Evening Star Newspaper, September 28, 1895, Page 19

THE EVENING STAR, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 1895-TWENTY PAGES. -BACKACHE. From the Press, New York city. Few people have suffered more from pain in tho back than Mrs. Lillie B. Newell of No. 2313 Second etme, New York city. For several years she was é0 affficted with this distressing malady that she Was hardly able to get around, and could do little to eare for her children, which made her suffering all the harder to bear. Her husband, Charles New- ell, who is a well-known New York optician, tried in every way %o find a remedy for his wife, but no medicine seemed to have the power to remove her pain. ‘Mrs. Glyon, a sister of Mrs. Newell, Is a profes- sional nurse, and was fsmiliar with the symptoms of her sister's sickness. Mrs, Newell was away on @ visit when a reporter called upon her, but Mrs. Glynn, who lives at No. 416 East One-hundred-and- twentieth street, told the story of ber sister's re- covery. A doctor was called when Mrs. Newell's condition Deeame serions, and he prescribed small pink pills, which, in a short time, relleved the woman's pain ther medicine had done. “After a Mrs. Glynn told the reporter, ‘we learned 1 medicine the physician was’ giving my siste nothing more than Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills for Pale People. Knowing by experience how excellent a remedy these pills were, Mrs. Newell bought some at a druz store and continued taking them. The effect was most , for in six months my sister was perfec . and the pain in her back was nothing more than an unpleasant memory. Voth she and I have recommended the Pink Pilis to ‘other people that who have not failed to find them all All the doctors my sister bad . before taking the pills, had done her no apparent good."* Pink Pills are sold in boxes (never in loose form, by the dozen or hundred, and the public is cau- tioned against numerous imitations sold in_ this shape) at 50 cents a box, or six boxes for $2. is el and may he bad of all druggists or direct by mail from Dr. Wiliams’ Medicine Comping, Scheneetady, N.Y. The price at which t Pils are sold makes a course of treatment inexpensive as com- pared with other remedies of medical treatment. An Elegant Toilet. The princess or redingote style is com- ing ir apace. A very elegant toilet which will probably be seen as soon as the sea- son is fairly opered is of hellotrope cloth and violet velvet. The cloth form is Striped with set-on bands of the velvet, gradually rarrowing from shoulder to belt, and widening to the feet again. The bod- ice decoration is cream guipure lace run- ning down on the skirt, and laid flat over the plain violet velvet epaulettes. The hat of black has violet velvet folds and black plumes. , ———— Battons of Dinner Plate Size. Of course, the picturesque “Louis” tollets would be quite plain without the addition of handsome buttons of dinner plate size, 80 buttons cre promised—promised? In- deed, they are here. You find them of shell and silver, china, baser metals and bone and wood. They trim the bodices and sleeves, and fasten the skirts at the side front: id for trimming up the side gores, sometimes trimming every gore for the space of a foot er two. The handsomer the button the better, and unless you can con- clude to pay as much for the buttons as fer the material of your gown, don’t have buttons at all. Rhize stones are a prime favorite for buttons and buckles, and they certainly do add richness to a costume. A charming novelty in buttons, which was quite the Vogue about half a century ago, is a round dull bution of gold or silver or steel, about the size of a pea. As it takes about six dozen to a gown, the cost of them amounts up enormously, but when you get tired of them you can have the gold and silver ones melted up. > —_ wns nnd Siceves. An accepted fashion authority says of the new skirts that one of the standard models shows an extremely broad front gore, wMh circular sides and a separate Piece for the back, slightly biased on both edges straight in the center of the gore and bias in the middle of the back. Anoth- er mocel consists of nine gores, both edges being bias. A method which causes skirts to fall in graceful flutes, which is most de- sirable in a stylish skirt. The mcdels of new sleeves are smaller. While the end of the big sleeve has not yet come, it is diminished in grandeur like the halo of a comet, and another season will Frobably leave the balloon sleeve but a dream. The Louis XVI styles, which seem to be the coming ones, call for smaller sleeves, to be in character with the models of that period now pushing for recognition. The big sleeve doesn’t go running, though, because it was capable of such artistic manipvlation, as well as becoming a mon- strosity in many instances. es Postponed. From Life Rollins—“Why don’t you buy a wheel and stop borrowing?” Bangem—‘I can’t ride well enough yet.” —compound cathartic pills, “blu¢pills,” cal- omel