Pike County Democrat, Volume 25, Number 8, Petersburg, Pike County, 6 July 1894 — Page 3

Sittgifer Couatjj gfwoaat M- McC. BT00P8, Editor and ProprietorPETERSBC RGt - - 4 INDIANA A GARDEN OF LONG, LONG AGO. I MB m« long beck In fancy, In knleldoscople ▼lew, •Mid the circling disc of time rings thatihy mind is gazing through— ▲ fairyland of beauty which my early childhood knew, Where the purest, sweetest flowers and the softest mosses grew. - the paths were stiffly outlined by a bordering of box, the flower beds flashed brightly with marigold and phlox. While the grapevines grew precisely, in a fashion orthodox. To evade the crafty cunning of each spoiling two-legg’d fox. lean see the drooping pear tree, stooping low to touch the ground. And deposit ripened sweetness where it soonest could be found; While the honey bees grew heavy, as they circled round and round. And clapped their wings in soft applause, with hazy, happy sound. The currants flashed to crimson ’neath the brightness of the sun, Until, all red and rosy, they shook their heads for fun. And tumbled off demurely in the green grass, * one by one, 1 , To wait until the children adown the pathway run. ■ And then—the very best of all—the merry little brook That dashed along and splashed along with circling curve and crook. Yet held its little mirrors where the lilies bent to look. * AnS gave us tiny concerts from a natural music book. As I tell myself the story, my heart is all aglow With reverberating pleasures, that from the mem'ry grow. So I write down glimpses of it, that others, too. may know. The sweetness and completeness of the distant long ago. —Alice Crary. in Ladies' Home Journal.

ANNIE'S SURPRISE, * - i How Her True, Sisterly Devotion Was Amply Rewarded. Annie Sargent was fifteen when her mother died; the three boys were older. Jabez Sargent never got along well with his children; he was too hasty and unreasonable. When his wife was alive she had often prevented wordy wars between her husband and the boys. Annie did not have her mother's tact, and besides she stood in awe of her father. So when he scolded the boys she would look frightened at first and then run away where she could not hear their angry voices. When Will, the oldest, was twentyone he went to the city to find work. ' He had a hard time, but the folks at home never knew about it. He was capable and determined, so two years later, when Joe came of age, Will was able to get him a good situation. Only Fred and Annie were left at home after that. It was only a month after Joe went away that Fred had a letter Urging him to join his brothers in the city. “Why should you stay on that old farm, when you might be here with us, earning a dollar and a half a day at least? Talk with father about it and let me know soon.” Fred looked up from the letter with bright eyes. “What is it?” asked Annie. She was clearing up the dinnertable. “Joe wants me to go to the city. 7 He’s got a place for me, and 1 can earn a dollar and a half a day at the very first. Do you believe gather will let me go? Where is he?” “Out in the barn.” Annie’s voice sounded strange to Fred, but he was hurrying out of the door. He glanced in at the window as he passed it. He did not stop, but Annie’s face haunted him. He tried to think it was the unevenness of the window .glass that distorted her features, but he knew - it was tears that made her eyes so bright. “I suppose you can go,” said his father, rather ungraciously, “but I’d rather you’d stay here. You can help a good deal about the farm when you are a mind to—but you ain’t a mind to most of the time.” Fred went back into the house. He 3 was jubilant to think that he was going, but indignant at his father’s remarks. He got a piece of paper, a pen and the ink bottle and began a inter to his brother. He wrote it hastily and put it in an envelope before Annie came into the room. He could not look up just then, for he was writing Joe’s name on the envelope. When he had finished he said: ‘‘Father says I can go, and I am going to take this letter to the post office right off. I told Joe I’d be there in a week.”

