Evening Star Newspaper, November 10, 1894, Page 14

1894-TWENTY-FOUR PAGES, THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 10, TER HAT plains Why the Head g is Not Removed. A Weman E: . Cover: 1 i qyanr S0hE T2AHROAL UGG STICNS Simple Lut Stylish Bonncts That Also Look Well Behind. ALL ¢ N BE WAPRY will go on v iny tae Gear, patient a Woman's cannot ure u par. A woman bee or re her kind her hat ike a ¢ he sho: fi the ‘bi theater aid rae i y nine mir- ? a chim- Here ix a Pieture of iier. That's the way a woman talked to The Star er Lat reporter, and as she was young a tty, tly understood her Star belive that she w: main corre Z about my hats?" she Star reporter. “Weil, and she swung slow .» knowing very eve course black that fitted out ar Rutions, as pI that m. just the ae A Velvet Band. Over the shoulders she wore a wide lace Dusiness, with some fluffed up thin stuff that let the red of the silk show through it like the sun shining through a mis She said it was “chiffon,” and that the big bow under her dimpled chin was doubl i et satin ribbon, of cerise hue. On top a mass of dark brown hair that didn’t look as it could ever be unbecom- ingly a bit of a thing she called a he crow: of cerise velv made c ‘keam shape, so she said, with a perky little bow of the velvet in front, supported by a bit of jet, and ay of jet standing up in the back. She made the bonnet and bertha herself, and they cost almost nothing, she said. But in fact they looked as though they might have cost a lot; but of course it ts the woman who shows them off who makes the ¢:fference. Can See Over This. “Any woman who has a bit of ingenuity @bout her can twist up a snip of black vel- vet and a yard of ribbon, and stick a bit of white or black lace on It, op both, and have th - | Fer a very yc a head cove-ing and a theater bonnet at one and the same time,” was the information volunteered by the sensible young woman. “She can get a bit of a buckram crown for tarter, one that is not ubove half an inch deep and rimless, and on this she can build. ‘The top can be covered with beaded ce that is in inch bits and broken full of holes, and it will glisten and sparkle as new yesterday. If you have no bead- ace, a bit of black lace with the scallop- edses meting in the center over the crown which you have covered with a piece bright satine, even, will show up beauti- nen, for the edge, twist and twine materials around it and adjust it on r head bofore the mirror until you have ured the right effect, remembering, of course that the style of wearing the hair to do with the becoming- igear. Ribbon and x Lace How. T saw woman at the theater the other no termed the tragedy into comedy fo> me. She sat ri in front cf me, and a jet half coronet, that terminated just above the cars with a plaited fall of te chiffon foldel to give the effect of Hes. Her hair was done high and the es” bobbed around on the back of her ad just abdVve the ears in a perfectly j ludicrous fashion. Presently two men who ide me and who had urgent business | the quite a bonnet. di- tween the act sed the other and do you eaten en w hi Astaff, it w vicinity of the 9 same to those in the c at lights.” Ye Knew the monatr > wore rported and cost more than my bonnets and hats for a whole season. ‘Taking the remarks of th sensible wi half a yard of ribbon will make eny one of them, and’ make two of sume of them; then you can pui in, fur the time, any pretty ornament you have, two or three stick pins, a breastpin, a hair dagger, or you can make the lace and velvet and ribbon do. A pretty one is made of a velvet band with two e sinall clusters of flowers and a Wa feather at the back. erown lies flat upon the hair. The cape is net that a man would have to be a dwarf | not to see over has a piece of velvet lai upon a saucer like a bit of buckram in wrinkled folds, just covering the top of the head and coming to a point in front. It is ved with jec stars, has a small jet bug | in frent, and a ‘ger lace bow in the back. ng lady, with a round face, not of lace nd velvet or of bright satin On Si well back on the head is quite cient. To » with this a round black velvet cape with satin-lined lace epaulette heuld have long lace most to the knees in front, atin ribbons would add to the A rier of a yard of 1 with a contrast- kn L » ostrich plumes standing straight up in center, Will make some other woman in concocting to be taken who ventures it will na) a woman ater mnted bonnet, that on (ani h apologies to Sha i py in this, she 1s now so old annot learn. Unhappier than this, She ts bred so dull, she will not learn.” 'O GAIN FLESH. d wi Un How Advice for Those Who Are Conscious ef Their Long Fi es. y many people want to get stout, Not v but those who do want to be stout very much indeed. Here is what a practical an says Is the best pian to follow ement and keep your mind as much as possible In a state of repose and free from worry. People of nervous temperament should learn to control them- selves. Learn to sit quietly for a long pertod, and don’t rush ubout, consuming muscular tissue by ments. Eat all you can and as often as you can, avoiding hot things, such as hot bread, and that which is made from the finer grades of flour. Stale bread made of flour containing a portion of the chaff Is far more nutritious than light,’ freshly baked bread. The diet should such articles of food as are largely composed of starch and sugar and oil. Meat in large qvantities should be avoided. All things should be thoroughly cooked, in order that raw material can undergo’ the chemical change that otherwise would have to be done by the stomach. Lastly, sleep as long as you possibly can and