or other mercu- rial preparations, should not be used in these days of enlight- ened medical science, NO SES] when it is so easy to SS Sg geta purely vegetable J FSi ic concentrated x form, sugar-coated, in glass vials, at am < store where medi- cines are kept. Dr. Pierce was first to introduce a Little Pill to the American people. Many have imitated them, but none we approached his “ Pleasant Pellets ” in true worth, or valuc, for all laxative and cathartic purposes. Once Used, they are Always in Favor. Assist Nature a little now and then, with a gentle, cleansing laxative, thereby remov- ing offending matter from the stomach and bowels, toning up and invigorating the liver and quickening its tardy action, and you thereby remove the cause of a multitude of ing diseases, such as headaches, in- ion, or dyspepsia, biliousness, pim- ples, blotches, eruptions, boils, constipa- tion, piles, fistula and maladies too numer- ous to mention. If people would pay more attention to properly regulating the action of their wels, they would have less frequent occasion to call for their doctor’s ser- vices to subdue attacks of dangerous dis- eases. That, of all known agents to accomplish this purpose, Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets are unequaled, is proven by the fact that once used, they are always in favor. Their secondary effect is to keep the bowels open and regular, not to further constipate, as is the case with other pills. Hence, theirgreat popularity, with sufferers from habitual constipation, piles and indigestion. They absolutely cwre sick headache, bili- Ousness, constipation, coated tongue, pocr appetite, dyspepsia and kindred derange- ments of the stomach, liver and bowels. A free sample of the “Pellets,” (4 to 7 doses) on frial, is mailed to any address, post-paid, on receipt of name and address on postal card. Address for free sample, Wortp’s Drs- PENSARY MEDICAL ASSOCIATION, No. 663 Main Street, Buffalo, N. ¥, : A SELFISH HUSBAND He is Apt to Make a Slave of His Wife. THE BOY THE FATHER OF THE MAN Lack of Time for the Small Polite- nesses of Life. EFFECT ON CHILDREN Written Exclusively for The Evening Star. T WAS MY MIS- fortune a short time ago to visit at the home of an old friend for a few days, and I came away wishing that I had never been invited, or else that I had not accepted with such eagerness the hospitality offer- ed. I cling so tena- ciously to all the old ideals that it is hard to let them go as they have gone, one by one, till I have very few left now. Mary, my friend, was always a delicate, shrinking creature, always expecting a snub, and usually getting it, though it was seldom or never intended, for she was one of the sweetest of girls, with a gentle, clinging nature, ready to sacrifice her own pleasure for the service of others, and ever making the olive branch of peace her gui- don. She made me think of the mimosa, that sweetly fragrant flower, whose leaves shut so quickly on the approach of animate life, yet open wide to the adverse winds that beat and throw them around, seem- ing to express more sweetness than ever. Adversity and neglect have developed her wonderfully, 2nd her transcendently lovely character has gathered charm with every flying year. It would seem that under such conditions I ought to have enjoyed my visit, but all the same I didn’t. Mary’s husband, Jack Brown, was the crumpled rose leaf. Now there is a man who was born to be a master, and he only Succeeds in being a great big—well, I was going to say “brute,” but that would be harsh, perhaps, so I wiil substitute “ty- rant” instead. It may sound better, Gur the terms are almost synonymous. ’ Jac! Brown is a sample only son. I used to know him when he was a boy, and his sis- ter and I were chums. He ruled the whole house, and the five sisters, all older than he, had to dance when he whistled, which was every minute while he was in the house, I've known that boy to lie in bed in the morning ‘and shout till he wakened the neighbors for one of the girls to come and get out clean linen for him, put in the studs and cuff buttons, get out his collars and neckties, and see that his shoes were “shined.” They kept no servant, except a cook, so they took turns in being lackey for him. He always had the coziest corner by the fire, sweetest tid-bit at the table, and he never brought a bucket of water or a scuttle of coal in his life. He was not “strong,” you know, having inherited weak lungs from his mother. He Was Selfish. But he could play ball six straight hours at a stretch, finish out the day with ten- nis and the night at a dance, to say noth- ing of the athletic prowess which made him the envied man of his set. When he was too cross to get up after a night out with the boys, the whole family from mother to baby sister stood around with ene foot ready for a spring when he should make a request, but mind you, the girls got right up at 6 o'clock and got to sweep- ing and dusting, no matter what the hour