The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923, November 05, 1897, Page 7, Image 7

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TI1JREE PltOrOSALS.
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0V many lumps?"
she nuked niixloua
ly, "one, two,
three?"
Sho holds my fate
with my cup In her
fair handy.
I boo the Blow
juices of the Flori
da rune rising from
the moist earth un
der the. sun's com
pelling hiss. I henr a rustling among
tho yellow stalks of sorghum as the
wind waves their silken tassels. Vis
ions of blood red beets, dissolved In the
Ichor of their souls, visit me. Verily,
nil these are sugar. And yet- these
nro not all!
"Three." I make shift to reply, re
garding her gravely as she poises the
old Dutch sugar tongs tentatively over
my cup.
As she offers the Assnm-Pekoc In Its
Jeweled bauble of a chalice, a wave of
tho fragrant liquor overllows upon my
wrist.
"Oh, I have hurt you!" she cries.
"Irremediably," 1 icply. The word,
is I utter It, staggers with significance.
Sho lifts her eyes, under puzzled brows,
to mine.
"Surely," she hazards, softly, "the
pain will soon be gone?"
"It 1b undying." I aver solemnly,
"and yet," I add. "I ehcilsh It."
"Then I may give you another brim
ming cup, since you woo pain?"
Alas, might she not have said more
truly, "Since you woo painfully."
"No, I will have no more tea."
"I may glvo you coffee, then?"
"Nor coffee."
"Chocolate?" Her hnnd rests upon
the fantastic lid of the silver box which
contains the perfumed powder. Sho
has lifted the carved handle of un apos
tle spoon to her lips. At the sight my
passion breaks Its bounds. I bend over
her until my breath stirs the lock of
hair In Its warm resting place on the
nape of her white neck.
"Would you caress a dead apostlo
with n living disciple so near?" I whis
per. Her answer comes so low that I am
fain to ask for It again, and yet again.
Ttie apostle hears It, and laughs in his
long beard.
For has not he, too, been kissed?
11.
A shadow from the old church tower
falls upon two figures, the shadow of a
cross.
Within their walled garden mission
priests chant midnight prayers for
souls In purgatory.
Betty's black eyes burn, her breath
comes fast; she Is young and bold.
As she leans ngnlnst n slender Cot
tonwood, the south wind whispers to Its
heart-shaped leaves, and the girl thrills
with the tree's tremulous reply.
Or do her pulses mnrch with her
lover's at the touch of his arm against
her sleeve?
"Hetty?"
The man stoops to the black eyes, out
of which there leaps a sudden firo
nearer to the red lips, ripe as tho bios
pom of a cactus. From a clump of high
sage, ghostly gray even In the splendor
of the night's high noon, the soul of
tho hour speaks In an owl's cry, once,
twice, three times, the thick, soft, echo
less notes robbing it, in a breath, of all
Its safety and sweetness.
"They passed mo In the canon. I
crouclied behind a bowlder and heard
them curse each other for having lost
my trail."
The man shakes his shoulders at tho
recollection. In the luminous haze
which has overspread the sky, tho scar
let handkerchief about his throat
changes oddly to the likeness of a gap
ing wound.
He takes the r.lrl's dusky faco be-
SIM?
I'TO N ffiHIll !'
P7w TimDWt'i
lira
wm'v'mSAf.r .Nfs-
Wi 'V.iV'ln'---"
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"tyV.WC Mjt J B$ jjlE LOIID."
tween his J ands'and searches It avid
lously. "You lovo mc, Betty!"
As her warm mouth meets the pas
nlon of .his, a passing cloud upon tho
moon'fifalr faco blots out one arm of
tho cmplflxVieo- that the pair stand no
longer.Hn the, ahndow of a'b'rosVbut ojf
o gibbet, f
Tho girl does not mark It',- nor hear
tho Etoalthy pursuing footsteps which
stouln the shelter of a projecting au
glo of the wall, as her lover whispers;
"AllVo orJdend, then, the sane trail
Ukea us, Betty? My woman, bV tht
Lord, my woman!" ,
J ;. in. ( 'X -3
mstands under a shoulder of tho
'Matterhom',, where, even In the heat of
August, the quaking aspens shiver and
shadoWB of the spruce make twilight
out ot rioon. I knock at the chalet's
door;': A woman's voice from tho lattice-"
overhead replies to my summons.
