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PRELUDE.
"Her deck was crowded -with, desotirlng
souls, . i
And in the hollow pau3e3 of tie storm "
We heard their ptoroinsr cries.1
' "Boom! Boom!" sounded forth the
ship's gun. A shipwreck! Ah, who
oould saccDssf ally describe it, bat those
Via have experienced all its horrors.
An air of complete helplessness per
vaded the ill-starred vessel, as every
soul on board realized that it -was, per
haps, only a matter of a few minutea
Are tha wild foam-erested -waves would
entirely cover the fast-sinking Bhip
pith iis burden of human freight.
. Two girls, standing apart from the
other passengers, gazed at each other
with looks of despair.
"Oh, Inez!" exclaimed the fairor of
She two. 'Th ey are lowering the boats.
- Perhap3 there is still a chance for us.
We may even yet reach the shore of
America, and, whatever happens, we
will keep together! Will we not?"
"That remains to be seen," returned
Inez. "At a time like this every one
must look out for himself. If it im
possible, to find a place in one of the
boats. I meaa to secure it. I'll carrj
t$d satchel."
"Oh, Inez, wait for me 1" cried the
frightened girl, as her companion hur
ried to the side of the boat in the hope
of securing a place for herself.
"Room for one more!" called ou
one of the men.
As Inez hastened forward and wac
assisted into the boat,-her companion
cried:
"Oh, don't go and leave me here tc
drown all alone."
"Lookout for yourself!" returned
Inez. fiYou see that there is no more
- 'roora in this boat.' ' ,
"Cony?, miss," said the man who
had assisted the women, "I think I
eaa make room for you."
' To the unspeakable relief of the
frightened girl, she at last found her
self beside her companion, who evi
dently wished to leave her behind ia
the ill-fated ship.
'Oh, Inez!" she said. "It almost
" seemed as if you wished me to drown.
Why did you try to exclude me from
this boat?"
"Bscause it was overcrowded. How
absurd you are! You are a little cow
ard "But there is
and see, that is
must those poor
only one more boat;
filled alreadyl How
souls feel that are left
on the ship to see their last
hope slip
How fast
ping away? Look, Inez I
she is sinking!" Leaning forward,
with tear-filled eyes, looking at the
boat, which was rapidly disappearing
beneath the mountains of water that
was sweeping over its decks, she ex
claimed: "Heaven help them! If
live, I'll never forget .this, terrible
scene, nor cease to hear their - piteous
voices raised in prayers and entreaties. "
'If yon live ! You may.well say 'if.'
I donbt whether this boat will outlive
.the wind."
VBe careful there!" cried the man
who was doing his best to steer the
boat."
At that juncture there was a rustle
in the opposite end of the boat, and
before any one was aware of it, some
one shouted:
I "Lady overboard!"
"Do you see her? Has she come up
yet?" was a3ked by a dozen at once.
No; I fear she' has gone down to
come up no more," answered some
body in the crowd. ,
The face of Inez was as White as
death, for it was her companion who
-had been so unfortunate.
Was it merely a coincidence that
Inez had her hand on her companion's
arm when she had. so unexpectedly
fallen overboard?
However, the girl sobbed quite suc
cessfully behind her handkerchief for
awhile, and those who inquired who
the poor girl was were told that she
was merely an acquaintance that she
had formed on the . voyage-a Miss
Joansen.
The sea soon became calmer, and
. the officer in the boat told them that if
all continued well they would reach
the shore of America before very long.
A look of triumph flashed over Inez's
f aoe as she kept firm hold of the satchel
belonging to her unfortunate friend,
while from many hearts a silent thanks
j giving went up to God who had seen
fit to spare their lives. '
CHAPTER I.
- KENTWOOI FABK.
, r On that bright summer day Brent
wood Park was looking its best. At
least so thought Eric Brentwo'od as he
' sauntered down, the shady avenue that
led from the house to the massive entrance-gate.
His handsome, high-bred
face wore a preoooupied look, as if his
- thoughts were not entirely centered
on the beauty of the park and its sur
roundings. - He took a letter. from his inside poc
ket and perused its contents.
v,Bo we are to have an addition to
our household," he sa;d half aloud.
''I don't altogether fancy the idea.
