Breeding Tortoises.
An enterprising Mexican has rent
ed a lake in the Island of Cozumel,
off the east coast of Yucatan, from
the Mexican government for the pur
pose of breeding the shell-producing
tortoise, and expects to make a for
tune. He pays $100 a year for ten
years. The tortoise lives to a great
age, and its growth is nearly as slow
as its movements. Its shell consists
of thirteen plates, which are surround
ed by twenty-five smaller plates as a
protective margin. As a new layer
of horny substance is produced each
year, a plate at its exposed edge
marks the age of the animal. Tor
toise-shell in the arts and for use as
combs is coming into favor again,
notwithstanding its easy imitation in
celluloid.
free to Twenty-Five Ladies.
The Defiance Starch Co. will give
25 ladles a round trip ticket to the
St. Louis Exposition, to five ladies
in each of the following states: Illi
nois, Iowa, Nebraska, Kansas and
Missouri who will send in the largest
number of trade marks cut from a ten
cent, 16-ounce package of Defiance
cold water laundry starch. This
means from your own home, any
where in the above named states.
These trade marks must be mailed to
and received by the Defiance Starch
Co., Omaha, Nebr., before September
1st, 1904. October and November
will be the best months to visit the
Exposition. Remember that Defiance
is the only staren put up 16 oz. (a
full pound) to the package. You get
one-thini more starch for the same
money than of any other kind, and
Defiance never sticks to the iron.
The tickets to the Exposition will be
sent by registered mail September
6th. Starch for sale by all dealers.
The frontispiece of the April St.
Nicholas is a half-tone reproduction
from a Copley print of ‘•Dorothy,” aa
winsome a little lass as ever sat for
her picture. The original portrait
was by Lydia Field Emmett. Temple
Bailey's stories always please young
readers, and “The General’s Easter
Box” is seasonable and cheery, well
worth the second reading it is sure to
have. Anne McQueen's “A Work of
Art” is a quaint story of a quaint
little maiden of long ago, a tale good
enough to be true. Every girl and
boy, of whatever age, will be intensely
interested in the two Robinson Cru
soe articles, “The Author of ‘Robinson
Crusoe’,” by W. B. Northrop, and
“Robinson Crusoe’s Island Two Hun
dred Years Later,” by Francis Arnold
Collins.
A girl has an idea that a man’a
suspenders go all the way down to his
socks and that his trousers stay up
with a button.
Defiance Starch is put up 16 ounces
in a package, 10 cents. One-third
more starch for the same money.
The confidence a woman has in her
husband may be the result of his very
boldness.
The heart of a woman can stand
more bruises than she is willing to
admit.
Some people seems always sure they
are right and then do the other thing.
Singers shouldn’t drink, and yet the
tenor «ften indulges in a high ball.
I would rather be Jpeaten in right
than succeed in wrong.—Garfield.
A dressmaker says that fitting a
dress is a mere matter of form.
The vice of envy is a confession of
inferiority.—Theodore Roosevelt.
Chance gives us relations, but we
fcust make our own friends.
It is safer to take time by the fore
lock than a mule by the tail.
The only man fit to die is the man
fit to live.—H. W. Beecher.
Men of shiftless habits are never of
immovable character.
When a woman loses her temper
she shows her age.
The self-conceited are bound to suf
fer from solitude.
There are solemn sinners as veil
as solemn saints.
He who rebels against conscience
ruins character.
There is no merit in sacrifice de
void of service.
Lessons are for our learning rather
^han our liking.
A little vim in religion is worth a
lot of vision.
Heart keeping is the secret of happy
housekeeping.
Try me Just once and I am sure
to come again. Defiance Starch.
The trifling man never attends to
the great trifles.
Some men make positive failures
even of their mistakes.
Every man is willing to declire he
has sown his wild oats.
Men often buy experience at the ex
pense of someone else.
When a man talks too much he dis
likes to be informed of it.
Women who wish they could swear
wonder whv men laugh at them.
A woman in love Is always blind to
her own folly.
The old sea dog is easily known by
his barque.
Love is always a door into larger
life.
Lofty souls never despise lowly ser*
▼Ice.
