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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (May 23, 1907)
****** ****** ****a**a*is*fc!s<k 177\e_ Ho Had ay Case\ l B Y B L) R T O N E. ST E V B N S O N. ^ Marfin Tit n i -"nft-i-1 Trt«> nrf Tr 1 f. ‘ CHAPTER XVII. THE VEIL 13 LIFTED. In a moment we were hurrying along five street. In the direction the notary had pointed out to us. .Martlgny was already out of sight, and we had need of haste. My head was in a whirl. Ho Rraju-es Holladay was not really the daughter of the dead millionaire! The thought compelled a complete readjust ment of my point of view. Of course, •he was legally his daughter; equally of course, this new development could make no difference In my companion's feeling for her. Nothing, then was really changed. She must go hack with us; she must tuke up the old life -- Hut I had no time to reason It all out. We had reached the beach again, and we turned along It In the direction of the cliffs. Far ahead, I saw a man hurrying In the same direction—I could miess at what agony and danger to himself. The path began to ascend, suid we panted up it to the grassy down, which seemed to stretch for miles and miles to the northward. Right before us was a little wood. In the midst of which 1 caught a glimpse of a farmhouse. We run toward It, through a gate, and up the path to the door. It was dosed, but we heard from within a man's excited voice—a resonant voice which I knew well. I tried the door; ft yielded, and we stepped Into the hall. The voice came from the room at the right. It was no time for hesitation— wo sprang to the door and entered. Martlgny was standing in the middle of the floor, fairly foaming at the tnoulh. shrieking out commands and imprecations at two women who cow ored in the farther corner. The elder one I knew at a glance—t lie younger— ®ny heart leaped ns I looked at her— Was it Miss Holladay? No, yet strange iinv, He saw their .startled eyes turn past film to us, and swung sharply round. For an Instant he stood prised like a •erpent about to strike, then 1 raw his •yes fix In a frightful stare, his fare turn livid, and with a strangled cry he Cell back and down. Together we lifted blm to tin* low window seat, pursuers •a<l pursued alike, loosened bis collar, chafed his hands, bathed his temples, •Id everything we could think of do ing; but he lay there staring at the cell ing with clenched teeth. At last, Royce bent and laid his ear against his breast. Then he arose and turned gently to the •rormin. “It Is no use," he said, "lie is dead." T looked to see them wince under the blow; but they did not. The younger •roman went slowly to the window and •tood there sobbing quietly; the other's Care lit up with a positive blaze of Joy. “So,” she exclaimed, in that low. vi brant voice 1 so w, n remembered, "so be Is dead! That treacherous, cruel fceart'has burst at Inst!" Royce gazed at her a moment In as tonishment. She looked not al him, but at the dead man on the window "Madame AIlx," he said nt last, "you ‘know our errand—we mu3t carry it •ut.” -She bowed her head. '“I know it, monsieur," she answered. "Tbit for him, there would have been bo such errand? As it is. I will help you all I can. Cecile," she called to the woman at the window, "go and bring your sister to these gentlemen." The younger woman dried her eyes •and left the room. We waited In tense ■•Deuce, our eyes on the door. We heard "the Bound of footsteps on the stair; a •moment. and she was on the threshold. She came in slowly, listlessly—It gave >zne a shock to see the pallor of her face. Then she glanced up and saw Royce • standing there; she drew In her breath 'with a quick gisp, a great wave of • color swept over her cheeks and brow, •a great light sprang Into her eyes. “Oh, John!” she cried, and swayed Howard him. He had her In his arms, against his feeart, and the glad tears sprang to tny fyes us I looked at them. 1 glanced at .the elder woman, and saw that her eyes ■vere shining and her Ups quivering. ‘‘And 1 have come to take you away, •any love," he was saying. “Ob. yes; take me away," she '•obbed, "before the other comes." She stopped, her eyes on the window •eat, where "the other” lay, and the .•color died out of her cheeks again. "He, at least, has paid the penalty," ••aid Royce. "lie can trouble you no •Biare. my love.” Il'flH UilVlhlrRT liolnlacolxr V-. , ‘■boulder, but us the moments passes •he grew more calm, and at last stood Upright from him. The younger wom an had come back Into the room, und ■was watching her curiously, with no truce' of emotion. ‘ Con e let us go," said the girl. “Wo unit t take th e first boat home." Hut Hoyce held back. ‘•Then there lias been a crime <oni Ui'tted." he said slowly. "We must Bee that it is punished." ‘‘A crime'.’ Oh, yes, but I forgive them, dear.” ■"'I me Clime against yjuisrlf you may Torgtve: hut there was another crime ‘‘Thera was no murder," burst in Cecil a Aik:. "I swtur it to you, mon sieur. Do you understand. There was ■<» mu d. i l inw Miss Holladay wlr.ee at the sthcr's . tact:, and Royct saw it, too. ••f must g.t her to tne inn,” he said. ■“This ia more than she can bear— 1 fear she will break down utterly. Do yon s:ay and gat the story Lester. Th*n we’ll decide what it is best to dc tie. h t: her away, out of the house, «i. 1 down the path, not once looking buck. I waclnc them till the trees hid tl“ n and tlv r. turned to the women. "i*i v.," i sai i, "i shall be happy to In- ui the story.” "it i as that man vender who was *bc i nus of it i.ll.” said the mother, •Clan;:.:;; hi r hands tightly in her lap -to help them still. "Hour years age du ia -■ Horn 1‘aiis litre to spend the J3um:: r-‘-.a>■ was vc r' ill—his heart VV had b'-'in living happily, my duL’gh. r ind I, but tor the one anxiety of Si-r not n.arytr.g. He met her ami jOic;<i d marraigo. He was ver’ good ie us'c d i.o dowry, and, besides, my cL . ... r was t'.v.n'.y-tlve years old T~«t her first youth. But she attracts*: tolrv uni l a y were married. He tool ter b ...: to I’.i is where lie had a littli th-; 'i.i. hail of the dance—but hi fi... woiau again and came bad be was tin li that he found ou lie t J j ei ai.oikir daughter whom .'a >n to a rich American. I wa ve , o. monsieur." she added pite «o: . . .. •..j : . i he i dl-d-’ [■: ••»' s load .i.o. . know," I said *> . iy h • motion. Plainly sli v :s t I l j 11 tl Util. i writ, lo 11lends in Aineri <J-... epu .Elions about Mon sleur Holladay. Ho learned—oh, that he was ver’ rich—what you call a man of millions—and his daughter—my daughter, monsieur—was living still. From that moment ho was like a man possessed. At once he formed his plan, building I know not what hopes on it. Il< drilled us for two years in speaking the English; he took us for six months to Bondrcs that we might better learn. Day ufter day, we took our lessons there—always and always English. Cecile learned ver' well, monsieur; but I not so well, as you can see—I was too old. Then, at last, we came to New York and my daugh ter—tills one—was sent to see Monsieur Holladay. while I was directed that I write to Celeste—to Mademoiselle Hol lady. She came that ver’ afternoon,” sho continued, "and I told her that It was I who was her mother. He was with me and displayed to her the pa pers of adoption. She could not be convinced. He talked to her as aij an gel—oh, he could seem one when he chose—he told her that I was in pov erty—ho made her to weep, which whs what he desired. She promised to bring us money; she was ver* good; my heart went out to her. Then, just as sho had risen to start homeward, in Celeste came, crying sobbing, stained with blood.” She shuddered and clasped her hands before her eyes. "But you have said It was not mur der, madame,” I said to the younger woman. "Nor was it,” she cried. "Bet me ten you. monsieur. I reaction the great building which my husband bad pointed out to too; I went up In the lift; I entered the office, but saw no one. I went on through an open door and saw nn old man sitting at a desk. I Inquired If Mr. Holladay was there. The old man glanced at me nnd bowed toward another door. I saw It was a private office and entered It. The door swung shut behind me. There was another old man sitting at a desk sharpening a pencil." "'Is it you, Frances?’ lie asked. "'No,'" I said, stepping before him. ‘It Is her sister, Monsieur Holla day!’ “He stared up at me with such a look of dismay and anger on his face that I was fairly frightened; then, In tho same Instant, before I could draw breath, before I couid say another word, his face grew purple, monsieur, and he fell forward on his desk, on hts hand, on tho knife, which was clasped In It. I tried to cheek the blood, but 1 could not, It poured forth In such a stream. I knew not what to do; I was distracted and In a frenzy, I left the place and hurried to my lodgings. That Is the truth, monsieur, believe me." “1 do believe you," I said; and she turned again to the window to hide her tears. ' Tt was then,” went on her mother, “that that man yonder had another In spiration. Before it had been only —what you call—blackmail—a few thousands, perhaps a pension; now it was something more—he was playing for a greater stake. 1 do not know all that he planned. He found Celeste suspected of having killed her father; he must get her release at any cost; so he wrote a note "Yes," I cried. “Yes, of course; I see. Miss Hclladny under arrest was beyond his reach.” "Yes,” she nodded. “So he wrote a note—oh, you should have seen him In those days! He was like some fur ious wild beast. But after she was set free, Celeste did not come to us as she had promise'. We saw that she suspected us that she wish to have nothing more to do with us; so Victor commanded that I write another letter Imploring her, offering to explain.” She stopped a moment to control her self. "All, when I think of it. She came, monsieur. We look her gown and put tt on Ccclle. She never left the place again