Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, March 25, 1894, Page 18

RESULT OF FAULTY TRAINING Ignorance of Domestio Economy is a Rock on Which Many Lives Are Wrecked. OTHER ROCKS IN THE MATRIMONIAL SEA pe o Tler ita Views - Her ¥ Ficklo Fash- Sox Gowsip. Mand Banks Tells How She Ca Radlcal W\ o 1 perle clety tons und Fair o I few weeks my attention marringes, which tainly not satisfac that In each and uncongenial of the women Within the past has been drawn to three it not tory. 1 can trace ity to the faulty training To one who, like myself, regards her own sex with admiration, who Is lenient to Its faults and alive to its virtues, this is a sad state of afairs, writes Ruth Trevelyn in the Brooklyn Times. These women whose happiness is con- stantly on the verge of shipwreck—who tell me thefr troubles with tears In their eyes— have never been taught to spend money properly, to have falth in human nature, or to accept the inevitable. They all are excellent ho industrious and en- srgotie, with interests outside their homes, yet their lives are failures despite iheir domesticity. Where shall we find the reason? Every girl should be systematically trained ' understand the use and value of money. A knowledge of arithmetic is not sufficient, sut practical demonstrations in buying thould be carried on from childhood up. It is a woman's business to spend money w much as it is a man's to earn it. A wife who imagines that with $1,000 income the can dress as well, pay as high a rent, ive as extravagantly and compete in every way with her neighbor who has thrice that wm, is little short of a fool. Yet on this plainly sighted rock two out of the three women I have mentioned have shattered their happine: Undoubtedly rconomical, belng toolish But when finds that his wite throw fows than he can shovel in at the door, naturally he becomes discouraged. Annfe’ Besant in her ‘‘Autoblography” Jays that “knowing nothing of household management or the economical —use of money” was the first cause of unhappiness in_her married life. 3 “I had never had an allowance or ‘even bought myself a pair of gloves,” she adds, which is something unusual in the bringing p of an English girl. Domestic economy should be taught in svery school for girls, for u home conducted s @ husiness basis has a stability that slight family jars cannot upset. A woman who has a stated sum for house- keeping expenses, who keeps exact accounts and has her own check book, fs not so prone to hysterical fancies, jealous forebod- Ings and norvous prostration as the wife who regularly goes through the farce of wheedling necessary funds from her hus- dand. are ¢ ture is unhappy A strange fe the discontent case ecpers, themselves “penny wise and pound for years a husband ¢ more out of win- they consider Then girls should be taught to have faith n human nature. Some one says: “It is 10t half so immoral to doubt the existence o God as it is to have no belief in actual goodness.” A woman who marries in the bellef that Al men are sensual and depraved and is Always expecting her husband to fall into temptation is very apt to have her expecta- lons realized. Jeglous, suspicious, mis- frustful wives arouse men’s ire more than wnything else under heaven. The women before specified all imagine, \bsolutely without reason, that their hus- vands are unfaithful to them. They dis- trust their word, are suspiclous of their Irlends, question every action. Such con- fuct continued for a term of years is mough to demoralize any man. There is 10 perfect union without perfect trust. Then, again, girls should be taught to ac- tept the inevitable. They should not expect when they marry to be as frec from care wnd_responsibility as they were during girl- 100d. A woman who takes-mpon herself the mar- riage vows with the deliberate determina- lion that she will never become a mother, puts herself upon a level with the poor crea- Lures Dr. Parkhurst's crusade is for a time rendering homeless. Physiological training of the best sort should be included in every girl's curriculum. It s this fighting against the fnevitable that makes much misery In women's lives. Not the mysteries of birth alone, but of death they struggle against, madly, hope- lessly. The first-born is claimed by the angel of death; father, mother, friends drop out in the course of nature. Men accept these Inexorable laws of fate, but women rebel, often almost ruining their own lives in the conflict, Grief absorbs them, they nurse it a8 a flower of promise. Rather should they pluck it from them as a noisome weed which chokes up all the avenues of noble living. In order to become a happy wife a girl needs a knowledge of household economy, falth in human goodness, and a readiness to accept the laws of her being. The most ancient moralist that we know, the Egyptian Ptahhotpou, spoke of women a3 bundles of mischief and bag full of lies and wickedness. The testimony of the wall palntings of Thebes, of the bas reliefs of Lougsor, and of the antique papyrl written by the remote predecessors of Boceacclo and Sacchetti, says Harper's Bazar, goes to show that the ladies of old Egypt, with thelr plaited hair and jeweled bosoms, were ardent lo attack and weak to resist. Princesses, faughters of the priestly clas, or peasants, all resembled the wifo of Potiphar, if we may believe the ingenious