Evening Star Newspaper, June 1, 1895, Page 18

18 THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, JUNE 1, 1895-TWENTY PAGES. PIPPETTE'S EMANCIPATION ee BY EDWARD MARSHALL. ——— (Copyright, 1895, by Bacheller, Johnson & Bacheller.) Pippette was emancipated. To be sure, she did not wear knickerbockers and she could not vete, but her emancipation was complete. The New Woman has not de- veloped in the Italian colony that inhabits Mott street barracks, opposite the police headquarters building, but the emancipat- ed maiden was making up a bed in the single light room of one of the tenements on the top floor, with a heart as happy as her fingers were deft. She was undoubtedly beautiful, despite her decorative effect. Her blood-red hand- kerchief, be it drawn never so tight over her smooth, parted hair, could not spoil the saintly oval of her olive face—saintly de- spite the fact that she was the belle of Little Ttaly; her short, coarse skirt only heightened the daintiness of her trim, brown ankles, although they rose from gheap pattens, not too clean; the broken uttonholes in her waist might have seem- ed slovenly to the captious,.but to the seeker after lcveliness—au naturel—they must be regarded with gratified admiration because of their native revelations, and, although Pietro sat within two yards of her, smoking his pipe of gloom and bad tobacco, Pippette did not care. She was the belle of Little Italy, and in Little Italy conventionality goes a-begging, although virtue holds high place. (i have heard it whispered.that in speaking of some places this statement may truthfully be reversed.) But all of this is by the way.,It has othing to do with Pippette’s emancipa- jon. It was Pietro who had brought that bout, and it was Pietro who had suffered y its ‘In ‘the bare brick bullding, five grimy stories high, punctured by many staring windows, and fed black doorways every twenty feet or so, leve and hate, mirth and misery, rus high. When Neapolitans come to Gotham, they not only die faster than any other race in New York city, but they live faster, too. America throws Italians off their balance In Italy they drink soft wines; ir America, slum whisky. When they gamble here it is not for the pleasant fun they knew at home, it is with greed Pletro Sat Within Two Yards of Her Smoking. that makes eyes beady and breathing quick, that makes stilettos flash and some- times takes a life. If I were writing so- ciology and not romance,-I might explain that Italans came here for one thing— money; that the moment they leave the Bteamer’s gapgplank they are money’ mad. ‘That their lives here are either full of wild |+ work or on idleness so frugal that it eats three cents c day—no more. The very food that nourished them at home—maccaroni and fruit—overripe here—helps raise their death rate. That, im fact, of all races that of southern Italy is least fitted to cope with American: ways, American cli- mate, Americans, America. But I am not Writing sociology, I am writing the tale of Pippette. The only smile in the room was hers. Indeed, while her face broke into the mer- Tiest of ripples as she pulled and patted at the soft, gaudy pile of bedding, not only was Pietro sad and solemn, but Pippette’s bent and crony mother, working at the Washtub down in the court between the front and the rear tenements, her father sweeping streets away uptown, and Pietro’s parents in their abiding places, were sad and gloomy too, and all because of Pip- pette’s emancipation. It all grew cut of hot Naples_ love, brought over seas successfully, and a Naples custom that could not be transplanted. It should be understood that in Naples mar- rying and giving in marriage are conducted on a basis different from that of the Amer- ican matrimonial. institution. Pippette and Pietro were tiny children when the alliance was arranged, and ¢eftain financial matters with it. Pietro grew to the manhood of twenty-one and Pippette to the Italian wo- manhood of thirteerr wi other thought. When the two famillageame ‘over to Amer- ica it was wnderstood that the ceremony would-be delayed but for“a“Short time after they reached this_land of gold, and both were well content. The-.plan was all right, the money was all right, even the affection was all right. But no one had taken into consideration the effect of America’s inde- pendent atmosphere, Pippette would never have been affected by it in Little Italy. But she went as nurse for a month in the family of one of the queer little Italian bankers who had been in America a long time, and there she learned progressive lessons. Of course, she told of her engagement, and how ft had all been arranged when she was a little child. At once her mistress’ hands went up in herror. It was wrong that in America a girl should be forced to marry a man her pa- rents had selected. That was not the way those things were done on this side of the ocean. Here girls selected their own sweet- hearts, and parents were not consulted. They ried the men they