Indianapolis News, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 February 1895 — Page 10

THE INDIANAPOLIS NEWS, SATUHDAY, FEBRUARY 9, 1895.

UmE MR. TH1IBLRF1NGER

OttlLDREA'S SKOOXD VISIT.

By Jot-1 ChMdl«r H*rrt«. fl>|IHW. UU, ty CBiaaUr lUrrl% XI. CMokamy CYar.y Crow and I'icklc-My-To*9 had stopped froUckIn* and w«r« now Hntonin* to tho storte*. While Mrs. Meadows waa telling about the lucky conjuror. Tickle-My-Toe* became very uneasy. He moved about roetleealy. pulled off his big •traw hat, put It on again, and aeemed to be waiting impatiently for the time to «ome when ho might *ay something. So when Ml»- Meadows had linished, •he looked at tlekle-My-Toee to see what ho wanted. The rest did the same. But Tickle-My-Toes blushed very red and looked at bis leet. •’You acted as if you wanted to say something," said Mrs. Meadows, "and If you do now's your chance. What s the ^inatterT Have you run a splinter In your Coot? You look as If you wanted to cry.' "I did, want to oay somethin*. replied Tlckle-My-Toe*. "What was It?" Mrs. Meadows Inquired. "Nothing much,’' answered Tickie-My-Toes. putting his ringer in hi* mouth. **J declare. I’m ashamed of you, exclaimed Mrs. Meadows. "Here you are ■mighty near as old as 1 am. and yet trying to play boo-hoo baby.” "1 don't think you ought to talk that way/* said Tfckle-My-To^s. *‘I thread your needles for you every day, and 1 do everything you ask me.”

countries. But one day neighboring country had his nose pulled by somebody lit 1 the baker s country. ««‘d then war was declared by the kings and queens, and the people fell to righting. "Now. when people fight, they must be fed. and the cheapest thing to feed them on is bread. A part of the army camped near the town a here the baker lived and there was a great demand for bread. Thu baker’s oven was not a large one. and by running it day and night he could only bake three hundred loaves. "He and hi* wife baked until they wern tired out. They told Sparkle Spry to watch the oven *o that the bread would not burn, and to wake them when it was brown. They were so tirjd that Sparkle Sprv was sorry for them, and he wondered why he wasn't big enough to take their places if only for one day and night. While, he was thinking and wishing, he saw something moving. He rubbed his eyes and looked again, arid then he saw an old matt, no bigger than a broomstick, and no taller than a teacup, peeping from

behind the oven.

•* ‘Are they all gone.’ he

whispered,

coming forward a little way. " 'AH who?' asked Sparkle Spry.

•The old oues-the big man and the

woman.’ . a „

'They have gone to bed.’ said Sparkle

., „ 11 I»

fat woman.'

Spry. 'I can call them:*

" 'No. no.' cried the old man. ‘They arc such fools! They don't know what is good for them I have been waiting for years to get a chance to show them how to bake bread. Once I showed myself to the man and he thought 1 was a snake; once to the woman and she thought 1 was a rat. What fools they are!’ , , „ , , “ • Who are you ;’” Inquired Sparkle Spry. He didn't like to hear his friends al -"VVho-me? I’m the king of the Clinkers- twice plunged in the water and twice b " r '\ve!l? to-night you can hake ail the bread you want to,' said Sparkle Spry. ‘The baker and his wife have been try ing to supply the army that is camped here.

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THE KINO.

