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1VERY face in boam-
ing,
Every step Is light,
.All the world Is
beautiful
From merry morn
till night.
The little streams
are dancing
And flashing, Just
for fun,
And Joyfully to meet
the sea,
Tho mighty rivers run.
.'.And twice ten thousand flowers,
And twice ten thousand morn.
Jvre wnking In the lonesome woodB
And hy the cottage door.
To count the Easter lilies
Is more than you or I
Can hope to do the long day
through
How hard soe'er we try.
32very faoo Is beaming,
Every step Is light,
For o'er tho threshold Easter
slipped
At waning of the night,
And lltllo birds are singing
Ukc mad for Joy of life,
And all the hours, In sun and
showers,
"With brimming Joy are rife.
Uplift the songs of Easter,
Let none to-day be still,
"When this great world Is like a cup
That flowers overfill,
When blossoms deck the orchnrd,
And boughs nre pink and white,
And winds go by, like wings that fly,
From merry morn till night.
-Margaret E. Sangster, In Youth's Com
panion.
Two
Easter
Bonnets
II, HEN It Y," said
.M v . Montague's
wife, as she i,ium
.,, 1... ,l!ninir.
rT&'ATv room !"id quietly
' yIwk li-- removed the naner
lie whs muling
J'roni his li:ii(ls
"!iov long have
you carried this letter in your pocket?"
"What lctter?--that?-why, it only
came yesterday. You ran sue the ante
Hint is Mumped upon the envelope."
"Well, 1 didn't know. i on are mtj
careless you know you are. That let
1er that e.nne from aunt. "
"What about this oilier?" he skill
fully intenupled. "It's from .laek, I
see." He reaehod for his paper with a
movement at once diplomatic- and ten
tative. "That's exactly what 1 came to tell
you about. It'a wvy thoughtful of him.
1 know, hut well, we'll see what you
think. He writes," slue said, consult
ing tho letter, "'I met ;v our one-time
admirer ' No, that isn't the part.
Here it is, '.Mumbly, dear, I've got a
scheme that's top notch. I want you to
let me get you an Easter bonnet, hero
in the city. Some stunners in the shops
-knock ilie spots oil' anything you can
get in .Mayiield. It begins to look as if
won't be able to get away from the
college, and I'd like-to have some sort
ill a share in the festive season there at
home. Leave it to me, won't ou,
.Mumbly? and J'll rig, ou out on time
in a cryMalfized dream.'
"First, what does he mean b knock
ing oil the spots?'" she inquired. "I
suppose that's just an cxpicssimi of his,
however. Now, who' do you think?"
"I think it is," said Henry, who was
looking furtively at nis paper; "1 gue.i.s
that's it."
"lit nrv Montague, you haven't heard
u word." .She took the paper and putix
behind her. "I meant what do you think
of his plan?"
"Good scheme. Mest I've heard of.
Lei him g.'t the contraption there by all
incaiib. There I refer to the bonnet,
raiuiy don't feel hurt. J know they
have some well, some very unusual i f
tcets in the city. I think perhaps you'll
avoid unpleasant eomplicntlnns, and
have something new to Maj Held to
wear. Yes, let him do it." And he
leached for his paper and failed to get
it.
"I believe I will. Of course, I always
like to select, but 1 said last year that
j'd never, never trade at Miss I.o
3'cvre's again, .lust to think that her
miserable mismanagement should have
patted two such friends -bin I was sur
prised at llelen--at Mrs. Kapuleite to
think she'd wear a bonnet that she
must have known was mine, oral least
not the one she had ordered."
"Did you wear- hers?" said he,
with an imitation yawn.
"Why, of course! Now, what a ques
tion! 1 had to wear something- I
couldn't order another one then. Henry,
you are positively foolish at times. I
remember 1 said to Miss LeFevre, when
J picked it out "
"Yes, 1 remember the story," inter
rupted her husband, consulting his
watch and starting to artae.