loved, not the men with whose parents their fathers and their mothers could make the best financial Pla If Pippette did not-love Pietro she ought not to marry him. Now, before that ft had never occurred to Pippette that she was being forced to mar- ry; it had never seemed unjust that her parents should arrange the match; she had never for a moment doubted that she loved ‘The Doctor Came, Pietro. But the knowledge gained in that short month changed the whole aspect of affairs to her. Plainly she saw the inju: tice of it all; plainly she saw the deep-laid plot to steal away her brand-new inde- pendent spirit; plainly she saw the outrage offered to her womanhood. sht by night when she went home she treated’ Pietro less lovingly. Night by night she grew more gloomy and more silent in h parents’ presence. Hér mouth, that din the past been ever smiling, drooj and quivered. She wept at night, and woke red i. The merry girl changed into a maiden of most sorrowful and sullen mien. Both parents and Pietro were amazed. Not guessing the real cause of her griev- not knowing that she even had a nee, they decided that she was Ill. iped her, all five, and held a tation. }Vhen the month's end came y told her that she need not go out to tend the banker's children any more, that she need do no work at all, that if she did they would have to try a doctor. {ppette submitted after protest, because she assumed that to be cut off from her new-found friend was another piece. of tyr- anny. She was a double martyr for a week, while her family and lover worried and wondered at the change tn her. When the doctor came—a fus: haired [talian—She told him nothing of her trouble, only sitting Silent while he wisely shook his head and figured out a pill. After he had gone away she wept quietly for hours, refused to see Pietro and turned her head toward the tenement’s wall when her mother spoke to her. The next morning, after a night which was most miserable for every one coi ferred. che declnred her intention of going greasy- hind her five of the most thoroughly puz- zled Italians in New York. Pietro almost wept. Her mother was in acute distress. Her father swore softly_in his native tongue, but not at her.~Pietro’s parents called ardently upon the Holy, Virgin to witness that the girl had been bewitched. When Pippette found the banker’s wife she poured out her woe. z “But if you do not want to marry the young man, simply do not marry him,” ad- ised that Americanized signora. ‘Oh, alas! but it is that they will force “I shall go away and see you never any more.” me to!’ exclaimed Pippette, with de- spair, which she had really learned to feel as an actress felt her part. “A thousand million tortures will they inflict upon me if I thwart their wills of iron!” She had succeeded in bringing herself to belleve that she was terribly abused. “Torture you!” remarked the progressive banker’s wife, staccato. Torture you! Not in America can they do that. Not here! Go! Defy them! Should they still demand your marriage to this beast’’—the banker's wife, full of romance, had conjured up in her mind a humpbacked and squint-eyed Pietro, with a leer—‘“should they still de- mand your marriage to this beast, defy them again, and then send for me. “But how can I send for you? sobbed Pippette. “Suppose I am confined or tied by my hair or beaten?” S It will be observed that she had imagina- tion. “Then, said the banker’s wife, with grandeur, “then we shall rescue you! It is an alderman who is my husband's friend, and in New York—blessed Virgin Mary!—an alderman can do Very much.” In all her life she had never had anything fill her with such delightful romantic indignation. To Pippette the title alderman meant onfy something which must be very grand. She finally planned with the banker's wife to go home bo #iy,and when that very day, as she assured her friend they would, her wicked relatives tried to force her to sub- mit to the sacrifice of herself upon the altar of old world oppression she would boldly defy them. Then she declared that she would, without doubt, be confined in the front room of the tenement, where it would be the Intention of her parents to starve her or beat her or otherwise force her into obedience. But, no! She would casually hang her bright red petticoat out of the window, and the banker’s wife, who would be watching, would notify the alder- man, who would notify the police, or, if they were not strong endugh to overcome the plotting foreigners, the mayor. The banker's wife went on with great enthusi- asm, and stated that sooner than permit such a wicked old world conspiracy to be earried out in free America, the mayor would go to the President of the United States, if need be, and he would call out the standing army with its guns, and the navy with @s ships. Oh! the banker's wife had never so thoroughly enjoyed herself in her whole life before. And Pippette, when she walked home, had a head full of visions of ranks of armed men, each a hero, and each with a