Evening Star Newspaper, August 3, 1895, Page 17

THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, AUGUST 3, 1895-TWENTY PAGES. 17 ON SEVENTH STREE Saturday Night Scenes Along That Popular Thoroughfare. MARKETING FOR SUNDAY Curbstone Merchants Who Cry Their Wares, LIGHTS AND SHADOWS OR THE GENUINE sightseer and stu- dent of human na- ture there is little need of other amuse- ment if he joins the crowd that goes a- shopping Saturday night on 7th street. Just at dark, when the electric lights and gas jets form a glittering line from Center Market to Boundary, the al- most deserted street begins to take on B Dem ,usPect, ‘The big shops are clos- ott the girls pass by in groups, laughing and chatting gaily. Here ang there a shabby figure, with pathetic face, hurriedly makes her way through the gay crowd, nervously clutching her worn black bag, as if anxious to escape atten- tion, On the curb a row of dashing male clerks Scan each girl impatiently until their inamoratas appear. Under the elec- tric light some little cash girls hold an ani- mated consultation, which ends In a “chip in™ purchase of the parti-colored candy and peanuts the wily sircet merchant has stopped to extol. Farther down the street a piano strikes ap “Sweet Marie.” Instantly a troop of ¥Fagged children come scampering from the side streets, and fall to dancing with a grace singularly at variance with their un- Children Dancing. Kempt attire. But these dancers are soon Beattered by a group of stout matrons, in plaids and stripes and gay flower-trimmed mnets—thrifty German and Irish women wending their way marketward, accom- panied by big baskets and strings of chil- dren that get tangled up in the throng. Indeed, market seems to be the goal of the majority just now. Shabby genteel board- ing house keepers scurry along, with an air of determination to do or die in securing a bargain for Sunday's dinner; the working man and his wife, their children clinging ta coat and gown, walk lelsurely along, planning to spend their money to the best advantage; anxious-faced, poorly dressed mothers try to forget how small the bas- ket and how many the mouths to feed, and smile in sympathy with their children as they run from shop window to window. Two women, deep in an interesting bit of gossip, wheel their baby carriages reck- Going to Market. Jessly through the crowd, to the detriment of toes and shins, oblivious to the indig- nation of their victims. Up and cown the varied stream of hu- marity flows, net without frequent cul- Iisions. Busiress men hurry home with parcels and flowers, chappies saunter along, beggars whine out an appeal for alms, or the purchzse of pencils and paper, the masher, in loud clothes, ogles the girls as they pass by and the balloon vender bumps his wares in the pedestrians’ faces. In and out the shcps the people wander; wome In quest of bargains, others through curiosity. Of course, there is the usual Saturday night auction. Barber shops do a thriving trade, while cafes and ice cream parlors are filled to overflowing—the lat- ter patronized by lovers who scorn anry- thing less ethereal than strawberry and vanilla mixed with a plate of kisses, and vingly at the two girls eating rolls Bargains for All. . In the upper part of the street the color- ed reople do the must of their shopping. Here the windows bear the legends: “An thing in this window, 5 and 10 cents “Selling out at 39 cts. “Only 17 cts. a yard;” “Everything regardless of cost at your own price for 10 Gays cnly.” The fact that this ten days’ sale has gone on for two years seems only to whet the appe- tite for ttese bargains. Men, fat maip- mies with pickaninnies and girls vie with each cther in their efforts to secure them, and emerge from the shops wrecks as to clothes, but triumphant in the possession of huge bundles. In the market they hog- gle over the price of “hawg” meat, pig's feet, ‘tate cabbages and other deli- cacies, including a watermelon, without which no Sunday dinner would be com- Treating His Girl, plete. The negro’s marketing is a matter requiring deliberation and anxious consul- tation, and he parts with his money sus- piciously and wistfully. Farther up an alluring array of pants, coats and vests hang many rows deep he- fore the dinzy shops, the proprietor pacing his beat siting for customers—negroes and country folk going home from market. A pair of cusky lovers drop in, the children assemble to learn the ways of wisdom from their parents. The girl, evidently from the country from her attire, is easily gersuaded that a scarlet waist an royal pufple skirt are the height of fashion. A switch of wool to eke out her scanty supply, one of the beferementioned hats, a pair of yel- low kids a: da jeweled brass belt complete this toilet. Sam cheerfully pays’ for the tawdry cutfit. In the windows cheap socks, gaudy shirts, tles, paste diamonds, razo:s and pistols are displayed. Here Romeo may equip himself for love or war. Curbstone Merchants. The trip up 7th street is perilous to pocket books. If one escapes the Scylla of the shops it is only to be engulfed by the Charyby of the curb vender, The side- walk is flanked by a heterogenoous collec- tion of push carts, the every-day hawkers of candy, fruit and collar buttons are re- inforced by the venders of cheap shoes, caps, shirts, socks and the man with “a stock of notions as fine as