The Sioux County journal. (Harrison, Nebraska) 1888-1899, September 12, 1895, Image 1

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    The Sioux County Journal
The clinging arm, full, w hite nnd nwwt,
Beneath the white lid closing;
The checks Hushed faint with rosy sleep,.
The dimpled hands revising
Thr wwt red lip held hnlf apart
Smile coming uud retreating;
Clod bliss mid keep the little heart.
Within the white breast heating,
As hahy aliM pK.
The tiny, restless, busy feet
Lie still in crudlc nestling
The clinging ami, full, w hite and sweet,
1'pon the iillow resting;
("lose out the lnirxt of noise ami glare
Harsh Hounds, anil harsher seeming
And let the soft, sweet amnmer air
Float gently through hi dreaming,
Ah hahy aleepa.
And life and time k hurrying on.
Their varied meshes weaving;
And hea ren i lost, and heaven is won,
And joy given place to grieving:
The Mil mriu r cornea, the auuitner flics,
And hringa the autumn' glory
While atill my darling's violet eyea
Ucpcnt the mi nic old story
That Imliy aleepa.
I ait and mum, while yet apace
The future years are w inging.
And think what gifla of love and grace
Their hidden hand" ure bringing:
What paths the little feet may tread,
What works the linnd be molding;
What crown await my darling" head,
When heart and aoul, unfolding.
No longer Bleep.
Ah! Hoe h n h many a fairy theme,
I-'roro her sweet lipa unfylding.
And life hna many a golden dream,
That aome fond heart ia holding:
Hut none ai glnd a those that riac,
In light and henuty blending,
To ahine before n mother' eyes,
Alwive the cradle bending.
While bnhy aleepa.
A Hon u of I.ovc.
The love 'lump thoughta far swifter fly
Than sea-bird through the aprny:
The love that craven with alillcd sigh
A dear voice far away:
Whose longing nieinoriea at rive to truce
Each ttmilc of vanished glee;
And nour aiiblime through time and
That ia my love for tin e.
The wistful love that cling ami clings
Like aome forsaken child;
The trustful love that sings and sings
Willi ei hoes weird and wild;
That whispers in the lonely night
I tf what can never be.
From eyea a gleam with tearful light,
That ia my love for thee.
The love that hath no part of bliss
And only breathe in pain.
And yet whoso ):ing J would not nils
For all the star contain:
That broke my heart in day gone by.
And wrecked my life for me,
The hopelina love that ne'er can die
That ia my love for thee.
Samuel Mintnru Peek, in Boston Trans
cript. Ponx.
There i always aotne song to sing, my
Always some song that has not la-en
A aong that the broken heart may hear
. From the long-lost hope they tread
among. ,
The song of the robin ia old, we know.
And the cricket's chirrup ia everywhere;
And the maiden' song on the earth be
low Is echoed back by the blue up there.
Hut, iuto the depth of the far-away.
There arc broken fragments all un
Which turned to genu of thought, to-day
Make sweetest songs, and all our own.
Yes, there is always some song that we
may sing;
Alwaya some song that is yet unsung;
A song that will cheer the sorrowing
Like the whispered words of a lover's
T,ew Whilton, In Cincinnati Commercial
The Dear Little I'nth.
There's a dear little path at the end ol I In
road, And where do you think it goes?
It wander away at ltd own sweet will.
Off through the woods and over the hill,
And down where the river (lows.
The prime old road lies paved and curbed.
While the lamp it either side
March out In linn by night nnd day
To the noisy town far away,
Where never a flower can hide
Two at the end stand quite ammcd
At the little path' careless ways;
But, waiting heyoud Is the marguerite,
The bluebird' neat and the springing
And it never atop nor May.
Oh, the dear little pathl I like it best,
Rprtnftlme, eummer and fall,
Though It run through the bramble or
Into the swamp,
It I dearer to me thaa the stater pomp
Of the road with Its sMtioais tall.
Q. P. Da Boia, la Chicago RtwonL
He Glowingly Picture the Attrac
tion of the World Beyond The
Health, the Hplendorn, the Heuuion
and the Hong- of Heaven.
Glories of Heaven.
