Evening Star Newspaper, January 28, 1893, Page 7

a ig gi te hy a 38 a te a “Nw STHE EVENING STAR* WASHINGTON, D. 0, SATURDgY, JANUARY 28, 1893—SIXTEEN PAGES. A LOVE OF A BONNET, of An. After all they are merely flaunting, conceited bits of nothingness tied witha great deal of ribbon, But they are in huge favor with the men and the wearers have satis- fying convictions that the airy triffes called “bonnets” are most becoming. But perhaps The Tiny Twist of Millinery the Prettiest | How s Theater Goer Made Efforts to Save ‘THIS IS ECONOMY. Money. ‘ Feshionable women hare gone into the sere and yellow leaf so far as their theater foliage is concerned. They have been seeing plays for two years if street gowns, tailor suits, and our once gayly fash- fonable resorts begin to look, for the coiffure is the piece de resistance; that is | evening, just a bit dingy. Bates a woman said elaborate with its even waves from the face and | the other day, “I simply won't crowd past neck to the middie of the head. NING GOW . edged at the bottom green. EV The skirt is of sati velvet, mauve, pink au large ribbon pompons filied in with lace, the siceves being finished floances of shot velvet, | Fach flouuce is edged IN THE BALL ROOM. What a Wise Woman Will Do When Left Alone, SIT AND STAND WELL. oe ‘The Ways of Belles in This Progressive Age—The Dian Alone at a Gall—The Scarcity of Men in the Early Hours and How They Are Mo- nopolised Later. (Special Correspondence of The ning Star. New Yous, January 27, 1898. WOMANS FIRST jenr at a ball is over ‘ne chance of her being done. ‘The next is lest er identity be Jost in « crowd of women. ome poor things seem © think that they are ot 80 forlornly alone f they seem tobe in- terested in somebody, even if the somebody is a woman. Desr me, this is an awful mis- take. Every one knows t women cannot possibly be interested in other at a ball, and they only make them- ves the more conspicuously forlorn if pretend ‘they are. The girl bravely stands up all by herself in ture sort-of way, with curtains or res for backgrotind, who keeps ber head well and looks far off, as Af che were a little ed with ail the peo, s if she were ag till three or four slaves should return # As Magy errands, is the girl who succeeds, n are #0 horrid they will to do the picture act downright severe and drive men dislike is to nm. If m man does ib so that actually it be sure of by the arm age nm when you tothe carriage you are sometimes taken ose by a design- a a seen my Katie her up. The only safe tely free of women. Also the reproach in that will do their best to at s where in the room. ‘There they look as if their partners had just left them & moment to get a new shoe string shoe strings do break so-—and her elbow on diy, and really tue table, uses her Sue's SURE OF mER Escort. when you get a rear view of her rou hardly suspect her of being desolate and ali alone at all. Of course no girl who has not a good back should do this, but 1 is just the thing for the whose back is the best part of ber here ere women, you know, who hare fuch pretty line st the neck and whose hair grows prettily. ‘These and the rie with b some afmé are securé from ving desolate uil the timeif they can get a good | peat and i: p an air of expecting soi bac ment. It is enough to make one's tention; yet at everr ball y few of the women can get end the men come so late. ‘Bo really available men do not pretend.to get ENDING SHE'S ALONE FROM CHOICE. twidnight, quite im the English way, where a mis a waste of women nti that time when the men come in shoals? ‘With them come the wise women and the young Bustrom. As for the poor young girlsand the uninitiated. who come at 10, some of them have already goue to the dressimg room and pre- tended they were ili, just to get away from the “no-partner purgatory” that every one ie fn. Others have given up and gone shamelessly to sleep. Some whose carriages were within eall have gone home, their gowns fresh and un- burt. After 12 things brighten up, and by papper time there is the proper confuajon of Disck coats. but, ah me. very few of the women, ean really feel themselves successes. It in only fe the fairy novels that the gentle young hero- The opening at the side of the skirt is held by clusters of three he same coior of the velvet on the skirt. ed with pale green satin, finished down the front with embroidery. 1th sable, which also finishes the edge of collar and front. | ot Way penmis spear ieody 60 Ap way with ntages of Moving About | There are so many of them, | Do you realize that | N AND CLOAK. with sable. Above this there are three bands of | The bodice is green velvet With the same. The cloak is composed of four | ine sweeps all before her at the ball. At tho| | real ball many and many a heart must ache. Get all the comfort you can out of the fact that | your gown is pretty and that, at least, a lot of the women have envied you, even if the men have not seemed to take notice. It is not al- ways the pretty women and the lovely girls who | | have all the attention—that is one of the whim- sical things about a ball—it is a sort of luck. Ifa girl gete started she seems to be all right, If she can get two men she is safe, but nothing Will induce a man to go near a girl who is quite } | KNOWS HER GOWN 18 PRETTY. alone. It is queer, isn’t it? Yet if he comes in contact with one of the “belles” his only idea is to get her away all to himeelf. gowns and look as if they had actually turned the men away because they were tiresome. If caught in this way and yo havea fan and if you will keep away from the other women will do well enough. Mske up your m whether a profile view ora front View is the best, and turn that first to one part of the room and then to another. Very likely you will hear from somebody that thesheard« man say ‘Who is that stanning girl over