as much. These rules and suggestions will soon add all the flesh to your frame that you wan —— The Force of Hubit. From the New York Herald. Force of habit will sometimes lead an | absgnt-minded man into ludicrous actions, | of which he never becomes consctous. A west 79th street gentleman recently afford- ed an amusing Instance of this. Mr. S. is the senior of several partners in a manufacturing business, ts the manag- ing head of the firm and dictates all the correspondence of the house, Position being a standing one, facing the stenographer. Recently for several Sundays Mr. S. has invited the other members of the firm to dinner at his home. Being a deacon in the | church, Mr. 8. always asks a somewhat lengthy blessing, standing, while the others are 1. After the first dinner, one of the junior partners said to another: “Did you hear what S. sald when he finished the blessing? He mumbled some- thing that I couldn't catch.” “Nor I," answered the other. ext Sunday the same thing was repeat- ed, and the curtosity of the younger men having been aroused, it was arranged that ; the next time one of them should get as close as possible to Mr. S., and be on the alert grace. i This was Carried out, and the astonished partner caught In a hurried mumble the surprising ending, “Yours, very truly, EB. L. S., president.” In cases where dandruff, scalp diseases, fallt and grayness = the bair pone ee seulece them, but apply @ proper reux onic Hall's Hatr ieneweh, | reandes- | After | a woman, 1 | was | big hat at the theater ts, unlike Portia | consist of | | | | ner things that upset Rose. If there is one | thing more then another that she detests it is to be called a * Of course she | reseated the term, « orsuifering Jude, | to whom Rose is 1 the apple of her eve, said some crvs: and when I IN THE LAUNDRY Senora Sara Gives Some Practical Suggestions About Ironing. HOW CLOTHES SHOULD BE SPRINKLED The Use of Starch for Bed and Table Linen. VALUE OF F..ESH AIR Written Exclusively for The Evening Star. T WAS THE MORN- ing before Halloween and Rose-in-bloom had the whole house in an uproar. I had given her permission to invite half a dozen of her young girl friends and as many boys to a little Hal- loween frolic. It was to be a frolic in every sense of the word,and I suggested to Rose that she might pos- sibly save sume of the girls spoiled frocks if she would have her big aprons laundered, ready for them to don whea they began to mike dough cakes, and bob for apples, and tcraimble round in dark rooms with “tallow dips.” Rose ts fond of dress, and objects to tak- ing off her tidy school frock as scon as she | gets honte, even though she wants to romp with the dogs and her cats, or work among ner flowe-s. She usually succeeds in mak- ing a mess of herself if*she keeps “dressed up,” however, so I had some big aprons nade for her. They are cut on the princess plan, quite Aigh in the neck, as long as her frocks, and fasten in the back, almost to the bottom, so that they will not fly about in her way. They are sleeveless, I find such aprons tre quite a convenience, and Rose likes t immensely. They are not inartistic if made of soft colored gingham or print, and trimmed with embroidery or and are easily laundered. Through oversight all of the half dozen oiled and were in the wash Tuesday. dude was as cross as a bear. She said vasinate had dun took was hurtin’ powerful bi and she was going to put off the ironing antil after “them chillun” had their party, and that was one of the appeared on the scene Rose had just com- manded Jude to iron her aprons and have them ready for her to inspect as soon as she returned from “Deed, honey y, “kain’t irc I heard Jude lis yer day. an’ ¢aller "s got her jst ha’ter um full, git erlons ‘thout thi | wore me plum’ ter a frazzie, an’ 1 are feel- | in’ mighty no ‘count.” A Rose With Thorns. man for 2 keyno The r presents a] Rese sincere! orry for her hasty words number of pretty ideas in theates bonnets, | and hot temper, while Jude was protesting ee eet eens colfture and undying affection for her “honey rose” and women readers. A quarter | her purpose to iron those aprons at once ard of veivet, a balf yard of lace and | To that I objected. I felt that Rose had The | of black velvet, ermine trimmed. One bon- {I'll have Sara show me how (4 | Pupils “after school” for trivial offenses, | | his favorite for the muttered appendix to the| Rose flew into a passion, and for about five minutes there was a lack of harmony in that kitehen. I managed to heal the dif- ferences, however, and had my repentant made an unreason: ple as well as an_ill- tempered demand, when she knew that Jude wus suffering, and {t seemed to me that she ught to be made responsible for it in some way. She was troubled for a moment, and then she said, brightly: “Jude, 1 was a hateful briar rose just now and stuck you with my thorns, and 1 must be punished. I'll iron those aprons myself, and I'll do them as satin smooth as you, for You have heard of teachers who kept thus punishing themselves two-fold in losing an hour of precious time, while saving the pupil from probable duties at home? Well, I felt something as such a teacher must | feel when Rose announced her method of punishment. 