"Well," said she, as she pushed hiin
back gently to his seat, "you always for
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get thnt lavender nnri pink nre positively
hideous on me, -anU. why In the world
Ilcl Airs. Ivapulctte couldn't have
managed to send my bonnet home when
tthefoundthc mistake had been made "
"Did she know 11 was yours?" asked
Henry, beginning to be rather more
Insidiously sarcastic than enthusiastic
about this oft-repeated tale; "did she
yo along when you gave the order?"
"No; you know she didn't! 1 meant
to give her a pleasant Mirprise and
that was her way of reeehing my ef
fort. Vour questions nre childish,
Hcnrv. She might have guessed that
'canary was exactly my color precise
ly what anyone with my taste and com
plexion would be sure to select and
Miss I.e Fevro's girl "
"There- there's Hillings out at the
gate. Uood-by, my dear. Give Jack my
love when you write sorry he can't be
up lor Easter. Good-by." Mr. .Mon
tague clapped his hat on his head, sa
luted his, wife, made a grab lor his cane
and departed.
Then Mrs. Montague sat down to
think of the trials of that time, a little
less than a year before. There never
had been in the world, she thought, such
a long and beautiful friendship as that
between herself and Helen Kupulette.
To think that after having gone to the
same identical school together- the
best of chums they were married the
very same day to travel in separate di
rections later, to be sure and both had
moved to Mayiield at last to live. Mrs.
Montague recalled every dclall of her
order for that fatal Easter bonnet; ex
actly that delicate shade of yellow, and
what, the trimmings were and every
thing. Then the changes she had or
dered; the exasperating slowness and
stupidity of vliss I.e. Kevre; the crazed
despair, when, that Saturday night she
returned so late from calling with
Helen, to find that her bonnet had not
yet. arrived. And then that awful time
on Easter morning, before the girl came
weakly up the steps and handed in
the wrong bonnet a bonnet she had
never seen before a horrid nightmare
of a thing in lavender and pink, which
she had to wear or stay at home new
blue silk and all.
She wouldn't have believed that Helen
could have worn her own very bonnet--and
with veiling over the yellow at that
and then be so hateful. She won-
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dered vaguely if they ever would speak
to each other again. No, she didn't be
lieve they would; she didn't believe that
Helen was half so ready to forget and
forgive as she. Well, she would just
let ."fnek get the bonnet in the city this
year, and let the people of Mayiield stare
if they wished.
So at length she arose and went to her
desk to write to her grown-up "boy."
In the course of time, and several days
before Kaster, the bonnet from the
great metropolis arrived along with a
note from .lack deploring the fact that
he could not hnc carried it home in
person. It was really a jewel, a dainty
creation of airy, graceful feathers on a
moss-green frame and subdued with
violets thnt were poised with an ex
quisite grace, where they nodded and
smiled and seemed to be tossing the
sweetest of perfume kisses to all who
were gracious enough to behold.
Hut Kustcr morning! Ah, how it
brightly ouljeweled all others of the
year. The sun shone warmly from u
ilawlecs sky of tuiquoise line; the trees
wore freshest, fairest emerald leaves, or
pearl and ruby blossoms; the grass was
asparkle with diamond dew, and the
birds were chorusing in anthems as
clear and sweet as the crystal tinkle,
tinkle rung from pebbles by the brook.
Mr. and .Mrs. Montague not only were
In harmony with all tlie scene, but were
really a part and parcel of it, as, with
faces gay with smiles, they slowly
walked the way to church. The bells
had never sounded half so micdcal and
liquid bright that is, except on one oc
casion, to which, indeed, Mr. Montngue
wab inoved now to allude.
"Just, such n morning as this," said
he, with a buoyancy in his oiee, "that
we went to the chapel so many, and
yet it seems so very few years ago.
What a day that was! And what a lot
of sunshine we have had eer since!"
"Oh, yes! And didn't the girls look
prctt, and Helen -Mrs.- Mrs. Kapu
leite V"
"I'd call her Helen wouldn't you,
l'anny to-day? Wasn't it odd that
Helen should have been the one to in
troduce us? What a lively pair you
used to make you two!"