there who nds so well?” and that they think the girl was vou. That is a good deal of popularity for these times when it is so hard to make men notice anything. The one thing # woman may not do is to move from where she 1s without | 1 | the hat byway of the knot of hair. So many must stand up and show their |* A BONNET OF PEARLS. ‘There, according to the situation of the point where the aigrette or the butterflies of Jet and gold are to be poised, it is drawn to- gethet in a loose knot, from the center of which Beep little curls, or i» piled high upon the top of the head in more compact coils. From the forehead the hair is pushed back in ringlets, for “bangs” are not pretty when bonnets are worn. ‘The one inevitable long curl falling to the line of brow precisely in the middle of the forehead is, however, permitted to remain, ‘A heartrending creation, which might have come from a jeweler’s rather than a milliner’ hands, is worn by a dark-haired woman, Twisted strands of imitation pearls are set tiara-like upon the hair. A smaller strand springing from the middie of the structure, upon which next to nothing is built, makes a half hoop over the high coiffure.’ About twe inches from this more wires shelter the sides of the head. In front a big butterfly the whole affair. the bonnet would be laughable en’t so pretty, Its only apparent raison the restraint it seems to place upon the wayes and coilsand fluffs of hair which, with consummate skill, its owner has arranged in rebellious fashion. Many of the theater bonnets this winter are created from asquare jet. a gay little flower and enough ribbon to wind beneath the chin and straight back again to the bat or back to e forting to kuow that after the ribbon itself around the coiffare the “dream” whence it springs can’t disappear before the owner of the dream reaches her own boudoir, ss TAKING THE VEIL. } people in my good silk skirts and then crumple them for three hours in those narrow seats. It's a frightful expense to dress for a play unless one goes to « box.” But another little woman, noted for the lated to her husband's check book. She bas three or four bright silk or velvet waists, which she wears with plain cloth street walking skirt. Nobody sees the skirt, once she has crowded by the people and thrown off her long coat, but she makes a center of attraction in her gay waist. Every man near her takes it a8 personal compliment. One she wore the other evening Was of deli- cate old rose and black velvet—remnants of a summer gown and last spring’s suit, by the was. ‘The back was of velvet, fitted withont a hint of Henry, Charles, Josephine or Watteau, tightly and smoothly. From the tinder arm seams the velvet continued in a curving bodice, slightly opened to the bottom of the waist. From the center of the shou ders “pointed revere came well down over the bust. The pretty yest of surah silk {aid in soft folds smoothly at the throat, but loosely puffed across the bust to give a A THEATER CORSAGR. more generous «well. The sleeves were of the surah, also pleated and finished with narrow silver galloon and black lace. ‘The revers and Startling Novelties in Gauge Which May | the V neck were edged with the same. Make or Mar the Costume. Do you choose your veil with reference to the angie to reveal a A black velyet togue, tipped at a wickeed alf circle of beautiful tilt of your nose, the color of yonr cheeks and , CtU*bed roses shading from the pink of her the tints of your gown? If you do not the effect of your otherwise correct costume may be spoiled; if you do the finishing chic and dainty touch will be given to a rather ordinary one. Like the women of the east we, ought, therefore, to be always well veiled. But wo are not bound to white muslin, nor even to the browns and blacks alone permissible two years ago. Indeed, there is no shade on earth or sea which isn’t fashionable on a woman's cheek, provided, of course, that it isin her veil. & man to see her through. The girl is lost. no matter how weil sbe does it, who attempts to ross the room by herself: She may be as| graceful as ever she can be und hold out her and show off her dress beautifuily, but it | on'tdo, She may «tand up and pose by her- | f all she wants to, or shouid I say, all she has | she must not walk about. Besides, it is | ns. A man might have almost made up to come and speak to you, and if you mt he gO ymoving ab Jong a w: Never take chances like that. } Kemember, in decorating your ball room the | idea must be'not so muca te make a handsome room as to make a room in which yourself your guests will look well. Dark’ or nent wails, igs of dark wood, side Ligh chandeliers, produce the | best effect. Nothimg ts so hard on women and | too, as ¢ deliers or light from | the ceiling. It makes shadows under their yes, and that is only becoming in novel where the suffering ladies of high or low de. gree arise in the morning, or appear at the ball | at night, with “great purple shadows” under | their eyes. On the ordinary woman out of «| book this effect adds ten years to her age. The stiff. bigh-backed chairs of long ago may not have been so very comfortabie, but they | were much more becoming than are the} modern spindly gold ones that make little woman look like a mosquito, end a big woman seems mountain. Maybe the folks in the old time did not speculate and philosophize as much as we do nowadays, but they seemed to get at things a good deai more surely than wedo. That is, things about women. They let her sit down in great solemn chairs and walk around in somber halls, and the result was that women bad ballads and sonnets written | about them, while now they get things like | may feel it too | n | weet bells out of tune,” where all their little | defects come out in the electric light that is always on them, and it is bard. | | faces appear shorter