Jasper County Democrat, Volume 2, Number 9, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 June 1899 — Page 2

CHAPTER IX. ft was midday when the detective enu. treed the door of his home after the in<neat was over. There was a tbnaghtfwl look on his face, ■ad it was necessary for his wife to address him twice before he answered her. “The jury of inquest, Why don't ysu answer me? Did they hold Robert Campbell for trial?" “Yes; I will be ready in a moment, Martha —in a moment. Has Calhan returned? 1 gave him a commission.” “The decision of the jury of inquest, Lans? Did they hold Robert Campbell for trial? You are dreaming again.” “Oh! Yes, certainly, wife; they held him for trial." “Poor Mrs. Campl»e)l. Toor daughter, and poor Robert. 1 don’t believe he is gailty, Lang.” “Time will tell, wife.” “I know you don’t think so. Yon are not satisfied. You have another mystery •a your hands. I can tell when you are parried.” “Where is Willie, wife?’ “There he comes in at the gate now. Since I put trousers on him 1 can’t keep him in the house.” •Come here, you rascal!” cried Lang, as he threw open the door, and in a moment more he was tossing the urchin up to the ceiling. “I goin’ do that. papa,” he said, when hts father placed him on the floor. “Do what, son?” “Toss up the kids when I get to be a great big detective.” “Kids? What are kids, Willie?” “Why, the boys—l’m a kid." “Better put the dress back on him again, wife. We don’t want any kids in ■w family.” “TYen I won’t be a kid, papa.” “That’s right, son—never be a kid. But Calhan, wife; has he returned T' “He was in the kitchen scouring up your revolvers a few minutes ago. He had quite an arsenal there. But come, let Calhan go until after dinner. It is on the table now." “As you say, wife. You are the ruler of this domain.” After dinner was over, returned to his office, filled his long-stemmed pipe, lighted it and seated himself at his desk. “Let's see,” he muttered. “To-day is the nineteenth of August. Court convenes the fifteenth of September—less than a Month. Well, there is plenty of time, or should l<e. and then, the case is not apt •o be called at once. Calban! Calhan!” “Here I is. Mars Lang!” exclaimed the ' aegro, as he entered the room, a bundle -.trier his arm. “Well, did you find an opportunity to go through the barn while the inquest was going on?” “Adam was at de house watchin' de jury, and Ben. de stable boy, was in de kitchen. I reckon I went frou’ dat barn, from de sills up, Mars Lang. What you tiok I find?” “I can’t tell, Calban; but if there was anything there of a suspicious nature, you would bp sure to find it, I know.” “Colly, Mars Lang, I’s got a clue! Look yere!”