stories, the popu- lar tales and the golden legends which have for centuries amused the ennui of the mum- mies In their silent tombs, and which the modern readers of hieroglyphics are now de- siphering for the better comprehension of the most ancient and perhaps the gayest of civilizations. The Egypt of the Pharaohs Is no longer figured in our imagination as L land of hieratic contemplation, but rather like our own country, as a place of joy and > tears, of hopes and of fears, of fllusions and emotions, a land peopled by human be- ings like our<elves, who laughed, sang, loved wnd passed. Modern erudition Nas even suc- seeded in deciphering love lyrics that were sung 4,000 or 5,000 years ago on the banks of the' Nile—lyrics in which the ancient Egyptians expressed the sentiments that de- voured them—sometimes with exqulsite swoetness, at other times with an exuber- ance and a boldness of imagination that alarm our more sober western minds. The Egyptian made all nature participate in his amorous emotions—tho song of thoe birds, the perfume of flowers, the murmur of the breeze. Egyptian love is a manifestation of the joyous and splendid harmony of tri- umphant nature, but at the same time it 1s tempered by a vall of sadnoss, and by tho ever-present consclousness of the fragil- Ity of things and the brevity of bliss. The Egyptian woman was almost the squal of the man; she was free to come and go, to tempt and to bs tempted, and e made uso of her privileges. The land of Potiphar's wife is not tho land either of the harem or the vell. It Is in the pal- aces of Assyria that we must look for the harem. It is in the valleys of the Euph tes and the Tigris, in the cradle of eivill eation that we shail find the veil, that em- blem of modesty and submission which became one of the arms of coquetry almost A8 800n as it was invented. The first woman who saw her own image reflected in the Sl waters of the river, whether Pison, Othon, Hiddekel or Euphrates, was the firs coquette, and when she began to arrange her hair, to smooth It, to hide It with a vell or shawl, to conceal one part of her tace and to reveal another, the art of colffure was invented. The presentation dress of Miss Bayard, who made her bow to the English queen at the recent drawing room, was of white molre. The decollete corsage had a large bow of cream lace and yellow velvet fas- tened with a diamond agrafe; sho wore, too, & sash of cream lace, also fastened with dlamonds. Her court train fell from the shoulders, and was of rich white satin trimmed around with ruchings of the same, THE OMAMA 9 The chief feature of these royal drawing to be the court train. It full four yards, and rooms wotill must always measure as the throne room s reached, (his mense attachment Is spread out fn all amplitude, romaining thus displayed as t first curtsey s made to the queen. A Ii of gentleman ushers, who stand opposite the ing comp then take the 4 from hand to hand as its wearer passes along, curtseying constantly as she proceeds. \When the end of the line Is reachied the vietim is allowed to hang it over arm, and, thus incum bered, backs finally out of the pre It will be sean that w serious respon rests upon both the gentleman ush and the debuntante. For either to anticipate the moy s of the other would produce an awkward result, When it Is considered that the presented women are succceding each other with zreat rapidity, and that toe crush abont them is at all times severe, it will be gauged how difficult a graceful tran sit between the lines 15 a smart family of a mother and her three daugi bid fair to become rich in th few years by catering for parties and dinne These ladies live in an acces sible part he Fourth district, and t most beautiful room in thelr house is their kitchen. It only has every modern con nee for cooking, but fs set forth like some quaint old English inn, with gay ju and pots and Jars and burnished br. The ladies do all the'r own cooking such golden loaves of cake, such snow bread, such salads as they compose a good as the best ever written. Every they make has that invaluable hom flavor that the most famous restaurant in the world cannot acquire. They not only take orders for supper, but they set and decorate the table and then attend in per son to serve it from the buffet heir charges are moderate, and such sense a energy deserves There I3 In New Orlean women folk ters, who conrse of a not s and white Dress reform has now got into poetry Hore ix a sample of the way Pegasus rides rough shod over the new order of things: Tack Qlshicloth, wnd fits 1k aiters, with wr That more | And gray w folt hat 1 ha Whilst th make 8till rate shupeles more than the N1-Atting wnce of hate 1 w0 fran horror, the “bifurcat agliness o Iy Ml Dross. nains for the heaven-horn muse to inspire one of the happy women who can find their pockets and have solved the prob lem of existence on a rainy day is rather an unique way of language to be left alone in a in a strange house, among ithout knowing a word of * said Miss ., writing in the New York Tribune. “That is the way I learned German. I had never studied it in America, and I made up my mind to what hard work would do for me in the four months I intended to devote to painting under Herr at Munich. So suaded my people to put me under the of one of his relatives, a_very highly edu cated