Indianapolis Journal, Volume 53, Number 172, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 June 1903 — Page 24

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THE INDIANAPOLIS JOURNAL, SUNDAY, JUNE 21. 1903.

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THE UNVEILING OF A FAMILY TREASURE By F. I. FOX

Mr. Brown came upon Mr. Black In the early dusk, perched upon the bottom step of the porch, his hat pushed back upon bis head, and a very good cigar tincturing the atmosphere in that vicinity with a very sociable smell. Mr. Black was gentleman enough, what was more, to offer a counterpart to Mr. Brown, and hunch himself further toward the railing so the visitor might sit down. ' Hear about it?" asked the owner of the steps briskly. "Hear about what." answered Mr. Brown, as he spread his serge coat-tails, preparatory to planting himself beside Mr. Black. , 'About that in there." The owner of the half-consumed cigar Jerked his thumb toward the open door behind. ' Something up?" queried the new-comer, lazily. "Something up! Well, rather. Everything but the carpets." "Go right on, George, don't harrow my feelings by stopping." "But it's funny you haven't heard of mused Mr. Black. "Bet you're the only one in the neighborhood hold! I've got it. Just got home this afternoon, didn't you?" "Train got in 4:40: Mary coming on the 6 o'clock." "That accounts for it Mary don't know you don't know. But I'll wager Mary isn't in town three hours without hearing the particulars down to the rags." Mr. Black tapped the ashes carefully on the outside of the rail. "Like this. Remember that Swede girl, Thomas Matilda; we got her just before you left. Never did like that girl, sort of repellancy business. Emily did of course, Emily did. Naturally goes without saying after the first remark. Queer, isn't it," mused he of the half-consumed cigar, "how many tastes and intuitions in common you find you don't have, after you're married? Now, I've seen the day when it kept Emily and me busy digging up new sides of our character that just matched while we were courting: but it ain't a patchen to what we found out afterward on another slant." The cigar waved a deprecating circle, "Oh. I'm not grumbling, it s just the ordinary fact." Mr. Black squinted his eyes at what was to be seen of the sunset between the opposite row of cottages; just a faint lavender tint creeping up into the denser blue, and up there the little peeling of a new moon hung in a passing blur of cloud. "Wet moon." he aald; casually. "And " suggested his listener. "Precisely. Thomas, I was just thinking of those carnations. Ever tell you about those carnations? Coming events you know!" "Never heard carnation mentioned in this neighborhood." "Probably not." answered Mr. Black dryly. "I've never mentioned it you can put that in your pipe. The real episode was like this: Carnations were to be given as souvenirs at our wedding breakfast; the Spriter girls were there. You know the Spriter girl?; mighty pretty pair once on a time. Daisy was a peach, dressed in pink that day, and when I saw those carnations I thought at once of her. Emily and Daisy never did get along well together; think perhaps Emily may suspect I used to rather fancy Mis? I aisy. Anyway, she turns her nose up at tltem. says they don't trot in her class: well, not exactly those words, perhaps, but the meaning's the same. And when I suggested giving that biggest bunch to Daisy, you should have seen Emily dare; she said those carnations were going to Aunt Jane you know Aunt Jane, face that would break the peace, sort of underdone lemon-pie expression, with a disposition to match, ' Mr. Black sighed. "Well, Emily was right; those carnations went to Aunt Jane "Suppose you are wondering where Matilda comes in. Thomas, it's not half so exciting as where she goes out. I'm coming to it by beginning at the beginning. You r nu mber Kitty -bright little brunette; snap and go about her that was fetching. Recollect those crisp little bows about her, and how tidy her hair always was? Do you know. Thomas, I haven't made up my mind yet whether it was the t i up Kitty broke or my apology for It to Emily that caused Kitty's hasty withdrawal from our service. Anyway, she went and Ma 'da came. "I tell you here was rejoicing on Emily's side over the fcdvent of Matilda. Matilda was large and slow and unpleasantly and obtrusively blond, you always heard that girl's approach two rooms away, owing to her honest tread. She trod like an elephant lost in thought. It's not strange now that this question of help should be such a bugbear to the women folk. Now there's your place you have three applicants the first day your're out of help and here's ours; we've get to skirmish and put up with what comes along. Difference? Children! Children are the first entry under the 'Don'ts in the Servants' Union sheets. And we have three," Mr. Black was warming up. "You can see, therefore, when Emily applitd in answer to our standing notice at the employment office slow, honest, phlegmatic Matilda; you can understand how Emily's heart bubbled with Joy. Emily and she got along like a pair of cherubs. The household was metamorphosed during those first few weeks, Matilda turning out to be another one of those family treasures ray wife has been unearthing ever since we began keeping help. "Did you ever stop to think how a new maid is always a 'treasure' up to about the second month : Then she begins to get short with the children, and snip her nose up when you impose something like shutting up the dog on her; waah begins to THE CLASSIC RASPBERRY. In "Summer." July 2, 1851. Thoreau wrote: "To-day the milkweed is blossoming. Some of the raspberries are ripe; the most innocent and simple of fruits; the purest and most ethereal." According to Pliny, 45 A. D., the Greeks gave the raspberry the name "Tubus idaeus," and this elegant "bramble of Mount Ida" was mentioned in the fourth century as a cultivated fruit by Paladtus, a Roman horticulturist. The Germans call the raspberry "kratzberre," from "kratsen," to scratch, and In provincial old England they were known as the "hindberry," because eagerly eaten by the hind, or female of the stag. "Rasp" is another rural English title. "Set sorrel among the rasps, now will the rasps be smaller," said Lord Bacon. All eminent fruit growers agree that the large-fruited foreign varieties are all descendants of the Mount Ida bramble. It is a native of all temperate countries, however. Professor Blatchley notes that Indiana in many counties has three wild raspberries; the red raspberry'. which flowers in May and June, to ripen in July and August; the black raspberry, flowering in April and May, to ripen In July, and the dwarf raspberry, found only in swamps and wet places in a few northern counties. The national history of the classic raspberry la similar to that of all other fruits, according to official report. Fifty years Washington authorities reprimanded