With a quick movement Calban tore • way the pajter covering from the package he ha| held under his arm. “A bloody shut!” he exclaimed, as he held die garment up before the detective. “And a hickory shirt, at that,” said Mellars, taking the garment from his bands and spreading it out on the flat top »f his desk. “Yes,” he continued, “blood! Biomi. surely, both on the right sleeve and the shirt bosom. That on the bosom the wearer tried to wipe off, and as a result spread it over a greater surface. A bloody •flirt! You found it in the li*ni?" “Yes, Mars Lang—in a barrel in de harness room.” “A suspicious circumstance at this time. TVhy. there are spots all over the bosom, ns if they had squirted there from some jet of blood suddenly turned loose. In a barrel in the harness room, yon say ? Was the barrel covered, the shirt secreted?” “A set of harness was hanging over de barrel, Mars, and some empty grain sacks was on top of it. I moved de grain sacks, aad foun’ dis shut on top of a lot of ole currycombs and brushes. 1 took de shut, sad kivered up de barrel. 1 ’spec’ it's Adam’s shut.” *. “Or Ben’s,” observed the detective. “Golly, ’tain’t Beu's, Mars Lang. I»at •hat too big fer Ben.” “True, but it is not one of Adam's driving shirts. Ths banker would not have showed him to mount the box of his carriage with that shirt on.” “I allow. Mars, dat dat shut is one of h<« wokin’ shuts, what he wears 'bout de barn—dat’s what I calcerlate.” “You may be right, Calban. At any rate, this blood, in places, is hardly Cry. It has not been many hours since it came from the veins of living man or beast. You bare found a clue, Calban! A due! Had you talked with Adam before the inquest tontmenced?” “Yes, Mars Lang, and Adam worried mightily. He say be los’ de bes* master a nigger eber had, and he 'test hmself mightily ’dignant, dat anybody kill him.”: ‘Did you learn where he claimed to be at the time the murder must have been committed?” J “Adam courtin’ a nigger gal What belong to Dr. Freeman, on Front street; she his cook. I spec’ dat’a why Adam courtin’ her—nigger mighty fond sorbin’ good to eat Well, Adam clar’ he dur. in Dr. Ffleman’s kitchen till ten o’dock. Ibni be 'lows he went home, and went to sleep tv de bam, and de fust ting be knowed wen was when he year Cue’ Duke callin' Of him. Dat’s what he claim.” “Did you ever bear Adam make -any remarks about Herman Craven?” “Dun know nntthin’ ’bout de nigger. Mars Lang. He say dis mornin' Mars Herman mighty oberbearin’, and he spect he done eat be sweet bread, now he ole iwaster dead. Nigger mighty ’ceil ml some •White men as well, Calbmi.” imS of“ w’X? •-

AUNT HANNAH'S SECRET.

By H. E. Scott.

dcr his training 0 stauM awft suppne Ite could have UDtNOumh iqp trite wwritaioni te necessarily must Ihawr Hiafi to tew sttritem in on his master amfi swudk tritatt btore„”' j thoutftat Selters. “Triw. Chanwtn might have promisfd] Hinn Bus ffimwfthm. tatt it fin by no moan* (certain ntait sftintr»trite property <ff Affirm. anifl ffiy nm muan» tain that the qilacnfl iit iin Uta taawH!” For tae immutes Ota MMfete soft pomduring the imailtor aw unfi gasuiug (ffiwa on the bltmdy ignrtnmC Htrffirre ffiim. SUiir denty be turned to trihr nugw/i: “What is ‘rite mume iff trite nwgnwss- (took eff Tfc. IFrermunte??" lhe aritefi. “She <call ffiomtf dhifly Ftesimun—Dfc Freeman raise Hint.'” “Well, yon Ihawr « www tmtharrlte. ‘Calhan—<a terr bile ttfwt&adhr!!” The negro wriimofi. **tto to I'tr. ffhteumun. mill Hite I sung you for sometbiug to luisr your toMffi. She this girt, •Cmfly., mnd ih> your w*m way as<ccrtain ff Affirm was iritere Item nigs£ amt it sn, aS wffiat time be torik Ibis dtapuartntcei. Yon understand??" “Yes. Mars Long. I tnntawtntxT.. I twill her 3 hoar flat Affirm. <&* <ranutamn> off <ffi rich bnriher ndhiC fgrtt Balli, OTurtin’ bar. HShe Itek dirt. Iffitn site ■ssy: ‘Me. D»Roaserte wear lhew Has’ ingM." ©th. H ttaaiit om.” •Well, teftur you Ibnwr uNusntoinmß that! go to tte ’bauibur’s. Yun may tte alitel»> see Hannah without unffume alter obHerwing yon;; iff so, toll Hun- to <muhf Itetre att nine o'dltok tomgffit. '♦lhimji. ffinr ffiw minr utes. toftfaoUt ttlhe Hsuiwdkdtoe off anyone about l!he qisentees. “AHtor nitec Ikwip your tfjwost rai Affixm unr til dark, unknowu to Ibim. Wattoh His- «w----ery mwomeirt. Bite aiarritejje will probably mrt hie out todtey- Snow iff Ahum goes to tte thnme, ailsn iff Bftimnnm Oraixon visits the Horan, «nd tet Hteff purdt oigjbz toll Adam that I widh to see Hinn Marik well: hw he Tecetees tte news, ainß bring; Hum 'here with yon. Ito mrtt tat ttaim xiisii tdtoe house ar ioawe your ijwejunme affhtur you have delivorea this nnessuge until! tte stands tefltee ime iin this nwwnn. I shmlll teffinsy‘until that time. Yowmu® gennw.. Yon lhave done wdll.’” •‘Tatek you, Massa!! My twuff ami Hop> pin’ ricflrt mow,’’ and CtefitMii. wiidh one hand Ot ibis [ponderous jjam. ffifflt tte roonn The tatottow iqneiud ttmu> nuwspaoens over the •Shirt, qila <»<• d stwt nail buwffis am tx>p <ff Atom, and Hrtft tte aiffitst. limiting; dte door taffiind ibim. “This un«y <ar mmy mitt Hw am iinouctant Clue,” lhe thoudbt. ats Hit tmuffi* ffiis wgy downtown. "A#lhinst,iitiisuiuettitecmiust be tallowed up 1 aurntt mscatttum. and! t»> a certahfty, Hmw a dbittt uff tte mqgxe Adam taiiQwned to Hmur Bibied status at this critical ttem. IPor mtgiili I ttnuw thelife blood ‘Of tte ftumltatr marite iR, andl Adam, the cnatlbnum, iis trite auuumpliuu of the villain wUn< iruug tribe <&uur ffidll.”'