Annie uia not spett; ner dbck was towards him. Half a mile from the Sargents lived old Mrs. MlHicent Jennings. She was * friend to all the boys and girls in the neighborhood, and even the older peo pie were sometimes glad to get her ad vice, for she bad a “level head.” After Fred had mailed his letter he went directly to Annt Millie’s to tell her his plana She was sitting in the kitchen knitting when he went in. “Well, what is it?” she asked, looking at him; “good news, I guess.” He told her the news, and she listened 'quietly. She was silent so long after he finished that he begun to be impatient. “What do you think of ,it?” he asked. a “1 think.” she said, slowly, “that you might have waited a little before you ■ decided to go.” “What’s the use to wait?” < » “You might have thought of some things that would make you feel you •ought to stay at home.” “What things? 1 don't like the way •father treats me.” “Does he treat Annie any better?” “I don’t know's he does.” “How did Annie feel when the other <4oys went away?” “Blue for a week.” “Who cheered her up?" / “I tried to—father didn’t seem tone

“It will be pretty lonesome for her if you go." “I could write often end—" “But you wouldn’t." “And I’d earn so much money that I could give her things she wants.” “1 guess you’d find you could use all you’d earn for yourself.” “What! Do you think I ought to stay at home just for Annie?” “Well, considering that she left school when she wanted to be a teacher, and gave up all her plans, and' stayed at home and worked hard just for Will and Joe and Fred—it does seem rather tough for them all to desert her and go and do what they want to.” Fred looked very sober. “Think it over,” said Aunt Millie. “But I’ve written,” he returned, brightening a little. “Couldn’t you write again?” “I suppose so.” “I ^ope I haven’t made you angry, Frederick,” she said, as he rose to go. ‘‘Oh, no,” he answered somewhat shortly. That night at supper there was hardly a word spoken. Jabez never talked at meal times. Fred was thinking. He looked at Annie furtively. Her eyes were red, and he thought she did not eat much. When she began to wash dishes, he took the dish towel away from her. She looked at him in astonishment. “I can wipe them,” she said, huskily. “So can I,” Fred answered. He did not sleep much that night. The next morning after breakfast he followed his father out to the barn. He was gone a long time. When he came in there was a queer expression on his face; satisfaction, regret, resentment and high resolve. He got the writing materials and sat down at the dining table. Annie was paring apples. She watched him closely. “Want to send any word to Joe?” he asked, looking up. “I’m writing to him.” “Send my love,” she said, and bent over the apples. Fred noticed, apd smiled. “Want to read it?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “I’ll wash my bands first.” She took the letter and began to

read. “.Poor little girl,” Fred thought, as he looked at her woe-begone face. The woe-begone expression dicP’not stay long. She looked up quickly, and saw him smiling at her. She opened her lips to speak, but choked instead. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight; it was his turn to choke then. “Oh, I’m so glad,” she sobbed. “It would hare killed me.” Fred had to write the letter over again, it was so crumpled up in the embrace. This happened the last of May. When Fred told Aunt Millie about it the old lady looked pleased, and when he told her something else she laid her knitting down deliberately, walked over to him, took his face between her hands and looked into his eyes. “If you do it,” she said, “you’re a regular— Well, we’ll wait and see.” Then she kissed him. “What are you reading?” asked Annie one evening. r -. “A very interesting book,” answered Fred, gravely. She looked over his shoulder. “The cook book?” “Why not?” “Don’t I feed you enough? Are you hungry?” “I have enough to eat, but I want to learn to cook. Will you teach me?” Annie laughed. “Get a few more who want to learn, and I’ll start a cooking school.” Fred looked serious. “I’m not joking,” he said. “Please take me seriously for once. Will you teach me to cook?”