black feather plume in the side of his hat (like an Italian sol- ier), marching down Mott street and bravely fighting a great mob made up of her relatives and their friends, all willing to shed their last drop of red. red blood in order to force her to marry Pietro against her will. So she flounced home and up to the rooms in the fifth story. The miserable five who thought her to be strangely dll. were all waiting for her, amd: all“anxious.to know that the visit to the banker’s wife had not hurt her most delicate and precious health. They set up a chorus of rejoicing when they saw how red her.cheeks were (with excitement) and how her eyes sparkled (because of the romantic thoughts behind them). But she quelled this with a quickly arsumed tragic air, which threw them into a rew worry. In a few moments, after they had, with frightened: solfcttude, tried again to leara what ailed the girl, she told them. For the first time she explained the secret of her mysterious melady.. Striding to the center cf the room, as a tragedy queen might take-thecenter of the stage, she declared: ee “I will-not marry him. ‘Torture me, lock me up, tie my hands, abuse me and mal- treat me as you will—I will not marry him They looked at her in stupefied amaze- ment. At first they did not understand, but wher she pointed her finger at Pietro and exclaimed: “It is you and your abet- tors whom I defy! In Italy, yes, you could ferce me to become your wife. You couid buy me with your gold. You could take me and I could not resist. But in America, no! It is no that I say! No! No! No! No! I r-r-ref-fuse! I WILL NOT!” The word amazement but poorly describes the feelings of her audience. Not one of them had ever befere for a moment sup- pesed that she objected to marrying Pietro. It had never even been a matter of com- ment. The plan had been as much a part cf their simple lives as the day and the night had been. They concertedly gasped in horror. She assumed that this was the first move of coming battle, and, backing slowly into the front room, exclaimed: “Yes! Yes! Kill me! Tear me limb from limb! But first let me tell the tale that I have protectors!” She unpinned her red petticoat and slip- ped it off quickly, without once removing her eyes from their faces, and with a de- licicus revelation of well-rounded calves below the shorter skirt underneath, which no cne noticed. “I have but to wave this petticoat from the window, and my friend, the banker's wife, will come with an alderman, who vill bring the police and the mayor and the president of the kingdom, and the army, vith guns and great ghips, which shoot vast fron balls! Oh, I am ready! I have pretectors! I defy you all!” Pippette, half conscious of the nonsense of it, was still conscious of the sensation she was creating, and enjoyed it from the bottem of her romantic heart. No one threatened her, but she waved her red petticoat from the window, and was some- what disappointed to find that only the little banker and a fat Irishman responded. The banker's wife had told the story to her husband, with many variations and addi- tions, and the alderman, willing to believe anything of Italians, was really prepared for great things. He attributed the sub- missive and puzzled attitude of the five swerthy persons whom he met to their craft, and impressively warned them. “Here now! Here now!” he commanded. “Nene o” that owver here in Ameriky, you bleody dagoes! The goirl is free to ma any one she loikes. Don't let me hear any more of coer-r-rcion, cr Oi'll have the police ahfther yez. Moind now phwat Oi say!” and he left majestically. After he had gone, the little group—all of them except Pippette—broke into tears. They had begun to understand that Pip- pette had, for some unaccountable reason, decided not to marry Pietro, and were filled with woe. And, worse than that, they saw that she looked upon all of them —who worshiped her, each one—with fear and defiance. This was crushing Finally, unhappy and dismayed, they held a co and decided that all should withdraw pt Pietro, who was to re- main with Pippette and try to make his at least, to get at the boitom cf h tery. Just before they went away Pippette’s father went up to her with such gentleness as a man who sweeps the streets €an assume and said: “Bambino—carissima—it wish you to wed do not for him feel love. for you f is not that we ietro if it Is that you It is that we all 1 love most much and that we do greatly feel that you have an illnes of the mind. But it Is for you to say. It is that we shall die of the grief if you ved Pietro not—but yes, caramba!