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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (July 4, 1907)
HOLLAND’S DEVOUT QUEEN. Quean Wllhemlna of Holland con ducts In her palace a dally religious Service, to which all of her household are Invited. •When I say that the queen conducts these services, I mean Just what I say, gaid s woman who has Just returned (from s three years’ sojourn In Hol land. "The service begins with the singing of a hymn In which Queen WUhelmlna Joins, then she reads a se lection from the blble, and after that •ones s prayer with the queen lead ing. “I never attended one of these serv ices, of course, as only members of her household are Invited, but I have several persons who have been present describo them to me. ’1 hey nay the queen not only Is a good read •r, but that she has a voice of unusual Sweetness and sympathy. What Is bet ter sho has all the old-time faith in jthe helpfulness of prayer and trust In Jier heavenly Father. ays TT* f f T "t BLACK AS TRIMMING. ♦ ^miiiuiuMUinuMitt Touches of black are frequently In troduced upon spring gowns, regardless of the materials used, and few trim mings are as effective or In as universal good taste. In fact, velvet ribbon In very dark colors are to be among the ultra smart decorations of summer, but ■when the colors are used they usually match the gowns that they adorn, tha . difference being one of shade. Oowni ■of chiffon doth trimmed with coarse ombrlodery sometimes have the Iattei* outlined with little traceries of black chine ribbon. This Is true of a model In white, with a Vandyke flounce of coarse embroidery. tarn. Winslows boothiko btsup tnr OhiMms teething; suftenu the gums, reduces innummatioa, •»« Wjc pain■ oureu wind colic. 26 oont a bottle THINGS A WOMAN CAN DO. From the Washington Times. There are three things that every woman might do to help in beautifying the world and making life better worth living. • One of these Is to make her person as Cieautlful as she can by observing the taws of health and preserving that tranquil, trustful state of mind which ta reflected In the face and manner. Another Is to learn to beautify her dress. This does not mean to Increase Its complexity or Its adherence to the changes of fnshlon; but rather to study and experiment until she finds out what fojv.is, colors and styles are most be* ccmlng to her, th?n adopt these, in .hairdressing and garments. The third thing Is to beautify the tjfl&ce wherein she lives, whether It la ■one room or a spacious homo. Weed out the wrong things; rearrange the others and force your dwelling place to express in same way your own feellnga .after what Is beautiful and true. No matter how circumscribed her life, these three steps toward the betterment of the world are within ever ■ woman's reach. i> She may not be able to 1 ike part In igreat civic movements. T te circle of ilurr Influence may be a small one. Yet If there Is In her an ideal of ■beauty, which finds Its expression la the steadfast improvement of her home, her health and her dress, she Is doing the biggest kind of artistic work. All reforms and all progress begin with and work out through the indi vidual. S jCOOD CLEANING FLUID. •.thS four ounces of castlle soap to ■one quart of rain water and boll. When cold add four ounces of ammonia, two of glycerine, two of ether, two of aloo* Itol, and lastly, one gallon of rain wa ter. Hottle and use when needed, ad* -ding one cupful to a pall of warm wa ter. always rinsing well. It will dean • carpets, curtains, table covers, clothing, .and ,1s useful for sponging clothing. i Reckless. From the Somerville Journal. Once In a while you see a girl who •doesn't care If people know how old she Is. She is usually seventeen. 4 ■4 It Is said that the present " > -4 style of hop waltz is not con- -: -4 duclve to proposals of marriage. : > -4 That may be so, but after the ■1 -4 dear things once land husbands • > -4 they make them waltz around, ■; -4 awrlght, awrlght. ■ ■ ♦♦♦♦♦»♦♦<♦♦ 1 ♦♦ M M M M ♦' * COFFEE COMPLEXION. Alans' Ladles Hare I’oor Complexions from ColTec, '•Coffee caused dark colored blotches on my face and body. I had been drink ing It for a long while nud these blotches gradually appeared, until Anal ly Ihey became permanent nnd were •bout as dark ns coffee Itself. 