frau professorin, who spoke no lan- guage but her own, and whose social ‘kreis comprised only Germans of her own ¢ Even my mald was an honest burgher diens madehen, newly engaged for the express purpose of compelling myself to use no other tongue but that of the country, so that the one creature of my circle who was conver- sant with my own language was the little German teacher who came every other day to hear me recite my lesson. It was quite astonishing the progress I made, and how rapidly I became able to understand the versation of those about me, and how s could enfoy my Goethe and Schiller, for it was like a revelation to read the German poets in tho original, I found my greatest help in the theater, whither we went, my gnadige frau and I, two or three times a week. By sending for the play beforehand and translating it with my teacher I was able to enjoy it understandingly from the outset, and” I recommend all who go abroad 1 to study a language to go and do In two months I became fairly sant with all ordinary forins of ex- pression, and could read and write 0o, after a fashion, so when L finally left Munich I considered myself a fair German scholar. “Some of my early experiences wero very amusing. On the first day of my arrival two little children, grandchildren of my hostess, rushed into my room, gazed al me with disappointment plainly written on their countenances, and then wildly fled as 1 at- tempted some advances, and 1 heard after- ward that they returned to their ‘o'mama’ (grossmutter), exclaiming, ‘Aber nein! The fraulein is not an Indian after all’’ They had heard that I was a North American, and fully expected to find me decked out with paint and feathers and in the costume of the aborigines.” ert, “T faney it learning a strange land, strange people, the vernacular, FABHION TIPS. A new shade of brown is called mordore. Violets for outdoor wear are the accepted floral favorites, New dotted Swiss muslins have colored pin dots or are powdered with Dresden roses printed in color. White and ecru duck suits and brown glazed linens are made up in tailor suits for summer morning wear. Tea rose evening waists of silk gauze or chiffon, with fine jet trimmings, are worn with black watered-silk skirts, The new belts are fully elghtecn inches wide, and made of jet to match the collar. Braid is also made up into these broad belts, Linen and duck dresses are to be popular again this year. They are made In the coat and skirt style and worn with vests and shirts. Among the new gowns aro those made of swivel silk. The skirts are made plain, being in colors beautiful enough to need no addition. Little girls from 2 to § years of age now wear gingham sunbonnets trimmed in lace, and made out of the same material as the quaint little dresses, The ribbon manufacturers must be making their fortunes, for no article of dress, in- cluding fine underwear, is without its trim- ming of ribbon. Jet Is certainly taking first place among the new trimmings, and will be used in great profusion on hats and dresses alike. Hven the laces are elaborately jetted. One of the prettiest trimmings for light summer goods is lace beading in white or black, with drawn ribbon or velvet to corre- spond in color with the goods. New oreped zephyr goods come in stripes, chine, and dotted effects, some of the fab- rics showing a creped colored stripe alter- nating with one in cream or ivory-white, likewlse crinkled. Moire 15 watered in many novel patterns. The water-mark remains, but is supple- mented with dots, lozenge figures, shadow figures, floral effects, ribbed stripes, and similar designs. The rage for black moire ribbon finds a fashionable manifestation in the sash of this ribbon falling from the waist to the foot of the gown. Two stiff loops are laid over the falling ends. A new kind of trepe moire Is belng used in Paris for Easter ball gowns, and it s often lavishly embroidered with spangles. “Moire arabesque’ is another new variety which makes vory effective. coats. Very pretty vine-ombroidered, brier- stitehed or tuck and insertion, all-over fab- rics in lawn, French muslin and Indian linen are shown this season, designed for yokes, walsts and borderings for summer dresses, Satin ribbon three inches wide folded to the width of the ordinary collar and fas- tened at the side in a saucy butterfly bow, is a chunge from the shirred velvet collar that has recelved the approval of Madame 1a Mode. Pink and sea-green (affetas ened with delicate gold vines running through the stripes, and in Paris pink corded silk is used for bridesmaids’ toilets, with black velvet ribbon trimmings and large black velvet hats. YEMININE NOT! The Ruftalo Historical association voted to admit women as members, Mrs. Gladstone has just passed her 81st birthday. Her vitality is as remarkable as that of her eminent husband. Mrs. Humphrey Ward, who ently com- pleted her new novel, “Marcella,” is suf- fering from an attack of nervous prostra- tion. Among the gifts which Frederic Gebhard are bright- has im- | | ha ne $20,000 Dat bestowed upon his flances are a diamond Jace worth $60,000 and a ruby valued at ness James de Hothzchild is a lover of and contributed some V snes be recent water-color exhit The countess of Aberdeen ha rangements to continue the sale of the goods exhibited and sold at the Irish village lnst v Harnard college has Just recelved a itt of $5,000 from Mrs. Joseph Blake. An u known friend has given the college $100,000 building fund Why not a woman?