any store in this here city.” "Tis not only the baser » Take Your Pick. wants of Hfe that are supplied by these carts, but the elegancies in the shape of shell boxes, gaily dyed grasses and plumes, sea shells and miracles in paper flowers. The venders, shabby and solemn, call at- tention to their wares in strident, monbt- onous tones, keeping a sharp lookaut for the badge and club’ that will set the line of carts in motion. The cheap jewelry fakir is out in full Yorce; “beautiful prezstpins are 10 cents;”” watch chains and wedding rinz3 euually reasonable. Young men handle the chains and the girls cye the rings. There Js much excitem: and good-natured ing when a youth tries a ring on a pretty xirl, pays for it, and after it is securely tucked in his vest pocket they walk off arm in arm, serenely happy. ‘Here, lubbiness, tek yo’ pick, me hoss done win terda: young colored man, stepping up proudly Waiting for Husband. with a damsel in striped waist. “Lubbi- ness” picks out three of the biggest pins and a tracelet set in glass ston Every corner bas its orator. “Last chance ter buy,” yells the stove-polish man. “Ladies, don't let yer friends come termorrow and ketch yer with ae.rusty stove,” he adds, imploringly. The soap man, the linfment man and the gospel preacher, with his startling charts, all have a large audience. On tke patent office steps the patient Italian, surroundel by an array of gilt figures and busts, gossips with his compatriot, whase stock is a ghostly menag- erie of plaster cats, dogs and birds. The clang of the patrol wagon, as it rushes by with two men, sullen and de- flant looking, creates a momentary diver- sion. “Serves ‘em right, I guess,” is the general verdict, and soon the incident is forgotten. No one notices a woman with tearful face, “2s she hurries along trying to keep the racrel in sight, a small child clinging to her skirt as it runs. After 10 the crowd begins to leave the street; parents carrying sleeping children; men and women, with baskets and bundles, all go their several ways home. Often there is a sad little scene enacted when a hus- and, in spite of tears and pleadings, leaves fe and children to go home aicne, and enters a saloon to squander the rest of his wages in drink and cards. ©ne by one the venders leave the curb, shops shut up and lights go out. Now one has a xlimpse of the dark side of life; night hawks come prowling up the street and tura off into the side streets near the saloons, music floats from halls around whose entrances groups of tough young men with lighted cigars and tipped hats lounge. Later in the night one sees the saddest sight of all, the wife and mother shivering in the shadow out- side the restaurant door, waiting to take her husband jome, silently praying that something may be —_—--— A BIG SILVER NUGGET. It Weighs Half a Ton and Was Found Near 2 Rallroad Track in Arizona. From the San Francisco Examiner. ° Frem Peach Springs comes the story of the finding of a nugget, or boulder, rather, of pure silvzr such as there tas been no record of in the history of mining in the west. The boulder weighed about half a ton, and its value is anywhere from $8,000 to $10,000. It was found by William Tucker and John Doyls, both old prospectors, and they have kept the facts to themselves heretofore because of the chance that there was more silver where this lump came frem, and they desired to get the best loca- tion for themselves before letting the rest of the world nto the secret. The find was made on the 15th of June. The men had been prospecting in the Death Valley mining region, and had started across country to the Grand Canon of the Colorado to get into a little pleasanter re- gion for their summer work. They were encamped on the Beach eml- grant road just where the cut-off comes down over the low rolling hills to the rail- road track, about four miles from Peach Springs, and the nugget was lying within 300 feet of the track, and not more than 100 f from the main wagon road. It pro- jected from the hillside in plain view of the road, and stood in such a position that more than one man had probably sat upon it to gaze up or down the railroad track. Belng exacily similar in appearance to hundreds of ether loose rocks in that re- gion, it had escaped particular notice until Mr. Tucker came along and rested his hand upon it. Both Doyle and Tucker are old miners, and Tucker especially was struck with tha peculiar “feel” of this boulder. He is familiar with the form of silver known as “black metal,” found in the dolo- mite limestone in the Mescal mine in Call- fornia, and almost intuitively it struck him that here was a piece of the same black metal. He had gone out to bring his horses into camp when the -ock attracted his atten- tion, and, trying to break oft a fragment, he discovered tnat the rock was _ solid metal. He tried to lift it, but could not, and then he went and brought Doyle out to help him. A little digging disclosed a boulder in the shape of an oblong oval, something like the back of a turtle, about two and a half feet long, of the same width, and one foot thick. The top was smooth and lustrous, and the under sur- face was coated with scales of the black metal. Mr. Tucker says the nugget has all the appearance of having been thrown up from a great vein and smelted by the flow of the lava which abounds in that region, cool- ing