"I know what’s the matter with you." remarked Mrs. Meadows. "You want me to take you in my lap and rock you to It - **' "Oh! I don’t!” cried Tickle-My-Toes, blushing again. "I wanted to tell a story 1 heard, but I’U go oft somewhere and tell It to myself.” •There wouldn’t be any fun in that, •uggested Buster John. "No," said Mrs. Meadows. "Tell the story right here, so we can enjoy it with you." "You’U laugh," protested Tlckle-My-Toes. "Not unless there's something in the story to laugh at" •This is no laughing story. It's just as* solemn as it‘can be," explained Tlckle^"Good*!” axctalmed Mr. Rabbit. "If there's anything I like, 16 is one of those solemn stories that make yoig feel like you want to go off behind the house and shake hands with yourself and cry - boohoo to the ell-and-yard and the seven stars.’’ Mr. Rabbit's enthusiastic remark was very encouraging to Tlckte-My-Tae», who. after syratehing his head a little, and looking around to see If he could find a place to hide when the time came, began his story in this wise: "Once upon a time, and in a Dig town away off yonder somewhere, there lived a Utile boy who had no father nor mother. He was so small that nobody seemed to care anything about him. But one day a woman, the wife of a baker, heard him crying in the streets and carried him into the house and gave him something to eac and wanned him by the lire, and after that he felt belter.

but their oven is too small. They have worked until they can work no longer, and now they have gone to bed to rest. " ‘Good! - cried the King of the Clinkers. ‘Shut the door so they can’t hear us. I 11 show them a thing or two about baking

n he walked close to the hot oven,

* ‘ * ‘ he

bread.' "The

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npV (let out! Come "on"! Hurry up! We’ve no time to lose! Show yourselves! Stir about! Be lively!' "With that hundreds of little men swarmed out of the ash heap behind the oven, some of them sneezing and some rubbing their eyes, but all jumping about with motions as quick as a flea Jumps. "Oh, please don’t talk about fleas! pleaded Mr. Rabbit, shuddering and scratching himself behind the ear. “It makes the cold chills run up my back. I never hear ’em named but I think 1 can feel ’em crawling on me.” "Anyhow, that’s the way the little men jumped about,” said Tickle-My-Toes, resuming his story. "They swarmed in and out of the. oven, hot as it was; they swarmed in and out of the flour barrels; thev swarmed in and out of the trough where the dough ^vas kneaded; and they swarmed in and out of the wood-shed. "The King of the Clinkers stood sometimes on the edge of the men, sometimes on the edge of the flour barrels, sometimes on the edge of the trough, sometimes on the woodpile, and sometimes at the door of the furnace. And wherever he ! stood he waved his tiny poker and told I the others what to do. I “Some of the little men carried wood to I the furnace, some carried flour and water to the trough, some carried dough to the i oven, and some brought out the hot and smoking bread. Sparkle Spry watched all i this with so much surprise that he didn t

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AN ARMY OF CLINKERS.

•The baker himself grumbled a great teal when he came home and found wha» Vis wife had done. He said he wouldn’t be surprised to come home some day and Bad his bouse full of other people’s chtltren. But his wife replied that it would be well enough to complain when he found the house full. As for this little brat, she said, he wouldn’t fill a milk jari If he was put In It, much less a great big

bouse.

’The baker growled and grumbled, but his wife paid no attention to him. She sat In her chair and rocked and sung, and was just as good-natured as she could he. After a while the baker himself got over his grumbling and began to laugh. He told his wife that he had sold all his bread tout day, and had orders for as

much tfio next day.

** ’Of course,’ said she, out if I had that child crytnK In -.he streets your mesa would have beeu ruined before the year la out.’ ■ g ^ ■

■y grew very fast, and

was as lively as a cricket. The baker *

toft that business > year is ■Maybe Well, th

so,’ replied the baker Weil, the little boy

wife thought as much of him as if he had been her own son, and the baser himself soon came to be very food of h'm. He wan very smart, too. He learned to watch the fire under the big oven and to make htmseif useful In atony wtys. He played about the oven so much, and was no fond of watching the bread bake and the fire burn that the baker's wife called "For 1 **Miny f ye*r* the country where the baker aad hi* wife and Sparkle Spry lived had been at peace with all the otW