1 “I formerly bad ns line a complexion •s one could ask for. "When 1 became convinced that ■coffee was the cause cf ray trouble, I changed and took to using I'ostum Food Coffee, and ns 1 made It well, accord ing to directions, 1 liked It very much, and have since that time used It In place of coffee. "I am thankful to say I am not ner vous any more, as I was when I was drinking coffee, and my complexion Is now as fair and good as It was years ago. it is very plain that coffee caus , cd the tumble ” Most bad complexions are caused by ■Borne disturbance of the" stomach and .coffee is the greatest disturber of diges tion known. Almost any woman cuu have a fair '»mplexlon if she will leave off coffee nnd use Postum Food Coffee and uutritious, healthy food in proper quantity. Postum furnishes certain ele ments from the natural-grains from the field that Nature uses to rebuild the nervous system and when that is in good condition, one can deix-ud upon a good complexion as well as a good healthy laxly. “There’s a Iteason." Mead 'The Uoad to WelivlUe," in pkga i ■ - SThe Plunderers! X ± ^ BY C. J. CUTLIFFE HYNE. ♦ "But you’ve got people who care for you ?” Cambel gave the ghost of a smile and then laughed. "No,” he said. ‘‘I can’t even boast of that. Acquaintances arc mine in thousands, but friends—well, till friendship has its breaking strain. ITn a bit like that comfortable con temptible person, the miller of the Dee. I believe 1 did care for somebody once, and she made rne think she cared for me. Probably she lied, be cause tinder persuasion she went off with another man. Bah, though, what does It matter? Kettle, we’re talking rank sentiment, and that’s an unprofitable employment for men en gaged on a piece of delicate business. And -here's a gentleman come to tell me that the consignment of specie is Just commencing to arrive. Now, cap tain, the stuff'll be in iron bound boxes, and you and I have got to weigh each one separately and check the invoice. Then we’ve to act as our own steve dores and stow half of it in the cabin next my room and half of it acress the alleyway next the mate’s.” “Why divide it?" "Because the weight is big, and it would give your steamer a heavy list to starboard.” "Oh, as to that, never mind. We can easily bring her up again with a trim ming lank. And I shouldn’t feel com fortable if any of the stuff was in that room next the mate’s. You see, Mr. Cambel, any one on board can go down that alleyway. In fact, it's the only road from one end of the ship unless you go up over the bridge deck. And I’d not guarantee but what the bait would make some of them beauties try and tamper with the door. It’s big enough to smudge the honesty of an archbishop if he was only earning £4 a month. Now the room next yours has iron walls and opens only in the inner cabin. There’s a good lock on It al ready, and if I make the carpenter bend on four more you'll have a strong room the Bank of England might boast about. "That sounds sensible," commented the envoy from the bunk. “Very well,” said Cambel, “I believe It is the best plan. Now, If you please, we’ll have the weighing machine in the muin cabin, and If you, sir, will in struct your men to bring In the boxes one by one I'll sutlsfy myself that they agree with the tally, and Captain Ket tle shall build them up In the stateroom before us both. It's a very responsible Job we have upon us, and the more counter checkings and precautions we can put Into It the better for our sev eral reputations." It was it responsible Job. Not every day la specie to the tune of 000,000 British sovereigns shipped from a Liv erpool dock, and because gold boxes are made in a conventional pattern the shipment was spotted, and crowds gathered to stare at the cased in wealth. As staring dumbly is dry work, self appointed orators among the crowd naturally distribute gratis their own private opinions upon the situation, and. according to their luck or elo quence. these attracted larger or small er audiences. No one took them very seriously, and they, for the most part, treated the subject In a jocular vein. It was not till Captain Kettle and the Mersey pilot had rone Into the upper bridge and the mate on the foredeck had east off the first bow fast that a self appointed prophet arose who spoke of the gold shipment In another key. He was a wild, unkempt, knock kneed man, who first attracted attention by tying u crimson handkerchief to an umbrella and brandishing It above ids head. Being on the face of him a crea ture who never If he could avoid it put his hand to honest labor, lie naturally addressed the crowd us “fellow work era.’’ These things awoke a slight hu morous interest and because the man had the gift of glib and striking speech the crowd continued to listen after the first pricking up of their ears. The man’s discourse need not be re ported In detail. He was an anarchist, red. rampant and ruthles*- and by means of arguments, some warped, some fair enough, he pointed out to his hearers that the mission of the Port Kdeo was another knife thrust of capi tal into the ribs of labor. The state ment met with a very mixed reception, tout the anarchist silenced both the leers and applause with a beseeching wave of his hand and followed along Ihe curb ef the wharf the steamer the dock gates. He spoke to those on >oard her aov rather than to tils more Tnmedlate following, and unclean faces itared at him from over the line of bul warks "To any man of you who values life," lie cried, "I offer a solemn warning, fhat ship Is doomed. She will sink In nldoceaii. blown apart by our petards, tnd her 111 gotten cargo will be hurled »ut of capital's reach forever. Those who are misguided enough to be her Cardlans win be blasted into spate. sten. you men of her crew. Jump on the pier head yonder as she passes Into the basin and take the consequences. The brutal laws of this country will hurl you Into prison, but better a sea son dragging out a martyr's sentence than death as an enemy to the workers' cause." At this point the strong right hand of the law descended onto the speaker's elbow, and then, because he attempted to resist, the willing right knee of the law jerked up suddenly Into the small •f that anarchist’s back, after which he was hauled lgnomlntously to a po lice station, and the place Of his speak ing knew him no more. But the fellow's threats had not been without thetr result. Every hand on the Port Edes" deck had heard them distinctly, and disquiet arose under the bolts of nine out of ten. The mate grew nervous and the men Inattentive, and from the bridge Captain Kettle's voice and whistle kept ringing out with biting clearness. As It was, only one man attempted to put the warning Into practical effect. He was a miserable half clad wretch, a coal trimmer by rating, already repentant of the spell ol physical toll which he had signed on for. Passing through the lock gates lntc the basin, the steamer's port quartei swung gently toward the wall. A sail or in readiness dropped from above anc ran aft with the lanyard of a cork fen der. The trimmer jumped or. the bul i warks. and one might have though; that he was going to bear a hand—at unnecessary hand. The sailor did sc and cursed him for his officiousness The donkeyman, however, who wat oiling the afterwinch, had other Idea! on the subject, and stood by for f rush; hence, when that trimmer wai getting himself ready for a sprint kjii 1; on the quayhead. the donkeyman'; •on:; legs took him rapidly across th r d iron clerks, and when the trlmme w is already tn midair the donkeyman' ■>"" raw descended upon the slack o hi- Kick breeches and drew him bad '■ . ‘hough he possessed the weight o I f ether imow, whereat the crown ; t the pierhead yelled with delightfu i laughter, and the dingy steamer made her way stolidly on to the muddy wa ters of the Mersey i>b, which bubbled against the lip of the walls beyond. "Curse you," snarled the trimmer, "what's that for?" "Because we’re short manned In the stokehold already, me son, and If there’s a hand goes it’s meself that'll have to stand watch and watch in his place. Having got you, I shall be a jlntlemnn now and slape In me bed at night all the way to New Orleans. See that?" "This mucky old tramp il be blowed up sure’s death, and I shall be killed.” "Well, bless me!” retorted the donkey man, “who’d miss you if you were killed? Always supposin’ you weren’t wanted for our furnaces. Here, get up, you half baked scum of the workhouse, and tumble below. Thank your stars the old man hasn’t seen you from the bridge, but don’t give me any more of your lip, or I'll report you to him and the chief to boot. Now mosey!” The coal trimmer blew his nose on his gray neck handkerchief and sham bled olt below, muttering. The donkey man returned to his winch, unbent the chain and sent It dowai into the ad jacent holjJ. Then he returned to the poop deckhouse, where he lived with the carpenter and boatswain, and of fered to bet those worthies, who had Just come in for dinner, that Captain Kettle shot some one on board before the Port Edes tied up against New Or leans’ levee. "He’s a just holy terror, our old man,” < bserved the donkeyman cheer fully. I sailed with him once before, anu he unbent a Quartermaster's front teeth with the bridge telescope before we’d been three days out. With the smudgy crowd we’ve got here now, its a pound to a brick they start him moving even sooner than that. Not that I mind myself. Sea’s dull enough as a general thing, and I like to see a bit of life throwing about, and at that game little Red Kettle is as good os a Yankee skipper any day.” V1U. GROUND BAIT.’ ' For reasons the Port Edes took the “north about" course—that Is, she headed across south of the banks of Newfoundland nearly to Cape Hatteras end rhrn braved Ihe three knot current of the gulf stream by passing down the Florida channel on the western side of the Bahamas. They had carried good weather with them—light head breezes or calms—all the way, and although coals were dear, owing to a strike, and the day’s outlay was limited to twen ty-eight tons by order, the steamer usually averaged 10M; knots despite the unskillfulness of the engine room staff. In a canvas chair on the bridge deck under th; lee of the fiddle sat Patrick Cintbol with a pipe between his teeth and Pierre Loti’s "Fantome d’Orient” in his lap. He was distinctly idling. For the moment he was wondering how, from so transparently blue sea, the spray which jumped from the wave (rests could be colorless and opaque. Then by following with the eye a tangle of yellow gulf weed which float id jnst past his attention was caprice! away to some little gtay spouts of fog . \. hit h told of whales and their calves taking a summer outing in the ir.ilk warm waters of the south. Beyond his 1 eye fell upon one of the screw pile lighthouses with which the United States government has fringed the Florida shoal, and on the far horizon spouted the wind thrashed tops of some 1 scattered cabbage palms, which told ■ that tucre at least the shallow sea was at a no more. At the back of these palms lay the mysterious shelter of the Everglades. A thought passed through Patrick Cambers mir.d, a thought of the drama to be played under shelter of those re cesses within the next few days, and hs frowned. He thrust the thought from him as an Impertinence and turned again to Ids novel. But he was des tined just then to read no more from that dainty vignette of Stampool. Through the grating of the fiddle above his head came a frightened shout, then a chorus, then a prolonged clattering as iron tools were thrown on the floor plates and the boots of seared men sinoto the rungs of the Gambol gave a quick smile to him self as though he understood some thing. then mounted a lock of concern on his face, and getting up from his chair crossed to port and strode up to the break of the bridge deck The captain, coming out of the charthouse, Joined him. From the door of the al leyway beneath them rushed a crowd of frightened men—trimmers, stokers, stripped to tt e waist; engineers In dungaree, all the hum* n contents of the lowest hold. Kettle singled out the chief with his eye and addressed him with sour irony. "Afternoon, Mr. McFee. Fine, Isn’t It, for the time of the year? Have your curs forgotten they’re paid to work this steamboat up Mississippi river to a city called New Orleans, or have they Induced the other watch to go below and give them a spell?’’ "Quid God, sir, dlnna Jest!" replied the chief. "Ye remember what yon scoundrel said on Liverpool dock wall? Week he's been as guld as his words, sir. We’ve found an Infernal machine already!” “Well?” drawled Kettle. "Man we may he blowed to the sea floor any minute." "Sea whisky! Sea grandmother!” “Man, sir, see with your own een. By God's guid mercy the donkeyman picked it from among the coals, or we’d be with him this moment—or with the deevil.” "Hand it up here,” the skipper com manded shortly. The burly donkeyman, half grinning, half afraid, came up the iron steps and handed the captain a box painted to look like a knob of coal. "It was ticking when I picked it up, sir,” he said, "but when I handled It the tick ing stopped.” The captain took the thing In his hand. It started on a fresh cluck, cluck, and the grimy men on the iron decks below humped their shoulders as though to better receive a blow and began to shuffle awuy toward the bows. "Oh, It may be something dan gerous." said Gaptain Kettle and hove his burden over the side, "or It mayn’t. Looked to me like a toy to frighten flats. There’s only one man with the pluck of a roach among you, and here’s half a crown for him." The donkeyman’s black forefinger knuckled his greasy cap. i “As for the rest, your mothers must have suckled you on pigeon's milk and i then sent you to a girl’s school to dry ; nurse. You pack of beauties. Oh, you i white livered bobby hunted gems! If > the thing was found—well, found it was. and the donkeyman brought it on ! i deck. What do you want to foul the f j clean air with your foul, stinking cur , ! casses before the watch