Misery is not a synonym for moral
ity. «
Circumstances cannot stunt the soul.
Sorrow Is only our side of their Joy.
JOHN BURT
By FREDERICK
UPHAM ADAMS
Author of “The Kidnapped Millionaires,’* “Colonel Monroe's Doctrine,” Etc.
Copyright, l‘J03, by
Fredxhick Upuam Adams
All rights
reserved
COPYBIGHT, 1903. BY
A. J. Dhexkl Biddle
CHAPTER SIX—Continued.
“Isn’t it good to be an American?”
asked Jessie, as her hand stole Into
John’s. Just then a full-rigged ship,
making from Boston Harbor, spread
her sails and stood out past them.
Jessie looked at her as Lohengrin
might have looked at the swan, and
whispered:
“Wasn’t it Longfellow' who stood
here and felt with us:
“My soul is full of longing
For the secret of the sea:
And the heart of the great ocean
Sends a thrilling pulse through met'
‘Yes, Jessie, not only Longfellow,
but Emerson, Hawthorne, Thoreau and
Channing dreamed here,” said John.
But, Jessie, poetry makes poor feeding.
I’m hungry.”
"So am I,” laughed Jessie. “Come
on, I’ll race you to the inn!” and
she sprang to her saddle before John
could assist her.
Picking their way carefully down
the steep hill, they reached the hard
roadbed. Then Jessie spoke to her
hoise and dashed ahead. She was a
good rider, and, though it was a close
race, John gallantly conceded defeat.
In the dining-room were many guests
from Boston and they united to make
a merry party. It was three o'clock
when they started again for Nantas
ket. The five miles they covered at a
canter.
As John helped Jessie from her
horse at Nantasket some one touched
him on the shoulder. John turned.
"Haou de ye dew\ John?” exclaimed
a strange figure of a man, standing
there all grins. “I sw'an. I’m glad ter
see ye up an’ ’round agin! Haou de
ye dew, John? Haou air ye?”
“All right, Sam,” said John shaking
hands.
Sam was the country sport of Rocky
Woods, with a fame extending to Co
hasset and not wholly unknown in
Hingbam. It was Saturday, and Sam
was in gala attire. He was tall and
three hours it had been rainin’ eats
an’ dogs!
“Old man Shaw was plumb scared
ter death. He ran all the way home.
Every time he ldoked at a gutter-spout
he nearly fainted away. He come tew
his place an’ ran ’round the back way.
He looked down the hole an’ saw noth- ■
in’ but water.
“’Sallie! Sallie!’ he hollered.
“The old woman was standin’ on
top the bottom of the pail, up agin
the wall. The water was up tew her
chin, but she was mad all over, an’ she
hadn't lost her voice.
“ ‘Ye’ve come at last. Bill Shaw,
have ye?’ she said. ’You haul me
outer here quicker’n scat, an’ when I
gets up I’ll scratch yer eyes out! Ye
done this on purpose! Ye haul me
out, an’ I’ll fix ye fer this day’s work!’
“The old man lowered a rope, an’
after a hard tussle hauled her up.
The neighbors say she mopped him ail
over the yard, an’ I say it sarved him
right.’’
Sam related several other incidents
in the career of the Shaws, and Jessie
laughed until the tears ran down her
cheeks. They bid Sam good-day, and
watched him until he disappeared with
the famous trotter in a cloud of dust.
After supper they waited for the ris
ing of the full moon. They saw the
stately orb of night break above the
ocean’s rim and blend its white light
with the pink afterglow of sunset.
Bathed in her flood, they turned their
horses homeward, riding through a
| shadowed and shimmering fairyland.
The gnarled and wind-wrenched ap
S pie trees were etched in lines of weird
! beauty against the sky. The rugged
stone walls were softened, and faded
away into dreamy perspectives.
In the years which followed, how the
scenes and incidents of that summer
1 came back to John Burt! Under many
: skies he recalled the happy hours
i spent with Jessie Carden. Again he
"fixocr Ac yzrappk cxx&r? uxocs^p ye*?*
awkward. His large, good-natured
mouth, wide open, displayed rows of
white teeth; his small blue eyes twin
kled shrewdly, and his ears stood clear
of a mass of red hair.
