The Red Cloud chief. (Red Cloud, Webster Co., Neb.) 1873-1923, May 13, 1898, Page 7, Image 7

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CHAPTER XXV11. (Continued)
"Dear Dick." murmured Dniotli.v
"Ves, lie is perfection, lie illl hate so
to go iinil leave inc. Imt lie had to go
lit' had such a i;ooil appointment of
fered It I tn . he illil not ilaii' refuse It. !
Still, ho hated to go anil leave mo. i
just now especially. What he would
say If ho know ahoiit Harburu, 1 I'an'!
think. 1 don't think I would tell lilm.
would you?"
"Not till all is over," answered Es
ihor. "It would only worry hlin for
nothing. Hy-thi'-hyi", what Is ho like?"
"Oli," nnil Dorothy looked round for
Dick's portrait. "Oh. hero ho If." hold
ing It out to hor cousin.
Esther Urand took It and looked at
It uttontivt'ly for a long tinio. nipped
hor toa. nnil looked ajlti and yot
"Woll," said Dorothy. impatiently.
"1 like hlin," said IMlur. "ho looks
good a n.l Into, and ho Is a handsome
man, loo a tlno, honest-looklng. man
ly man. Yns. I lllto him you're a
lucky little girl, Dorothy."
"So 1 think," answered Dorothy,
proudly, "and Dick Is Just what ho
looks- honrnl as the day. and as good
as i;old."
Esther laughed. "Woll. ou are a
lucky little woman to have won siipIi
a husband. 1 never met a man like
that, or I should have been tempted to
give up my liberty long ago. Do yon
know, dearie. I always had a horrible
conviction that you would end by mar
rying David Stevenson, and 1 always
lid dislike David Stevenson with all
my heart and soul."
"So did I," answerm! Dorothy,
For u moment she was tempted to
tell Esther all about her mooting vv itli
David, then a feeling that it would be
scarcely fair to him held her hack, and
he kept her own counsel about that
"Of course there Is no knowing what
I might or might not have done it'
dear Auntie had lived." she said, wish
ing to explain everything aa far as pos
sible and yet avoid saying much about
David's feelings for hor, "and If 1 had
never seen Dick; but then, you see, I
did meet Dick, and Dick liked me, and
- and "
"And David Stevenson went to the
wall," Esther said, linishlng the sen
tence for her, "and a very proper and
suitable place for him, too, my dear
child," with a laugh.
Dorothy laughed, too. "Ah! you are
all very hard on pour David," she said
"Now, how shall we do about din
ner? Hadn't we better wait a little
ami see if this woman comes, and then
go Into town anil dine somewhere?"
she said. "I can't offer to cook a din
ner for you. If I did, It would probably
kill you to eat it."
"Just, as you like. Then, couldn't we
call at St. George's and leave a note
to tell Harbara you have come?" Do
rothy asked. "It will be Mich a load off
Jier mind."
"To be sure," Esther answered; and
then they settled down to their chat
again, and Esther heard a great deal
more about Dick, and learned a great
many of Dorothy's hopes and wishes
about the baby that was to come bo
foro long.
Anil presently there came soma one
to the door who rang gently and
knocked softly.
"I will go; sit Htlll." cried Esther.
She went to the door, where she
found a handsome, neatly dressed wo
man, about forty years old. "Mrs.
Harris?" she said inquiringly.
"No," said Esther, "I am not Mrs.
Harris, but this Is her house. Will you
come in? I suppose Lord Aylmer sent
"Yes," madam," said the stranger re
spectfully. It struck Esther us a little odd that
she should use the term "madam," but
she put the thought away from her al
most as soon as it had taken shape in
her mind. "Of course, she Is a mar
ried woman, and perhaps has never
been a servant at all," she said to her
self; then said aloud: "Well, come
in ami see Mrs. Harris. I am sure she
will he very glad that you have come,
nv-the-bye, what Is your name?"
"My name Is Harris, too, madam,"
the stranger answered, with a depre
cating look, as if she had rather taken
a liberty In having married a man of
the name of Harris.
"Dear me, how odd!
pose my cousin will liki
your Christian name.
".Amelia, madam."