was out? I’ll f | log every man of you for this—yes, 1 j Mr. McFee and Mr. Second and Mr. 1 j Third, I’ll dirty your tickets for you. as well, and If you give me anotne* ounce of bother I’ll take you none o| you never get another berth so long as the universe holds water to carrj shipping. You cowardly hounds' Oh you trust me.” The men slunk back Into the alley way again out of shot of the skipper’s tongue, and the engineers, plucking uj courage first, led the way below. Some one clattered a shovel on a flrebua Instinct made the trimmers obey tin signal and they went to the bunker^ The firemen followed and the steam gauge remounted before It had received any appreciable check. It was all atl affair of five minutes. Kettle passed a forefinger around thd Inside of his shirt collar and strolled across with Cambd to where the deck, chairs straddled in the shade. "They're a holy crew, aren’t they?” said the master of the Port Edes. "I think they’re what we want. We should be rather out of it with a plucky lot who Insisted on standing by ua at a pinch.” "Oh, don’t you make any error abou* that,” replied Kettle. "They’d have been shaky anyway, but this bogus clockwork devil of yours fixes them to a nicety. It'll be every Jack for him self when the scare comes, and Davy Jones takes the steamer and the oth ers. Oh, they'll run like a warren of rabbits. The brutes!” Kettle broke off abruptly and stared moodily over the gulf stream. A flying fish got out of the blue water and ran across the ripples like a sliver rat. A' school of porpoises snorted leisurely up from astern and passed the steamer as though she had been at anchor. And the tangles of gulf weed floated past uivc iccis ui. Ltvw uy uuiai, "Do you ever read poetry?" the skip per suddenly asked. Cambel slewed round his head and stared. The idea of this vinegar mputhe£ little savage talking of poetry very nearly made him break into wild laughter. With an effort he steadied his face and said quietly, “Sometimes." "I’m glad of that. Somehow I hadn’t dared ask you before, but now I know, Mr. Cambel, I like you all the better. It gives us something in common we can talk about without being ashamed. Wo can’t very well discuss the other matter which binds us together and respect ourselves at the same time.” "Quite right. You and I, captain, are shouldered to common piracy by the force of circumstances, but I always kick myself when I think about it. There’s no glamour of romance about our intended villainy or the way it’s being led up to.” "Not a bit. Byron wrote about piracy, but fiyron was no seaman, and he didn’t know what hazing a crew meant. A thief’s a dirty scoundrel all the world over and always has been, ind a sea thief, having the scum of the ?arth to handle, has to make himself the cruelest brute on earth if he wants to succeed. I think it’s that which put me out of liking with Byron and all those poets who’ve written about movement at sea. They give a wrong dea of men’s motives and actions, and .vhen they get talking on shop they’re hat inaccurate and absurd they make tine tired. No, Mr. Cambel, give me a and poet, who talks about farms and irlmroses and tinkling brooks and things he understands, and with that man I cqn sit through two watches on ;nd. Reading him may make me feel ow, but it doesn’t do a man harm to ie that way sometimes. You see, Mr. ?ambel, a scuffle or a row with a mutinous crew is just meat and drink to me. Yes. sir, that’s the kind of irute I am.” They chatted and basked during the •est of the afternoon, while the two mates off watch painted ironwork, and he crew off duty grumbled and smoked ind slept in the stuffy forecastle. The abin tea came. Kettle at the head of he table preserved a sour silence, and ’ambel and the mates among them a drained civility. And then skipper and supernumerary officer returned to their •anvas beside the fiddle on the bridge leek. The gulf stream rippled over the iteamer’s wake astern, and the small ■vavelets of a calm licked the yellow ■ust stains which patched her sweeping lank. Before them the narrow sea was he color of a dull blue roofing slate, rhe bright hot day had faded, the irilliant cobalt had filtered away from iverhead, and a silver nail paring of noon peered from a sky of amorphous /iolet, still lighted in its higher flats ly the sun’s afterglow. On the horizon ine was what first appeared to be a iteamer’s smoke, but what the glass showed to be the reek of a fire on the nvlslble low lying Florida coast. No ilaze glow could be seen. It might be i fisher’s campfire on an outlying key; t might be a game driving of