For the bereaved and faint-hearted
there could be u word of stronger con
solation or encouragement than those, of
the sermon prepared by Kev. Dr. Tal
mage for last Sunday. His subject was
"Surpassing Splendors." With inimit
able touch, he has pictured the glories and
attractions of the world beyond the skies
in a way to bring joy to believing souls
and to fascinate even the thoughtless and
Indifferent. The text chosen was, "Kye
hath not seen nor ear heard." 1. Corin
thians ii. y.
"I am going to heaven! I am going to
leaven! Heaven! Heaven! Heaven!"
These were the last words uttered a few
day ago by my precious wife as she as
cended to be with iod forever, and is it
not natural as well as (,'hristianly appro
priate that our thoughta be much direct ed
toward the glorious residence of which St.
Paul speaks in the text I have chosen?
The rity of Corinth has been called the
Paris of antiquity. Indeed, for splendor
the world holds no such wonder to-day.
It stood on an intimitis washed by two
seas, the one sea bringing the commerce
of Kurojie, the other th'f co iUnerce of
Asia. From her wharves, in -he con
st ruction of which whole kingdom: had
been absorbed, war galleys with three
hnnks of oars pushed out anil eonfoiinilel
the navy yards of nil the world. Huge
handed machinery, su h as modern inven
tion cannot equal, lifted Kliips from the
sea on one side and transported them i
on trucks n cross the isthmus and set tin i-.
down in the sea on the oilier side.
The revenue ollicers of the city went
down through the olive grove that lined
the beach to collect a tariff fnun all na
tions. The mirth of all people, sported in
In-r Isthmian games, and the beauty rif
all lands sat in her theater, walked her
porticoes, anil threw itself on the altar of
her stupendous dissipations. Column and
statue nnd temple bewildered the behold
er. There were white marble fountains.
Into which, from apertures from the side,
tin-re rushed waters everywhere known
fur heallh-giv'mg qualities. Around
these basins, twisted into wreaths of
utolie, there were all the beauties of sculp
ture and architecture, while standing, as
if to guard the costly display, was n
statue of Hercules of burnished Corinth
Ian brass. Vases of terra cotta adorned
the cemeteries of the dead vases so cost
ly that Julius Caesar was not satisfied
until he had captured them for Koine.
Armed oflicials, the "Corinthiarii," paced
u i and dow n to see that no statue was de
faced, no pedcslal overthrown, no bas-relief
touched. From the edge of the city
a hill arose, with its magnificent burden
of column and towers and temples I.ikki
slaves awaiting at one shrine and a cit
adel so thoroughly impregnable that Cib
raltar is a heap of sand compared with it.
Amid all that strength and magnificence
Corinth stood and defied the, world.
, Paul's Teat.
Oh, it was not to rustics who had never
seen anything grand that St. Paul uttered
this text. They had heard the best music
that had come from the best instrument
in nil the world, they had heard songs
limiting from morning porticoes and melt
ing in evening groves, they had passed
their whole lives away among pictures
and sculpture and architecture nnd Cor
inthian brass, which hud been molded and
shapi d, until there was no chariot wheel
in which it had not sped, and no tower in
which it had nut glittered and no gateway
that it hud not adorned.
Ah, it was a hold thing for St. Paul to
stand there amid all that and any, "All
this is nothing. These sounds that come
from the temple of Neptune are not music
compared with the harmony of which I
speak. These waters rushing In the basin
of Pyrene are not pure. These atatues of
Bacchus and Mercury are not exquisite.
Yo 11 citadel of Acrocorinthu is not strong
compared with that which I offer to the
poorest slave that puts down his burden
at that brazen gate. Yon, Corinthians,
think this is a beautiful city; you think
you hare heard all sweet sounila nnd seen
all beautiful sights; but I tell you 'eye
hath not seen nor ear heard, neither have,
entered into the heart of man the thing
which God hut li prepared for bim that
love him.' "
You ee my text set forth the idea that
however exalted our Idea may be of
heaven, they come far abort of the reality.
Some wise men have been calculating
how many furlong long and wide heaven
la, and they have calculated how many
inhabitants there are on the earth, how
long the earth will probably stand, and
then they come to this estimate that
after all the nations have been gathered
to hj-aven, there will be room for each
soul, a room 1i feet long and V feet wide.
It w mid not be large enough for me. I
am glad to know that no huinpii estimate
is miflicicnt to take the dimensions. "Kye
hafh not seen, nor ear heard," nor arith
metic calculated.