in the form in which it was found, and this theory fs borne out by the finding of at least a dozen similar pieces, though much smailer, in the same vicinity. These pieces of pure silver weighed from five to fifty pounds each. Tucker and Doyle have located a mining claim where the boulder was found, and in- tend to sink a shaft and drift in search of the main vel Mr. Tucker said today that in 1883 a piece of smelted silvar weighing four pounds was found by William Hooker two miles west of Peach Springs, but attracted no atten- tion, the supposition being that it had been stolen from a Mexicen smelter, and subse- quently lost by the thief. eee Tgnorant of the First Principles. From the Chicago Times. “No, suh,” contemptuously observed Col. Allgore, “I have no use for that man asa physician, suh. I gave him his walking Papers, begad, suh, when he advised me to use as a tonic once or twice a day a small quantity of whisky mixed with— mixed with—let me see, what wa3 it? O, yes, I renember—mixed with water!” ges Obeying the Doctor. Form the New York Weekly. Family Physician—"See here! I ordered an immediate and complete cessation of all mental labor, and here I find you writing.” Literary Man—‘It’s nothing—nothing at all; only @ society novel.” day ALL ABOUT CHILDREN This is Their Age and They Take Advantage Of It. RESPONSIBILITY OF PARENTS The Precocious Lads and Lasses of the Present. THE OLD-FASHIONED CHILD a ee Written Exclusively for The Evening Star. HIS HAS BEEN called the children’s ge, and with justice. Probably there has never teen a time in the history of the world when so much thought has been be- stowed upon the rights of children— their right to be well born, well cared for and weil trained—as at present. Many of the best minds of the century are occupied with such subjects aa pre-natal influences, nursery hygiene and kindred topics; innumerable books and pericdicals are published for the entertain- ment and culture of the juvenile mind, and, in short, never was the human infant the object of so much scientific study and thcughtful solicitude as at the present day. The spread of knowledge has had the salu- tary effect of removing the burden of re- sponsibility for the child’s existence from the shoulders of a mysterious Providence to those of the human parent, where it be- lorgs. With the awakened sense of re- sponsibility for its existence has come a quickened and deepened feeling of respon- sibility for Its welfare, physical and mental, both before and after its actual appearance on the szene of life. The Responsibilities of Parents. Nobody with the least pretension to intel- ligence believes nowadays that it is ‘‘God’s will” for sickly, deformed or idiotic chil- dren to be brought into the world. When it does occur, there is a tacit ackuowledg- ment that a wrong against nature has been committed somewhere, by somebody, the guilt being generally referred to some ancestor sutticiently remote for safety. It is curious, by the way, to note how ea- gerly ignorant and narrow-minded people jump at the theory of heredity whenever their own or their children’s shortcom- inss are in question. Criminals frequently adopt {t as thelr sole defense, and it is by no means un- usual for children of a tender age to ex- cuse themselves on the same plea. “I know it’s wrong,” whimpered a little boy who was addicted to lying, “but I can’t help it! I guess I must be descended from Ananias and Sapphira! Compare that with the mental attitude of a boy of a past generation who was told that he was very naughty boy in- deed. “Well,” he doggedly responded, “God can do anything—you said so. Then why didn’t he make me a good boy, while he was ebout it?” There it is in a nutshell—Providence once, heredity now! Poor human nature is al- Ways in search of a scapegoat. But the sensitiveness of people on this point is in itself a hopeful sign. After feeling, comes thinking, and with the in- crease of opportunities for study and the spread of ethical culture, the time is not far di nt when it will be accounted a disgrace, if not a crime, to perpetuate dis- ease and «deformity. The irresponsible, happy-go-lucky, take- your-chance-with-the-rest, and the-devil- take-the-hindmost method of adding to the population of the world which prevails to- will at least be contined to the low and ignorant, whom we have always with us. The Present Era. Just now, however, this important subject is In the unsettled, chaotic, transitional state that marks the era we are living in. Werare very proud of this era, and we are always congratulating ourselves on not having been born a hundred years ago. And yet, if one stops to think of it, it is not at all a comfortable era to be born into! There stands the naked little human creature on the threshold of modern life, gazing with the fearlessness of ignorance upen the turbulent scene, and mutely ask- in; “What ts to be my part in this nolsy, brilliant pageant? What am I expected to do, to be end to suffer?” And what answer can we give—we, whose flesh is sore from contact with the flying fragments of exploded beliefs, whose brains are dulled from breathing the mephitic va- pors of skepticism, whose hearts bleed from the thrusts of pessimism and eynicism— what guiding principle can we place in the helpless little hand as a staff to the totter- ing feet? In Olden Times. Formerly the newcomer