* I vises to ask. She wants to kinow why men are never remembered in the dis teibution of decorations, peerages, and 8o on The ‘monocle” has gone out of fashion \bryad; it fs sald that those who still cling to this ugly single glass might be counted on the fingers of both hands. Queen Victoria has a wholesome dread of fire. Whenever she goes abroad she always has a couple of fira oxtingulshers sent out in advance and fitted up in the house where be will reside. Perhaps it would be as well for tin mothers to go off for a little trip somewher Mrs. Crackenthorpe, who first raised Revolt of the Daughters,” repeats the cry in the Nineteenth Century for March. The Anierican Marquise de Breteuil (formerly Miss Garner) has a charming new house in Paris, just completed—a house which is called there a princely residence The marquise fs now the mother of two little wons Tho wife of Grieg, the charming woman, of a bright daposition and a delightful hos an excellont musiclan and sing accompanfed ber husband on 5 ns dy Henry Somer. composer, s a \d cheerful oss. She Is r, and has most of his Lanolin, which is a fat made from lamb's wool bolled in alcohol, is sald to be very cacious In removing wrinkles, the ofl ng a pecullar eficacy for feeding the es of the skin, Buy from any druggist nd apply with the finger, rubbing it well into the sk.n. Miss Ada Rehan is having her one in ofls by the London artist, Loudan. ‘There Is a_rumor that some ardent Inglish admirer of Miss Rehan’s talents has bequeathed to her a considerable sum of money in recognition of such admiration. The 6-year-old of the late Guy de Maupassant is the principal helr of her uncle. Her name s Limone de Maupassant, nd it was the pleasure he found in her pretty childish ways when the coming shadow of insanity had begun to darken his life that induced the novelist to make her his legatee, THE “CENTURY WAR BOOEK.” portrait Mouat is niece Tocreased Popular d for The I Il The wonderful den Bee's edition of the continues unabated, if the book will hery least, cecupy as imy household as did album Every reader of the history of this country possesses more or less general information coneerning the great nts of the war of the rebellion. o far as personal in- terest goes the great conflict remains to many a vague, shadowy thing of the past, without the power of exciting present emoti For d for copies of The ‘entury War Book” It beging to app: ifter, in this country at rtant a place in the + old-time photographic sch in the pages of the new popular edition of (he “Century War Book' there re- mains a surfeit of exciting narrative more thrilling than any evolved from imagination merely. x Tven a casual perusal of this one standard his‘ory of the civil war canuot fail to awaken intense enthusiasm. The personal recollections of thousands of privates, crowded with all the petty and sometimes momentous detail of camp and marching life—the actual facts of the situa- tion as viewed from both sides of the line of battle by the men who directed the fight- ing, stir the reader with an absorbing in- terost. The glimpses aforded of the inner councils, the personal characteristics of men embodied in friendly and sometimes adverse criticism, are presented as no other hands could give them. Questions of figures and disputed data are here se tled beyond further argu- ment. It was well that the preparations of the ar- ticles upon varions campaigns were intrusted to the leading commanders Upon both sides at the time they were. Since then a ma- Jority of the writers have passed away, and are marching in reviey with’that ‘‘greater army.’" In the matter of illustration equally won- derful results have been achieved. — Anybody can understand and everybody enjoys a pic- lure. The photographs and skeiches from which the “War Book” illustrations were taken are in every case authentic, and pos- sessed of peculiar value. A large number of views of battlefields were made by a special corps since the war, and are printed side by side with war-time views. The comparisons thus shown are doubly interesting. In one are seen the wrecked batteries, fences and debris of war's desolation, and in many mstances the dead lying with faces upturned. In another the same ground is shown, but over it hovers the birds of peace. Broad flelds of grass and luxuriant foliage cover the scars of thirty years before. Only here or there siands a stone monument, or a picket fence marks the burial place of some dead soldier. e - The new popular edition of the “Century War Book,” advertised by The Bee, consists of twenty parts, containing 900 illustrations. One part will be issued each week and may Dbe obtained upon terms which will be found in another column. A An Affectionate Bear. Montana is a zoological garden in its native state, sald Colonel Jim Struthers to a Washington Star reporter. We have all Kinds of wild beasts, from grizzly bears and prairie dogs down. Speaking of bears r minds me of once upon u time. It was be- fore the state got polluted by the trolley, and when it wasn't good form to wear a col- lar. I was prospecting away in the Bull moun- tains. 