Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 27, Number 4, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 18 July 1896 — Page 3

YESTERDAY.'

H* friend, be spoke of a woman'* face It puzzled me, sod I passed to think. Be told of ber «yoa and month, the trace

Of prayer on her brow, and quick as win* 1 said: "Oh, yea, bat yon wrong her year*. She's only a child, with faiths and fears That childhood fit. I tell thee nay She was a girl art yesterday."

"The years are swift and sure. I trow," Quoth he, "yoa speak of the long ago."

Onoe I strolled in a garden spot And every flower op raised a head, Bo it teemed, for they, I wot,

Were mates of mine—each bloom and bed. Their hours for sleep, their merry mood. The lives and deaths of the whole sweet brood Were known to me it was my way To visit them but yesterday.

Bpake one red rose in a language low, "We saw you last in the long ago."

Tis the same old tale, though it comes to me By a hundred paths of pain and glee, "Till I gues* life truth at last, and know That yesterday in the long ago. —Bicbard Burton's "Dumb In June,"

AN AUTOGRAPH.

Scarcely had the postman gone out of the house, after having left the morning letters, when Jules Dupre, who was watching from his' sixth story window, descended hurriedly to the porter's office. "Any letters for me?" he asked.

The porter put on his gathered up the letters which had just come in, looked them ovei one by one and replied laconically: "None." "Thank you," said the young man, and he slowly remounted the stairs, where his friend Ann and was waiting for him.

Through economy the two young men lived in the same room. There were to be seen all their furniture, all ttjeir books aud all their papers. There were more papers than anything else, because both of them ran manuscript mills. We regret to say that while the two young men turned out a great deal of manuscript they succeeded in placing very little. Ouc& in awhile one of them would get an article inserted in one of the papers, but they scarcely made enough to live on, even by making a partnership of their assets—and liabilities. "Well?" said Armand, seeing his companion enter. "Nothing, as I told you. We shall have to wait until the end of tho month. My undo is a man who is a believer in fixed dates." 'Tho devil! Wo have five days yet to wait. Still, I would not object to breakfasting today instead of five days from now." "Wo needn't breakfast. In that way wo can save taking a cocktail." "Ob, I oould sparo that. I am as hungry as a wolf. You know we had rather alight supper yesterday." "Yes, it is true that a smoked herring for two is scarcely gluttony."

Armand, his hands in his pockets, walked up and down the room reflectively. "See heire," said he, "don't you know anybody who could loan ua a hundred francs?" "Yes, I know lots who oould, but I know no one who would."

Armand suddenly cried out, "I have an idea." "Is it a good one?" "Listen. Have you not of ton spoken to mo of an old collector of' autographs who lives in this house?' "Yea He livos on the first floor, a man named Bridoux." "What sort of a man is he?"

Well, I don't know. I have scarcely aeon him more than a oouple of times." "Suppose we try to sell him something?" "That is a good idea. It is true we have plenty of autographs, but they are mostly our own. He wants historic ones." "Are you sure that no celebrity ever wrote to us?" "I don't think so, but there is the correspondence coffer. Look through it"

Armand seated himself at the table, emptied the box upou the table and began to go through the letters. For at least half an hour he carefully turned over the sheets of paper.

Suddenly he cried out! "Eureka I I have fpund it—a letter from the Empress Marie Louise."

Feverishly ho waved in the air a yellowing sheet of paper almost out in two by the folds.

Jules looked at it. "Why, I recognise that!" said he, "It is a note from little Marie Louise, who used to be a saleswoman at the lace counter in the Louvre. I got that letter from her when I was serving my volunteer term of a year, with tho grade of corporal." "I tell you, old man* that it is from the Empress Marie Louise, and it is addressed to the great Napoleon." "Aud dated 18T8?" "1818, my dear fellow. The seven looks exactly like a one. It is after the victorious battle of JLutseu, and this is what the empress wrote: "Mt Lrmn (XmroHAt. Yo» ham won ft&oogh of lauri Ja for tho n«aini Leavn your army and eowr to rip at the Louvm, when? 1 am yawning in the roUlct of bi'.Ujw-s of forts "Maris U»r»E." "And yoa think yon can mfi that to our neighbor Bridoux? Why. yoa are Joking. It would be a swindle." "You can aid uu\ Haw wi thai fake beard that you wore at the mat* querade last year?" "Yes, I thiak it ia arouiwl somewhere. "Listen, then, and will you your rota"

In a few words Armand instructed his friend what lie bad to do, m& tiwn. patt the precious nrremmHt i« his pcHL.-.ixnokt said: "i-0 n-J forget. Knock la a quarter of an honr."

