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SMARTER XIV.
The island of Grande Terre, off the
coast of Louisiana, runs parallel with
the mainland; and at its western end
is a secure harbor, reached by the
Great Pass of Barataria, whose water
is from nine to ten feet in depth.
Here, on Grande Terre, were sold
the captured cargoes and prizes; and
people from all parts of Louisiana
came hither to purchase them, with
no apparent attempt or desire to con
ceal the object of their mission.
Jean Lafitte was, with Pierre, sit
ting in the dining-room of his own
house, of which, however, the latter
was nominal master.
' And so Laro is dead, and the Barra
<le Hierro in English hands,” Pierre
was saying.
‘‘Tell me ot thy plans, and what is
to become of the lovely Senorita La
zalie.”
At this, Jean, putting aside his for
mer mood, sketched out clearly all his
intended operations, telling in detail
of his interview with Philip La Roche,
who with his widowed sister, Madame
Riefet, would take the Spanish
beauty into their charge.
it was now some two months since
the governor’s edict had been issued
against the introduction of African
slaves; and he had followed this by
an address “To all whom it might
concern in the territory,” stating that
it had come to his knowledge that
well-laid plans existed to defeat and
evade this edict by way of Barataria;
and, as Jean now learned from Pierre,
a rumor was afloat that the governor
contemplated setting a price upon the
head of Jean Lafitte, smuggler, slave
trader, and pirate.
“It is only a rumor as yet,” an
swered Pierre, with no sign of anxi
ety; “and, together with the stories
of bad feeling growing between these
states and England, it gives the people
a little of the excitement they ever
seem to crave.”
"Ah!"
It was a cry of joy; and two small
hands, white as her snowy draperies,
were held out to him.
"It Is my Captain Jean. And oh,
how glad I am to see you!”
“Are you?” was all he was able to
say in reply, as he took her hands,
and wondering to himself for being so
tongue-tied in the presence of this
mere child.
"Surely I am. So often have I
asked myself during this long summer
where you were and what doing. Oh,
Captain Jean, I am so very glad you
have come back. And now you will
stop in New Orleans?”
She spoke eagerly, fearlessly, as if
happy in showing her liking for him.
"I fear not, ma’m'selle. I am here
for a few hours only, on business, and
came to see your grandfather. You
speak of the summer being long.
Were you not happy, ma’m’selle?”
She moved uneasily, and her head
drooped; but she did not reply.
"Tell me, little Island Rose, were
you not happy?” he asked again, tak
ing her hand. "Remember that it was
I w’ho brought you here—I, who loved
and revered your mother. And I must
feel the deepest regret to have been
the means of bringing her child to un
happiness. Is not your grandpere
Kina 10 you t
“Oh, yes,” was her hasty reply.
“He has been—means to be, very
kind, I am sure. He has given me
many pretty things—clothes, and jew
els, and books—things of which I
never knew before in all my life.”
“Yet. little Rose, I feel that some
thing is troubling you,” Lafitte de
clared confidently. “I wish you would
tell me what it is; and perhaps I can
find the way to make you as happy
and contented as I want to feel you
are in this new home to which I
brought you.”
His voice, with its gentle insist
ence; the firm pressure of his hand
upon her small fingers—these im
“Will you promise to do this?”
“I wish there would be war declared
against Great Britain!” declared Jean,
with sudden animation, as he nodded
his acquiescence in Pierre's reason
ing. “She has been sneaking around
this country e>er since her whipping
here, trying, without appearing to try,
to obtain another hold upon it. She
never seems to really know when she
is well thrashed.”
It was now Pierre’s turn to nod.
“If war came,” continued Jean, his
eyes sparkling as if with satisfaction
at the idea, “do you know I think I
should go to the governor and offer
all I have for his assistance,”
"Ah?” said Pierre, with a slight
elevation ot his heavy eyebrows.
“Yes; for you and I, with our men,
could then fight like any respectable
citizens in defence of this country
against the English.”
“That might be,” was Pierre’s spec
ulative remark. But his tone changed
as he added, bending his eyes, filled
w ith a meaning look, upon Jean’s im
* passioned face, aglow with a new and
better- enthusiasm, “And England
hates Bonaparte.”
“Hates—yes; but fears, as well.
Oh, if I can but help lay low his most
hated enemy, I shall feel, in dying for
it, the greatest happiness I ever
knew.”