—it is for you to say. Bambino carissima, it Is that it is for you to say Pippette was emancipated. her point. Her wicked relat to the freedom of America. But had not the miserable Pietro permit- ted his hot blood and sore heart to run away with him and induce him to bitterly reproach her she would still have been unhappy. With her parents and his the plan had not worked as she had thought it would. Her father's real grief had kn ed hard on the door of her silly little heart and almost opened it. Instead of rage and he had won -s had bowed tcrtura, gonticness and simple love had ther. it was discen ng to a maiden wished to be the heroine of such a romance as the banker’s wife had read in books. But Pietro’s gloom, lit by flashes of hot anger as often as it was by throes of great grief, was better. She enjoyed it. It made her feel most important. It was while she was alone with him, after her parents and his had gone, that he sat smoking his pipe of gloom and bad tobacco, suffering keenly, while she smiled and made a bed with a heart as happy in its sensational triumph over a difficulty which she had created but to overcome, as her fingers were deft. For half an hour this was most delicious. The hated lover sat and alternately cursed and pleaded, while she, safe in the knowl- edge of the alderman and the mayor and the police and the President and the army and the navy, scorned him and refused to permit him to even so much as touch her hand. It would have been a little pleas- anter if he had fiercely rushed upon her and, seizing her, compelled her to scream for help, and it was a little hard to keep the sorrowful faces of Her parents out of her mind, but she made the best of what she had and enjoyed it all. She was eman- cipated! But presently Pietro changed his tone in a way which she had not calculated upon. Majestically, he rose, and the plead- ing in his face changed to scorn. “Very well,” he declared. “Very well. Let what is be as it is. I go. There are in the sea many good fish, of which cre fish is but one fish. There are others than you and of them I can catch. Adieu, Pip- pette! I go to marry the green grocer’s lovely daughter, whose eyes are soft as the depths of a well, whose smile is bright as the skies of Naples and who has long looked upon me out of the corners of her eyes. Adieu! I go!’ Heavens, here was an impossibility comé true! While yet in dismayed discomfiture she was trying to contemplate it, Pietro stalked away. Pippette sat down, limp and nerveless. She thought of that horrid grocer’s daugh- ter with disgust. Yet, yes, she had eyes which some might think pretty, and she was always smiling in order to show her white teeth—the bold thing! But Pietro! She had thought him to have more self- respect! He ought to be filled with shame. This was outrageous and incredible. She had been sitting there five minutes, overwhelmed by this new turn. It was not at all romantic. None of the banker's wife’s predictions had included such a contingency as this. And Pietro had look- ed so handsome as he left the room! She was aroused from her bitter reflec- tions by his return. Instantly she strug- gled to regain her lost ground. “Oh, you have to me comeback,” she said promptly. ‘‘Well, return to your daughter of the green grocer. I for you can find no usefulness in my heart. She will rot have you; but go to her.” Piletro’s brow was lowering, and _ his keight was niasterful. She stopped as he looked at her, for there was a command a his eye which she had never seen be- ‘cre. Enough! It is enough,” he said slow! “Keep silence while I speak. The gr cer’s daughter can wait. I speak, and I wish to be answered and with truth. At- is, too, was new, but it was Interesting and pleasant. There was tragedy in Pie- tro's tones, and Pippette was willing to accept tragedy in leu of romance, if only Pietro would keep away from the grocer’s Gaughter. “I was about to leave this house,” Pie- tra centinued impressively, “but paused at the threshold to say good-day to neighbors. I was greeted with ridicule and laughter by those who have heard the truth—the truth that you, whom I kave loved and was to marry, had cast me from you and called upon an alderman for protection against me. Their sport cut me like knives, but I said nothing, for it was truth. But then Luigf Rossi—he that lives in the tene- ment in the rear—spoke up, and with leer- ing laughter declared that he knew the reason why, declared that it was because you loved him, and had recently promised to marry him, that you had cast me from ycu.” Pietro paused, and Pippette rejoiced again. Here was more romance after all. Ch! If Pietro and Luigi would only fight! Would that not be glorious? What greater tinction could come to a maiden than to have two men fight over her. “I did not kill him then,” Pietro continued, “because I did not know whether or not he was lying. Now, I ask you if he was lying. If he was he shall die, or I shall die. We both have our stilettos, and they are ever ready. Whichever {is the worst fighter shall die, and that at once. But if he told the truth, then I shall not fight him. I shall go away and see you never any more. An- swer. Did he lie Pippette was.in her element again. This was most delicious of all. The whole street would talk about her, and tell about her beauty if these two handscme men fought over her. She answered quickly: “It was not the truth he told. Luigi