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The House of the Black By F. L. Pattee Ring Copy ight, 1905 11 CHAPTER XIII—Continued. "Ah, yes, yes, yes. yes. That's good; 1t's pood. There'll be revenge,—for Bhe loves him; she looked Into his eyes, and she cannot sleep. Ha. ha, ha! Ah, what’s this? An old man?—with white hair?—oh, there’s but one way,—re venge, ha. ha! revenge! revenge!" "Oh, don't! Please don’t Grnn’maw! Don't do anything. I want to go.—Hut, oh. It's father I come about. You won’t touch him, will you? He’s kind and good and Jolly If you don't cross him. He’d do anything for me, hut he can’t be crossed. It Isn't his fault; he was made so. Rut you haven’t any Idea how set he Is. He’s a man of Iron, and he’s set against—him, and he’s going to ruin him, and he can do It—and I want you to make him stop—hating him. Oh, you can, can't you, Gran’ ninw ?" "And then she’ll look In her cap,—the cap sho wore In the rain, and she’ll And a hair,—a grey hair—an old man's hair." Automatically Rose looked Into the cap which she held In her hand. It was her father’s cap which sho had taken on account of the storm. In the crown was a thick grey hair. She had It In her fingers before she was aware of what sho was doing. "Here, give It to me!” The command was like a hiss. For the first time she saw the wom an’s eyes. Piercing and snaky they (were fixed full upon hers, and not a foot away. The eagerness and glitter Jn them were wholly animal. Rose ex tended her hand, powerless to do other wise. The creature took the hair and With it the handkerchief which Roso had hound about the scratch received In the thorns. There was blood In the center. "Oh, Gran’maw-” Rut the eyes of the womnn, fastened full upon her, took away her powers of speech. She Could only gasp and hold herself rigid. ■ "Walt for me.” The command had In 4t almost hypnotic power. Then with A feeble movement the bowed figure .gathered Itself together with the aid of a long staff and arose to Its feet. Then, taking the candle In its shaky band, it hobbled to a door at the end of the room. "Oh, Gran’maw, you won't harm any body,—you won’t harm father? Prom ise me, Gran’maw. You won’t do any thing bad, will you, Gran’maw?’’ The door closed upon her appeal. She turned about In a tremor. The room was now In darkness, save for the coals In the fireplace. Everything was silent. She had an Impulse to flee from the uncanny house headlong, nor stop until she was In her own room, jbut sho was powerless to move. The affair had touched her deeper than she knew. 1 To her the affair was unspeakably awful, for, despite her good sense, she had, deep below all, more than a trace of the valley superstition. Gran’maw Hiller had ever In her Imagination been a fearful personage. The nurses of •her childhood were responsible, and her neighbors who had whispered wild tales of "the power," and even her father, who In most ways was a true soq of the valley. I Reyond the fireplace Poppy Miller, .asleep now, was nodding almost out Of his chair, but recovering himself each time at the critical Instant. She watched him for a moment with a strange fascination. Suddehly some thing caused her to glance up and sho started as she had never before In her life, and guve a nervous scream. "Why, why, Lona! You here? 1 didn’t hear you." "Here’s a chair. Don't stand." She pushed a kitchen rocker in her direc tion. “Oh, Lona, do you know about it? She isn't going to harm papa, Is she,— or anybody? You won’t lot her, will you?" "She'll do whnt she’ll do." The girl took a low seat before the glower of the coals and began to stroke a cat that had come noiselessly % from the darkness. "But what do you think, Lona?” j >Gran’maw’ll help you," sho answered j. /aslvely. "It’s coming right." “But how can It? I've thought it all over and over. Father won’t give In,— and If he don't, It’ll kill me-" "Better one than two." The low purring of the cat resounded through the room In the silence. "What do you mean” she asked, turning quickly. "Nothing. You’ll be happy; you haven't any trouble. I wish to God you did know what trouble was for just one day.” There was a strange spurt of bitterness In the tone. "Why, Lonu!” She oast a swift look at the girl. "What—what do