John glanced at Jessie and the
laughter in her eyes was a sufficient
hint.
“Miss Carden, let me present Mr.
Rounds, a schoolmate and neighbor.”
Sam doffed his cap with a sweeping
bow.
“Delighted ter meet ye, Miss Car
den,” he exclaimed, with a sincerity
which did not belie his words. He ex
tended a huge hand. “Have often seen
ve ridin’ by and heerd all erbout that
lir runerway. I swan, that was a
mighty ticklish shave fer ye, Miss
Carden. Tell ye what let’s do! Let’s
have some sody water an’ ice cream.
It’s my treat to-day! Sold a hoss this
mornin' an’ made forty-two dollars
clean profit on him. I’m great on
hosses. Miss Carden. John, here, runs
ter books an’ studyin’ an’ all that. But,
as I say, my strong holt is hosses.
They say we all has our little weak
nesses—present company, of course,
expected. Let's go an' gjt that sody
an’ ice cream.” And Sam led the
way to a pavilion and impressively or
dered the suggested refreshments.
Jessie engaged Sam in conversation,
laughing merrily at his odd remarks
and stories. He pointed to an old
farmer wrho drove past in a rickety
wagon.
“There goes old man Shaw,” said
Sam. “He lives down the road from
I our house, an' he’s a great character.
| Yesterday mornin’ Mrs. Shaw told the
old mr.n the cistern orter be cleaned
out. It hadn't rained fer so lone that
the water was ail gone, and she ’lowed
it was a good chance tew clean it out.
Old man Shaw 'lowed she was right,
but said his rheumatics was so all
fired bad it wouldn’t dew fer him tew
go down intew no damp place like a
cistern; so he lowered the old woman !
an’ sent her down a pail of water an’
some soap an' a scrubbin’ brush.
“ ‘I'll go down tew the postoffice
an' see if thare's a letter, an' then
;orne back and pull ye out,’ ho hollered
town the openin’. She said. ‘All right,'
an’ went tew work. Old man Shaw
went tew the postoffice, asked fer a
letter, an’ of course, thare warn’t none.
He started back, an’ was just passin’
:he cobbler’s place, when he met
Jones.
“Whare ye goin’?’ he asked old man
Shaw.
“ ‘The old woman's cleanin’ the cis
tern, an’ I've got tew go home an’ haul
ner out,’ says Shaw.
“ ‘She ain’t got it done yet,’ says
this no-account Jone6. ‘It takes a pow
erful long time ter clean a cistern out
proper. Bill an’ Gus is down stairs
waitin’ fer ye. I^et’s plajt^em one
game, an’ then ye can go home an’
pull the old woman up.”
“As I said before, it’s always dark
down in Jones’ basement, anf none on
’em took any account ,on what was
FOin’ on. You know how it rained
yesterday mornin’? It started in tew
pour ’long about nine o’clock.” Sam
paused to laugh. “When old man
Shaw came out er Jones’ basement,
the gutters was full of water an’ the
rain was cornin’ down in sheets. For
drifted with her in a boat, floating at
will of breeze and tide, her hand trail
ing in the water, and the murmur of
her voice in his ears. Again they
walked down the wooded path, while
the black of the night stood like a wall
in front of them, and Jessie clutched
at his arm when an owl sounded his
solemn cry.
Jessie was going to Vassar, and
John had passed the examination
which admitted him to Harvard. He
found that he could study much better
under the shade of the Bishop trees
than in any other spot, and Jessie
held the text-books while he recited.
The weeks glided by like a dream.
One day in autumn he stood by her
side on the station platform in Hing
ham. As the train rumbled in, some
thing rose to his throat and a film
stole over his eyes.
“Good-by, John!”
“Good-bv, Jessie!”
The train glided out from the sta
tion: a little hand fluttered a lace
handkerchief from a window; a sun
burned pair waved in reply. Jessie
had gone back to Boston.
CHAPTER SEVEN.
Arthur Morris.