Rossi is a handsome man, and he is my friend and I like him and may marry him. But I have not promised to. Pietro’s face grew darker. She had added venom to his rage by saying that she liked Luigi, and might marry him. She made it maddening when she adde “But I would warn you not to fight him. The Sight Might Well Have Turned Her Heart Cold. He would cut you into little pieces and kill you quick!” ‘That was the last straw. Pietro was not a coward, nor was he a weak man. To have the woman he loved intimate that Luigi Rossi could beat him in a fight was more than he could bear. It was like a scene in a melodrama when he turned and, raising his hand, shouted: “It is false! It is an insult! You shall see! I go! I go! I shall kill him—dead. And you, I shall never look upon again! Adieu! Adieu!” With that he turned, with flaming eyes and every muscle quivering with rage. His hand, quick as lightning, had already drawn the stiletto which is ever conven- ient. Without another glance at her he rushed through the door, and in an instant she heard him jumping down stairs in great leaps. Her gratified vanity ended that second. Scddenly she saw the whole thing in its dreadful, real life aspect. The banker's wife's story book romances were instantly forgotten. She remembered only that she loved Pietro, and that she had sent hi into deadly peril. She forgot that she v emancipated. She did not want to be emancipated. Like kinetoscope _ flashes, pictures gleamed in her mind of Luigi plunging his long, slender dagger into Pie. tro’s heart. Then she saw Pietro kill Luigi, and afterward saw the murderer dragged away to execution. She could see no as- pect which did not mean death for Pietro! Death for her Pietro! Her handsome, brave, loving and adorable Pietro! For a mement she crouched, shaking in a chair, with her skirt over her head, swept by ab- Ject terror at what her silliness had set afoot. Then, like lightning, she sprang up and screaming, ‘Pietro! Pietro! Stop him! Stop him! Tell him that I, Pippette, am coming!” hed through the door and down the stairs. When she reached the bottom she saw people hurrying through the hall, ba toward the course. The great tenement was all aroused. A mumur of many excited voices ye to her ears, and she almost fainted from fear. She had come too late, she thought, too late! too late! But, recovering herself, she again sped like the wind to save Pietro. Into the court she dashedastill screaming. There the sight might well have turned her heart cold. As she entered the two men just ouching, not six feet sepa: them, ready to spring upon each othe} Glittering knives were in_ their hands, and she read excitement and horror in the faces of the Italians, who formed a little ring about them. Italians never inter- fere in an affair of that sort. It wa ed s that ring of spectators that delay- Pipette. She could not force her way O% it until the men had, with fierce like wild beasts, met, ggling with murder in their hearts. it at that moment she reached them. Her strength at this crisis was tremendous. How she stopped Luigi's descending dagger vith her plump little arm, she does not ow row, nor how she turned Pietro's and were blow aside. She only knows that she did stop the one and turm the other; and that she forced ‘herself between the men and clung to Pietro’s brawny, brown neck with loving arms, swearing that she worshiped him, and him alone; and that she had been a wicked, wicked girl. Two bright-eyed,’ brown-skinned Italian ‘babies are now, thrée years later, proof positive that Pippette did not change again. The very next day she and Pietro were married by the same alderman who had protected her. Mey So this is the tale of the end as well as the beginning of Pippette’s Emancipation. — FISHERMEN’S SUPERSTITIONS. Light on Some of.the Mysteries of the i Inhabitanta:of the Deep. From the Fishing Gazette, The legends, quaint: customs and superst!- tions connected with fish and fishing are many and curious. Ask a Scandinavian why salmon are red and have such fine tails. You will be told that the ruddy color of the flesh is due to the fact that when heaven was on fire the gods threw the flames into the water and the salmon swal- lowed them. The delicacy of the salmon’s tail is explained by the story that Loki, when the angry gods pursued him, turned himself into a salmon. He would Rave es- caped if Thor had not caught him by the tail. Salmons have had their tails fine and thin ever since. Why are soles, plaice and other flat fish brown on one side and white on the other? The Arabs of upper Egypt give an ex planation which no one can hesitate to ac- cept. One day, they tell you, Moses, the Israelitish lawgiver, was frying a fish—we all know the Jews are fond of fried fish, and they cook it splendidly. Moses, how- ever, had only cooked his fish on one side, when the fire went out, and so he angrily threw the half-cooked fish into the sea. Although half-broiled, it came to life again, and its descendants—all the