know what to say or do. He saw the loaves of bread rise up in rows as high a* the celling, and he sat and watched it as dumb as an oyster. He had seen bread baked, but he had never seen such baking |I:S t hijd. •’Finally the eye of the King of the Clinkers fell on Sparkle Spry. Don't sit there doing nothing,’ he cried. ’Go fetch wood and pile It here by the furnace door, i You can do that!’ "Sparkle Spry did as he was bid, but ■ though he brought the wood as fast as he oould, he found tnat hf couldn’t bring it fast enough. Pretty *o >n the King of the Clinkers called out to h ut: " ’You can rest now. The flou; is all gone, and we have hardly begun.’ " There’s plenty In the store-house,' said Sparkle Spry. “ ’How many barrels?’ asked the King of the Clinkers. - I ” Two hundred,' Sparkle Spry ; answered. •— j "The King of the Clinkers wrung hi* hands in despair. ’Hardly a mouthful— hardly a mouthful! It will all be gone before the chicken* crow for day. But run fetch the key. Two hundred barrels will keep us busy while they last.’ "Sparkle Spry brought the key to the store-house door and the little men swarmed in and rolled the barrels out In a jiffy. Only one accident happened. In taking the flqur out of one of the barrels, after they had rolled ,lt near the dough trough, one of the little men fell in and would have been drowned but for Sparkle Spry, who felt around in the loose flour anti lifted him out," "bwowned!" cried Sweetest Susan.

"Of course," answered Tiokle-My-Toe*. “Why not? I ought to have »aid ’smothered,’ but now that I’ve said ’drowned’ I’ll stick to It.” "Better stick to the story." remarked Mr. Rabbit, solemnly—"better stick to the story." "Now. I think he’s doing very well, said Mrs. Meadows. In an encouraging

tone.

•‘Well,” said Tickle-My-Toes, "the little men worked away until they had baked the two hundred barrels of Hour Into nice brown loaves of bread. This made five hundred barrels they had used, and that was all the baker had on hand. The fifteen hundred pounds of flour made twenty hundred odd fat loaves, and these the King of the Clinkers had carried into the

store house.

"When all this was done, and nicely done, the King of the Clinkers went to the door of the room, where the baker and his wife were sleeping. They were snoring as peacefully as two good people ever did. Then he went to the street door and

listened.

“ ’Get home—get home!’ he cried to the little men. T hear wagons rumbling on the pavement; they will be here presently

for bread.’

"The little men scampered this way and that, behind the oven and Into the ash heap, and, in a few seconds, all had dlsap-

peared. ,

" ‘Now,’ said the King of the Clinkers. T want to tell you that I’ve had a splendid time, and I’m very much obliged to you for it. 1 have enjoyed myself, and l want to make some return for it. Pretty soon the bread wagons will be at the door clamoring for bread. You will wake the baker and his wife. When thev find all their flour made into nice bread they will be very much surprised. They will ask you who did it. Y'ou must tell them the truth. They will not believe it. but they’ll be very proud of you. They will be willing to give you anything you want. Tell them you want a wooden horse. They will have It built for you. It must have a window on each side and good strong hinges In the legs. Good-bye!

I hear the wagons at the door.’

"The King of the Clinkers waved his hand, and disappeared behind the oven. The wagons rattled near the door, the teamsters cracking their whips and calling for bread for the hungry army. Sparkle Spry ran to the baker and shook him and ran to the baker’s wife and shook her. They were soon awake, but when the baker learned that the wagons had come for bread he threw up both

hands in despair.

” I’m ruined!’ he cried. T ought to have been baking and here I’ve been sleeping! And the army marches away to-day leaving me with all my stock of flour on hand. Oh, why didn't the boy

wake me?’

“ ’Come.' said his wife; ’we'11 sell what we've got and not cry over the rest.’ "They went into the storehouse and there they saw a sight such as they had never seen before. The room was so full of steaming bread that they could hardly squeeze in at the door. From door to ceiling it was stacked and packed. They sold and sold until every loaf was gone, and then, instead of the bread, the baker and his wife had a sack full Of silver

money.

"The baker wen.t in to count it, but his wife took it away from him. ’Not now,’ she said; ‘not until we have thanked this

boy.’

" ‘Y’ou are right,’ cried the baker. "It's ►he most wonderful thing I ever heard of.

How did you manage it?'

" ’Some little men helped me,’ answered

Sparkle Spry.