you mean Lona?” "Nothing.” mere s something wrong. Tel me, Lona." Impulsively she crosset lover to her and laid her hand on hei arm There was no reply. "Tell me, Lona,” she whispered. Foi a single Instant the girl looked eagerlj tip at Rose, but she dropped her glancf us quickly. "It's nothing," she satd carelessly arising with a quick movement am throwing more wood on the coals. "Rut, Lona-" "Hark! Sh-h-h-h-h!" The doo opened and Gran’maw Miller hobblei out With almost painful effort sin regained her seat by the fireplace. “Loney," she wheezed. Instantly the girl sprang forward Scooped up in the pipe bond a hot coal *md placed the pipe In her hand. Then for what seemed to Rose like an houi there was silence save for the spas inodlc puffs. Rose studied the wcln figure eagerly, It was much bowed she noted, and the face had the leuth cry appearance which characterise Very dark people In extreme old agt The cheekbones were prominent, th eyes deeply sunken In the sockets, an the hair, despite her seeming grout agt scarcely touched with grey. The si lence at length became unendurabh “Gran’maw," the girl began shakil; “What have you done? What Is It Tell me about It. What are you goto to do? It's nothing bad, is It? Te me, Gran’maw.’’ Again there was si lence, broken suddenly by the woman voice, this time with a touch of excltt ment in it. “Ah, look! It’s death—death—deat —! Ha, ha, ha! See him. Look! st there! Ills eyes are wide open. S< the purple In his face. Ah, revengi revenge! revenge!—ha, ha, ha!" "Oh, gran’maw, what Is It? Tell m Quick. What have you done?” Agal ■Rose kneeled impulsively, but the; was no answer now. The shrivelt figure seemed to bow lower and low< In Its chair, the pipe dropped with rattle on the hearth; and the head fe forward. "Gran’maw has said all she will t( night." Lona laid her hand lightly c Hose’s arm. "I’d go now.” "But, Lona. tell me what It means' “How can I know?” "But she won’t harm him, Lona?” "She does what she does—It’s dai here, let me show you the way i the pike" "No, no, Lona; you'll get wet for nothing. 1 know the way as well as you do, and Pomp'll whinny when I call." The girl made no answer, but started bareheaded out Into the dark ness. "I love a night like this; it’s my night." They went on In silence. "Lona." Hose took her arm tightly and whispered the words. "What Is it? Can't you tell me, Lona? I want to help you." f “No, no; you can't. Not even God I could help me. There’s your horse— goodby." There was a despairing bit terness In the tone such as Hose had never heard from human lips. Sho turned sharply, but the girl had disap peared. "Lona,” she called, “oh, Lona, come back.” There was no answer save the rushing of the water In the gut be low, and the roaring of the wind In the near gap. CHAPTER XIV. IN THE WILD AZALEA. In the late spring and early sum mer the Seven mountains burst sud denly from their sombre melancholy and bury themselves for a month In a wealth of efflorescence such as one may look for In vain elsewhere north of the tropics. The wild gaps and runs become choked with mighty masses of pink and white that fill even those long accustomed to it with wonder. First comes the miracle of the dogwood, the spangling of the forest with spotless white; then the miracle of tho uzulea when tip? swart hillsides break sudden ly Into billows of fire; then the miracle of the laurel with Its great masses of bloom like baskets of flowers set here and there amid the rocks; and then the miracles of miracles of the rhodendron which tills gap and tangle and scaur with great banks of un broken snow. One might bo contented to live 11 months In the dun solitudes for tho sake of this one marvellous month of flowers. One visiting in mid-June the mouth of Roaring Run will find it transformed almost beyond belief. The fantastic weatherings are embowered In laurel; the tangle along the Run is a bank of solid bloom; and among ,tho cedar scrubs still smoulders the last of tho azalea. It Is a transformation, indeed, one that no familiarity can ever strip of Its semblance of miracle. The morning after the pow-wowing at Roaring Run broke free-skied and smokeless. By midday there was no trace of the storm. The mountains lay soft and warm In the