and more narrow. | securely. A VEILED FANCY. Purple is the most popular color; it is al- most a craze for the passing moment, but a brunette or a pale blonde should not dream of adding da-h to her suit with it. A “*high-col- ored blonde,” the prevailing tone of whose costume is brown, gray or green, may brighten it prettily with a purple or a violet veil. Copper# blue and the last venture, apple greens, should be worn charily. ‘Think ‘of it! An apple green veil over a blue hat! ICs tylish, and so is shrimp pink over brown, but y the shades of all the artists let us beware. A newly imported Parisian freak is veiling of two colors, Itis of green, blue, brown or purple and it is flecked with brilliant dots of another hue. Or itixof plain fish net, bordered with thickly dotted edges of u different color. One handsome veil of wide meshed black was dotted with purple sparingly over the face, but heavily in vine pattern at the edge. Ona black velvet hat trimmed with violets the effect was chic complete. A small-featured woman should weer simply designed veils. Dots and flowers make large A merry profile, with nose tip-tilted like a flower, should not be spoiled by a half length bonnet veil. It tends to make the ‘short face almost “stubby.” A long-faced woman, thongh, may aid her beauty by breaking lengthy lines with a veil reaching just below her nose, Naturally she should not wear « veil; ae that de- fines the length of fentures. There is art in fastening a veil jauntily and Hold it well above the brim of a broad hat, gather it lightly in the middle and pin it the folds to the hat. Then it will lie loosely around the upper part of the face and can bo brought more closely from the chin to its fastening behind. Cover the waved coils of brek hair with it, because the result 1s softand pretty. Then go forth equipped to conquer. waist to deepest red, nestled against eoft hair, was the last alluring touch of this artful lit person. —_—_+e+ —_____ * HER FACE HER MISFORTUNE, Why s Beautiful Girl Fatled to Obtain Sqetal Recognition, From the Loulsville Commercial. I recently heard the story of how a girl who wanted to and tried to did not succeed in ‘en- tering society. Her face was in that one re- spect her misfortune. She removed to the city some years ago from a little out-of-the-way town of a neighboring state aml at once, ably seconded by her mother, started in tocut a swath and mow a pathway into the longed-for green pasturage enjoyed by the ultra fashiona- bles of local society. Her family was not old, nor had itin any way the remotest flavor of Virginia origin, However, this would hardly have counted against her, for she came of good stock and was supremely beautiful. She carried herself like a queen and with her peerless beauty captivated the men of society. he was modest and yet exercised a sort of freedom that encouraged men to approach nearer than ordinarily and at the same time was effectual in its restraining influence. She d her charms not lavishly, but abun- No wonder, then, that the club men about town took her up. and soon +he held court with, if not the splen- dor, all the grace and graciousness of a qiteen. So constantly was she in demand that at the Chrysanthemum Club @ sort of bureau of en- gagements was established so that she might, as it were, be distributed fairly. She was taken everywhere—by men. She was called upon un- ceasingly--by men. She was soon the subject of conversation among men. Her beauty be- came more pronounced as she learned the lit- tle arts and artifices that please men, and she Decame the talk of the day wherever she went, at home or abroad. Ail this, and especially the way the men took or up, set the young women of the city's high- est dead against her. ‘They did not. deny her beauty—they could not. They simply let her alone. The young women of society kuow # thing or two, and.this they knew right well, that if they did not call upon her and left her at home to receive men they would soon tire of it and let her alone also, Such proved to be the case. She was never called on by those of her own sex, and consequently knew nobody. No one ever received for her, and society, therefore, never had her gracious presence and queenly beauty indts rauks. At last, in despera- tion, or in some other mood, she left the cit Her course was everywhere a conquest. She is today envied by many who hear occasionally of her, and is engaged to a wealthy man, who will give her queenly beauty aregal setting. ‘This is a true story. “ peered Democrats Caught Napping. ‘The republicans caught the democratenapping at Thursday's city election at Wheeling, and complete returns show that B. F. Caldwell, re- publican, has 399 majority for mayor, the re- mainder of the democratic city ticket going throngh by narrow margin. The republicans elected eighteen of the thirty-six members of the council and only lost two others by one vote each. These seate wil be coutested, and if gained will give the republicans control of the city government. eames ‘The Minnesota senate has passed s memo- rial to Congress calling on the general govern- ment to take possession of all the anthracite coal lands and operate them in the interest of eval consumers. A GIRL WHO STANDS WELL. A lovely ball gown is made of delicate crepe over silk. Apparently it is all one piece falling from m square neck. It is very full indeed on | this square neck band, and the girdle that | passes about the body under the arms and up tos point in the center makes a sort of all- around puff of the full stuff. Another girdle pointed a little both ways, up and down, in the | back and at the front and very narrow at the | sides goes about the waist, and another puff is thus formed of the full material, which gives « loose effect between the girdles that is charm- ing. Frow the lower girdle the material bangs [straight to the hem. At the back and on the eck band is hung | very full train which falls free of the girdlesin Watteau fashion, to quite a distance | on the floor, mingling with the shorter train of | the skirt proper. The sleeves are enormous puffs, or rather two enormous puffs, leaving the arms bare from well above the elbow. The girdles are of tine bead work; about the of the skirt and of the train isa border to match. The hair is curled close to the head and bound with a bead work yon is " ‘and modera, but the the ew Watteau effect is harmonious with and the perennial freshness of her costumes, has solved | the problem of becoming theater-goers as re- | ‘They sought her constantly, | ‘Written for The Eventue Star. HUSBANDS AND WIVES. OME MONTHS AGO IN AN IDLE MO- ment I picked up a daily journal and read nice little story, a very nice little story, in- deed, ss you shall eee, It was abouta little | married woman named Bessie, (Of course che was little—fancy a big woman called Bessie Well, Bessie lived with her husband and one | child in a cozy little home, did all ber work, | imeiuding sewing, and made things very com- fortable for her husband, meeting him on all occasions “‘with « smile,” I suppose, though the story did not mention this fact. It happened one day that the husband lost his position, whatever it was, and of course Bessie, who, it seems highly probable, bad never been-extrava- gant in her habits, was urged to still grester efforts in the way of economy. (It-will be ob- served that whenever this situation arises it is always the wife upon whom the added strain comes.) On Saturdsy morning, then, Bessie’s husband handed her @5 for the week's market- ing, remarking sententiously that he had no idea where the next was to come from, and leaving him smoking his cigar and reading the morning paper by the fire the good wife wended her way to the market. Then followed, in the story, @ pathetic account of Bessie’ struggle with the devil in the shape of suc- culent chops, enticing spring chickens and mature vegetables, and her clever and ingenious t ness and nutritive qualities with other qualities | that might render them acceptable to the palate of her liege lord, and having performed miracies —those daily miracles which the lives of women ire 80 full of—little Bessie went proudly home and handed over $1.85 to her husband, Was he astonished, gratified, magnanimous? Did he tell her to keep the money—that she wasa dear, clever, wonderful little woman, and far better able to bold the dimimshing funds of the fam- ily than he was? ‘ot w bit of it, The story tells us nothing of his mental state, but ax he remarked while pocketing the change that he believed he would take to“‘smoking a pipe instead of cigars.” it is to be presumed that somewhere in the hidden recesses of his selfish masculine nature there was aroused a sneaking little consciousness of his own meanness, so small and devitalized, however, as to perixh at its birth. Does any one believe that a man like that would have moral backbone enough to carry out his propored noble reform? Certainly not. ‘The story did not say, but, with a closing pane- gyric on Bessie, left the denouement of this in- teresting romance to the imagination. Strange to «ay it has ocenpied my mind fre- quently. This good little Bessie, meek, ps avd housewifely, and the man who calmly in his pocket the money she had saved by her ch verness and thought without a word of praice, without apparently the elight- est realizing sense of what a jewel of a wife he possessed or the shadow of an idea that she had any individual rights except to keep is house in the best way on the smallest possi- bie sum, and ail for her board, clothing and the honor of being his wife. And, to tell the truth, Ido not suppose Bessie herself ever dreamed of such a thing. There are a good many Bes- |sies in our midst, in spite of the national convention of women which meets here every year, and always will as long ‘as tharTinge is the one-sided sort of arrange ment it seems in the nature of things to be. It is a curious spectacle—this readiness of women to surrender themselves to # life of dependence, to reduce themselves to a state of panperism and bondage, all for Jove of man. Why, this same Bessie may have been a self-supporting woman before marringe, a teacher, a clerk, seamstrees, with the control of person and income, hours of leisure and recreation. Now she is ‘somebody's darling—the property of man who permits her to work like three servants and pockets the change left from the family marketing. I kvow some Bessies who would not have done as this particular Bestie did. They ‘would have kept that change in theit pockets and said nothing about it. And small blame to them. Tyranny begets ignoble off- spring. The wife who is compelled to resort to tricks and schemes and cajoleries to get money from her husband naturally becomes the mother of children lacking in integrity aud fra: Husbands, think of that. Do not keep your wives in the positions of beggars or paupers. ‘The consequences may be terrible and far- reaching. If your wife deserves your love, sho deserves yout respect and confidence, and let me tell you most emphatically that where one woman takes wicked advantage of her husband generosity ten are led into slippery ways by Teason of his penuriousness and selfishness. A WOMAN’S DAY, M ‘OST PEOPLE HAVE HEARD OF THE ~¥E old man “Who said he could do more work in a day Than his wife could do in three.” And will recail how, after having exchanged work with his wife for one day, he throws up | the sponge at sunset avd emphatically swears, By all the stars in heaven, ‘That his wife can do more work in a day | Than be can do in seven! | It isan old ballad and must bave been written by a woman, of course, a very long time ago, but it might just as well have been written to- | day, for the incapacity (putting it mildly) of | men to comprehend what their wives find to do all day long while they are themselves immersed | | in masculine affairs “down town” is one of those | curious facts that seem to be true of all ages. Iwas talking upon this subject with a mar- | ried woman of my acquaifitance some time ago, and [found I had struck a sensitive chord | She had been doing a good deal of thinking on | the eubject herself and was able to give me | some interesting points, and I am betraying no | sontidence in giving my readers the beneiit of them. ‘This lady's husband is a good, just and gener- ous man, but he is not precisely an angel. One | evening my friend was excusing herself to her husband for having forgotten some trifling | matter. “I have so many small details to think | of,” she anid. 