1 had a day full of duties, | planned with regard to the season, and Rose's punishment meant penance for me. | As I had been the cause of its infliction, | however, 1 could not decline to help ner work it out. | “I'll be at home by 2 o'clock,” she said, a3 she turned to leave the kitchen. “Have a good, hot fire and the irons over, there's a dear, and I'll be very good next time.” “But who is to sprinkle the aprons and get things in shape for ironing?" I asked her. “They ain't got no starch in ‘em, nuther,” annouriced Jude. “I laid out to do that this yer mornin’, long of de damp takin’ the | Stareh outen everything I hangs out yist’- ay.” “Can't Jude—* but 1 speedily informed her that Jude couldn't. at she must do it ali herself; so with a long sigh regret that would miss her regular morning walk with Dick and the dogs she went to fish out the aprons and take her son in “starching.” I was really to find that she knew more about than Dorothy, through having life, as Jude puts it. ‘Then, too, I think that Rose | takes more naturally to domestic pursuits than most girls, certainly more to the cull- nary department than Dorothy. Some girls are born with a talent for domestic life, and some detest it from the start, but I think that It is part of a woman's duty to know how to order her own household from a practical, and not theoretical, standpoint. Art of Sprinkling Clothes. Now about ironing. My first introduction to laundry work was when I had to stand | on a stool to reach the basin on the table, unnecessary move- | in which I dabbled out my doll rags, and when dry, ironed them with the little “flat” that I found in the toe of my stocking one Christmas. The maid of all work was pa- tient with me, and many of the things that I used to see her do came back to me in after years, when I had to act as the light- | ning change artist in my own house, and do all my own work. Then, too, more than ever in my life before. I thanked the lucky star that Sent me to a sensible mother. One day, when performing the laundry act on the linen of my doll family, 1 burned my hand from the steam on the dripping wet petticoat, and the maid said: “Law, child, you can't iron things nice If you have them too wet; you must sprinkle them just right, and have your frons just hot enough not to scorch, and then every- thing will go smooth as a whistle.” Rather indefinite directions, and yet they helped me, when the time came to need to use them. There is a great deal in sprin- Kling clothes properly. The white clothes, and light colored ones, such as will not “run,” should be dampened over night, if you wish to iron early in the morning. | Some practice folding down the clothes dl- | rectly from the line, before they have got | quite dry. I don’t like that plan. I like to | have my linen hang in the sun and bleach dry. I sprinkle all the plain unstarched | clothes first, and fold them smoothly in the bottom of the basket, putting all the sheets together, the pillow slips in another pile, towels by themselves, handkerchiefs all folded in a bunch, and so on. To sprinkle | "just right” 1s an art, and it has to be learned by practice. Take a basin of warm water, warm, because it seems to dampen better, and 13 much less liable to give you a cold from having your hand so constantly in icy water. Lift a handful of water high | above the clothes, and filrt {t in a fine spray over the liner The Chinese, fill their mouths with water and spew it over the clothes. There are machines for dampening, but they are not practicable with household | linen. Better have the clothes a little dry than too wet, for wet clothes cool the trons, are apt to smudge tn jroning and are sure to wrinkle unless dried with the tron, which | is @ tedious process. Garments that are not starched should have but little water. Fold the starched clothes on the top of the basket. As to Starching. That is simply a fad of mine to get the starched things, which are the most trou- blesome to iron, out of the way while I am fresh, and less Hable to be fretted if the starch is sticky; then, too, starched things need to be perfectly dry before putting away, and if done the first thing, they are ready to be folded as soon as you have fin- ished, which is of some moment if your house is small, am: you have no room to put your clothes frame in. I do not do, much starching. Starched bed linen is a horror, to my notion, and fine table line should have only a sus- picion of clear. starch in the table cloths. The woman who would put a starched nap- kin on her table would eat potatoes with her knife. Body linen should have but little starch, because it will irritate the flesh, and, best reasgn of all for limited starch- ing, starch rots the clothes and makes them break much quicker. White skirts should have enough stiffening to make them glossy, no more. White skirts that rattle are relegated to the maids of the house. Children’s clothing should be lightly starched; if at all. When your clothes are folded, put a thick cloth over the basket and set it. away out of the dust. Fold your dark colored clothes in the morning, and the stockings as well. Do not turn your stockings right side out—if.they are dark—until you go to put them on, and then you won't be tormented with lint all over them. Always iron. You can tell an un- ironed stocking half a block away. Among your ironing utensils should be a broad ironing board, all of five feet long, made in coffin shape, of hard wood, If pos- sible. The board must be of one solid plank; the sgam between two boards 1s a perfect torment because of Its uneven edges. Then you should have at least six Irons, “some light, some heavy. but my choice would be for seven pound ones, or heavier. A heavy iron will not need as much “bearing on” to make the linen smooth. Keep your trons dry and clean, and, for conscience sake, don't leave them on the stove week in and week out, for that burns all the temper out of them, and they won't hold heat half as well. You will need an fron stand, and a bit of board a foot square, which you will cover fresh each week with a piece of old