"What do you want to cook lorr “I have a feeling that perhaps I am a born cook. Who knows but what I may be the genius of the family? Think of the salary a French chef gets, and do not, I beg of you, refuse to give me my first lesson.” “If you are in earnest, you can come and mix up the bread,” and Annie whisked off her apron and held it out to him. Fred sprang to hi$ feet and caught the apron from her hand. “Why don’t you have the strings longer?” 4 ‘They are long enough for me. Here! —I’ll pin it with two pins.” Fred brought a rocking-chair from the sitting-room, and made Annie sit in it. “Now, tell me everything to do.” Fred took great pride in that bread, for it turned out well, and after that he insisted on making all the bread. His success was not so good with other things. When Annie gave him minute directions he got along all right, but when he tried to go alone he met with mishaps. * • Fred kept his temper, and studied the cook book diligently. Sometimes he would take his perplexities to Aunt Millie. “Say, Aunt Millie! I made an oldfashioned johnnycake this morning, and when I tried to turn it over it all fell to pieces; what made it do that?” “Did the water boil when you put it into the meal?” “Not quite.” “That is what’s the matter.” Then the next time he saw her he would, say: “1 had the water boiling this tiine, and the johnnycake was A number one.” Fred did not devote all his energies to the art of cooking. He worked with his father a part of tne time, and Annie noticed, with surprise and pleasure, how well they got along together. One evening in July, Fred said to Annie: .“How long is it since you, have been to see Mary Slocum?” Mary Slocum was one of Annie’s friends, 'who lived in the next town. “I have not been there to stay any tor two years.” “Haven’t you got a standing invitation to go there and stop a month?” • “Yes, but—” “Then writs to her this very night

mud tell her yon are coming next Friday to spend a week with her.” “How can I leave?” “Father and 1 will be glad to be rid of yon for a week,” he said, jokingly. “I can cook—yon admit that my bread is better than yours. We shall get along all right.” The end of it was that she went and had a good time. “But they know so much,” she confided to Fred. “I felt as though I didn’t know a thing, and Mary does splendidly with her school.” They were washing dishes, and Fred carried a dish away, and in the seclusion of the pantry laughed softly and said to himself: “Just what 1 wanted.” “Let's take a walk,” Fred said, after the dishes were finished. It was a beautiful moonlight evening, and they walked along for some distance in silence. They climbed a big bowlder and sat down. “You see that building over there?” began Fred. “The schoolhouse? Yes.” « “You know how hard it is to get a teacher who will stay more than one term?” “Yes. it is so lonesome.” “Exactly. Well, before many more years have passed you are going to be the teacher of that school.” “Why, Fred! What do you mean?” “Just what I say, my dear.” “How in the world—” “Now, Annie, don’t you say one word. Remember I am the oldest, and yon have got to do just as I say.” “You are a rather remarkable girl, and I want you to live up to your reputation by keeping perfectly silent while I explain. In two weeks examination papers will come, and if you pass the examination—and you must— you will go to the city and study to be a teacher. You will board where Will and Joe do, and they will look out for you. Your vacations will be spent at home here, and if you are very anxious, I’ll let you do so some of the work then.” “But, Fred! how can I go? It will be worse than for you to go.” “There is no question about it,” said Fred, firmly. “You are going. And now this next fortnight you must study hard. I’ll help you what I can.” “But the money?” “Never mind about the money—that’s all fixed.” There was silence for a moment. “Now say you are pleased.” But Annie could not speak just then. —Susan B. Robins, in American Agriculturist.

HIS FIRST OF THE KIND. A Hunter* Tolls How He Got His Initial Rhinoceros. A hunter in Africa tells how he shot his first rhinoceros near Kilima-Njaro. He crawled along- the grass till within fifty yards of the big beast. “Then,” he says, “I raised my head, saw that some twenty yards farther on there was a tuft of slightly longer grass, and determined to get up to this before firing. However, just before we reached it some half dozen birds came from the direction of the other two rhinos and settled on our cow’s back, but we eventually succeeded in reaching the tuft. The difficulty now was to get into a sitting position and ready to shoot without being seen by the birds. To do this I worked my legs toward the rhino as 1 lay on my side and gradually raised myself into a sitting position, but at that instant the birds saw me and flew up with their usual cry of alarm. At the same moment the rhino raised herself on her forelegs like a huge pig, and I then realized that 1 was nearer than I intended to get — only about twenty yards separating us—but she did not appear to see me. As she remained sitting in this position, without moving my body, which 1 knew might attract attention, 1 stretched out my arm behind me for the four-bore, but did not feel it at first, and thought that for once my faithful Ramazan had received rather a shock to his nerves on finding himself at such close quarters. However, he put it in my hand at last, after a delay of perhaps two seconds, which appeared to me much longer, and I quickly planted a bullet on the point of her left shoulder, which knocked her over. Reloading before I moved, I saw she was still down, but making desperate efforts to get up; but as she was lying on her left side, with her broken shoulder under her, she was unable to do so, and I ran up and dispatched her with a shot in the neck.”—Chicago Times. /I