Pierre whistled softly, and reaching
for a flagon of wine, filled two glasses.
“Here. Jean," he said, lifting one of
them, “let us drink to the overthrow
of English power in any land wherein
we may abide, and long life and pros
perity to him you love.”
Twilight was coining when Jean La
fltte took his way to the house of
Count de Cazeneau.
Up the avenue of live oaks, upon
whose branches the gray moss draped
filaments looking ghostly in the twi
light, he passed to the pillared portico
of the count’s residence, and, as was
his privilege, entered its wide door
unannounced.
The low strumming of a guitar from
a near-by room drew his footsteps to
ward it, and he was soon standing on
its threshold.
No candles were lit, but a woman's ]
white drapery gleamed from the far
ther end, in an alcove-windowed re
cess looking out to the western sky,
where the evening sky was glittering
In the day’s gray ashes.
It was the Island Rose; and the
song was one her mother had taught
her—one Lafitte had heard the girl
sing during their journey from the
Choctaw country.
"Mademoiselle Rose,” he said,
speaking very softly, as the sweet
voice died away, breathing the final
words like a sigh from a breaking
heart
"Who is it—what do you wish?” she
Inquired timidly, and not a little
startled.
"It is I, mademoiselle. Do you not
remember me?”
| pelled her, after a brief hesitancy, to
say. speaking very softly, “There
seems to be some mystery about my
surroundings — something in my
grandpere’s life I cannot understand;
and this makes me uncomfortable.
And he has such strange associates.”
It was well for both the girl and the
man that the darkness hid the look
of the face when he heard these
words.
“On the island, where we spent the
summer, such rough, dreadful-looking
men came to see him, and then disap
peared suddenly. I never spoke with
them, for he bade me keep out of
their way; but they frightened me, for
they looked wicked and cruel, and
many of them were as dark-skinned
as our slaves. Some of them were
dressed so oddly, with red caps on
their heads, and rings in their ears.
I could not but wonder why he should
permit such men to enter his house,
and what could be their business
with him.”
"There are many strangers and
rough-looking men about New Orleans,
little Rose, and we are obliged to
come into contact with them in busi
ness matters,’’ said Lafltte. “I know
these of whom you speak, and I know
they would never harm you.” And he
patted reassuringly the hand she had
not offered to withdraw.
"But,” he added, "you had better
keep away from such men, as your
grandpere bade you; for you must be
lieve that he loves you, and knows
what is best for you. Remember, too,
that so long as I live you can rely
upon me to keep you safe from what
ever might harm you or make you un
happy.”
"Ah, that is pleasant for me to hear
and to know. Captain Jean,” she re
plied, with childish frankness, releas
ing her hand and laying it on his
arm. "But.” now with some anxiety,
"how can you ever be able to do much
for me. should I need you? It is long
since I have seen you. or known
where you were; and now you tell me
you are here but for a few hours, and
will then go away again, I know not
where.”
Although seemingly “ ’twixt smiles
and tears.” she spoke with an arch
naivete that affected Lafitte most curi
ously.
"You know Zeney, the one called a
witch, your grandpere’s slave!” he in
quired with apparent irrelevance.
“Yes, of course,” answered Roselle,
surprise showing in her voice. "She
is a dreadful-looking old woman, with
big black eyes. At first I was afraid
of her, but now I am not, for she knew
and loved my mother, and has talked
to me of her.”
“So? Well, that is quite as it
should be. And now, little Rose,”
again taking her hand, "remember al
ways what I say to you now; Should
you ever wish to tell me anything, or
need any service you think I can ren
der. all you need do is to tell Zeney,
and then allow three days to pass In
which to see me or hear from me.
Will you promise to do this?”
He bent toward her with an earnest
ness in his manner that caused her to
wonder at the time and afterwards.
“Yes, I promise, and I thank you,”
she answered softly, and left him.
A few moments later the Count de
Cazeneau entered the room and greet
ed Lafitte with a cordiality he accord
ed to few men; but the Island Rose
did not return.
(To be continued.)
WRITTEN BY MARSHAL BLUCHER
Interesting Letter From Great Soldier
to His Wife.
There has just been discovered in
the family archives of a landed pro
prietor in Mecklenburg a hitherto un
published letter written by the cele
brated Marshal Blucher to his wife
on the eve of the Battle of Waterloo.