flatfish—have preserved today the peculiar appearance of their half-cooked ancestor, being white on one side and brown on the other. Why do haddocks carry those peculiar Dlack “finger marks” near the head? Some tell us that they are a memento of the pressure of St. Peter’s fingers when he went fishing for the tribute money. On the Yorkshire coast they say the devil once de- termined to build a bridge at Filey. His satanic majesty did not start the bridge for the convenience of the people, but for the destruction of ships and sailors, and the annoyance of fishermen in genetal. In the progress of the work Old Nick dropped his hammer into the sea. Snatching at it hastily, he caught a haddock, and all had- docks carry~the imprint of his black fin- gers to ‘this day. Fishermen have queer customs. A few years ago the fishermen of Preston, Lan- cashire, used actually to go fishing on Sun- day. It seems incredible, but they did. A clergyman of the town used to preach against this Sabbath desecration, and pray that they might catch no fish, And they did not. But they found out how to make his prayers of no avail. The fishermen used to make a little effigy of thé parson in rags, and put this small “guy” up their chimneys. When his reverence was slowly smoked and consumed the fish bit—like enything. + The fishermen of.the Isle of Man always feel safe from storm and disasteyif they have a dead wren on board. They have a tradition@hat at one time an evil sea spirit always haunted the herring pack and was always attended by, storms. The spirit as- sumed many forms., At last it took the shape of a wren ahd flew away. If the fishermen have ne wren with then they are certain tha? all will be safe and snug. On the Norfolk @fast they think that fleas and fish come jtogether. An old fish- erman near Crometwas heard to say: “Times is that you might look In my flannel shirt and see poly #’ flea—and then there ain't but a werry fe¥ herrings; but times there are when my?shirt’s alive with ‘em, and then there's sirtin to be a sight o° fish.” Flannel-shirtéd anglers, please note. Shockin& it is to‘ he compelled to state that many fishing superstitions are ungal- lantly directed against the ladies. Over against Ross there 48 the island of Lewis, sixty miles in length.’ In this isle there is but one fresh river.’ “Fish abound there in plenty,” but only let’ woman wade in the stream, and not # salmon will be Seen there for at least tyetve months, There is a song about: “Biiza’s Tootsies?’ but the immortal lyric does hot explain why they should frighten the fish. I belleve the ladies deny the allegation in toto. In the south of Ireland an angler proceeding to fish declares he will have no luck if he is asked where he is going to, if he sees a magpie, or “if he is so unfortunate as to meet a woman.” ——+e+______ THE SQUIRREL PEST. The Northwestern Farmers Have a Serious Fight Against It. From the Arizonian. It has been the hope and prayer of all farmers in the southern and western parts of Whitman county for several years past that some kind of a contagious disease would break out or could be inoculated in- to the troublesome ground squirrel. Several attempts have been made to breed some kind of a disease among them, but all seem to have been unsuccessful. In view cf these numerous unsuccessful attempts and the interest taken In the mat- ‘ter, considerable comment was caused a few days ago by the report coming from near Penawawa that there was some kind of disease which was killing the pests in large numbers, and the country might hope to be free from their devastating ravages. A Spokesman-Review correspondent has made an extensive trip through the infest- ed district in order to investigate the au- thenticity of the reports and the extent to which the disease is proving fatal. There seems to be no doubt that there is a con- tagion among them, which is proving fatal to a few, though not to the extent that has been represented. The first effect on the animals is to make them dumpy and stu- pid, then scabs cr sores appear on the body of the animal, and soon they lose the use of their hind parts and are barely able to get around. Very few dead squirrels were found, but the animals seem to be less nu- merous than they were a few weeks ago. This decrease in numbers is explained by some observers by the fact that the fe- males have gone in their holes to have their young, but it has also been noticed In districts where the young squirrels are old enough to get out of the holes. Al- ready preparations are being made to spread the disease. Inquiries come from all over the country concerning the authen- ticity of the reports and the effect it is having to decrease the numbers and rav- ages of the pests. But while the farmers are anxiously watching the outcome of the infection they are by no means idle in aiding nature to destroy their enemy. Traps, guns, bombs and all kinds of poisons are used in aid of their destruction. One Colfax firm ‘has al- ready sold over 500 