TURNING THE TABLES. The Negro Met the Lawyer on His Own Ground. A Kentucky lawyer was standing on the steps of the Covington post office the other day, when an old colored man came up, and, touching his hat, asked: “Kin you tell me, is dis de place where dey sells postage stamps?” “Yes, sir; this is the place,” replied the lawyer, seeing a chance for a little quiet fun; “but what do you want with pegtage stamps, uncle?” “To mail a letter, sah, of course.” “Well,then, you needn’t bother about stamps; you don’t have to put any on this week.” “I don’t?” “No, sir.” “Why—for not?” “Well, you see, the conglomeration of the hypothenuse has differentiated the parallelogram so much that the consanguinity don’t emulate the ordinary effervescence, and so the government has decided to send letters free.” The old man took off his hat dubiously, shook his head, and then, with a long breath, remarked: “Well, boss, all dat may be true, an* I don’t say it an’t, but just s’posen dat de eekcentricity of the aggregation transubstantuates de ignominiousness of de puppindickeler and sublimitea de puspicuity of de consequences—don’t you qualificate dat de government would confiscate dat dare letter? I guess I’d jest better put some stamps on anyhow, fer luck!” And the old man passed solemnly down the street.—Chicago Times.

REED'S ROTTEN RANT. Tkt Cz-Cntt'i Glrmtory Id«M on th« 80m QoMtion. When a man gets the presidential bee in his bonnet its buzzing interferes with and prevents that clear conception of cause and effect and of conditions which should distinguish an aspirant for so exalted a station; and it also affects in a singular manner the optic nerves, causing them to present to the active brain a. distorted picture of things and their relations. It is only on this theory that one may account for this aberrancy so conspicuous in so many of these ambitious patriots. We might cite distinguished instances of thir from our history, but the presec*Vt<Ach enough, and we need not point to any other than Mr. McKinley, who insists that the foreigner pays the tax; to Mr. Bland, who insists that as Adam dragged humanity down with him into sin, so silver has pulled the values of everything down with it in its demonetization. But equally prominent with any in the present or the past who have had the wheels in their heads set in motion by the busy presidential bee, none is more, few so conspicuous as Hon. Thomas Brackett Reed, of Maine. Mr. Reed is a stanch protectionist, one of those who laughed scornfully at the reciprocity dodge of Mr. Blaine as a delivery to the enemy of the keys to the gates of the fortress of protection. But Mr. Reed sees that Mr. McKinley has a dead cinch on the single question of protection; that there is a decidedly silver lining to the clouds lowering over his party; and he fancies if he can couple silver and protection and reciprocity he will have three trumps in

ms nana to Mcivimej s one. po we hare him in his noted interview boldly 0000000107 a new policy, in which he proposes to drive protection, silver and free trade tandem. They are kittle cattle, and we shall watfch with interest Mr. Reed’s handling of the ribbons over his wild team. Bat there are some fallacies in Mr. Reed’s statements that are too plain to be hidden under any gauze of rhetoric he may have at command. One of these is the effect of the demonetization of silver on the exports of the silver -using nations. They have been vastly stimulated by crafty merchantmen, who bought silver bullion at its market valve, took it to those countries, converted it into coin and bought produce with the coin at its face value, making a profit which they either pocketed or shared with the consumer in a reduced price. This was not an original discovery of Mr. Reed’s; we remember that Senator Davis made something of the same statement in his opening speech at Crookston in the campaign of 1890, but which he did not again repeat, because his fellow campaigner, Gov. Merriam, told him, after the speech, that it was dashed nonsense. 9 If this is a true faet, as the boys say, with a nice discrimination, we might confidently look to the trade returns of these countries to find confirmation of it in the increased imports of silver, the decreased imports of gold and a great increase of imports of merchandise and exports of produce. As India is the great silver consumer of the silver nations, we might expect to see its effects there most marked. For the eleven months ending with February, 1893. the latest return at hand, her imports of merchandise, stated in tens of rupees, of the nominal value of $3.66. amounted to 56,933,993, and for the same period in ’94 they were 67,403,097, a gain of less than 11,000,000. The total value of her exports of merchandise during the same periods were 90.468,044 and 91,522,006 respectively, showing a gain of a little over 1,000,000 in ’94. The imports of*gold into India were 1,484,110 tens of rupees in the eleven months ending with February, 1893, against 2,908,956 for the same period in 1894, showing a gain of 100 per cent, in the latter term. The inflow of silver, which should show a large increase if Mr. Reed’s conjecture is accurate, shows a hardly perceptible increase in the periods compared, the imports being 14,090,384 tens of rupees in the first and 14,219,024 in the second term, a gain of less than 10 per cent., while, as noted, gold imports increased 100 per