Seminole Indians beyond the explored coast fringe, in that unknown tangle of trees ind grasses and lagoons, the Ever glades themselves. *‘Tt*0 lt'OPtW ’lvlrwi> TWr Oo »-V-l Krtl ttmnn ike these,” said Kettle when they had ?at there In silence till the warm night Sad spread all over and the white stars ivere beginning to show In multitudes through Its gaps. The other nodded, sucking at his cold pipe. ‘‘None of those poets have ever put ill this down on paper. They’ve got parts, bits, but not all. I fancy It is because they haven’t seen the thing for themselves. I’ve tried it myself, but I haven’t made much account of It.” (Continued Next Week.) Don'ta for Chicago Women. From "Chicago as Seen by Herself” in the May M/"iClur*’«t "It’s got so now. you nave to watch for daylight burglars just as much as the night kind,” said Captain Richard Levis, who was in charge of the Sheri dan park patrol. “They don’t work alone or In pairs, necessarily; they are geting so strong they work in threes and fours and bring a wagon. Sometimes the people In the surrounding flats see four husky n.en moving out the furniture of the family on the ground floor and stacking it in a wagon In an alley. The next day they are surprised to hear that the •movers' were burglars.” Captain Levis gave out the follow ing series of “Don’ts for Defenseless Women:” “Don’t let mail accumulate In vesti bule mall boxes. Have the janitor re move It when you are away, or It will serve as a notice to flat workers that you are out and the coast is clear. “Don’t leave directions to your grocer on the back door. This Is another tip to the burglar that you are out. “Don’t open the door to any one after dark without knowing who it is. Call through the tube or ask behind the locked door. “Don’t trust a stranger because he is well dressed. The immaculate thief is dangerous; the ragged one generally is harmless. “Don’t trust the locks. Most apart ment locks are toys; a burglar can ■jimmy' them In half a minute without noise. Get special bolts. “Don’t walk close to a building after dark; give an alley a good margin.” The greatest item of expense in tho operation of steam railroads is that of coal, which represents about 15 per cent, of the total operating costs. In the latest figures gleaned for the elec trical railway companies of this coun try this item seems to have been cut down to a point slightly above 10 per • ' One Thing Scotch Can’t Hoard. Miss Elizabeth Marbury, of the board of governora of New York's woman's club, the Colony, was discussing the question (Of the club’s liquor license. "It is rather a matter of indifference to us," she said, "whether we get a license jor not. Women, you know, are not given to drinking. They .are too careful of their appearance. They desire to remain slim and fresh, and wine, as you know, tends *to make us coarse and stale and fat. ' "So, if we had a Hdense, 1 think we Should sell little. It would not be with us as with a farmer I once met in Scotland. “Traveling In the Scottish highlands one summer, I stopped at a farm house for a cup of milk, and the view from the door was 60 lovely that I said to the farmer: i " ‘Ah, what a superb place to live in!' " ‘Ou, aye,’ he answered, in conventional Scotch, ‘it’s a’ richt; but hoo wad ye like, ma'am, to hae to walk fifteen mile ilka time ye wanted a bit glass o’ whuskey?’ ' " *Oh, well,’ said I, ’why don’t you get a demjjohn of whisky and keep it in the ouse?’ "He shook his head sadly. " ‘Whuskey,’ he said, ‘won’t keep.’ •* —— Sex Revealed in Coughs. From the New York Sun. Mrs. Flatdweller has a bad cold; one ot those long, lingering oolds; and lately she has had to add to her discomforts, Home coughing spells; and Mr. Flatdweller has tried to be very sympathetic; and when ho hears somebody coughing Ln the flat over head he says: "Hello, there’s somebody coughing up stairs, now. “Man or woman?” says Mrs. Flatdwel ler. “Man or woman?" repeats Mr. Flat dweller, “why, how should I know? "And he adds with what is intended to be pleas ant good humor: “I can’t see through the ceiling and the floor, you know." “You don’t have to,’’ Mrs. Fiatdweller says. “I should think you could tell that by the sound of the cough; they don’t cough anything at all alike." “They don’t" says the a*.