"Oh, yes." Then Esther opened the
drawing-room door and bade Amelia
Harris follow her.
"Dorothy, here Is Lord Aylmer's .
Why, my ',onr child, what Is the mat-
ler?" for Dorothy was lying back in
Iho.ohalr with a face as white as chalk
antf pinched with pain.
"I nm so ill." she gasped.
Iher! Esther!"
Esther took llim ground
"Now, don't give way, my
will bo well." she assorted.
our help, and we will have the doctor
hero In next to no time If you will only
tell me where to send for him."
"Dr. Franklin, iu Victoria road,"
Dorothy answered, "nut don't leave
jne, Esther; don't,"
Cniulul.v not di. in ' iuella will
go and ft till him." Fsihoi returned.
"1 had better go at mm", madam."
siitl Amelia, quietly.
"Ves. say Mrs. Harris Ih ry ill' -Hint
It Is urgent."
'Ves, madam." answered Amelia.
She walked on" to the Victoria load
at a pretty quick pace, thinking hard
as she went. "H'ni: from what ho told
mo. he never spoke to her before to-
day. Queer. I wonder If he knows
i about tills baby. Shall I who him, or
1 shall I keep the news as a little stir-
i nrise for tomoirowV I'll keep It. The
sight of his lordship's face will be
worth something."
She knocked at Dr. Franklin's door
and asked to see hlin In exactly the
same quiet, solf-po.-sessod way that alio
I had spoken to Miss Hrand, and all ho
1 time her thoughts weie running on
this new fancy of his lordship,
"A little sickly-looking girl, little
better than a child." she was thinking
as she followed the neat maid into a
waiting-room. "Not. 1 daie say, that
she's looking In r best just now; but
still, what he can fancy In her after
a woman like me- but there . Ves,
sir," she said aloud. "Mrs. Harris has
been taken suddenly ill. and Miss
Hrand wished mo to come and fetch
you at once."
"Miss Uranil'.'" said the doctor, In
quiringly. "Wlio Is she?"
"Mrs. Harris" cousin, sir."
"Oh, yes. yes. I see. I'll be round
In three minutes -in three minutes."
"Very well, sir."
Amelia Harris went quickly away,
her thoughts still witli the old lord.
"Some women wouldn't do the things
he asked of them the things he asks
O Jji
Well. I sup.
to call you by
And that is
she answered
"Oh, Es-
at once.
dear; all
"Hero Is
of me." she said to herself; "and if
they promised to they'd play him false
in the end and be jealous, and all that.
Not me, though! Uird Aylmer can do
what he likes, and think what he likes,
and go where he likes; It's all one to
me so long as I'm paid for my trouble.
My! he must be in earnest over this
business. Five hundred for a month's
work live hundred pounds!"
My that time she had reached Hie
Mansions, and she went In, took otf
her bonnet and cloak, and hustled
about as only a thoroughly good work
er can do, getting ready for the great
event which seemed imminent, which
Indeed was imminent, for by the time
morning light shone over London town
there were two more Inmates of the
little Hat in I'alace Mansions a stout
motherly nurse, who hushed upon her
ample bosom a wee fragment of hu
manity, a very small and soft pinkish
person, who had grunted and squalled
already in quite an alarming fashion.
MELIA Harris
proved herself to
be all that Lord
Alymer hud said
she was; a strong,
active and capable
woman, quiet and
quick, a good cool;,
neat In appearand)
and respectful In
manner. She took
the orders for the
day from Miss Hrand and went off
about II o'clock to get various things
that were wanted, and among other er
rands she had a telegraph form to
hand In at the postolhec.
It was from Esther Hrand to Rich
aril Harris, and announced brielly, but
to the point, "Son; both well."
"It will cost a good bit. Amelia,"
Miss Hrand iiald. "I don't know exact
ly what, but they will tell you at the
postolllce. And, by the bye, you might
bring back a dozen stamps for India.
Wo shall be writing to Mr. Harris by
each mall."
"Yes, madam," Amelia Hurriu an
swered. She was a clever woman, that same
Amelia, for she went to the olllce and
handed In the telegram, saying, "Will
you tell me, please, what that will
The clerk added It up and told Vr
the amount. "Thank you," she said. "I
will tell my mistress."