Health In Heaven,
I first remark that we can In this world
get no idea of the health of heaven. When
you were a child, and you went out lu the
morning, how you Isitinded along the road
or tr?t you had never felt sorrow or
icknessj Perhaps Inter -rhap In
these Tory summer day you felt a glow
in your cheek, and a spring In your step,
ml an exuberance of spirit and a clear
ness of eye, that made, you thank (lod you
were permitted to live. The nerves were
harp striugs, and the sunlight was a
doxology, and the rustling leave were
the matting of the robes of a great crowd
rising ap to praise the Lord,
Yon thought that you knew what it was
to he well, but there Is no perfect health
on earth. The disease of paat genera
tion com down to us. The aira that float
now on the earth are nollke those which
floated a dot paradise. They are charged
with iuipuritie; and distempers. Theimost
elastic and robust health of earth, com- j
pared with that which those experience
before whom the gates have been opened,
is nothing but sickness and emaciation.
IOok at that soul standing before the
throne. On earth aim was a lifelong in
valid. See in-r step now and hear her
voice now. Catch if you can one breath
of that celestial air. Health in all the
pulses! Health of vision; heallh of spir
its; in. mortal heallh. No racking cough,
no sharp pleurisies, no consuming fevers,
no exhausting pains, no hospitals ' of
wounded men. Health swinging in the
air; health flowing in all the streams;
heallh blooming on the banks. No head
aches, no siib-aches, no backache. That
child that died in the agonies of croup,
hear her voice now ringing in the anthem.
That old man that went bowed down with
infirmities of age, ee him walk now with
the step of an immortal athlete forever
young again! That night when the
needlewoman fainted away in the garret
a wave of the heavenly air resuscitated
her forever for everlasting year to
have neither ache nor pain nor weakness
nor fatigue "Kye hath not seen it; ear
hath not heard it."
eplendors of Heaven.
I remark further that we can in this
work get ho just idea of the splendor of
heaven. St. John trie to describe it. He
says, "The 1'J gates are 11! pearls," and
t fin t "the foundations of the wall are gar
nished with all manner of precious
stones." As we stand looking through
the telescope of St. John we see a hluze of
amethyst and pearl and emerald and sar
donyx and chrysoprasus and sapphire a
mountain of light, a cataract of color, a
sea of glass and a city like the Bun.
St. John bids us look again, and we see
thrones thrones of the prophets, thrones
of the patriarchs, thrones of the angel,
threes of the anostleB, thrones of the
niai'.rs, throne of Jesus, throne of God.
And we turn round to see the glory, and
it is- rim-oca! TtiMnes! Thrones!
St. Ji ' ilda us look again, and we ee
the gr, irocession of the redeemed
passing. ' J cm in, on a white horse, lends
the march, and all the armies of salvation
follo-.i ring on white horses. Infinite caval
cade .Hissing, passing; emptres pressing
into line, ages following ages. Dispensa
tion trumping on after dispensation.
Glory in the track of glory. Europe,
Asia, Africa, and North and South Am
erica pressing into line. Islands of the
sea shoulder to shoulder. Generation
before the flood following generation
after the flood, and ns Jesus rises at
the head of that great host and waves hi
sword in signal of victory all crowns are
lifted, and all ensigns flung out, and all
chimes rung, and all haif.-ltijah chanted,
and some cry, "Glory to Gixl most high,"
and some, "I losauna to the Son ofDavid."
and some. "Worthy is the I.amb that was
slain" till all exclamations of eudeurij
ment and homage in the vocabulary of
heaven are exhausted, nnd there come up
surge after st.rge of "Amen! Amen!"
"Kye hath not seen It; ear hath not
heard it." Skim from the summer waters
the brightest sparkles, and you will get no
idea of the sheen of the pverlustinc sen.
Pile up the splendors of earthly cities, and
they would not make a stepping stone by
which you might mount to the city of
(tod. Kvery house is a palace. Kvery step
a triumph. Kvery covering of the bead a
coronation. Kvery meal is n btuqiiet,
Kvery stroke from the tower Is a wedding
hell. Kvery day is a jubilee, every hour a
rapture, and every moment an ecstasy.
"Kye hath not seen it; ear hath not heard
Reunions In Heaven.
I remark further, we can get no idea on
earth of the reunions of heaven. If you
have ever been across the sea and met a
friend or even an acquaintance in some
strange city, you remember how your
blood thrilled, and how glad you were to
see him. What, then, will be our joy,
after we have passed the sens of death.