•caiAff’ttrac x. Al eight o'dodk trite anhunedl bis Office, mud Uijjtawdi trim tnwii liunqs trinff it contained. He lluifi traio Uwtgp mnwUvans <m oue corner -iff this <dedk mull Awsiifir triatm ptaicvd a ipuir Of ifaunfltuffis, sllmtttlhs umli a coil «ff trtQie. “A Jarmitfartde itntrjvy,’” the uibiugftc a* M covered tfhem witth a guqi«E. '‘’An® wiir nary nun's Maws wvndld qjusii* iim&tr him at sitfitt iff Tibet Unyma. Itt mill nwc b« difficult tto (Attain a -ointesaiiini fltwnn Jkftwu, if ihr did tihe deed. Aiufi triwn;, t»i> wwanw anetwork around ttihe thenn off s&<nmtuii Eha.ven.” He wm -MMttcd nit lilts dtasfi wAwn, rhe dour ■qjH'ned, tmii CliiUiun uomilmtudl Clin sable cuadinisn iirtto tria- rhhl Adami wws « nitil Marik tuigjro off. purr haps, thirty yenrs utf :«pr.. off niwlium> staffing, wwd a flair Tjupe Uh- llotliteil. ats Me stnwifi there, dressed iin trim linwny off Allwhi DtUoMffte, iff tAh- (ilffttniH- «t>wnhtmun bufore The Marik trace tramnirifiiatatll There -wwe a Ihiiik -iff «tmtinHity.. huff tu»C ■off 'tear. -on Sils AAaiA flaw ms ttltar i&tetrtiimie said: “Khune fftirwmrii. Aftwm. ami! stand before tikis -Bisik.” The tiregrti Ulifi am. ■“A ilttrie unore tin trite Itafltu Aiinut -cight opposite itoe -iniwwr. Ttatim, ttibatt will! tihi How -onme yon mirii yumr Umanyt um me “SKsae 1 ihcon spetUm' owßras t» gum- tip and hiring <de -imimiage <«tm ail! dhiy., Imng. U tuuslta 'Aiy miictat wumn iff iin * harry and 0 wvtuilß Ah- mnuftj-.. 1 jjns tail! Benlie could ttWhe-dt'limtuHsisoffl Uh lunges when I !hff dr Ibatm.'” Auilkwr you go ilty ttiht- mnnii off AilhmUMHoeMtar? You trawmr Audi an® utitat master iib«m Alhiin OMBmatate?” “Sa, Mms lamp, tun, :n»A H nuAbotr ’sqm:' to have as good a one mgun. Tirur aim mo mii’ hik Hurs Alhrin.” “Then why, you villainous wretch, did you murder him?” exclaimed the detective, springing to his feet, his black eyes flashing and seemingly piercing to the negro's soul, as with a sudden movement he snatched the papers from the desk. Adam was nanaUyand. Am aaiham uabur ovwipwmd Ms Marik tSmttuwß. Hbslkiwes Mmdhidl toguffmt. His uyns: wrane- ffiaadi on ‘Chose <<tf The idritwtsiw., Baffin* wtAnan many a ninrßurrtr had QUMikeff fife- «n----deavored tc sptttlk, Mil Ibis Hips emiiit»d me sound. “SmhA on ttihr Hwidrana- uff ymur gjulh. Adam DrHmaami! not act tmeT’ The negro's «wrs tFiiliiww.il trim* «fi Ssfrlars. und Dhe Mrft uAijuttt trine unrtt Ms Bosmwmrd gene was a BOraffy gainuumk thut thorns Ihtffn* Bmd twated em bis own Umdk. 1 “My mg slbiC!! WUm-wfeur ytmn gad BUT sffitft, Hurs Imng?” Me nmttrremft, im smprise, almost ffurgrttrnhig M» sudtetn “Yun admit triutt triw sAifftt iis yumrs. Adam JDe®osrtt»o. WMtrae dd yon pita* St dfwr you tad uwnqwttrjfted jj'iiur Soil! crime?” “ff-diput-aat Murneos room iff Ae Mmm, wMwr I Mwp» my durty floss, and tt Bwwnwfl At tqp wild leuns numlai * Mill trrniu rmgrh, mwr*' aitnig. •iinWfr 0 iwll! rhioteftns Hftsuuaih * k JU&sui •M-Mn astMuoßtetewawßu? Wl*,*