"Thlft Is not an Inn."
By tho sliver flutes of tho great god
Pan her voice! All tho charms thai
1 cannot see n.e expressed In it grace
of the fawn, eyes of dawn, hair of the
Uky fineness of the spider web as it
filMV I
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hnng n uu. the sunset, brow thought- '
fill as the Mitlerhorn's sky befoie Its ,
stars have risen, heart brave and ten
der. "Hut I am not a common traveler," I
answer, boldly.
Light laughter drifts down to me.gay
ns the golden motes that swim In a
sunbeam.
"How may my house serve mo?"
"With a sight of Its fair mistress."
"I hear a step upon the stair. Tho
bolt of the door Is drawn. A Hood of
light streams out Into the night.
A wltheied old woman bids me en
ter. My feet sink In the silken pile of
eastern rugs. 1 hear n gold hammer
strike nine resonant strokes upon n
bronze shield. I'pnn n spit before the
fire place two birds arc roasting. Tho
air Is redolent of their Juices and tho
banquet of newly decanted wine. I
hnvc Journeyed from where the Matter
horn climbs Its last height, and my
student dress is splashed and stained
with mud and snow.
Propping upon a velvet couch I
stretch my hands to the lire.
"Say to your gracious chatelaine that
she shall dlno with me."
The old serving woman turns away,
mumbling.
1 draw a heavy table Into tho middle
of the hall, and set upor It platters and
trenchers. Tho firelight Hashes mer
rily on Jeweled llagons and crystal car
afes. Placing her chair where the lamp
light will strike upon her face and
bring out the gold In her hnlr, I seat
myself and fancy her llgute on the oth
er side of the table.
Two sleepy love-birds twitter over
head In a gilded cage.
One stirs, and flutters Its downy
feathers against my hand. "Klsle, El
Mr." It murmurs.
"Klsle;" 1 cry. "Elsie'."
Theto Is a iiistllng among the cur
tains that hide the stairs. All my veins
run fire at the music of her reply, "I
am here."
I turn and see a slender figure In vio
let velvet embroidered with gold.
Above the low fair brow riotous locks
make sunshine In curling tendrils, but
whether the eyes beneath arc violet
like the woman's gown or black like
the tips of the satin slippers under it,
or turquolso or sapphire, like tho
stones that glimmer on my mistress'
white hands, who can tell? Not I.
Hut If I cannot meet her eyes, I may
follow the mutinous curve of tho short
tipper lip and mark the cleft chln.whltc
as an almond's heart, and the rows of
pearls clasping the full fair throat.
I seat her, and we begin our meal.
"There Is no salad." sho says. At
a sign the old woman fetches mc cress
and oil.
"Does It commend Itself to you?" I
ask, when I have served my vls-n-vh.
"It commends you to uie," she re
peats softly. I look Into her eyes. Hut
by now the wine has given me cour
age. "Why are you not In your proper tita
tlon, you who would gracu u court?" I
cry.
"I am tired of courts. All, you think
the Princess F.llse may not say to
much?"
Tho Princess Ellsel She, whose
namo is upon every tongue, my pcoplo'a
queen, mine, If
Before I enn speak I hear shoutr,
snatches of song, the whizz of Hying
arrows.
One strikes the door of the chalet.
"Sire, sire, admit us. In six hours
wo were to seek you. Tho time Is up."
Time? Ah, but tho game Is still to
bo won.
I drop upon my knees before the
princess.
"Ellse," I cry, "my throne Is emp;y.
I love you. Reign with me. Speak to
mc in the voice I have loved slnco first
it fell on my listening ear. I wait tor
your yes."
Was It tho echo of tho bird's nolo In
his Jeweled ring overhend, or did my
lovo reply? "Alexis! My king."
Mary Wakeman Botsford in Four
O'clock.
Tho Ctirlnc of Tolmrco.
To euro tobacco so as to develop its
fragrant flavor Is no difficult matter.
The leaf is carefully cut from tho Btem
as soon ns It begins to turn yellow,
which indicates ripeness. The leaves
must bo cnrefully handled, and not
bruised. They are strung by tho stems
on stiff wires, twelve or ho on each, nnd
hung up In nn airy place, not too dry;
nn upper room Is a good placo for them,
or an open atttlc. Thero they dry
slowly and fully ripen. Thoy may stay
In this way until a damp day, when they
may bo handled without breaking.