Id meet in the bright city of the sun
those from whom we have long been sep
arated! After we have been away from our
friends ten or fifteen years, and we come
upon them, we see how differently they
look. The hair has turned, and wrinkles
have come in their faces, and we suy,
"How you have changed!" Hut, oli,
when you stand before the throne, all
cares gone from the face, all marks of
sorrow disappeared, and feeling the joy of
that blessed land, methinks we will say
to each other, with an exultation we can
not now imagine, "How you have
changed!" In this world we only meet
to part. It is good-by, good-b.v, farewells
floating in the air. We bear it at the rail
car window, and at the steamboat wharf
good-by. Children lisp it, and old age
answers it. Sometimes we say it in a
light way "good-by" and sometimes
with anguhh in which the soul breaks
down. Good-by! Ah! That is the word
that ends the thanksgiving b-inqiict; that,
is the word that come in to clnse the
Christmas chant. Good-by ! good by! tut
not so in heaven. Welcome In the air,
welcomes at the gate, welcomes at ie
house of miiiiy mansions but no good-by.
That group is constantly being augment
ed. They are going up from our circles
of earth to join it little voices lo join the
anthem, little hands to take hold of it lu
the great home circle, little feet to dunce
in the elerunl glee, little crowns .to be
cast dowu before the feet of Jesus. Our
friends are in two group a group this
side of the river and a group on the other
ide of the river. Now ,hore goes one
from thisto that, and another from thi
to that, and noon we will all be gone over.
How many of your loved one hnve al
ready entered upon that blessed place!
If I should take paper and pencil, do you
think I could put them all down? Ah,
my friends, the wave of Jordan ronr so
hoarsely we cannot hear the joy on the
other side where their group I augment
ed. It i grave here and coffin and
hearse there.
A Dying Negro Boy.
A little child' mother had died, and
they comforted her. They ald,: "Your
mother has gone to heaven. Don't cry."
And the nest day they went to the grave
yard, and they laid the body of the mother
down Into tha ground, and tht little girl
cam ap to the Terge of the grave, and
looking down at tha body of her mother
said, "I thi heaven?" Oh, we hare no
idea what heaven ia! It it the grave here,
it is darknes here, but there i merry
making yonder. Metuiuk when a soul
arrive some angel takes it around to show
it the wonder of that blessed place. The
usher angel wiy to the newly arrived:
"These are the martyr that perished at
Piedmont. These were torn to piece at
the Inquisition. This is the throne of the
great Jehovah. This is Jesus!" "I am
going to see Jesus," said a dying negro
Isiy. "1 aiu going to see Jesus." And the
missionary said, "You are ure you will
see him?" "Oh, yes; that' what I want
to go to heaven for." "But," said the
missionary- "suppose that Jesus should
go away from heaven what then?" "I
should follow him," said the dying negro
boy. "IJut if Jesus went down to hell
what then?" The dying boy thought for
a moment and then he said, "Massa;
where Jesus is there can be no hell!" Oh,
to fctitud in his presence! That will be
h pa ren! Oh, to put our hand in that
hand which wag wounded for us on the
cross, to go around amid till the groups of
the redeemed and shake hands with proph
et and apostles and martyrs and with
our own dear, beloved one that will be
the greut reunion. We cannot imagine it
now, our loved ones seem so far away.
When we are in trouble and lonesome,
they don't seem to come to us.
We go on the bank of the Jordan and
call across to them, but they don't seem
to hear. We say, "Is it well with the
child, is it well with the loved ones'" and
we listen to heartif any voice comes back
over the waters., None! None! Unbe
lief ays, "They are dead and extinct for
ever," but, blessed be God. we have a
Hible that tells us different. We open it
and find that they are neither dead nor
extinct; that they were never so much
alive as now; that they are only waiting
for our coming, and that we shall join
them on the other side of the river. Oh,
glorious reunion! we cannot grasp it
now. "Kye hath not seen, nor ear heard
nneitlier have entered into the heart of
mail the things which God hath prepared
for them thut love him."
The Honi( of Heaven.
I remark again, we can in this world
get no idea of the song of heaven. You
know there is nothing more inspiriting
than music. In the battle of Waterloo
the Highlanders were giving way, nnd
Wellington found out that the bauds of
musie had censed playing. He sent a
quick dispatch, telling them to play with
the utmost spirit a buttle march. The
music started, the Highlanders were ral
lied, and they dashed on till the day was
won. We appreciate the power of secu
lar music, but do we appreciate t he-power
of sacred song? There is nothing more
inspiring to me than n whole congregation
lifted up on the wave of holy melody.