A glow had come in the cheek of Mrs.
Montague and an extra brightness in
her eyes. She felt a yearning toward
the girl who had been her chum the
tall young lady who hnd found herniate
the. matronly woman whom long she
had loved.
"I wish T could sec the way," she
mused aloud; "but 1 know she wouldn't
meet "
"What way, my dear?" said her hus
band, when she paused. "What do you
know-about whom? Who wouldn't
meet what?"
"I was just thinking what a lovely
bonnet that is on that lady ahead!" She
chatted along admiringly -as well she
might, having really the prettiest bon
net on parade but her undercurrent of
thought was still of Helen, though she
parried the questions of her husband
with the lightest digressions.
1'p the steps of the miniature ca
thedral the brilliant throng of .Mayiield
was swarming, faces turned amid the
gayety of dancing plumes and blooms
that courtesied from bonnet to bonnet
to note what their neighbors had
found or created to grace the happy oc
casion. Within, as Mr. and Mrs. Montague
walked calmly up the aisle, the organ
was pealing exultantly, pouring forth
its thousand voices of praise in an ex
uberant and swelling river of harmony,
as if itself were the fountain of melo
dies divine.
They took their seats, and reached,
like children, each for the hand of the
other, to exchange a gentle pressure.
No sooner had Mrs. Montague com
menced a rapid survey of the eongrega-tion-'-in
which her glance went flitting
from one exotic to another, liken but
terfly in clover--than she found Herself,
abruptly, looking in the face and at the
- EACH OF. THE OTHER.
bonnet of Mrs. Kapulette. And Helen
in return was looking at her and hers,
and the gaze of each was suddenly held,
transfixed.
Well might the old-time friends open
eyes of amazement- -their bonnets were
counterparts precise reproductions
each of the other; the same moss green,
the same spray of feathers, airy anil
filmy, the same mass of violets, nodding
and smiling and tossing their perfume
kisses across the aisle ami seats oT the
chancel.
Uoth in confusion at last were glad to
divert I heir eyes to the hymn books,
held below the pews; but neither was
reading, nor praying, nor seeing a
thing but the twin of her bonnet, and
wondering with might and main how
thissingiilarduplieation had been made
possible.
Mrs. Kupulette was guilty of Mealing
a "peek" from the sides of- her eyes!
Mrs". Montague was timidly attempting
a similar sortie. The glances met ami
fell again to the books. The service
commenced, but nothing was heard or
observed, except in a dim, uncertain,
mechanical manner, by the two. They
were quite enough engrossed with at
tempts to Hank the enemy.
In the midst of the battle of glances,
which had gone so far that each was
now feeling singularly humorous and
amused, their ga.e was focused on a
striking pair of tall jnuiig people, glid
ing silently by and up the aisle side by
side.
They were Julia Kupulette, the daugh
ter of Helen, and John Henry Monta
gue, the son of Fnimy. And they sat in
it pew together and sang from a single
book.
Now began, In the breasts of two in
dulgent and admiring mothers, a con
flict of emotions and a struggle so in
tense that music, sermon, songs mid
prayers, and all tho people but them
selves, were merged in a shadowy
dream of unreality, to say no word oC
the puzzle In their brains. Then, to
add to their fantasy of thought ami to
set them whirling in a wilder Held of
conjecture, those "youngsters," mak
ing a show of arranging the overcoat of
Jack, in their seat, at the end of a hymn,
turned coyly about and smiled the gay
est, most knowing of smiles in the won
dering faces of their parents, doing first
the honor to one and then with utter
impartiality to the other.
Tho mothers were more than ever
amazed; but not to sny that each be
gan to entertain suspicions of some
thing unusual between their "chil
dren" would certainly be to do no jus
tice at all to that other sense, in wom
ankind, which is duly acknowledged
under the explanation that all possess
an intuitive faculty of "finding things
out."
Slowly, very slowly, the face of Mrs.
Montague came squarely around, un
abashed, un-cvcrythlng but quizzical.