dtetai whM 1 km fer Aunt Hannah. Iteahk dr stiefc of cord wood now, right tact, off <te kitehen, whar I cut dar heads «£. Bar waa three of dem. Ona wan a eoostaA amt affix’* you born, Mara Lang, wdtem I dhp his haid, de rascal flew right •gin. Bats here, and da blood squirt all ober my shat. Hannah say she could kill chicken better dan dat, when I han dem to her. Pwtfh what make me put dat shut in de barrel,, kaae ’twas a clean shut dat mornBL Lord, how you skeer me, Mars Lang! I earn, scaaaiy stand up. Fer de Lawd’s Baffin, wha’ yon gwine do wid dem ’volvers and dena otter tings? De Lawd hab merey on Adam! You’s got a rope, too!” Dowa on his knees sank the negro With “Thera, there! Get up, Adam, get up,” eried Sellars, who saw how far from having a cine to the banker’s murder he was. “What did I tell you, Calban?” he said, turning to that individual. “I knew I eottid frighten him out of his wits. Get ugs Adam, 1 only wished to show Calban stair you were not as brave as he thought job. He has been boasting that if you Had slept in the house you would have fought for your master’s life.” “l-Fd a it till I died. Mars Lang,” sobbed the negro, giving a deep sigh of relief as he arose to his feet; “but whar yoa get dat shut?” “Oh, 1 had to have that to carry out my pliin. It was easy to obtain it—l know they had chickens for dinner at your master's yesterday.”