found beliefs and theories, as well as swaddling clothes, all nicely cut and made, and spread out for its adoption as need required. All it had to do was to cubmit placidly to its swathing bandages and draperies, and when the time came, join the infant class in Sunday school, study its catechism dutifully, and ask no questions. If it did ask questiens, as was sometimes the case, it was either rebuked cr laughed at, and told that it “would un- derstand all that when it got older.” Shameless lie! But the system had Its ad- vantages; it furnished an easy way out for the parent or guardian confronted by the paralyzing questions: “Who made God?” or “Why doesn’t God kill the devil?” Of course its effect on the bold inquirer was to convert him into an incipient heretic, hypocrite or slave, according to tempera- ment. The Fin de Siecle Child. Ah, we have changed all that! Swad- dling bands are ro more, and infant ques- tioners are no longer snubbed or snub- able. The fin de siecle child parries snubs as readily as it sees through all pretenses and inconsistencies, A persistent ques~ tioner at the age of five, at ten it is an open doubter, if not a skeptic, on certain points, such as the deluge and the Red sea episode. The announcement to a circle of playmates by a child of my acquaintance that her father and mother “did not be- lieve in Adam and Eve,’ and that mamma said the earth ard its Inhabitants could not possibly have been created in six days, would not today have the effect of a bomb- sheli, as it did a generation ago. The modern child is too accustomed ‘to hearing the gravest topics lightly discussed to be either shocked cr troubled. The truth is that this quickening of the feeling of parental responsibility, which urges the intelligent and conscientious to a more faithful and perfect discharge of their duties, induces in the superficial and ignorant an absurd idolatry and senseless pampering of their children which are far worse in effect than the careless indiffer- ence of the selfish, unwilling parent. Giving the Child a Chance. To give their children a chance in life means with a great many people to require absolutely nothing.cf them at home, to send them to school, to gratify every de- sire of their hearts, and allow them full liberty in every respect. This system is carried to such an extent at the present time that the very foundations of society are threatened. There never was a period when children and young people were so pampered, so dominant, so painfully en evidence at all times and seasons and places as now, or when parents were sd lightly regarded, so cavalierly treated, so little taken into account; in short, except as purveyors to their—the children’s—pleas- ure. Said the weary-looking father of a large family to me once: ‘I used to give a g004 deal of time to the enjoyment and practice of music, but,” with a sigh, “in these days I am merely a bread-and-shoe-furnishing machine!” I have often thought of that man's words and the look that accompanied them. It is true, it is the parents’ duty to furnish bread and shoes, at any personal sacrifice, but in these Gays it doesn’t stop there. No matter what his position in life, the father is expected to support his children in idle- ness_until woh Cu camer is finished, and furnish not only bread and shoes, but all the luxuries and pleasures attainable ty the utmost effort and sacrifice, being aided and abetted therein by an equally irrational strain 33 the mother's part. The “education” for ich all this blind strug- gle.is being made is usually defective, and the result of the System a lop-sided crea- ture, imbued with a scorn for honest labor, or longing for pleasure and luxury, and ar. utter misconception of the real duties ard values of lift Need of Character Development. Unless character-development goes hand in hand with the acquisition of knowledge, even a great dealof knowledge may be & dangerous thing. It has heretofore been taken for granteff\that a child’s moral training was going on at home. It is al- ways dangerous to take anything for granted. The necessity for ethical instruc- tion in our public schools is being recog- nized at last. It is a pity it could not be exterded to the teachers and parents as well. It is wonderful, though, what an amount of useful information children will acquire in a short time nowadays! A week at the kindergarten and baby Charlie prates of cubes and hexagons and primary colors, and little Madge observes that the new baby’s nose is ‘un oblate spheroid!” Later Master Charles corrects one’s pro- nunciation, trips one in orthography, ety- mology, syntax and prosody, and rebukes his father by refererces to. the effect of nicotine on his nervous system, while Madge lectures her mother on domestic hy- giene, and gives her points on cookery. Of course, they have long since discarded all belief in Santa Claus, fairies and the like, and believe almost as little in parental authority and wisdom, Any mooted point is argued with truly surprising acuteness, and the humiliated parent sees that in- fallibility of judgment, which has been his refuge in previous ages, lying in ruins around his feet. The Father's Teaching and Example. No man is a hero to his valet. Lucky the father of today who is able to retain even a shadow of his traditional prestige in the presence of that fearful and won- derful