until the carriage stop ped to take her to the boat. As for us—we were his slaves—he guided each step—ho seemed to think of everything —to be ready for everything—he plan ned and planned.” There was no need that she should tell me more—the whole plot lay bare before me—simple enough now that I understood It. and carried out with what consummate finish! "One thing more," I said. "The gold." She drew a key from her pocket and gave It to me. “It is In a bex upstairs,” she said. "This is tho key. We have not touched It.” I took the key and followed her to the floor above. The box. of heavy oak uuunu Mint iron, ivnn sieamsmp and express labels fresh upon It, stood in one corn r. I unlocked It and threw back the lid. Package upon package lay In It. just as they had come from the sub-treasury. 1 locked the box again, and put the key In my pocket. “Of course,“ I said, as I turned to go, "I can only repeat your story to my companion, lie and Miss Iiolladay will decide what steps to take. But I am sure they will be merciful." They bowed without replying, and I went out along the path between the trees, leaving them alone with their dead. And It was of the dead I thought last and more sorrowfully; a man of char acter, of force, of fascination. How I could have liked him! CHAPTER XIX. THE END OF THE STORY. Paris in June! Do you know’ it, with Its bright days and its soft nights, murmurous with voices? Paris with its crowded pavements—and such a crowd, where every man and woman awakens interest, excites speculation! Paris, with its blue sky and its trees, and Its color—and its fascination there Is no describing. Joy is a great restorer, and a week of happiness In tins enchanted city had wrought wonders in our junior and his betrothed. It was good to look at them—to smile at them sometimes; as when t hi y stood unseeing before some splendid canvas at the Lourve. The past was put aside, forgotten; they lived only for the future. Anil ;i near future, too. There was no reason why It should be deferred: we had all agreed that they were bet ter married at once; so, that decided, the women sent us about our own af fairs, and spent the Intervening fort night in a riot of visits to the cos tumer; for. in Paris, even for a v/y i quiet wedding, a bride must have her . trousseau. Rut the great day came at last; the red tape of French udinfi l tstration was successfully unknotted; i and at noon they were wedded, with only we three for witnesses, at the pretty chape! of St. Duke’s, near the , Boulevard Montparnasse, j There was a little breakfast after ward at Mrs. Kemball’s apartment, and then our hostess bade them adieu, and ■ | her (laughter and I drove with them across Paris to take train for a fort night on the Riviera. We waved them off and turned back together. , "It is a desecration to use a carriage on such a day." said my companion; so we dismissed ours and sauntered afoot down the Boulevard Diderot toward the river. "So that is the end of the story,” she said musingly. "Of their story, yes,” I interjected. "But there are still certain things T do not quite understand," she contln used, not heeding me. "Yes?” "For instance—why did they trouble to keep her prisoner?" "Family affection.” “Nonsense! There could be none. Besides, the man dominated them; and I believe him to have been capable of any crime.” "Perhaps lie meant the hundred thou sand to he only the first payment. With her at hand, he might hope to get more indefinitely. Without her-” "Weil, without her?" “Oh, the plot grows and grows, the more one thinks of it! I believe it grew under his hands in Just the same way, I don't doubt that it would have come, at last, to Miss Holhulay's death by some subtle means; to the substitution of her sister for her—after a year or two abroad, who could have detected it? And then—oh. then, she would have married Fajolle again, and they would have settled down to the enjoy ment of her fortune. And he would, have been a great man—oh, a very great man. He would have climbed and climbed.” My companion nodded. "Toucher" she cried. I bowed my thanks; I was learning French as rapidly as circumstances per mitted. "But Frances did not see them again?” “Oh, no; she preferred not.” “And the money?” was leic in me oox. i sent name tne key. She wished it so. After all, it was her mother-’’ "Yes, of course; perhaps she was not really so bad.” "She wasn’t,” I said decidedly. "But the man-” ”Wn3 a genius. I’m almost sorry he’s dead.” "I’m more than sorry—it has taken an interest out of life." We had come out upon the bridge of Austerlltz, and paused, involuntarily. Below us was the busy river, with its bridges, its boats, its crowds along the quays; far ahead, dominating the scene, the towers of the cathedral; and the warm sun of June was over all. We leaned upon the balustrade and gazed at all this beauty. "And now the mystery is cleared away," she said, "and the prince and the princess are wedded, just as they were in the fairy tales of our child