wear off. you know, and the brass is to the fure. Emily said she felt just like she had a lump of honest clay to the molding; and she trained Matilda-oh! she trained Matilda all right! Morning, noon and night, in season and out, and the fire never rose to the honest girl's wide cheeks at the brisk remark in my presence. "Household affairs went On swimmingly. Emily felt at perfect liberty to take the baby's tantrums, Jacky's torn trousers, Gem Mine's self -bar bered curls and burnt custards out equally on Matilda, and Matilda never complained. Seems to me now, though, someway, like I do remember a wicked little red twinkle somewhere back in the shallows of her blue eyes when she thought no one was looking. Dare say I was mistaken, though. "Emily never lost a chance of holding that girl's piety up to me as a silent object legson. It's n fact; it wis depressingly above reproach. She saved our meat bills religiously on Fridays and let the dishwater chill while she slipped out to confess her other sins. It seemed downright inconsiderate sometimes that St. Ann should be Just round the corner; once she found she had to scrub the church steps the same night we had invited our Uncle Richard the one that we keep in cotton batting, you know, on account of the things that he may do sometime for the children on the one evening in the three hundred and sixty-five. I don't know how about Mary, but I've had undisputed evidence that soupy ices and burnt custards don't improve Emily's temper. "However, Matilda was still a treasure, somewhat down in the market quotations, but still a treasure. Even when she nearly frightened the neighbors as well as ourselves into spasms by trying to climb Into her bedroom window from the ladder because she had forgotten to take the key, and ricocheting at the top rung clattered to the bottom with every ounce of her very solid person audible, even then Emily kept her temper and merely took the broken window out of the week's wages. "It was shortly after this incident that we began to suspect that honest Matilda had prevaricated about the size of her family. We counted six different brothers in the course of as many weeks who dropped in for a friendly lunch at our kitchen table. They were particularly well-seasoned-looking brothers, too, with a remarkable luck of family semblance. If anyone had asked me I should probably have said that their proper background was the stone pile. But Emily, wise little woman, merely smiled condescendingly and said she was sorry the poor girl had so little faith in our well wishes. Just between you and me. Thomas. I believe she had the man picked out and Matilda's outfit planned up to Friday last." Here Mr. Black paused, regarding the end of fcs cigar reflectively, while something very like a smile twitched at the muscles about his mouth. Mr. Brown flipped his cigur. likewise carefully, against the outside of the pillar. "Friday ?" there was an upward twirl to the word. "Precisely. Friday. Friday was the scene of action, I mean upon our side. Last Friday morning there was an ominous stillness about the kitchen, no cheerful clatter, no fairylike tread. Geraldlne was scolding, the baby fretting, and Jacky snoring the snores of the normal schoolboy at half past 7 in the next room, when Emily went down to investigate. When she came back there were wrinkles in her forehead that are not naturally there. I think perhaps Emily never hated to be honest about a thing as she hated to tell the truth at that moment." "Matilda?" "Precisely! Matilda! That excellent person had shaken the dust of our house off her skirts gone!" Mr. Black's pudgy hands went up in the air closed and then spread fat fingers suggestively. "Gone, Thomas; likewise the silver, the best wearing apparel, the family jewelry that was worth taking. Thank heavens, Emily sleeps with the family pocketbook and her watch and mine in an old shoe, or under the bureau or the pillow, otherwise she would be having something more serious than nervous prostration at present." "And-" "Precisely. AND our plight was found to be duplicated exactly by the Tomkinses three doors below. The Tomkinses hired their man 'John,' it seems, three weeks before Matilda applied to us. Slickest pair in the State criminal records. Tomkinses' man 'John turns out to be Plug Whitney, and our honest Matilda his wife Caroline." "But the police " began Mr. Brown excitedly, looking over to where the lights were beginning to show from the windows of his own cottage. "Precisely. After we had explained the affair patiently to them they seemed to be vexed because we had not had the consideration to tell them before the little affair was pulled off instead of after, so that they might have had the benefit of the standing reward." Mr. Black braced his hands, elbows out, on his comfortable knees and looked pompously at the moon, then he twirled the stump of his cigar toward Ulis mouth, but half way up it paused "Ge-or-ge!!" There was the merest inflection of Impatience in the feminine voice that came out of the darkness behind. Mr. Black suddenly straightened up and throwing the stump of his cigar carefully clear of the flowerbeds he jerked his hat forward at the same time bending towards Mr. Brown. "By cricky. Thomas." he whispered, "How much d'ye suppoje she heard!"