The letter is couched in the unique
style and spelling peculiar to the old
soldier, which, however, are partly
lost in the following translation from
the German:
“Comprenne, June 17, 1815.
“Here I sit in the room in which
Mary Louisa spent her bridal night.
It is hard to imagine anything more
beautiful than Comprenne. What a
pity that I must part from here to
morrow, jecause within three days I
must be in Paris.
“It is possible, and most probable,
that Bonaparte will be handed over
to me and W’ellington. Do not think
I can do anything better than to have
him shot. This would be a service to
mankind. In Paris he is wholly de
serted; everybody hates and despises
him.
“I believe this will all be over in a
short while, and then I shall hasten
home. There are many pretty things
here, but I must not take anything
away. “BLUCHER.”
—Dundee Advertiser.
Hard on Foreigners in Mexico.
“Once while sojourning in the City
of Mexico I happened to call upon a
friend at one of the principal hotels of
that capital.’’ said Representative
Southard of Ohio.
“While in his room I noticed a very
fine revolver, and, making some com
ment upon it, he picked it up and be
gan to explain how, although it was of
single action, he could fire it as fast
as though it were double action. In
some way his hand struck the ham
mer, causing the weapon to explode
In a second my friend turned deathly
pale and became so agitated that he
could scarcely speak.
“Having noticed that the bullet
struck a rug and took a downward
course, I didn't see and cause for ex
citement, and, lifting up the rug,
showed him where the lead took
lodgement. He became calm pretty
soon, and then he explained his agita
tion. ‘Had that bullet gone into the
court,’ all the hotels down there open
into a court, ‘instead of the floor, and
had it struck any Mexican, my life
would not have been worth a ten-cent
piece. I have lived down here long
enough to know how swift is the pun
ishment meted out to foreigners, even
in case of accident, where a native is
injured. Indeed, had I been unfortu
nate enough to have caused the death
of one of them, it is quite probable
that you, as well as myself, would
have been executed. The fact that
you had nothing to do with the shoot
ing would have been of no avail, for
your presence here would have con
demned you.’ ”—Washington Post.
Misunderstood.
During the inauguration of Flavel
S. Luther, the new president of Trin
ity college, a student said:
“I want to tell you about a mishap
that befell Dr. Luther one morning
last month.
“He boarded one of our Hartford
street cars, rode a mile or so with
his eyes fixed on his newspaper, and,
close on the end of his journey, looked
up and spied one of his students
crumpled in a corner.
“The student was In a wretched
plight. His clothing was stained, his
linen soiled, his hair unbrushed. His
face was pallid, and his eyes were
bloodshot and dull. He looked ill; he
looked a wreck, and it was easy to
see what the trouble was.
“Dr. Luther, fresh and vigorous from
his bath and his good breakfast, rose
to get off. As he passed the unclean
student he said, grimly:
“ ‘Been on a drunk?’
“The student’s sleepy eyes rolled
languidly toward Dr. Luther, and in a
dull and listless voice, the young man
said:
“ ‘So have I.’ ”
A Difficult Position.
Rev. M. A. G. Himalaya, whose sun
machine has been one erf the features
of the St. Louis fair, was talking the
other day about the troubles of the
St Louis aeronauts.
“My friend,” he said of one of the
aeronauts, “was placed, as it were, on
the horns of a dilemma, for on one
side was the peculiar construction of
his balloon, and on the other sdde
were the peculiar rules of the com
mittee.
“My friend’s plight resembled,”
said Father Himalaya, “the plight of
a certain clergyman in Lisbon. This
clergyman, in the midst of a ser
mon, suddenly paused. He looked
about him thoughtfully. Then he said
in a strange voice:
“ ‘Now, my beloved brethren. I find
myself in a position of some difficulty;
for if I speak too low those at the
farther end of the,church will be un
able to hear me, and if too loud I
shall awake our honorable fellow
townsman, Don Alfonso Gonzales.’”
Three Balls and Out.
“So you refuse to give me the
money, eh?” said the profligate son.
“Yes,” replied the' stern parent.
“Not another cent of my hard-earned
coin for you.”
‘Then here goes." cried the youth as
he seized a silver-mounted pistol irom
hi* father’s desk.
"Unhappy boy!” exclaimed the old
man as he sank helplessly into a
chair, “what would you do—take your
life?”