“Fer de Lawd’s sake!” “Tos». and I know you were courting Cindy Freeman, and spent the evening of the night of the murder with her in Dr. i Fteeman’s kitchen!” “Lawdl Is you got any ting agin dat, Mrs. Lang?” “Nothings Adam, nothing. And now, I mind; yotu not a word to a living soul that : you have been here; not a word of what has passed.” “Sot one. Mars Lang. But did you suspiriotx affix’ nus dat I kill ole massa?” “Pshaw, have better sense, Adam. Was : not Robert Campbell held for the murder, | and is he not now in jail?” ' “Yes, Mars Lang, he is; but I Joan’ beliebe dry has got de right man.” “Whom do your suspicions rest on, tofrin?” “1 ain’t got none, Mars Lang—l dunno.” “Who have yon had occasion to drive about town the oftenest in the carriage after dark during the past year, Adam?” “Why, Mars Herman,” said the negro, ’ limbing uneasily toward the door. “Ole massa was never out nights, dat is, scace- ‘ Hf-’” “So. yon have driven Herman Craven : ant nights?” “Yes, Mars Lang, often. Sometimes, moonlight nights, to de sound, where a lot ■ off young gemmens would go fer a frolic, and sometimes ’bout town. Often he keep ma standin’ wid de carrige till midnight.” “Where, Adam?” “Well, if you believe me, Mars Lang, rnos- eberywhar. But whar my team is stMwlin. he ain’t dar. He just tell me to wait dar.” “Where does he go?” “Mars Herman not lak a nigger much, no. how, and I skeered to say much ’bout him. I wuz alweys skeered he’d swade, ote massa to sell me; he said he could.” -did. did he? Well, your master is I dead You are not Herman’s property, and never will be. Your mistress will not sell you; and I promise to be your friend. Nbw, have no fear.” "Tank de Lawd! Well, he goes a heap oh plnees a young gemmen ought not to go,. Mars Lang; but de place he goes de i oftenest to is what dey calls de ‘Planters Rest,’ down on Water street. Dey says diißs.gamblin' goin’ on dar. upstairs—what dtey calls towlet' and ‘fario’ and ‘poker.’ " “•Yes,, yes, I know the place. So he often has. been there until midnight? When was he there last?” "De las I knows of was 'bout a week ago. You know, he don’t always take de earrigs downtown.” “Does he take those young bloods out with him in the carriage, occasionally?” "Why, he hab it full sometimes, when dfry goes to di; sound, and dey generally has a ease or two ob brandy and wine, and has awful times.” “Are there any that he is especially friendly with?" “He friendly wid all on em, Mars Lang —all: dat set. I spect Ward Taylor was line- of his ehums till you trail him down tier de Mulberry murder.” "Undeed! Has he ever brought any of these- parties to the house?” “Xb. Mars Lang he dassent do dat, fer fi&ar ob ole marster.” “You are sure that you have never seen one of them in your master's house?” “l'’«rtain. Mars Lang! Certain!” <To be continued.)

HOWESPUN PHILOSOPHY.

Vika*vvtatuMi»of Commonplace Thiuga km kke Atckioou Globe Man. AH: pretty women, and all handsome imeni are a littte foolish. A successful man can’t realize how haunt an unsuccessful man finds life. Some men who have more money tham brains,- haven’t much money, either. Yhe man. who sells whisky, makes his money easier than the man who huiys iff. BBowever truthful a boy, he dislikes j to tell! the exact facts about a hunting or fishing trip. Win JtO on an election and the pub'Uirwiffi give you credit for winning ten times that amount. Every wedding is the prettiest of ths ; season;, and every bride's wedding outi tfit lb the most elaborate. | When a child says “Thank you” wiithout being reminded, its mother : tfeefiv very puffed up and proud. “Outfit” means the same as “tros- ' seam” and people can't call you down | on the way you spell or pronounce it The- women have such au accumulAitnn off mud on their skirts that it ' soomte as if they wore silk petticoats. No man who is a genius finds it necessasy to advertise himself by wearing to«t bushy hair, or dressing like a Steak. ( Yhe only gift is a portion of tbyself. , 'lhasnSnre the poet brings his poem, the shepherd Ms lamb, the farmer corn, ths ttelMr a gssa the sailor coral, and the gM a Mtedterrehlef of her own sewing. —Emerson. Bn certain parts of Spain the witness crease* the thumb of one band over the (forefinger- of the other and kisses this symbol! at the cross before being sworn.