"The woman seized his hands and kissed his fingers. ’These are the little

INDIAN MYTH AND LEGEND

STORY OF THE WICKED TO AD-WO-MAN W HO ST> *,E THE PAPOOSE.

“The Birth of the Arbutus’’—Poetical Itlenn F preuMcd llj- the Red Man—Myth of the Morning Star.

n.’ she exclaimed.

’There’s

s one thing I'm sorry for,’ said

Sparkle Spry.

" ‘What is that?’ asked the baker. " ’Why, we had to bum so much wood.’ “ ‘Don’t mention it—don’t mention it,’ protested the baker. “ ‘Now,’ said the baker’s wife, embracing Sparkle Spry again, ‘you deserve something for making us rich. What

shall It be?’

“The baker frowned a little at this, but his brow cleared when Sparkle Spry replied that he wanted a wooden horse

built.

" ‘Y'ou shall have It,’ said the baker’s

wife.

" ’Yes, indeed,’ assented the baker. ‘As fine a one as vou want.’ ’’ (TO BE CONTINUED.)

PALATABLE GRAVIES. Practical Suggestion* For Making Dressing For Meat*.

Philadelphia Pres*.

It would seem that every cook, no matter how ignorant in some respects, would be sure of success in the simple process of gravy-making, and yet many experienced housekeepers often fail In securing the best results because of thoughtlessness. It Is of first importance to have the gravy free from fat, and this is a point often overlooked. It will be well to keep stock on hand whenever possible. This gravy stock is prepared the same as soup stock. The water in which fresh meat, a tongue, or a piece of beef has been boiled may be served for the purpose and used for various dishes. In roasting beef, mutton, lamb or pork, or any other meat that contains much fat, pour off into a dish, half an hour before the dinner hour, all the contents of the dripping pan, and set them away in a cool place. The grease will rise to the top and harden, and it will be surprising to note the amount of fat that is usually obtained from a small bowl of gravy. It is customary to make the gravy directly from these contents of the dripping pan as the meat is removed, and the result is usually a rich substaneu that is born unpalatable and indigestible. After pouring off the rich drippings from the meat, place in the dripping pan about half pint of the meat stock, -or more if necessary, and if there are any cold drippings or gravies left from the previous day, remove all fat from the top and put the liquid that remains in the bottom into the dripping pan with the stock. Wet some browned flour as smooth as possible with water, seeing that it is entirely free from lumps, and when the meat* is removed from the oven set the pan on the top of the range. The gravy will boil immediately and the wet flour should then be stirred in. It should not be allowed to stand too long, as it will boll away very rapidly. For veal, venison, etc., the gravy should be made differently, because there is but little fat on these meats, and where there is, it is not gross. Fut some meat liquor or stock into the dripping pan when the meat is arranged for roasting, and add a little more as it boils away. When it Is done, set the pan on the range, and, having stirred in the wet flour, add a small piece of butter if it is desirable to make it richer. Be careful to stir

until the butter is thoroughly melted or For poultry, the gravy is made by boll-

it will make the gravy oil

For poultry, the gravy is made by boiling the giblets—namely, the neck, liver, heart and gizzard by themselves, in a little water. Skim carefully if a scum arises. After an hour and a half, take them out and pour the water into the dripping pan, mash or chop the liver fine, and when the gravy Is made, add this, with a small piece of butter, the wet flour or the thickening, with the necessary pepper and salt, and a little sweet marjoram ir other herbs If desired. The fat that roasts out of a turkey, or goose, or other poultry that is especially fat. should be skimmed off with a spoon before making the gravy, or, if it is very fat, the contents of the dripping pan may, be poured off to cool and skim, and the plain stock used as for fat meats.

NEW APHORISMS.

February Century.

Our self-love springs, ordinarily, from a lack of understanding of the subject. Men are often more firmly united bv

common hatreds than they are bv com-

j mon tastes or common likings.

; The man who hates his fellows usually does so because they refuse to sympathize

I with his absorbing love of himself. We should try throughout life to make

friends. Enemies will make themselves.

