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What Dame Fashion Is Offering
Dei Delitti
Wonders of the Heavens
E Delle Pene
-.STUNNING STYLES DESCIlinRD IlY OLIVETTE.:
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THE BEE: OMAHA, FRIDAY, JANUARY 1G, 1014.
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On the right tills effective dress has n draped
tklrt of black chnrmcuso with a short tunic effect
in velvet; tho bodleo Is of blnck lace finished with
a wide eclnturo of rose-colored taffetas embroid
ered In gold; gold embroidered, too, nro tho rovers
of bluo velvet.
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Ily HKV. THOMAS It. (IKKfiOHY.
It wim 150 years no. January 13. lTflt.
that the celebrated treatise, Del Oel.ttl o
della Pene (On Crimes anil Punishment)
was given to the world.
It Is safe to ray
thnt It human hap
piness Is a holy
thing a holler book
titan Uoccnrla's tei
Dcllttl o della Peno
was never written,
for from the first
day on whirh It
was published it
has worked might
ily for human Joy
and peace.
Tho worst night
mare vision of hell
and lt devils was
never more fearful than wero the actual
conditions nmonit men during the thou
sand years prior to Bcccarla's birth. In
1735. Throughout this long period tlie
world hnd been one great torture-pen,
filled with the groans and lamentations
of thoo who were being tortured by the
liveried agents of church and state.
This disgraceful condition prevailed
down to tho middle of tho eighteenth
century, when such men as .Montesquieu,
Voltnlre. Boyle, Oldcrof and Uecrarla
aworo that It should cease.
With his heart almost breaking nt the
thought of the suffering of his fellow
men, and with his brain afire with Indig
nation over tho could-bloodcd brutalities
of tho authorities, Hcccarla wrote and
published his immortal book "On Crimes
and Punishments."
Tho effect wus Instantaneous, its In
fluence raseed over Europe like wildfire
through a forest. notwithstanding the met
that It had been placed on tho "Index."
Tho empress of Itussln abolished tor
ture In her domlnlono; Frederick of Pius
la did the same, and Leopold of Tuscany
followed suit. Within a few months thn
book passed through six or seven editions.
All the leading men of the different Kit
ropean nations read It, nnd were con
vinced by Its unanswerable arguments
It touched their hearts nnd convinced
their reason. In a word, It Is tq
Beccarla's book that wr owe tho reform
of tho penal codes of Europe and the
world.
And yet of the great-hearted Italian
Philanthropist who did so much for hu
manity, how few are the memorials. In
tho parks and public squuVes of the great
cities of earth stand splendid monuments
designed to perpetuate the memory of
warriors, politicians, historians, poets
and statesmen, who undoubtedly did
muoh for tho material and Intellectual
advancement of mankind, hut whero are
the memorials to the man who did so
much to prevent unmerited sorrow, and
who stands almost first among the vic
tor In the age-long struggle for human
happiness as against the brutal nnd un
feeling laws which had so long n time
maddened men with their Jnfernal tor
tures? t
Heccnrla was born In Milan, In which
city he died In 1793, at the age of OS years.
Cbnrnctrrlstlc Types.
Phrenologist (encaged In feeling client's
head) Vou havo mnvnltudlnouH powers
for observation, mngnitudlnnus. sir!
Client Piffle! That's exactly what
I yn.i told tho follow before me, nnd tho
'othr fellow before him.
"Exactly, sir! ICxactly! All threo of
you aro representative types of the men
who crowd together on a curb near a
(liusv street corner to watch hobble-
sicinen womTi citinu mum iiiu aurci i-uia.
Bt. Loula itepubllc.
"in tho afternoon frock on tho left violet char
nteuso forms the draped skirt and tho quaint llttlo
coatee of this pretty frock; there Is a long tunic of
indusselino do sole pllsseo In the snme color, this
material appearing again. in tho bodleo under tho
chiu-nicusc coatee; a beautiful shade of cyclamen
is used for the cclnturc.
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Little Bobbie's Pa
. Hy WILLIAM l KIRK.
Human nature Is a very funny thing,
fled Pa, & Jest wen a man thinks he
has a good grasp on human natur he
finds out sumthlng new about the In
stitushun that throws him way off tho
track,
I am glad to see you willing to admit
that onst Ip awhile yuro vrunderful brnln
is baffled, red Ma, & what Is it that
has upset the mental workings of my
Sockrates this trip?
Oh, my old pul Doc Wellington, sed Pa.
I don't know wether it Is approaching
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Physicians have prescribed Resinol for
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d'mlrul?, torn, ulcen, burn, woundi,
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old age that has turned his hed, or the
rapid nge that we aro living In, or what
It Is, but he has an idea in his hed that
ho shud have been a poet Instead of u
doctor.