farmers at large for "slipshod culture and neglect" of many delicious and wholesome garden products. In 1848, when New York was at the head, horticulturally, and shipped fruit to European mnrkets, a "Pomologlcal Society" which considered 132 varieties of apples, with pears, peaches, plums, grapes and nectarines, gave no attention to any berries whatever. By 1S58. however, the Hudson river banks in the raspberry season breathed at night for miles of aromatic steamboats and barges laden with that celebrated foreign raspberry, the Hudson river Antwerp. Names of the old raspberries make an interesting list. The Cuthbert. still reckoned "the best raspberry that grows," was a chance seedling found by Thomas Cuthbert at Rlverdale. N. Y.. about 1871. Among the old English kinds, now superseded, were Cornwall. Lord Exmouth. Brentford. Cox's Hon. y. Cretan Red. "from the Mediterranean," Siberian, Nottingham Scarlet. Victoria. Old Rati Antwerp. Wtlmot'a Early and Woodward's Red Globe. Among the most esteemed berries of Eastern growers after the 'first came to well-merited prestige were the American Black Cap, "found common in old stumps and around fence corners, flne for Jams and puddings;" the American Red, Belli de Funtenay. "a dwarf, autumnbearer;" Ca ta, wies, a Pennsylvania graveyard seedling; Antwerp Colored Wilder, Cope, cashing, "dates from 184; " Mrs.

Wilder Emily, "also of the Wilder family;" Fastolf, "English, from an old pile, Fastolf castle, near Yarmouth. Eng.;" Franconia. a French berry; Fulton, General Patterson, Knevett's Oiant. "England. 1843;" Magnum Bonum. Orange. Merveille de Quartre Saisons, Northumberland Flllbasket. Ohio Everbearing, "two crops a year; " the Thunderer, English; and Walker. Philadelphia. The raspberry in Indiana merely repeated its experiences of the earlier settled country, at first neglected, then discovered and enthusiastically extolled. Pour varieties, however, were grown "in the sunny laboratory of the garden" in this State, fifty years ago the Red Antwerp, the yellow or white Antwerp, Fastolf and Franconia. Mr. L. Boelman's report of Indiana State fair. 1855, mentions only apples and pears under the head of fruits, and complains that even rhubarb is neglected. Justifiably, no doubt, he accused Indiana farmers and gardeners of "the universal habit of living too much on meat." A premium essay on fruits, contributed at same date by Mr. William H. Loomis, is given over almost entirely to apples, with an appendix of all flne fruits recommended for culture and consumption by meat and potato-eating Indiana. In due season, however, Indiana wore tall raspberry-colored plumes in her horticultural cap. At the great Philadelphia centenlal exposition, 1876, Mr. Henry Barricklow, of Ohio county, Indiana, was awarded the very highest premium for raspberries, a blackcap the "Gregg" of great size and excellent quality, being indorsed by the Gardener's Monthly as "larger than any other of its kind known. Now, Indiana raspberry-growers delight their own State and place beautiful dessert dishes of this patrician fruit on the breakfast tables of many outside city neighbors. Curiously enough, the rich, beautiful raspberry, wild In its native condition, had to be struggled with by fruit-growers before hardy bearing plants could be assured. As William Cullen Bryant said, it was a "horticultural scandal" that gardeners could not secure a raspberry to stand cold winters. Culture and crossfertilization have worked marvels and modern American raspberry chronicles surprise the amateur. Among these the old Indiana "Gregg" is still "the leading late black cap;" other fine berries are the Loudon, Marlboro, Cuthbert. Columbian, Cumberland, Cardinal, Souchet, Golden Queen and Kansas. A strawberry-raspberry from Japan is among the novelties; also a thornless raspberry and a climbing raspberry to cover a trellis or a wall. The Logan berry is a hybrid between the blackberry and raspberry. "Scotchcap" is the pretty Canadian name for the wild red raspberry; it is also known as the "thimbleberry" and "the great leaves of the wild raspberry vine make excellent drinking cups," says Alice Lounsberry. In the southern Indiana raspberry fields picking begins about June 10, and this is a three weeks' flying idyl of the most poe'ical hard work known to fruit gardeners. In old New England wild raspberries were brought to market by Indians in birch bark baskets, and by Yankee women, children and old men. These berries sold at 3 to 5 cents per quart, and one summer one old man gathered $40 worth. Martha Bockee Flint says that the raspberry is not in literature and is seldom mentioned by poets. Charming Leigh Hunt, however, admires his own weakness for "raspberry tarts and the sirups of violet;" he wishes fervently tmt he could forego roast beef of old England and "stick to this paradisiacal eating to have blood made up of raspberries and roses." Gastronomically the raspberry is voted "most cooling and refreshing to allay great heat." For raspberry vinegar, wine and "shrub" the old English formula begins: "Crush freshgathered raspberries in a china bowl;" and at the close of several such recipes the honest cookbook author adds: "N. B. We have not tried this receipt." Among unique concoctions of England, 1829, is "raspberry cream." "Rub fresh raspberries through hair sieve, mix pulp well with cream and sweeten to taste. Put in stone jug and raise a froth with a chocolate mill. Take the froth off with a spoon and lay