She did bo; hut only that the tele
gram had oust so much, and the mon
ey wnlch Miss Hrand hud given her
was short of exactly that sum.
"Oh, not so very much after all," re
marked Miss Hrand. "We will send
him another wire In n week or no to
let him know how they are going on."
"It will be a great relief to the Ben-
over, madam. ' answered Amelia liar
lis. in hrr smoothest volte.
Oh. yos. Indeed," returned Miss
She went then to sit beside her eon
sin's bed. to bid her follow the iloo
tor's directions and keep perfectly
quiet, as if poor little delicate Dorothy
would he likely to do anything else.
Then she just told her that she had
sent oil- a wire to Dick, and that as
soon as she had put things in trim for
lunch Amelia was going to run down
to St. Ceorge's Hospital to carry the
great news to Harbara.
"Oh. that Is good! Harbara will be
so anxious," murmured Dorothy. In her
sweet olce. "Anil Dick, too, how
proud he will be! You'll write at once,
Esther, to tell him everything, to tell
him how exactly like him the boy Is.
Ho will ho so pleased.''
"1 expect he would rather It weie
like you, dearie." said Esther, smiling.
"Oh. no. Hut you mustn't call my
boy it.' Esther." Dorothy declared.
"and ami you'll bo sure to tell him
that Lord Aylmer has been kindness
Itself to mo. won't you?"
"Hut. my dear, 1 thought we were
not to tell him about Harbara's acci
dent?" Esther exclaimed.
"No -true," and Dorothy for a few
minutes lay thinking deeply. Then
she turned her eyes back again to her
cousin's face. "Oh, I think you may
as well tell hlin; you see. you are
here, and the baby Is here. too. Dick
will know that 1 am In good hands.
I think 1 would rather that you told
him, after all."
"My dear child, take my advice
don't mention the accident or Lord
Aylmer at all," Esther urged. "Hu
will worry, and a worrying man Is ail
awful nuisance."
"I didn't like deceiving Dick," Do
rotby protested.
"No, dear, no; but one could hardly
call that deceit," Esther answered.
"Anyway, will yon leave It to me? I
will write on Wednesday morning, and
bring you the letter to read."
"Very well, Esther." said Dorothy.
"That Is better. Now, if I go away
you will rent a little, and I have va
rious odds and ends to do," said Es
ther, tenderly.
One of her various "odds and ends'
was to send Amelia off to St. Ceorge's
to Inform Harbara that the long-expected
event had happened, and that
a tine bouncing boy, the very Image ol
Dick-of his father, she said was now
nourishing at I'alace Mansions. And
if the truth bo told, Amelia llarr.s
went off on this errand without any
great feeling of satisfaction, for Just
at that moment she particularly wish
ed to remain In the house, having a
great desire to be the- person to Im
part the news to lonl Aylmer, when
lie should care to Inquire for Mrs. Har
ris' welfare.
Of course, she argued with her
thoughts as she went up the road, It
was Just possible that he might wait
until after lunch time; but then, on
the other hand, there was not very
much going on at this time of year to
occupy his lordship, and she was afraid
his impatient soul would bring him to
look after bis prey as early as he con
veniently could.
And Amelia Harris was perfectly
right, for just as she was passing the
Klngsbrldge Ilarracks on her way city
wards, Lord Aylmer's carriage stopped
at the door of Pulaeo'Mansions. Esther
saw It draw up.
"Nurse," she said, going softly Into
the little dressing-room where the
nurse sat crooning over the baby by
tho tire, "will you answer the door for
i1 down In her In it'1 of lunrls. hIio won i
" din d wh ii was that hmi.u-mulilrt wue I
HE mil. b I a c I.
folds of Mrs. Cluv
erton's new morn
ing gown trailed
after her, as she
w o re It d o w n
stairs for the Hist
time, with an ele
gance that put Its
wearer in a line
mood. She had risen
In anything but n
blithe humor, for her dinner last night
bad proved a disastrous failure, thanks
to the fact that her guest of honor had
failed her at the last moment. There
had been no good leason for the thing
having fallen Hat even then, for the
rest of the people she had asked weie
certainly most congenial. Hut It was
toward the end of the season and. per
haps, they were getting weary of each
other. Moreover, when they had come
with the Idea that they were going to
meet a llou It certainly was a disap
pointment to lliul only the same men
and women whom they had met every
where for the last three months.