1 hadn't seen any dirt that looked as though it had the right ring to it. The sun was turning in and the shadows were coming out of the east. I took the pack off one of my horses, picketed the animals and made a supper of hot coffeo and bacon and bread. Then I coiled up In a blanket and knew no more, The night must have been half spent, when I began to dream that I was washing my face in one of the geysers of the Yellow- stone. The sensation became so realistic that 1 awoke. A hot breath was breath- ing on my face, and a strange tongue was swabbing me down. I was sort of dazed with fear, and remained perfectly still. Presently the licking process ceased and the hot breath was withdrawn. A big, dark, awkward something shambled ~off, and I sank to rest once more. When day camo I found that my provision box had beon raided, and the soft earth around me was full of bear tracks. I shivered a littlo bit and moved on. - One of the Mysteries. Cleveland Plain Dealer: Wite—Willlam, T don’t know much about politics, but why do you say Mr. Smith is not a good democrat? Husband—Oh, he owns an ore mine, and— “What has that to do with it?" “You don't understand—"" “Well, there's Plankinton, why do you say he's off? “Because he owns coal lands and wants to protect his men—'" ““Then there's Morgan, you say he's off and updrel.” “Certalnly. He employs 700 men in a lumbering business and Is as mercenary as the shades of sin-—" William!"* “Well 2" ; “Why are you a democrat?" “Me? O, I represent the true and only democracy, the kind that arrays itselt agalnst the other side all the time—every- where—'" “But, Willlam-—"" “Wel “Can’t a man be a good democrat who owns property, and thinks, and looks after his fellow men, and stands by the flag of his country, and—and-—"' “Why—er—confound it! fool woman kuow about Shut up!" What does politics anyway? One word describes it, “perfection.’” We refer (o Dewltt's Witch' Hazél 8alve, cures plles. DALY BEE: SUNDAY, MARCH SWEETHEARTS ALWAYS, Daniel O'Connell. If_sweothenrts wore 8w eetaentts Whether as maid or wife, No drop would be half as plea In the mingled drought of I always But the sweetheart has smiles and blushes When the wife has frowns and sighs, And the wife's have a wrathful glit I'or the glow OF ¥he sweetheart's eyes. If Jovers were lovers alway he same to theart and wi would change—for o future b chequered 1ife But husbands gfow grave and silent, And care on the anxlous brow oft r e the sunshine that perished With the words of the marriage vow. Happy 18 he whose sweetheart Is wife and sweetheart still Whose voice, as of old, can ch Whose kiss, as of old, can thrill Who has plucked the rose, to find ever Its beauty and fragrance increns As the flush of passion is mellowed, In love's unmeasured peace; Who sees in the step a lightness; Who finds in the form of g Who reads an unalter; nesd In the witchery of the fac Undimmed and unchanged, ah! happ Is he crowned with such Iif Who drinks the wife, pledging the sweet- heart, And tonsts in the sweathoast, the wife, ALL ON AN E@ER MORNIXG. John Habhort “Just such a day ald Jack W y n in Boston Gl as Baster usuully to himself as he peered etween the curtains of his window to take a look at the weather one Eas er mornk “Plenty of sun and not much wind—just the to put the Sprite into the water and join her in taking a long, delicious foretas’e of spring.’ To Jack's way of thinking, the the most exquisite thing ever ated Angie Verrinam oxcepted. 'Twas scarcely fair to compare them, for the Sprite was a small yach’, whilo Angie was a young woman; es however, was the very best of class. Siill, there was a great difference between the two ideals of Jack's imagination. The hoat, belonged entirely to him; Angie he felt justified in calling his friend, but be- ond that he did not dare make any elaim, although he carnestly wanted to. He was 25 years of age; Angie ‘was two years younger. They had known 1 been children together in school, and had always liked each other; but when there came a period in Jack’s iife in which his liking developed into a more earnest sentiment An did not seem to recipro- cate his regard Jack had been to numberless parties with Angie. He had taken her driving and sail- ing and nutting; he had made her presents such as old friends might exchange, and several times he had been ‘‘best man' at weddings at which she was bridesmaid, but never had he been able to get beyond the beginnings of love making. Jack hurried down to his breakfast. think ing a thousand times as much about h darling little yacht as of the fact that tho day was Easter Sunday. The Sprite had been out of the water for six entire months, covered with canvas and sometimes with fnow also, but not for a day of the half vear had passed without Jack looking lovingly at a water color, made by a local sign painter, and danging where it would mect his eyes when they first opened in_the morning. Right under it was a picture of Angie. It had been given{to one of his sisters, but ek, although jhonest about most things, had stolen it, and he had made such a fuss when detected that his sister had told him to retain it if he thought it would do him any good. He never entered his room or left it with- out blowing a kiss to the picture—a cere- mony whichi seemed to give him a great deal of comfort. Jack ate haste. The Sprite was'to be put into the water that morning; she had been carefully calked, her rigging