on a hair sieve. Put what cream remains In a deep china dish and pour the frothed cream upon it as high as it will lie on." What to do next the chronicle does not state. "Raspberry paste" is another unusual old recipe. ' Mash berries, strain one-half and put the juice to the other half ; boil a quarter of an hour and add a pint of currant Juice. Let all boil until the berries are done. Then add two and one-half pounds of double reaped sugar; boil again and pour into molds. t)ry them in an oven." "Paste," we are told, "will keep six months; when wanted, take a piece the slae of an egg. mix with half a pint ot water and squeeze through a napkin." Raspberry leaf tea, or "Hyperien tea," was drunk in America in revolutionary times. Old American cookbooks are somewhat reserved in the matter of raspberry diet; but all the old English recipes were doubtless in high favor. Virginia cooks insisted on a wooden spoon for Jam and Jellymaking, and a New England oracle assures us that "a small piece of calf's foot isinglass" will subdue raspberry jelly which will not "jell." Old Maryland raspberry vinegar is noted as a"most refreshing summer drink and good in complaints of the chest." Raspberry ice cream, . in that old classic, "Inquire Within," is thus presented: "Same as strawberry. Often colored with cochineal, but not to its advantage." Raspberries, says the old "Godey's Lady's Book," "may be preserved wet, bottled or made into jam and marmalades; they are good dried in the sun or the oven and are delicious stewed for table or tarts." Most ideal background for the gastronomic discussion of June's ethereal raspberries would be a cool, airy Northern piazza, with lowbeamed ceiling and massive pillars, arched doorways and vine-latticed sides. There, as Leigh Hunt wrote on a midsummer day, of "fruit disserts and other good cheer" let the writer be approached with a beautiful plateful.

An Unexpected House. Kansas City Journal. A. J. Koger who has a farm n Blue bottoms, is the ossessor of a house which he did not have before the flood. When the flood was at its highest he looked down the hills and found a fairly good house floating over his corn field. The house struck again- 1 a reef and lodged there. When the water goes down he will place a foundation under it, or the owner can call for it c nd haul it away. Mr. Koger lost about 13,000 by the flood. Just before he left for Independence a steamer was sailing over his wheat fields. The Prairie. My soul is out on the pralrf whre the eye may sweep afar From gold of toe burnished heavens to the silver evening star. I am rut fenced by human eyes That shut me in from nature's guise. To shroud me in convention, make my spirit one with those That pace some narrow close. TU- ras, in its tangled fweetneaa. The sky. in its wide completeness. The breath of the wind mat strays and tarries. The misty line where the earth hue marries The blue of heaven; theee suffice To aive to my raptured spirit th thrilling of surprise. And laushter to my eyes. And faintly, sweetly, slowly, through Infinitudes of space, , New-glowing out of darkness, like the love of some rapt faee. Flames out the sudden brightness of the glcomdlscovered sunt. And awe and rapture quicken to a hope that hope outruns. The vastneaa that is time and space aad krvt broods warm and near. Lewii Worthing ton Smith, la the Critic

CASUAL COMMLN

The president invited the club to a festal supper on her beautiful' lawn. The president lived in her ancestral home a fine old mansion which once stood in the country, before the city grew out so far, and which still retained a field and orchard at the back. The club was a large one nearly a hundred guests were expected. The president's cousins and friends came early to help her decorate the long tables under the trees. The decorations were to be white flowers and ferns. But after the baskets of white roses had been emptied more white flowers were needed something in big, flat clusters. The florist was distant, the gardens stripped, the time short. Behold the dilemma. "I know where there are white flowers," said a neighbor, "give me a nwrket-basket and a pair of scissors." Very soon she returned with a basketful of delicate, starry flowers, white or faintly tinted, with a yellow point in the center. They were just the big, flat clusters desired, too. "Where did you get them? What are they?" "Surely you know?" "Indeed, I do not." "Potato blossoms from your own field that you cross every day." "Potato blossoms! I never should have dreamed it. Let's see if any one will recognize them. I'll not say they're potato blossoms. What can we call them?" "The botanical name is tuberosum; you might call them field tuberoses." The field tuberoses were much admired the hostess was even besought for bulbs or cuttings, but nobody suspected their identity. And this is true. Few things are so inveterately long-lived as literary traditions. Let it once be established that a certain remark on a certain subject is the thing to say, and writers keep on saying it to the end of time. No one stops to consider whether it ever was true, or, if so, whether it is true now; he merely tries to think of a novel way of saying it. A traditional remark is that anticipation always exceeds realisation that no happiness is ever so great as we expected it to be. So we all say it, although we all know better; at least, so far as those greatest Joys which are also the commonest are concerned. Is not the rapture of the