'Details!” repeated the husband, and—I am sorry to say it pf such » very nice man—a sneer distarbed his manly features, ‘The wife vas stung to the quick, but said nothing at the time. The next morning she resolved to make a note of her doings for the day,and here is the result. I want every woman who reads this record to insist that her husband, if rhe has one, rend it aleo. If she has no husband then force ii npon the attention of her nearest male relative, who may be hus- baud to some other woman.’ It should be said that the family of the Indy under considera- tion consists of six persons, and, though in moderate circumstances, occupies a very re- spectable position. “Rose at 7, repaired boy's school jacket and trousers, went to kitchen and made the coffee and toast and cooked the eggy, never trusting any nice details to the cook. After breakfast put up lunches and got the two | youngest children ready for school. Workmen ‘making repairs in the basement, seamstress on second floor, one child slightly ill on third floor. Gave directions to first and second and minis- tered to the wants of the third. Did the ordi- nary chamberwork in five bed rooms (no sec- ond girl being kept), read quite an extensive mail, answered two letters and ordered lunct eon. At 11 o'clock went out to atiend to. ous matters, requiring a visit to two glazier's, a cobbler’s, a druggist’s, the post office and the market. “Retu:ned home, administered consolation to the sick, directions to workmen and seam- stress, lunched and went down town—a long istance—-to interview teacher as to boy's prog- a do convideruble family shopping, en- much walking, and what man would , if he were buying goods or real estate, fatiguing ‘thought and planning. Went " beef tea und wine jelly, copied out ‘a poem of eighty lines for boy to recite, wrote a lettet of twelve pages, assisted in preparing and foley patter dinner dressed a ter to @ party, not retin: fanth 12 o'clock. - Now, how does that strike the masculine mind for a day's work for a woman not in the cor much fi i ons force, of clover planning, of exsoutive abil- ity a carry one human through pach n day, to mect demands vo varioga, “And the worst of it thetically added the jittle woman who made this “there was absolutely nothing to show for it when I Not even, she might have added, the compre- bending sympathy of those for whom she was working, who, like most husbands and seem to think “‘mammas” are constructéd on some Tan and wermanie® term of years. course it may be admitted that selection of those articles that combined cheap- | ut | NDER COY- er of the dark- ness that shad- ‘owed the close of day « thick fog had crept silently im through the Golden Gate, and, like a giant footpad springing from | hind, bad thrown ite gray_arms around the | lights atFort Point and Aleatraz, blinding and | stifling their charitable raya with its cold and misty hands, leaving the harbor's entrance dark and unprotected. The lights that sparkled on the hillsides, in the rigging of the ships and on the summits of the rocky islands one by one ceased to emit their rays and perished miser- ably until by the hour of 9 all nature had sub- mitted to the ghoulish embrace and had ceased to struggle. or achance belated tug continued to breathe forth dull, fitful groans, which grew fainter as the fog grew thicker, antil they mingled with and died away in the roar of the surf breaking over the rocks at Bonita. The ebb tide, whirling and eddying onward past the jagged feet of Alcatraz, paused before it poured its muddy deluge into the pure depths of the Pacifle to lick the damp arch of the Bird Rock and to gather in its clutches a floating spar that sought shelter bebind the Shag Rock and burl it out upon the restless surface of the obscure sea. Ax the water receded from the rocks the sea birds shook their beads from be- neath their wings and waddied @ little farther down so that the breaking «pray might dash over their glossy backs and nil them to sleep. Suddenly the sea binds nestling at the water's edge where the rocks break the current at the northern base of Alentraz became violently alarmed. ‘They rose, flapping their wiz poised in the air, uitering Diack object, borne by the tide, floating upon | them out of the darkness, had dashéd heavily against the rock at their very feet. < them with salt spray, and then as suddenly bad veered off and disappeared around the foot of the caxemate wall. Their feats were prolonged and their terrors increased by the call of the sentinel at the prison overbead, “Corporal of the guard, No, 1!” and the sharp report of three rifle shots fired in quick succession. There was not. time for them to become com- fortably settled again before the shrill peal of a trumpet call pierced the gloom. and they be- came aware of the sound of voices snd burry ing feet mingling in agitated discord abov them. Many of the older birds, whose habits had become fixed and precise, unable to abide the tumult, withdrew