ounces of strychnine, and other poisons in proportion. Arsenic seems to be springijg into favor as a de- stroyer, but some Who have been experi- menting with it report rather unfavorably. Since the success of the w tern one-third of this county depends almost entirely on the discovery of some method which will promptly and effectively exterminate these mischievous little animals, all new sug- gestions to that end, are thankfully re- ceived and given a fair trial. In Spokane county 500 patent bembs for the extermina- tion of squirrels have been received by the county commissioners for distribution among the farmers... vs Through.a Brick. From the Toledo Bladex'\’ “You wouldn't hav relieved it possible to blow out a candle flame thréugh a brick- bat,” remarked a felebrated physician whose penchant iste give scientific re- search a practical bea¥ing. “It can be done, however, and it illustrates the all-pervasive qualities of air, Most rooms are large- ly ventilated through their walls, and the brick and mortar are merely very rudimen- tary lungs, which take in and throw out the atmosphere with little hindrance. “You may try the experiment yourself. Place a candle on the other side of your brick and use two funnels, with the flar- ing ends on the opposite side of the brick- bat, with the small end of one in line with your mouth and the small end of the other trained on the candle flame. The least breath will make the light flicker and a hearty expiration will extinguish it alto- gether. Try it and see. ——__+e-+ Poor Zagelest From Life. Jinks—“For a professional humorist, Mr. Zaggles looks remarkably sad-eyed and melancholy. Binks—“‘Yes; you see everyone who has children iasists upon telling him all the smart little things they say, in the hope he will put them in the papers.” ~ The Physicians of America Is For For Il [Ps Is s Is For Dr. E. F. Newton of 124 Huntington avenue, Boston, Mass., writes as follows: “I think the for- mula of Ripans Tabules an exceptionably good one and a good deal more to the point and better than many written by so-called very professional doc- tors, wko claim that nothing is orthodox but their own. I am always ready to get poluts from any source."” Rhubarl Ipecac Peppermint = Nux V omica Soda Dr. W. Coy of Boston writes as follows: “I am Very much in sympathy with such a combination, and ehall" use them in my practice. I am in the habit of using such mixture with the Nux Vomica and Aloes omitted, but think the Tabules a ée- cided improvement upon my cqmbination."* Ripans, 50c. Box, All rrAre_the most trusted clars of professional men in the world. The physician of @ family is looked Upon_as its best friend. His advice is even Sought in matters pertaining to other than medical things, but he is especially ertrusted with the duty of secing that the family is healthy and the children are properly nurtured. American physi« clans are, as a class, very conservative in putting the stamp of their approval upon any Medicine Shich comes under the head known as ready-made or_patent preparations. The great responsibility, Which rests upon thelr shoulders leads them to in« yYestigate very carefully every remedy théy ad- minister, to see that it is perfectly harmless and Bill_accomplich the desired results, and they can- Rot_be too careful in this respect. The fact that the leading physicians of America have carefally, examined the formula of Ripans Tabules and have Pronounced them the best remedy for indigestion, headache, dizziness_and other ail- —<—S ments of the stomach and bowels that could pos- sibly_be prescribed is the best ergument in the World for their use. The formula of Ripans Tabules is _public to all. It 1s good enough to show up be- fore the light of public criticism or commendation, end the immense sale of these Tabules and the &rea* good they are doing shows that it has been “PUBLIC COMMENDATION." We have many tes timonials from the leading physicians of America, Bhich_ are especially valuable and interesting be cause they are written by men who “live in medi« cine."" am indeed very much pleased with my ere perience with Kipans Tabules. I bare a customer in Portland, Me., to whom I gave a small vial to trs. ‘This customer had two physicians steadily, for a long time, treating his wife for dyspensia, and the Tabules were the only things that did any, good.”” Dr. Dam, Columbus avenue, Boston, Mass, Drug gists. If You Are Suffering from any irritating, disfiguring humor or eruption such as Pimples, Blotches, Blackheads, Ring Worm, Tetter, Eczema, Salt Rheum, Prickly Heat or Itching Piles, rou can be speedily and per- manently cured by using Foster’s German Army and Navy Cure. A positive remedy for all skin diseases, and insuring a bright, clear, healthy com- plexion. 50 CENTS PER BOX AT DRUG STORES, Foster Medicine Co., Baltimore, Md. 42d12r-2 oOo: DIISSOSCFO00909 00090000 900006005-009 FOOOCOO POOPESOSOSOHSSTESIEOSF GOOD = oO — + ; = 3 $“White Mountain” 3 : Cream Freezers ill freeze cream in 4 min- Well made, convenient to use _and DURABLE. 