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AUBURN, T S NEBRASKA.
' 2vifJP LIGHTS OF HOME.
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In ninny n vIllnRC window burn
The evonlnir lniiint-:
Thoy flhliw amid tho down nml damns.
Those lljjhtfl of home I
Afar the wandorcr bcos Ihcm glow,
Now nlifht is nenrf "
Thoy wild his nutli with radiance clear,
SwcotllKbtaof homo.
Yo lodo-stnrs that forever dm w
Tho weary henrt,
In slrnnffor lands or crowded mart:
01 lights of home.
When my brief dny of llfo is o'or,
Then may 1 soo
Sh'no from tho Heavenly houso for mo
Dear lights of home.
U. L. Kino, in Detroit lYic PrCts.
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Copyrighted.'
VIOLA
on
Thrice Lost in a Struggle for a Name,
BY MItS. It. B. EPSON.
CHAPTER Vm.lcp.N-riNUED.
But Stella Blako! Like tho M0rdee.1l
of old who sat at tho King's .gate se
embittered all His happiness. Not that
tho girl opposed him, or was ritdo, or
forward, or interfered in anything out
of tho lino of her general duties; only
and this meant a good deal only sho
went to Mr. Montford for instructions,
and deferred to him in everything,
which, seeing that ho was master of tho
houso wasn't certainly anything so vory
deserving ot blame to an ordinary ob
server. But Mr. Do Vrios wasn't an or
dinary observer, by any means thoro
was nothing ordinary about him you
t'olt that instinctively when ho looked at
you with those strange, opal oyes, which,
beautiful and smiling as thoy" were, had
a cruol, treaehoroii8 gleam in them,
which secmod to bono tho pleasant
voice antt uio smiling lips.
Ordinarily Mr. DeVries had no more
difficulty in .seeing through moii and
womon than ho had through a bit of
glass. Some were so very transparent
that he felt a little sentiment of dis
gust toward them; but Stella Blako
went to tho opposito oxtremo; sho dis
gusted him, bocauso sho was .co very
opaque
lie couldn't see as much as a
hair's breadth past tho inscrutable face
and defiant oyes. Very naturally ho
didn't like it, and vory naturally the de
sire to penetrate beyond tho protty
mask became the absorbing wish of his
heart. Ho didn't understand her ho
didn't know what to make of hor but
one thing was certain: it would do 110
harm to Keen an eyo on her, and this
lie fully resolved to do.
Mr. DoVries, whenever it suited his
pleasure, or purpose, made lovo to Al
tliea Montford. Ho had dona tins more
or loss ever since sho was sixteen. Ho
knew that sho would never mnrry any
other man while ho continued to do it,
and though ho didn't particularly care
to marry hor at least, unless circum
stances made it for his interest it was
rather gratifying to his vanity to know
that ho could twist this proud girl round
his finger, and keep ner single, by now
and then a look, a touch of the hand,
and a fow tender words. It would servo
his interest to havo Althca's co-operation
and sympathy, for, if Miss Blako
obtained too much influonco over Mr.
Montford, sho could get her out of tho
liouso in somo way. In pursuance of
this idea ho sauntered into tho parlor
whore Altkca was practicing somo new
music. Coming up behind Iter ho
reached oyer and pushed it away with
ono 6weep of his white, firm hand.
"Pardon me, Allie,". his voice was
low and thrilling, as he leaned over till
Ids breath touched her chock "but it
is so seldom that I find you alono that
I am going to be very presumptuous,
and ask a favor, namely: That you foro-
rn tho nlfifwnrn nf nrnntieinf for ail
hour, and devoto it to me. And, first,
I want you to sing my old favorite,
Annie Laurie,' and let me sing it
with you. What do you say, ma
belief looking down into hor oycBi
with ono of those sweet, tremulous'
smiles, whicli made his face so fascinat
ingP' For answer sho ran hor lingers over
tho keys, striking out tho tunc.
"No!" putting his hand over and
stopping it. "I only want to hear your
voice. What do I care for that insensate
thingP Anybody can play Annie Lau
rie,' but I never caro to hoar them. I
only caro to hear you sing it." Ah, how
low and tender and thrilling his voico
was.
Need I 6ay the song was sung? Need
I sav that a brighter color camo Into
Althea Montford's cheeks, and that tho
pale blue eyes grew roft and starry,
and almost beautiful, when his intense,
thrilling voice gavo foico and mean
ing to tho pathetic sweetness of tho
words P
"Thoro, don't over ask mo to listen
when any of your frionds sing that!" ho
said, drawing a long broath. "I want
to kcop this song sacred to you, and this
memory, Allie.'"