of retiring. His appetite was pampered, his word was the law of the house, yet it is true he was never ugly or coarsely tyrannical; he simply had a ‘“‘way” of getting ex. ms what he wanted under all cirsumstances. A well-bred way, I grant yeu, for his was a family of refinement, but after all could a selfish man be called refined? True re- finement is begotten of self abnegation, and Jack Brown never forgot his big hand: some self for a moment. Although his sis- ters were largely to blame for spoiling him, and had made their own lives sub- servient to his, they were every blessed one of them glad when he married, hut mighty sorry for the little woman who had taken on her smail shoulders their five separate burdens. Of course Mary adored him. You never saw a little bit of a woman in your life who was not the abject slave of her big husband. She adores him yet. That is the strangest part of it. There is an oriental saying that the more you beat a woman and a dog the better they will love you. Of course Jack doesn’t beat Mary, but if I were his wife I'd rather he’d beat me than treat me as though he had a bill of sale of me and that my one excuse for liv- ing was to minister to his pleasure. At Home and Abroad. When he saunters out in the morning, correctly attired, in faultlessly fitting clothes, and raises his hat to his friends as they pass, he is referred to as that “hand- some Jack Brown,” “jolly Jack Brown,” “that perfect gentleman,” “that prince of entertainers” and all that sort of thing, and it is all true of him, outside of his own Tome, and in it, when on infrequent oc- ezsions he is moved to share his beautiful home with his friends. He always says “my house,” “my dog,” “my horses,” “my servants,” which is all very furny, when some folks are yet alive who remember that in the big family in which he was reared there was never mcney enough for anybody to say “my” about, even the gowns that the girls wore turn about to dances belonged to no one of them in particular, and thaf all these “mys” were paid for with money which his wife inherited. In fact, as you have discovered, Jack Brown is a gentlemanly boor. He knows all there is to know about etiquette and is a perfect Beau Brummel. Yes, in more ways than one. He loves society and good clothes, a luxurious home, jolly friends and a good time, but he doesn’t care how many hearts he rides over in his selfish way to get them, He cones down to breakfast and growls if the paper has not been aired, he growls if the coffee has cooled while he kept it waiting, he growls if breakfast happens to be a moment late, he growls because the meat is too done and the eggs underdone. He simply snorts when his wife says good morning, and glares if she has failed to make his toast, preferring her way to that of the servant. She must tie his necktle, brush his coat, dust his hat and get him his cane and properly aired and perfumed handkerchief. To his guests he is all smiles and atten- tion, to his wife and children he is taci- turn and gruff. He brings home all his fancied troubles, but never a word does his devoted wife ever get to tell him of her burdens. His children would as soon think of going to the groom with their childish trials as to him. He never spends an even- ing at home if he can avoid it, and he never lets Mary spend one out of it, if he can help it. He says she isn’t strong, and couldn't stand it to run about much, but he means all the time that she would not be on hand to act the valet for him! Compared With a Well-Bred Man. Isn't it a little odd that a man of that character should be so well thought of abroad? But, then, it is easily accounted for, in the fact that he is a Jekyl and Hyde kind of a man, with a side for society 2nd a side for home, and it is the Jekyl side of him which shows in the home circle. Not long since I found in a book the fol- lowing good sense: “A well-bred man is quiet In dress, respectful to women, kind to the weak, helpful to the feeble. He may not always be especially generous or ef- fusive, but good breeding will tell him all the proper observances and the duty of be- ing a conventional gentleman. He assumes a virtue if he have it not, and is courteous and tender to the old, the feeble, the hum- ble.” Jack Brown would rattle around in that measure like a grain of mustard seed in a gourd. And Jack Brown has counterparts all over the world. 