They aro tied in bunches of twelve by
tho Btnlks and slightly spread by twist
ing a strip of a leaf around these
hunches, which aro called hands. As
the bunds am tied they nre laid to?
g'othor, the tips lapping nnd the butts
ouHln a square heap on which n piece
n&-'boa'rd, for a smnll quantity, Is
placed, and a weight is put on tho
board. They stuy In this way for sov
oral weeks, warming up to some ex
tent, and this fermentation Is necessary
to complete the ripening and to develop
the frngrnure and flavor. After again
lAlngdrled byiianglng a few days'or hef
Ing.Hprcadjrto check tho fermentation,
tjio'thnndu aro packed In tight boxeb
where' thoy linnlly cure and became
marketable or usable. Nothing more' is
needed for use, But it Is a common
pKctlco for home use to dip tho leaves
in sweet water ordiluted molasses, nnd
twist them Into a sort of short ropes,
doubling them and thus making what
Is commonly called pig tall. This may
be used In this condition for smoking
or chewing. Plug tobacco Is mudo by
laying tho leaves, stripped from tho
stemB and dipped in sweetened water,
Into suitable moulds and pressing thorn
under a heavy press worked by a screw,
until, thoy become solid cakes. Various
flavoring stuffs are used by the manu
facturers ol tobacco for sale. Ex,
THIERS' FIRST SUCCESSES.
Alwil) Vt ent sirnlKlit l Hi" Iteiirt nf
.nulr,
Thiers' gicat achievement at Alx was
In winning a prize offered by the acad
emy for 1111 essay on Vaiiveiinrgucs.
says the Chiiutiiuqunn. The way In
which this prize was secured was char
acteristic of Thiers. Ho wrote one es
say which would have been successful
but for the fact that It was known to
bo his. The essays were sent anony
mously, but Thiers bad been unable to
refrain from reading his to a literary
society. The royalists on the commit
tee, knowing Its 'lUthorshlp, were un
willing to grant It tho prize and post
poned tho decision. Thiers nt onco
wrote another In n different style,
which Mlgnet copied and sent anony
mously. This essay won the prize, and
tho whole town laughed at the clever
scheme The money which he lccelved
enabled him to go to Paris. He had
hoped to practice law, but found he
had not money enough to be admitted
to tho Paris bar. He tried unsuccess
fully writing, fan painting and the du
ties of 11 private iccretary, but earned
baiely enough to keep from starving In
his garret. Finally he got a chance to
write for the C'onstltutlonncl. The
editor, to whom he hud an Introdiic
Hon, had thought to get rid of him by
asking him to write a review of tho
salon for that year, lie supposed that
Thiers must fall In such a task. The
artistic taste which had been developed
at Alx made his review n literary event.
While doing Justice to David's great
service to French art In the past,
ThlerH urged emancipation from the
fetters with which David bad bound
the French school, and In contrast
called attention to Delacroix, then an
unknown painter. This single article
did much for French art, and also se
cured the author a good position as a
Journalist. For this he was eminently
fitted, ns ho was clear headed, went
right to the heart of affairs and always
wrote with his audlenco clearly before
his mind. These same qualities were
afterward prominent In his speeches.
AN ENCLISH GALLANT.
He Wii Very llorgrou In tl'e IIIWm
hrtliHii Diiyn.
(llanelng across the surface of every
day llfo in the Kllzabcthan days of ro
bust manhood, It is interesting to no
tice the lively vhlldllkc simplicity of
manners, the love of showy, brilliant
colors worn by both sexes, and to com
paro these charming characteristics
with the sober habiliments and re
served manners of tho present day,
snys the Nineteenth Century. Here Is
nn example of the man of fashion, the
benu-ldeal of the metropolis, as he sal
lies forth into the city to parade him
self In the favorite mart of fashionable
loungers, St. Paul's churchyard. His
beard, If he have one, Is on the wane,
but his mus'(achcs are cultivated and
curled at the points, nnd himself redo
lent with choicest perfumes. Costlly
Jewels decorate his ears; a gold brooch
of rarest workmanship fasten'' his
bright scarlet cloak, which Is thrown
carelessly over his left shoulder, for he
is most anxious to exhibit to tho ut
most ndvantngo the rich hatchings of
his sllver-hllted rapier nnd dagger, tho
exquisite cut of his doublet (shorn of
Its skirts) and trunk hose. His hair,
cropped close from the top of tho head
down the back, hangs In long, love
locks on the sides. His hat, which was
then really new In the country, having
supplanted tho woolen cap or hood, is
thrown jauntily on ono side; It is high
nnd tapering toward the crown and has
a baud around it, richly adorned with
precious stones, or by goldsmith's
work, nnd this gives support to one of
the finest of plumes.