7$1.50 up. 1 ut. to 50. “The Eddy” :Refrigerators —have NO EQUAL. 500,000 families use them—and this number is belng added to EVERY day. LF'$5.85 up, according to size. Great ice savers. See them be- fore you buy. @ a4 3M. W. Beveridge, $1215 F St. and 1214 G St. Sror: . PORCELAIN, GLASS, ETC. AAAASAAS DIS OSS SSSI SOS SES SS. WATER COOLERS. ** We are underselling them all, and yet * © * © giving you better coolers. For’ instance, we are sel'ing a Porcelain-lined Water * Cooler (444-at. size), ~: FOR $1.75 —and the identical cooler is advertised elsewhere as a bargain at $1.95—and others no doubt ask more. Every Cooler we sell is porcelain lined —no galvanized fron lined coolers. Big- est_line, best line, and lowest prices— * * + $175 to’ $2 Wiimarth & Edmonston, Crockery, &c., 1205 Pa. Ave. my29-34d 1 1 1 1 4s buying Palm O11 Soap. Did you ever try it? Made of Pure Palm Oil and Soda—the healthiest Toilet Soap | in existence. A whole windowful at 10c. cake; 3 cakes for 25c. 9O9OO00604 000064: ©, a ee eeene Ogram’ 1211 Pa. ave. and 17th and H sts. n.w. my29-24d TWO DRUG STORES, so You householders ard housekeepers cannot afford to submit to this heat Pay for coal to make {t worse until have first called on C.A.Muddiman,614 12th St. Expert in Gas Goods. 2-burner Gas Stove...... 8-burner Gas Stuve. $2.75 Gas Ranges...... -$13,00-$18.00 $18.00-$19.00 $20.00 set up. Gas is the cheapest fuel. We know it. There 1s no waste. Our customers know it, any31-484 Don’t Put Off PURCHASING YOUR ICE PITCHER We have a full assortment of plate Porcelain-lined Ditchers—, CU87uple- Not the cheapest, but the BEST to be me, ise Goldsmith’s, 911 PA. AVE. my27-284 Bargains In Long Hair Switches. $2.50. Formerly $5.00. $4.50. Formerly $6.50. $6.50. Formerly $10.50. - €7Halr Dressing, Cutting, Shampooing, at S. HELLER’S, 720 7th Street N.W. mb21-20d PAAAsseaennenemnmnsarananag {Very Finest Imported SARDINES, | {24 IN A BOX : c. bx. iB 4 ¢CHOICEST QUALITY, {PACKED iN BEST OLIVE OIL, —> a TIf , Delicious eating, and of the ex- * actly same quality for which »| asked 10 pay 30c. elsewhere. For | { plenics, lunches, &e.—they're unsur- > ; passed.” 2 > { at ALASKA SALMON, fust recetved , unusually cholce lot"—we' { poor sat hoice lot—we'll sell at > 4{(CALIFORNIA WINE AND FRUIT Co., , { 1205 G ST. N.W. Ferd. Schneider, Mgr. 21-284 if 3 fre the sole agents in this District for the celebrated CONCORD HARN It's the sign of perfection In hess when You sce. stamped in the leather the words— my31-16d Partings Are Sad! You can delay parting with a favorite sarment f any description by. having It repaired by th eghcad *UNIVERSAL. “MENDING CO., * ap6-7a Hoom 4, 1114-1116 B st. A good thing in good season. ‘Tomorrow we place on. sale 75 doze ha dtum and Extra Long Walet hee 2S Summer Corsets, made of im- ge & ported net, 2 side steels and I every pair guaranteed. Only... > Also, 50. dozen of the Famous J. B."% Summer Corsets, extra long waist. Good value-at Tic. Ev- OC. ery pate guaranteed: Only... OC. XCLUSIVELY”” Corset G00! CORSETS EXCLUSIVELY.” “4 a HOWARD’S, — CORSET F NEXT TO 1003 St. STORE, * BOSTON HOUSE asa = PAAsAsa AAAs DARAAAAAMADAROAR Misbehaving Stomachs, + Whose functions are deranged by Indizession. Dyspepsia. or kindred " complaints — speedily regain their normal condition, > $1.00 A ioe that wonderful rene- ¢ & some. Crump’s Toni SULTS is used. In no sense SEEN ee a no drug or igs yel IMMEDIATELY.potency. The beartiet kits of indorsements from Well known people as Tilden, M.D., Senator son—and “bundreds oc right here in Washingt. For sale at Mertz’s, 11th and F aed ayia _ R. La ‘Thos, Shaw, 7th an . C. Sim: D Mfg. Co., 304 Ind. ave. Somaticeee Swe such ls A a a In tt tt has cotton filling on BOTH sides. ‘The “‘one-sided"* mattress has cot- ton on ONE side only. “The Re- Persible”” gives, therefore, TWICE ie servi S Be ,pervice—but Coss "NO T+ All first-class dealers sell it. See that S. & B. is stamped in each corner of ‘the label—not s. ER without ft. S.&B. my31-28a “Waists.” Won't these low prices tempt you to make your own Waists and save mcney? Just arrived, lovely patterns in Jaconette Percales, 3 yards will make a Waist, only 12%e. yard. New Importation Beautiful Taffeta Silks, latest effect, 6 yards makes a Waist, only We. yard. HOOE BROS. & CO. B.Nalle, 1828 FST. my2s-20d The Knox Sailor. You'll be offered imitations of them else- where, but not the Fenulne, for mobody else in “D.C. can sell them. It’s a strot temptation to other hatters to palm of something else—for all stylish ladies want SUCCESSOR TO J. the “Knox."” Others—some as low as §1.50 d_they are good Sallors, too. Men's (raws, too. BR. HH. STINEMETZ & SON, 1237 Pa. avenue. my30-204 WEATHER raw ox COME. —— Straw Hats for mep—straw sailors for ———- ladies. Only the RIGHT SHAPES—that —— are to be worn this season. Look at "em— no trouble to show ‘em up, even if you don"t buy. Prices range from $1.25 np. lett & Ruoff, 905 Pa.Ave. Ww. my! if