A stop went through tho hall alight,
tripping step, and grew familiar as it
ascended tho stairs.
" Our now friend?" ho half asked, half
asserted.
"Yes, I think so," sho said, rousing
herself. Evidently sho was more thor
oughly stooped in tho dolicious tranco
wluoh tho song had inspired than her
companion, and was not so alert for
outside sounds.
" Miss Blako is very protty," ho said,
quiotly.
"I thought you liked fair women,
and Stella is as dark as n mulatto, al
most," sho replied, sharply.
" do llko fait1 women at least I
liko otic," a tendor smile lighting up his
face; but, nevertheless, Miss Stella t.t
very attractive, and it would bo well for
us to kcop it in mind."
There was a meaning' in his look and
words that startled her."
"Yon do not you cannot mcan that
He that my father"
"Might bo fascinated?" ho inter
rupted, smiling oddly. " I think that it
certainly looks liko it, my dear Althea,
though, of eourso I may bo mistaken 1
hope lam."
" But ho is so old."
"Just ton years oldor than I. I sup
pose seem so old to you, Allio; I am
twelve years oldor than you is that a
bar botwecn ?"
" 0, nol" sho cried, quickly, coloring.
"But ho is so different from you."
"Yes, I know; ho is rich, and I am
poor."
"You know I did not mean that,
Alfred! You know I novor think about
your clrcumstancos,' sho cried, hastily.
Ho know that it was true; ho know
that Althea Montford would marry him
to-morrow (if lie should ask hor, which,
as I said before, ho wasn't quite pre
pared to do, under existing circum
stances), and novor think oF it as a
sacrifice, oven if ho had not a dollar in
the world.
"I know you do not, my darling,"
ho replied, looking down into her oyes
again with that sweet, tremulous sn'iilo
lighting hfs dark face. "But all women
aro not so unselfish. Your father is
but forty-eight not an old man, by any
moans not too old to bo fascinated by
a handsome face, if, indeed, any man
ever is."
" But sho sho could not caro tor him.
Why, sho is a moro child!"
"Althqa, did you never hoar of a poor
young woman's marrying a rich old
man?' ho asked, laugliing; "because if
you never did, you arc tho only one in tho
world who has not. And did you sup
pose thoy always cared for tiio old fol
lows? Not they!"
"But 1 really do not bcliovo papa
thinks of marrying again. Ho has
novor seemed to think ot It, and mam
ma lias been dead more than fourteen
years."
"7 do not think ho has an idea of
marrying at present. But you can see
as well as I that ho is pleased and
Hattered by this girl's attention and
deference. I only mentioned this at all
to put you on your guard. Thoro is no
ono in tho house upon whoso judgment
I can rely, savo you; and anyway it is
very natural that I should come to you,"
smiling that peculiar smile again which'
always broughttho color to Althea Mont
ford's face.
"You can always rely on mo indeed
trust in and depond almost wholly on
you. As far as Lannio is concerned I
get no sympathy. She has tltc strangest
taculty lor seeing virtue, as she cans it,
m everybody, olio will not believe in
anything else, and ono might as well
talk to a stono as to try to convince hor
against her will."
"And Victor is under tho spell, too!
Really," he laughed, "I am astonished
that 1 am not smitten. But a fort that
is occupied is not easily taken. I can
account for it in no other way."
"Victor! You do not moan that he
notices her, particularly? Why, we all
know he lias been in Jove with Blancho
Arnold these five years I think ho
wasn't quite sixteen whon ho first began
to blush and act awkwardly in hor pres
ence." "Blancho is to marry hor cousin, 1
understand, tho valiant young mariner
tho Captain-elect of tho 'Silver Star,' "
and he laughed a light, mocking laugh.
"1 do not believe it," sho oried,
haughtily. "1 do not boliovo a girl with
Blanche Arnold's prido would marry a
Yankeo sea Captain in preference to bur
Victor."
"Softly! You forgot the fellow is her
own cousin," ho interrupted; "and bo
sides, you know what you said a little
while ago. Perhaps she is foolish
enough to bo unselfish, as well as somo
ono else."
Tho proud face softened, and sho
made no further renionstranco against
Blanche's conduct.
Possibly Alfred DoVries had some
cause for his suspicion of Stella Blako.