and settled down again gramblingly near the green spar buoy on Little Alcatraz. ‘On the rocks above, led by lanterns over the barren slopes, groups of dark figures fought their way through the foggy obscurity. Shoute, excited words of command and shrill replies passed from scarp to parapet and from covered way to casement wall. Such sounds as these had not been heard here for years before—not since the tug Lola, its bearings in the fog, went ashore on the rocks where the beil house stands now, drowning two of the crew and stirring up in the hearts of the peaceful inhabitants a degree of alarm unparalleled in all their history since the war. But the eye of the harbor had cast off its habitual drowsiness and was nervously open- ing. The rattle of arms increased and spread over the summit of the green rock, and here out of the fog and darkness, remained visible for an instant, then passed on and yanisbed. Alcatraz, remembering its traditional military importance, bristled once more, and was sho’ ing ite teeth. Atasharp angle where the road, descending from the citaely turns upon itrelt Just above the prison, stool the officer of the day, with sword in one hand and lantern in the other, ex- postulating with the commanding ofticer. the dungeon last week for trring to escape from the presidio—a tall, blonde fellow, with a long beard. He cut his way out-of the dungeon by filing the iron bars over the window. There must bave been a boat waiting for him, for be } | he had climbed up from the flat rock after he dropped out of the windo ‘But why do vou not bave the dungeon i | spected, sir?” demanded the commanding o! cer. “Itis, sir; every twenty minutes. He got away between the inspection at eight-forty aad gone at tattoo, He was there all righ: the rergeantof the guard gave him his y of water at eigh -forty, He must ha | accomphce who took him away ina boat, for he could never bave climbed up from the’ flat rocks at the foot of the prison withc detected. The batteries are both turned out to search, and if he is not already gone his chance is lost.” Here the fat light honse keeper, puffing like a porpoise and holding his lantern in front of him like a headlight, waddied up the hill and joined the group, “Terrible nasty night, colonel,” be gasped. “Bad night for catching a man ashore, mach less on the the water. I guess our crew couldn't row fast.enough to catch him now, for he has half an hour the start of them.” “You don’t mean he hud a boat, do you, skip- per?” inquired the colonel indifferently. “Lord! yes, sir. That man has been bere too long to try hiding on the island. He's had this fixed up for sume time. I think his break at the presidio last week was just a blind to get into the dungeon and carry out this plan to- “ead ™EWhat do you think, Mr. Quartermaster?” interrupted the colonel, addressing one of group of young officers who had the hill from the direction of the barracks. “Just what I've told you,sir. I knew a month ago that the man was planning escape. and I stopped his letter writing and had him specially watched ever since. He is a married man and wented to join his wife in San Francisco.” “But the descriptive list says he is single?” “I know it, sir; and the descriptive list im’t always right. He is a deserter, and circum- “tances go to show that he deserted to get out of ser and join his wife. He wasa good man—never had any trouble exqept from try- ing to get away—aud he was more than ordi- narily intelligent.’ The sergeant of the guard approached and reported to the commanding officer. “We can’t find him on the island, sir. The men have been into every hole and corner and can’t find even a sign of him.” “Very good, then, Captain, yon may have the mea turned in now. Keep a chain of sen- tiuels around the water line until daylight, 10 make more certain, and in the morning as soon as the wire is open’ telegraph his description to just tome up the chief of and offer the ususl reward of ag That is all, gentlemen; good e colonel turned and strode away toward his quarters, accompanied by the light house wa, wie oul eloquently mrponnding eee of ie hind succeed,” more agrescbly to an irae through tbe medinm of Me: sat he wa of ts As they crossed-the moat wail’ soundil taps arose ont of the ‘and died “TNS. 110 dropped gouty the fat ae as the Sipe mah sed'acd Sa ey listening; so he himself fhe fell. It was’ more likely that the sentinel was Cozing than listening for pores ou the mainland te il F i in iiily Only the fog horn at Lime Point | and there dim figures and hazy lights sprang | “It's No. 110, sir: the man who was put in} could not possibly have avoided the sentinel if | t being | | So near to liberty and yet so far from it! Tf he failed it would sarely add another vear to bis already seeraingly unending term. concen: trated ail his will power that # might be | given him to drop down from the rock and | commit hia life and liberty to the mercy of the sea, The veins of his neck and arms swelled and knotted, and bears beads of sweat a down upon his beard. Yet to see her | again was worth it all—to see her. Judy, his own be. dear wife that had suffered and endured #0 seemed to wrench the very bow | much for him. How pale and tired and hungry | she looked that last day she came to meet bits | at the Presidio, so changed, so unlike the pic- | ture hanging in the locket at his breast, | was taken at Fort Douglas t | they were married, whon she was young and | plump @nd pretty. "Now she waited for him in street, barely making cnough with her neelle to keep herself and the baby alive. Two years it would be until his time was out. two years be- | fore he could hope to see her again, and heaven only knew what might happen to ber in that i time. To be with her was worth it all. With- j out her he cared little what happened; death or the prison, it was all