cent. Thus, accepting1 Mr. Reed’s own test, we find his statement contradicted by the facts. We hare not the figures at hand for the silver countries south of us, but have no doubt they show the same proportions. Whatever oi increase there is in exports, especially of grain, is due, not to Mr. Reed’s absurd cause, but to the development of the agricultural resources of those countries, stimulated by our own policy of obstructing the exchanges of the consuming nations with ourselves Mr. Reed’s new hobby may have wind and music enough to carry him through the next national convention, but it will break down before it reaches the federal capital.—St. Paul Globe. M’KINLEYISM AND TRUSTS. Significant Fact* Brought to Light la tho Sugar Squabble. The head of the sugar trust frankly told the senate investigating committee that the trust contributed, as its books would show, to democratic campaign funds in democratic states, and to republican campaign funds in republican states. It did not contribute to the funds of the minority party in any state. The trust had no politics but the politics of “business.” It did not contribute to promote the success of any party or its principles, but it did contribute to promote the interests of the trust. That was the politics of “business.” It was after the publication of this precious testimony of the boss of the trust *hat the McKinley organs repeated the stale falsehood that the pending tariff bill favored “the octopus sugar trust because its members are democrats who donate freely to the campaign reads of that party.” The organs assume th£t their readers read their editorials but do not read their news dispatches from Washington. After H. (X Havemeyer, Mr. Searles, another conspicuous member of the

trust, appeared as a witness before the committee, and in the course of his examination the following colloquy shed light on an important point: Sens tor Alien—You may state briefly what difference, la your judgment, there is between the McKinley net and the pending act as the senate proposes to amend it, or has amended it. to the American Sugar Refining company; which is the better act for you? f Mr. Searles—The McKinley bill; by far. ' Senator Allen—How much? » Mr. Searlea—I think one-half. That is what 1 think. The protection in the margin to the refiner in the proposed schedule is not over onehalf of what it is hs the McKinley bill. . How did it come to pass that the McKinley tariff was made better “by far” for the sugar trust than the senate schedule is? Was it because the members of the trust are republicans “who donate freely to the campaign funds of that party?” In illustrating the manner in which the trust practiced the politics of business, H. 0. Havemeyer mentioned Massachusetts as a republican state. Neither he nor his brother Theodore, who testified later, would give particulars, but it is an unavoidable inference from their general statements that the trust contributed to republican campaign funds in states where the investment wofild be busii nesslike, such as Ohio i|nd Illinois. | And from the testimony of Mr. Searles I it is to be inferred that the McKinley i congress was paying a political debt when it made a sugar schedule “by far” more favorable to the trust than the senate schedule is. There was a nice little, speculation in the McKinley sugar tariff. The bill at first gave the trust protection to the extent of 5 per cent. April 15, 1890, this was changed to 40 cents per hundred pounds. ‘ The next day there was lively trading in the trost certifi- | cates, and the price continued to adj vance for five weeks, or until the bill passed the house, with a protection of 50 and a possible 60 cents per hundred pounds. The stock exchange reports show that the total advance was SI points, or $15,500,0000 on the $50,000,000 of certificates then existing. These facts would seem to indicate that the republican statesmen owed a considerable political debt to the trust, or that they were extremely liberal in making payment from the pockets of consumers. The same facts suggest the possibility of successful speculation'by representatives and senators— speculation upon the certainty of their own action, with the aid of certain persons who know how to make themselves useful by “carrying” stocks for other people. * And the moral of the whole story is that tariff protection is a thoroughly corrupt and rotten business.—Chicago Herald.