Hence Mrs. (iaverton had fretted her
maid, scorned her toast and tlnally end
ed In a frightful pet. till her eyes hap
pened to light on the last new tea
gown. That was a diversion, nt least,
and the lovely creation of sheeny atln
and billows of creamy lace succeeded
In smoothing away the fretful linen
about Its mistress' forehead with a
man clous suddeuiuss.
The gown was paitlciihirly fortunate
in the way It trailed In the back, nnil
Mrs. Cluvrton, with a cautions peep to
see that the butler was not In Hi" lower
hall, went down step after step, with
her head turned back In nipt lontcni
platlon of the luxurious folds, gliding
gracefully over the rich. old. polished
oak of the staircase. In tho library
she stepped with stately tread up nnil
down over the soft, deep rugs, each
moment growing more and more con
vluced that, even though her cheeks
were losing a little of their color, her
shoulders and the line at hor waist
were as distinguished us ever. And
then, just when the salvo of content
ment promised to sooth the lacerated
feelings of my lady, poor Mrs. Clave r
ton was unfortunate enough to pull all
her happiness down In a ruin over her
ears; for, an she stopped to lean her
arm against the mantel In front of the
open llreplace, iu order to get a closer
peep at her treasure of a dressmaker s
skillful arrangement of becoming lace
close about her long neck, the tloiitice
edging of the sleeve of the proclaim
new gown fell back, with a cruel lack
of appreciation of tho situation, and
left rellected there In the mirror Just
beyond a poor, thin, ied elbow, with Itn
knotty point all too vivid to leave
any room iu Its owner's mind for the
hope that she was not growing older
after all.
Mrs. Clavcrton set her teeth with a
iclnus snap, and she tugged so sav
agely at the hateful lace frill that It
V MrW X,'!
me? Amelia has gone, it Is Lord AyU
(To bo Continued.)
IHaKiiimlnjc Dlxcukr.
A medical man, far ahead of his
pat by and bin training, unable accu
rately to diagnose n disease which had
foi a long time bullied hlin, tried an ex
periment. Helng an expert bacteriolo
gist, and knowing by sight the Infinit
esimal atoms that live to destroy hu
man life, he put the patient Into a Rus
sian bath, allowed him to remain un
til he was drenched with perspiration,
and then scraped IiIh skin to secure, If
possible, through the exudation a sufll
elent number of bacilli to enable him
to determine the nature of the nllment
from which his patient suffered. So
many to the square inch meant danger,
nnil by a simple process of mathematic
al calculation, he soon discovered the
enemy that was. sapping the strong
holds of life. He estimated that mil
lions of bacilli were washed out of the
body by those streams of perspiration.
Having established this as a fact, he
made It his practice to examine all
obscure cases In the same way. If the
system Is overcharged with bacilli and
the perspiration furnishes courses up
on which they lloat from the body,
surely this ought to he one of tho
most accurate methods of diagnosing
doubtful cases. That the perspiration
of human beings Is poisonous is an ad
mitted fact. Small animals are readily
killed by subcutaneous Injections of
perspiration collected ufter violent ex
enise. Hume, Nwcrt llomr.
Maglstrate-You admit that you en
tered the house of the prosecuting wit
ness by the door at 2 o'clock In the
morning? Prisoner -- Yes, your honor.
Magistrate- What business had you
there at that time of night? Prisoner
I thought it was my own bouse. Magis
trate Then why did you, when this
lady approached, leap through the win
dow, Jump into the cistern, and hide
yourself? Prlsimer- Your honor, J
thought It was my wife.- Tit-Hits.
Ill- Otti'il It to II I m.
"What u distinguished looking mar.
your father Is! His white hair glvei
him such an uilstocratlu look!"
The Dissipated Son "Yes, and he
ctys thank me for It." Tlt-Ults.
I VI $'
parted in her Impatient lingers and re
vealed tho poor elbow staring out In
all Its denuded ugliness.
"That settles that," snnpped Mrs.