had been carefully set and tested, two or three of his friends had come from the city to help him launch and sail her, the weather was exactly right, and it never would do for him to keep his friends waiting—and the tide, too. So he was out of the house just before the clock struck 9 and on his way to the “yard,” where all yachts in the vicinity “laid up” for the winter. Whom should he meet, as he toward the bay, but Angie herself. Both young people stopped; the town was not big enough to have been given over to city manners, 0 any young man and woman who were acquainted”conld stop for a chat in the street without exciting public curios- ity or uncovering a new vein of gossip. ‘You look like an angel, Angle,” said Jack. “Now that I've seen you, Baster has become itself." # “I wish T could return the compliment,” the girl replied, “but I can't. You're not dressed as it this were Baster or any other Sunday. No, T suppose not,” said the young man, looking rather shamefacedly at his boating ‘but the truth is, my boat is to go into the water today and make her first sail of the season. You ought to see her; she's as pretty and neat and dainty and graceful as any girl in town—except you, of course. Just imagine, if you can, how she wants to be in her native clement again and making everything else wildly Jealous. I suppose you can't, though; you're too much like her in one respect—nothing of your own kind ever Is you. “Don’t be silly, Jack. T suppose you w be done the sail in time to come to chur “Oh, Angie! I never knew you to tell a fib hefore, but you certainly told one then. You don't neally suppose that any fellow with any soul in him would stop the first sail of the season for the sake of being preached to, do you?" “No—not if prite was most each other since they his Baster breakfast in great hurried that is all he could see In going to church. I never imagined, though, that you were so stupid as all that. How long it does take for girls to know how thick- headed some young men are.”” Juck hung bis head and bit his lips; then he raised his head and looked indignant. Perhaps she did not understand what it meant, for she continued: “You had a great deal more sense about church-going when you were 10 years younger. 1 wonder why young men forget 80 much which they knew when they were boys? If they go on doing it, T wonder whether they will know anything at all when they reach middle age?” “I suppose, Miss Verrinam, that they will know too much to be interesting any longer to young ladies.” “Now, Jack,” sald Angie, “you did that ry nicely; it was as good almost as any- thing I ever Knew you to do at a school exhibition when you were a boy, but you know that you don’t believe a word of it, and that I don't either, 5o it doesn’t count, as vou boys say at base ball. I do wish, though, that you would care as much for your friends as yeu' do for that yaeht, and that you'd finish your sail in to get back to church.” “What friends flant air, which made him look very hand- some—he didn’t know it, but Angie did. The girl looked somewhat confused, but re- plied_quickly “Oh, never mind, if you don't know them. Good morning."” Jack found his city friends at the boat- yard, each of them belng In blue flannols and a high state of enthusiasm. They liked the looks of the boat and the appearance of the weather, and they appealed to Jack to know whether there could possibly be a finer day and boat. Jack said there couldn’t, but he said it in such a way that one of the fellows, who was a dabbler in physiognomy, asked one of the other fellows if he didn't think that Jack might have got out of the wrong side of the bed that morning. till, the owner of the yacht pulled him- selt together rapidly under the Influence of congenial weather and company, and as the graceful craft slipped into the ocean's arms and seemed uncertain as to what to do next, and Jack gave her a hint by hoisting the Jib, the boys told one another that they guessed the captain of the Sprite was him- self again, All sail was soon made, and the liitle craft made haste to put the land behind her. Jack headed for a point five miles away, and took out his wateh to time her. It was only half past 9; how mean It was of Angle to torment about church a full hour and a bhalf the service would begin! Really, it time ' Jack asked, with a de- him before he were alone he would put ) | PAGE . 1894—TWENTY about_and go back, just to show the dear | ness out of your head one day of the girl b mueh respect he had for her wishies. . He had no desire to go to church; on the other hand he wonld erfully go to the devil—for a short season—if the trip would bring that dear girl nearer to him But wasn't alone wa nothing to be done now but go ahead. The breeze splendid; (he little craft was carrying all wail, and fying like the charming witch which Jack affectionately thought her. She must be making at least eight he looked at his watch to verify opinion “How's she doing. the volunteer crew As well as ever,” was the reply can go out and back inside of an hour. “I like to hear a man talk about his own boat,” said the questioner. “He lies charmingly—and unconsclously “I couldn’t lie about th prite,”” Jack re plied. “She always backs my word." “I'll bet you anythin you like that doesn’t do it this thne was the answer. So say we all of us," remarked another