No other servant nnd over taken special
pains to please and conciliate Mr. Mont
ford. No other sorvaut had ever sat in
the library alone with him of an even
ing, and played chess and dominoes till
ton o'clock. But Miss Blako did both.
Mr. Montford was not particularly fond
of society. Ho knew that ho did not al
ways make a good appearance that is,
an elegant and refined appearance. His
positipn seemed too, much for him it
was greater than lie. So ho gradually
withdrew himself, and charitable people
called it "English reserve, and somo
not so charitable said thoro was "some
thinglacking in his make up." Por
liapsPbolh wore right. But let no one
fancy Gilbert Montford an Imbecile, or
foolish, or less bright than a good many
whom they may happen to know, and
who pass current as vory passable sort
of people, not uncomfortably ladon with
brains, perhaps, but vory passable Ono
thing was always noticeable about Mr.
Montford: A sort of unconscious sorvii
ity, as if tho position he bore and the
garments lie woro had been made for
somo ono else, and had fallen to him by
lot neither seemed to fit him exactly.
You havo scon such people, perhaps,
whoso placo in the world seemed more
an accident than a design, and wondered
why s,uch and such an one, who would
fill tho placo admirably, had not been
born to it. Thoro aro so many things
in tho world wo cannot understand,
you know.
There was, in (ho oast wing of Mont
ford House, a small, ofllco-lTko room,
whicli communicated with tho library
In tho main building by a long, narrow,
dark passage. Tho room was usually
kept clean, for thero were kept tho
Montford family records for generations
back: tho deeds and titles of estates
which had boon handed down and pro
served with religious caro for nearly
two centuries. Then there woro later
papers certificates of railroad stock,
mortgages on real estate, etc., etc. Tho
room was plainly furnished. A crcou
and black "hocking" covcrou tho
lloor, and a round mahoganj- tablo in
tho center of tho room with two Joathor
covercd "olllco-chalrs" boXoro it, and
a heavy mahogany writlug-dosk, and a
cabinet of the same material and make,
constituted tho movable furniture.
Thoro woro shelves across ono oornor
on which was piled old, yellow news
papers, croasod and dusty; and sovoral
dogs-eared volumes of old books which
had been stored thoro evidently to got
thorn, out of tho way, as thoy certainly
contrasted rather unpleasantly with tho
elegantly-bound volumes in "full Tur
key " whicli graced tho library bIioIvcs.
Now, thero was certainly nothing ono
would naturally consider attractive to a
young girl in this musty lHtlo store
room, or "office-room," as it was
callod. Thoro woro no pictures, no
odd or curious relics, or bits of antiquo
workmanship, no books among tho
dogs-oared volumes of advonturo or
romance; nothing, in short, in tho placo
that a girl of Stella Blake's ago and evi
dent tastes would bo likely to look at.
But ono evening, , while tho family
woro at tea, in tho dull, wavering liifht
of a grey November twilight, Stella
Blako crept carefully up stairs to tho
library, through tho long, dark passage,
to'tiio "office-room" door, and, taking
a key from hor dross, fitted it into tho
lock, and turned it with a quick, reso
lute hand. Opposito the door woro two
windows set but little moro than a foot
apart, and at tho right of them a door
that opened into a narrow hall which
ran the length of tho east wing, from
which opened two or tlireo small bed
rooms, and two store-rooms for bedding
and unseasonable clothing, blio stopped
softly across tho lloor and tried this
door; it was locked, widen seemed to
satisfy her. Tho curtains woro bufl
linen; she drew them up to the ceiling,
and then kneeling before tho cabinet,
which stood at the left of tho windows,
and opposito tho wing door, she drew
out ono after another, of the yellow,
time-stained papers, and holding thetn
to tho light, devoured them eagerly with
hor oyes.
Wliat marvolous oyes thoy woro as
thoy gloaincd through tho fading light!
Miss Montford was certainly not far out
of tho way whon sho called thorn "un
canny." Indeed, thoro was rather a
supernatural look about tho entire face
as it turned itself to the light, loaning
over sometimes in a sort of feverish
eagerness till the warm breath on tho
glass dimmed tho already dim light, but
never once looking up, or down, or
away anywhere, in short, but straight
at the old, old papers! A fierce, fiery
red burned in the cheeks, and tho lips
woro firm and compressed, and tho
scarlet shawl folded'ovor tho bosom roso
and fell in short, sharp undulations.