Only .Mm Didn't.
In 11 hall game the other day Jim
Corbctt put out twelve men and his
sharo of tho receipts was $300. And
yet thero wnB n timo when Jim could
have mndc $20,000 by putting out ono
man.1 I3x.
MISSING LINKS.
The bicycle, as well as the Bible,
now forms a part of the missionary's
outfit.
In August nearly 3,000,000 pounds of
fish, valued at $116,000, were landcS at
Gloucester, Mass.
In ten years the school attendance In
though tho population has not in
creased In any such proportion.
Sutton-ln-Ashfleld, in Nottingham,
hns given birth to mare famous crick
eters than nny otTier town In Eng
land. "Shaw's Saw Shop" Is a sign In Port
land, Me., and a paper there suggests
that It is a good test for articulation
In a prohibition state.
It Is estimated that moro than 75,000
fishermen go out of New York every
Sunday and that they spend on an av
erage of $2 each on the sport.
In a Boston court, a few days ago, a
man engaged In manual labor testified
that he was obliged to work twenty
one hours out of th6 twenty-four.
A number of Roman graves have re
cently been laid bare nt Cologne. 'Jho
Buffalo has more than doubted, nl
place has been secured from spollwlon
by an extensive lnclosurc,
"I don't see how a brilliant man like
Professor Dusentrals can put In so
much time talking to that insipid Mrs.
Moktaque." "Oh, he's only,, stropping
his Intellect."-- nicago Journal.
Caller "Nellie, Is your mother In7"
Nellie "Mother Is out shopping." Call
er "When will sho return, Nellie?"
Nellie (calling back) "Mammn. what
shall I say now?" Harper's Bazar.
He "I understand Scribbler hos
made a big hit with his novel. I didn't
know he was clever." She "He Isn't
clover; no's shrewd. Ills characters
don't talk about anything but bydcles.
Philadelphia Record,
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LVll. f I Vyill A 11 Alii 1 1V till J
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ITEMS OF INTEREST TO
AND MATRONS.
ome t'urn-iil .Nnlrs i.f I ho Mmlrl l
Pn.l.lnin for Winter stte V.irhnls I
Mutter of litcrrt In tlm I'rtlr sel i
Vnnitj i'ir. '
I. ue I.I t r On.
TOOK (mm tin lr
hilling I'liico lam
night
Your letters.
HWccllieiirt. 11111I 1
trail.
Ami Hnlr imMlnn
llirlllul In the
wanliiK light,
Though 1 sh-I'I.
"M love Is
ilcllll "
Hut teat e 11 nt e
Imck to my worlil
win II e'S
As 1 thought of n guMin June
Ami lours who kiiiik. "Love never llm
While Imiiiii diiri under Hie moon."
For while wing mine and white -nil" go
Dilrlliig out Into the ilnwn.
Hut memory eotnex with iclliient fow,
Ami It's tine iih ever II w. I Know.
That lovo lives on 11ml on.
It comei wuii in, loiirli or Hie iIiibii of a
hiuul,
Or tin glance of a stranger's nji),
Or 11 Ulmlly act In a foreign laml.
Or the glenni of n Miur pl;y,
Or n ililftlng lioat on a silver lake.
Or 11 Illy .vou toiit'li wllli 1 nir our.
Or the enmiil of ihe uIihIh iiiiiI wavi that
In en U
Id mi Inil) on tlie hliim.
Hut ns long iih while wlnp.s euiue anil go
Or ill Ifl hi the loy ihiwu.
Willie memory fume with iillnenl How,
It li irtle us ever II wa. I know.