being, the modern child! It fs no longer possible to insist upon rules of con- duct in our children, which we but im- perfectly follow ourselves. Probably chil- dren have always secretly pondered over these discrepancies between teaching and practice. Now they openly take us to task for them. Of what use, father of a boy, to instruct him that lying, cheating and tak- ing advantage of the ignorance or weak- ness of others are wicked and contemptible if you jocularly relate in his hearing some instance of your own, or another’s, double- dealing? Your boy takes it all in, be sure, and when he goes out for a game of marbles on the pavement he puts in prac- tice—not your teaching—but your actual principles. As his horizon widens he will learn, unless he be exceptionally fortunate in his environments, that life is one long game of mingled chance and skill, played, in boy-lingo, “for keeps,” and that the win- ter must steel his heart against the agony of the man who loses, as he hardened it against the boy who whimpered over the loss of his marbles in that first game on the pavement. He reads that patriotism is a noble sentiment, and statesmanship the grandest of afl professions, yet he hears ccnstantiy from his father’s lips and gen- eral conversation that no “gentleman” con- cerns himself with politics, that statesman- ship ts another name for selfish ambition, greed and fraud, and that love of country consists in bragging about our “‘institu- tions” and abusing other nations, And the Little Girl. The little girl has ‘object Iessons put be- fore her that are quite as belittling. At an astonishingly early age she has become mercenary, grasping and worldly. I have repeatedly heard litfle tots of seven or eight counting up their Christmas or birth- day gifts, estimating, or inquiring into, thelr cost, and making cruel use of their information among their less lucky mates. This little worlding knows absolutely noth- ing of the possible ecstasies of “making be- which makes simple and even un- couth objects not “real,” but “ideal,” to unspoiled, imaginative child. She ts * in the latest styles, knows to a shade what color she wants her new hat and dress, and if she should not get it a domestic cataclysm would ogeyr. But then, she al- Ways does get it—by qwheedling, by teasing, or by screaming. “Come,” calmly remarked a little miss I know, to one of her playmates, “I'm go- ing home to cry for some ice cream!” the program being faithfully carried out. It is a little story, but it serves to illus- trate. Like a Httle candle, it throws its beams far into the night of parental blind- ness and folly. What Has Become of Them. And what has become of the sweet, shy little children of long ago—the “bashful” children, who had to be dragged blushing into the parlor to meet a visitor, and led, trembling victims, before an audience of pas and mas,to mumble out a little “‘piece,” or quaver a little song that nobody could hear? Bashful! Does not the word sound strange, almost obsolete? Why, your modern child claims the right to’ monopolize the attention of all callers and guests, and the number of baby vocalists, in fact, tragedians, and accordion-plaited rivals of Lottie Collins has increased until a Society for Proiection Against Juvenile Audacity and Maternal Silliness is loudly demanded. Very clever, and pretty, and fetching, these little end-of-the-century men and wo- men often are wonderfully acute and pre- ternaturally self-possessed; but one looks into their bold, worldly little faces in vain for a trace of childish sweetness and win- someness. One feels that the very tiniest of them is sizing one up with its worldly-wise little eyes, and that to be weighed in the balance and found wanting in any one of those things which it regards as essential is fatal. Poor little parodies of childhood, {t isn’t their fault that they have been made to acquire false standards of life; that their heads have been educated, if education it may be called, at the expense of their hearts, at the expense of childish simplicity and ‘Sweetness, and charm. Yet, oh, for a genuine, unsophisticated, unspoiled,natural child, with all its inherent naughtiness, all its primitive, wholesome sweetness, intact! With all its spontaneous outbreaks of “original sin,”: and its no less spontaneous and disinterested kisses and caresses! “With all its innocent faith in Santa Claus, and fairies, and guardian an- gels, its unquestioning trust in parents and teachers, its delicious, if often embarrass- ing, frankness, its lovely shyness, yet ready acceptance of all real love and kindness, its love of pets, be they but a broken china doll, a common gray kitten, or an ugly dog, all the more tenderly cherished because de~ spised by the rest of the world. That {s the child that was, and is not; but may be again, when the bitter lessons of the present have been fully learned and digested, to the profit of posterity. JULIA SCHAYER. putts for Each Other. re. From Lt “So there will be nothing to conceal after we are married, dearest. I may as well tell you that I smoke cigarettes, play poker, dcink and am rarely home before 1 o’clock in the morning.” “I am glad to hear you say so. I was afraid we wouldn't be perfect companions,” To prevent the hardening of the subcutaneous Mssnes of | the scalp) andthe \obtlteralion (of the sir follicles. which cause baldness, use