The truest companion is he who most

; enjoys solitude.

The men who refrain from marriage because they doubt their fitness for it, either on financial or philosophic grounds, would be likely, if married, to make the

best husbands.

It Is easier to understand how a man ; who has committed many murders may have an untroubled conscience than how a congenital match-maker can ever en- ! joy a tranquil sleep. j A man should be niggardly in making promises, but generous In their fulfillment, j Unredeemed promises are like unredeemed pledges—thev so accumulate interest as soon to be Irredeemable. A woman rarely fears men, unless wholly unacquainted with them. A man s fear j of women is apt to increase with his knowledge of them. He often begins with something like disdain, and ends with supreme apprehension.

That mother love is fully understood and appreciated by Indians is shown in many of their legends that have been handed down from one family to another among the different tribes. To appreciate some of these one would have to be familiar with Indian customs, but many have an Interest that appeals to all. One tells us of a mother who had her dear little baby-boy stolen from her by a wicked old witch or toadwoman. The mother traveled for years In pursuit, gaining a slight clew now and then. Just enough to take her on through all sorts of hardships and danger. At length she came to the land of the three Nokves, or friendly old grandmothers, who told her that the toadwoman lived farther on at the ends of the earth, and each one gave her a charm to be used should the old witch pursue her on her return home with her soh, as. of course, she did. Then the good mother used the first charm, which was the words: “Oh, snakeberry root spring up and catch her!" The old woman tripped among the vines and stopped to eat the scarlet berries, and the delay gave the good mother and her son a fine start again. The other charm worked equally well, the last one leaving the ugly toadwoman slipping about on a hill of glass where she is to this day for all we know to the contrary. But it all goes to show that the Indians think a good mother will go to the ends of the earth for heri child's sake, which Is quite true. Indian Lullabies. They (have tender, motherly lullabies also, as this one will prove. It Is called "E-We—Yea"; Swinging, swinging, lullaby; Sleep thou, sleep thou, sleep thou. Little daughter lullaby. Swinging, swinging, lullaby, Not alone art thou; Your mother Is caring for you. Sleep, sleep, my little daughter. Swinging, swinging, lullaby.

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Here is another with a little touch of humor in it: The poor little bee. That lives in a tree— The poor little bee That lives in a tree. Has only one arrow in his quiver. The “Birth of the Arbutus,” that muchwelcomed herald of spring, is poetically told. The old winter king sat In front of his lodge when a handsome young man appeared before him. The old frost spirit at once began to boast of his powers? "I breathe and the streams cease to flow, the leaves whirl away, snow covers the earth and both bird and beast fly before me.” , „ “1 breathe,” said the youth, "and flowers spring up. I loose the streams from their fetters, the birds sing and all nature rejoices, for I am Seegroun, the spirit of spring " As the youth gazed the old man melted away before him. Where the old man’s lodge fire had warmed the earth a small, fragrant pink and white flower peeped out of the ashes. It was the muskodeed of the Indian—the trailing arbutus of the pale face. Beauty and the Beast. Seegroun placed the fragrant blossom In his fronelet as the first trophy of his reign in the North, and of the resurrection of the Soul of the World. There is a wonderful story of the exploits of an Indian Achilles, called Kwaslnd, whose vulnerable spot was. In his head instead of his heel. They have their "Beauty and the Beast” legendi but the beast is an old man to whom the lovely young Indian girl is kind and good, and who, of course, turns out to be a handsome brave, a son of the Evening Star. The myth of the Morning Star is as beautiful and fanciful as anything to be found among civilized nations. Two children were obliged to separate. The sister to go to the "Place of the Breaking Light;" the brother to the rocks and hills. . . .. When they were about to separate the sister said: "When you look in the east and S6© b#autifnl red clouds nos.tlnj, along the sky, believe that I am painting and adorning myself.” The brother redied - "I will dwell upon the rocks that ,ook toward the east. I may gaze upon thee and delight In thy beauty. A sound of many winds now came upon the ears of the two and soon the four spirits of the heavens came forth and bore away the sister, wafting her to the Place of the Breaking Light, where she was changed into the Morning Star. Her brother who was left on the earth dwelt among the rocks and hills that looked toward the east, where he could see in the morning the red clouds with which his sister adorned herself as she stood in h ' r PHILLIPS. TOMMY AND TOODLE. A Trae Story For Little People. "Tommy, where is Toodle?" Tommy sat up on his hind legs and hung his paws beseechingly. That was his way of saying, "I don’t know where my dear Toodle is myself, but If you will find her for me 1 will be very much obliged.” Tommy is a pug dog and Toodle is his dolly. He loves her as much as if he were a little girl; his mistress had never allowed other little boys to laugh at him for playing with a doll. It was his mistress who was asking him about Toodle now; she was a pretty young lady named Miss Fanny. “Tommy,” she asked again, this time very slowly and solemnly, "where Is Toodle? Poor Toodle. Tommy doesn’t love Toodls. Where is Toodle?”