That love lives on nd nit.
Knimn I'layton Seiilan.v In New Kng-
lnml
Magnr.llln.
A I'rell.t lli.lgn.
Vtuillj l'u I r.
aLuvvmi. parties aie a new society ex
periment. Invitations recently sent out
from a Long Island country house read
as follows: "Mrs. S requests the
pleasure of your company to drink 11
J )
cup of coffee and hear the song of the
lark on Saturday morning at B o'clock.
N. B. Dancing in the dew." The post
script seems to indicate that the party
was merged Into a Knelpp-cure affair.
Old-timers nro making remarks
about the difference in traveling paro
phcrnaJla of today from that of a few
years back. The average summer trav
eler In the 80's managed to get along
with a carpetbag and a cloth-covered
reccptaclo hardly large enough to con
tain one puffed slcevo. Even In hoop
Bklrt days things' seemed to accommo
datingly fold up Into a small space, but
today when there Is no crinoline nnd
girls wenr simple shirt ualst and plain
skirts, they rpqulrr enough trunks to
stock a store. Even the men nro oblig
ed to havo bags galore, bicycle trunks,
golf-bags and Saratogas nnd old peoplo
travel with medicine! bagr. n half-dozen
Bhawlstrups filled with wraps he
sides their trunks. That all this amaz
ing mass of bags, trunks and boxes Is
to swiftly and safoy handled by the
Bo-called baggagc-br.'.ashers l.?ti subjeit
of wonder.
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Big dinners nre so common nowadays i
i,nf mi iitiiinittif'iMiuinl Mill li nil ' ir
thnt an announcement smh as ' Mr
and Mrs .Intiicsoh .Ionics will give a
dinner of 200 cnveis, followed by a
dance at their Newport cottage," passes
' without special notice. A few years
ago the entertainment of such a 1111111-
,(,r at ft ,,rvto J,,,,,. wcilllll hllV- bl'IMl
, nf ,),,, ,,u,.,,tloil. It was lllll long
j,0 ,m (u. Hr.ldlcy-MlUtlllH startled
society by building a new room over
their back-yard In New York, especial
ly for the accommodation of the sup
tier arrangement nt a ball. Today
none of the ultra-smart New Yoik set
would consider for an Instant a house
which did not have moms large enough
for all purposes. Twenty-live yeais
ago few holmes weie large enough even
for dances, and only Mts, Astor and
Mrs. August Belmont had picture gal
leries which could be converted Into
ballrooms In case of necessity. That
made the popularity of the Patriarchs
and such organizations, but such n
state Is now rapidly passing away, as
there aie twenty private bailments In
New York today wheie them was one
fifteen years ago. This Is true abo at
all the big and fashionable eastern wa
tering plnces.
CnokliiK Thrriiiiimi'ler.
Cooking tlienioincters aie rather ex
pensive those of American muiiiirnc
tuio cost $3.ii0, and Unpolled therniom
etets $r but the sale of them Is In
ei easing. They are made of porcelain
and of lion, the standard supporting
Ihe lube containing the meieury Inclin
ing backward at an angle fiom the
I'lit-e, so that the inaikltig con he easily
tend. The scale Is marked up to 100
degrees and over, and the several prop
er cooking tenipci attires 111 0 set forth
011 the thermometers as follows: Cor
net beat for roasts In ovens: Pork,
AW; veal, 31!0: beef. 310; mutton. 300.
Correct heat for baking Pun pastry,
310; bread, 310; pastry. 320; meat pics,
2!'0. Cooking thermometers nre sold
for household use and for hotels mid
restaurants.
A Willow Sjllilleiilfi lle.ll the Hlraiimii,
From the St. 1 .011 In Republic: A week
ago two llnancees, with Beveral bun
died other young women from the
country, reached St. Lotus to make
their fall purchases from the whole
sale houses. Finance No, J went to
one large millinery house to buy gooda,
and the other young lady to uuother
huge establishment. If they had been
men It would never have happened,
but, being women, each young Indy
wished to see Just as much without
paying for It as she possibly could. So
Flnancep No. 2 set out on a tour of the
other trimming looms mid with poetic
Justlre nt her elbow she stepped un
consciously Into Hie trimming room of
Hie establishment where Flnancep No.