hood. It's a good ending." "For all stories,” I added. She turned and looked at me. "There are other stories,” I ex plained. "Theirs is not the only one." "No?” The spirit of Paris—or perhaps the June sunshine—was in my veins, run ning riot, clamorous, not to be re pressed. “Certainly not. There might be an other, for instance, with you and me as the principals." I dared not look at her; I could only stare ahead of me down at the water. She made no sign; the moments passed. "Might be.” I said desperately. “But tlu-re’s a wide abyss between the possi ble and the actual.” Still no sign; I had offended her; I might have known! But I mustered courage to steal a Sidelong glance at her. She was smiling down at the water, and her eyes were very bright. "Not always,” she whispered. “Not always.” (The Bnd.) N First Kid—Wot’s yer hurry, Jimmy? Jimmy—Sister’s feller says if I’ll go down and get him a left-handed mon key wrench, and not stop until I And it, he'll give me a quarter. One on the Class. From the Philadelphia Bulletin. President Hadley of Yale was talkiru about his student days. “I remember a stately and venerable professor," he said, "upon whom some sophomores once tried to play a trick. "The professor one morning, being un able to attend to his class on account of a cold, wrote on the blackboard: “ ‘Dr. Dash, through Indisposition, Is un able to attend to his classes today.’ "The students erased one letter in this notice, making it read: “ ‘Ur. Uash, through indisposition, is un able to attend to his lasses today.’ “Hut it happened a few minutes later that the professor returned for a box he had forgotten. Amid a roar of laughter he detected the change in his notice, and, approaching the blackboard, calmly erased one letter in his turn. “Now, the notice .read: “ ‘Ur. Dash, through indisposition, is un able to attend to his asses today.’ ’* The Obedient Maid. From Exchange. A lady was giving instructions to hei j new maid: “Before removing the soup plates. Mary, always ask each person if lie or she would like any more.” “Very good, madam.’’ replied the maid. At dinner that evening Mary, respectful ly bowing to a guest. Inquired: “More soup, sir?’’ “Yes, please." “There isn't any left.” was the reply. Satisfaction. From the Chicago Tribune. The man with the long hair and the cowboy hat stuck his head inside the door of the little cigar 6tore. “Do you own this weighin’ machine out in front of your shebang?” he inquired. "No, sir,” said the proprietor. “What's the matter with it?” “It’s a holdup game. I stepped on it, dropped my coin in the slot, and I didn't get any action. 1 want to find the chap that owns It.” “You'll have a hard time finding him. It's owned by a trust.” The man with the cowboy hat went back to the machine, took out his revolver and fired six holes through the dial. “I reckon that makes us about even,” he said, replacing his shooting iron and walking on. “1 don't keer a durn for the coin, but nothin' that stands on end kin play a bunko game on me and get more’n an even break out’n it.” Every man ought to marry a woman who is a good mangger, because few men are any good unless they are prop erly managed. MICRO-DRAMA-GRAPHS By Frank J. Wilstach, In the Billboard. --- ---—* Dead heads should not look gift seats in the springs. j In vaudeville, one good turn deserves {another engagement. j Admirers of women should never over Ihear two of them discuss a third. i , A good cook should be a good shot, being busy most of the time about the range. , The critic evidently considers the actor a salt fish. He Is forever “soaking" him. _ ! Capacity to think rarely precedes the at tempt to act. I The actor who depends upon the bar room mirror for reflection will fail as sure ly as water freezes with the slipper side up. The actor who keeps his eyes steadily flxed on the three stars on a brandy bot tle Is Anally convinced that he is one of them. Why is it that our dramatists do not em ploy our critics to point out their errors In advance of production, and thu3 ever avoid failures. Fame, It is said, is a flower that grows on the graves of writers. The actor dis covers by the floral alandales whether they are dead ones. If an actress sallows her hair to turn pray, you may put It down that she either has not the price or is a hundred miles from the colorine establishment. The number of times an actress has fig ured in a divorce court is no more an in dication of her cleverness than that the *ize of a grave stone tells how big a man Tas. TO CURE STUTTERING. If the people who stutter were called. Ipon to provide the mode of punish ment to be meted out to the wicked, they would probably not hesitate the hair’s breadth of a second to reply, but as fast as their stumbling tongues could articulate would order that all speech be tied. Just what kind of a nervous afflic tion stuttering is, and It is generally conceded that in the nerves lie the real cause, it is not necessary to know, the really important point is that it can