Hall’; Hair Renewer. z HAGGLING OVER PRICES New Clerk in a Oountry Store. Experiences of a The Woman Shopper Who Usually Succeeded in Beating Down, but as Often Paid the Full Price. From Hardware. The first endeavors permitted me in the way of selling goods were in connection with the calico counter. This was situated at the right of the main entrance, and the critical dame or cautious girl who camo in search of bargains had from seventy-five to a hundred pieces and patterns from which to make selections. The caller would peer into the store with an investigating air, and in nine cases out of ten—whether looking for calico or hoop- skirts—steer straight for that counter. Per- haps I have employed the wrong word in the above—drifted up against it would be the more exact term. Conversations would open in something like this form: “Good morning, ma’am.” “Good morning.” “Looking for something in the line of calico this morning?” “Well, I dunno. Jest lookin’ around. What are you chargin’ for Merrimac?” The price would be named, the clerk meanwhile hauling forth the most attract- ive patterns and opening them out to the best advantage. Nine out of ten of our visitors were Yankees from the country. Eight out of these nine were suspicious of the town, the store, the proprietors, the clerks, the goods and the prices. They knew by long experi- ence that the price asked was not always the one taken; that haggling, offering and reducing were ever in the order of things, and much practice had made them past masters in the art of beating down. A dozen pieces would be slowly examined without a sign of emotion, except such as implied a general mistrust and unyielding criticism. “How much did you say this was?” “Twelve cents a yard.” ‘The burden of war prices was yet upon the cotton market. “Twelve cents! Lands’ sakes! They are selling them for 10 cents at Smith's.” “Not Merrimacs, I guess. We haye the cheaper brands for that. Here are some at 10.” ‘es they were Merrimacs. Well, I'm orly lookin’ around. Don’t know as I want any. Still, I might take a dress off that pink if I could get it at 10 cents.” When this sharp current in bargaining first caught me, of course I made haste to Mr. Samson for a sailing chart. “Let her have it for 11 cents, Henry,” said he. “Try to get that; but if she won't pay it, take the 10 cents. Then work her down toward me, and I may be able to sell her a pretty big bill. She generally com- mences that way. But don’t let her go out of the store empty handed, if you have to give her a dress.” The one unpardonable sin was to let a caller get away without a sale. It is needless to say that this superior experience against which my newness was matched was too much for me. The eleven- cent compromise was refused, and she took the ten yards ior a dollar. She greatly appreciated the money saved, for shillings do not grow upon the bushes on northern Ohio farms; but the pleas- ant gleam behind her glasses showed that twofold greater was the pleasure derived from getting ahead of “one of them sassy clerks.” I coaxed her gently down the counter and left her !n the hands of the genial but sea- soned Samson. There came to me then @ revelation in the ways of barter. There was genius in the way in which goods jumped in price when she approached them, and her joy in getting them down within reach of her offer was only matched by Samson's quiet happiness in getting, in most cases, the full regular selling price. I wag indeed convinced that genius has Its rewards, as I carried, late in the afternoon, several huge bundles from the store to her wagon across the street. I do not defend this method of dealing. It belonged te the order of things in Grange and as such was generally accepted. There was one Store in the vicinity that made and lived up to a rule of ONE PRICE ONLY. NO TRUST. | It soon went into the hands of an as- signee. The people regarded the first nam- ed feature as an encroachment upon their Uberties, while the “‘No Trust” was taken as a reflection upon their financial rella- bility. We had some customers from a smail iron-making town a few miles away, the majority of whose inhabitants were Welsh. There seemed to be but one way of deal- ing with them. The stalwart mother would enter, thump her baby down upon the counter and open the campaign. “TI want to see some of your dress goods.” Plain muslins or substantial woolens would be unrolled before her. We will sup- pose that the selling price was marked at 30 cents per yard. She would select a piece that suited her. “How much ts that a yard?” Knowing his customer, the clerk would say: “Forty cents.” “I won't give it. Ill give you 20.” Then followed a season of argument, ex- pestulation and good-natured ¢hafling. ‘Take it along for 35 cents.” ‘Never in the world. I'll give you 25." Then another season of mercantile di- plomacy. The baby would be gathered up as a preliminary to departure. Then a halt and more negotiations, and in the end she would take the goods at 30 cents. She was happy because she had compelied the clerk to come down 10 cents per yard; he was happy because he had made a sale at the regular figures. If he had asked her 30 cents in the start and stuck to it, some other clerk up the street would have sold her the dress. One thing our firm would not permit, and that was misrepresentation of its goods. A thing must be sold