Suddenly a door opened and shut, and
then a slow, careless step camo up the
stairs. With tiio Bpeod of lightning she
thrust tho papors back into tho cabinet,
sprang aoross the lloor, and out into tho
library passage just as tho oast door
opened, and Alfred DoVries camo into
tho (lusky little "offico-rooni." Mr.
DoVries looked suspiciously at the
drawn-up curtains; then ho wont across
tho floor and tried tho otlior door very
much as sho had done that, and looking
equally satisfied at finding it fast.
" Thero is no knowing what she
mitrlit tako a fancy to do, and it's
well
enough to be on tho safe side," lie said,
under his breath, as ho took a little
bunch of koys from a drawer in tho
desk, and quietly proceeded to lock the
writing desk, tho cabinet and tho two
small drawers in the table.
This done, ho drew down tho cur
tains, locked tho door on the inside, and
taking tho key, inserted it in the lock of
the otlior door, turned it, went out,
locked it after him, and went down tho
passage to the library.
In the meantime Stella Blako had pre
ceded him, and when he opened tho
library door sho looked up at him with
an indifferent glance from her seat by
tho window.
"Are you a book-worm, Miss Stella,"
he said, lightly, "that you haunt tho
library so? It would be rather pleasant
to be a book in that case, to be devoured
by such pretty lips."
He said this coming towards her all
tho time, and just aslio stopped speak
ing, stopped also directly in front ol her,
looking down at tho slight, graceful fig
ure, the pure oval of tho outlined face,
and tho heavy coils of jetty hair encir
cling her head like a crown.
" l never read some books; I do not
think Mr. DeVries would bo in tho
slightest danger," sho
said, coolly, ris-
ing to go out.
"But supposo ho courted the danger
what then?"
Sho was going past him; ho put out
his arm and caught her round tho waist.
Thoro was a ringing box on his ears,
which half .stunned him.
"How darcyou, sir!" she cried, stamp
ing her foot; "how dare you insult 1110
iifthis way, Mr. DoVries';"'
Evon through tho dusk and gloom ho
saw the stormy glitter of her oyes, and
tho angry red surging in hor face. How
royal shy was in her wrath! IIow dif
ferent from Althea -Montford. Tor an
Instant tho thought of wooing this little
tempest of bringing all tho fascina
tions of which ho could boast to bear
upon tho fiery, passionate young heart,
Hashed through his brain alluringly.
But another instant of rofloctlon
sliowed Its folly and Impossibility. It
would not lio vory plea.sant living in
tho houso with Althea. should ho at
tempt such tv thing, oven if ho was sure
that ho could keep his present position
with Mr. Montford. But latterly Vic
tor had shown symptoms of restless
ness. Once ho had said that when he
attained his majority, in Docombur, ho
wished to bo made acquainted with all
1 ho details of his father's affairs, so as
to prepare himself to tako chargo of
them at no distant day. i to was a lit
tlo afraid of the straight-forward, open
hearted, fearless young fellow. Ho
could not hold him as ho liold his father,
by fear and a superior will. Thero
would bo but ono courso left for him if
the boy insisted on taking his work out
of his hands, and that was to marry
Althea. All these considerations ran
through his mind with Hghtnlng-llko
rapidity. No; as much as his inclina
tions leaned towards it, lie know it
would not bo safe to lndulgo In tho lux
ury of winning this fiery lUtlo sphinx.
So ho bowed vory humbly, and said, in
a regretful tone," that ho "could novor
forgive himself for his import inonee,
and ho would try to control himself in
tho future, even if the temptation was
so much greater than his strength."
Stella escaped to her room, wltito and
trembling, and falling on hor knees,
lifted a pale, emotional face to Heaven
in a low, solemn-faced vowj but there
woro no tears in tho uplifted eyes, nor
no softness about tho beautiful lips.
rilAPTKR IX.
A week moro went by, a woek of
comparative quiet. The " olllco-rooni"
was kept locked all tho tlmo now, and
Mr. Montford had lost tho key whicli
ho had to it. Thoro had always been
two koys, ono for himself and ono for
his private socrotary. But sinco tho
evening montionod in the last chapter
it wjis not to be found. Mr. Montford
distinctly remembered having loft it in
his dressing-gown pookot when ho wont
down to supper. He had not thought
of it. again until some time tho next day,
and then it was not to bo found.
"What object, could any of us have
for taking tho key to th'at musty old
place?" Victor asked, as his fat her fret
ted and stormed over it, anil declared
somo one had stolon the missing article.