the same to him. He drew the little locket from his bosom, kissed it, and fastened it upon bis wrist The sentinel above shouldered his rifle and | walked on around the end of the prison, and when the sound of bis footsteps died away only the wasb of the waves and the dull moan of the fog horn broke the silence. He rose to bis knees and drew the raft of logs close to the flat rock. There were only four of them tied to- gether with ropes, but surely they would keep him afloat antil some of the tags going eat i the morning could pick him up. He pushed his foot forward and lowered it into the water. How cold it was! A shiver passed over his body and the fog seemed more penetrating. He drew back and «at down once more upon the rock. But why was he delaving? Even now they micht be discovering bis absence, and Judy had suffered more than this for him. "There was the baby—he would see them both tomorrow. The thought gave him strength. What if the chill and exposure of tue night did bring on sickness? Would not Judy nurse bim through it all? He buttoned his gray blouse close around him and dropped down upon the logs. They sauk under his weight aud the chill water rising around him took his breath away. He twisted himself astride the inner loge and pushed out into the current, The outer ones supported his arms, and he found that he could easil keep his head above the caps of the waves. The tide caught the raft and whirled it into the eddies among the jagged swiftly, precipitately, into the thick darkness, It grated harshly upon them, but he could not tell which ones it struck.’ Once it dashed angrily against a mass of boulders at the foot of the casemate wall and disturbed a dormitory of sea birds. They rose chattering and screaming and flattered past him, flapping their wings in his face. Then the raft shot out into the main current and he heard the reports of the sentry's rifle giving the alarm. Too late now! well the prison, the damp ceils, the bard work, the scanty fare! It was all past and over. He had uo master now but the sea; he was at the merey of the dark waters. Once more the raft dashed into a mass of rocks with such violence tha: he almost lost his | bold of the loge, Another flock of wea birds ‘ose in the darkness and screamed querulously jabout him for disturbing their repose. The logs grated heavily for a moment and lodged. Ashe struggled to push off he felt the green spar buoy and knew it was Little Alcatraz. On e slopes above be heard voices and commands; they were searching for him on the island. Another moment and he floated free again | upon the surface of the tide. The darkness was oppressive and the mist choked and stifled him. The fog siren on the bore ahend still called to him and he could hear the surf breaking on the reefs. How long must he rise and fall thas with the motion of the waves? It was nine hours before davlight, and already he was numb and chilled to the heart. | | had loved her when ske lived ina father’s ranch near the post ai ; smart, tidy sergeant, ving well, with the | prospect of a commission ahead. Who cared for her more than he when she, poor litte girl, | was left an orpban by her father's death? Yet what right had he to help her uniess he made her his wife? That was the ream he went on pase for three days and gave the priest haif of his month's pay to make them one. She took a situation in a milliner's store and he served on, trying to save money to buy his discharge and find a clerkship that wonld pay enough to ena- j ble them to live toge:ber. But when she was taken ill, with the prospect of the baby being born, he could wait no longer. He sent her the money he had raved, took two days’ pass and | deserted. It made him prond of himself to | feel that he bad always cared for her as well as he was able. His feeble efforts were like the widow's mite—good and acceptable because th were the best he could offer. When they came to San Francisco he found @ steady place with a market gardener and earned enough to keep them well and haapy. How fat and healthy the baby was there, and how well it liked to have its father roll it around on the floor and play with it. Two rolling swells, heavier than the others, piled themselves together and threw the salt water above his head. It fell, filling his throat and eyes, and rolled down his back. leaving him more stiff and benumbed than before. The de- pression drove his mind back to the evil hour when his old battery returned from Fort Dougias, bringing with it his former enemy, the farrier, who had never forgiven him for inform- ing the battery commander when he dosed the best ranning the day before the races. The farrier was not an enemy of the assiduonely vindictive sort; he was too lazy and indiffer- ent; but when the two met in the garden near the Presidio a few days after the battery re- turned, alth no words were spoken and only a jook exchanged, it was evident that the embers of the old injury still emoul- bin on her 1 he wasa into a flame. ‘Two weeks later a detective took bim from the garden in arrest and turned him over to the post authorities asa deserter, In years ago, before | the narrow attic of the tenement on Mission | Pare- | His thought turned again to Judy, how he | dered and might be fanned by a chance breath | less than two weeks more be had been tried, | Z Alvin H. Sydenham v 7? ee —— a convicted and sent to Alostrar Island, ali by the farrier's evidence. Ther his identity for ook him. fis name became a thing of the past; ho was now only No. 1:0. How lonely he felt out upon the dark watert Even the dangeon was cheerful beside it. The solitary monn of the fog siren, crossing the direction of ins motion more nesrly at right angles, told him that be must be entering the Gate, Oh. if he could only ese Judy when he needed her ten The wash of tbe surf the shore became