convalescent's first return to out of doors beyond all he could imagine? And the maiden waiting for her lover to declare his love, the young wife expecting her first born no possible rosiest hope or wildest expectations begin to equal the blessed reality "Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame." Then, there is the tradition that childhood Is life's happiest time. The people who think so, if there are any who actually do, are those who do not remember their childhood only a little of what happened, nothing of what they really felt. And there is the idea, hardly old enough to be called a tradition, invented by Carlyle, that "Genius Is an infinite capacity for taking pains." Genius is the gift by which people do things easily, swiftly, unhesitatingly, which are overwhelmingly superior to what other people can do "by taking infinite pains." But I suppose we shall continue to be told, in essays by the yourpr and all manner of addresses to the young, that anybody could be a genius a Paganini, a Napoleon, a Raphael, a Shakspeare, by trying hard enough and long enough and carefully enough. The traditional view of what woman is is one of the finest examples. To begin with it is derived from the monks of the middle ages, who, to their presumable complete ignorance of the subject, added the plentiful misinformation given them by their teachers and superiors. This view is no longer held unmodified each writer-man combines with it his own personal miscomprehension of his own wife usually profound. My dear sirs, there is no such thing as Woman, with a capital "W." Women are no more all alike than men are. Neither are children. The prevailing theory about Th Child, held as the depth and height of pedagogic and kindergarten wisdom, in seven cases out of ten, at least, is a misfit. "Children are capable of perception, not of reflection; children understand only the concrete, not the abstract" and here is a girl of seven, absorbed in "the riddle of the painful earth," meditating profoundly on how God can allow sin and suffering, and on how she is free to do what she pleases, and yet God knows beforehand what she will do. And there is a boy of four who propounds this easy question: "God made everyflng. He must have made He own se'f. But I don't see how He did make He own se'f, when He wasn't there to get the flngs togever to make He se'f out of." xxx Speaking of the "signs of the times," I have seen a sign, painted in letters three feet long on a blank side of a store which read: "Graves, Block & Co., "Undertaking and Embalming. "Delicious and Refreshing." I believe there is something lower down about "coca-cola," but one seldom sees that as the trolley whirls by; besides, it is partly concealed by adjacent roofs. A certain building in a suburb of Indianapolis is painted all over the outside with proclamations that it is the "Panacea." "The Panacea for picnics and dancing parties." "The Panacea for family picnics." Are picnics so fatal as to require a panacea? Or is it the picnic habit that the establishment will cure? Can an elderly and ease-loving pater familias take his too lively young family there, and have them acquire such a distaste for picnics that they will henceforth stay at home in peace? Query: Did the proprietor mean paragon? xxx "When I become a millionaire," said the Critical One, "I shall found a school for teaching elementary science to novelists." "Oh!" said the Botanical One. "will you teach them not to have tulips, lilies and dahlias all blossoming at the same time, and not to have the heroine wear the crimson stars of the cypress vine at night, when they open only in the morning?" "That will be one of the chairs, but what I was thinking of particularly was the class in astronomy. Do you remember Rider Haggard's eclipse, in "King Solomon's Mines?'' In the flrst place, It happens at the time of full moon; how. when the moon is on the opposite side of the earth from the sun. she could suddenly slip between the earth and sun, would pussle an astronomer, but never troubled Rider in the least. Then, Instead of the shadows being forty to sixty miles wide, as in ordinary eclipses, it was in the British Isles and South Africa at the same time. You know the strange, ghastly twilight of a total eclipse, which lasts from two to six minutes, and In which, wolrd and awful as it is, you can see with perfect distinctness? Well, in Rider Haggard's eclipse there was absolute blackness of darkness for a full hour, and darkness so great you could not find your way for four hours! Theu there is the man who was carried

By A CLUB WOMAN T Off to Max Pember ton's 'Impregnable Island.' He lived there six months, and when they sent him away, and he wanted to find his way back, he didn't even know whether it was north or south of the equator." "Must have been in the tropics," said the Good Listener. "On the contrary, when he finally found it, it was farther north of the equator than we are north of it and yet, in all that time, he had never noticed which way his shadow fell at noon. Then. In one of Molly Elliott Seawell's stories, the new moon, a slender crescent, is rising in the east, at half-past 7 in the eveniug." "What's wrong with that?" said the Botanical One. "My dear! Don't you know that the new moon is never seen except when it is setting in the west? A crescent moon rising in the east, is an old moon, and is seen just before sunrise in the morning." "I'll give you a text-book for your geography class," the