spring sun. Un der Its radiance the azalea shot up its radiance until it dominated ridge and bottom and gap. Along the trough of Plum Run where It flowers in great est profusion, It rolled In billows of dame, and ever among it and around It, like a deliberate contrast, glistened tho stars of the dogwood. As Tom Farthing stood on the crest of Raccoon rhlgo It seemed to him as If the moun tains were In gala dress; green and brown with frlnglngs of scarlet and spangllngs of white. Ho was hot and restless. Ho had struck up Into the ridges after the Sunday dinner In sheer unrest. On and on he had tramped without aim or thought. A mass of color In the sharp of the V caught his eye and automati cally he turned toward It. At one place in an angle of the rocks the efflores cence seemed to culminate. It was like a huge centerpiece or a single giant blossom. It cooled and rested him. He stood wondering a moment, drinking 111 the sweet reek of It, then sat down In the middle of the plot, his back against tho sandstone. All was still save for the drone of the stream near tty and the voice of a warbler la the heart of tho tangle. Unconsciously, for the thousandth time, he began to go over the prob lem which was dominating him. What had become of her? Why had she left him so? What was tho mys tery of it all? The brook purled on; the bird sang over and over Its simple note, and his thoughts be came ever more vague and more vague. He awoke with a start. He was con scious of some sharp, sudden noise close by him, but all was silent when he opened his eyes. Ho was strangely confused. Everything seemed changed; tho sun was lower; the shadows had shifted greatly; there was a different light in the atmosphere. A vague im pression of some presence close at hand caused him to turn his head. "Why, Lona," he cried in startled voice, "is it you? Is it really you?" She did not answer. For a moment s)ie stood as on that llrst evening by the brooksU'e, when he hud come sud denly upon her. If he moved she would vanish. "But how came you way up here?” He did not wait for her to answer; he nuyli; a sjvjft bound through the azalea and stood beside her. "Did you know I was here? Did you?" "No.” "Then it's an accident? You Just hap pened to come?" “Yes." "You were walking and saw this bunch of honeysuckle? Is that why?” “Yes. I must go now."* She turned abruptly In the direction of Heller's | Ridge, and began almost to run through the tangle. "Lona. don't," he pleaded. "Why do you go, Lona?" She made no answer, ■ but bounded up the rooks. "Wait. Lona, please," but she did not • stop. It was as if she were afraid of ■ him. She cast a swift glance back J and quickened her pace. He was gain 1 ing on her. At the summit she • stopped abruptly and faced him. "We'll rest a minute here,” she * announced decisively, perching herself oh a rock. "Toll me. Lona, what the matter is. 1 Why do you always run from me? Tell me, Lona." He came close to her * and looked up into her face. ' “There’s a comfortable seat there." She pointed to a rock opposite hers. ; As he turned he noted ttiat she was ? pale, and that there were flushed spots 1 in her cheeks. "You are not well, Lona. Tell me, s what is it?" He did not take the seat, but came near to her again. It’s nothing." she said absently.-She " i was looking far out over the valley ® which lay bathed In the evening light ® The sun was Just on the horizon. The j stillness of the Sabbath evening lay like a spell. From the far away farm , la 'Uses and roads there arose no sound n save the faint "pe-pe-pe-pe" of a worn ® an calling her chickens, and the low monotone of the Run purring with soft r throat, like a kitten half asleep by its “ mother. A breath of the hot elovei fields, so faint as to be only half per ceived. floated up over the scrub oaks ■ and the rocks. n "Lona, 1 want to tell you-" ^ "See," she broke In sharply. "Isn'l It beautiful? It's like a great hap Isn't it?" He followed her gaze oul over the valley. k “Yes; but Lona-” o "A hap in four colors: clover, corn I wheat, trees. The trees make it crazy • y work. The fences are stitches." "Sure enough—zigzag, crazy stitches." “Yes.” For a moment they looked out silently over the valley. The twilight was beginning to fade