. Yet why should I object to having a
young lady in the family? The old
place is rather dull with only mother
and myself, besides the servants, and,
no doubt, the coming of this young
girl will liven things up a bit. At any
r ate, she is coming, and all that re
mains to be done is to make he" beet of
it and to see that the poor, motherless
little thing -does not feel . herself an
unwelcome guest. Let me see. jagain
consulting the open letter la hi tana,
If
V. GREYS OM
She is to arrive this eveninar. Of
course I must send the carriage to the
station to meet her." .
The last word had scarcely left his
lips ere he heard the roll of carriage
wheels, and, looking up, saw the old
conveyance that belonged to the station-master
coming up the road.
"Ah! A new arrivall" he mur
mured. "By Jove! The rickety old
affair is stopping right here at oui
very gates! It can't be- "
Before he had finished the sentence,
the driver, jumping down from hia
seat, opened the door of the vehicle,
and out stepped a slender, girlish
form robed 'in a black, tight-fitting
gown that only served to enhance the
dark beauty of her face.
Eric stood spellbound for a second
or two; but, recovering himself, he ad
vanced to the gate and held out his
hand.
Ton are Hiss Danton ?" he inquired,
politely lifting his hat.-
"Tes,' she answered in a steady
tone. '
"Welcome to Brentwood Park! I
regret that you were obliged to make
use of that uncomfortable old convey
ance; but, if you remember you
stated in your letter that you would
arrive bylhe evening train, else the
carriage would have been at the station
to convey you to the Park."
"Yes, I did intend to wait unvll the
four-twenty train; but I changed my
mind and came earlier. I hope I have
out you to no inconvenience by so
doing,"
she said, with a charming
smile.
"Not at all, Miss Danton.
we will go to my mother."
Come;
"You are Mr. Brentwood, then?"
she inquired.
"Ah! I beg your pardon for not
acquainting you with that faet. I am
Erio Brentwood, at your service,"
making a bow that would have done
honor to a king,
"So this is
which I have
mamma speak.
Brentwood Park, of
so often heard poor
Surely, Mr. Brent
reason to be proud of
wood, you have
your home.
"I am proud of it, Miss Danton.
I think the Park the most beautiful
place in the world."
"I think so too," she said. And to
herself she added: "I would like to
be its mistress. Who knows but that
I will be, some day?"
Arriving at the house, Erio ushered
her into the presence of his mother,
who was reclining in an easy chair in
the library.
"Mother, this is Miss Danton, whom
we have been expecting."
"So thi3 is Valerie Danton'a daugh
ter!" she exclaimed, coming forward.
'Welcome to Brentwood, my dear! I
rould never have recognized vou by
your mother, child," she added, gaz
ing at the dark piquant beauty of the
girl before her. "You have not one
feature of dear Valerie, as I remember
her when" we attended school togeth
er. But I suppose you resemble your
deceased father, whom I neversaw,
as your mother lived abroad, after
her marriage. You mentioned in
your letter that, before your poor
Siother died, she wrtte a letter to be
delivered to me. If you have it in
your satchel, you may give it to me. "
"Yes, here it is. Poor mamma so
often oke . of you as the dearest
friend she ever had, and always said
that she would rather trust me to
your care than to any one else on
earth," wiping a tear from her eye.
"Poor Valerie 1 How I wish I
could have seen her once more. Come,
my dear, I will show you to your
room, for you must be tired."
As they left the room, Erio Brent-,
wood gazed after them with a far-away
look in his handsome eyes.
"What a beautiful girl!" he mused.
'Andyet, there is an indefinable some
thing about her that I do not like; and
if asked what it is, I could not ex
plain. But I feel that the coming of
this a Irl ' will work some evil. No
doubt I am a superstitious sort off
person; nevertheless, I' cannot subdue I
the feeling. She excites a feeling of
mingled admiration and repugnance."
A few minutes later, his mother re
turned to the library, with the letter
written to her by Valerie Danton still
in her hand.
' t "Come, Eric, we will read this mes
sage from my ear jld friend."