“Not so you could notice it,” re
plied the wayward offspring as a die
bolical grin chased itself over his
beardless phis. “I’m merely going to
loan this lead pill dispenser to my
OLD CROSS OF LOUISBURG.
Interesting Relic Owned by Harvard
University.
In a closet in the library at Har
vard college is stored one of the few
existing relics of the campaign of Sir
William Pepperell and his New Eng
landers against the French stronghold
of Louisburg, in the year 1745.
This relic is an iron cross that is be
lieved to have adorned a church in
Louisburg. How it came into the pos
session of Harvard is not known at
this time, a3 no antiquarian has ever
taken the trouble, it appears, to estab
lish its history since it became a col
i lege possession.
About sixty years ago Mr. John L.
Sibley, then librarian at Harvard,
found the cross in a lot of discarded
articles stored in one of the smaller
buildings on the college grounds. It
was marked with a tag on which was
written the statement that the cross
was brought from Louisburg by one of
Pepperell's soldiers. Mr. Sibley at
tempted to trace the history of the
relic in order to discover under what
circumstances, and by whom, it was
presented to the college, but so far as
his successor knows, he made no
headway in his quest.
In 1841, shortly after its discovery
by Mr. Sibley, the cross was stored
in a small building that stood back of
the Charles river national bank, near
the college. The building was burned
in 1845, and the cross was found in
its ashes, undamaged except for slight
pitting caused by the heat.
Taken in hand by Mr. Justin Winsor,
then librarian, the cross was given
a heavy coat of gilding, such as it had
borne originally, and was fixed to the
east wall of Gore hall, in the library
building. Here it remained for many
years, until alterations made its re
moval from the wall necessary.
It was next stored in the cellar of
the library, remaining there until the
early 80s, when it was firmly fixed in
the stone peak of the gable over the
entrance to the library.
The cross is made of soft iron and
appears to have been the work of a
Louisburg blacksmith, the workman
ship being rougher than would have
been produced by the skilled iron
mongers of France.
The cross to-day weighs about ten
pounds. Its cross-piece is 21% inches
long, terminating in fleur-de-lis,
which are 4% inches wide by 6 inches
long. An ornament of similar propor
tions caps the upright, or standard,
the total length of which at present is
29 inches. Before broken off the cross
was about 40 inches long. Both cross
piece and standard are 1 inch wide
and % inch thick.
FOR LEGS OUT OF SHAPE. .
Pneumatic Rubber Forms Available
Now to Make Them Beautiful.
Pneumatic ruber leg forms are now
on sale. Advocates of these first aids
to the unshapely man contend that no
more violation of material propriety is
involved in their use than in the em
ployment of padding to correct droop
ing shoulders or in using braces to
remedy the effect of a stooped back.
The forms may be so inflated as to
round out unnatural bends. They can
be had from stock or made to indi
vidual measurements. They are light
in weight, comfortable and invisible,
being worn on the inner side of the
trousers leg, and they allow of easy
adjustment.
Tailors view this innovation approv
ingly, as it assists them in producing
proper results.
Jumping Egg.
A little patience and a lot of lung
power and you can perform the mar
velous trick of making an egg leap
from one wineglass into another with
out using your hands. Place a hard
boiled egg in a claret glass (as
shown) with a second wineglass close
alongside. Now blow sharply down in
the direction of the perpendicular ar
row, and you will see that egg vault
safely into the the other glass. A
china egg is lighter, better, and, if
your egg is not properly hard boiled,
cleaner!
Conditions a Century Ago.
A copy of the New Hampshire Ga
zette published at Portsmouth, N. H..
in September, 1810, informs us that
there were at that time 29,474 slaves
in the territory of New Orleans on
which a tax of $22,000 was paid. In
the election returns it shows that Lis
bon, then called Concord, had 145 vot
ers and was strongly republican.
Give Wild Creatures Liberty.
Because the state of Vermont re
moved the bounty from wildcats and
l.r>.T. Jesse Bentley, a trapper, living
at Sunderland, in that state, deliber
ately released three lynx which fell
into his traps.
NURSE OF JAMES G. BLAINE.
Colored Girl Who Watched Over Him
in Infancy, Stili Lives.
After living for 55 years in an old
house in Union town, Pa., which has
just been torn down to make way for
the march of progress, “Aunt Keziah”
Jackson, for years a nurse of James
G. Blaine, has gone to live with her
son, Charles Jackson.