Young Mother hastened to say, covering the botaulst's confusion: "My small boy is craxy to go to the island of Juan Fernandez and locate the scenes in Robinson Crusoe. He read in the Youth's Companion about some boys who went there, and identified the cave and the outlookand man Friday's foot-print for aught I know and saw the descendants of the goats running wild on the rocks. So I made him a catechism, which reads thus: "Question. Where is the island of Juan Fernandez? Answer. Off the coast of Chile, in about longitude W. 80 and latitude S. 33. "Q. For what Is it famous? A. An English sailor, Alexander Selkirk, was marooned there for mutiny, and lived there alone for four or five years. "Q. Did his adventures at all resemble Robinson Crusoe's? A. Only in the bare fact of living on a desert island. "Q. Is there any proof that the experience of Alexander Selkirk is in any way connected with the story of Robinson Crusoe? A. There is none. It is not even proved that Defoe ever read of 8elkirk. "Q. Whence and whither was Robinson Crusoe sailing when he was wrecked on the Island of Despair? A. From Brazil to England. "Q. When the flrst storm abated, where did he find himself? A. Upon the coast of Guiana, or the north part of Brazil, beyond the mouth of the River Amazon, and near to that of the Oronoko, called the Great river. "Q. Whither did he then sail? A. Northwest by west for the Barbadoes. "Q. Where were they when the second storm struck them? A. In lat. 11 deg. 18 m. "Q. Wrhich way were they driven? A. To the westward. "Q. Is it reasonable to suppose this storm couldhave driven them diagonally across South America and Guiana to Chile, over the tops of the Andes, and three or four hundred miles out to sea, to a small island in the Pacific? A. Wrell, hardly. "Q. Where does Defoe say Robinson Crusoe's island was? A., In lät. 9 deg. 22 m. near the island of Trinidad and so close to the Caribbees that cannibals came there from them in canoes. "Q. Then why do school geographies and children's papers persist in identifying Juan Fernandez with Crusoe's island? A. That is one of those things no fellow can find out." xxx Now is the time when the newspapers begin to publish directions for Jelly-making, wherein, following the lead of the cookery books, they say: "Take nice ripe fnlit, use a pound of sugar to a pound of Juice." Wherefore it comes about that one of the familiar figures of the joke man and the novelist is the disconsolate young wife whose Jelly refuses to "jell." Listen to me, beloved, and I will show you a more excellent way. Jelly-making is easy; it does not require knack and experience, like pastry making, for instance. Its cardinal principles are three: Use fruit not more than half ripe. Never use a pound of sugar to a pound of Juice. Boil furiously. Observe these rules and you will have no difficulty in making firm, clear, Jelly, that will not be sticky and oversweet, like that made by the rules in the books. All the fussing, finesse and elaborations mav b Lomitted. As fruit ripens, the natural gums change to grape-sugar, therefore, use it when it is Just beginning to ripen, before the jelly-making substances have been lost. You need not remove stems, stones or cores. Wash it and cook till tenderapples and similar fruits must have plenty of water to cover well other fruits should have only a little. Put it When hot into a bag made of half a fifty-pound flour sack how anyone that has ever smelled wet flannel can use a flannel jelly bag I do not understand; take your, squeezers and squeeze out the juice do not wait for it to drain, as the more rapid the process, the more successful. Have two cups alike, one for measuring juice, one for sugar. Measure six cups of Juice, boil as fast as your fire will permit for ten minutes. Then measure two cups of sugar to three of juice; add Jo the jelly on the fire. Watch carefully after adding sugar and lift it off the fire a moment if it is in danger of boiling over. Apples and crab apples require only one cup of sugar to two of juice. Very "tart" fruits, such as currants and wild plums, need three of sugar to four of juice. To tell when it is done, dip a dry teaspoon into the boiling jelly and let it drip. If the last drop "hairs off" the jelly is done. Your fruit must be used as soon after gathering as possible. Every day's delay will impair both the quantity and quality of your jelly. Use only enameled or porcelain-lined kettles. You can Improvise squeezers by tacking two smooth sticks loosely together by means of a stout muslin strap. You will find your Jelly much better flavored than that with too much sugar in it, as well as clearer and firmer. EGYPTIAN ARCHITECTURE. Sir Martin Conway Describes the Earliest Stone Buildings. Paris Messenger. At the meeting of the Royal Institute of British Architects, held the. other evening in London. Sir Martin Conway read a paper on "The Beginning of the Egyptian Style of Architecture." The lecturer said the Egyptian style appeared to have arisen about the time of the fourth dynasty and to have rapidly developed during the fifth. Until recently it was commonly believed that the early dynastic Egyptians employed wood for small and costly edifices. In fact, however, no such Egyptian wooden architecture ever existed. The earlier Egyptian stone buildings had no architectural feature whatever. It was mere building, not architecture. Down to the middle of the fourth dynasty the craft of building in stone had been carried to a high degree of perfection, but it had developed no architectural art. The lecturer described the characteristic features of a stone building In the developed Egyptian style. 