be cured. Schools for stuttering are every day turning away patients once hopeless stutterers who can express themselves as they please without ever becoming entangled in a maze of reiterated syll ables. The fundamental principles taught in these schools are simple enough. Men and women who cannot afford to take a course of instruction at them or who are so situated that they cannot get away from their business for a long enough time to attend, can with a lit- I tie patience cure themselves at home. The one successful test against which stuttering cannot stand is rhythm, so that is made the first les on in the course of training. Every thing must be said to beats in a sing song way. Tne stutterer is told to re peat a certain sentence marking each syllable with a baton or a swing of the hand, at first to very slow time, then increasing as to faster and faster. After this has been practiced until it seems to be completely mastered a word is allowed a beat instead of a syllable, then two words, three, a clause, and finally a sentence. Of course for the cure to be at all successful, it is necessary to repeat ev ery sentence spoken in this manner, and to allow several hours a day going over words and clauses to every kind of lime used in music. Jane Oaker, leading woman with the Wm. Eackaye company, has an uncle who for years has been one of the busiest stock buyers in the Chicago yards. Hut he stuttered about as bad as any man could and finally make himself understood. One day when he had a little leisure on his hands he sat down and figured out just how much valuable time he had wasted in hi) life trying to make his sentences intelligible. It amounted to some thing like three years and ten months. Then he figured out just how much more he would waste in the same way if he lived to an average age, and it made almost the same number of years. A course at a certain school guaranteed to cure in three months, and in less than a week someone else was doing his work and he was in stalled as an interested pupil beating out his words with a baton. To help things along he bought boxes of soap, matches, and everything else he could think of to peddle from door to door in order to try his new method under the most embarrassing of situations where he would be most apt to stutter. Hut it proved to be all that was claimed for It, and even before the three months were up he went back to his business completely cured. It is not necessary "to stand up be pie little rhymes, nor to peddle matches from door to door. The same methods can be practised behind one's own floors and In everyday life when talk ing to friends. If, only time and at tention enough Is devoted to the cure, the worst stutterers may be freed from the tolls that are so painfully embar rassing to those afflicted. [CARING FOR VIOLETS. Violets, which are worn as they are almost universally at this season, will revive wonderfully when taken off if the stems are well moistened under the faucets and again wrapped up in tin foil, the whole being folded out in the illr In oil paper and placed In a cool place. They should not be placed di rectly on the ice, but left in one side of the refrigerator or put In a box Outside the window for the night. Some people think that if the bunch Is hung Upside down the flowers revive more satisfactorily, because by this means the water and sap is forced up Into the wilted blossoms. In the morning after this treatment they should be pulled apart a little and caressed Into a spreading bunch, while the wilted flow ers which have refused to revive are carefully cut off the bunch, leaving the fresher blossoms in a wonderfully re vived condition, which admits of their being worn for another day. TINTED WAISTS. White waists are not the only pretty ones we see this spring, for the dainty tints in batistes are all the rage. These can be made beautiful with the addition of lace fronts which widen to round lace yoke effects. Short sleeves are trimmed with lace, making the colored ones very dressy in appearance. They come In light blue, lavender and many of tile coffee shades. The man who thinks he Is always right does more harm than the one who i its willing to admit that he is. sometimes I jin the wrong. LATE FRILLS OF FASHION. The new belts are rather high and round but are pointed slightly in front. White wash leather gloves, elbow length, are the chic things for morn ing wear. Black leghorn hats will be trimmed with flower wreaths made of every kind of bright field flowers. Some of the new slippers are laced over the instep with ribbons in such a fashion that the stocking shows under neath. Some of the pretty old-fashioned checked tissues in pinks and whites are to be seen among the thin materials for new summer frocks. Gingham dresses are to be very pop ular again this summer. All sorts of little fancy checks or striped tub frocks will be made up simply for morning wear. Pongee petticoats are among the most practical that can be made for summer