WOMEN HOME

BEST TO HAVE HIGH IDEALS.

CjgO HE polishing process Is not always fortunate for the object experlmented upon. Pure sliver can be worn thin as paper, and show true metal all the way through; but the plated article must be brightened carefully, and so must coarse souls, for their basis is brass. Nothing destroys freshness and purity of heart like dally contact with a sordid nature, says the Buffalo Enquirer, especially If this be one to whom bound by ties of affection. Between those who are continually together there can be no compromise in relation. There must either be contempt tor sympathy, and how rare to find sympathy! Art Is the one idol whom the lover never charges with his own imperfections. Every intimacy between man and woman has Its disillusions and humiliations; upon the shoulders of the other each lays the burden of the fault But he who is enamored of an art suffer* only from self-betrayala Unchangingly perfect It commands eternal devotion. Selfish persons do not begin their career by resolving to please only themselves, but by finding some apparently valid excuse for Ignoring the welfare of others. False promises, like earthworms, attract the gaze which is lowered from heights’of beauty and generally to the mire upturned by the wanderer’s own feet; and to the mind which once gives Itself aver to specious reasoning there will obtrude a thousand proofs of the baseness of associates to one suggestion of personal reproof. Women Lawyers. In refusing to enroll the name of Miss Sobrajl, a distinguished English law graduate, upon the list of lawyers ad-

mitted to practice, the High Court of India is behind other English colonie* In New South Wales, and even in Cape Colony, there are several women barristers. The idea that women as lawyers is a new notion is an error. As long ago as 1648 Margaret Brent,

B. A. LOCKWOOD.

of Maryland, wae duly licensed to practice In the courts of her State. Another instance to prove that the woman lawyer is not a product of the nineteenth century is that In 1487 Cassandra FldeMs, then only 22 years of age, was a professor of law In the University of Padua. She Is supposed to have suggested Portia to Shakspeare. The first woman admitted to practice by the Supreme Court of the United States was Belva A. Lockwood.

Decree Against Corsets. The Minister of Education in Saxony has just issued an order that all girls and young women attending the public schools and colleges shall discard corsets and stays. The preponderance of public opinion in Saxony favors the decree, but the girls affected and their mothers are protesting vigorously. Recent and vigorous agitation of the subject In the press and in the lectures given by professors in medical schools is responsible for the Minister’s order. Tight lacing has been denounced unanimously by the physicians of Dresden and other large towns because of its effect on the health and of Its increasing prevalence, even little girls indulging in the practice.

Women’! Pace* by Men. Mrs. William A. White, of Emporia, Kan., made a great hit at the State meeting of clubs recently by an amus-

ing paper on woman’s pages written by men, and which contain references to “a bright and cheery smile.” The smile Is the only help the writing man gives when the jell won’t jell, the roast burns, and cream sours and the Ice

melts. Then there la the economicalminded man, who tells how to make a S2O hat out of 33 cents’ worth of chiffon, seven cents’ worth of violets and a silver buckle from grandfather’s old shoe. He has no help for the woman whose grandfather wore cowhide boots.

Culture Best Acquired at Home. There is a mistaken idea of culture prevalent. Culture does not mean merely committing to memory a great number of facts out of text-books, but it does mean a careful and thoughtful assimilation of every bit of knowledge that comes our way for the purpose of making ourselvee more intelligent, more noble, more helpful human beings, and where can be found a better school for the development of these attributes than In a wisely and properly conducted ’ ome?—Ladles’ Home Journal. Economising Nervous Force. The lady principal of a normal school gave excellent advice to a class of young women who were receiving their diplomas, when she recommended them strongly to room alone. Nervous prostration is not common in England, and there is a good reason for it Americans are apt to smile at the well-known reserve of the English; but our cousins

over the sea are wiser in their genet* tlon than we take them to be, for H “shutting themselves up" ttxey saw* themselves from many of the indiscriminate filchings of vitality which we pay so dearly tor exposing oarselves to. A celebrated physician ascribes much of the waste of nervous force which is characteristlc-of Americans to our over-sociability. We respond so quickly to anj sort of companionship that only by occasionally isolating ourselves can we shut off th* nervous drain. No occupation absorbs more vitality than that of a teacher, and it is imperative that she should have perfectly quiet hours in which to recuperate.