1 wonder sometimes if it is natural depravity, inherent in the heart of the human creatures, which leads us to give pain where least we mean it and when those we hurt are nearest and dearest to us. Certain it is that the home life of the average American is far from being what it should be, and the cause of {t doubtless buries its roots in our never- ending “hurry,” our desperate endeavor to Keep up with’ the procession, which leaves us no time, so we think, for the small Politenesses which are the oll to the ma- chinery of life, lack of which makes every- thing run hard, and soon ruins the finer parts. Perhaps, in the hurry and worry of busi- ress life, men torget to be lovers, and think their wives ‘are too sensible to notice the lack of sentiment, so lorg as they know that down deep at heart the old love is as Warm as it ever was. But how do these wives know it? If Jack comes down to breakfast, and flops down with the newspa- per without a morning greeting to either wife or children, it is certainly a cheerless beginning to the day. * Love and Sympathy Needed. In their honeymoon days a kiss would have been the only pruper method, probably, of meeting his wife, and why isn’t it worth mcre now than it was then? Mary has been a wife for twenty years or more. She has fulfilled in every way the vows she made at the altar, yet she walks more surely alone tcday than if she wore no wedding ring. She has no part in his plan of pleasurable existence,she cuts no figure in his thoughts, she is no more to him than the Chinaman who launders his linen, only that he knows that his wife he can always depend upon to do as he wants, and his laundryman, he can’t. Of course he loves her! He told her so, and he clinched it by marrying her! That ought to satisfy her. But does it? When a woman marries, does she, any more than a man, marry only for a home, the care of children, the burden of rearing reputable men and women? Does she, at the altar, solemnly promise that with the taking of the name wife she will forever forego all the sweet tenderness and cour- tesies of her girlhood days? And then the children! What can you expect of boys and girls who grow up in such an atmosphere? If the boy is to be a “little gentleman,” he has got to have a gentleman to pattern after. Will Jack’s roy find much of an exemplar in the home example of his father? A boy’s first and lasting impressions of manliness are usual- ly patterned after the father. 1 am afraid that Jack “Brown, junior, will never be krown as a Chesterfield, and already people are saying, “What a little limb, and how dces it happen? Son Like the Father. You see, they orly judge by the public ap- pearance of Jack, senior, and they don’t krow that by right of heredity from his father he was born selfish, egotistical, dcmineering and cruel. These traits have been enhanced by home example. All the teaching of his gentle mother would not outweigh one single word of his father wFose crabbedness he already has letter per- fect. Example is much stronger with chil- dren than precept, and a mother may talk till doomsday to her son about the evil of certain things, but if that son sees his father addicted to those hab! and the father yet retains the esteem of his friends and neighbors, you may be sure that it is the example rather than the gentle precept that will dominate him. If his daughter is to be a “litle lady”’ she mest be treated as such in her home, that she may know how to accept the attention of gentlemen outside. All the talk of her mother will not convince her that her fath- er is not a beau ideal of deportment, and if she accepts him as her examplar, her moral tone must be lowered to his standard, if, indeed, she does not lose faith in all man- kind when she begins to measure her fath- er by the men whom she meets, and finds that his double standard of morals and eti- quette is not the accepted one. SENORA SARA. —_—__ BOAS AND*JACKETS. Some Hlustrations of What is Good Style. Every woman who studies to please will be delighted to learn that boas have come back again, and that they are hand- somer than ever. They are made of feathers of every description, cocque feathers being the favorite, and almost the prettiest, though ostrich tips will full sway again. Ostrich tip boas cost a great deal of money, and are always ele- gant, but in a Wash- ington drizzle they soon grow to look like the draggted duck, and then they must be recurled, al- ways a_costly thing todo. But the cocque plumes only need to be shaken quite vig- orously, and hung in a warm room to dry, when they come out just as pretty as ever. Some of the boas are very long, and oth- ers are “buntily” short. Boas of lace and chiffon will be worn as long as possible and a pretty fancy is to fasten them with a bunch of holly set in a pouf of lace, and another is to bring the ends together under a tiny mink’s head. Or you ean fasten them on the side under a big looped bow with ends coming to the feet falling back and front of the shoulder. Never lose an opportunity to use ribbon. Of course fur boas will be quite the thing a little later, but just now, nobody cares to talk about fur. A great many of the feather boas have a collar of the overlying feathers, and the ends look like the tabs of the fur capes. It is a pretty fancy, likely to be popular. A pretty illustration of the short boa, the popular hat and the nobby double-breast- ed jacket is found in the first picture. While capes are go- ing to be worn more than anything else, there are days when a woman feels as though she was not dressed for the street