Ypu read, motherwhile I listen,"
Tearing off the envelope, she opened,
the, folded sheet and read the follow
ing words:
"Dsas olj Fbibk: When you read this,
I shall be eold and stiff ia death. As you
nave doubtless heard, I have bsen a widow
for three years, and now I am about to
join my dear husband. Bat Breta what
will become of her? Bear friend, whom I
loved in the old daysr I beg of you to look
after my daughter. There is not much
that I have to bequeath to her, but It is
sufficient to take her across the ocean and
to keep her in food and clothing for, at
least, two years, when she may be able to
and a place as governess. Bat I wish her
to be under your eare-I want you to givo
her a home, so that she may not feel as it
she were entirely adrift. I shall direct her
to come to you after my death, and if one
spark of the old love remains, hear my
prayer and receive the- blessing of your
fast-sinking friend. Valerie Dasto."
Tears were standing in Mrs. Brent
wood's eyes when she finished read
ing. -
"Poor Valerie!" - she' murmmod.
"How fihe must have loved mo tc
trust her daughter to my care! She
seems like a nice girl. You like her,
Erio?"
"Not exactly," he replied, at whioh
hit mother looked up quufcs&tegly,
CHAPTEB IC
CAltLOS MONTEM,'
"So l&ve ah outward, and such stuS with
in." It was slightly over a month since
the advent of Breta Danton at Brent
wood Park. Nothing had happened
to disturb the restful calm that always
seemed to surround it. Nevertheless,
Breta Danton would not feel so much
at ease could she have gazed on the
deck of an American-bound steamer.
Standing a little apart from the
others, a man gazed into the ocean
with a wieked look in hi? eyes, which,
notwithstanding, were handsome ones.
He was evidently amused at some
thought that crossed his mind, for ho
chuckled to himself.
"By Jove!" he murmured. "She
thought to escape me, but she has
counted without the cost! A eorry
day it was for you, my dear, when you
crossed the path of Carlos Monteri.
Ah, my lady, I 6hall make you pay
dearly for that one act of. treachery.
No one has ever yet escaped my re
venge, and be sure you will not!"
The look of a fiend overspread his
face, as if iu imagination he had the
subject of his revenge already- within
tie "grasp of his Bhapeiy, white Tiand,
whioh clutched the rail convulsively.
It would be impossible to find a
handsomer man than Carlos Monteri
as he stood there, his countenance
changing with every emotion. But his
beauty was of a kind that repelled
rather than attracted. With hair and
eyes of darkest hue, combined with
an olive complexion, his was a beauty
that women often rave over, but the
more far-sighted could read the lack of
sincerity in the steely gleam of evil
that would flash from his midnight
eyes at the least provocation.
"Another day," hs murmured, "and
I will be on American soil, and then
I'll try jny luck on ih&i side of the
duck-pond. I do not know but this
is the best mos e I could have mad?
anyway, as things were getting rather
shaky on the other side."
At that juncture, a fellow-passenger,
coming up to where he was standing,
entered into conversation with hini.
"I am glad we have had the good
luck to get over safely," he remarked.
"Yes. We've had fine weather, "re
turned Monteri.
"That was hard luck for the poor
creatures on the Sea Foam," said the
stranger.
"The Sea Foam? What of her?"
asked Monteri, hastily.
"Why, man, haven't you heard? She
went down near the American shore
with all on board, save a few who
reached land in several small boats."
"Good heavensT' exclaimed Mon
teri. "Strange that I didn't hear of
it."
"They just got the news a few min
utes before I came aboard, and it was
a meager account at best."
When left to himself, his face wore
an angry and disappointed expression.
"By Jove!" he said to himself.
"That is the boat they sailed on. Were
they among those that reached land or
not? It would be too bad now if she
has escaped me, after all. But some
thing tells me that she is alive, and it
is generally the good that die, while
such as she are left in the world. How
ever, I shall visit Brentwood Park
that is the name the landlady told me
and see whether she arrived there
with that girl. If she did, well and
good. If not, then I'll have, to change
my plans a little. At any rate, America
isa large field to work in, and it will
be a cold day when Carlos Monteri
gets left,"
The weather continued fair, and,
after a day, Carlos Monteri planted his
foot on American soil for the second
time in his checkered life.
Calling a cab, he directed the driver
to take him to one of the first-class
hotels. Securing a room, he retired,
having registered as "John Gwynn,
England."
The hotel clerk gazed after him.