\xiished Mr. Fiatdweller, “what's the dlfferenoe?" and then say# Mrs. Fiatdweller: “Why, one coughs with a man’s voice, and the other coughs with a woman'# voice." And at that Mr. Fiatdweller said nothing aloud; but he said to himself that that V/as the first time he ever knew that the sex of an unseen cougher could bo kid by the sound of the cough. —— The Public and the Maid. The late Thomas Bailey Aldrich of Bos ton wrote exquisitely graceful pr<^e and verse, but his work was never popular. At a dinner party in Boston a young lady said to him: “I have been reading Two Bites at a Cherry,' and I think it is lovely. Why isn’t it a big seller, like the works of Mario Corelli and Hall Caine?" “My dear young lady," said the poet, “in writing the book as well as I could I did my part. If the public disapproves —well, then, the public is like the Com monwealth avenue housemaid. “A resident of Commonwealth avenue, a lady In reduced circumstances, is ob liged to take in a few lodgers. Her house-* maid is rather frail, a rather pretty girl, and the other day she said to her mis^ * treas: “ ‘I’m afeard that there noo lodger, wot we thought so well of, ain’t no gent, after ail, mum.’ “ ‘No gentleman, Susan?’ said the lady. T am very sorry. Why do you say so?* “ 'Why, mum, this mornin’, when he seen me carrin’ a scuttle o’ coal, he says: “That scuttle’s too heavy fur a little thing like you," he says; and he up and took it from me and carried It himself, ■lust like a common footman.' ’’ Loose Fasting. Dr. Edward Everett Hale at the divorce reform congress in Washington said oA certain divorce laws: “The apologies put forward for these laws remind me of the apology that a gourmet bishop once made during Bent. “The bishop happened to sit af dinner beside an irreverent young woman. He ate his oysters, and then, with flashing eyes, a heightened color end every Indi cation of enjoyment, he fell to upon a plate of rich turtle soup. “The young woman, watching the bishop swallow this costly food, could not restrain & sneer. “ 'I thought,' she eald. That you tasted during Lent, bishop?’ “The bishop put down his spoon and allowed his face to become pensive. “ ‘Ah, I do fast in Lent,’ he said. T subsist chiefly on fish.’ He swallowed a lump of meat worth about half a dollar. ‘Turtle-,’ he added, ‘is a kind of fish/ “ They Were Properly Worn. Mrs. Hwfa Williams talked at a dance in New York about the fashion of riding aetride that has taken hold erf English equestriennes. “Some of our young English women/t said Mrs. Hwfa Williams, “dress out-and out like men. They wear a long coA.t but cut like a hunting coat, a cap, riding breeches and top boots. It Is a handsome costume, and it is not immodest, but un doubtedly it attracts a good deal o< at tention. “They have been telling in London late ly a story about an English girl who has adopted this riding rig. Pulling up her horse one afternoon, she said to an arti san who was passing: “ ‘Can you tell me if this is the way to Wareham?’ “The man looked her over carefully. Then he touched his cap in a respectful manner and replied: “ ‘Yes, miss, yes—you seem to 'ave got ’em on all right.’ ’* A Transparent Fiction. The late Clarence H. Clark, of Philadel phia. had one of the finest private libraries in the world. Mr. Clark was an authority on first editions. A Philadelphia auctioneer once submit ted to Mr. Clark a copy of Dickens’ “Little Dorrit.” The auctioneer said that the owner of the book claimed that it was a first edition, ami he wished to know if the man spoke the truth. Mr. Clark examined the work. Then, with a smile, he said: “The owner spoke the truth to the same extent as a friend of mine once did on his honeymoon. “Starting with his bride on the honey moon, my friend entered a railway office and. as always in the past, bought only one ticket. •*The bride noticed the oversight at once. “ ‘Why, you bought only one ticket, dear,' she said. “ 'That's so, dear.' he answered. ‘I for got all about myself.’ ’’ —— Some Natural History. F. A. Whitney, of Meoteetsee, Wyo., a rich rancher, Is greatly interested in all charities that help children. In a recent visit to Now York he told a story about a little slum urchin whom he had sent on a. month’s vacation into the country. “The lad was so ignorant.” he said, “that he thought he got mush from the mush '.room and milk from the milkweed. Od© morning a woman pointed to a horse In a. Held and said: “ ‘Look at the horse, Jimmy.’ “ ‘That’s a cow/ the boy contradicted. “ ‘No,’ said the lady, “it’s a horse.’ “ 'Tair.’t. It's a cow.’ saiu the boy. ‘Horses has wagons to ’em.’ ’’ I i ’‘IRS. DE PASSE OF NEW YORK CITY r Consulted Several Physicians, but they Did Me No Good. Pe-ru-na , and Man-a-lin llclpcd Me.” MRS. ALINE DePASSE. Mrs. Aline DePasse, 776 E. 16oth St., New York, N. 1'., writes: “It gives me pleasure to testify to the curative qualities of Peruna and Maua din. _“I was afflicted for over seven years with catarrh of the head, throat and digestive organs. I consulted many physicians, but they did me no good. "One day I happened to read some tes timonials in your Peruna almauac. I decided to try Peruna and Manalin. I bought a bottle of each, and after taking them for a week I noticed a change for the better. So I kept it up, and after using twelve bottles I was perfectly cured. "I also gave the medicine to my chil dren and they had the same beneficial result. I would never be without these remedies in the house. “I highly recommend Peruna and Manalin to all my friends, and in fact to everybody.” Miss Mildred Grey, 110 Weimar St., Appleton, Wis., writes: "It gives me pleasure to recommend Peruna for catarrh of the stomach. I had this disease for a number of years, and could not enjoy a mouthful of food that I ate. It was indeed a great relief when I hit upon Peruna, and obtained decided results from the first. I took six bottles before I felt entirely cured of my trouble, but I had au aggravated case.” THE COLOR FOR AUTUMN. The color for autmn has been de clared. It is green—not grass or em erald or reseda or olive, but dark, rich green. In combination brown and green will be much seen. The brown men tioned will bo more of a deep red than ; anything else, however, for It is the ahade we see so much in Van Dyck’s paintings. No bright tone, unless it be khaki, will be a la mode. From all in- ■ dicatlons It will be the darkest winter Ln years. Black will be very much' worn, and stripes and checks large and' small, trimmed with folds and pipings1 of plaid, will be in vogue. The stripes are so dark that at a glance one can not distinguish the! colors employed. It is a commingling; of tones that appear to run into each i other. The bias will be seen, so it is 1 announced, but certainly after autumn1 months have passed none of the winter 1 gowns will employ the bias. , TWO TERRIBLE YEARS. Tfco Untold Agonies of Neglected j Kidney Trouble*. Mrs. James French, 65 Weir street, Taunton, Mass., says: “When I began , using Doan’s Kidney Pills I was so ] . run down and mis-1 7 erable that I could j hardly endure It. Terrible pains in j the back attacked j me frequently, and the kidney secre- i tions were much j disordered. I was | a nervous wreck, i and there seemed} Kidney Pills brought i my first relief and six boxes have so1 thoroughly cured my kidneys that there > has been no return of my old trouble.” I Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Mllburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y. tTTtYTttytTtTYYTYTTTTT T ^ ♦ BILLS. 4i +■ ♦ +♦♦+♦•»♦+♦♦+♦♦♦♦♦♦ »♦ ♦ »♦»♦» Did you ever notice that bills ar» always larger than you had expected .them to be? This peculiarity is no fault of the merchant, but arises from, miscalculation induced by the slipshod and dangerous habit of running up ac counts. Every retailer would rather rather have you run an account with, him than pay as you go, for he knows that by the former method you will; spend far more money than by the lat ter, where you feel every dollar. Another peculiar trait common to all bills-is their habit of arriving Just at the most inconvenient time for paying them. If you pay cash, you simply cannot buy unless you have the money. Are not these sufficient arguments against the pernicious system of credit, which has been the cause of more extravagance, cheating and des titution than anything else In the his tory of the world except drink? Without making a crusade against the custom, consider a few of its ef fects, and then ask yourself whether you will ever again buy a single arti cle unless you can Immediately after ward pay for it. After a careful re view of the subject, I will wager that the answer will be. No! JEWELRY. 'Tls made tfor woman. She shares it with a few barbaric po tentates. Of yore she contented herself with earrings, brooches and chains. Now site is endlessly decked from top to toe with jewelry elaborations. Coiffure ornaments increase in cost and size. Hats boast jeweled buckles and other jewelry bits. Jeweled or jetted collars by day are succeeded by architectural necklaces at nl™ht. Strands of pearls, or strings of dia monds, are worn in numbers from one onward. Arms are taxed with bracelets and all manner of bags of gold, silver and oth er metals. Waists arc girdled with belts caught by clasps In art Jewelry, or an entire belt may be in metal. Shoe buckles and garter buckles are .also decidedly in Lhe jewel class, many of them being set with real gems. When a man “knows a woman thor oughly” he is generally too young to know anything.