the picture. The great shadow of Roaring Ridge was creeping rapidly out toward Nance Mountain. They were at the west end of the valley. The sharp notch of the Run was close to tha right; just below them amid the scrub oak tangle was the Heller cabin; and to the left of it ne stled the buildings of All : Farthing. A straight line from them to Poppy Miller’s would pass close by the cabin. “Do you know all the ridges and gaps?" she went on animatedly. “Sea over there, that second ridge is the Alleghanies.” “Yes.” “The main -nnge. Over there,”—sha pointed suddenly—“Is Turkey Run. That break beyond it is Blair’s, with old Grayble to the left. That’s the Bald Eagle, and right beyond it is the Juniata." "Can you see th? Juniata from here?” "No, but you can see the valley. See that green spot—that long, narrow strip of light green? See?” He was very close to her now. Suddenly he turned and caught her hand in his. "Lons,” he said passionately, “I love you.” "No, no, no, no,” she gasped, "you mustn’t—you mustn't say that!” Sho rose as If frightened, and tried to free her hand. "And why mustn't I—why mustn't I, Lona?" he pleaded hotly. "Listen to tne." She. turned and looked him full ir. tile eyes and In stantly he dropped her hand. "I mean Just what I say. You must promise not to come again. You must promise never to come to the Run again. I forbid It." "Forbid It?” lie eeho"d blankly. “1 forbid It,” she repeated with cold emphasis. "You'll not come again. It's best—for you. Goodbye." With her eyes full upon him in a gaze that was hypnotic In its intensity, sho sidled slowly over the edge of the ridge. "Remember—-you’ll obey me,” she repeated, holding up her hand warn lngly. "Remember." He felt himself powerless to move or even speak; he could only gaze at her absorbedly while she hacked dc.wn the rocks toward the gup. Then near a Jutting spur of sandstone she wheeled suddenly about and ran. On the Instant he felt as if lie had been released from a spell. “Ch, Lona," he cried, "I can’t. Stop, Lona." He leaped down over the rocks in reckless haste. Just at the edge of the scrub oaks the girl stopped abruptly and faced film. They had reached the azalea again. It flamed all about her, framing her like a picture. “Why do ycu follow me?" she burst out almost petulantly. "I couldn't help it. Oh, I don't un derstand It at all. Lona, what is it? Tell me—wily car't I come?” "If I say it’s death if you persist,” she whispered intensely, "is that enough?" "Death to you?” "No.” "Then it's not enough,” he burst out with passion. "It's not enough.” By a sudden impulse ho caught her in his arms. "Oh, Lona,” he cried, a torrent of pusslon rushing over liim, "I love you— 1 love you!” She made a movement to free herself, but he held her fast. "No. no. no," she cried, as If In alarm. "I mustn’t—I mustn't." "Why mustn't you, Lona? Why can't you love me? Oh. can't you, Lona?” He crushed her to him almost fiercely and tried to look down Into her eyes. She did not struggle now; shb looked up into his face suddenly. “Yes,” she whispered. “What?—What?—You love me?” “I'd die for you, Tom." “Why—why. Lona! Do you mean It? You love me?” He held her at arm's length and looked Into her eyes. “Yes, Tom.” Then suddenly he felt her shudder as If with cold; she threw up her hands to her face. "Oh, what have I done?” she sobbed bewilderedly, "oh what have I done?" She broke away almost violently. “No, no, no," she cried. "My God, you mustn’t. I didn't mean It—I didn't say It.” “Lona'.’ “It's too late, Tom." Instantly she was cpl.n again. “It's Impossible. You must go. I can't tell you why, but you must. If you love me at all. you'll do It. Promise me that you'll not try to see me ngaln.” "Lona, you don’t know what you're saying. I can't—I won't." "Promise me,” she repeated. Her eyes black and compelling, were on him again. Somehow he felt himself strangely helpless as she looked at him. "But why, Lona? Tell me why,” he gasped. "Promise me.” “But—oh, Lona——” “Promise me." “I promise,” he said faintly. "But, Lona-" "You have promised. Remember. I shall hold you to your promise.” "Lona. you’re cruel—you're hurting me.” “I’m kind, Tom. You’ll know some time. Goodby. Tom.” He fancied tUers was a choke in the voice. (Continued