Surely he had seen that face before,
he thought to himself. But the name
was not familiar. Something within
those piercing, black eyes recalled a
half-forgotten memory. Where and
when had he oome'in contact with that
man before? Perhaps he had been a
guest at this very hotel at some former
time. And yet he cannot rid himself
of the conviction that he had seen that
man under something more than ordi
nary circumstances.
Meanwhile, Monteri, unconscious of
the thoughts of the hotel clerk, had
seated himself - at a small desk and
hastily penned a letter, whioh, having
sealed and directed, he himself took
out to mail.
"Ah, that is done!" he said, in a
tone of satisfaction. "Now for a little
rest, and to-morrow I will begin inves
tigation. So here goes for my room
and a good sleep."
To be continued. -
Statistics of s Xionff Policeman. -
John Daffey is the longest police
man in Chicago. It would take only
782 of him, placed end to end, to reach
a mile. A stask of twenty-six of him
would reach to the eaves of the Mon
adnock building. A perpendicular
line of two of him would make a fes
toon up one side of the patrol box,
over the top. and half way down the
other side. One of him hangs a foot
over the average bed. A ladder of
two of him would reach to the ceiling
of any drawing room in the city; and,
standing on tip-toe, one of him could
blow down the gas burner in mo3t any
chamber. He stoops to enter the aver
age door and when he holds his arm
out straight and says his wife is about
so high, an average man can walk un
der the arm and not get- a dent in his
hat. Chicago Times-Herald.
Atchison (Kan,) society people,
thirsting for novelty, gave an imitation
cirous parade in trolley cars which
they hod decorated ' as band wagons
chariots of $10,000 beauties, and tanks
and closed cages of aquatic and wild
taimalfi - V .1
f WOMAN'S WOKLB.
On TTouoa-ft's "Work. '
There's a quiet, clever, notoriety
hating little woman in Newark, N. J.,
whose occupation probably takes the
prize for unusualness. So far as
heard from Mrs. Morrison is the. only
woman in the country, or in the
world for that matter, holding" the
post of official photographer to police
headquarters. Her work consists of
taking pictures of criminals for the
rogues' gallery whioh is a feature of
police headquarters in Newark as well
as other cities. . Since criminals have
begun to appreciate the possibilities
of changing this appearance by a dif
ferent arrangement of the hair or an
other style of hirsute decoration,
photographs have fallen somewhat in
esteem. Some day, no doubt, they
will be superseded by a record of
measurements, thumb marks and such
things. It will probably not happen
in Mrs. Morrison's day, however, and
she has little fear on that score of
losing her job.
She has a studio especially fitted up
for her work at the top of the head
quarters building, and - the prisoners
are brought to her under guard. . She
has been particularly successful in
getting them to sit quietly and allow
her to photograph them with no more
trouble than any ordinary sitter would
give. Men who have hitherto done
this work have nearly always had
great difficulty in getting good pie
tures,' because the sitters would twist
and tarn and screw their faces up.
Sometimes it was only after the guard
had clubbed them into a proper frame
of mind that they could be persuaded
to allow the photographer to get a
proper focus at all. It may be. Mrs.
Morrison's personality or that what
ever good is left in the most hardened
criminals responds to the polite femi
nine variation of the request to look
pleasant.
After such a pleasant account of her
success with her pictures it seems a
pity not to be able to say that the
financial end of the business is equal
ly successful. There is no danger
that Mrs. Morrison will grow rich as a
result of her official labors. To be
sure, $3 or $1 a day in addition to
your income from other sources is not
to be despised, and Mrs. Morrison
feels very happy over her new .post.
She fitted up her studio at her own
expense, and she is paid at the rate of
a dollar a dozen for all the photo
graphs she takes. She makes a dozen
copies from each negative. One of
these is regularly posted m the
rogues' gallery with the record of the
original written on the back. The
others are kept for use in identifying
suspicious persons. For instance, if
the police in another city have ar
rested a man suspected of having been
previously convicted, these extra
copies come in handy as helps in
identifying him. Then the detectives
sent to identify prisoners find these
extra copies' of great service to carry
with them for purpose of comparison.
Mrs. Morrison is a business-like
little woman with a firm belief in the
possibility of a working woman keep
ing the personal and domestic side of
her life quite separate from business.
