Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 26, Number 31, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 25 January 1896 — Page 4

... .NIGHT AND MORNING. Hw^hadows lay in purple folds The dew hung heavy on the trees: ®»e birds were sleeping in their nests,

Booked by the early morning breeze. All nature wrapped in silent sleep, The world lay peacefully at rest, Ko sound to break the holy calm,

An hour ofpeace, supremely blest.

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Then through the dreamy stillness cams The twitter of some tiny bird, And in a moment sounds of lifa

From a thousand throats were heard. There came a chime of distant bells, The shadows rolled like mists away, sm A soft gray light stole o'er the sky,

And night lay at the feet of day. —American Woman's Journal. ¥f IV cf

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ip A PAESOFS STORY.

was while I was Vicar of St. Chad's, Manchester, that the most trying and painful episode of my life ooourred, and there are times even now when I shudder to think of the anguish my dear dead wife And myself were called upon to undergo. t)ne morning a shabby young fellow, who looked a typloal ne'er do well, oalled on ie to beg. I had great difficulty in reoog-

Ing him as Ronald Emmerton, the only fon of a wealthy oorn factor who had been

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ie of my churchwardens at Weymouth. questioning him I found that he had squandered his wealth by the'most riotous living and for the last two years had been earning a precarious living as hanger on at race courses and professional tipster, and, I fear, at other employments more ahady still. I did all I oould for him, for his father's sake—found him respectable lodgings and got a business friend of mine to take him into his offioe. But, as I feared, my friend had to dismiss him in less than a month, and I lost sight of him. What his gratitude waff like I was to know a few weeks later.

I was sitting in my study one Tuesday morning, the first week- in December, preparing a lecture I was to deliver to our literary nsooiety, when I was handed the card of a visitor who wished to see me. The Came was "Mr. L. Pridson," and for the moment I oould not recall any such person to my mind. But when he was shown in I instantly recognized him as the cashier of the Manchester City bank. He was a portly and rather pompous man, but now he looked decidedly nervous. "Good morning, Mr. Pridson," I said. "A wretched morning, is it not? Take a •eat, please."

He sat down, but made no response to my greeting, and I waited for him to speak. "Mr. Adamson," he said, "I have called upon very unpleasant business. It will be a great relief to us all if you can clear yourself, sir." "Clear myself I Why, Mr. Pridson, What do you mean?" "On the afternoon of the 8d of November, Mr. Adamson, you came to the bank and requested us to cash a cheok for £750, drawn in your favor and signed by Sir James Garel. This morning the cheok was returned .by Sir James with the Intimation that it was a forgery. On minutely examining the signature this morning we found that, though a olever imitation, Sir James was right. You will admit this if a serious business, sir." "Very serious," I said, "but it does not concern me. I simply know nothing about the cheok." "Mr. A damson!'' he exclaimed, with severity. "Mr. Pridson!" I said, a little heated.

He shook his head impatiently. "Mr. Adamson, about 3:45 on the afternoon of Nov. 8 you came to the bank muffled up, on account of che fog, you said, and young Biddell attended to you. You produced this check, which you had indorsed, and asked .him to cash it. Siddell brought the oheck to me, and I came and spoke to you.

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A large amount, Mr. Adamson,' I said. 'Yos,' you replied 'it represents Sir James' princely generosity to our restoration and poor funds. I will take the £750 in £50 or £100 notes and the odd £50 in gold.' Of course, under the circumstances, 1 never questioned the genuineness of the oheok nor your representations. In the ordinary course of business the oheck came before Sir James yesterday, and this morning it was returned to us, as I have said. Thor* is no doubt it is a forgery."

I saw that therohad been roguery somewhere, and that I was in an unpleasant position, but my conscience was quite clear. "Mr. Pridson," I said, "you are under a delusion. I never had a check of Sir Jamos Garel's, and I never brought it to the bank to cash it. I have never seen such a cheok from first to last."