muslin, to rub your fron on, ff it seems to he rough A niece of beeswax, or white wax, and a tablespoonfal of sait will help iceap your irons smooth. Then, of course, you will want an ironing table beside. The long board is only practicable for skirts and the smaller articles. The table should have a solid pine top. Irons Shonld Be Piping Hot. For a covering for the table and board nothing is better than two thicknesses of old blanket, which should be tacked firmly on the board on the under side, so that there is no chance for it to wrinkle. Never have a seam on the upper side of any of your ironing covers. For the table have the cover large enough so that you can catch it at each corner and pin around it to hold it firmly, For the outside cover an old sheet that has no seams or siits is @s good as anything. This can be removed and folded so as to keep clean, and should be washed frequently. Don't follow the wasteful practice of some, and use one of the good sheets each week, for the fron is sure to scorch it before you are through, and then it will drop into holes. Have the irons piping hot to begin and keep them so. Ore shovel full of coal at a time will keep your fire in excellent iron- ing condition, and the stove will not get stopped up, nor will you then consume a third more coal, which is extremely waste- ful. Never set your iron on a piece unui nu have first tested it on the wax board. If it scorches the muslin on that, it is too hot to put or clothing. Set it on the hearch and take anotaers/In tais way -you save and ceorching. You wiih zeneraily that the wax’ board bit of musit up by the-time you get throu Shake towels and other frit rticles to get the same unitnotted, and iron with a y hand ail woven linen. Iron the ruf- embroicery~ or lace on a garmenié first, the bedy, woing back to the trimming jast thing, if it-seems to be a bit damp. the the If a garmentidres in spots, before you get it ironed, dip a soft clean cloth in warm water and run over the dry spot to dampen it When you go to use the skirt board spr two on three newspapers on th floor, and then.df the skirt toucies it will not get soiled. Iron piilow slips from the closed end toward the hem; the wrinkles noth out better? Fold and fron sheets length then you can save tie b: ironing just half a it, for the other half will be perfecUy..gmooth. Ii is Jof a busy housewife to sav: her ser every bit of unn bor, an] ever the ironing board is a place to begin, Dark colored clothes should be ironed on the wrong side, as the fron makes t shine. Woolen clothes should never have a very hot tron. Sho Be Thoroughly Dried. Have two or three iron holders, so as to change off when one gets hot “cicar throvgh” and threatens to blister the hand. Bed ticking makes good covers fur several thicknesses of nel, and a thickness of leather between the flanne? cut from an old shoe 1s an added pri n. Keep your iron holders clean, and save ugiy marks on the linen, If you have no clothes fr have put up in the kitchen three or four hooks on opposite sides cf the room, ¢ get enough small cotton rope to make two three lines across the Kitchen and far apart, so that the clothes will not touch. Hang the ircned linen over the line, and by the tim? you have finished most’ of it will be ready to fold aw Phen put te line away to keep It clean. Never fold clothes away damp. Fatal illness nas been caused by unaired linen, er stand in ht to iron; it cools your irons, dries ent you are pressing and will give ‘crick” In the back, likely as you rot. As a matter of economy, yeu might do | your bak ting of meat and such other coc requires hot fire on the day A hod of coal seems a little thing tu save, but the: truth in the old Seotch say! ~» “mony mickles mak a muc! and you wiil find it as true in expenditure of strength ¢s in ‘Managing” properly is the secret of success in nisekecy 9 Speaking of man reminds me of how I managed Rose about the aprons. She looked so tired when she got home from school that I ironed them myseif, so I know that it was well done. 5. ORA SARA. > is a great &. A Tall If you have one of the light-weight wools to make into a tailor gown here ts a charm- ing design. In the shaggy camel's hair or boucle cloths ft will be remarkably ele- gant, but in this style the thicker fabrics ss SSN) would make too heayy a garment for com- fort. This gown is in two shades of dark green, With a fleck of black. The garniture is narrow black velvet. The skirt need not be very full, as the overskirt, coming to the bottom of the skirt in the back, gives the effect of fullness. It takes seven yards of 40-inch goods to make a gown like this for a medium-sized woman. i Some Household Hints. Brush ple crust with the white of an egg before putting in the oven and the juice of the fruit will not soak through and make the pastry soggy. If nothing else ts handy, crush up the egg shells and put them in the vinegar bottles with a little water to clear them up. Shake well and it will bring off all the sediment. Clean baking dishes or cups in which custards are baked with a Ittle whiting, just as you would go about polishing silver. One tablespoonful of cornstarch to a tea- cupful of salt will keep it from getting damp in the salt shakers, MOTHER GOOSE CLUB! A Woman's Loyalty to Her Doctor and Dressmaker. THOSE WHO LIVE WIiH UNHAPPINESS Some Feminine Views on the Sub- ject of Kissing. ge MARRIAGE AND GENIUS Written Exclusively for The Evening Star. Te, MEMBERS OF the Mother Goose Club are now wear- ing as a club badge dainty little silver goose quills, with 1894 stamped on them. The idea originated with Mrs. Georgetown Heights, who designed the pins and personally