Next Week.) DEVICE WHICH’MAKES DISH WASHING EASIER «. ’ » The humble but important operation of dishwashing has been greatly facili tated through the genius of a Kansan This man has designed a combined dlshpan and drain that will save both time and towels, as it permits the wa ter to drip off the dishes before they are dried. The utensil Is made for use only In Its dual capacity. The dlshpan Is cut away to allow one end of the drain trough to enter It. This trough rests on legs which give it a down ward slant toward the pan and ir I Water Flows Back Into Pan. the bottom is a rack on which th< dishes are stood. This rack is ralsei slightly, so that the water which drip: from the china, glass, etc., runs bad into the pan. In this way the dishe: are rendered comparatively dry befon the towel is applied to them, with the result that they can be completely drle( much more speedily than when takei directly from the rinse water, and th< towel does not become hopelessly sat urated, as by the old fashioned method GIRL GRADUATES; WHAT THEY WEAR THIS YEAR The girl graduate claims the next six weeks for her own—her gowns in many cases have rivalled the trousseau of the June bride. Why shouldn’t they? The fes tive affairs of her graduation—the dream of her schooldays, the first real event of her life—and the dainty white commence ment dress, the fanciful class gown of brighter hue and fragile lace, the more substantial baccalaureate costume and tha “decaplte* reception gown have all been a part of the dream. This spring, more than ever before, she has wide freedom of choice—Dame Fash ion has set no limits within the heart’s desire of the most fastidious girl. The various styles of the last 12 centuries have been recalled with a certain conventional ity that mingles the past with the pres ent In a most enchanting manner. Ma terials, too, are varied, lingerie dresses being universal favorites, although foul ards, pongees and soft silks are worn. Most Charming Effects. First of all the commencement gown is to be decided—possibly because It bears the significance of the event. It will, of course, be white. White, in any mater ial from French and Persian lawns to the soft silk crepons and muslins, is dain tier if‘made simply; moreover a simple white gown is practical. It will laundry well, feel comfortable, and at the same time be appropriate for almost any affair during the entire summer. A simple style by no means implies lack of picturesque or graceful beauty. The practical, by which is meant, not extreme, princess and semi-princess dresses with panel effect are especially charming in dainty white. An embroidered panel edged with a dainty Valenciennes is a beautiful idea. The cuff of the sleeve which is made not too light, may be also edged with Valenciennes. The “decapite” or collarless dresses will be universally pre ferred this spring, especially for the com mencement dress. Baccalaureate Gowns. For baccalaureate, the pongee two and three-piece suits threaten to hold full reign. The tan foulard is a splendid i Doings in the World of Fashion BY PHOEBE A. REED. The demand for chiffon materials promises to be unprecedented this sea son, unless the makers of the modes flatly deny their own children and re fuse to live up to the laws they have j laid down in their early season models, | It is extravagant, of course, this fad of I the chiffon frock, the chiffon coat, etc., ] j for chiffon seldom goes unadorned, and ; this filmy material is beautiful in the smartest models of a wealth of hand work—embroidery, braiding, inset lace, I etc. Moreover, chiffon must be used lavishly. No skimping in the soft graceful folds. No sparing of material In the draperies. Set over against these j objections the beauty of the material, its ideal draping qualities and the fact ! that the heavier quality of chiffon, known as chiffon cloth, wears surpris | ingly well in spite of its sheerness and I comes out fresh and lovely from fre | quent pressing. It is the mode. There ■ is the only unanswerable argument in its favor. Something in Foulards. Some sheer, lovely marquisettes and Kindred materials share honors with chiffon in the designing of the new thin coats and sheer costumes, but, on the whole, we find the