down with Amy still In his mouth. "Do you know where Toodle is?" said Miss Fanny, and Mabel understood her and said yes, Toodle was at their house on the garret stairs where Tommy had left her. You see Tommy had remembered leaving her there when he went over and asked Mabel about her. "You go get her." said Miss Fanny. “I’ll watch him while you are gone, and he’ll give up Amy when he sees his own dollie.” And sure enough that was Just what he did; Amy was prettier, but poor rubber Toodle with no clothes on was the one he loved. He gave one look when Miss Fanny showed him to her. and then ran and grabbed her in his mouth, and settled himself with her just as you see him in the picture. Miss Fanny photographed him. "Isn’t he naughty, Miss Fanny; don’t you think he is?" said Mabel, after she had gathered Amy to her bosom, and made up her mind to play she’d been carried off by a lion. "Well, he’s an only child, you know, and only children are always spoiled," said Miss Fanny, but the truth was she thought he was the sweetest dog in the world. V. RA ROYAL GIFT.

Story of Daniel Webster ami HI* Friend Corcoran.

W. W. Corcoran, the great phllanthro1 pist, of Washington, was a wonderful i friend to the poor and sorrowful; never j losing opportunities of doing good; the ; great men of his early days loved him. ; and depended upon his business ability ; and generosity so long as they or he lived. On March 7, 1850, Daniel YVebater made his great compromise speech in the Sen- : ate. Everybody predicted it would be tha crowning address of his public life. Hours ! before the Senate met, the Sergeant-a tArms went to his house to tell him that already hundreds of people were waiting

outside.

THE SPINSTER** DINING ROOM.

Some Jolly Bachelor Girls Fitted It l».

Prof. Waiter F. Haines, of Rush Medlc«J College, Chicago, declares Dr. Price’s Baiting Powder absolutely pure.

Tommy saw she was not going to find his doll for him, so he gave a sharp little bark as he got down on to his four legs again and ran out of the house. It was in the summer and he was living in a cottage on a quiet seashore where the front doors stood open all day long. Tommy knew all his neighbors and now he trotted over to the next house. There there was a little girl named Mabel. Mabel was playing with her doll Amy. She was bigger and prettier than poor Toodle, w ho was only rubber. “Have you seen Toodle?" asked Tommy, but Mabel had never learned dog talk, and she only -dropped her doll and began to run away, crying, "Tommy’s barking at me; I’m ’fraid.” Then Tommy did a dreadful thing; he picked up Amy In his teeth and broke for home with her as hard as he eouia go. and when Mabel saw that she began to cry in good earnest. Tommy went straight to Miss Fanny and showed her the baby he had kidnapped. but he began to run again whenever she tried to come near him; Mabel soon followed, panting and sobbing out, "He’ll kill her; O, Miss Fanny, he’ll kill her " "Don’t run after him, or he will by accident; he doesn't mean to hurt her" said Miss Fanny, while Tommy walked sedately out onto the back porch and lay

Daniel Webster’s speeches were national events in those days. Mr. Peter Harvey, an old and faithful friend, was visiting

Mr. Webster.