She took up her present occupation
because she was suddenly thrown
upon her own resources. She had
some knowledge of the work and a
studio in the lower end of the city.
She des all her own work except the
retouching. Mrs. Morrison's opinion
is that photography is a good, prac
tical trade for a woman if she will
learn the business right through.
Few of them know more than one very
simple branch.
. Endless Procession of Necktie Ideas.
We are in process of varying our
shirtwaist career with an endless pro
cession of necktie ideas, some Of which
are pretty enough to be carried over
into next season and used as light
touches on our sombre woolen frocks.
For instance, writes Mary Dean, num
bers of women wear high straight
stocks with their white skirts and
round the bare stock wind twice a
length of cream m alines net. When
on the second winding the . net is
brought back to the front, instead of
fastening its lace trimmed ends in a
big bow close beneath the chin, they
are brought down to a point midway
between throat and waist, there
pinned with a bright brooch and tied
in a bow. . By so simple a scheme, to
the plainest silk or muslin waist an
air of sweet ornamentation is given
hard to derive by as inexpensive
means.
Another noble invention is that of
passing a broad satin ribbon of soft
texture twice around the high collar.
When drawn to the front, its ends are
put through a small buckle of paste
jewels, and this is pushed close to the
throat, while from it flutter uncon
fined two long scarf ends of ribbon.
Women who do not take to these
devices love to bury their chins in the
oloudy masses of a wide-winged bow
of nothing more costly than a long
wisp of white silk muslin, edged with
imitation Mecklin lace, which is noth
ing more after all than an inoipent
Bois de Bologne scarf that lias ends
fluttering to the knees.
Earrings Popular Once."
Earrings are 'coming in again, and
while fashion's slaves are meekly pro
testing that ihey will not wear the
barbarous things, they will undoubt
edly submit in the end.-
The edict has gone forth that ear
rings are to bo worn again, and the
jewelers are prepared for an iuinie
diate demand for that article of jewel
ry, which was relegated to oblivion
ten years ago. "-''
; One drawback to the revival is that
nine out of every ten women wiil need
to have their ears pierced-again, and
iverj- y.'f3SV' ,
brance of that' painful: ordeal in the
past. When our mothers were young
it was the custom' to tnei-ea th a dts
by putting a - cdrk : behind them,
sireicmng ine looes . 01 tne ear tignc
over ibe cork, and then piercing with
a needle, aiterwardrdrawing a silken
thread and a gold ring, made espe
cially for the purpose, through the
hole. ; : -
Pearl or diamond screw rinara will
hold their own for a long time in
Wflftan's favor, out - there are some
new and startling-fancies shown in
the way of earrings in the jeweU-y
shops, c .
Mourning Periods.
The different periods adopted by
many for the wearing of mourning are
aslollows: '
A widow should wear mourning for
two years Vne year deep crape, six
months black, with less erape, and six
months plain black.
Mourning of children fur parents,
or parents for children must be of
one year's duration that is, six
months crape, six months blaok, or
four months black, and the two
months black and white, gray or
mauve. , - ; ' I
A sister should wear mourning for
a brother one year six months crape,
three months black, with or without
crape, and three months black with a
little white introduced. '
For grandparents the mourning
should be as fpr a sister or brother.
For an aunt or undo' the mourning
should be of six months' duration
three months black with crape trim
mings, ' two . months black, and one
month black and white.
For great aunts or uncles, cousins,
nieces or nephews, three months
black, with or without crape, as de
sired. A variety of styles in mourning veils
are now seen. A veil made entirely
of erape has a scalloped silk edge
with embroidered corners. Others,
less heavy, are shown in fine Brussels
or Bussian net. One of the simplest
has a band of crape an inch and a half
wide all around, edged with tiny braid.
Another is edged ' and trimmed with
inch wide bands of the crape across
the corner, while a third has a scal
loped edge with an embossed crape
and silk corner. The length of these
veils varies from forty -one inches to
fifty-four inches.
The many little accessories of the
toilet should help to carry out the ef
fect of the mourning gown and veil.
Handkerchiefs of Irish linen, plain
or hem-stitched, have a band of black
just inside the hem. ' '
Folds, minings and pleatings are
found in great variety. They are
made: of silk, crape or chiffon.