When we syig some of those dear old
psalms and tunes, they rouse all the mem
ories' of the past. Why, some of them
were cradle songs in our father's house.
They are all sparkling with the morning
dew of n thousand Christian Sabbath.
They were sung by brothers and siHtcrs
gone now, by voices that wore aged mid
broken in the musicvoices none the
less Mtrcet been use they did tremble and
break. When I hear these old songs
sung, it seem us if t lie old country
Inceling houses joined in the chorus, and
Scotch kirk and sailors' bethel and west
ern cabins until the whole continent
lifts flic doxology, and the scepters of
eternity beat time to the music. Away,
then, with your starveling tunes that
chill the devotions of the sanctuary and
make the people sit silent when Jesus is
coming to hoKiiuna.
Hut. my friends, if music on earth is so
sweet, what will it be ill heaven? They
all know the tune there. Mi-thinks the
tune of heaven will be made up partly
"from the song of earth, the best parts of
all our hy-uus and tunes going to add to
tin? song of Muse and trie I.amb. All
the best singers of all (lie ages will join
It choirs of white-robed children, choirs
of put rin rchs, choirs of apostle, morning
stars clapping their cymbals, harpers
with their harps. Great anthems of God
roll on. roll on, other empires joining the
the harmony, till the thrones ure full of
it anil the nations all saved. Anthem
shall touch anthem, chorus join chorus,
nnd all the sweet sounds of earth and
heaven be poured into the ear of Christ.
I avid of the hnrp will be there. Gabriel
of the trumpet will lie there. Germany,
redeemed, will pour its deep base voice
into the song, and Africa will add to the
music with her matchless voices.
I wish we could anticipate that song. I
wish in the closing hymns of the churches
to-dny we might catch an echo that slip
from the gales. Who knows but that
when the heavenly door open to-duy to
let some soul through there may come
forth the strain of the jubilant voices
until we catch it? Oh, that as the song
drops down from henven it might meet
half way a song coming up from the
Tolstoi's Hypocrisy,
lu Mine. Seuron' forthcoming book
of Tolstoi anecdotes M fne. Seuron
lived for ten year us governess lu the
count's house there appear the fol
lowing Htory concerning Tolstoi' veg
etarianism: "The old count demands that veg
etarian (IImIicn are always brought to
bible for him, whllo IiIh wife and the
rest of tlic family eat lieefsteakn and
oilier lli'sh food. It often linpis'iis that
the countess furtively puis a little
chicken meat or a little goose on her
liUHband' jiliite, but ho with indignant
looks, pushes back the plate, murmur
ing: 'No, I will not eat meat, absolute
ly, I will not'
"Hut," ikUIh Mm. Setiron, "I hnve
often Hurprlxed him going to the side
board for a piece of ronstbif, which the
evening before, at table, hc'hnd sol
emnly refused. The carnlvoroti In
stinct was reawakened, and the enor
mous piece of meat was swallowed In
one bite by this apostle of vegetarian
Ism." Boston Journal ' '
Color bllndneaa or tha slightest defi
ciency In hearing la aofflcient to ax
el ude a man from th army.
Brief Glance at Fanele Feminine, Frivo
lous, Mayhap, sad Yet Offered In the
Hope that the Bcsdlng Hay Prove
Keetfnl to Wearied Womankind.
Ooastp from Gar Gotham.
New York correspondence:
r course the tre
mendous inflations
women have been
wearing about
shoulders and
arms are not to lie
luc o n 1 1 n e n 1 1 y
pricked nil at
once, for It would
be dreadful to be
blown off the earth
by the escape of a
higii wind from
one's own sleeves,
but fall brings an
end to the increase of dimensions, and
downward drop will be essential.
The sleeve now popular that forms a
puff to the elbow longer on the out
side of the nnn than on the Inside will
hold Its own. and this same sleeve
with a long, close-flttlug fore-sleeve
will be all right If it ends In a flaring
turn back cuff nt the wrist.