more distinet and he felt the rate drifting very rapidly. A splash of the water near by was foliowed by a blowing, poling sound that etertied him, and a soft bods brarbing against the raft turned and plaved near it, One of the evale from the Cliff House roows bs ite graceful motion paddling Any living thing that would was lovable, and his beart fi for the creature. How earnestly he @ished that it would stay there antil morning! Bat, no; it paddied off toward the «bore and left bie More of an outcast than before. he could tell A dall rambling sound crept over the surface of the waves «i the distant roar of the breakers. As it beeame louder s marked vibration, a heavy pulee-like beating, rolled in ‘a deep monotone toward him. Then the hiss of eecaping steam mingled with the « red thumping, and be kuew that an ocean liner #n8 entering the harbor. Oh. if the great monster would open ite heart and take bim in! But im | the darkness be could never be seen and hie |¢ries would only be lost in the noise of the j machinery. Three jong mournfui groans, thet rolling from ite hoarse thr eatry of the harbor. [1 passed he could almost hear the | the lead. The idea mad three fathom: in the x and the bottom of the Jess and forsaken be 1 But Jady could hon ba loving him the better for thin. If che ever felt donbts of his devotion to her. eur: this would dispel them. And they could bur mining town in the moun eo koow them and whe: scrutinized, and begin conld ship asa seaman on « alan . A Judy coffid take passage in the seme weasel The tide was running very swiftly the «well row and fell more sharply by this time he must be passing through the now and outer limiis jute. Would it be very strauge if raft drifted far out to sea? Would it carry him the Farralones? Perhaps that was thir light be esw now fer would be tir night came months went b was breaking very 1 omin He L and, binding it thy bes oundly when ld sleep and work (he dragging. The surf and wae hat and carried it away His cheek touch again in bis hai washing over him did at first; the womb: grew warm and com dleep. and when te awoke would be standing over bim When the commanding off Feached his desk the next” im tor stood waiting for hum | read: | “We have your man. identify him. As the McDowell ma: n trip to the city the adjutant ax ment of the | guard were on board and by the hour of IL they stood in the headquarters of the police. } The adjutant was uneasy aud troubled to know whether they would deliver the prisoner until the reward for his captare was paid. He stated ! the object of bis vinit and inquired whether the | chief was sure he had the right man. “Yes, sir; there is no doubt of it It's not ikely that ‘any other man would be wearing @ suit of prixon clothes around. He was picked up by the crew of the Fearless as they were re turning from towing out a whaler at davbrealt this morning. They found him over the bat ona log raft drifting out to see pretty lively. | Go with Mr. Glendon there; he show bim to ‘you. Yes; send for him any time today if you're alone; no hurry.” The chief smiled grimly and turned to the perunal of bis morning paper. |" The assistant ied the way | stairs, then along a closed corridor to the sunny fe of the basement. Me threw open a heavy door und paused for the young officer to enter. The air of the room was «trangely frigid, and the sunlight streaming through the latticed window weemed feeble and ineffectual against it. The room was apparently empty, and the officer jooked about in vain for the prisoner. “Where is be, Glendon?" he imquired, re minding that official of the object of his visit, You wish to look at him, sir?” rainly; bring him ont. The fesistant apjroached a long table at the ‘end of theroom and drow away a blanket that was thrown loosely over @ heap |_ng upon it “Here he is, sir; isn't that your many” He pointed to a water+oaked figure lyt stiffly before them, clad in the gray blouse a: trousers of a military convict “What, dead!” exclaimed the adjutant, id not way that bi dead “Thought you knew all the time, sir, Yes, he was dead when they picked him’ ap—dead aad tied ou to the raft witha rope. Drowned in | the surf, they said. That locket thore fas tied to his right wrist; we took it off to see if it had | any writing in it.” | The adjutant picked up the locket and opened jit. It contained the face of a young girl, smile ing, plump, with dark beavy hair, exe that's etheart's picture,” the astistant suggested. one some where.” saith? officer cloped It and laid tt back upon the le. “Poor devil! it's little good she'll be to him now,” he said. Footsteps in the corridor behind them caused them to turn about just as the door ewung open, @imitting a pale girl with a child in her erm« She drew back a moment and looked | her eyes staring wildiy: then entered with some hesitation, She looked searchingly for a mo- ment as if unable to comprehend the objects im | the room. Then her eves fell upon the body stretched upon the table. She dropped the child upon the floor, and, ing forward with » ery, fell upon it, latching i in her arms’ and’ wroaing Locobe. rently. The sun streaming through the lettice fell upon them clinging together and wrapped their forms ina balo of golden giory. The baby om the floor, laughing, crawled to the feet of the assistant. “Mr. Glendon, let us go sway,” said the ad- futant, drawing the assistant into the corridor. “I think he is with his wife at last.” The assistant fastened the bolt so that the | door could be operied from within. “That's common, sir; we see it every bere. Only it's a pity there is a baby left.”"— The United Servos.” he w locket, and be t kissed it. The to chill him se wore and be le, He would go to the morning she 4 r of Alcatran ving the oper- tho telegram. It Send an officer te ” Pouioe. down « flight of “Tou A PEARF UL BRISK.