Armand repaired atooaMftthe apartment of B:* .*. The autograph collector liveu He was a man of about 60 yfasa of age. Armand looked at hire. crit .fully. "1 wish to speak to M. Bridous." "That's my name* six fa. .«.•«».—«-*»«•.«*•».»* ***-•?••*,

"I wish to see you on a serious af lair.*' "Oome in," said Bridoux.

Armand entered, and Bridoux offered him a chair. "Sir," said Armand, "I have heard of you as being one of the most erudite autograph collectors in Paris, and wish to show you something very rare— an autograph of the Empress Marie Louise."

So saying, Armand unbuttoned his coat, carefully took out his lank pocket* book, and from it took the letter, which he placed under the eyes of the autograph collector. ^Bridoux read it, mused and said: v5" It is very short. You say that those characters are from the hands of the Empress Marie Louisa Her autographs are very rare." "It is authentic. The empress ad dressed it to the great Napoleon the day after the battle of Lufrjen." "But the emperor lived at the Tuileries then." *''Certainly, sir, and that observation proves your intimate knowledge of the history of the time. But, if you will remember, during the absence of the Little Corporal, as he whirled from battlefield to battlefield, the empress was in the habit of retiring to the Louvre."

Bridoux was evidently flattered at his historical knowledge being praised, but rubbing his nose reflectively he said "How did the letter fall into your hands?" 'Oh, in the most natural manner in the world. I got the letter from my father, who got it from my grandfather. My grandfather, a soldier of the empire and a fanatic admirer of Napoleon, picked up this letter one day when it had fallen from the pocket of the great man and preserved it as a precious relic. Sir, nothing but the most urgent need would force me to sell it. But I must have 100 francs. It is for me a question of life and death. Nevertheless I beg you to believe I am patriotic, for if come to you it is because you are French and because, if you purchase it, this precious document will remain in my country. I could have had ten times the price I asked you. Just now an Englishman tried to buy it on any terms. He followed me, even dogging my steps to the door of this house."

But Bridoux evidently did not appesir in a hurry to bind tho bargain. "Iwould willingly buy it, but I wish to consult an expert first." "I regret, sir," replied Armand, "that I cannot wait." He turned cold inside as he said to himself, "This affair is going to fall through if Jules does not hurry up."

At this moment tho doorbell rang. Bridoux went to open it. Jules entered, He was unrecognizable. His hat was on the back of his head, his ooat was buttoned to tho chin, and he had on a pair of long red whiskers not unlike those which adorn the English tourists who travel arouml with those queer "personally conducted" parties.

At tho sight of this curious personage the autograph collector stared in stupefaction. "Pardonme," said the false Englishman. 'I wish to speak to the gentleman who just came into your house."

Bridoux was about to reply when Armand interrupted. "How," said he, "you here again, man?"

Yos. I will give you 200 francs for your letter." 'But I told you I would not sell it" "I will give ybu 500 francs." "I toll you, sir, that I am already making a bargain with this gentleman." "I will give you 1,000 franca" "I beg you, sir, to leave the room." "Very well, said the false Englishman, "I will wait for you outside the door, but I must have that autograph," and he left. "You see," said Armand to Bridoux, the price that Englishman attaches to this precious document Don't force me to let it pass into his hands when I ask you only 100 franca

The autograph collector was at last convinced. He took out of his secretaire a bank note for 100 francs and gave it to Armand, who thanked him and withdrew.

Not long after that the two young men made a raise, and the first thing they did was to put a bank note of 100 franos into an envelope with this indorsement, "Restitution and thanks," and addressed it to Bridoux.

But Bridoux never knew what it meant Ho simply covered the 100 francs into his treasury, and for him the note of the little saleswoman at the Louvre lace counter is still an authentic autograph of the Empress Marie Louise. —Adapted For the Argonaut From the French.

Mock Ado About—Kotblof. A certain prince of Orange was generalissimo of the Austrians at tho end of the last oentury. He fought against the Freuch in Italy, died, Mid was buried at Padua (1799). For four years the Dutch government ha been in treaty for the prince's reman us, and after an endless amount of diplomatic negotiations and correspondence matters arranged, a Dutch man-r' vrar arrived in Venice, and, after another three weeks' delay, surmounting the last difAcuities raised by the church and red

tape of the Italian government, last I Thursday was the day fixed for opening I the tomb and conveying the remains to

Venice to be transported fay the man-of war, and ultimately deposited in the family vault at Delft

It was a tttret impressive ceremony, A repreeentat vo of the queen of Hollaud came expressly. Admirals, generala, officials galore, special trains, funeral car, troops lining the way, minute guns and flags half mast high, and then the tomb was opened and contained—

nothing —London Troth.

TH* N«w FMtcn»IV.

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Soooud DotSor—Fairly good. Flatten the left lung a littte, I think.—Hooaeboid Wank.