wear. They do not show soil readily, but wash well and will outwear two ordinary silk ones. A new fad that is being adopted by bridge players is the wearing of a large fantastic ring on the first finger. These rings, however, must be as as beautiful as they are unusual. If possible some design made to order is employed for the purpose. New bags of tan and brown leather, something on the order of the Anthony or old-fashioned Boston bag have stiff bottoms studded with small steel nail heads. They are lined with moire silk and have a pocket inside for carrying thf» nnrsp Linens made especially for the strict ly tailored shirt waist have light col ored or black stripes. The patterns that seem to be most desired are much like those of the madras cloths and ginghams. They are made of the very finest quality of linen. With all the new leather shades now being shown in dress materials yellows of the most unbecoming tones are be ing introduced. Sulphur yellow, the lemon shades and the dull mustard colors are being carried to the extreme, but only the very radiant woman, whose complexion and hair can with stand the livid lights of her gown, can buy with impunity. Shantung is going to be the favorite material for separate coats this season. It will take the place of the linens to a great extent and is to be preferred to pongee on account of its weight and weave. The short coats will be made up in the light shades such as oyster white, biscuit and ecru, while the long er ones will be seen in tans and all the shades ranging down to the darkest browns. HEALTH HINTS. Have plain papers put on the ceiling of your bed room if your eyes are not very strong. It is a good idea to keep a box of unslaked lime in the cellar at this time of year, for the sake of healthful rrcss. A physical culture teacher claims that by walking backward for at least ten minutes the most severe case of nervous headache can be cured. A good bath for the tired, nervous woman, is of tepid water, in which 1 ounce of tincture of camphor, V2 ounce of tincture of benzoin, and 2 ounces of cologne have been poured. If the hands are always becoming moist from excessive perspiration, dust over them a powder made of 7 ounces of talcum, 1 ounce of salicylic, and 2 ounces of prepared chalk. If the feet or ankles are swollen from long standing and ache like the tooth ache, put a few drops of carbolic acid into some warm water and bathe them. In half an hour all the soreness will have entirely disappeared. If the hair is continually falling out rub sage tea well into the scalp every night for two or three weeks. After the first two or three applications it will be much better and at the end of that time will have ceased falling en tirely, unless of course, there is some particular scalp disease that requires special medical attention. The sage tea is apt to make the hair darker, however. HELPFUL SUGGESTIONS. Wash out the Ice chest at least once a week with warm water and soda to keep it sweet and clean. Add a pinch of salt to ground coffee just before making it. The salt will not only give body to the drink, but will also bring out the flavor of the berry. Keep your silver always in bags of unbleached muslin if you do not want it to become discolored. Something, probably the sulphur, used in the pro cess of bleaching, Is apt to turn the silver black. To destroy moths in furniture or car pets with naptha, place over the spots where the most damage seems to have been dono cloths wet in hot water and place on them hot irons allowing them to steam for ten or fifteen min utes, later pouring on the naptha. The dark ring that is often left after cleaning a spot with turpentine or gas oline can be removed by dipping the finger in chloroform and rubbing all around the edge of the ring, rubbing al: the time toward the center. Re peat the process until the material is dry and the spot has disappeared. SCISSORS AND THIMBLE. Hat rests covered with white or deli cate colored embroidered with white ribboft in watteau designs make suit able presents for this season of the year. Hem half a dozen squares of Turkish toweling not larger than six inches each way for wiping the face after applying cold cream or skin foods. The very newest underw’ear is made from French mull and is so soft and fine that it can scarcely stand more than half a dozen launderings. It is made after the new princess patterns that combine two or three pieces in one, all cut with gores, so that there will be no fullness around the waist. On the new shirt waists embroidery and lace designs are set into the sleeves in elaborate designs. The sleeves are stretched out on a stiff paper to which they are basted and the lace whipped on over and over before cutting out the material underneath. Presence of MIncf. From Harper's Weekly. A negro minister from Georgia, who was risking friends in New York City, went one Sunday to the Cathedral on Fifth ave nue. He was very much Impressed by the, service, especially by the choir-boys in