menber of the crew U'll remind you of that sald the skipper, wondering what penalty to exact in case he won told himself again that Angie unusually pretty that morning why The ¢ in handsome watch “What was the time, Jack?” asked one of the boys “Only twenty-six minutes,” was the reply “and wo've the same wind to go back with You've lost your be “Umph! T means a box of cigars out of our pock 1 suppose,” “I'm not sure that I'll It you Aid the owner of the “Spriie you'd bet anything I liked.” “Be merciful, old man. Remember that we haven't bought our summer clothes yet. What's that noise? g What nofse Sounds like a bell, though it ing yacht time.” Juck listened, and the land breeze brought to his ear the sound of a chureh bell—the bell of Angie's own church. There could be no mistake about it; Jack had not been born and brought up’ in the town without being able to distinguish between the sound of the different church bells. It meant that Angie—the dear little saint was about to enter the sanctuary. Not that he wanted to go to church, but hie did hate to have a woman think him dis- obligin, Confound the bo; We're beaten, Jack, unless the wind falls, which there's no likelihood of,” said one of the crew. *‘Name the bet and put us out of our misery." A sudden inspiration—that was what Jack al called it—came to the istance of the captain of the Sprite. “Boys,” sald he, “‘you know it's a serious thing to doubt the promise of a man's yacht The punishment must fit the crime. If I make the time you must all go ashore and 80 to church."” ““Oh, Jack!" protested one. “Not in these toga, ~ We'll look like a lot of fishermen.” ever mind,” said Jack, setting his lowe: Jaw firml, “Your clothes chance to be clean; besides, if my memory serves me, the earliest Christians were fishermen, so you'll have the consolation of putting the original and antique stamp upon the congregation. Don't protest, now; I'm going to hold you to your word.” This is only a trick, so that you may have a dash with the Sprite, all by your- selr.” ot much! I'm going with you, to watch you, and see that you don't flunk.’ There was a great deal of grumbling, but Jack was obdurate, so the crew began to make the best of it, explaining to one anotlier that it was not their own town, and it Juck could afford to play such a trick upon a congregation of worshippers, they could stand their share of it. Meanvwhile, the Sprite neared her start- ing place; no sooner was she close to her moorings than Jack dropped his jib and then his anchor. A moment later the main- sail was down and rudely housed and the master of the yacht hauling his dingy along- side, shouted: All ashore for church!” Ten minutes later the usher of the main aisle of St. John's was confronted by one blue-clad . man whom he knew and three strangers, who looked very ill at ease, Billy,” whispered Jack to the usher, “stow. these blokes among the sinners, won't you Then he looked slyly about for a retired seat for himself. As his eye /wandered about the' church he chanced to see that Angle ‘Verrinam was alone in her family pew, then he remembered that her mother was ill, and that probably her father was with the inyalid, What g geod joke it would be to go boldly down and seat’ himself beside her; joke? He wasn't so sure about that, still, if sho had been in earnest an hour or two before, she oughtn't to be offended. In less than half a minute Angle Verri- nam saw a man, not in Sunday attire, enter her pew and fix his eyes upon the still un- occupied pulpit. A second later she knew who he was and then she fixed her own eyes on the back rail of the pew in front of her. The two occupants of the pew retained their posi- tions without change until the minister announced a hymn and the congregation began to sing. There was but one hymn book in the pew —it _was in Angie's hand when the yachts. man” entered the church, so the girl ap- proached Jack and shared it with him, However rusty Jack may have been as a wor- shipper, he did know how to sing. He had sung with Angie occasionally in volunteer concerts, and flattered himself that their voices blended exquisitely. He did his best at the hymn; if he sang well, maybe she would be pleased, and to pleage that little angel he would cheerfully sing his voice away, even if he were to go dumb- forever after. Then he paid attention to the service, al- though ho counted the minutes until the next hymn, for Angle had decorously re- tired to the further end of the pew the moment the opening song ended. He forgot all about his lale associates. Who would be so foolish as to think of a trio of ordinary men while seated within almost arm’s length of an angel? His sky brightened when the second hymn was announced. As the congrega- tion did not arisc to sing it, it was merely manners for Jack, instead of Angie, to move 0 that they might again share the hymn book. That hymn wasn't half long enough. Jack determined to write a vigorous letter to the local paper, as soon as he reached home, on the pernicious habit of making periods of religious praise as short as possible while prayers and sermons were mude longer. Perhaps It was because he was so much absorbed in thought on this subject that he did not move back to his own end of the pew when the singing ended. As to the sermon, it seemed too short for Easter, or, indecd, for any other