A FAIR REPRESENTATIVE,

the Tooag lady Seat by Alameda Csaatfi Chi, to tbe Monterey Flac Hairing.

the Texas rangers during the civil war. Henry S. Lubbock, for many years United States inspector of hulls and boilers at San Francisco, is also a grandfather of the young lady. She was participant in the special feature of the day, which was the dedication of the site for a monument to Commodore Sloat in memory of his patriotic servicea Miss Lubbock is an attractive blond about 18 years old. The selection was popular, for she has a wide circle of friends who are proud of the honor conferred upon her.—San Francisco Examiner.

TEKRE HAUTE SATUBDAY EVENING MAIL, JULY 18, 1896

Violet C. Lubbock of Alameda

was appointed by Major E. A. Sherman to represent Alameda county at the celebration of tbe fiftieth anniversary of the raising of the American flag at Monterey by Commodore John D. Sloat on July 7, 1846. Miss Lubbock's selection was especially fitting, as she is descendant from a family which was well represented in the war of the United States with Mexico that led to the cession of California to this country. She is a granddaughter of Thomas S. Bullock, a veteran of the Mexican war, who was also in active service as colonel of

Sunshine and Women's Hair.

It is said that women's hair is becoming more beautiful in color every year and is also growing thicker and longer. This is said to be due to the small, light bonnets we all have so often abused,

Certain it is that air and sunshine improve the texture and color of the hair. Sun bleaches the hair, and Venetian beauties always dried their ruddy locks in the sun, thereby getting thai tint so much admired called Venetian red. That lace bats are fashionable this summer ought to bo weloome news to those who care about plentiful golden locks.

Of course sunshine will not bleach dark hair, but it gives a deeper color to nil kinds of tresses and will brighten dull, brown hair. Hardly any man passes 40 without a bald spot, yet women of 60 often have plentiful and beautiful hair.

The reason surely must be that they do not wear the light, unventilated hats poor men are forced to da Indeed, seeing that women go in for crownless bonnets, why can't men be content with a hat rim?—New York Ledger.

She Got Her Cheek Cashed. .v-\"

Mrs. William Maydenbauer of Seattle, Wash., is a woman who deserves to go down to posterity as one with an admirable sense of humor. She became known to fame in the following manner: One clay she entered the First National bank and presented to the cashier, one Turner, a newcomer in the city, a properly drawn check. Mr. Turner demurred at paying it becauso he did not know her. He informed her that she would have to bt identified. She looked up and, discovering that a stranger was waiting on her, remarked succinctly: "Well, sir, if any' identification la necessary, you are the one to be identified. I have lived here all my life and never saw you around here before."

The cashier cashed the check.

Book Moslln Gowns,

"Book muslin," the old fashioned name for a summer textile once emblematic of dainty girlhood, has not been used for gowns for so long a timo that it comes to us almost as a novel material. It is a sheer and delicate fabric, and where economy and durability are concerned it outlasts half a dozen tulle, chiffon or mousseline de soie gowns and even those of silk of mediocre quality. A white embroidered book muslin dress is really a summer stand by, as with occasional pressing and with renewed laces and ribbons it can do a power of duty as a dressy toilet The cleaner's, not the laundry woman's, art can restore it, when soiled, to almost its original crispness and freshness. —New York Poet

Miss Quint's Degree. miMs*

Miss Katherino Mordant Quint, a daughter of Rev. A. H. Quint, has re oeived the degree of A. M. from Dartmouth college. She was the first young woman accepted by the trustees for a postgraduate course, and her fine scholarship, in their opinion, amply justifies the new departure. Miss Quint's acceptance by the trustees was due wholly to her own exertions aud came about as tbe result of her petition to President Tucker of Dartmouth college asking for the privilege of taking a postgraduate course. Miss Quint is the first woman to be thus honored by this college and receives it after but one year's resident study. —Woman's Journal

Th* WOOMB Art StadaW Clwbhn—1 Far op in the Catskills, in a beautiful spo« known as Twilight Park, the United Stadenta' aMOcdatian (women students) contemplate with pride their clubhooae in prooem of erection. By the latter part off the hot season it will be ready for orcnpaocy, and it will hereafter tie the stunmer rallying ground for art students ti. all dutcnp^ouL Xim Gannon and Miss Hand were tbe designers of the clubhooae. which will be commodioos aod picturesque.—Sew York World.

Sleeve Extenders.

Why will some women persist in slipping those patent ileeve extenders inside their thinnest grasscloth and dimity shirt waists? If they oould only realize the effect when they stand in the sunlight rays are nothing in comparison. Theee sleeve extenders are made of wire or whalebone, placed in sort of crisscross fashion, making an openwork structure that shoves the sleeve out from the shoulder.