without a neat jack- et, of which this style isa splendid expo- nent. The hat is the stylish new felt flat, low crowned and slightly flaring, with the front effect widened perceptibly by the arrangement of the feathers. Another jacket which looks like a half- finished dressing sack is called a “box coat.” No woman could eves be pursuaded that it is anything but hideous, but it will find lots of wearers, because it ‘looks so odd, don’t you kncw?” It does for a fact! A tiny roll collar is velvet faced, while the revers. looking as though the cloth had run out too quick, are simply stitched, and the stitching runs all around the jacket. ae *A Story of Mystery. Do you know what a “Story of Mystery” is? It is a continued story of which all but the last chapter is printed, and then guesses are made as to the solution, then the final installment 1s printed. Early in October a most interesting mystery story, ‘When the War Was Over,” will be started in ‘The Star, and five hundred dollars will be given for the first absolutely correct solution. In case no guess is abso- lutely correct the amount will be divided among those nearest to a correct solution. ‘The guesses will be confined to women read- ers. Fuller particulars later, ——ee How They Solved the Trouble. From the Chicago Record. “Smith and his wife quarreled right along from the ‘time they were engaged until they got married. “and then?” “They got @ divorce.” AN AMATEUR CUPID BY JOHN! orks 1895.) Watsie Jervass, whose proper name was Walter, waz his parents’ only child, so early in life he was treated almost as if he were a man. All that his father and mother knew about their neighbors and acquaintances, as well as much which they thought they knew, was freely talked of in the boy’s presence, until in the course of time Watsie, who was always cautioned egainst repeating anything which he heard at home, found his mind so closely packed with other people’s affairs that he wonder- ed how it could make room for any more. What troubled him more, however, was that some people of whom he heard did not get rid of some of their difficulties, when the way seemed so easy. Almost any trouble seems easy of remedy—by those who don’t have to do it—so when Watsie heard his parents tell how some man could pay his debts, or some woman bring up her family better, or some minister preach sermons that would do special good, he would ‘sometimes ask why his father or mother did not go at once to the pers named and give them the advice necded In answer to such questions he generally got an cdd smile, Or the information that he would know when he grew older and Knew more ebcut human nature, but such replies were nct at all satisfactory, for it seemed to him that he knew ail that hi Parents could tell avout human nature in his native town of Plumville. One case that gave aim much to think of was that of Masie Mack, a teacher in the school which he attended. Miss Masie had come from another towy, and as she was quite pretty she had upset the hearts and heads of half a dozen young men at Plumville, although no one could sas that she did anything to attract attention or to lure sweethearts from other young women. She was attraciive enougi in herself, how: ever, to make a number of the older und soberer natives wish that some young man might persuade her to becure a permat lent of the village, aid Watsie’s uo» father said tha: if he wer> a bachelor he would teach sume of the stupid fellows of the village what cush: to be done with so charming an oppor y What provokel 1S3 most was that Lincola assistant po master, and as uice,a young man as cou: BERTON. be found any sh ke vould ne help blushing whe the ae teacher,seemed to do wothing tbat he ought to do to keep the youns woinan ‘rom being captured by Ca a gvod cnouga fellow to all a who had acei, try to pur of large, oid pine trce long enjoyed as a smi which the vill. having eut dow to be sawn into | The captain was attentions to Mis: the owner of the but a city man, come to Plumyilic to y objected to railroaded to the city under, Sines3-Hke in his Masie as he was toward e © trees; he had a fine pair of horses, and seemed to have nothing to do while school was not in session, so he treqvently took the preity teacher out driv- ing, while poor Lincoln irace, who spent nearly ail hours in the post office, could fford to hire a livery horse and buggy, or even to attend evening parties at which’ Misg5\ S present ‘There was one place, however, where Lin- coin Brace and thé’prétty teacher were sure to meet once a week, and that the Sunday school, fot litncoln was librarian cf the school, and:Miss Masie had been persuaded to take a class of the older girls: indeed, they were ¥ougg women. But what did that amount to?" As Watsie’s mother truthfully remarked, tach girl in that ela bad # warm place: imher heart for the brarian, so whengver, the young man proached the clas to take up the retur: books or to bring hew’ones h by an: absolute thorus of which