Jet brooches, usually of simple de
sign,' are worn with mourning cos
tumes. Women as Inventors..
Some of the largest and most valu
able inventions are due to women.
Mrs. Harriet Strong, who began by
inventing a corset, ended by taking
out patents 'for dams and reservoirs.
Although now an old woman, she has
but recently patented a device for
storing water. Mrs. Ada van Pelt in
vented a permutation lock with three
thousand combinations; also a letter
box for the outside of houses that
throws up a signal to the postman
when there is a letter to collect.
A little girl by an ingenious inven
tion revolutionized the making of
screws. A woman invented satchel
bottomed paper bags an d was offered
$20,000 for her patent before she left
Washington. A woman- invented the
Burden process of making horseshoes,
which turns out such rapid work that
it has saved the country $2,500,000 m
fourteen years. A number of women's
inventions are known to have been
patented under the names of their
husbands, fathers or brothers.
The lecturer exemplified her wom
an's wit by an anecdote. She was out
driving with an old Vermont farmer,
and he said to her somewhat testily;
"You women may talk of your rights,
but why don't you invent something?"
to whioh Mrs. Bowles immediately re
plied: "Your horse's feedbag and
the shade over his head were both cf
them invented by a woman."
"Do tell!" was the astonished re
joinder, The bright woman remarked in her
lecturer, "I do tell, and I think it
is good to tell these things."
- A New Millinerr Veil.
A new veil has been invented as a
protection for the hat against the dust,
whioh is almost more detrimental
than the sun, and cannot be warded
off in the same way. It is made of
double width tulle. That portion
which serves to cover the' face is
studded with spots, while the other
half, intended to envelope the entire
hat, but to hide it as little as possible,
is plain. The arrangement of these
veils is not an easy matter, and re
quires the addition . of several long
pins. New York Millinery Trade Be
view. Lace Trimming Bandc.
Lace trimming bands, outlined and
embroidered with chenille, are a nov
elty and quite pretty, and are used on
grenadines, organdies and foulards. ,
Mania For Braiding Continues.
The mania for braiding dresses,
and, for that matter, for braiding
nearly every article of wear, is likely
to continue through autumn.
To Have a Handsome Hat.
An artistio hat can be made by
trimming a dull green straw with pale
yellow and dark red chrysanthemums
and gilded grassea. '
Novelty iu Parasols.
Parasols, narrow tucked from " the
center to the edge, is the greatest
novelty offered in one line of sun
shades in yoars. .
- MWVMBMPSMBJSSWSPSSSBBBaaiSMBBSSal
The production of copper iu 198
was over 520,000,000 founds. . j r
S0UDIEES THAT PRAY.
SPECIMENS OF SUPPLICATIONS MADE
IN TIME OF BATTLE.
in the Frontier Land the "Frayine" Han
: Is Considered a Bstter Fighter Than
the "Bad" Han An Altactlng Burial
at MontankA Chaplain Ostracized.
It was the sneering comment : of
British generals in the early days of
the Bevolutionary War that the
American soldiers prayed before bat
tle. The instances were numerous
daring the Civil War where both Con
federate and Union forces were halted
before the strife for an invocation.
Thomas, like Jackson, rode with his
Bible.
Aside from my own slight experi
ence with the army which entered
Cuba I have been soliciting nurses
and surgeons for stories of the pray
ing soldier. In the frontier land
where I was reared the 'praying"
man. was more feared as a fighter,
when necessity demanded fight, than
was the so-called "bad" man. One
of Sibley's captains in that famous '63
pursuit after the Sioux always sent
his men into battle with the injunc
tion: .
"Pray and fight."
This story came out during the
Bough Eiders' reunion at Las Vegas.
One of the regiment, an Indian Terri
tory man, was slightly wounded : at
Las Guasimas. On his way to the
rear he was wounded again and came
to the sheltering bluff of a creek feel
ing that death was near at hand. Try
as he would, his strength was not suf
ficient to carry him under the lee of
the bluff. To stay where he was,
seemed at that moment an impossibil
ity. In his struggles and endeavor
to get over the bank there came to
him a dim recollection of something
that had been taught him when he
waaaboy:
"God bless me and help me to do
right God make me a good boy.