She Admire* Dewey. This is a picture of Miss Marie Powers, Decatur, 111., school girl. Her photograph stands on Admiral Dewey’s

dressing case in the Admiral’s cabin on board the Olympia. “Every morning when I shave I look at the picture. Instead of in the mirror,” the Admiral told E. W. Hardin, the St Louis Post-Dis-patch correspondent “I have already cut myself

three times while looking at her, and expect she will be the death of me yet - The Admiral sent Miss Powers a big brass button from his uniform coat She wears it constantly attached to a long gold chain. They knew nothing of each other until after the battle of Manila, when she wrote a school girl’s letter of congratulation to the nation’s hero. She sent her photograph and won the greet silent fighting man’s warm admiration and a photograph with his autograph. Rule* for Deantifyin* Complexion. Here are a few rules given by th* celebrated French dermatologist M. Felix Chaleux, for a clear, beautiful complexion and perfect health: Don’t drink tea or coffee. Drink pure water. Eat grapes, apples, raisins and figs. Eat a few salted almonds dally. Don’t eat much animal food. An egg or two a day, soft boiled, Instead of meat. Eat an orange every day or so. Walk two or three miles a day. Bathe the whole body daily in tepid water. Don’t fret, don’t worry; be calm and quiet " Follow the above, you will be perfectly strong, healthy, beautiful and live to great age. Symptoms of Over Exertion. An eminent -German physician declares that as long as a bicyclist after a long tour, has a good appetite, does not feel a desire to go to sleep at once, and is not annoyed by heavy dreams on the night following, he may consider that he has not made too great a demand on his physical resource*

It begins to look as If the shirt waist had settled down into an inseparable part of our national dress. Fortunately, it is becoming to the majority of women—the degree depending largely on the fit of the waist. It is usually supposed that a shirt waist is a very difficult thing to make, but it is a fact that many women that look the best in them are wearing waists that they themselves have made. It is a “fussy” job, but the reward is worth the painstaking trouble. Some of the handsomest waists are made with a round yoke that is finished with a half-inch inserting. Small pearl buttons are largely supplanting studs for the front Pique stocks with ties to match are the latest in neck dressings.

MRS. WHITE.

A pinkish white organdie is sprigged with sprays of bright pink blossoms, buds and leaves. Satin striped organdies prevail in these first exhibits, with single flowers scattered over the striped surface. A pale blue grouifl, with bright blue stripes, is sprigged with red. These goods illustrate fairly well the new spring shades and their great variety of tones. There are six tones in gendarme blue, from a pretty gobelin tint to a deep dark one. Then there are the forget-me-not blues and several turquoise shades with greenish tints: Orient yellow Is a smart color, as well as two or three other yellows under different names, though but slightly different in shade. A deep orange with a reddish tinge is known as Klondike. Beddish yellows and orange yellows bid fair to be popular. —— Some persons are so perverse that they do not enjoy strawberries when they come within their purse rangA