Turning to Mr. Harvey, he said, "Peter, I feel that my public life is getting toward its close. I am not sorry. People are good to show me attention and crowd the Senate chamber, but all speeches are so misunderstood; this w f ill be." Then turn- ' ing to the Sergeant, he said, "Save good seats for my friend, here, and another for my good wife. Peter, I am a failure as a manager. My speeches don’t bring me . good sense in silver and gold.”

CORCORAN AND WEBSTER.

The Senate was a most brilliant assemblage that day. The most noted people were there. 'Mr. Corcoran went early, and sat not far from his dear friend, the speaker. He loved Webster as a brother. With deep-set eyes flashing Intensely, with a deep, sonorous voice ringing through the crowded Senate chamber, Webster flashed his eloquence upon the waiting silent listeners. On and on flowed his uninterrupted, magical words. Mr. Corcoran watched and listened intently. He said to a Senator near him when Webster took his seat, "That man’s fame will outlive this marble Capitol. No wonder he has no time to fix up his bank accounts!" The next morning Webster, his wife and Mr. Harvey were taking breakfast together. A messenger sent in a largo, white envelope. Turning to his wife, Webster said - "Some note or bill. Don’t let it spoil our coffee." They lacghed, but Mrs. Webster opened the envelope and read aloud the Attic

note:

"My dear friend, allow me to faintly express my deep gratitude and delight at your sentiments, so grandly express*.-1. On compromise yesterday In the Senate chamber, by sending you this token of my warm appreciation. Your admiring friend. W. W. CORCORAN.” Inclosed was a check for $1,000, and dise counted notes to the amount of $4,000. Mr. Webster simply said: “What a royal gift from a royal friend!” MARGARET SPENCER.

Her Lunch In Her Muff. Wafiiington Post. I can’t for the life of me see why a business woman should be ashamed of the fact that she carries her lunch with her. yet there are dozens of department women who adopt all sorts pf subterfuge* to conceal the identity of the little bundle of eatables they carry' every morning. Sometimes they have boxes that resemble books in the same way that a folding* bed resembles a sideboard or a piano and organ. Sometimes they carry little shopping hags, but not once a week do you see a real little iuenh basket. There was a young department woman in a Georgetown car not long ago, and she carried a black marten muff. She carried It gingerly, and she did not put her hands in it. When she paid her fare she laid the muff on the seat beside her for a moment. A man who entered the car just then sat down on it suddenly, and very much harder that he meant to. Out popped a bit of torn paper, a sandwich and a piece of apple pie. Successful Illuntratora. New York Sun. Successful Illustrator* evidently make large incomes. Mr. Abbey ia able to occupy a noble old country house in Great Britain and to scour Europe for data needed In the course of his work, while Howard Pyle lives In tha Delaware home oi Ambassador Bayard, an historic mansion of large and ample grounds.

from the rare Delft faience to mellow old Canton, and here and there a choice b*t ol Copenhagen is found. One feels as though he could neMr tire cf its vague and shimmery designs so far beLw tne wonderful

glaze.

Resting directly below the shelves was a table (a kitchen table, by the way), also painted with the white enamel, and covered with a dainty white linen cover, embroidered in blue. Here we found the bachelor's chafing-dish, tea-caddy, crack-er-jar, etc., In fact, everything one looks

for on the ordinary buffet.

“This is our Punch-and-Judy show.” said one of the girls pointing to what looked to my untutored eye like a very

unique standing shelf.

I was let into one of the family secrets and told that it was once upon a time a bookcase, but by painting it white and ingeniously turning it upside down It wajs soon converted into the oddest piece of furniture I have ever seen. Across the lower shelves a curtain was drawn of blue and white Japanese calico and on the one uncovered shelf reposed six or seven blue German beer mugs, with a

Bohemian air about them.

Even the pictures on the wall seemed to be in harmony with the quaint little room, all of them being framed in white. The table of light oak was covered between meals with a blue dinner cover, embroidered in a white design. The curtains were white swlss with large blue dots and finished with a generous ruffle, simplicity itself, but In perfect accord

with the surroundings.