She is now aged 83.
The childhood home of “Aunt Ke
ziah” was at Brownsville, about twelve
miles from Uniontown. The Browns
were among the most highly respected
colored people of that section, and
Keziah Brown, in her youth, was al
most constantly at the home of
Ephraim L. Blaine, father of the fu
ture “plumed knight” of American
politics.
At the time of the birth of James
G. Blaine. Jan. 31, 1830, Keziah Brown
TkZmt
JKezimfr"
was a girl of eight years, and from the
time that the future statesman was
five months old until he was two years
of age, the little colored girl looked
after him almost constantly.
When young James was old enough
to go to school he was led there by
the little colored girl, and “Aunt Kezi
ah” now frequently says with pride:
“Jim Blaine, even when he was a lit
tle boy, was the smartest one in the
school, and his father used to say,
‘He is the smartest boy I have and he
will live to be a senator or congress
man.’ ”
Another incident concerning the
Blaine family which is related by
“Aunt Keziah’’ is that when Gen. An
drew Jackson passed over the old na
tional pike through West Brownsville
in 1833 on his way to Washington to
be inaugurated a second time as presi
dent, she was then a girl of eleven
years, and with other children went
out to see the president pass, and the
children shouted, “Hurrah for Jack
son,’ and James G. Blaine’s father,
who was a stanch Whig, reprimanded
them for thus greeting a Democrat.
KILLED DEER WITH FIST.
Cook Had Little Trouble to Secure
Game in Honduras.
“A few weeks ago. just before I left
for Denver, we had venison for dinner
which our cook killed with his fist
Game is so plentiful that all one has
to do is to stand on his back porch and
use a revolver to obtain almost any
thing in the way of meat that one
could wish for.”
H. W. Lang, vice president of the
Denver-Honduras Banana company,
was telling of the attractions of his
Honduras home.
“The manner in which our cook ob
tained the venison was this,” contin
ued Mr. Lang. “We had been having
high water in the Ulua river, which
flows through our plantation, and one
morning our cook noticed a herd of
half a dozen deer swimming across it.
He jumped in a canoe, and killed one
with a blow of his list. However, deer
are not the only game which we have
a chance to try a shot at.
“Leopards, alligators, beautiful trop
ical birds of every description, snakes
of wonderful hues, are all numerous.
Wild ducks can be secured in plenty—
a few hours’ shooting brought me fif
ty the other day, and parrots, which
make excellent eating, having much
the flavor of squabs, are also plenti
ful.’,jt-Denver Post.
Mounted Coffee Cups.
Silver mounted coffee cups on the
order of those in which certain confec
tionery shops serve hot chocolate or
coffee are utilized these days for the
dining table. They add a decorative
note, particularly if Coalport, as in
the illustration, or some other fine
porcelain, be the ware selected. A
cup and saucer complete the set and
spoons to match the silver mount are
added, when it is desired to have
everything in accord.
Salmon Dammed Stream.
A heavy fall of snow in Scotland a
few weeks ago caused the River Tay
to rise suddenly. One of the big
dams in the stream overflowed with
the result that the salmon lying in the
numerous pools at once made a rush
to get higher up the stream. A work
man. engaged in carting stones from
the bed of the river, was astonished at
the moving mass of salmon passing.
So phenomenal was the shoal that the
carter deemed it wise to stop his
charge in the middle of the ford to
allow the flsh to pass. The salmon
swam like lightning through the
wheels of the cart and around the
horse’s legs. In the space of a tew
minutes several hundreds passed this
particular point.
Hat Sword of David Garrick.
White Whittlesey of Danbury, Conn.,
has been presented a sword, worn up
on the stage by David Garrick. The
handle is ornamented with jewels and
the blade bears evidence of many spin
ited fencing encounters.
Nature's Wise Prevision.
The boaes of- flying birds are hol
low and fl'led with air, thus combin
ing the greatest strength with the
least weight
ONE YEAST CAKE IN TOWN.
Sag Harbor Grocer Had It and His
Store Was a Storm Center.
There was but one yeast cake in
this village on Tuesday evening, says
a dispatch from Sag Harbor. I>. I., and
it was viewed almost as a priceless
thing. So great was the demand for
it that the store having it in stock
was the storm center of a crowd of
men and boys, sent out by wives and
mothers with instructions to buy a
yeast cake, “and don't you come back
without it.”