God keep me- "
A loosened bit of earth gave way
and down the bank into safety he
went. He lay on his back there, his
feet in the water of the stream, his
eyes fixed on the face of his adjutant,
who through fright had deserted his
post and hidden. The trooper appre
ciated the situation, for his prayer
ended:
"And kill that blasted maverick
now."
One of the Chicago Bed Cross
nurses sent to Siboney had in charge
a Nebraska boy who was wounded un
der the colors of the Fourth Infantry.
One afternoon when he was convales
cent he was describing to her bis sen
sation when first under fire. . She
asked him:
"Did you feel like praying?"
His answer was:
"I prayed for five minutes after the
firing commenced.".
Much interested, the nurse asked
him the nature of his prayer. He re
plied with a laugh:
"All that I could say was 'Oh, Lord,
Oh, Lord, over atd over again, but I
guess He understood it, for it was
meant for prayer."
I was in the cemetery at Montauk,
the pitiful waste of sand where the
soldier dead were laid, searching for
a trace of yonng Marshall, a Chicago
boy who was missing, .when the bury
ing squad brought up the body of an
unknown soldier for interment. No
minister was present, no one to hold
any kind of service over this body
that was going to the grave without
the slightest mark of identification.
The rough laborers charged with the
duty of bu:ial did not think this was
quite right. Hardened as they were
to their duties, they still wished for
a bit of prayer over every body before
the sand was shoveled in upon it.
They appealed to a young lieutenant
who was crossing the ground. To
the surprise of us all he came, stood
by the rude box in which lay the dead,
and uncovering hie head, prayed. As
prayers go, it was not much, and
could hot be under the circumstances,
but the act of the unknown officer
.praying over the unknown dead had
so much of the divine in it that not a
man present but felt his eyes moisten
and that tightening of the throat
which comes when emotions Burge
and rise.
Quite generally the character of the
chaplains who entered Cuba with the
army was high. Here and there,
though, one would crop out who did
not understand men. Such a chaplain
usually found himself ostracized after
the men discovered his angles. A
chaplain of an Illinois regiment came
upon the men while they were cutting
down one of the fine trees near the
regimental camp in Florida. He
watohed them at their work for a mo
ment, and then exclaimed:
- "What a pity to cut that tree down.
It will take a hundred yearsto re
place it while you can be replaced at
any time."- .
This same chaplain, returning from
Santiago on a transport with the regi
ment, looked over a rail into the hold
where the horses were crowded, and
exclaimed: ;
"Poor horses.". ,
As the condition of the men was
worse than that of the horses, and he
had nothing to eay for the former, the
regiment was furious and scorned him
unmercifully. He was a well meaning
chaplain, but his prayers and Bible
readings never reached the men under
him, because of his unfortunate com
ments on the tree and the horses.
H. J. Cleveland, in the Chicago
Times-Herald. ' t ,
One test for distinguishing dia
monds from glass and paste is to touch
them with the tongue. The diamond
feels much the coldeiV .
A new clock for the Liverpool street
station iu London will be the largest
in the world. It will show the time
for eighteen platforms, .; .
HOUSEHOLD MATTERS.-
To Clean Light-Colored Silks.' .
Gasoline and naohtha nm 41ia fk
aarents for o!eanin? ;ilr wharA Oiata -
is any fear that the colors may be al-
ierea Dy soap and water. Do the work
in a room where there is either a
light nor a fire. Have the windows
open that the vapors may pass out.
use two large do wis, and half nil each
one of them with the naphtha-or gaso
line. Wash the article ini one bowl, -as
if you were using water; and rinse
in the second. Pull into shape and
hang in the open air to dry,. be "
naphtha may be returned to the can, and
after a few days, when all the dirt has
settled, the liquid may be poured into
a clean can. Ladies' Home Journal.
Light Lunch For an Invalid. ' '
Good sponge cake, served with
sweet cream or aglassof milk is an ex
cellent lunch for an invalid. A simple
and excellent rule calls for two cupfuls
of pastry flour, one cup a?u3 a half of
powdered sugar, four eggs, one tea
spoonful -cream tartar, and a scant
half teaspoonful - of soda two table
spoonfuls of lemon juice . and a half
cup of cold water, or, if preferred, a
half cupful of boiling water put in
last. Measure the flour after sifting
once, then sift four times. Beat the
yolks until lemon colored and creamy
and the whites until stiff, adding the
cream tartar to the whites, stir well,
then the yolks, flavoring, soda dis
solved in the water and flour. Beat
until light and bake from twenty to
thirty minutes in a moderate oven.