That Is often the case, ted Ma. I have
known men & wlmmen that were reely
Bplendld In thare line, but they wqre al
ways wanting to bo sumthlng else, the
salm ns old Joe Jefferson, the grate
actor, thinking that he shud have been
a painter insted.
Yes, that is so, sed Pa. You know Doc
Wellington Is one of the finest doctors
that ewer struck tho big town. Ho has
beecum welthy at the practice of medi
cine, & nas salved many thousands of
lives, hut I newer knew till yesterday
that he had a big hunch that he can
rlto poetry. He is going to bring sum
of tho poeces he rote onver to tho house
tonlte, sed Pa. & I suppose I will havo
to llssen to them. I wish thare was sum
way that I cud stall out of It, but I
feer thare Isent a chanst.
Jest then Pa's trend, Doctor Welling
ton, came. Ho is our fambly doctor &
ho newer sed anything bcefoar about
rltelng poetry, so Pa & Ma & me all
listened wen he had got sat down & was
cmoaklng & started to reed his poetry.
I am only a little boy, but I cud tell
beefoar he had red vary many lines that
he wosent no poetry rlter. This Is the
flrft peeco he red:
When Babylon was all In bloom
Before It had to meet its doom
A prince and princess met ono day
& jest to pass the time away
Tla. In 'hn Hi.nset low St dim
He kissed her cheeks ana she kissed
him.
The prince and princess are no moar,
Thay were burled in the Unya of yore.
But oh, my sweetheart, doant you think
I am that Habylonlan gink
And you the princess that he kissed
Out In the evening's gentle mist?
If this here thecry you'll allow.
Wo mite as well start kissing now.
I think this is awful cute, sed Ma.
Reed us tome moar, doctor. Ho the doctor
red-
I cannot think my love is dead and
gone,
T seem to see her. standing In the dawn.
The sun Is shining o,i her golden hed,
I cannot think my love fs gone & ded.
Bhe seema so neer, so vary neer my
side.
I cannot think my love has went and
died,
The doctor red a lot moar of poems
like that & after he was gone Ma laffed
& sed to Pa, it Is a good thing that Doc
Wellington Is a better doctor than he is
a poet or thare wud be a lot of deths
around here
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Tabloid Tales
Hy FRANCES L. CARBIDE.
What, mother, Is meant by a "house
party?" I read of It often these days.
A house party, child, Is one where the
hostess ban to worry about sheets, as well
as tablecloths.
What, motht r, is a debutante?
It is a name, my dear, given to a girl
when sho la about IS years old and which
makes her much harder to get along
with than If sho goes by the old-fash
ioned name of "one of the young uns."
Ono of those openings lit thnt great shell of light, tho sun, through which wo sco tho dark metallic vapor
clouds of our chief luminary: A typical Niin-spot highly magnified.
Sunlight Is attrlbulablo to a moro covering of
white-hot fire-clouds, which possoss in UicmBolvoa
a tomporaturo estimated at 17,000 dogrocB Fahren
heit. Tho majority of sun-spots aro nothing mora
than grent openings, or holes, lu this shot of light,
and through thorn wo survey tho sun's Inner dark'
ness. Jusi as carbon Is om ployed as tho ngent for
producing tho artificial light of tho Incandescent
lamp, so In tho brilliant solar shell exactly tho
samo olumont is found as the agent of tho sun's
light and heat-giving powor. Ono of Uio principal
substances in tho mntcrlal universe, carbon Ib also
asoclatod with earthly llfo lu ovpry phnse. It was
reported tho other day, from San Joao, Cal., that
a sun-spot, with an estimated area of 40,9,936,700
squaro miles, had boon discovered by Rather Jor
omo Hlcard of Santa Clara college.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox on Looking
Backward Says Face the Future
What, mother. Is a compliment?
It is that gentle art, my child, that if
used with nicety as a handle will open
any door.
'What, mother, Is a bookmark?
It Is anything, child, which a woman
uses to mark the place between tho
pages of uplift literature.
Hut, mother mine, what la It called
when tho literature Is not uplift?
You are so unsophisticated, little one. A
bookmark Is never used between the
pnnea of trashy literature for the reason
that after the reader begins to read, the
book la not put down till the end is
reached. I am old, and I have seen many
books, but I never saw a bookmark In a
trashy novel.
Who, mother. Is the Ideal wife?
It Is the wife, my child, who when her
husband shaves and puts on his dress
suit and says he Is going out to help a
friend dig a well, believes him.
What, mother, Is the Important differ
ence between the sympathy of a mother
and that of a father?