When Randolph Morris had amassed
a couple of millions in New York bank
ing and stock manipulation, he decided
to establish a New England country
place in keeping with his wealth and
station. He selected a site near Hing
ham, overlooking Massachusetts bay,
with a distant view of the ocean. For
years workmen were busy with the
great stone mansion. Terraces, ver
dant in turf, gave beauty to the sur
#<unding rocks now softened with
vines. Stables, conservatories, and
lodges lent new distinction to the land
scape.
The eldest of the Morris children
was Arthur, the heir to the bulk of the
Morris fortunes. His age was twen
ty-four, and his experience in certain
matters that of a man of forty. He
was of medium height and stocky build,
with features of aristocratic mold, but
weakened and puffed as from habitual
excesses. He had recently attained
the notoriety of an unconditional ex
pulsion from Yale. His name had
figured in New York prints in an esca
pade with a foreign actress, but the
story was denied and suppressed be
fore it reached the usual climax.
Commencement days were past. One
June morning Jessie Carden arrived
in Hingham, and was met by Mr. and
Mrs. Bishop in the old family car
riage. Arthur Morris also chanced to
be at the station. As Jessie Carden
ran forward and affectionately greeted
her relatives, Arthur Morris gazed at
her with a scrutiny too close to be
condoned as “a well-bred stare.” She
wore a gray traveling dress, and look
ed so charming that one might be
pardoned for an almost rude admira
tion.
“Gad, but. she’s a beauty!” he ex
claimed, as Jessie stepped into the car
riage. “Thank God there's at least
one good-looking girl in the neighbor
hood! Who the devil is she? Stranger,
I I suppose. James,” he said in a low
| voice, addressing his tiger, “get in aad
De ready to tase the horses if I tell
you.”
“Yes, sir,” replied the boy solemnly,
raising a gloved hand to his hat. Un
der a strong curb the horses followed
the Bishop vehicle.
Delighted to return to the country,
Jessie Carden little suspected that her
arrival had so aroused the blase blood
of the banker millionaire's son. It
was a long drive, but at last Arthur
Morris saw the carriage turn into the
Bishop yard. He drove leisurely past
the place till he regained the main
road.
On the old bridge spanning the
creek lie met a young man in a light
road wagon. Morris halted his team,
and signaled the driver with a wave
of his hand.
“I say, who lives in the big house to
the south, on this side of the road?”
“Mr. Bishop lives there—Mr. Thom
as Bishop,” replied John Burt.
“Thanks,” said Arthur Morris with
a* short bow. “Any daughters? I’m
a new comer in this locality,” he ex
plained with a smile meant to be con
fiding.
“Mr. Bishop has no daughter,” said
John, proud to give information on a
subject so dear to him. “The young
lady in their carriage was probably
Miss Carden. She spends the sum
mer seasons with them. She’s ex
pected to-day from Boston.”
“Carden? Carden?” repeated Mor
ris, as if the matter were merely of
passing moment. “I fancy I’ve heard
of her people.”
“Her father is a Boston banker.”
“Ah, yes; I know. Lovely old place
—that of the Bishops—isn't it? Fine
old gables, and an air of age—Pilgrim
Fathers, and all that sort of thing,
don’t you know. Think I'll try to in
duce the governor to buy it. Lovely
day! Delighted to have met you. Mr.
—Mr. Brown. Git up, you brute!” and
the tandem was lashed past John
Burt.
That evening after dinner Arthur
Morris found his father in the li
brary. For some time both smoked
in silence.
“I say, governor.” said Arthur, as if
the thought had suddenly occurred to
him, “do you know any Cardens in
Boston?”
“I know Marshall Carden, the bank
er,” growled the millionaire. “What
about him?”
“Oh, nothing much,” rejoined the
son carelessly. “What's he worth?”
“He's ^>rth more than he’ll be j
again,” said Randolph Morris grimly.
“He’s in L. & O. stock up to his neck.
If you knew as much about stocks as
you do about trousers, that would
mean something to you—but it doesn’t.
Carden is supposed to be worth half a
million. When he gets through with
L. & O. some one else wijl have the
money and he’ll have experience. What
do you want to know about Carden? !
Has he a daughter?” The old man
looked sharply at Arthur Morris.
(To be continued.)
MONKEYS EARN A LIVING.
Manipulate Fans in India to Cool
Masters’ Parching Brows.