Sunday; ‘twas (he first sermon Jack had ever heard which was not long enough. Why, Jack could have sat and listened to that minister all day—sat beside Angie and been happy at being where it seemed the glow of her cheek was reflected to his, where he could see her gloved hands clasped decorously, yet so prettily, and hear continually the music of her gentle breath- 1ng. He didn't wonder that knowledged sweethearts went regularly church, like the fellows with sweet wives. If Angio were his he would go to church with her all day long on Sunday, If she liked, or, happy thought, he would take her on the Sprite to some church eight or ten miles away ,and worship her during the en- tire trip. Little though Jack knew it, the sermon had been a very good one in the opinion of Angie—so good and so inspiring that when she arose to sing the last hymn Jack thought her voice that of an angel, and although he did his best to accompany it he felt himself utterly unfit to be standing beslide its owner. After the benediction Jack turned toward Angle and said “You see I repented and came back."” “I'm so glad,"” it she entirely you belleve he there knots his Jack?" asked one of “We she wihin an hour," ridiculous Then he had looked he wondered the buoy and rounded Jack consulted his rl e reached style; ff 50 “You fsn't strik- follows with ac- to looking sald for exclalmed Angie, meant what she you're the better as “Don't " I'misure T oam.” “It was one of the best sermons I ever heard,” Angle continued. “Did you ever hear a betl “I'm sure 1 don't rem ajant hear a word of this one. I was think erribly hard all the while ou wicked man! Can't you leave busi- mber, though I woek ?" “Twasn't business, Angle; ter subject I was thinking while about the angels—or one of Angie Dblush ke discreet marked “We must go; the And you necdn't try that you have sat h half without h it's true you atonement Sl do it, If T may occupy the same pew, and if you'll forgive me for my rudeness in Roing into it today, dressed as I am. I meant {t for a joke, but 'twas a very poor one,"’ “You're welcome to your joke, If you got any fun out of it," sald Angie, ““for your your manliness in coming.' “It's very swoet of you to say 8o, Angie," Jack replied. He felt too grateful for words to cxpress, and as there was nobody be. hind them, he looked down a moment and took one of Angi hands in his. Jack,” sald Angle reprovingly, but could not release her hand, Bosides, said quickly want you to shake ha: on something You sald a_moment ago that I must come again, and 1 promised to do so if I might sit in the same pew. it a bargain? “Indeed it is," the girl repiled, and Jack would have been willing to make oath that a littlo hand pressed his own. “Suppose, though, that I should often? Habit is a powerful influence, Kknow. "’ Angic as shoe ‘twas A all them and good the re church is nearly empty to make me believe re for an hour and a ing any of the service must come again by way ahe Jack come you succeeded in withdrawing her hand nswered. “Yon know anybody fis church, and that visitors vided with seats." ““Ye-es, but the ushers would put me among the other sinners. It is necessar my spiritual weifare that T always should sit besido a saint, as I have been doing today. May 12" Angie looked contemplative and hesitated L moment, before she replied “If it is really ne Vial our pro- welcome at are always Thank you. suro to talk, one way to prevent it."" They were near the door; Angle quickened her steps and Jack's heart sank within him, but he said hastily “If I could tell people that T had given you my soul in exchange for your heart, every- body would understand. = Won't you con- sider that a bargain too, and give me your hand ?"* The girl But Angie, people wonld be In such a case. There's only stopped,looked up frankly, and extended her hand. Jack looked quickly behind him; no one was in sight, so in a second e had drawn the girl aside from the open doorway, put both arms about her and kissed her. ok ! place! The place is no holler darling,” whispered Jack. In the lobby stood Jack's volunteer crew. They had been agrecing to “jump upon’ the youpg man as soon as he should appear and “tell him what they thought of him They tried to hide behind one another when they saw in what charming company their captainwas, but Jack led Angie toward them and exclaimed: “Boys, 1 want you to know the coming Mrs. Jack. Then Angie became so confused that she looked prettier than ever, and she quickly made an excuse to hurry homeward. No sooner was she out of hearing than one of the boys muttered: “I've my opinion crite. “Yes," maid another, “we never had any idea_tliat such things were going on.” “Neither had she,” Jack explained, “until a moment or two ago."” “Why, you sacrilegious wretch!” “The better the day the better the deed,” said Jack. ““Sea here, Jack,” said one of the boys, after the entire party had kept silence for a moment, “arc there any more chances of that kind in this town?” “‘Possibly,” was the reply. *At any rate, you can never tell how much angel there is in a good girl till you havo been to church with her.” exclaimed Angie. “In this holy than the deed, about a_six-foot hypo- Dewitt's Witch Hazel salve cures ulcers. Dewitt's Witch Hazel salve cures piles. A GREAT POPULAR HISTORY. 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