made him biwh s ap- ed je was receive: r as the effect upon whs cOucerned. @lthough only Ss 80 ‘kcod a Bi twelve years of ave, w scholar, thanks to his patents, that he was a class an the side of the Sunday school room where the older stud were, and the seat of his class was tly behind that of the pretty teacher; so there were parts of the Sunday school i could -not keep his eye: and- Lincoln. Where his eyes w were his thoughts, too, and thoughts in time lead to acts, as surely as w will lead to doing. So it came to pass that one da: he was right in the midale of 2 of Scripture verses for a prize, there came to Watsie an idea so brilliant that it took entire possession of his mind and made him tecite the remaining verses so badly that he fell about fifty verses behind his nearest competitor. Still, he told himself that he didn't care; one of the lessons that had been impressed upon him, at Sunday school and at home, was that a man should rot live for himself alone, but do all he could for others, especially for those who were not able to do all they should for themsely. “Mamma,” said Watsie at the dinner table that day, “when a woman—a real nice young woman—is in love with a man, does she really have to wait for him to do all the talking? Can't she say or do any- thing for herself Mrs. Jervass looked prudent, but said nothing, so her husband answered: “Indeed she can, my boy; otherwise some other woman might have been your mother.” “You wretch,” exclaimed Mrs. Jervass, although she did not look as if she meant it, and when her husband blew a kiss to her from the other end of the table she lcoked so handsome that Watsie told him self that Miss Masie was not the prettiest woman in the town—not by a long way. But he did not forget what was uppermost in his mind, so he asked: “What did she do, father?” Mrs. Jervass held up her forefinger warn- ingly, and her husband replied: “Just what she should—bless her.” Then the subject of conversation was rapidly and discreetly changed. During the remainder of the day Watsie’s brain was in a whirl. He tried to read and study the lesson for the next Sunday, but he could not even memorize the verses. He tried to read his library book, but it did not seem interesting. He went off to visit a sick boy of his acquaintance, but instead of talking on Sunday topics, as he tried to do, he consulted the invalid about ways and means of bringing Miss Masie and Lincoin Brace permanently together, and the two finally found themselves in the throes of lterary composition, for their purpose was to construct a tender note which should seem written by the pretty teacher to the assistant postmaster. After two hours of absolute brainracking the sick boy said: “It's no use, Watsie. We're not old enough for this sort of thing. The best of these things we've written are bad enough to make a tomcat sick.” “But Link Brace jgn’t a tomcat,” sug- gested Watsle. " “That's so,” repjied,the sick boy, thought- fully; “so I guesg ‘twould just about kill him. The best thing we can do is to try something that’s béebn used before, and has been knowa to do the business. I think it ought to pe a verse, too.” “Let's have it, then,” said Watsie, in the desperation of hdpeléssness. “What had it better be?” 2 “Well,” repliedathe sick boy, after long thought, “It ought ta be short, simple and right to the poimt, and I can’t think of anything of the xind that’s better than a verse that I've seen on lots of valentines in the stationerysstore every February.: It reads this way: “If $oa Jove me As I Ibve you, No knife can cut Our loves in two. “That's great!—great!” Watste exclaimed. “The more you read it, the pointeder it seems.”” “How are you going to work it?” asked the sick boy. “I'll tell you when I’ve done it,” was the reply, as Watsie hurried away. On the following Sunday Watsie reached his class seat very early, bringing with him a pale face, a furtive eye, and a four- line verse written in imitation of a wo- man’s penmanship, the latter having been constructed as nearly as possible in the manner of the last “monthly report” on himself, and made out by Migs Masie’s own hand. He had some suspicioh that he was technically a forger, which was not a pleas- ant state of affairs to contemplate; still, if his parents, who knew everything, were sure that the pretty teacher and the as- sistant postmaster ought to make a match, he thought that the result ought to justify the means. When Miss Masie entered the room Watsie’s heart began to thump as if he hed been running a foot race with Call Root, the fastest runner in town, and when she took her seat, directly in front of him, Watsie felt as he thought thieves must feel, for it was his purpose to pick up her library book, when she dropped it in the Seat beside her, look over ft, as if he won- dered whether he might like it himself, and then slip into it, directly upon the card on which each person drew a book, the poem intended to bring one love affair to the conclusion