He took the document from his pocketbook and held it between his fingers. It pained me to see that he would not trust it into my hands. "Here is the check, and," turning it over, "is not that your signature?"

I scrutinized it closely. "It certainly looks like It, but it is a forgery. I know nothing about that oheck, I toll you once again." "Mr. Adamson," be said solemnly, "I make one last appeal to you. With my own hands I handed the money over to you. For your own sake confess that you were tempted and fell. Sir James will be merciful, and I can answer for our directors. In fact, I am empowered to say so." "Mr. Pridson, you mean to bo kind, I am sure," I said, speaking steadily, though my llrabs trembled, "but your oppeal Is an insult-." "You know what it will mean—prosecution. Think again of your position, your wife." "I have told you the truth," I replied, and he left, truly sorry for me, I believe.

I called my wife in and as gently as I oould told her the whole business. I knew what a terrible thing it was for her, but, thank God, she has ever shown the noblest oottrage and sublimes* faith in the worst extremities. "What shall you do, my dear?" she asked. "In nil probability I shall be arrested shortly. I am going to see Fells at onoe." "God help you, my dear," she said simply as I kissed her.

Mr. Fells was one of the best known solicitors in Manchester, and a man I was proud to call a personal friend. I found him in his office and told him the whole story.

Ho looked at me keenly when I had done, then said, "It may be an insult, Adamson, but I ask you as a legal adviser, Do you know anything about this check?" "Nothing," I said. "Thank you. Then, of oourse, it is a double forgery —your name and Sir JftDKSB'e "But Pridson persists it was I he saw." "Or a counterfeit of you. Depend upon It, it was not the work of a fool. We must find him, and you must prove whero you were at that hour. Come, I'll walk home with you."

We were a few yards from my own door when a cob drove up and two plain clothes constables'got out and arrested me. Fells aooompanied me to lhe poHoo station and then left me to see roy wiff, And thus.

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for the first time in my life, I was a pris oner. Fells oanie to soo mo early the next morning. "It's known all over the plaoe, Adamson, and your parishioners are mightily Indignant. I have set Lester, tho private detective, 1jo work, and he's a good man, I well know. Now, where were you that afternoon?" "I haven't the least idea. I have been racking my brains the best part of the night, but all to no purpose."

Fells was greatly disappointed. You must find out," he said "muoh depends on it. Mrs. Adamson and myself have

Searched

your diary and engagement book,

ut there are only two entries that week. However, it will come to you later, I hope."

It was a trying ordeal to .stand in tho dook and see in the crowded court many that I knew. Some of them nodded kindly to me as I entered, but when they had heard the evidenoe I saw trouble and perplexity on their faces. I did not wonder at or resent their changed expression—the evidenoe was certainly strong. "Poor, dear gentleman," said most of them, "trouble must have unMnged his brain, or he couldn't have done re.'' There were a few, however, Who passionately deolared their complete belief in my innooenoe. "Have any of the notes been traoed?" asked the stipendiary. "No, sir," said the prosecuting solicitor, "though we hope to do so. I am instructed to ask:for a remand, when further evidenoe will be forthcoming." "I do not oppose that," said Fells, "but of 'oourse you will grant bail, your worship? My client is innocent and himself a~viotim of the fraud." "I'cannot at present, Mr. Fells," said the magistrate curtly. "I remand the accused until next Tuesday."

When I was again before the magistrate, the first witness was a hotel clerk from Liverpool. He recolleoted a olergyman staying at the hotel on Nov. 4, and the manager cashed him a £100 note, which Mr. iPridson swore was one of those he had1 paid me. The olerk professed to identify me and said I told him I was going to Ireland. The police, through the prosecuting solicitor, were again applying for a remand to trace my alleged movements in Liverpool when a woman caused a disturbance by trying to push into the court. "Let me go, yo' fool!" she said to the policeman at the door. "I'm a witness, I tell yo'. I know a lot."