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Love Letter Pillows.
The "Yale pillow" has hit the popu
lar fancy, and young women, North,
South, East and West, are phenomen
ally busy tearing old letters and ma
nila wrapping paper into bits for the
stuffing of one of these pillows. "It's
an awfully nice way to dispose of
your old love letters," declared a
young matron a few days ago. "One
h-ites to burn up all those fervent pro
testations of undying love, and yet
one can't keep them all stored away.
If you tear them into bits and make a
pillow for your head, the sentimeut
remains; and though you can't con
tinue to read them, it is romantio to
feel that your head is inllowed on
them." All papers excepting news
papers find their way into these pil
lows, which, though heavy, are soft
nnd cool. For the hammock or piazza
suite they caunot be surpassed, while
they are most effective weapons in the
"pillow fights" and other hard usage
to which college pillows are subjected.
They are usually covered with plaiu
denim or other stout serviceable ma
terial. " - . - -
For the Pickling Season. '
There, is nothing more delicious
than good wholesome pickles, but no
article of diet can be more easily
turned into injurious foods, than these
if improperly manipulated. Before
beginning the annual pickling, there
fore, remember that brass kettles,
alum, and turmeric are to be avoided,
and that strong spices are to be used
only moderately. Alum and other
preparations are used only for giving
the pickles a tender and crispy ap
pearance or a fresh green color. . The
former can be obtained if the vege
tables or fruits are fresh and young
aud wholesome. A deeper green can
be imparted to the pickles by adding
some grape or cabbage leaves. Mold
can be prevented from forming on
pickles by covering them with nastur
tium or horseradish leaves. Sour
pickles should be inspected often, and
any white scum that forms on the top
should be removed. Both sour and
sweet piokles should be made of
sound fruits or vegetables, cooked or
pickled with pure cider vinegar and
spices, and be made and cooked in
agateware, earthenware, or porcelain
lined utensils. Prepared in this way
they can not be otherwise than appe
tizing and wholesome. . 1
lteclpes.
Swedish Bolls Take biscuit dough
roll it out, butter it and sprinkle over
it sugar and cinnamon, and roll up
like a jelly roll, . With a sharp knife
cut it in two an inch wide; put each
piece cut side down in buttered tins;
sprinkle with sugar and cinnamon and
bake in a quick oven. " . 1
Creamed Cucumbers-Pare and cut "
the cucumbers into slices about a
third of . an inoh thick, stew them
slowly until tender in small quan
tity of salted water, then drain." Put
one and one-half cupfuls of milk on to
boil and thicken, with two tablespoon
fuls of flour moistened in a 'half .cup-".'
ful of cold milk. When thick and
smooth add the drained cucumbers, a
quarter of a teaspoonful of sugar, and
(erve. ' " '
Macaroni With Tomato Sauce'--Bub -one-half
cau of , tomatoes through a
sieve, pour into a saucepan aud place,
over the fire, add salt, pepper and
sugar to taste and thicken with-one
tablespoonful of butter, rubbed smooth .
with an equal quantity of flour. Cook
one-quarter of a pound of macaroni in 1
one quart of rich stock? drain, put into
a deep dish, cover with the tomato
sauce and bake quarter of an hour in
a moderate oveu. This maybe served
accompanied with a dish of grated'
cheese.
Corn Soup Mash ono-half. a canful
of corn very fine, put it -iuto a double
boiler, add one p.nd one-half pints of
milk aud' cook for fifteen minute.
Chop one-half a eiuaU oaion, cook it
ten minutes in on? aud one-balf table
spoonfulsof b'uiter, ftining covsjactly
so that it does not burn, then Jidd"4o
the covn and milk'. Bleud one table
epoonful of flour with 'n little cold milk
nud stir intp the soup wheu perfectly
smooth. Season with salt and pep- ,
per ; cook for teu miuutee louger ; strain
and serve very hot. , .
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