desired by the entire town, barring the few young women who themselves preferred Lincoln Brace to any other young man. It took much tricky maneuvering to get the book, for Miss Masie placed it between her and Grace Truston, an estimable young woman, who had been the town’s choice for Lincoln Brace before Miss Masie ap- peared, and for a few moments Watsie was in doubt as to which book was which, but his mind was finally relieved by the pretty teacher herself, who took the book and placed it upon the seat at her right. ‘Then Watsie acted quickly, although none too soon, for no sooner had he obtained it than the young woman herself looked around inquiringly, and Watsie had barely time in which to slip the verse between the card and one of the pages. A moment later Miss Masie collected the remaining books of the class and _ piled them on top of her own, and Watsie thanked his stars that he had acted so protaptly. Socn Lincoln Brace came for them; the lessons had already begun, but Watsie went so deeply into his own mind in wonder zs to what Lincoln would do and feel when he read that verse and learn- ed trom whom it came that he gave his an- swers as stupidly as if he had never studied the lesson. Then he longed for the librarian’s appear- ance with the new books, and when he saw Lincoln his heart gave a joyous bound, for the young man looked as happy as he had done cn the day when the Plumville post office had been raised from third-class to second-class and his salary had been in~ creased. Indeed, he looked so very happy that Watsie, for the first time in his life, longed for the day when he himself should be a man and in love, and satisfied that the girl of his heart loved him, although he informed himself that somebody else should not have to help the matter along—no, in- deed. As Lincoln approached and placed beside Miss Masie the books called for by her class Watsie leaned forward a bit, for it seemed to him that the young man ought to say something to the point, right then and there. But he didn’t; he merely drop- ped the books and hurried away. After Sunday schcol Watsie visited his inyalid friend and reported progress, tell- ing just how Lincoln Brace had looked and acted, and the invalid, who was a year or two older than Watsie, and therefore thought he knew how lovers ought to act, declared that it was a “sure thing,” and vhen Lincoln himself became post- Masier it was quite likely that he would make both boys clerks in the office, should they tell him how they had helped ‘him. Watsie had been entirely unselfish in his the pretiy teacher to the ter, but the idea that he come a clerk in the post o which all wide-awake red, swelled in his mind keep quict, so he took It was good that he did, , Where many poor peo- ere, consequently, the about as uneven as the p can.2 face to face for ple lived, lewalk: we re ways of the wicked, h with the pretty teacher, who was leaning against a tree and looking very doleful. “Oh, Watsie,” she exclaimed, “I’m so glad to have some one come along. I've turned my foot on this wretched sidewalk, and it pains me so that I can’t walk. Do you suppose you could find a carriage some- where to take me home?” “Certainly,” replied Watsie; then he started on a run for Lincoln Brace’s house, intending to tell the young man ail about it, and ask him to go toa livery stable for a and make assurance doubly regarding his affair with Miss Masi Lincoln was not at home, and as Watsie wondered where he himself could soonest get a horse and buggy, whom should he see coming down the street behind a spirited team but Captain Stiles. An in- born sense of chivalry sugested at once to Watsie that if the captain could not marry the pretty teacher he would fee! better ail his life if he could have the privilege of being of any assistanca to her when she was in trouble, so n into the 1, threw up kis h: pped the cap- ‘and told him what had happened. “I'm just the man she needs,’ reply. “Jump in!’ Two minutes later Watsie found himself sorry for the captain, for that young n spoke so tenderly to ie sufferer, and ner so carefully and gently into the that the boy wondered how the captain would ever recover from his dis- appointm x The next morning, while on his way to sebool, which led him past the post office, Watsie was stopped by Linco Brace, who said Watsie, you're a smart young fellow, and know how to hold your tongue; I want you to help me at something. You'll prom- ise never to tell a word of what Iam go- ing. to say to you “1 said Waisie. said Brace, “I found a poem in Grace Truston’s library book yesterday, and the consequence is that she and I are engaged to be married, and I don't care who knows it, for I'm tue happiest men in the worid; I’ve had my heart set on her for a year or two. But i've found out that she didn’t write the poem, and we've made up our minds that it was done, for fun, by some girl in her Sunday school class or some boy in yours, for nobody else could have handled the book. Now, as