Likewise the countenance of Mrs. Kup
ulette, innocent of everything but dumb
though eloquent Inquiry, turned delib
erately about to that of her friend.
Their glances met without a quiver;
they scanned each other's expression
for light on the mystery; then, playing
through the eyes of each, came gleams
of old-time merriment and sparks of
mischief, and over the face of each a
Hush of color from the heart. In a sec
ond they were smiling in spite of all
they could do, while the blossoms on
their bonnets insisted on nodding and
bobbing neross the space intervening
in n way that was nothing short of the
veriest fellowship and sweet familiar
ity. For Helen and Fanny the Easter
service was n dream of music, smiling
faces and weddings of the past and the
future, but the whole was far too king.
They would fain awake and span the
gulf between and yet were vaguely in
doubt to think of what they would say.
When at. last, to the peals of a glori
ous post Indium, the congregation
turned to move to the door in calm pro
cession, .voung Jack and the blushing
Julia came tripping down the aisle in
time to take their respective mothers
by the arm and halt them face to face
in the cstibule.
"We came from town to surprise you
both," said Jack, "and ahem to to
ask you for each other. 1 want Julia
and Julia wants me, and it was for that
leason we sent the bonnets."
And Hie bonnets, being twins, resist
ing each other no longer, came nearer
and nearer together, fill at length the
noddingvioletKon cither one leaned for
ward and commingled lovingly with
those upon the olher. - Kiln Stirling
Cummins, in American Qii"cn.
Tlie Old IOhnKt ItoniM-tN.
Don't innko etn like they use to done
killed with too much stylo;
Fixed up with buds an' ribbons 'till you'd
know 'em half a mile!
They all look mighty fancy, In the big store
windows hung:
Rut they're nothln' lll the bonnets they
wore when wo was young!
How much completer neater, and sweeter
was the old
Time bonnet coverla' rosy cheeks and
ringlets black an gold!
riuln with no Ilxln'.s on It with ribbons
white an' blue
Rut a kiss beneath that bonnet was as
sweet as honey-dew!
Don't make 'em like they uso to, yet the
girls that wear 'em seem
Almost as lovely as the girls that made
our boyhood's dream.
Rut still 1 sigh to see 'em In the big store
windows hung;
For they're nothln' like tho bonnets thut
they wore when we was young!
Frank L. Stanton, In Atlanta Constitu
tion. AKTEIIMATII.
Mrs. Cobvvigger 1 never think of vis
iting my milliner's for a mouth or so
after Knster.
Mrs. Dorcas Why so, my dear?
Mrs. Cobvvigger- It really isn't a fit
place for a woman, because the men are
there swearing about their wives' bills.
-N. Y. World.
A .'VII ml 1)Iniiihi,
"My wire guve me a terrible shock
lust night."
"What was It?"
"I offered her money for an Faster
bonnet, anil she said she believed she
would spend it on a new saddle for her
wheel." Detroit Free, Press.
5 ii&
FLORAL SEASON FOR HATS.
The Flrat litfttnllmrnt of Hiii-Iiir- .Mli
llncry Loaded with ICJowcm. '
It is said thnt a milliner, to he a sito
cess, needs quite as much artistic tnst
its an artist, and we cunnnt doubt IIia
truth of this statement when we look
upon some of Hie top-heavy examples,
of the new spring millinery.
Hats literally loaded with flowers,
Rtand out very conspicuously among;
the few which aro less pretentious, anil1
consequently in better tnstc. Tho pret
tiest hats nre rarely seen In tho llrstin
htallmcnt which opens the season, as Hie
modifications that come later are sum
to be an Improvement on tho earlier
productions. It is evident, however,
that this is to be n floral season in tho
department of headgear. Some of tho
newest toques nre made entirely oft
flowers and leaves. Fine flowers aro
used for the crown and brim and rosea:
with leaves wired Into aigrettes for thiv
high trimming at one side. Tho crazu
for violets and violet tulle for hat trim
ming seems to have taken a new lcaso
of life, and blossomed out in millions,
where wo hnd thousands before.