Lace isn't affected, apparently, by
the change of season, nnd is still to be
used very freely. So when the pretty
dresses that are so soon to be old style
are thrown or given away make sure to
rip all the lace off first. Few of the
devices for employing laces are entire
ly "out," and new places have been
found for putting It on gowns. The
embellishment of seams Is a feature of
some of the models, and skirts of the
umbrella pattern have their many
scams masked by narrow satin ribbons
of color to contrast with the material
of the gown, such ribbon being finished
at the edges with closely fulled narrow
lace. Just stop, amateur dressmaker,
and try computing how many yards of
lace can be disposed of by that Idea.
With that problem solved, turt) to the
second Illustration and observe an
other trick of seam ornamentation. In
this dress beige crepon and striped
bluet taffeta are employed, and Inser
tions of the latter show below the
knees at all of the skirt seams, which
above each scam is outlined by a band
of galloon. This method is at first con
sideration less terrifying than the sug
gested use of fulled lace, but it com
plicates the making of the skirt till the
home dressmaker need be wary. The
bodice Is not much easier, being com
posed of a plain crepon back and a
front of alternate stripes of crepon
and taffeta, the fastening being at the
side. Pelt and collar are of crepon, the
latter trimmed with bluet chiffon ro
settes, nnd the taffeta sleeves have
crepon cuffs nnd beige ribbon trimming.
The skirts of to-day will do for the
fall, and the wise girl who bought
enough extra for a bodice can use these
aklita with a freshly made short coat
that opens In the front over' a fall of
lace. The really new model of skirt
la closely like the mora flaring examples
worn during the past season, except
that the cut la modified to give the ef
fect of a down-pointing dip right In
front Bo exaggerated la this effect Ii
6 "&&Zk -&r.
some imported dresses that It really
would seem the skirt wa on wrong-slde-to
with the deml-traln in from,
except that there is a corresponding
dip in the back. Of course, such skirt
are stiffly lined to keep the front dip
well forward and out from under the
feet, the effect being something remi
niscent of the late fenders attached to
the electric cars. Both the skirts pic
tured above show a slight degree of
this flare, but iu some dresses it la
carried to ungraceful extreme, and
again, as in the third sketch, when the
front flare is o great as to hint of awk
wardness, it is disguised by carrying
the flare well around to the sides. This
disguises its character, too, and it Is
fully as well to have only a little flare
and to have It right In front The bod
ice of this dress is its chief novelty and
Is fitted at sides and back, but is slash
ed a few Inches from the front edges so
that the tabs hang over the belt. In
front there Is a box pleat of white mull
set with small black buttons, and a
large black satin bow whose ends are
.held down by fancy buttons. The
sleeves are shirred at the top and have
turued back coat cuff. Black satin
Is used for the belt, and I combined
with the dress goods mauve pique
for the collar.
As summer ended traveling dresses
took on quTte as great a degree of elab-'
orateness us other gowns left behind.
They became so elaborate In some
cases quite fanciful that the design
of their wearers to use them later as
street dresses was plain. Meanwhile
the exquisites distinguish themselves
from the million by Insisting upon a
different traveling gown for the return
journey from that worn lu going away.
By less extravagant women the last
two pictures will be considered as sep
arate possibilities, though it suggests
luxury pleasantly to think of taking a
Journey in one of them and returning
In the other. The first is of navy blue
alpaca, and Its skirt has strapped seams
and Is dotted in front wit it live but
tons on each side. The fitted bodice
Is slashed iu front to show pleated in
sertions of red and blue shot taffeta,
and the latter are repented on the
sleeves. Its sides are gathered and the
front shows a big boxplent also trim
med with buttons. The belt may be of
leather or of the dress material, and a
fancy collnrette of taffeta with guipure
edging completes the ornamentation.
The second traveling costume is even
more ornate than this, being made
princess of Scotch plaid with a rever
of gray cloth at the right side of the
skirt The bodice has a vest nud collar
of the darker color seen lu the plaid,
and large revers, of which the right
one passes around the back to form a
belt aud Is then fastened with a buckle
at the upper part of the skirt revers,
making It apiear a If the one were a
contluance of the other. The plaid
sleeve have fancy pointed cuff of the
plain goods, with stitched edgea.
Another good material for the gown
for home coming la corduroy In gray.
If the trip be not too long, let the
seams be lapped with white pique
banda. The collar of the coat, the pocket
piece and the cuffs should be of whit
pique, too, and the soft hat of gray ttlt
In tourist ahape ahould hara ft plqtM
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