COMMENTS OF THE PRESS. -Republican platforms are devoted principally to the abuse of democratic principals. Well, the democrats can stand it so long as nothing better then republican jobbery is offered as a substitute.—Kansas City Times. -It is by no means a sure thing that Harrison, Reed and McKinley will divide the national republican convention between them. While they are interfering and jockeying some wellmanaged dark horse is very liable to gallop around the whole precious trio of leaders.—Detroit Free Press. -U nfortunately for those who toil and for the nation at large, the system of protection established in this country has not extended to labor. The fruits of the high tariff have gone to the favored beneficiaries who have amassed millions at the expense of the masses. Labor has been imported free of duty and without let or hindrance. It is the undesirable element thus introduced that is largely responsible for the outbreaks which disgrace the country and work harm to the cause of those who are struggling towards the more favored position which is theirs by every considerapon of right and justice.—Detroit Frefe Press. -The \ Ohio republicans^ in their platform “demand such projection for shefp husbandry as will secure fair prices for wool.” The Ohio republicans should be more specific. What is “such protection for sheep husbandry as will secure fair prices for wool?” Where is it found and how is it got? Under the protection whieh the McKinley act gives sheep husbandry, as under all protection given by the republicans to sheep husbandry, the prices for wool have been getting lower and lower, until they have reached their present beautifully “fair” figures.—Louisville Cou-rier-Journal.

——me iaets aooui ine sugar trust which are coming to light constitute the truth about all trusts and corporations which ask for ‘‘protection.” Emboldened bjr the success of so many years, this system of robbery of the American people boldly flaunts its shame in open day and stalks into the public places and the higfr^huncils of the nation with startling effrontery. So hardened has “protection” become by what it has fed upon that it is entirely bereft of moral sense and enters the United States senate bearing bribes with hardly any sense or consciousness of impropriety.-^-Indianap-olis News. -We do not recall in human history an experiment more completely tried, and of which the results are plainer, than our protection experiment, except that of absolute monarchy in France, and it has produced almost as great moral chaos. The country is full of the anti-social, anarchical and crazy ideas of the power of gorernment which preceded the French revolution, and they have grown out of the thirty years of protection as plainly as the French ones grew out of the fifty years of licentious despotism. Not the least diverting part of the prevailing folly is the high-tariff attempt to fasten the responsibility of it all on the free traders, as if it was not the function of a tariff to silence and rout free traders by a display of its own beneficence. The number of theories which in practice would make the world happy if the wicked would only cease from troubling is immense. But how to muzzle the wicked is a chief part of the problem of reform.—N. T. Posh

USEFUL AND SUGGESTIVE. —Battered Toast.—Slice the bread) evenly and toast to a light brown, but* ter and serve while hot. —Ohio Farmer. Cocoanut Pie.—This may be made from dessicated or the freshly-grated cocoanut as sails one’s convenience. Beat to a cream three-quarter pound sugar with sis ounces butter. Add one-half pound grated cocoanut, the whites of five eggs beaten stiff and one teaspoonful grated nutmeg. Bake in a rich undercrust to a delicate brown.— Orange Judd Farmer. —Broiled Swordfish.—This is a very rich fish. Wipe slices of the fish and season with salt and pepper, then broil ten to twelve minutes. Serve with horse-radish sauce. Cream one-third cupful of butter with a wooden spoon, add a tablespoonful of grated horseraddish, one-half teaspoonful of made mustard, a saltspoon of salt, and two tablespoonfuls of hot vinegar.—Christian Inquirer. —Spinach.—Pick all the stalks off of two pounds of spinach, wash it well in several waters, and place it in a saucepan; add no more water. Boil the spinach till quite tender; then rub it through a wire sieve. Return it to the sauce-pan, with two ounces of butter „ and, if you have it, a little cream. Season with pepper and salt, then serve ■ with fried croutons of bread rounds.— Woman's Home Journal. —Fried Tomatoes.—Peal tomatoes and cut crosswise in large slices, salt and pepper, dip each slice into wheat flour, then into beaten egg, and fry at once in hot lard; serve hot. Lard is better to fry any vegetable in, as butter burns so easily. A cup of milk is sometimes boiled, thickened with flour, and a lump of butter added, and poured over them, but are delicious alone.— Farm, Field and Fireside.