She got in at last, a stout, dirty, panting woman, with a shawl round her head, "followed by a stunted old woman who looked rather scared. "Yo' wasshup!" she began. "What do you want, woman?" asked the magistrate severely. "I'm a witness, yo' wasshup. Let me git in the witness box there, and I'll tell yo'. It's none him," pointing to me. "It oouldna be him. But I'll tell yo'."

After a little demur the woman was sworn. Who she was I could not at that moment conceive. "My name's Sarah Edmunds, and I'm a widder. No. 23 Little Em'ly street," she began. "That day, Nov. 3, my man had a fit, and the dootor said he'd dee before the day were out. He wanted badly to see a passon, and I humored him and went to fetch Mr. Adamson theer, and he come at once. It were about 2 o'olock, a nasty, misty day, too, I remember. Well, he went with me, and rare and nice he were to Jacob. He set by him and read the Bible and prayed for him very nicely. Jacob towd him what a bad lot he'd been, but it didna make any difference. Passon theer prayed for him same as if he'd been gentry. And he stopped with him till he deed at ten minutes past 6, and he gave me 5 shillin's toward the burying. Betsy, here, who lives next door, bought a newspaper and lent it to me, and last night I read about this business, and I says, 'Law, Betsy, it's the passon as coom to Jacob!' And I read a bit farther, arid seed the robbery was done on the very same day he were with Jacob. So I knowed it couldna be him, and I thowt what a fool he were not to tell yo' where he were, and so I como to tell yo' myself. Yo' can let him go, yo' wasshup. Yo've got the wrong horse this time."

No sooner had the woman begun speaking than the whole incident came back to mo. If 1 had only remembered it at first, what trouble I might have been spared.

Tho ope® !g solicitor was suspicious. "How (ft remember it was the same day, Mrs. Ec» unds?" he asked. "Why," she said, "don't yo' think I know tho day when my Jacob deed? It was tho 8d of November, at ten minutes past 6. And here's Betsy Snill, who seed passon theer, to speak, and I could bring two or three more.''

There was a good deal of muttered conversation between the magistrate, Fells and his opponent, and at last I was remanded again on nominal bail. "Considering all the extraordinary features of the case, the woman's story ought to be strictly investigated,'' tho stipendiary said.

But three days later all doubts were sot at rost by a letter received by the chief constable from Philadelphia. The writer confessed to having, with the aid of an accomplice, forgod the check, which the accomplice, disguised as myself, had cashed. "It was a very simple and easy job," the scoundrel airily remarkod. "No doubt you can clear yourself," he went on, "but I thought It just as well to write, as perhaps I-might got into trouble." The letter was signed "Ronald Emmerton."— London ^Fit-Bits.

Where the Pins Go.

An old gentleman in the north of London has recently been making a series of Interesting experiments with a view to finding a solution to the question often asked, "What becomes of the countless myriads of pins, etc., that are annually lost?" As he expected, he finds that it is the disintegrating effect of the air which resolves even these intractable little instruments into their elements.

Ho put some hundreds Of brass and steel pins, needles, hairpins, etc., in a quiet oorner of his garden, where they would be subject to all the destructive agencies of dampness, earth, wind, eto., although secure from the predatory hands and disturbing feet of Inquisitive intruders. The results are curious.

Ordinary hairpins wore the first—taking 154 days on an average—to oxidize into a brownish rust (ferrus oxide), which was asattered by the wind as it was formed, and not a trace of a single one oould be detected at the end of seven months. Common bright pins took as long as 18 months before their combustion was oomplete, but brass ones had been entirely turned into green verdigris long before that.—Chicago Globe.

Mixed.

Bueby—Didn't Wiggins forget his lines at the amateur theatricals last evening? Baxter—No be only got them mixed up a little. Instead of saying, "I bear the tramp of approaching footsteps," be said, "I bear tho footsteps of approaching iammp®."—Piok Me Up.

WELL WORTH TELLING.

A WELL-KNOWN SENATOR TELLS A REMARKABLE STORY.