1 was doing her buying. The one young
lady had gone In Just ahead of Ihe oth
er, and In cnrelessly opening her ret
icule bad dropped a letter. Flnancep
No, 2 picked up the letter. She know
that handwriting among a thousand,
and Just from force of habit she retired
to a corner nnd read It through. It told
the story plainly enough. Now, every
milliner knows thnt It Is Impossible for
SOME'OP THI3L.ATEST DKSIONS.
two women to own the snme bonnet;
nnd also thnt no woman wishes to own
n bonnet after It has been worn by nn
other woman. Consequently It was a
very easy matter for the two flnam-tiPH
to agreo, when thoy formed each oth
er's acquaintance that evening In tho
hotel, that they were both done with
the young mnn. He was expected to
cill that evening early upon fiancee
No. 1. But they both met him In fian
cee Nn. 2's drawing room where they
said, "We thought we'd save you trou
ble, and give yoli only one pang In
stead of two, for we've both decided to
break our engagements'." Anil now' the
young man has Kddedya new word to
Sam Weller'B warning, and he says,
"Revarp of vlddern, and also of mllll
liers."
1
Wlint tilntll She VWur'.'
The first revolution In tho season's
wheel of fashion hn come like a thief
In the nlcht In dtsturh the tieaio of the
! last days of a restful summer, which
brought no thought of how to fashion
1 our garments, no tiresome visits to the
dressmaker's Now the dainty summer
ili-eua mum tin i !it nuliln tiw tin. mni
dress mum be tast aside for the mote
substantial materials and elegauco of a
winter outfit.
"What shall I wear?" Is the question
thai confronts every unman tho mo
ment she arrives In town, and the sum
mer vncatlon rapidly becomes an Indis
tinct memory (if relief, comfort and un
appreciated Joy as the trying problem
asserts Itself and the work of refur
nishing her entire wiudrobe goes 011.
The most definite mode which meets
her eye Just at the moment Ih the
bloiiso In every possible variation of
fulness and decoration which fashion
can dovlse. To be sure. It Is not alto
gether new, for It was tentatively In
troduced In tho spring, when It was
well received, but It Is here now with
emphatic declaration, mid a btouse of
some sort seems to be a fashionable
necessity for all the women who 111
slender enough to wear It with grace.
Stout women nre advised by one nu
thorlly on fashion "to avoid it as they
would the pluguo;" but a Blight
pouched effect In the front of n bodice
Is often becoming to generously pro
poit loued figures.
The latest winter blouse has it basque
formed of either squnrc tabs or a scant
frill, tho former being the favorite mo
del, as It adds less to tho size of the
hips. The effect of a long waist Is
essential to the good stylo of n blouse,
and the narrow Jeweled belt Is an
other Important feature. But this Is
rather expensive, and a very satisfac
tory belt can bo made of black satin
vlbhon wide enough to wrinkle n little
on a white or colored satin lining, and
fastened with nn oval cut-steel buckle.
Tho Russian bloiiso Is properly ft
street gnrment, worn over n fancy ho
dlru of silk or lace, nnd fastens up tho
front or not. as you choose, being some
times turned bnek two Inches on cither
sldo to show a pretty colored satlii
lining or velvet facing. It Is decoratell
elaborately with braid and bended trim
mings and edged with handsome fur,
and Is altogether charming on the right
woman. If you urn very slight, the
bloiiso Is cut loose, to fnll n little ovei
the hell all the way around, nnd If not
It muy be plain and close In the back,
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cut In one piece, loose In front, with the
square tabs below the belt, made long
or short as they are most becoming.
Very pretty effects for house dresses
mode with the blouse waist aro pro
duced with black velvet either an Inch
and a half or two Inches wide. This
Is sewn in stripes up and down, the
width of tho velvet apart, on white Mtln
which forms the bodice.
Unite ErhUnt.
Lamb I don't understand how a mat.
can afford to take public offices when
it coats more thuu ihe salary cornea
to to get elected. 'H
Wolf Ii Is evident you were not ciit
out for a statesman. Bos tin Trail
script. Difficult.
Fair Visitor "I suppose, Mr. Palette,
that true art Is very difficult to under
stand?" Mr. Palette "About as difficult to un
derstand, madam, as It Is to sell." De
troit Free Press.
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