When it was learned that this par
ticular store had just one cake, the
crowd made a rush for it. A small
boy who was second in the race dived
under the outstretched arm of an ex
cited man, who reached out to open
the door, and hurling himself into the
store, gasped out: “ Gimme a yeast
cake quick; mall lick me if I don’t
bring one home.”
The grocer knew he could charge al
most and old price for his valuable pos
session, but he had been a boy once
and recalled how it felt to be tanned
with the parental slipper wielded by
a vexed mother, and gave the boy the
precious yeast cake in return for the
usual 2 cents. The boy departed for
home at top speed, and the grocer did
his best to mollify the disgruntled
crowd who swarmed into his Btore af
ter the yeast cake that was no longer
there.
There was a run on the bakeries for
bread and rolls for the next morning's
breakfast, and in many homes "riz bis
cuits” and flapjacks were substituted
for bread.
Ship Elevators.
etwin liners are oegmnmg to in
stall elevators connecting with theii
numerous decks for the convenience
of passengers.
Monocles for Women the Fad.
No longer is the lorgnette the badge
01 the New York grande dame. The
newest fad in this direction Is thf
monocle for women. Of course, the
woman of fashion could not risk hei
“make-up” by sticking the glass ir
her eye. Instead, she has the len?
set in gold and holds it to her eye
Mrs. Oliver H. P. Belmont invariably
uses a monocle at the opera, and hers
is set in a gold filigree frame. Poising
the single glass, she surveys the othe.
women in the parterre. Mrs. J. Fret
Tams, famed as the mother of the
beautiful Violet Cruger, also uses he
monocle on all occasions. The glas:
dangles from a chain set with pearls
Few of the younger women havt
taken up the monocle, because it im
plies imparied eyesight. There is Mrs
Astor, for instance, who never use?
any optical aid in public except he'
opera glasses.
Joy Dethroned Reason.
Hugging to her breast a big stort
doll that breathes artificially. "Queer
Esther” of the East Side crooned ant
sang as she sat in the psychopaths
ward of Bellevue hospital.
The doctors say that the girl i!
hopelessly insane—her reason de
throned by the sudden joy of her life
as “saleslady” at the doll counter of a
great New York department store.
Esther Bloomstein is her full name
Her life was that of suffering and sor
row in the gloom that hangs like a pal
over the tenement house district Sh«
never had a “dolly” of her own; sh<
never had any childhood.
She secured a holiday position ir
a store. The sudden joy at the transi
tion overcame her.—New York Ex
change.
Steeplechasing on an Ox.
Attempts are being made in Francr
to train oxen for saddle riding, ant
several races have been organized tc
test their capacity. They have beer
trained not only as racers on “thf
flat,” but also as successful jumpers
The above illustration is from a photo
graph of a well known French sports
man riding his ox at a leap-off. The
bride and saddle used are similar in
general design to those used for hunt
ers, with the exception that a very
powerful bit is employed. As in their
excitement the animals are disposed
to lose their temper, the precaution is
taken of studding the points of their
horns.
Prolific Wyandotte Hens.
E. O. Sterling of Keene, N. H., re
ports that he received during the year
ending Dec. 5 a total of 1.692 eggs
from a pen of twelve white Wyandotte
hens. This is an average of 141 eggs
to a hen.
Town Hall Sold for Debt.
The town hall of Oldtown, Me, was
recently sold on execution tc satisfy a
ludgment of S350 against the town.
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HERE’S THE NEW WALK.
Coming With the New Year—Is at
Least Striking.
A new walk is coming in with the
new year. It is already here, but it
will take until the dawn of 1905 to
become perfect in it. It is different
from any other walk that was ever
seen, though in certain ways it resem
bles the Grecian bend, which was the
ambition of our mothers and grand
mothers in 1870.
The new walk requires these
things:
Wide shoulders and a little waist
High-heeled shoes with wide $oles.
Big hips and flat back.
A certain carriage which is known
as the military carriage. *. •
The girl who is getting the 1905
walk would do well to visit sotne near
by military station and study the sol
diers. If she can get a West Point
cadet to teach her so much the better.
The new walk will be the military
walk with certain Improvements and
changes.