Beneath a heavy material they do not show so plair' but with a plain fabrio drawn over tuem the wiry scaffolding looks hideous. "Just see the skeleton lady from the dime museum," whispered a mischievous girl to her companion as a cadaverous looking woman settled herself opposite them in the street car. She was thin, awfully thin, to be sure, but the especial point in her make up provoking the remark was the wearing of a pair of sleeve extenders under sheer lawn. As she sat against a sunny background these articles were thrown into bold relief, the skeleton framework seeming in such harmony with the wearer's personality that critical girlhood quickly saw the likeness.—Philadelphia Inquirer.

Simple, but Effective.

Unpretentious, low decorations are, for all reasons, most appropriate to tiie summer dinner or luncheon table. A most effective arrangement, that is at the same time within the reach of every possessor of a garden, requires only a profusion of pansies and a little of sucli fresh moss as every bit of woodland supplies. Four large pansies are cut fror.. yellow satin and placed upon the cloth •so.as to radiate from the center, with the largest petal of each pointing toward one corner. Around the edges of these are arranged little curved flower holder* of the sort that lend themselves

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Hats.

Sometimes, whilo the shape is pe? fectly fashionable, the braid is so fac and dusty as to be unpresentable If

color is pink, light blue, or grt of the shade may be dissolved .In water and applied with a si to ti hat, which has been prcpa ^for it blushing and sponging with clean wan: water. Set it to dry quickly, so as preserve the shape. Black straw or braids can be renewed by a coat of bottle shoe polish, dark blue by the liquiu bluing, brown by a coat of brown varnish, tan by rubbing with banana peel White that is only dusty, not yellowed, can be cleaned with moistened cornmeal rubbed in with a clean oloth Hats that artffcreasy can be cleaned With gasoline. Used in a room without fire and hung in the open air, they will soon lose the odor.—Philadelphia Telegraph.

A Chance For Typewriters.

"Why more typewriters do not become proficient in medical nomenclature," says a manager of an office, "is a question that often comes to me. Such work at good pay is in great demand, but it is difficult to find competent takers. One day, not long ago, at the meeting of a medical society, one of its members came in here and offered $25 for two hours' work if I could furnish a capable operator. I sent my most intelligent worker, who was sure she could take any proceedings. Before she had worked 15 minutes she gave up in despair. The teasing technical terms utterly routed her. She came back, and the next day, with her usual pluck, got a medical dictionary. Today she oould take a clinic lecture, but she is the only one I know who can,"—New ,Tfqrk TimAa.4 "*.•»• ,/A

Miss Mabel Beardsley.

Miss Mabel Beardsley, the sister of Aubrey Beardsley, who has recently become an actress,* is thus described by The Sketch: "As a child she used to recite at various concerts and 'at homea9 Later on she became a high school teacher, having obtained first class honors in the higher Cambridge locals and was among the first five of those who intended to take up teaching. On account of this success she was offered scholarship at Newnham college by Miss Gladstone. During her brief theatrical career she has played Mra Wanklyn in John-a-Dreams,' Lady Basildon in 'An Ideal Husband'and has been understudying at tbe Haymarket and Criterion. She made her debut in London as Edith in 'Dearest Mamma' with great success at a matinee not long ago.

Latter Come* For President Monroe.

In the White House mail on June 1 was a letter addressed to "His Excellency, James Monroe, President of the (J. 3." It came from British Guiana and contained an argent request for the autograph of the author of the famous doctrine against foreign encroachments an the American continent. The writer is a Venezuelan resident of British Otiiana, who evidently expects great things of "President Monroe" in tbe territorial dispute between Great Britain Veneguela.—Washington Star.

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wisM Mary E. Wilkins, who has been visiting in this city recently, says a New York exchange, shows little outward sign of her present condition of invalidism. She never looked prettier nor appeared more sparkling and brilliant Only a trained professional eye or the searching gaze of an intimate friend could detect in her anim^|ed countenance and cheerful demeanor any traces of the serious nervous trouble which has forced this distinguished author to lay aside all work—even the novel whose first sheets are in the hands of her publishers. There is little prospect that she will be able to resume work again for months to oome.

The Water Pitcher.

The following simple method of keeping ice wa'T in a common pitcher is worth knov ing: Put a layer of cotton batting between two sheets of wrapping paper three inches higher than the pitcher. Fasten the ends of the paper ami batting together, forming a circle. Paste a cover over one end of the batsing and paper. This cover, when over a pitcher, must come close to the stand and so exclude the air, and ice will keep a long time. This paper cover will be found of great service in a sickroom for both milk and water pitchera

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With a snort of baffled riige the humorist fled.—Detroit Tribunal, A Great' Convesf:cn"a.*'

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