No Possible Doubt As to It* Absolute Truth-From the High Standing of the Senator—Higher tlie Position, More Interesting the Facts—Our Readers Eager for Just Such Details,

Senator Frank Plumley, of Northfield, Vt., is a man of national reputation. No man to-day stands more prominently before the people of the State of Vermont than he.

A lawyer by profession, he was elected to the House of Representatives in 1882, is Trustee of Schools, Trustee of Northfleld Bank, and Trustee of Norwich University (a Military School under patronage of the U. S. Government), has been Trustee of the Montpelier Seminary, Chairman of the Republican State Convention 1886, Delegate at large to the Republican National Convention in 1888, was United States Attorneyfor Vermont 1889 to 1894, and is now State Sen tor.

Senator Plumley is well-known throughout the United States, having been selected by the National Republican Committee as speaker to stump the State of Miobigau for Blaine in 1884, and again in 1888 and 1892 he spoke through «the West for the Republican presidential candidate.

When he came out of the presidential campaign in '92, owing to overwork he was almost a oomplete nervous wreck.

To our representative the Senator said: "In the fall of 18921 came, out of the presidential campaign W^th iny nervous system almost broken. *, "Rest and ordinary remedies 'did not assist me. Some of my personal friends advised me to take a course of Dr. Greene's medicines, which I did.with entire success. "I use Dr. Greene's Nervura blood and nerve remedy for that exhaustion caused by long continued mental work, and think well of it."

We understand that Senator Plumley's cure is radical and complete, and while we congratulate the popular Senator on his recovery, we cannot but add that this is a distinct triumph for that marvel ous medicine, Dr. Greene's Nervura blood and nerve remedy, which, owing to the high standing of Senator Plumley, and the fact that he is so widely known, will give Dr. Greene's Nervura a great boom.

The remedy deserves it, for it is in truth a most wonderful curer of disease, a restorative and invigorator which stands at the present day withouta rival in making people well a remedy which is always sure to cure, to give health and strength, to make whoever uses it strong and vigorous.

This most valuable remedy is not a patent medicine and should not be classed as such, for it is the discovery and prescription of one of our leading specialists in nervous and chronic diseases, Dr. Greene of 35 West 14th street, New York City. The doctor gives an added value to his great remedy by allowing all who desire to consult him without charge, either in Mroggt

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Emma.M. Hooper contributes an ticle in Ladies' Home Journal upon "Dressing the Neck Becomingly" and asserts that the success of a toilet depends upon the neckwear. .She described a number of collar effects and has to say of the "handkerchief style," very popular just now: "The handkerchief collars consist of a double straight band of batiste or fine lawn, with four corners sewed on the top and turned over on the outside, leaving a division at the center, back and front. The corners are of batiste tucked on the edge, plain in the center, with a row of valenoiennes lace inlaid between. The four oorners of a fine openwork handkerchief could be taken for this purpose. Sometimes a band of ribbon is fitted around the lawn band and tied in a bow at the back. Otherwise the band is worn inside of a high dress collar, with the points falling outside over the edges of the collar."

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Dr. Ella Prentiss Upham of Aabtny Park has been appointed one of the medioal examiners of the Covenant Mutual Benefit" asswiatiuu" of dJaleaburg, Ills. She is said to be the first homeopathic woman physiciaft eve* appointed to such a position. Dr. Upham Is a graduate of the Woman's Medial college of Philadelphia, class of '86, and has followed he* with a large and constantly increasing practice. She is one of the ztitttt sooeasful pbylicians in Asbury Park and Ooean Grove. In addition to i^er duties, she is president of the Monmouth Oonnty W. 8. A.

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Women Poets.