"Sure enough what obieetP" Do
Vrios responded, in a careless tone,
just lifting his oyes to Stella Blako's
face, and dropping them again hastily,
as if tho glance had boon involuntary,
and lie was sorry lor it.
It had the result of fixing every otlior
pair of oyes in the room on hori as ho
possibly might havo intended, for ho
still watched hor from under his low
ered lids, nnd saw as distinctly as tho
others the vivid red flame In hor cheeks.
"Alfred, Miss Montford said, touch
ing his arm as ho was going out, " wait
11 moment, I want to speak with you."
Thero was no one but rnnnlo left in tho
room beside them, and so
at once.
Althca begau
" I want you to speak to papa about
this girl. 1 am as sure she took tliatkoy
as if I saw her do it, and I, for one, do
not feel safe to have such a person in
tho liouso."
"Why, Althea," interposed Fannie,
" what havo wo to fear, oven if sho has
taken tho key? We've no skeleton
locked up thero that I'm aware of. I
always .thought it a piece of careful
folly'locking tho doors- at all. What is
thoro among those old family records
that is private?"
DeVries looked up stealthily. 'There
was a look on Althca's face which
startled him. Was it possible that who
knew or suspected nnythingP But
Fannie, at least, did not. Sho only
looked faintly surprised, and perhaps
just a little annoyed.
"Miss Fannie forgets that all hor
fat tier's valuable papers are there, its
well as the 'old records' she mentions,"
ho said, politely.
"But what object could she have in
holding the key to them" Even if she
purloined them sho could not negotiate
them; what use would thoy hot1' she
persisted.
" If you wish strangers to lay their
vnndaf hands on our ancestral rolics and
ancient records, do not," Althea said,
firmly; "and you will do 1110 a favor not
to intcrpouo your ridiculous charity in
tho matters at all. Mr. DoVries, I
think perhaps this would be a good
time to speak to papa. I think his
mighty faith was shaken a little by that
gunty rod that dyod her face. I will
leave it to you to manage."
"Thank vou for your confidence, but
it is not a pleasant task, whatever 111
I
own convictions may lis as to its a
visability. However, I will do tho best
1 can," and taking his hat from tho
table ho wont out, looking a little re
gretful, as if Ills tendor heart was
plcadiii" against his stern sense of duty
to tho Interests of his friends. But
once outside a sudden change flashed
over his face. A faint, exultant smile
llickored and died on his lips, and a
curious yellow gleam liamod in his eyes.
Mr. Montford was in his smoking
room when tho door opened and his
private secretary sauntered carelessly
111, giving a little start of surprise at
finding him there, as much, in fact, as if
lie had not watched for half an hour to
see him go in there.
"I'm rather glad I havo stumbled
upon you, Montford," ho said, taking
out liis cigar case. "There's a little
matter 1 thought perhaps it was my duty
to mention to you, as tho lad's father.
1 don't suppose you have noticed it?"
"Noticed what? I wish, DoVries,
when you talk to 1110 you would conde
scend 'to say what yon mean," ho an
swered, impatiently. "Thoro is noth
ing to bo made out of mo by putting on
airs, and I don't see why you should do
it."
I TO in: CONT1NUUP.
.
A man at (1 recti Covo Springs, Fla,,
takes his soup with a horn spoon that
was mado over lfiO yours ago. This must
botho original "great horn spoon" by
which General Israel Putnam usod to
swear. A'. Y. Graphic.
KKIiHUOUS AND EDUCATIONAL.
The contributions of monoy to th
work of tho Presbyterian Church
(North) during tho last year amounted
to tho sum of $1G for each mombor.
The Interior.
Tho London Guardian (ohuroh pa-
for) says that In somo cases canons of
'athcdrals whoso salary was $4,000 a
jrear aro now ouly getting $2,000, in
consoquonco of tho doorcase in tho valuo
f land.
Moro than ten percent of tho school
children of Pittsburgh nro atlllctod with
myopia, or noar-slghtedness. 1 Faultily
constructed school buildings, lino print
in text nooks, pale ink, greasy slates
and poor blackboards aro somo of tho
causes. In other cities tho porcontaga
is equally great. lHUsburgh I'ost.