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eral actual examples of stone architecture containing decorative features. Throughout the period when true stone architecture was arising Egypt pyramid building steadily lost its charm for tbe Kings, the reason evidently being that, as time advanced, less of the mass of human energy under the command of the King was devoted to pyramid building and more to building of some other sort. The lecturer next considered the character of the divine temples of the old empire, and referred to the evolution brought about in temple building by changes in religious ceremonial and by the gradual ousting of the laity from the temple services and the rise of the priestly caste. Finally, he considered the character of the sculptured decoration applied to old empire temples and the system of its distribution. Concluding, he said that Egypt had impressed the prestige of its mighty name as a country of great buildings and noble art on the imagination of succeeding generations. They were only now beginning to realize that the reputation of Egypt as an ancient artistic nation, so far from being exaggerated, did not attain the level it deserved. The lecturer was thanked for his paper. A KING'S TRAINING. As a General Thing, It Involves a System of Repression. Brooklyn Eagle. Training for the Servian throne involves a self repression that must become a considerable element in the building of character. There are and have been claimants of all sorts for this perilous distinction. The founder of the late dynasty kept pigs, and was a kind of prodigious son. The founder of the present dynasty was a tradesman. A man has to begin somewhere, and one who is going to start a race of kings might better be a swineherd or a shopkeeper than one of your ruffling old head smashers who pounded his way to the seat of the mighty by sheer physical force. The present King has been an army officer. His rival, who lives in Brooklyn, and has not decided that he will put in a claim, sells wine. Another claimant has married a rich girl for a living. Louis XVI used to make locks and he said that if fate had let him alone and not made a King of him he could nearly have earned his living. His own locks were shorn off by the national barber, the guillotine. When in America Louis Philippe earned a livelihood by teaching school. Napoleon III, while In New York, served on the police force, in his sober moments, but graft had not been invented then, so he soon resigned. The missing Dauphin, who lived in the northern part of this State, was a missionary and preacher. Carlos, the claimant of the Spanish throne, served in the armies of strangers. Frederick the Great learned to play on the flute while waiting for his father's hat and shoes, but made no money at it. All this leaves it vague as to how far a King must repress himself before he becomes one. It appears to be infra dig to keep a shop, or hoe potatoes, or run a hotel; yet it is entirely permissible to borrow money, hang up tradesmen, travel to the races with other people's wives, strike the national treasury for funds to pay gambling debts, drink to repletion, attend 5-o'clock teas and do other things that are unpnxiuctive except of trouble. Queer, isn't it? Your Hollander or Belgian would have been horrified if he learned that his King had sold a pint of beer, yet if he had gone to bed pickled with rum and champagne it would have been regarded as proper and usual conduct. A King may do anything that is trifling, foolish, wicked, and earn no blame; but if he attempts anything useful the walking delegate calls and demands to know why. The result of the repressions is that kings grow up to be mentally one-sided and ignorant of the needs and employments of the people they are to rule. Only one business appears to be permitted to them; killing. They can join the army or navy, but that is all. They can learn to shoot and fence, but they cannot learn to save life. They are not to dabble in science. They are not even to 'study finance and political economy. They may not preach though the Kaiser did that once, just to say so. To paint, etch, play on the piano, sing. act. dance, design hats, lecture, do odd jobs of plumbing ef plain embroidery, all this is denied to them. Naturally the attempt to keep In one rut, to have but one employment and that, vice strengthens the moral nature of kings, but at thf same time it makes them liable to mistakes, and whenever they blunder the people do sudden and unexpected things, as they did to Milan. Louia XVI. Nero, Richard III and 8am Parks. Aren't we far enough along in progress now to be a little easier on royalty to admit It to sm f the wider of human employments and Interests, merely for educational purposes? Why not let royalty keep away from Mont. Carlo. If It wants to? Why not let it Jt.'n the church? Why not heed Its whimperings that it does not want to spend all its evenings in the house of the scarlet woman? Some kings might be very decent fellows, If the absurd people would only remove the ban of self-repression and give a wider swing to them. Xirippern vs. Magaiine. Profitable Advertising. The newspaper advertiser has a decided advantage over the man in the magazine when it cornea to making a striking or spectacular exhibit, for the reason that the sise of tbe newspaper page offers a better opportunity f-r display, and also because the newspaper gives greater force to contrasts. A good design stands out conspicuously from a newspaper page, its merits being brought to the reader's attention as much by the mediocrity of the advertisement surrounding it as by its own excellence. True, a mage sine design has the advantage of being the only one on a pace. But It must be