for what it was, upon its merits, and full weight or measure given. Both men were honest, truthful and exact, and if a mistake had been made took pleasure in making it good, no matter what the cost. Some Fashion Notes. The latest agony in color grouping is purple with green! It is true that nature does some most effective work in this line, but nature is a much truer guide than the average milliner, so, if you want to get your greens and purples properly blended, go to nature and study how to do it. And after you have got your green and purple to dwell together without swearing at each other, what are you going to do with your complexion? It takes the skin of a cherub to wear either color, and with them mixed, oh, it is simply terrible! “Cup day” at Ascot, England, is the day when the richest attire predominates, and display runs mad. This is the way that the Duchess of Saxe-Cokourg and Gotha was gowned: “She wore a frock of black and white silk, the skirt quite plain, the bodice slashed with white plaited chiffon velled with black embroidered chiffon, edg- ed with jet. She wore a black bonnet with white lace and chiffon.” |The Princess Al- exander’s dress was of pale gray silk, wrought with pink rosebuds, the top of the bodice of finely tucked pink silk muslin. It was open down the front over plaited chif- fon, and there was a chiffon sash with long ends. A very girlish looking hat trimmed with chiffon and rosebuds was worn. Itoy- alty is almost as well up In the art of dressing 4s some of our American women. How does this sound for a description of a “rain” umbrella? It was in the trous- seau of Princess Helene of Orleans. It was of pure white peau de sole, and a cel- ebrated artist had painted on it a regular casca’> of larburnum blossoms, over which hover = flight of straw-colored butterflies. The handle was of yellow tortoise shell, sparkling with arabesques executed in bril- ants and rubies! The Star has been predicting for some time that heavy skirts were hastening themselves into an early grave, and row comes an excellent fashion authority, who says: “Stiff linings are practically 'abol- ished. This is probably due to the facf that they are utterly unsuited to trans- parent fabrics, in addition to the insup- portable weight, which is unbearable in hot weather.” Couldn’t Miss It. From Truth. = “How did you know she was a school- ma’am?” “She snapped her fingers at a street car when trying to stop it.” BE Paine’s For those many women who have suffered thro: the indoor life of winter and epring, with tired nerves, sleeplessness, neuralgia, rheumstivm, the ayspepsia that Is beet expressed by the words “no sppetite’—for the many worn-out women, many of whom will get no real vacation, but must attend the whole summer long to houschold dutfes—for such women there ts every med now of a brisker feeding of the reduced blood and nervous tissues by means of the bect nutritive agent in the wide world today—Paine’s celery eomponnd. After building up the body by the use of this great modern restorative, diseases of the special organs, heart troubles, kiduey disease, dyspepsia and sleeplessness will dixappear. Neglect to satisfy the demands of the nervous system by rapid, complete rourishment of all its parts, carries heavy penalties. Paine’s celery com- pound, more effectively than anytbing else the world has set known, restores health to men and women whose bloof has been robbed of vitality from whatever cause, and whore nerres have lost thel: healthy tone. Persons suffering from rheu- WELL THIS SUMMER! Celery Compound Restores Lost Nervous Energy. matism, neuralgia and any of the countless results of Iss of nerve power find a marked change for the better almost at once upon faithfully using Paine’s celery compound. Mis. James Arthur, whose pertrait fs given above, writing from her home in Spokane, Wash., says: “I suffered for three years with neuralgia and rheumatism. I tried different remedies, which would give me only temporary relief. Last year im January and through the spring months I suffered territly. I ‘could walk only a short distance, and some days not at all. But then 1 began for the first time to use Paine's celery compound. It cared me permanently, and I have not been troubled since! My knees were so bad last year that I could not sit down or get up alone. Now I walk every day, and it causes no stiffness or lameness in the Joints.”” ‘Testhinonials from men and women’ in every state and county and town in the country might be pub- lished telling of similar speedy cures. ‘They carry this plain advice to other sufferers: ‘Take Paine’s celery compound! WAISTS AND SLEEVES. A Reaction From the Blouse Waist for a Little Child. A pretty fancy in blouse waists is made entirely of ribbon and lace or embroidery insertions. The ribbon selected is usually the Dresden, sr pompadour pattern, and you have no idea how very girlish and pretty they are when finished off with collar, belt and streamers of the ribbon. In black satin ribboa and guipure lace, either deep cream cr black, they are ele- gant affairs for wom2n of maturer charms. As a striking reaction from the loose blouse, here igs the very latest. There isn’t much to say about it, for its bare simplicity speaks for itself, Probably a woman with a Juno- esque form will make it “go,” otherwise It will waste its sweet- ness in solitude, for