Clavcrton to herself, as she threw her
self into a chair and cuddled her help
less arm down In the charity of a big
silk pillow; "any woman who doesn't
know enough to make u sleeve long
enough to be right run't expect any
more work from me. What kind of a
diessmaker Is she, anyway. If she
hasn't sense enough to put on an extra
Inch if a woman's arm is getting a
trille thin? I've been going too much
and sleeping too little this winter. I
must get away this Lent, and live on
milk and porridge till Easter. It's a
shame that Providence made a woman
out of a bone in the beginning, and
then keeps on reminding her of It
through all tho ages."
There came u light click on the pol
ished lloor without, mid Mrs. Claverton
looked up to see Nannie, her new maid,
stop Irresolutely in the doorway.
"I I didn't know you had come
down, ma'am," stammered the girl, as
elio turned all rosy iu that exaspernt
lngly becoming way the girl had. "I
was going to clean the chandelier."
MrB. Clnveiton hesitated. It wasn't
pleasant to sit In a room while a ser
vant manipulated a lot of soap suds,
brushes and old cloths before one's
eyes. She had decided to spend the
long, rainy morning there in the li
brary before the wood lire. Yes. the
girl could do it some other time It was
such a nuisance, anyway, that maids
and butlers always did their work iu
such an ostentatious way. It would
have been so ntiiih better if they would
have got through with It when the
family was in bed, or out of town. A
woman never knew when she might
come Into her own house without run
ning against a man with a feather dus
ter in his hand, or a girl with an odoi
of gasoline about her. Still, Mrs. Clav
erton sighed resignedly; mid informed
the maid she might as well do It thou
as any other Inopportune time. It had
breu neglected long enough.
Nannie Hushed again, but dragged
.her little set of steps to the middle of
the room and began In her apologetic,
timid manner the polishing of the glit
tering arrangement of brass and crys
tal above her head. Mrj. oiaverton
watched her dreamily. She didn't con
feet; It even to herself, but some wny,
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i Hill II lllll ?ll II im-i vjlll nip. mini..-, in.'.
, wh.. eon their pink print gowns could
not coiii'fiil the fiesh. young rouiulncM
of their wiilsls. The mistress of the
bouse was rapidly becoming a mural
anarchist, with a mighty feminine de
sire to tear Into lilts uny luw of nature
which allowed menials to have pink
cheeks uiul snowy throats, while all
the millions of her husband couldn't
eradicate the tell-tale Hues In front of
ears ami across her tluout.
Poor Nannie, who wasn't wise
enough to discover what was really
mount by the spiteful gleuni littering
thiotigh my lady's half-closed eyes,
nevertheless was cruelly conscious Hint
she wns under some bitter disapproval,
and her lingers nil nt once grew clumsy
and slow. As she felt the relentless
eyes bore deeper and deeper Into her
defenseless self h"r nervousness In
creased ami she ended by dropping her
soap with a splash into tier pail of
warm water. Mrs. Claverton gave an
angry little "Take cine!" mid made as
though some of III' loathsome stuff had
dashed on to the beautiful gown, al
though Nunnle knew perfectly well
that not a drop of It hud come within
a couple of yards of the fastidious lady.
Still, the accident deprived her of her
last vestige of composure and. as she
climbed to tho top of her steps again,
she set her foot on the hem of her
gown mid ii snarling little lent tore
-.Igziigs through the thin fabric.
"Stupid! What Is the mutter with
you, uny way?" uinie Mrs. Claserton's
quick voice again; that voice which
her friends thought so suave ami gen
tle. Poor Nannie's big blue eyes llllcil
and she bit her quivering Up till the
snowy teeth threatened to do Irtepar
ablo Injury to the tendei red tlcsli. Hut
without a word she lifted her round
arms to tlulr woru again anil soon
there was no sound Iu the long room
he.voud the occasional clink of tho bur
nished chandelier, as Its prisms, span
gles and tiny cnaliis glittered under
the nervous lingers.
Peace hovered close above the trou
bled scene for a few minutes, and all
might have gone well If Nannie, Iu an
attempt to reach the highest tip of the
glittering rod, had not succeeded lt
loosing her sleeve, till It fell hack half
way to the shoulder, revealing the
most captivating elbow over made; It
was so soft, so smooth, with the deep
est dimple at the very tip, and a hint
ol another at the Inner bend, where (he
slight rosiness of Hie skin began to
melt Into the (lawless white of the up
per arm.