Hunches of white and purple violets aro
used together in one hat, making a very,
pretty contrast.
Scotch heather, forgct-mc-nols, hello
trope, myrtle blossoms, nnd all tho
fine flowers are to bo worn this sea
son, but roses, cornflowers, poppies ami
even the coarse dnhlias aro quite iih
well represented. Flat roBes aro ono
of the novelties, nnd something quite,
new is the Hat feathers. Feathers will
continue in favor, and stilt wings com
bined with flowers adorn many of tho
new hats. Large picture hats more gen
erously covered with feathers than ever
will be worn.
The new straws are In every shade
of color, thennny shades of brown be
ing especially noticeable and very light
nnd luce-like in effect. The braids are
wide and intricately plaited, forming
It striking contrast with the fine chip
hats, which arc to be quite as much tho
fashion.
The shapes are too varied to admit of
a detailed description, but tho hat,
which turns up at the buck alinvu n.
bed of blossoms and tips well down
over the forehead, is one of the distinct
ive styles, while another quite as de
cided turns back from the face enough
to show the hair. Toques are In every
possible shape, but the one which Iiuh
a Hat brim in front and spreads out
wider at the sides Is the latest variety.
One of the fancies in trimming Is tho
taffeta silk rosette, with a jeweled orna- '
mont in the center, two of which, in
pale blue, are the only trimming on tho
little toque of the new satin straw.
Pretty little toques are made of chir
fon with paste buckles for trimming.
Covering the brims of chip hafs with
tucks of chiffon is another fancy, ami
tulle and chiffon are very much in evi
dence in the millinery dcpnrlmciitiu)
well as jeweled and spangled nets of all
torts.
All the fashionable flowers arc repro
duced in black for trimming mourning
hats, and they arc quite as generously
employed. Small flowers are massed
around the brim in front and under it
at the back, while black popples and
roses are used for the aigrette or looptt
ot pou de sole ribbon. N. Y. Sun.
VZkk KrlHcr.
Hoil four or more cirirs for 15 minutes.
.set them aside in cold water, then shell,
and cut into long pieces, like the quar
ters of an orange. Let them lie in u
salad composed of ono tablespoon of .
salad oil, the same of vinegar, half
teaspoon chopped pnrsley, and tho
same quantity of minced onion. Lot
the slices lie in it for !.'() minutes; jiro
pare some frying batter by liiixiug-n
teaspoon of salt with a quarter of a
pound of flour. Stir smoothly in a pint
of tepid water, to which you have added
a teaspoon of salad oil or oiled butter,
or of dripping. Heat the white of an
t'KK very still, and add lightly, and at
the last, to the batter. .Vow lift sep
arately the quarters of the eggs In u
tablespoon (first dipping the spoon )u
the batter), then immerse the whole.
Slide egg ami batter gently Into boil
ing fat and fry a golden brown. Serve
quickly, piling up on lace paper, ami
sprinkle liberally with salt. The dish
is quickly made, and inexpensive, the
materials arc available in most larders
on the shortest notice, and the fritters
form a useful addition to the menu
when an unexpected guest drops in,
and only sufficient had previously been
prepared for tho usual members of the
family. Hoston Olobe.
Ornliiiiii 1'iiildliiur.
Heat one quart of milk until luke
warm, add four tablespoon tills sugar,
two teaspoonfuls extractor vanilla and
one dissolved lenncn tablet. Take six
custard cups, put into each one la
tablespoonfulK graham bread crumbs',
then fill them with the prepared milk:
set the cups into a warm place until
firm, then set them in a cool place or
on ice. When ready to serve turn the
pudding into individual dishes ami
serve with vanilla, or rose sauce, or
whipped cream. Ladies' World.
Illinium ToitMt,
Peel and press some good bananas
through a colander. This may be wry
easily done with a potato masher, oiwi
vegetable press may be used for tho
purpose. .Moisten slices of zwieback
with hot cream, and serve with a larg
spoonful of the banana pulp on each
bide. Good Health.