it certainly will be trying to any but a perfect form. The dainty mul] tabs that fall, lace trimmed, over the standing col- lar, and turn back from the wrists, are the latest thing in neck garniture, and they are very pretty and graceful. We are all so tired of the awful chokers and ‘hot, big bows, that have swathed our throats for a year or more, that any surcease of the ill will be hailed with delight. These tabs may ex~- tend clear around the throat, fastened to @ band of linen worn inside of the collar, or there may be only one or two, as you like, right in front. The mull or swiss is but one thickness, is di hemmed finely, and the lace is “whipped” on the kem. Here is a@ bonnet, too, that ‘vill come as a@ relief after the excuses worn for six months, It is of lace and rib- bon, and has a wreath of fine flow- ers and a pompon on it, with strings, if worn by an elderly woman. 2 The newest thing in sleeves is the La Val- Here. Of course she “ never saw it, but she names {t just the same. It is simply a great, big puff, di- vided in two by bands of ribbon or lace In- sertion. The Marie Stuart Is another. It has a big puff from shoulder to elbow, caught in the center by a rosette, or the fuliness_caught at the top by a big bow ur rosette, and the lower part of the sleeve tight, with a Scotch leaf point, which reaches almost to the knuckles, but the sleeve that takes the popular fancy, and the very provokingest sleeve to wear un- Mined, is the gigot, with a puffed effect above the elbow. No stiff lining is to be found in any of the qup-to-date sleeves. Very Ight linen grass cloth or stiff lawn makes some of the thin silks stand out, but Mning spoils a very thin sleeve, so til summer's heat fs past, you may be >retty sure that there will not be much crinoline sleeve lin- ing. And after that? Quien sabe! For a little child, what could be prettier than this apron, or dress, Just as you hke. Made of muslin and trimmed with em- broidery, it would serve admirably for an apron, or of soft silk, with lace and rib- bon garniture, it would be equally pretty as a dress. It is such a pretiy fashion— that of leaving the neck and arms bare, and so cool and comforzable, too. Se To Train, the Respiration. From the London Daily News. Of all means of training the respiration, Dr. Fortescue Fox thinks cycling is the best. When a person first takes to cycling he is troubled with shortness of breath, his heart beats uncomfortably, and his legs get tired, but after some training these discomforts all disappear. Why should not people liable to attacks of asthma aiso train their respiration by such a kind of exercise—of course, on condition of the heart and lungs being in perfect health? Cycling exercis2 first of all increases the depth of breathing, and that without fa- tigue, eas the respiratory movements are automatic; at the same time it will accus- tom the rider instirctively to take In at each respiration the volume of air required to aerate the blood and to eliminate a fixed proportion of carbonic acid, leaving in the circulation the precise amount compati- bie with health. A Word Defined, From the Boston Transcript. Miss Mildmay—‘I am sure that there is good in Mr. Spooner. He certainly is very tender-hearted.” Miss Frost—‘Yes, he has a heart that has been tendered to about every unmurried woman in town, if that is what you mean."” — s00 In Sheol. From the Detrott Tribune. New Arrival jot, isn’t it? Satan—“Oh, no. not at all. It is merely the humidity that you notice. Paris Art Improved. This is the way that they put up a pique dress in Paris: “A charming gown of white pique was made with a jacket, the revers and cuffs embroidered with ara- besque designs in shades of blue and gold washing silks. The skirt had small reverg, similarly embroidered at the foot of the seams.” Now, wouldn't that be a daisy of My a gown for this changeable Washington summer weather. Here is one that is ever so much prettier. It is soft India silk, and has a bias band of black velvet at the foot, over which fall long points of yellow lace, joined two-thirds of the way down with bands of cream gauze ribbon. The same garniture is on the waist, and the beit of velvet has knot and ends in the back. The sleeves stop at the elbow, under a black velvet band, and have a point over the middle of the lace, with a knot of velvet on the shoulder. The bonnet is one of the odd new capotes, with some standing knots of velvet and a big rose on each side. “How did And to get pardoned “Oh, they found a bigger fleld of useful- ness for him. “What was that?’ “Motorman of a trolley car.”—Truth, boas = Mr. A. H. Cransby of 158 Kerr Street, Memphis, Tenp., writes that bis wife had cancer which had taten two large holes In her breast, ‘son, the murderer, come and which the best physictans of the surrounding country treated, and Pronounced incurable. Her grand- motier and aunt had died of Cance and when told this, the most eminemt specialists of New York, under whose treatment abe was placed, declared hhe~ case was hopeless All tre ot. ment having fallcd, she was <ivem up to die, 8. SS) was us mended, and, astonishing as It may seem. a few bottles cured Ler sound and well. Our treatise on this disease will be sent free to any address. SWIFT SPECIFIC CO. Bas ee a a a es ee ea WORLD'S FAIR NIGHEST AWARD. 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