Monkeys are more than pets in
some parts of the world. At Malabar,
India, they are taught to work, and
have actually made themselves al
most indispensable in the homes of
the wealthy. The Malabar monkey is
of the fine species known as the lan
gur. It is very warm in Maiabar, and
there is a fan called the punka, which
used to be kept in motion by a slave.
It required a slave to work each pun
ka, but now every punka is worked
by a monkey.
It was an English officer who con
ceived the idea of making the langur
work in that manner. The fan is a
movable frame, covered with canvas
and suspended from the ceiling. The
motion is caused by pulling a cord.
The officer tied the hands of the lan
gur to one of the cords, and then by
means of another cord put the machine
in motion. Of course, the monkey's
hand went up and down and the ani
mal wondered what kind of a game
was being played. Then the officer
patted its head and fed it with candy
till soon the langur thought it fine fun
to work the punka. The experiment
was successful and now thousands of
monkeys are in harness.
One on Senator Overman.
Senator Overman was recently In
North Carolina to act as attorney for
defendants in a murder trial. He
climbed into a bootblack's chair in
Salisbury one day. The negro boy
was rather bright and the senator en
gaged him in conversation.
“Who is the governor of this state?”
asked the senator.
“I doan’ no’, boss,” was the reply,
for which the senator chided the boot
black. Gov. Charlie Ayeock is very
popular in the old North state, and
Democrats think everybody ought to
know his name.
The polishing of the senator's shoes
proceeded, and the negro lad seemed
to be in a mental abstraction. But he
soon broke the silence.
“Boss,” he inquired, “who am the
gubehnor of Mississippi?”
The senator had to admit that he
could not remember.—Washington
Post.
Advisers of the Czars.
The great czars of Russia, somebody
said, when they want a man, go out
into the street and find one. It is
another way of saying that the czar’s
ministers spring from nowhere. It is
almost true. Russia has had an em
press who began life as a peasant and
married a Swedish dragoon, and it was
an Armenian who all but destroyed
the autocracy of the czars and set
Russia among the progressive nations.
Sergius De Witte, descendant of a
Dutchman, started at a wayside rail
way station, on a career which has
brought him almost at the head of the
state. So, too, with the man who to
day holds the key of all the mysteries
of the great Russian war machine.
Alexei Nicholaievitch Kuropatkin be
gan life as a sublieutenant.—London
Answers.
Privilege of Chinese Officers.
Chinese commanding officers of reg
iments have a privilege which they
rather prize. Whereas all inferior
ranks may be beaten with bamboo
sticks, the commanding officer who of
fends may only be chastised by the
hand or fist of his general. If he
prefers to be beheaded he is allowed
to suffer this punishment.
Spring riat Trimming.
Leather strapping is a popular trim
ming for spring hats. The simplest of
sailors have no other decoration than
a band of leather and a buckle, while
the more pretentious affairs are strap
ped around the crowns, brims are
caught up or down, wings and quills
are held in place, and even bows are
made secure, all with the aid of dainty
straps of leather and brass buckles.
The same form of decoration may be
seen on the newest spring suits. Cuffs
collars and belt of bright colored
leather make an elegant as well as
simple trimming, and a very beautiful
effect may be obtained by having the
leather stamped with a conventional
pattern in gold and using gold buttons’.
Child's Double-Breasted Coat.
The double-breasted closing circular
capes and box-plaited back are charac
teristic features of this nobby little
coat, which may be used for either
boys or girls. It is a style that is par
ticularly becoming and one that will
not go out in one season. The coat is
shaped by shoulder and under-arm
seams and one of the capes may be
omitted if desired. The strapping
down the front gives a pretty finish,
and may be co\ered by braid like that
on capes, if one chooses. These little
military coats are among the newest
designs and are deservedly popular.
The coat is particularly full and has a
style about it that can not be had in
the every-day modes. Red lady’s cloth
or corduroy with white or black stitch
ings and gun-metal buttons would
make an attractive design. Other de
sirable selections which will find favor
are velvet, melton, kersey cloth or
peau de soie, if a heavy coat is net de
sired.
i^itchen
Don't allow grease to burn on the
outside of your frying pan.