chiffon preferable. No other material gives just the cloudy, | veiling effect which most exquisitely I softens contrasting color or contrasting surfaces in the same color. One Importer has put forth some orig inal and lovely models in foulard, chif fon veiled. He uses a bordure dotted ' foulard. For example there is a cling- j ing, simple frock of soft old blue satin I foulard, with white water dots over its surface and a border of big graduated white dots. The plain skirt is limp and long and untrimmed, save for the bor der around the bottom. Over this frock —or slip, for it is little more, and the coat is Joined to it. not separate—is a I loose, graceful coat of smoky gray chif | fon. a little short of waist, finished around the edges in gray silk, braided ! finely and lightly in gray and silver and | fastening with big braid ornaments of | the gray and silver—an odd combina i tlon which sounds bizarre, but is, in fact, very lovely and not conspicuous. Coat Same Color. More often the chiffon coat is In the color of the frock with which it is to be worn and made separately from it. One recent importation included a gown of this sort in one of the new blues, which have the greenish tone associated | with the peacock hues, but are much softer and duller than the more vivid j peacock blues. They might be called peacock blues dashed with gray. | The frock of chiffon is almost entirely hidden by a coat of the chiffon falling in straight, soft folds from the shoul ders and at the bottom running down In long points almost to the hem of the frock, but sloping up at front and back. The coat is bordered widely by self color embroidery, and a d£ep collar fall ing out over the shoulders Is almost wholly of this embroidery. The soft ness of the material prevents the full | ness from being in any way bungle I some, and the embroidery weights the chiffon down into clinging lines, so that the effect is that of a cloudy veiling | through which the faintly defined lines of the figure show. One of the exquisite new greens, deli 1 cate enough to suggest the very first baby leaves of spring. Is particularly ' effective in chiffon cloth, and a summer \ frock of such green chiffon is made in the straight, long princess effect, draped I slightly across the front and sides and shirred In the middle back, the skirt width at tho bottom measuring perhaps seven or eight yards. It is trimmed with self tucking, satin buttons and loops and inset bands of a fine cream net. embroidered in tiny gold dots, and for wear over it is a long, loose coat of the chiffon, sleeveless, satin trimmed and fastening with big, effective satin ornaments. Chinese Rollovers. Roll out rich pie crust thin, cut it in email squares, chop a few pecan nuts and thin strips of lemon peel, add sugar to taste and a little sherry or fruit juice. Chop fine and place a teaspoonful of this mixture on each square. Roll the square up like a Jelly roll and bake uptil the pastry is done. English walnuts, orange peel, sugar, and a bit of brandy make an other good combination. A Boomerang. From the Delineator. Little Archie, aged 4. had been very troublesome all day, and especially trying to his father, who had had to stay at home as he was not well enough to go to work. In the evening after the little fel ! low' had said his prayers, his father called him, thinking it a good time to say a word In season, and began by asking: "My son, ■ why is it that father and mother have had to punish you so often today?" Archie thought a minute, and then to his father’s discomfort replied: "I guess it was cos you were both sick and cross today." A storm moves ^ miles on hour. reign. The tan foulard is a splendid change and may be a whole dress or suit A summer rajah silk is pretty in differ ent shades. Even linens and coarse tulles will appear among the baccalaureate cos tumes—they are indeed practical. Among the class night and reception dresses will be found the greatest variety The high waistline skirts which are not too severe, the semi-princess and ever the clinging unrestraining Renaissance are equally appropriate. A new Idea— the medieval style w'hich falls loose but shapely like a sweater below the hips from there down being a plaited flounce would