Why is it that our lady poets are so apt to write as if they were men? Have they a better insight, into the emotions of the manly bosom'i Or does the masculine figure seem to them more pioiuresque? It is queer, but the fact is that they all appear as if disposed to play the part of strength and passion rather than (hat of sweetness and grace. Here, for instance, is one of the cleverest among them, Miss Madeline S. Bridges, discoursing on the great theme of the poetic fancy in a neat but rather anthropological style:

I read her little letter over,. ., Unstudied, courteous, friendly, wise No hint of hope to choco- her lover,

No tender word to glad hia eyes,1 No vaguest sign nor Indication Of even discreet and mild flirtation.

Yefi, oh, I kiss the scented missive As I would kiss her, could I hold her. As I hold it, mute and submissive,

And heart beats higfh and hope grows bolder. Her written words I skim unheeding 'TIb what she doesn't say I'm reading. In these lines there is nothing to object to, either in point ot sentiment or of artistic construction. But why, ah, why do the women poets like so desperately to write as if they were entitled to wear the dress of man and to figure as lovers of other women?—New York Sun.

A Curious Religious Colony. In the central part of Texas is located the town of Belton, where there is a curious religious colony of women known as the "Sanctified Sisters." The chief prerequisites to membership in this community area life of celibacy, a common property and an isolated existence. The original leader of this curious band is Mrs. Martha MoWbirter, a woman of indomitable will. When she conceived the idea of this colony, she was happy with her husband and. 12 children, against whoae united protest she persisted in founding the society. This was 19 years ago, since whiolr time .the society •has steadily grown in numbers and wealth, chiefly through the efforts of Mrs. MoWhirter, whose executive and business ability are indicated by the fact that at present she is a member of the board of trade and a director of the opera house syndicate of Belton. The membership, which is now 82, includes several women who formerly occupied excellent positions in the social world.

Lucella E. Wllllanwupp

Miss Lucelia E. Williams, tins founder of Hampton institute, died recently in South Deerfield, Mass. In her earlier life she was for 12 years in the employ of the American Missionary association as a teacher in the south, for one year at Washington, one year at Richmond, one year at Beaufort, S. C., and for two years at Hampton, Va. At Hampton she, with her sister, established the Hampton Industrial institution, with 15 students. The number largely increased while they had charge. This school, now known as the General Armstrong school, has greatly prospered until at present its -pupils number several hundred, and it is considered one of the best institutions for the elevation of the negro and the

Indian in the United States. Miss Williams also established the Stanton institute at Jacksonville, Fla., and with her sister, who is still living, labored there for seven years with great success. Boston Letter.

Women In Indiana.

The legal rights of women are no where in the Union more liberal than in the state of Indiana. In a recent address by a lawyer before the Woman's olub in Indianapolis these were thus formulated: "Since 1881 a married woman may hold real or personal property the same as if she were unmarried. She is now permitted to become surety or indorser for her husband, or any other person. She may carry on any trade or business and perform any labor or service on her separate account, and is entitled to ber separate earnings. Her legal condition is one of comparative freedom and independence. The polioy of the law in recent years haB been to remove her disabilities and at the same time to protect her from the machinations of those who might seek to take advantage of her inexperience and of her willingness to saorifice everything material for the sake of those she loves."

The New Woman.

Miss Susan H. Nixon, editor of The Truth Seeker, says: The new woman knows that the world moves, and she moves with it

The old woman sought her husband's intelligence. The new says, "He doesn't fcnow any more than-1." She marries for love or nothing she doesn't care for a titje she is all self satisfying with her Latin, Greek, her law, her medicine.

Woman used to faint at a drop of blood. Now they oatoh mice in their himdfiatid disWcttbetn afterward. Wdinen no lbn|& eat bbafk afcd slatepencils to keep thettf delicate Idokibgv lhstead they htild the key to tW'dbdf tof every ubiVerBity aiid oolloie fix tfiife .dr. any other land. She insists oil dtf obde of mortils for both seros. Tnjj old woman loved yon nnder all conditions' tjbjb new, one only so long as you behave yourself.