WITH THE DRESS MAKER

An Aneedota Related fcy Mina Croaby* the BUod Hyns Writer. One of the anecdotes related by Fanny Jane Crosby, the blind hymn writer, concerns her meeting with Henry Clay. Clay had been invited to visit the institution for the blind, at Thirty-fourth street and Ninth avenue. “I was but a girl at the time, not yet out of my teens,” she said at her Brooklyn home, "but I had tad considerable experience, and while not reasonably known to Mr. Clay I tad written little things and sent them to him. One in particular which I tad nt to him about that time was upou .he death of his son, which was fresh in his mind, for be referred to it when he began speaking to us. “At 3 o’clock Clay, with a number of friend* drove up to the entrance of th* institution In a carriage and alighted. All the girls were marshaled In the grounds in our best bib and with the board of managers, just 1A side the entrance gate. It was a ni«P day in May, I remember, and the girls who had prepared their pieces came forward and recited them to Mr. Clay. He appeared greatly moved at the demonstration, as indicated by the tones of his voice in his reply, for, of course, I did not see him. “Mr. Clay, who was, I believe, one of the kindest of men, alluded to his several communications with me, and my deep sympathy in his sorrow over the death of his son, and spoke of his sympathy at what he described as my misfortune in not being able to view smiling nature In its happiest mood as It was on that May day. He tad something to say to the other girl speakers, and went up to the institution itself and seemed to feel a deep interest in everything. “Mr. Clay sat down to a luncheon prepared by the girl* and asked particularly as to who tad prepared each one of the good thing* Then be said that at his Kentucky home he tad simple food, and so they could understand how great was his delight to get such nice food when away from it. All of the girls voted Mr. Clay as the greatest and best of men. He went away greatly pleased with his visit.”—New York Sun.

MISS FOWERS.

The facts relating to the discovery of acetylene gas are interesting. It appears that some years ago Thomas L. Willson of St. Catharines. Ont., was smelting for metallurgical purposes. From time to time he used a good deal of rock salt in his furnace stock, and also limestone as a flux. Whenever these two materials were fused together the slag produced by the Intense dectrical heat Included a dirty grayish substance wholly unlike anything else he had ever seen. For weeks he noticed this substance without giving more than passing attention to IL dumping It into the stream upon the bank of which he had built his furnace. One day a curious thing occurred and at a time when the pile of slag tad become so large that its top rose above the surface of the water. A minute or two after dumping the slag as usual into the stream, some of it going under and part remaining above the water In a red-hot state, the sizzling and steaming was followed by a bright burst of flame. The next time Mr. Willson used rock salt and limestone the blaze again appeared over the slag after it tad been cast Into the river, and, it being at night, he was much struck by the brilliant white light produced. The next time that he had a batch of the queer grayish residue to dispose of he did not waste it, but saved it and poured over it some water for experiment. He held a lighted match over the pile, when instantly there was a white, glowing flame.—Western Electrician.

A Scotch farmer, celebrated In hla neighborhood for his immense strength and skill In athletic exercises, very frequently had the pleasure of contending with people who came to try their strength against him. Lord D., a great pugilistic amateur, went from London on purpose to fight the athletic Scot The later was working in an enclosure at a little distance from his house when the noble lord arrived. His lordsKlp tied his horse to a tree and addressed the fanner. “Friend, I have heard marvelous reports of your skill, and have come a long way to see which of us two is the better wrestler.” The Scotchman, without answering, seised the nobleman, pitched him over the hedge and then set about working again. When Lord D. got up: “Well,” said the farmer, “have you anything to say to me?’ “No,” replied his lordship, “but perhaps you’d be good enough to throw me my horse.”—Short Stories.

One rainy day in spring an old Yorkshire fisherman returned to his native village after an absence of fifteen years, and fearfully sought the house which sheltered his deserted wife. Entering without knocking, he seated himself near the open door, took a long and vigorous puli at his dirty clay pipe, and nodded jerkily to ‘t’owd woman.” •‘Mornin’, Maria,” he said, with affected unconcern. She looked up from the potatoes she was peeling, and tried'to utter the scathing tirade she had daily rehearsed since his departure; but It would not come. “Ben,” she said. Instead, once more resuming her work, “bring thesen o’er to t’ fire, an’ Ah’ll darn that hole 1* thy, jersey. Ah meant doin’ t’ day tha went away, but summat put me off!” —Stray Stories. A man is before the probate court today to be examined as to his sanity. The evidence against him Is conclusive: he told a lady friend that be did nos like her minister.

MET HENRY CLAY.

Discovery of Acetylene Gas.

Wanted His Horae.

What a Memory!