A dispatch has boon recelvod from
Alexandria, Egypt, by the United Pres
byterian Board of Foreign Missions, an
nouncing that, it is now safo to havo all
tiio missionaries return to their mission
work in Kgypt. A telegram haH accord
ingly boon sent to thoso in England to
return nt onco. Tho Advance
Waldo Messaros is a Greek gentle
man who prcsidos ovor tho Northwest
ern Presbyterian Church in Philadel
phia no ably that ho has acquired tiio
title of ''Tho Theological Domos
thonos." Ho speaks eight languages,
has crowded (ho church every Sunday,
lifted' an indebtedness of $18,000, aud
has novor taken a theological training.
Tho Springfield (Mass.) llemiblican
states that a Baptist pastor in Now Brit
ain, Conn., while preaching on a recent
Sunday in his own pulpit, had among
his attentive hearers somo in tho termor
oily, forty miles distant from his church.
Tho telephone carried tho words faith
fully, apparently doing jnstieo to tho
oxcollont elocution ami articulation of
tho preacher. Tho sermon was a forci
ble, earnest ploa for righteous living.
A few days sinco a pupil in tho
State Normal school at Castloton, Vt.,
'waB discovered to bo crying very hard.
Inquiry by tho principal elicited tho fact
that tho girl had just received a lottor
stating that hor sister Mary was dead.
School was stoppod and prayer was of
fered. A second perusal of the lottor
showed that the girl was mlstakon; that
it was not sister Mary, but a favorite
family horso named Mary that was doad.
Then thanks were offered that the nowa
was no worse
In a locturo at Boston Mr. Parton
said that at Eton College, England, tho
studdnts mado in 1880 a llvo-horao-powor
steam engine, which turns tho lathe in
their shops. This is a groat ohango
from the almost exclusive Latin verso
making of by-gone days, aud which tho
Etonian destined for New Zealand or
Australia will highly appreciate. Many
of tho biggor boys at Eton havo their
own forges at which thoy hammor and
mould. To Cornell must bo given tho
credit of originating tills wliolcsorao in
dustrial move. N. x. Sun.
Fashion Notes.
Royal cardinal is tho favorite color
for children's drosses.
Tho Glengarry cap of bright scarlet
wool is worn aliko by boys and girls.
Basques of terra-cotta cashmere aro
much worn ovor black volvot skirts.
Velvets, satin rhadamos, cordod silk,
Irish poplin anil cashmoro will bo in
high voguo for fall and winter wear
The flrst-namod fabrics, for evening
dress, aro shown in all the delicate
tints of pale pink, Persian mauve, cioL
blue, cream color nnd sea green.
Jackets and basques of ovory descrip
tion and color aro worn ovor skirts of s '
contrasting material. Tho shapes nro
varied, and aro in styles suitable to ov
ory age. Thoy aro invariably closo-fit-ting,
are out with a narrow collar, and
button straight down tho front
Tho most fasliionablo perfumes just
now aro "Opoponax" and that known
as Edolwoiss, tho extract of tho sweet
Alpino flower. Sachots filled with pow
der, scented witli tho same odors, aro
sold also, these to be placed between
the folds of dresses and mantles when
lying in the wardrobo; but stress is to
bo laid on tho fact that excess in tills,
as in most otlior respects, is vulgar; a
soupcon only is permitted.
Stripes are as fasliionablo as ovor in
all classes of material, and, used in
combination with plain fabrics, aro very
elloctlvo, especially in rich India silk
materials. Soarf draperies of soft
striped surahs and satins nro much
worn, and if well chosen can accompa
ny several different drosses. Plastrons,,
rovers, collars and culls, edged with
colored Spanish laco matching one of
tho colors of tho stripes, preferably
dark green, should bo worn to match.
These also can bo transferred from one
dross to another.
Bonnets and round hats aro exhibit
ed in a great varioty of novel sliapos,
from tho graceful and elegant toho ex
aggerated and grotosquo styles, which
aro wilder than ever this season; for in
stance, a formidable looking, irregular
shaped bonnet is known as the "ole
phant's oar," a side view of this ugly
bead gear resembling an elephant's ear
in outline and almost in size. There
nro numberless modifications of the
poke, which yet clings to favor, and
now and very "becoming Gypsy shapes,
these charming and loss conspicuous
bonnets boing mado with brims of
shirred satin and soft Moorish crowns
of plush or volvot. Tho crowns
to the most fasliionablo round hats
aro immensely high, with brims aa
wide as tho Gainsborough. Capotes or
hobo bonnets are still in high vogue,
though attempts havo been' mado to
erowil tlicso protty and lady-like little
French bonnets to tho wall. For full
dress thero is no head covering to equal
thorn in stylo and elegance. Af. 1'. Even
ing Post.