Arv Wtxmen Aibtosntot

In Tbe Woman's Magazine there is a timely article on the inherent feminine love for all aristocratic forms. The writer, Mr. William & Walsh, says:, "American women are the enemies of democraeyroot only beoaase they withdraw

f*0flb democracy some portion of the wealth which is power, but because they

confer that same wealth, that same power, upon an otherwise effete aristocracy. Not content with allying herself With foreign aristocracies, woman is fain to introduce and to enforce a psuedo aristocracy into out* own odnntry. Now. if woman is naturally end inevitably conservative in temperament, what would be the result of giving ber an increased power in affairs? What would the ballot do foa* ber and for man and for the cause Of progress which is dearest to the heart iof man?"

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-4 -v, National Hotel Reporter. /. The Times-Herald, as conducted by Mr. nonisaat, is in many respects the greatest newspaper in the United States. Its new owner and publisher is expending money with a liberal hand, and it is probably true that the payroll of The Times-Herald is to-day considerably larger than that of any other American newspaper. Mr. Kohlsaat has, in fact, secured the services of nearly all the great newspaper writers of tht day. Cornelius McAuliff, the managing editor, Is a man of pronounced ability. Moses P. Handy, who Is in charge of the editorial page, and who contributes, twice a week, some entertaining matter over his own signature. Is known from one end of the country to the other as a ready writer and brilliant journalist. Mrs. Margaret Sullivan, who is regarded as one of the best writers in this country, retains her position on the editorial staff. E. V. Smalley, who has recently returned to America from a lengthy sojourn in London, has been added to the. corps of writers on Chicago's great newspaper. Frank L. Stanton, whose poems appeal so strongly to the human heart, has a column of verses twice a week on the editorial page, and they are being widely copied. Hamlin Garland has recently become a contributor to this paper. Lyman B. Glover, so long the accomplished dramatic editor of The Herald, now contributes well written articles on various topics over his own signature. Walter Wellman, the well known Washington correspondent, is retained in the same capacity. Elwyn A. Barron, who was for so many years the dramatic critic of the Inter Ocean, is now attached to The Times-Herald, with a residence in London, and is writing some very scholarly and delightful letters from the metropolis of Great Britain. Charles Lederer, who as a cartoonist has no superior, has recently been sent to Europe by Mr. Kohlsaat, and some Illustrated articles from his pen are now appearing. Joseph Howard, Jr., a brilliant and caustic writer, long connected with the New York press, is now a regular contributor to The Times-Herald. George Alfred Townsend, the talented "Gath" of the Cincinnati Enquirer and other papers, la writing for Mr. Kohlsaat, and has recently sent some very delightful letters from eastern summer resorts. Mary Abbott is the literary critic, and also contributes entertainingly to the editorial page. Kate Field, the brilliant journalist and lecturer, has been engaged, and will shortly visit Hawaii under commission from the enterprising proprietor of this great Chicago newspaper. Other men and women of almost equal renown in the newspaper world have been secured by Mr. Kohlsaat, and It Is undoubtedly true that no other journal In this country has upon its staff so many brilliant, able and highpriced writers.

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"V^ A Decorated Heroine. ||1§|S1| Miss Emma C. Sickles, who achieved considerable reputation for the courageous part sbo played in the Indian upristeg at Pine Ridge agency in'1800, has tecofted & gold medal ftotn a society in France,* whose mott* is "To save at to perish." Mfei? Sickles was a teacher in the Indian school at Pine Ridge agency and Was well acquainted with all the Indians. When the uprising occurred in 3890, she volunteesed ber services as a jnediafcor to the war department. Secretary Proctor and General Schofield sanctioned her enterprise. She managed at great personal risk to get into the camp of the baitile Indians, and although the massacre of Wounded Knee took place |he bas always maintained that by giving General Miles timely information of the intentions subsequent to that she averted a wholesale slaughter at the agency, —yew York Tribune.

Military Duty.