To get ready to walk stand erect
and throw back the shoulders. Now
expand the chest. Now square the el
bows, holding them down to i youi
sides, not out. Now draw in the ab
domen, lift the feet high, and walk.
The first time you tfy this you will
feel like a trussed chicken. The sec
ond time it will not be quite so bad
After a while you will get the hang of
it just as you get the hang of the bi
cycle, and you will be able to work it
all right.—Washington Times. .
PALM LEAF HAT TRUST.
Exporters Form Combination—Prices
Will Ascend.
Palm leaf hat exporters, who have
for years past engaged in almost daily
commercial strife while purchasing
hats from the rural makers, have
formed a combination, with the resfilt
that one price now prevails for the
different grades instead of several as
heretofore, reports Consul Birch of
Malaga. Spain. The export of these
hats to New York, which is their only
market, numbers between 3.000,000
and 4.000,000 a year. They are made
from the narrow leaf of the palm
grown in the adjacent country dis
tricts, where thousands of families,
from grandfather to children not jet
in their teens, are from January to
December engaged in working the leal
into shape. These people compose, by
the way, probably the most Indus
trious end prosperous working class
of southern Spain. They bring the
hats and Malaga on the backs oi
mules and dispose of their wares to
local merchants.
Prior to the formation of the “trust”
hats were sold to the highest bidder,
but under the present arrangement
one house buys all of them at a fixed
price and divides with other dealers
The combination pertains, however,
only to the purchase of the hats, each
merchant offering them to New York
buyers at his own figure.
“God Reigns and All la Well.*'
“God's in his heaven—all's right with
the world.”
—Robert Browning.
No sparrow falls, no flower lives its day
Without His loving care that guards al
way.
Who shall His wonders tell?
God reigns and all is well!
The stream of living water ever flows.
The wilderness shall blossom as the rose.
Love conquers death and helL
God reigns and all is well!
His love accepts His children’s sacrifice.
To blend with angel-tones our praises
rise.
Our songs of triumph swell
God reigns and all is well!
None asks in vain for help to bear the
cross.
The poverty of life, the pain and loss.
The solemn passing-bell.
Of youthful hopes, their knell
Rings in our hearts; yet love and mercy
sweet
In benediction make our lives complete.
God reigns and all is well!
—Martha A. Kidder.
Lillian's Thoughtfulness.
It is not absolutely certain that
Lillian Russell expects her audience
to join in singing the choruses of .her
songs when she returns as a star in
“Lady Teazle,” but it is positive that
she wants them to understand what
she is singing about. For she has.an
nounced that she will have all the
lyrics printed in pamphlet form and
distributed nightly to the audience.
Miss Russell explains that she wants
her auditors to be as familiar with.the
lyrics when they leave the theater as
they are with the airs. The pamph
let will contain an introduction by
John Kendrick Bangs, who, together
with Robert Penfleld, is responsible for
the book of “Lady Teazle.”
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Straw in Egyptian Brick.
The ancient Egyptians had a proc
ess for making bricks which rendered
them very hard yet easy to work. An
American engineer, Mr. Acheson,
thinks he has discovered their secret,
says the London Globe. The Egyp
tians used straw, and by boiling straw
In water and mixing clay with it he
found that it gave hard, shapely bricks
that did not crack nor deform in bak
ing. Analysis proved the effect -due
to tannin dissolved in water. Further
experiments showed that from % to 1
per cent of the tannin of commerce
added to the resistance of the hrick.
The process also economizes water,
and such bricks dried in the sun are
even more solid than those of the kiln.
Toothpicks Too Expensive.
A commercial traveler who has Just
returned from a trip to the eastern
states tells of a hotel In a small town
of Massachusetts where he usually
“puts up” and which at his preceding
visit had just been taken by a retired
sea captain, who desired to “do- things
up to the knocker.” Among other im
provements the bagman then noticed
was the presence of heat quill tooth
picks on the dining tables. This time
he found none of these adjuncts erf
modern civilization at all. Inquiring
of the host why he had ceased this at
tention to his patrons, he was startled
by the reply:
“I had to quit. It cost too much.
They forgot to put them back after
using them!”
Piutes Run Town.
Recently the Southern Pacific com
pany cut Wadsworth, Nev., off its main
tine, and since then the residents hare
been abandoning the town, the Piute
Indians taking possession. Now they
are threatening to burn the place un
less the remaining white residents
furnish them with fooa and moner