Kettles may be thoroughly cleaned
by boiling potato peelings in them,
says the Chicago News.
Never put a table linen that has
fruit stains into the hot soapsuds. It
sets the stain.
Don’t throw or drain vegetables in
the sink. It will necessitate your call
ing the plumber, as pieces will get
into the pipes.
To have a custard pie of an even,
nice brown when baked, sprinkle a lit
tle sugar over the top just before put
ting into the oven.
When cooking green vegetables a
small particle of soda added to the
boiling water just before putting in
the vegetables will keep them in fresh
color.
New Style for Trimming.
One material laid on another by way
of trimming is a marked feature of the
fashion of the day. Cloth hands of
applique designs of cloth on velvet
gowns, or the precise reverse, velvet
cut out in points or patterns laid upon
cloth, or silk used for edging cloth, or
hands of cloth, looking a little out of
place in themselves, but indubitably
up to date, on silk skirts—here is a
fancy of the moment which is likely to
maintain its popularity. Such decora
tion is seen on the capes or collars or
pelerines of the bodies, as well as in
the shape of bands round or clown the
skirts. In the last mentioned situa
tion. too, scallops of the material of
the gown, bound round with the trim
ming fabric, as, for instance, cloth
edged with silk, are adopted. Ribbon
makes good strappings or bands, and
can be had in such variety that there
is no difficulty in meeting the require
ments in the w-ay of color or relief of
the dress material. Bands of embroid
ery are often applied to smarten a
blue serge dress.
Tempting Outlook for Spring.
Ribbon embroidery is much used as
a trimming for the fancy separate
waist. Some dainty design often dec
orates the front of the blouse or out
lines the deep yoke. Shirred ribbon
if formed in artistic designs and pret
ty effects, are obtained by having the
ribbon the same color as the blouse,
only a tint lighter or darker. Silk
voile, Swiss embroidered mull, ombre
chiffon, lace and printed Brussels net.
as well as the new soft taffeta with a
messaline finish, are the materials
most used for the blouses which are
now being worn. A little later on the
lingerie blouse will outrival all oth
ers. It will be a mass of fine lace and
hand embroidery, and for its founda
tion the finest India lawn, organdie
and batiste will be used. Very many
of the blouses button up the back and
are made with a deep yoke and cuffs.
Dressy Frock of Simple Design.
Dresses worn by children to sfter
noon parties for outdoor play are
plain, just of white linen untrlmmed
or of madras made French fashion,
with the short full skirt; the sort of
frocks that can be cheerfully consign
ed to the washtub after one afternoon
of “real fun.” And many sainted
mo. ners let their children go to out
door afternoon “plays” in plain gala
tea or gingham frocks. For how can
a child be merry with a fear of a spot
shadowing the horizon, and where
withal shall she be comforted if there
is grass stain on her ribbons and laces
early in the games?
r_
Gold and silver appear in laces for
spring.
Braiding of all kinds is used ex
travagantly.
Stockings positively must match
the gown, says fashion.
The newest raincoats are very
smartly made of men’s suitings.
Strawberries appear on a few frocks
and they are generally hand-made.
Russian embroidery Is here for a
long stay, possibly the entire summer.
The trimming on the full skirt is
nearly always put on in running about
lines.
Hand-painted lace is going to be
worn by those who can afford perish
able things.
A new trimming is a braid which is
made of punched velvet with satin
ribbon run through the openings.
Large lace collars have a rival in
those made of passementerie, some
times worked over a foundation of
lace.
Earrings Worn Again.
The wearing of earrings is a custom
that should be adopted with caution
and the form of the earrings left very
much to the individual taste of the
wearer. They have never quite gone
out of fashion, and they certainly have
not quite come in. A tall woman can
wear longer styles than a short one,
and perhaps the increased height of
the English women will give an im
petus to the wearing of longer ear
rings.
Americans have a great predilection
for them. Parisians are fitful in their
appreciation. At present it is pearls
and diamonds that are most worn and
some women are wearing odd ones, a
white pearl in one ear and a pink one
in the other, or a white and a black
one. Pear-shaped pearls are well suit
ed to earrings. Studs of colored stones. !
quite minute^ are a favorite style of j
fashiouable earrings.