I Father, my child, has to have had the
. measles to be able to sympathize with the
children, and mother doesn't.
What is meant by the Blue Pencil?
It la that, My Child, which every one
needs but that only those unfortunate
beings who work on newspapers receive.
Pointed I'aravrupha,
And many a man ! sold without getting
nis pnee.
Some self-nrwde men evidently did the
;ot m me aarK.
It's easier to talk than it is to acquire
l lie woou sawing nau;i
Don't do nny worrying todav that you
;ran pit on tin tomorrow
Uy ELLA WIIEELEK WILCOX.
Copyright, 19H, by Star Company.
Retrospection nnd Introspection seem to
come with tho holiday season. We lovo
to look backward, to recall old scenes
and old faces. Tho tendency of the hu
man heart, at this
time of year, Is to
spread the table of
memory with rc
gtcts, and to feast
upon melancholy
thoughts.
The holidays aro
holy days to many
people, who devoto
them to the mem
ories of missing
ores.
We cannot expect
hearts that aro
bleeding with re
cent wounds to feel
any Joy In this season.
But we can urge those who mourn for
the dead to remember tho living ana
cover the bleeding wound, when possible
from sight.
A mother who has lost one child need
not shadow the holiday season for those
remaining, who nie too young to fcol
sorrow so deeply, by darkening tho home
and refusing to think or talk of anything
but tho departed dear one.
Let her ask herself If that dear one
would want her loss deplored In such a
manner?
Would she be happy In hor snblts
realm, among the angelic hosts," If ' she
knew her earth home was shrouded'' In
darkness, and that all those sho loved on
earth were turning their eyes away from
the light and thinking only of the grave?
Other sorrows besides death show their
faces to the eyes of tho soul at this sea
son. Old ambitions, o'.d friendships, old loves,
old dreams, that have been too fragile to
stand the wear and tear of the years,
como forth from the grave of the' past
and confront us.
The old ambition sneers perhaps be
cause we turned away before It wbb at
tained. The old friendship whispers
"faithless;" the old lovo "fickle;" tho old
dream sighs, "why did you awaken?"
Kach must bo answered and sent back
to Its grave
To the o!d ambition we must answer,
"You led to the wrong path for my best
dovclppmcnt. My failure has taught me
more than would you, had I uttulncd
you. I am going forth to a. grcutcr
goal."
To tho old friendship, "You wore not
strong enough to hold mc. Nothing that
Is of absoluto worth to tho soul is ever
lost. I wk not fuithicss; I only found
my path led in other directions."
To the old lovo, "I was not flcklo. You
wero only a prairie fire, und 1 fled to
escape being devoured by you, Tho light
you cast upon my way was not from the
great source."
To tho old drenm, "I was weary with
sleep. So 1 pwokc. , To know Is better
than to dream." .
And, having answered nil the plianloniB
Kt
Memory's Mansion
Uy KLLA WIIKHLHIt WILCOX.
In Memory's Mansion are wonderful rooms,'
And we wandor about them at will;
And pauso nt tho casoments, where boxes of blooms
Are sending -sweet scents o'er tho sill.
Wo loan from a window that looks on a lawn;
From a turret that looks on the wave.
Hut draw down tho shado when wa coo on some glade
A stono standing guard by a grave.
To Memory's attic I clambered ono day
When tho roof wan resounding with rain,
And there, among relics long hidden away,
I rummaged with lioarlaoho tfhd pain.
A liopo long surrendered and covered with dust,
A pastime, outgrown and forgot,
Aiid a fragm.ont.of love all corroded with rust,
Wore lying beaped up In ono spot.
And there on tho floor of that garret was toieed
A friendship too fragile to last,
Willi pieces of dearly-bought pleasures that cost
. Vast fortunes of pain In the past, 4
A fabric of passion, onto vivid and bright,
- Ah tho heart of n robin In spring, (
Was spread out before mo a torrlble sight-
A moth-eaten rag of a thing. ''
Then down the deep stairway I hurriedly went,
And Into fair chamboru below;
Hut tho mansion seemed filled with the old attic scent
Whorovor my footsteps would go.
Though In Memory's House I still wandor full oft,
No more to tho garret I climb;
And I leave all the rubbish heaped there in tho loft
To tho hands of the Housekeeper, Time.
nnd bid them ndleu, then we must turn
our fares to tha spirit of the coming
days and greet the retlnuo of attendants
about us.
Courage, hopo. new ambitions, new
truths, new thoughts, new resolves, per
sistence and .patience having greeted
thorn all and bid them welcome, we must
walk forth into the sunlight, believing
absolutely In tho future, and refusing to
look backward,
No past was over so great and won
derful as any future may be.
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