superintended their manufacture. The club members, with the single exception of Mrs. Fin de Siecle, are delighted with the quills, Mrs. de Sle- cle pronounces the design lacking in orig- inality and remarks that the wearing of any sort of badge is distinctly bad taste and is the sort of thing one might expect frem the Ladies and Gents’ Social Club. Mrs. Georgetown Heights has been heard tg say that so long as Frances Willard wears a King’s Daughters’ cross and Lady Henry Somerset a white ribbon, Americans in trade—Mrs. de Siecle’s husband is a dry goods merchant—will net be hurt by a silver gcose feather. These things, however, were not sald openly at the club meeting on Thursday at the Congressman's house. Mrs. George- town Heights came late and brought the pins with her. “I must apelogize for being late,” she said, “but my little girl, you know, was inated not long ago, and is really quite “Who is your doctor?’ asked the Con- gressman’s wife. “Dr. Doseum Dash." “Well, I don’t wonder the child is sick. That man shouldn't doctor a sick cat for aot ‘Oh, but he isn’t a veterinary surgeon,” protested Mrs. Heights. + “Well,” went on the Congressman’s wife, “you'd think he was by the doses he gives. Why, he killed Mrs, Jones, 1 know for a Oldways is the oniy one in town I'd aid the matron in the corner. * exclaimed the woman in the he doesn't Know any- thing. ecle: ‘9 is your doctor, Dr, Blank,” the matron. od he answered He's of the regular Mrs. de Stecle, es. 1 woulan’t chily isn’t. ar school,” put in re all that—the old fo; let an allopathic man touch one of m:; dren, They just dese you to deat Wom: cy Docto The Congressman’s wife was beginning to look a bit nervous, feeling that she had started the discussion, Just then, however, Mirs Pension Bureau opened her volume of Mother Gocse and said: “Well, #ll dcctors are bad, to my way of thinking, but, of course, each of us has the only renable one in town. Mother Goose, however, though she dees not indorse the allopathic school, certainly pokes fun at the theory of homeopathy. She says: “The sa man in our town, And he was wondrcus wise; He jumped into a bramble bush, And scratched out both his eyes; And when he found his eyes were out, With all his might and main, . He jumped into another bush’ And scratched them in again.’ “That is certainly meant to show the ab- surdity of the idea. ‘Similia vimilibus curentui’ Ridiculous, I call it. much <8 her physician and her dress- are the two persons on earth whom a woman will not have abused, it looked for ent as if the meeting were to de- e into a discussion of the relative ashington medical men, Mrs. t End, however, came to the rescue. “I think that Mother Goose believes in the faith cure—or perhaps I should say, the mind cure. I find in this cornection, the following passage: ““Little Tommy Grace had a pain in his face, So bad ‘that he couldn’t say a letter; When in came Johnny Long, singing such a funny seng, That ‘Tommy taughed, much better.” “Tommy's complaint is purely imaginary, and just as soon as Johnny succeeds in taking his mind off it, it vanishes,” “Its barely possible,” said the who has boys of her own, “that 4 complaint was that terrible and mysterious iliness school boys have so often—that comes on about the time they get up, and jasts with frightful severity till just ‘alter and then he felt Ke body smiled at this, but Mrs. West End went on. “Sull, laughter is a great cure. It is un- doubtediy true that low spirits predispose one to disease, and high spirits help one to throw sickness off." s,"" said the weman with a past, “but pirits in themselves a syraptom Now, there's Crosspatch: ““Crosspatch, draw the latch, Sit by the fire and spin. ‘Take a cup, and drink it up, And call the neighbors in.” Selfishness of Girls, “I interpret that to mean that Crosspatch is cross simply because she is not feeling well. She is at just that stage of intoler- able nervousness—we all have felt tt, I'm sure—when ull she wants is to be let alone. ‘The idea of being obliged to talk to visitors or evan to see them drives her wild. But what does she do? Why, she brews a cup of tea, drinks it, and straightway feels able to sea people. ‘That merely xues to show that the mild ‘stimulant of a cup of tea can convert a surly, nervous woman into a companionable being. Another cup for me, please, Mrs. Cong nan.” “I took a very much deeper meayjng for that exquisite little poem,” said the Ad- vancqd Member. “It seems to me you err g orly the materialistic side. Now, spatch fs a Woman to whom sor: row has come. She makes her grief a god, as so many women do. She shuts herself away from the world, to nurse her selfish unhappiness. She will see no one, she Will not live a useful life, she will simply sit Within doors brooding day after day over her grief. At last, however, a change cores over he She begins to realize that she is losing her place in the world—that she is not doing her duty, that she is selfish in her grief. She drains ‘the cup of unhappiness, And determining to forget {t, ‘culls her neighbors in.’ That is to say, she goes back to life, and takes again her rightful place in the world. Owen Meredith says somewhere that it is easy enough to die—to live ts the hard thing. I think any of us who has ever felt a crushing grief realizes this. It is so easy to draw into our own little shells and live with our unhappiness, It is only the courageous woman who puts a cheerful face on and proceeds to live a brave, unsel- jife.” hy, that's a sermon,” said Mrs. Fin de Siecle. “The poem I have doesn't ad- mit of anything of that sort, and yet {t emphasizes a bit of human nature quite as universally true as the selfishness of grief. “A Iittle boy and a little girl Lived in an alley; Said the little boy to the little girl, “Shall 1? Oh, shall 1?” Bald the little girl to the little boy, “What will you do?” Said the little boy to the little girl will kiss you.” “Isn't that the woman of it? Of course, she hasn't the faintest {dea what he means to do, and when he finally proposes she will hang her head and say, ‘Why, Mr. Skaggs, this is so sudden!’ quite as tf she hadn't been working to make him propose for six weeks. No man ever yet surprised a woman with a proposal of marriage. It’s something a woman can see coming days off. Then, too, isn't it just like a man to ask for a kiss? Men never seem to learn that if you want a kiss you must take it and say nothing. A girl is in duty bound to refuse if s! asked, but if she isn’t asked—well, she gets the kiss, and her conscience is perfectly clear. No woman ever yet honestly resented a kis: Power of Mrs. Grundy. There was an outcry of astonishment at this heresy, but Mrs. de Siecle insisted on her point. “You know I'm right, every one of you,” she said, “but you're all so afraid of Mrs. Grundy you daren’t admit it.” “Of course we're afraid of Mrs. Grun¢: said the woman in the btuet hat. *M Grundy is a great power, and it is just a! silly for a woman to defy her as it would be to go out and defy a train of cars. In both cases the woman would be crushed. Mother Goose has the average woman in one of her poems. You ~emember, don't you? It's the old woman who went to market and fell asleep on the way home. A peddier cut off her petticoats and the old woman actually doubted her identity. She decided, however, to go home and see if her dog would know her. “‘Home went the little woman all in the dark. Up got the little dog and he began to bark. He began to bark, and she began to cry, ‘Lauk-a-mercy on me, this is none of 1 “That simply goes to show the lengths Grundy worship may be carried. Lo the average woman whatever is conventional is right. She measures everything by a ccnventional standard, and when thrown suddenly into a strange position she is ut- terly at sea. She can’t imagine herself outside her customary surroundings. She doubts her identity. -She is not adaptable.” interrupted Miss Pension Bureau, “but all that applies just as much to men as to women. Men are conventional in everything—even their vices. A man—well, it there's anything silly it is the way men treat. Just imagfne a woman taking six glasses of ice-cream soda just because half a dozen women she knows happen to be together. And yet if that many men go into a valoon, if one buys drinks for the crowd, everybody else does, too. That's just because it’s conventional. For my part, I think six glasses of ice-cream soda would be far less injurious than six glasses of whisky. For abject terror of Mrs. Grundy commend me to a man.” “My verse is about misunderstood ge- nius,” said the woman, in the tailor-made gown, as she surreptitiously lifted her skirt over the knees to keep it from bagging. ‘Little Polly Flinders sat among the cinders, Warming her pretty little toes; Her mother came and caught her, And whipped her little daughter, For spoiling her nice, new clothes.’ ‘There sits the poet, or painter, or Inven- tor, wrapped in thought, oblivious to his surroundings. And there comes his practi- cal, commonplace family, and because he has not been doing something which the world recognizes as of practical use, and because he has not had a keen eye for his own material advancement, he is soundly berated. The verse might stand for Socra- tes and Xantippe.” Married to a Genius. “Yes, but don’t you think there’s some- thing to be said for Xantippe?” asked the advanced woman from a divan. “The lives of wives of men of genius are tragic. The world hears of the great man’s deeds, but it does not hear of the ruin he brought to his wife's happiness. Xantippe, I dare say, had to endure Socrates’ ways till it warped her disposition. Fancy having a husband who could never be counted on to be on time at dinner. Fancy years of cold soup and overdone steak. Philosophy will not content a woman with seeing her children the shabbiest in the neighborhood, nor will it make her forget the darned spot in the parlor carpet, ov the rent in the last good table cloth. Men of genius are beautiful things. They make life more worth living to those who come after them, but they're the last people on earth one cares to have in one’s family.” “Men of genius ought not to marry,” sug- gested the Congressman’s wife. “I'm glad we've worked around to the inevitable -marriage question,” remarked the motherly looking woman in the rocking chair, “for my poem this afternoon is on the ‘subject of married women as wage- earners. “* “My little old man and I fell out, I'll tell you what "twas all about. I had mon:y, and he had none, And that's the way the noise begun.’ “Now, the family can have but one head. The wage-earner is that head. The mar- ried woman who goes into business is at- tempting to give her family two heads, and that means endless dissension and discord. Nothing lowers a man so much in his own estimation, nothing robs him so much of. his manhood, as the fact that his wife is in business. He gradually lets go, loses am- bition, and the woman who begins by par- tially supporting the family, will end by finding she has the whole family and her husband to boot to support. It upsets the entire economy cf our social system when a married woman goes into business. The married woman's place ts in the home, and when she leaves it for business she is an anomaly. She cannot be classified, she is— well, she’s a colossal mistake.” “I don't agree with you at all,” said the advanced woman. “I think a woman ought to be ashamed to let her husband support her; but I'm not going to stop to discuss it here. I'm to read a paper on the subject before our lyceum tomorrow night, and I invite you all to hear it. It’s one of the question® of the day.” “Well, if it is," whispered Mrs, de Siecle to the tailor-made woman, “I'm not going to run about nights to hear it answered.” “Did you ever hear of anybody whose views were changed by a discussion?” ask- ed the woman with a past. “If a woman thinks a thing, she thinks it, and that’s all there is to it.” “Yes, but it’s just the same with men,” began Miss Pension Bureau, but the meet- ing had already adjourned. ————— THE WRITING WOMAN. A Delightful Comparative Study With the Writing Man, From the Boston Advertiser. When a man writes he wants pomp and circumstance and eternal space from which to draw. If he writes at home he needs a study or a library, and he wants the key lost ard the keyhole pasted over so that nobedy can listurb him. His finished prod- ucts are of much importance to him, and, for a time, he wonders why the planets have not changed their orbits or the sun- shine acquired a new brilliancy because he has written something by a cast-iron meth- od. A woman picks up some scraps of a copy book or the back of a pattern, sharp- ens her pencil with the scissors or gnaws the end sharper. She takes an old geogra- phy, tucks her foot under her, sucks her pencil periodically, and produces litera- ture. She can write with Genevieve pounding cut her exercises on the plano, with Mary buzzing cver her history lesson for tomor- row, Tommy teasing the baby, and the baby pulling the cat's tall. The domestic comes ani goes for directions and supplies, but the course of true love runs on, the lovers woo and win, and the villains kill and die, among the most commonplace sur- roundings. A man’s best efforts, falling short of genius, are apt to be siilted, but the wo- man who writes will often, with the stump of a pencil and amid the distractions above mentioned, produce a tender bit of a poem, a dramatic situation, or a page of descrip- tion that, though critics rave, lives on, travels through the exchanges, and finds a place In the scrapbooks of the men and women who know a good thing when they see it, whether there is a well-known name signed to it or not. The Twenticth Century King. From Youths’ Companion, % No spider preving on his kind, An idler and a parasite; No autocrat of people blind, Ruiing his slaves by right of might. Tm No plaything of a by-gone ag A picture pleasing to the ey Btrotting for one brief hour life A foolish, useless butterity. 1m. But one whose hands are brown with toil, Whose face is tanned by wind and sun, Who beautities and tills the soll, Whose crown by right divine 1s won. Iv. A toler, not a useless drone In the world’s busy hive of men; His scepter is a tool, his throne A symbol, and his sword a pen. v. He wears a laurel wreath for crown, And thronzhout all the land men sing His good deeds, praises and renown— ‘The twentieth century king! —HENRY COYLE. stage, A MIRACLE IN TEXAS, A Marvelous Cure Investigated by the Texas Christian Advocate. The Wonderful Experience of a well-knowa Texan—Suffered Untold Agony—Given up to die—His Recovery Astounds the Medical Professio (From the Texas Christian Advocate.) A special representative of the Texas Christ fan Advocate was detailed to go to Longview and make a full investigation of the reported cure of Herbert E. Spaulding that has created so much talk throughout the State. Arriving at the depot there was no trouble in finding Mr, Spaulding, he being well-known to everybody in that city. After introducing himself the Christian Advocate representative said: “Mr. Spaulding I learn that for years you weres great sufferer, in fact a cripple, and that you were at last cured and by a new discovery in medicine. If you have no objection will you relate your experience?” In reply Mr. Sp:Miding related the following: “About eight years ago while running @ loco- motive I contracted sciatic rheumatism in my left side from my hip down. It came on slow but sure and in a few months 1 lost control entirely of that member, and 4t was just the same as if it was paralyzed, 1 was totally un- able to move out of my room fora year anda half, six months of which time I was bed-rid- den, J tried every remedy suggested, and had regular physichins in constant attendance on me. I was bundled up and sent to Fot Springs where I spent three mouths under the treat- ment 6f the most eminent specialists, all of which did me no good, and I came back from the springs ina worse condition than when I went The physicians at Hot Springs told me that there was no earthly hope for me, which was the same.edict of my doctors at Longview before und after I went to the Springs. I came home and laid flat on my back and suffered the most excruciating agonles, screaming in pain ery time anybody walk@d across the room, he only ease 1 obtained was from the constant use of opiates. After three months of this kind of agony, during which time my entire left leg perished away to the very bone, my at- tention was called toa new remedy called Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People, by Mr. Allison who is now train dispatcher at Texark- ana, and who was relieved of locomotor ataxia of twenty years duration, at his urgent and re- peated solicitation I consented to give them @ trial, after taking a few doses I began to im- prove, Icontinued taking the pills and kept right on improving until I was finally cured, My leg is just the same size as the other