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remembered that when it comes to making a lasting impresaion. the intrinsic power : a design Is intensified by contrast; anr. therefore, while it's a good thing to h i design show up as a fine ptaes e work, it n a better thing to have it show up as the finest of several pieces of work. This latt r result may be accomplished by newspapers. XEW GAME OF "K M K ER IX A.' A Charming; Diversion for th Bos on the Street Corner. Washington Post. The men who exist in a certain boarding house In this town have developed a n vs- gambling game. They oall it kn k erina." It is best played when all of tlio boarders, men and women, are sitting out on the front porch and on the lawn during the hours of daylight that remain aft r dinner, although it ca.i be played at any time when women not living in that par ular boarding house are around or passing in review in front of the houe. The method of "knockerlna'' is as follows: There is a standing idea among all of the male boarders that no woman will list Q to men's praise of another woman for h-r good looks, or, for that matter, or any other quality, without getting in some sort of a dab at the expense of the praised woman. So, for example, when all of the boarders are sitting out in front of the house, one of the knockerlna'' playing men. ?. -ing a woman coming down the street, will exclaim : Pretty girl, that, isn't she?" He says this so that all of the women can hear the remark. If by any possible chance any of the women agree with him that the girl coming down the street really is pretty, theo the man making the remark Is out I quarter, the other "knockerina" pia) rs matching among themselves to see whi n of them shall receive the quarter If, however and this is what almost invariably happens one of the women 1 ers makes a different reply a knock, in fact as. for example. "Oh. yes, she s i.i ily good-looking, but she nas such an u walk," or "L'm ye-es. not so bad -1" k but her eyes are too close together "decent enough appearing, but slu mean to her mother," or "She pads or fully," or "She's snippy and stuck t "She cries for hours every day because she knows her nose is crooked," or sora like that; in this case the young man ah i has remarked that the girl coming the street was pretty wins a quarter from the other "knockerina " players, and troy match among themselves to see whkh of th :n shall give the 25 cents to the winner. It's a great game, all right, but the fellows who are, as occasion arises, for to take the short end of it by ? lose a quarter on the proposition that r of the women will have a knock for the woman praised, are losing out pretty it so far. Mark Tuvalu's Movemests. New York Letter. It is not probable, as has been reported to-day. that Mark Twain is permanently to expatriate himself, making his home permanently with the American Dae Florence, Italy. He may be gone ear, but if. at any time after the next m has passed, it is learned that Mrhas fully p oy. red her health there will be speedy return to the United States. Mark Twain has been living for tu 4 in a beautiful home at Rlverdale. where he anas the Palisades of the Hudson for a .-' and where he is within a half hour's re; n of his publishers and his bank. He tured to buy a place at Tarrytown. wh ra he would have been a neighbor at the Rockefeller and wh- re every in h is I i in tradition of the capture of Andre an the lore which Washington Irving has preserved. But for some reason he aba; bis plan of living there, the prehaving been that he found that the air. often humid or raw. penetrated by th that rise from the Hudson, was not conducive to the health ot his family. His two years' residence in New York was a 1 light to him. He found congenial cnmpariv was much invited to places where men of liant intellect meet, and often said that after his experience in Europe and Id the far East he could say with emphasis New York was the most delightful pla residence, either for a man with or for a man with plenty of intellectuals. Quicker Than the Telephone. New York Evening Poat. A firm of young men doing a brokerage business on the curb market have coace. a quick method of getting quotation? their office. While other Arms are shoe messages over the telephone or hiring messenger boys, the representative of this riim stands among the curb brokers with an ordinary school slate under his arm. ready to flash the quotations by a sort of circles telegraphy one. however, which does uot infringe on the Marconi patents. The office windows of the young brokers, on the ninth floor of a tall building, command a view of the curb. When the curb broker blows a police whistle, an office boy come to the " dow with a marine glass. The man on the curb writes something like this: GREEN COPPER t-V MARINE 7-v He writes this with chalk on his slate, and hold his slate up above hia head at the right sngle. There have been a good many smiles o-j the curb since thia -heme was put lato practica. "Your bt neas is looking tiV aeaaahe4 observed