make a girlish class day dress. As for color every shade of the rain bow' has been approved by Dame Fash ion. One dress was made of yellow' mes caline, falling loose and graceful from the high w'aist line and trimmed with crean Valenciennes. The border bands are ex tremely popular and are going to be usee profusely without restraint. Coats Still Perplexing. Coats have always been a perplexing question—this year as much as usual, be cause both long and short coats may be worn without breaking the rules of fash ion. Coats are worn quite short, in fact many as short as the hip line. For the long evening coat to be worn over a light dress, the new sleeveless coat is pretty Lace coats are dainty and when jet lace Is worn over a light dress, the effect is enchanting. As for shoes, the low patent pump Is quite the fad. Colors will appear in foot wear much this spring, the colored tops to match the dress is neat. Hosiery tc match hat, umbrella and other accessor ies may be chosen. The accompanying undermuslins are easily chosen this spiring—since the lace trimmed combination suits are without question the thing. The one-piece and princess styles require little gathers at the w'aist line and a new pattern entire ly omitting fullness at the waist is ver> good. For the lighter gowns, lace trim ming is preferable, although embroidery which is more substantial, may be used ELABORATE TRIMMING MAKES THIS ATTRACTIVE • <1 Stylish Blouse Design. Here is a chic design for blouse of plain material, with trimming of striped bands in harmonizing colors or tucks—the former is preferable, how ever. The tucked’ white stock and chemisette are of white lingerie ma terial and the little frill edging on each side from shoulder to bust is narrow Valenciennes lace. Note the good-look ing sleeves, with tuck decoration. FASHION FANCIES. *———---a The bottoms of sleeves are much trimmed while the upper parts are left absolutely plain. "Chevelure” is the name given to a shade of brown, which, being inter preted, means hair brown. The newest colors for gloves are champagne and the lightest shades oi brown, even to a bright yellow. Pear shaped pearls or jewels or strands of platinum threaded with dia monds and pearls are fashlonab'e. One of the novelties of the minute ia a sleeveless coat which is being made for afternoon toilets. Except for an occasional scant flounce, all trimming is put on ir lengthwise form. For morning wear the chamois and castor gloves are the rage here as well as in Paris. Cretonne belts with figures stamped in blue are to be had and are quite charming. Irish crochet motives, made of metal lic cord instead of the usual thread, are among the new trimmings. Colored net or tulle sleeves have s lining of gold net. This gives just a charming shimmer through the outei mesh. Spanish lace scarfs, scarcely seer since the days of their popularity 2( years ago, have again made an ap pearance. The flower rosette is popular. Broche fabries will be much worr in the near future. In yokes the sun ray plaitings art the thing just now. Jet bracelets seemingly cannot b< too wide nor too heavy. For run around frocks nothing It more popular than serge. One of the newest things in smarl footwear is the empire pump. This season brings a large and fas cinating variety of Japanese silks Roumanian embroidery is used or hats, on frocks, blouses and coat suits Many gowns have touches of hanc embroidery on them this season. For the summer parasol nothin! could be more novel than the Engiisl chintz. Caboehons of straw with jewel cen ters will be seen on some of the smar hats. Skirtings are nearly all striped which adds to the long lined effect: of the season. Messaline silk in exquisite Dresdei patterns makes the daintiest of under skirts. Unusual are some of the I'rencl cheviots, which show the Rouian strip' effect. We Write Most Letters. From the Krt- Magazine. The postal Union has just Issued a re turn for 1904 which gives some interestlni figures as to international postage. Th United States sends most letters—i.109,00 during the year. Great Britain follow with 2,597,000 and Germany with 1.648.90C France sends S44,-I00,000. ard no other court ■ try reaches 500,<100.000. The use of post | cards has enormously increased. The