you're in school, and know the writing of most of the scnolars, I want you to find out, if possible, who did it, because Grace and I will be that person's truest friends for life.” Watsie felt as if the ground was sinking under his feet and the top of his head was soaring into the clouds, but he recovered his self-control enough to say: ‘Well—if that’s the way you both feel—I wrote that myseif and put it into the book, thinking It was——” “Bless you, my boy. As for Gracie, don’t ed if she hugs your head off.” went on to school, but not as hap- y as he wished, for how bad the pretty er would feel when she learned that In was another's. Evidently she did not yet know it, for she was brought to school in Captain Stiles’ carriage, and the captain himself carried her in and placed her in her char, and, despite her helpless- ress and probable pain, she looked prettier But s the w ONE ENJOYS Both the method and results when Syrup of Figs is taken; it is pleasant and refreshing to the taste, and acta gently yet promptly on the Kidneys, Liver and Bowels, cleanses the sys- tem effectually, dispels colds, head- aches and fevers and cures habitual constipation. Syrup of Figs is the only remedy of its kind ever pro- duced, pleasing to the taste and ac- ceptable to the stomach, prompt in its action and truly beneficial in its effects, prepared only from the most healthy and agreeable substances, its many excellent qualities commend it to all and have made it the most popular remedy known. Syrup of Figs is for sale in 50 cent bottles by all leading drug- gists. 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The pretty teacher looked at Watsie as kindly as if the boy had given her, instead of, {race Truston, to Lincoln Brace, and “Watsie, you are excused.” “Jump into the carriage,” said the cap- tain, as the two left the school house. ‘There was a flourish of the whip, and with- in two minutes the couple were outside the village limits, then the captain slackened his speed and said: “My dear boy, I'd like to do something very splendid for you, for yesterday you gave me the chance of my life.” pogiow- tow was that?, stammered the oy. “Why, by asking me to help Miss Black to her home. The upshot of it is that we're going to be raarried. She—well, she admit- ted that if I could be so useful in time of trcuble I might be useful to her as a steady attendant. Tell me, honestly—had you any dea that I was in love with her?” "I certainly had,” said Watsle in all hon- esty. “I'm your friend for life then. Count on me always.” When a sensible person makes an awful blufder that turns out a brilliant success there is nothing to do but wonder what would have happened if he hadn't blun- dered, so that is exactly what Watsie did for years and years. —_—.__ Parisian Suitings. “Parisian suitings” are being shown in the shops, and while the colorings are simply exquisite, the texture of the fabric, which is just as fine as the English mel- ton and cheviots, is of a perfect weave, and will make beautiful street and calling gowns, and all for “fifty cents a yard, don’t you know?’ Of course, it never saw Paris, not a thread of it, and every iota uf the wool in it grew on American sheep, and is manufactured in the United States. For be it said, to the shame of American worren, they will pay much more willing- ly the exorbitant prices asked for novelties, if they are only labeled “Parisian,” when it is known to the trade that American looms car. now manufacture as fine grade stufis as are made in the world, by proeess of machinery. —__ A Traveling Wrap. ‘The new traveling wraps are remarkably shapely and serviceable. One that is to cross the continent very soon is made of light-weight blue ond white mixed cheviot, and bas almost as mary pockets. as a man’s. It has a plain princess back, flar- ing, but closed, and fastens invisibly in front, the collar having a velvet facing, but all the other ornamentation being plain stitching. — The Aluminum Industry. From the Indianspolis Journal. The growth of the aluminum industry and presumably of its vse is shown by the fact that the total output of the substance has increased from 223 pounds in 1885, worth at the factory $2,550, to 550,000 pounds in 1894, worth $316,250. The cost has been reduced frcm rearly $10 a pound to less than 60 cents a pound. Hitherto Pittsburg has had prac- ticaily a monopoly of the industry, but the establishment of an aluminum plant near Niagara Falls, which will utilize the new electrical power developed there, will mate- rially increase.the output. duane averecesenaceeacuocovcucocueseeoetesreeseracrocecnenn Sift ono quart, of flour, two rounding tea- = spoonfuls of baking powder, and one tea- £ spoonful of salt into a bowl: add three teas E spoonfuls of COTTOLE! ect il thoroughly mixed; then add rufficient milk to make & soft dough ; knead lightly, roll out about halt an inch thie nd cut with asmal! biscuit cutter. 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