the processional and recessional. When he returned to the south he resolved to in iroduce the same thing into his church; so he collected fifteen or twenty little darkies and drilled them until he had them well trained. One Sunday the congregation were greatly surprised to see the choir-boys marching in, singing the processional. The minister noticed that something was wrong; the boy in front was not carrying anything. He leaned over the pulpit, and m order to avoid attracting attention, he chanted in tune to the song they were ringing; “What—have you done—with the in cense-pot?” The little darky, with great presence of mind, chanted back; “I—left it in—the aisle— it was too— lamn hot.” "John Alexander Dowie,” said a Zion ZMty man, “had a grand knack of putting things quaintly and forcibly. “At one of his last meetings here he at tacked the modern mother of society, the mother who neglects her children. “ ‘Why,’ he said, *1 overheard the most remarkable conversation between two nursemaids on a car yesterday. “ ‘Are you going to the picnic?' said the first nursemaid. “ ‘No,’ said the second; ‘I’m afraid I shan’t be there.’ “ ‘Why not?’ cried the first. ‘And you 10 fond, too, of picnics and dancing, and young men, and all that there!’ “ ‘Oh,’ said the other nursemaid, Td love dearly to go, dearly; but, to tell the truth, I’m afraid to leave the baby with its moth er.’ ” Atchison Globe Sights. Musicians never abuse a really bad mu sician. Some women chew gum Ilk® they were employed on piece work. Wherever you go you find people sleep ing on their opportunities. If you are a socialist, you can always get a banquet by getting out of jail. It Is always easy to find a toothpick when you are looking for a match. The little side dishes at a restaurant af ford considerable amusement to farmers. The average housekeeper has an idea a restaurant kitchen isn’t a very tidy place. The game of whist a woman plays is not a reliable index to her useful accomplish ments. It is bad luck for a hack to drive up in front of your house. The hack is liable to contain kin. People speak of boys “running errands,’’ but if they really do run, we have never heard of It. If a man’s first name is “Jake,” chances •are quite favorable for his wife calling him “Mister.” A woman doesn’t think anything is quite fit to eat unless she can serve it with whipped cream. Ever notioe how a man likes to find fault with his job in the presence of men who haven’t as good a one? Although a woman knows she is not on angel, she never fully forgives her hus band for not being a hero. A widower with seven children stands a better show of getting married again than a widow with one. The way some men eat soup deserves the attention of the Society for the Pre vention of Usless Noises. The only time a boy has any use for a peace conference Is when he realizes it is up to him to cry “Enough*” It is a funny notion that old maids of 35 need chaperons, while married women of 25 do not need them. Which is the mother of the chickens; the hen that laid the egg, the hen that hatched It, or the incubator that hatched When a man abserves conventional hours In calling on a girl. It Indicates, among other things, that the affair Isn’t very serious. Some men live a long time, and are still looking for an “opening’’ when they find that one In the ground that Is coming to all. Talk with any man who doesn’t gamble, and In due time he will tell you that he believes he has a natural aptitude for it. What has become of the old fashioned man who. when he bought anything at a store, asked the clerk: ’’What Is the dam age?1’ The people of every locality possessed of a creek or a duck pond, believe they would1 have excellent fishing if the game law could be enforced. There Is a good deal of cheap wit about hugging girls In the waltz, but as a mat ter of fact, when a man hugs a woman, he does not do It in a crowd. FIT THE GROCER. Wife Made the Suggestion. A grocer has excellent opportunity to know the effects of special foods- on Ills customers. A Cleveland grocer has a long list of customers that have been helped in health by leaving off coffee and using Postum Food Coffee. He says, regarding his own experi ence: "Two years ago I had been drinking coffee and must say that I was almost wrecked In my nerves. “Particularly In the morning I was so Irritable and upset that I could hardly wait until the coffee was serv ed, and then I had no appetite for breakfast and did not feel like attend ing to my store duties. “One day my wife suggested that luasmuch as 1 was selling so much Postum there must be some merit In it and suggested that we try it. I took home a package and she prepared It ac cording to directions. The result was a very happy one. My nervousness gradually disappeared and to-day I am all right. I would advise everyone affected iu any way with nervousness or stomach troubles, to leave off coffee and use Postum Food Coffee.” “There’s a Reason.” Read, “The Itoad to Well vllle,” In pkgs.