one, and Lam sure that Pink Pilis not only cured me but saved my life. The reporter next visited the drug store of Dr. C. H. Stansbury, @ regular physician, @ graduate of one of the medical schools of Ken- tucky, and a man who enjoys the confidence of everybody in Longview. He said “I know that Mr, Spaalding had a terribly se- vere attack of sciatic rheumatism of which I tried tocure him ; used everything known tomy profession in vain, and finally recommended him to go to Hot Springs. He came back from the Springs worse than when he wentandI thought it was only a matter of time until his heart would be affected and he would die. I also know that his cure is the direct result of the use of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills.” “That is rather an unusual statement for a regular physician to make, doctor,” “T know it is, but « fact is a fact, and there are hundreds of people right here in Long view who know that what I say is the trath, I also kvow Mr. Allison and know that he was relieved of a genuine and severe case of locomotor ataxia of twenty yearsstanding. He isa talented old gentleman and is one of the most enthusiastic advocates of Pink Pills.” Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills contain in a con+ densed form, all the elements necessary to give new life and richness to the blood and restore shattered nerves. They arean unfailing specific for such diseases as locomotor ataxia, partial paralysis, St. Vitus’ dance, sclatica, neuralgia, rheumatism, nervous headache, the after effects of la grippe, palpitation of the heart, pale and sallow compiexions, and all forms of weakness either in male or female. Pink Pills are sold by all dealers, or will be sent post paid on receipt of price, (50 cents a box or 6 boxes $2.50—they are never sold in bulk or by the 100) by addressing Dr. Williams’ Medicine Co, = — DELIGHTFUL DRESS REFORM. The Bicycle Rider Will Not Enjoy All the Good Ideas. Persons who have been expecting dress reform somewhat as they are expecting the millennium—roiling in on a golden chariot in a@ cloud of fire, or something equally start- lng—will be surprised some day to be told that it—dress reform, not the millennium—is here. The number of women who wear to- tally different clothes than they were brought up to consider the proper and suit- able women’s wear would amaze if it could be accurately stated. Union underwear and hygienic waists, with no corsets—these are in such common use as to be no longer in. any way unusual. The bicycle has pushed matters a little further. In thelr attempts to design a costume for this exercise many women ,have worked out their own salvi tion in ‘a walking dress as well. Scores of bicycling women shop, travel and walk in their wheel costumes, and nobody sus- pects it. The other day a woman called on a friend to pick her up for a sudden trip to a sub- urb. The friend was found in the most lounging of frocks, and she was implored to basten with her change of dress, or the train desired could not be caught. In less than three min ites she reappeared in the parlor drawing on her gloves and wearing @ most conventional and becoming street costume. She was congratulated on her celerity, and >xplained that it was due to ber gown. “I designed it myself,” she said, “stealing the idea from my daughter's wheel dress, Why should those fortunate bicyclists have everything?” The dress was a skirt, vest and jacket- coat of fine Mack serge. It was apparently the neatest and nattlest of tailor-mades, and was, so far as the exterior went. Sewed into the band of the skirt, part way round and wor. under ft, was a garment which was a cross between a divided skirt and a pair of Turkish trousers. The feet were thrust through these, a band buttoned around the waist, one or two hooks snapped Into place and half the dressing was ac- complished. To finish, the serg@ sleeveless vest was slipped on and buttoned to the throat, the jacket gfollowed, and the tit was done. No skffts were worn benea the dress, a union sult of underwear, with a hygienic waist, forming the rest of the ou! fit. A fine light bone was set around the bottom of the skirt, which heid it out to the modish flare, and to the most critical observer the costume was only conspicuous by its general smart effect. “My daughter,” further expounded its designer, “has a string on a set of tapes to lower or raise her skirt at will, as she ts mounted or walking. ‘You will not want that,’ she said. ‘But I shall,’ was my re- ply.’ ‘I burden myself with carrying my skirt whe» It is wet: why may not J share your convenience?’ So on a rainy day my skirt clears the ground without any exe tion on my part beyond the first adjus' ment of the string. Nobody suspects it finished the woman, as the two hurried on their way, “but this Is dress reform, pure and simple, and it is delightful. i Transplanting Sponges. From the Cincinnati Enquirer. “Sponges will probably be cheaper in the near future,” said R. C. Kingsley. “Re- cently it has been iscovered that these an- imals will grow and flourish when cut up into slips and transplanted. This brings up the old question as to whether sponges are vegetable or animal, and may result Im overturning the old-time verdict that they ure a lower order of animal life and not vegetable. However this may be, the sponge beds can be increased indefinitely by simply planting small pieces of them, which grow rapidly.” ~ sos n Astonished Tammany Man. From the New York Sun, ' “You are charged with having voted five times in one day,” sald the judge, sternly. “I am charged, am I?” repeated the pris- oner. “That's mighty odd. I expected to be paid for it.”