-VUUJ XNUU.-X Ub VUC tup VA rite into a double boiler with one cup of milk. Cook slowly until the rice has absorbed the milk, then stir. Add the yolks of four eggs- a teaspoonful of salt, Jtwo teaspoonfuls of curry powder, a teaspoonful of onion juice and a piece of butter the size of a walnut. Mix all well together over the fire and turn out to cool. When cold form into small balls about the size of a walnut. Dip in egg and then in fine bntl crumbs and fry in smoking-hot fat> This makes a nice garnish for fried chicken with cream sauce.—Boston Budget. —Anchovy Toast-—Take two anchovies for each round of bread three inches in diameter, free them from oil, split them open, take out the backbone, and press through a sieve. Add to this the beaten yolks of two eggs for every dozen anchovies—that is, for every six portions of toast. Have ready this number of slices of bread fried a golden brown in hot butter, and put them on a very hot, covered dish. Set a small sauce-pan containing a teaspoon- T ful of butter into a larger vessel of boiling water; add the fish pulp and beaten eggs, and stir until it thickens; pour over the boast and serve at once. —Country Gentleman. —Excellent little nut cakes are made by creaming one-half cupful of butter with a cup and a half of fine granulated sugar. Beat the yolks of two eggs until light, add to the butter and sugar, then add three-fourths of a cupful of sweet milk. Froth the whites of the eggs, and add them to the batter, together with two cupfuls of flour sifted before measuring. Add the whites of the eggs and the flour alternately. When light and smooth, add a cupful of -hickory-nut meats, chopped and floured. Add two teaspoonfuls of baking-powder the last thing, mix and bake at once in a moderate oven. Have the tins well greased. ' —N. Y. Post. FASHION NOTES.

Hints and Soffgestlons Both Timdj and Up to Date. The craze for a revival of old-time fancies extends to names as well as things, and the present pet in Paris is the “Maid of Orleans.” There are Jeanne d’Arc hats, Orleans shoes and gloves, and the heroic maiden’s suit of armor has been represented in a toilet of gray silk trimmed with steel spangles. - ' t - Chatelaines hung with all sorts of jingling trinkets, such as miniature flasks, salt bottles, seals, and pencils are to be worn again. Bridesmaids’ dresses of sheer plain muslin, made over silk and trimmed with lace inserting put in perpendicularly, and deep frillings of lace, are pretty for June weddings. With these are worn large, girlish straw hats. Another fancy isto have the bridesmaids wear differeiWr colors. Graceful sashes are made by a double band of ribbon passed around the waist and fastened at the back beneath two rosettes, with long ends reaching to the hem. Fancy side combs of tortoise shell or gold, set with diamonds, are worn to keep the hair in place. ' A pretty fancy for gray hair is an upstanding comb of jet, which extends down at the side of the head, graduating into the heir. Belts of some description are an indispensable article of summer attire, and they may be of ribbon, velvet or leather. A new fancy resembles chain armor in miniature, and consists of beads and paHettes overlapping each other, and sewn on elastic cloth. Fancy buckles and clasps fasten the belts in front, and these come in every possible variety to suit every purse. The most durable ones, which are nice and inexpensive, too, are of solid silver. A novel way of giving » dash of style to a plain covert coat is to introduce a wide white duck collar and re vers, which are made to button on and taka off at will. White trimmings are universally worn, and white kid is introduced with guipure in many of the embroideries. Evening ties for gentlemen suggest the proximity of feminine fingers, and look like women’s butterfly bows. Ribbons vie with laces for the favorite place among dress trimmings, and all kinds of plain and fancy rihhQQA ua used on dresses.—N. Y. Sun*