Everything about the place was so full of refinement, and gave such evidence of

artistic feeing, and yet was so altogether homelike ana cozy, that I felt a pang of envy when 1 said good-bye, and I knew

then why the bachelor girls’ home had so deservedly earned the appellation of "The

Little Paradise on the Hill.” CHARLOTTE DILLIAQE.

fieri Ing Good and Doing Good. We are most of us more anxious about getting good than doing good. Even our prayers are more than half engaged in pleadings for good things. We rejoice in God because He is the author of every good and perfect gift, and then we beg and beg fbr all sorts of benedictions. For health and wealth, for rich supplies In IK <!><!» 1 *• n -n I jCV VaiQk T %'A F * * * i v» u »■ 41*49*

temporal temporal good first, and leave the most Important last. The truth Is that, paradoxical as It may appear, we gain by losing, we conquer by yielding, and the surest way of getting good is by doing good. Jesus Christ, our great example. made "good doing” the business of His life. This was his Father's will, and It was meat and drink to do the will of Him who sent Him. This business of our lives, this "high calling,” should be inspired not by a sense of duty, but should be the very Joy of our lives.—Exchange.

“My Fig Cake is splendid; in fact,” says a young housekeeper, “it is almost too good. It seems as though I were making cake all the time for donations or church fairs or somo committee. I tell them if they will follow the recipe in your cook book and use Cleveland’s Baking Powder they can make cake just as nice as mine. I am sure I never made such cake before. Thanks both to Cleveland’s baking powder and the cook book.” The recipe book is sent free on receipt of stamp and address. Cuveland Baking Powder Co., 8i & 83 Fulton Sc, N. Y.

The scheme of decoratlona In this tiny refectory was blue and white. First of all, the walls were covered with paper, which might have had a fac-simlle In some Japanese tea house. It was so thoroughly oriental. This was a plain, blue frieze, which at once added the decided color touch needed In any apartment where white is a prominent factor. The room I mean is one of those small but cozy little affairs, found only in the modern apartment dwelling. Now. bachelor girls are clever young women, and they at once saw the absurdity of filling up the small space In their *‘salle-a-manger" with a cumbersome, conventional sideboard, which, of course, according to commonplace ideas, must occupy the place of honor. In this little domicile something far more Ingenious, artistic and altogether out of the ordinary was destined for that position. But I must not forget the carpet. Blue and white is rather a difficult combination to follow out In floor covering. but "everything comes to him who waits," as It did in this case, and after many long and fruitless hunts our friends' efforts were crowned with success. A blue and white Japanese rug was found Just the size of the room. The sideboard 1* & shelf, made to look like, and, in fact, suggested by, the dressers found In old-time New England country houses, only, of course, built on a more modern plan. It was designed by one of the clever bachelors, then made of plain pine wood by a carpenter, and Anally given two or three coats of white enamel paint, which gave it a beautiful luster. A more charming resting place tor the choice bits of china can hardly be imagined. . . The shelves are full to overflowing with all sorts of exquisite blue and white ware

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OVARINE

The emotions in women are largely influenced by the ovaries, and the ovaries are in turn decidedly influenced by the emotion*. Professor Skene, one of the most distinguished authorities on Diseases of Women, states that grief, fear, anger, and even great joy are capable of arresting menstruation. * # * “In order to maintain harmo“nious action of the whole organization ’’it is necessary that the ovaries shall “exist in full development and functional "activity. On the other hand, these “organs, which are essential to the well“being of the individual, must, when “diseased, exercise a potent influence in “deranging the brain and nervous system.” These facts go to prove conclusively that a very large proportion of the cases of insanity in women could have been prevented by careful treatment of diseased ovaries. It is also very probable that many cases of insanity could be perfectly cured by careful and systematic treatment of the diseased ovaries.

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To Dealers Our line of 1895 Carriages are now on the floor ready for inspection. Out-of-town dealers will please write for catalogues if not already received.

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