It can hardly be urged much longer, •t least in England, that women should not be enfranchised because they are exempt from military duty* Miss 3. A. Gray, acting superintendent of nurses and a dame of the order of the

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VLADIVOSTOK! JJ0§§f§

An Interesting Pen Picture ot the Russian City In Siberia.

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Vladivostok has the aspect of 'an inferior Hongkong, of about a quarter the size. Hills crowned with forts rise round it up to a height of 800 feet. It lies on the south side of a peninsula 20 miles long, called Maravief Amureky, in 43 degrees 6 minutes 51 seconds north latitude, and 131 degrees 54 minutes 21 seoonds east longitude. The town is between four and five miles long, but is straggling and unconnected, and of no breadth..

streets are very steep, and

all aire horribly dusty in dry weather, being never watered, and being continually crossed in all directions by droskies driven at a smart pace. Instead of pavements the streets have "sidewalks" of planks, as commonly seen in new American cities. You take six stout planks, some 25 feet long, and lay them side by side, and you continue the process for the requisite number of yersts or miles (three versts are two miles), and the "sidewalk" is complete, save for a few props and nails where the ground is too soft, or the foundation degenerated into holes.

The droskies are driven by redheaded, snub nosed Russian izvozchiks low, glazed stovepipe hats, with very curly brims, red sleeves, plaited black skirts and high boots. In them one often sees, lolling as passengers, a couple of frowsy Ohineie or a still frowsier Korean. The fare is only 80 kopecks, or 1 shilling and 18 pence, an hour, or over half an hour, and from point to point there are tenpenny and fivepenny fares, according to distance. The regulations forbid charging more, but, with fine irony, allow the driver "to take less, if he likes." He may not leave his cab to take care of itself, may not "sing, make a noise or cause a disturbance he must temper his pace to a "town trot," and "keep to the rightband side of the road."

The troika has a dashing look the horse in the middle trots under the arched duga, whose object and effect, when properly put on, are to keep the shafts at the same distance apart. The small horses right and left are cantering,'and their bodies incline a little outward from the car. In Vladivostok are few complete triple teams generally there are only the "middle horse" trotting, and one other cantering on its near side.

The water barrel on wheels drawn by horse or bull and often driven by'a soldier is a frequent sight, carrying water up to the forts and to the upper town. A funnier horse vehicle is the sitastride, cushioned beam on which izvozchik and cloaked and spurred officer sit, with dangling legs, one behind the other, the officer behind.-—Fortnightly Review. 1

The Athletic Woman.

The athletic woman is at once the delight and the despair of the shopkeepers. She makes money for them by keeping it in circulation (as well as her blood), and she demands so many fandangled improvements that their happiness is not always of the complacent sort. I saw some evidences of this new impetus to trade and ingenuity at a store, wnere a corset about 5 or 6 inches high was in a glass case. "What is it for?" I asked. "For bicyclists, madam," answered the woman, with a glpam of sympathy for my ignorance in her eye. "But it's a mere belt," I protested. And it was. The athletic corset is diminishing in size until, I suppose, if it continues at this rate, it will very soon reach the vanishing point. One used to wear very short stays for riding horseback, but these belts—la-la-la 1 This particular one was of white coutille, embroidered with tiny rosebuds and as fairylike and frivolously feminine as any one oould wish.—New York Advertiser.

Bonnets'Coming Back.

Bonnets, I am led to believe, after quitting the field of fashion for some time past, are likely to enjoy a renewal of favor, but they will be somewhat larger than heretofore—of the Salvation Army pattern. Hardly becoming, I fancy, yet I am told that in hairy or smooth felt, with trimmings of velvet or ribbon loops or tufts of plumes, and, moreover, nicely tied under the chin With bows of old fashioned sarcenet tibbon about 6 to 7 inches broad, they are ever so quaint, and with the hair over the ears style of coiffure most advantageous to yonng and pretty faces. We can but hope that none other than ladies possessing the above mentioned gifts of Dame Nature will live up to this style of coiffure.—Paris Cor. Ixmdon Telegraph.

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