Ger I man empire heads the list with 1,161 mil I Uons posted during the year. The Unite' | States comes second with 770,500,000. Epidemics of cholera always travt from east to weal Father Blunder*. When father said to mother “This coffee's cold, my dear,” She didn't heave a little sigh. She didn't shed a tear; She simply gave him such a look, I'm sure had be been able, Poor father would have left his place And crawled beneath the table. —Birmingham Age-Herald. Wooing by Letters. From the Yale Record. He—I love U. She—C here, F L" don't stop, U J. I’ll call mother. He—Y? She—G! It's E Z 2 C U R 2 Q-rious. He—Will U B mine? She (falling on his neck)—G U kidl Farmer Had Confidence in Government From the Des Moines Capital. | Winnepeg—An old American farmer from Des Moines walked into the im , migration offices and remarked that he | wanted to buy land In this country, but 1 wanted to look around before doing so. He confessed that he knew nothing of banks or people, but had confidence in the Integrity of the government. He , therefore asked the officials to take care j nf his old wallet until he had picked his farm. He handed it over to the ; commissioner, who on opening it found i It contained $25,000 in green backs. It j was banked for the old man in the name of the government. This is a I good sample of the class of im 1 migrants coming in fror- the south this i spring. One day there were SO home seekers from the states, who reported at the immigration omce, and the . smallest sum that any of them had in cash was $5,000. The wealth that is being brought In this spring is aston I iahing. Strong Winds and Sami Storms cause granulation of the eyelids. PET TIT'S EYE SALVE soothes and quickly relieves, 2.rx\ All druggists or Howard Bros., Buffalo, N. Y. Pointed Paragraphs. From the Chicago News. If we all had our own way, other people would get out of it. i Mirror backs in show windows nre j one kind of advertisements to attract J women. 1 Even a man of sand should have enough sense to build his house upon a 1 rock. Everybody wants something for nothing, but few 'people are satisfied wdth what they get in that way. i And It sometimes happens that after a man has made his mark, he acquires a wife who rfiakes him toe it. Many a man's boasted bravery has i gone lame when his wife suggested that he visit the kitchen and fire the cook. Many a woman says her prayers be cause the minister says she should and I does other things because he says she shouldn't. The Man With the Longest Name. From the Houston Chronicle. Clinton. Ia—Though a modest and unassuming young man, the proprietor I of a small grocery store in this city 1 can lay claim to the possession of one j of the longest names of any citizen of ! the United States. Here is the signa : ture of the young grocer: " T. T. A. T. W. S. E. T. K. O. H. Lindloff.” Spelled out in its entirety the young j man's name is- “Through Trials and : Tribulations We Shall Enter the King Som of Heaven Lindloff.” & The extraordinary name was con- “ ' ferred upon the boy in his early in fancy at the suggestion of a friend of I his parents, who was of a rellgloug | turn of mind, and who came across th« passage in reading the scriptures and persuaded the infant's father and j mother to confer the unique name upon i their new born son. -- Ethics of the Case. From Life. “Look here, doctor.” said the ex-pa tient. coming into the physician’s of fice with a determined expression, 'T’ve just had the X-rays turned on me, and I find that when you operated on mi ! you left a pair of surgical scissors in I me." “Rless me!” says the specialist. “I had missed them. Thank you. so much. ; my good man. I will add their cost to i your bill.” The United States ranks third among the nations in importation of tea. Good” at Breakfast, Lunch or Supper * Delicious Post Toasties A new dainty of pearly white corn, by the makers of Postum and Grape-Nuts. I Toasties are fully cooked, rolled into thin wafers and i toasted a crisp, golden-brown. Ready to eat direct from the box with cream or good milk. . The exquisite flavour and crisp • tenderness delights the most > fastidious epicure or invalid. “The Taste Lingers” Popular pkg. 10c. Large Family sue 15c. ' Sold by Groceri.