Mrs. Claverton saw, and sb dug her
own poor elbow deeper into the do
leuseless cushion. Thou unconscious
Nannie lifted her lovely arms blghir,
and the other sleeve slipped back, be
traying a twin to the Ileal lovely elbow,
which might have outvied Its mate. If
that had been possible. Mis. Cluvee-
tou started forward iu her chair, with
a Herce little sound, not exactly a word
and certainly nothing so unlovely sis
a hiss. Hut whatever It was It was
sharp enough to startle the sensitive
maid, and as a consequence one of the
costly glass globes dropped from her
taper lingers and broke In a thousand
bits on the lloor,
Mrs, Claverton herself didn't know
what she said, but It relieved her pent
up feelings when the poor little crea
ture crept from the room with her
hateful sunny head bowed with sobs.
Nannie told her mother that she had
been discharged because she had
"broke a big chiny lamp shade." Hut
tho real cause of her dismissal lay in
tlie fact that Mrs. Claverton's gown
tniiker wasn't tactful.
tlU.igri'culilp Humor I'liiiors u ;Vtting 'Tno
Trundle In rtiiln-rlyV I'Iiki.,
They tell this St. Patrick's Day story
of Dennis Flaherty. Originally a resi
lient iu well an a native of County
Wlcklow, Ireland. Denis Is now tho
keeper of a largo saloon over In West.
Madison street. For the purposes of
this story II is also well to add that
Dennis Is u loyul citizen of I he United
Stales and it ii ardent lover of the em
era hi isle. Everyone wore the green
about Mr. Flaherty's: place on St. Pat
lick's Day. The proprietor was adorn
ed witli an artlllelal shamrock In green
silk, each of the two bartenders sport
ed u green ribbon on his vest lapel,
mid every Irishman who stood long be
fore the bar biro the prevailing color
In some manner or had forcible atten
tion drawn to his delinquency before,
long. It was Into this atmosphere of
affection for Erin that three young
men wandered early In the evening.
They were not Irish, but wheii they
looked about them and saw that the
green was In favor It occurred to the
wag of the trio that he and his com
panions could make a hit by falling In
with the lelgnlng spirit, "(live us somo
whisky bo sure It Is Irish," he said to
the bartender nearest him. "Yes, of
course, ninke mine Irish, loo," said one
of his friends. Proprietor Flaherty
looked pleased. Wo was standing at
the end of the bar, beaming along the
line of customers. "And lit have Irish
whisky," said the third young fellow.
For (he space of half a minute he could
have secured it gift of half the saloon's
stock from tho tickled owner. Hut a
fatal humorous Hash came to him, and
ho added: "Throw In a dash of orange
bitters." When the crowd pulled Mr
Flaherty and his two bartenders from
the upper side of the three young men
and the proprietor had dusted off li Is
elolhea mid recovered his breath, he
remarked: "Orange hitters, Is it? Thf
stuff would make you sick, youn
.iM-iiriini'rM .n Drrrlt fill.
One of our soldier readers sends us
a story of one of his comrades, a pri
vate, who recently found himself an
Inmate of a military hospital. Im
mensely pleased with his altered condi
tions ami blissfully conscious that his
pay was steadily running on, he felt
positively grieved one morning to Unit
himself feeling aa well as ever ho did.
The doctor paid his usual visit with
the clinical thermometer, which found
a resting place under Tommy Atkins'
tongue. While tho physicians' atten
tion was distracted, however, the In
strument was gently transferred to n
basin of hot tea standing near, and
after a few moments deftly returned
mid finally handed hack with the mer
cury rigid at 11!0. "Great heavens,"
exclaimed tlie doctor, aghast, his pro
fessional calmness rudely shattered.
"You ought to be stone dead, man. No
body was ever known to live at any
thing like that. Got to bed, quick.