Wood alcohol rubbed on a polished
table stained or marred by a hot dish
will restore the finish if followed by
a polishing with linseed oil. The odor
of wood alcohol is not pleasing, but it
is cheaper than medicinal alcohol.
As starch is very apt to rot clothes
they should be wrashed, rough dried
without starch and pressed out
smootlily when they are laid away for
the winter.
To remove panes cf glass lay coft
soap over the putty which holds them
and after a few hours the putty, how
ever hard, w'ili become soft and easy
to scrape away.
Chocolate Wafers.
One cup brown sugar, one cup
granulated sugar, one cup butter, one
egg. one cup grated chocolate, one
teaspoonful vanilla; sifted flour to
make stiff. Roll thin. One may use
two-thirds cup good cocoa and a pinch
of soda instead of chocolate, but don’t
use soda or baking powder with the
chocolate.
The Spring Fashions.
In the spring fashions it is interest
ing to see the two varying types of
skirts which will be worn. There is
the trotteur skirt, one inch from the
ground and shorter, which is the ack
Violet crepe de chine, with lace
dyed to match. Bow and girdle of
deeper violet velvet. Hat of violet
spangles, with purple tips.
knowledged fashionable skirt for gen
eral every-day knock-about wear. And
then there is the soft, full, trailing
skirt for dress occasions, with its in
troduction of plaits and shirrs and
gathers. With the short skirt it is
imperative that the foot has an up-to
date appearance, and every girl who
wears the walking skirt knows this
and is acting accordingly. That's why
shoes are interesting her more than
ever before. The new Oxford tie is
made without a toneue this rpring.
It is ct kid or patent leather, with a
sensible, prettily shaped Cuban heel,
and ribbons are used instead of shoe
lacings. Some of these ties have but
four big eyelets—two on either side
of the shoe—and the ribbon used is
wide and ties in a big bow.—Woman’s
Home Companion.
Gown of Mixed Colors.
Gown of rough mixed stuff—red,
green and blue. The skirt is trimmed
on either side of the plain tablier with
stitched tabs of white cloth. The bod
ice is draped and crossed at the bot
tom, forming all the girdle there is.
The guimpe is of guipure, and over
this is a deep cape like shoulder col
lar, opening widely in front and fin
ished around the neck with a band of
the white cloth, forming straps in
front. The sleeves, very full at the
bottom, are drawn into wristbands of
the white cloth.
Decorating Skirts.
Skirts are no longer decorated with
patches of trimming in the way of
applications of lace or of passemen
terie, or with streamers of any sort.
The correct style is to place all the
decoration around the hem. Two
stitched folds of taffeta silk the exact
shade of the gown sewed on half an
inch apart make a pretty finish on
even the thinnest fabrics. For heav
ier cloths an unstitched band of velvet
seven or eight inches wide headed by
tucks of the cloth is a new French
idea for the bottom of skirts.
This Season’s Stocks.
The stocks are as interesting as the
waists themselves this season, for
they, too, display many new modes. A
stock of white silk had a big silver
buckle in front. And through this
buckle there was drawn wide ends of
scarlet taffeta, three inches wide,
hemmed upon each edge and the whole
abundantly stitched in red silk. These
ends were pulled through the buckle
in such a way as to look like a great
bow at the throat.
White Waists Made Dressy.
White waists are made very elegant
by the woman who will take a little
trouble to fix them up. One white
waist, after it came home from the
laundry, for it was a wash shirt waist,
was trimmed with buttons covered
with gray suede. They were very
large and were set in rows of two
down the front of the waist, down the
sleeve and arranged upon the yoke.
Then there was a wide suede belt and
a suede stock.
Styles that Demand Taste.
Some beautiful effects have been ar
rived at with shot taffetas, decorated
with floral patterns in silk and che
nille. Such trimmings, however, are
apt to look old fashioned unless they
be very cleverly manipulated. Still
they play a part in the fashions of to
day and to-morrow and therefore have
to be considered.
Royal blue peau de sole revers and
cuffs of emerald green panno velvet
and white lace. Blue panne velvet
hat, With green parrot.