Your ense Is a desperate one." London
IiiIIit TIiiiii or Yorr, Hut 1'ri-tty inn
The new styles In petticoats are be
wilderliigly pretty; better still, they
are eminently sensible in material
cut. Silk Is the favorite material, and
as there never was a time when sill
could be bought so cheap, It is quit)
possible, even for the vvman who hut
to consult economy, to have several
Fashion requires Hint linings of trn
doth suits this year shall he of con
Hasting silk, ami one of the ne.wes
fads Is to have a petticoat to wea
under the gown of the same color u
the gown Itself, but Just a shade o
two lighter. All these me fuller thni
they were, but the fullness Is gatherei
Into a small space at the hack, quit
like the skirt of the gowns, mid th
lit over the stomach and tho hips 1
carefully attended to. A deep Span
Ish tlounce Is still the fashion, hut th
skirt Itself extends under the tlounc
now. One or more rullles to trim th
llouiice and Just as many Inside ruchei
or little flounces, us can be put o
are added.
Iaco Insertion Is very much uscd
hlack laces on the flounces of pctt'
coats to wear with street gowns, whit
lace on those to wear with light gown
In the house. In all the petticoat
there Is some attempt at wiling, eltlu
with a feather hone run through Jui
above and Junt below the flounce, (
the dress extenders, put Into tho hac ,
breadths, so that the petticoat hanf
out full and wide. The objection oftc
raised that silk petticoats are too col
for winter wear is quite done uwn
with by lining them with flannel t
far as the knee. This docs not nd
to the weight mid yet gives suhiclci
warmth. In all styles It Is most io
portant that the petticoats be cut t
lit the dress If a "smart" effect Is d
A l.u Whirl.
First Shade Dorothy's wings a
ways look well. What does she do
keep thorn so nice? Second Shade
Trades 'em every season for a ne,
pair.- Life.
Could Nol linlih- ii I'lntv.
A certain incident connected with
the great Napoleon, while he was In
exile in Elba, Is commemorated In the
Island, to this hour, by an Inscription
afllxed to the wall of a peasant's
house: "A man named Glaconi was
plowing when the famous exile came
along one day, and expressed his In
terest In the work. Napoleon even
took the plowshare out of the man's
hand and attempted to guide it himself.
Hut the oxen refused to obey him,
turned the plow and spoiled the fur
row. The Inscription runs thus: "Na
poleon the Grent, passing by this place
In MDOCOXIV., took in the neighbor
ing Held a plowshare from the hands
of a peasant, and himself tried to nm
the plow, but the oxen, rebellious to
those hands which yet had guided Eu
rope, headlong fled from the furrow."
Olio Thliic Hurc.
She Do you think the north pole
will ever bo discovered? Ho Not us
long us people are willing to pay to
hear men tell how they didn't find it.
Love laughs at locksmiths, but when
the lover bolts there's apt to be a
breach of promise
A little south side girl was standli
nt the window ns a druyload of hid
was passing by. Running Into the ne
room she exclaimed: "Oh, mamrn
there goes u whole pile of cows' ove
Tommy, aged three, was playing o
on the lawn one evening and, happe
Ing to sec a shooting star for the fir;
time, he ran into the house exclalr!
Ing: "Mamma, mamma; tome her?
quick; God jes' let one of his sta
Llttl four-year-old Grade had bej
sitting very quiet for some tinio, j.r,
Ingly lost In thought. "Wlut yi
thinking about, dear?" asked h
mother. "Oh," she replied, "I was Ju
wundeiing where the todays go win
they get to bo yesterdays."
An observing girl of llvo was vis!
Ing one of her playmates who own
an orgulnette, and sho was very mui
taken with It. On her return home si
di scribed it to her mother as a m
chine in which they poked porous plal
tors and ground them up Into music.
Little Wllllo UlsllkcU to attei
school, so one morning he thoucnt
would play off sick. "What is tho mai
tor with you, Willie?" aiked his mot
er. Not knowing a wholo vocabulary
ailments to select from, on the spur
the moment he replied: "Why, i
teeth Itch."
A bright little fellow of five who til
been engaged In a combat with nnoth
l;i.y was reproved by hLs mother, wl
nun mm no oiigui to unvo waited u
til the other boy commenced it. "Wei
replied the youthful hero. "If I'd wait
for mm to begin It there wouldd
have been no fight."
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