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.OlEADL GHT. H A. ROSCOWEK, E4itor, "HERE SHALL THE PRESS THE PEOPLE'S RIGHTS MAINTAIN, UNA WED DT INFLUENCE AND UNBRIBED BT GAIN. " W. P. DAYIS, Publisher. VOL. I. NO. 29. GOLDSBORO, N. C, THURSDAY, MARCH 22, 1888. Subscription, CI. 00 Per Year. There is to 1 e a grand international exhibition at Berlin in Hay of hunting trophic?, of all sets of game, ancienl and modem arms, and implements used in hunting. The New York Independent says tha Mr. Carter II. Harrison, who filled tht position of Mayor of Chicago not lone before his dopaiture for extended journeying in China and Tartary, addi his testimony to the non-existence o: any "Great Chinese Wall" which used t be "described and drawn by eye-wit nesses"' in our older traveler's book and school-geographies. Benjamin Franklin, of the Second Minnesota Volunteers, is the only man on the government pension rolls who sacri ficed both hands and feet in the late civil war, and as there is no provision of law applicable to such special cases a bill has been presented tn Congress increas ing the pension he now receives to $150 a month. He now receives the pay pro vided for a soldier or a sailor who has lost both hands or both feet. The reports from France are intensely Interesting as concerns the reclamation nf sand dunes. These sand hills are found by the sea at high tide and pushed inland by the west wind over vast areas. This inland march of the sand became a cause of terror and there was dread lest whole departments should become des serts. Villages were obliterated. A tract six hundred miles wide was left without a shrub or plant. These dunes cow aie covered with valuable forests j the enterprise of French engineers. 'The Russian officer who committee suicide in order to ccape fulfillment ol the errand of assassination of the Czar, imposed upon him by the chance ol which he submitted in the balloting 01 the secret society to which he belonged ears the New York Njics, ''was a romantic and, by no means, unconscion able type of the Nihilist and conspirator. But the Czar must feel uncomfortable in the contemplation of occurrences of this kind; for it'is not every conspirator whe prefers self-immolation to the perpetra tion of an assassination." Among engine drivers there are bold men and timid men, says the Chicago 11 raid, but only the former are selected For the tast rurs. A timid man, prone to ihut oil steam for every shadow seen on ihe track or for every imaginary danger, tor engineers are called upon c nlnually to beat bark their own apprehensions, ;ould never ru:tke time on a run like o;ie of the limited trains to the West. Seme of the 1 est and bravest engineers in the world are on those footplates, and in this :ii mate and under ti c disadvantages be getting them they will find enough to try their mettle. Driving ahead at a mile a minute into a sea of darkness, which human eye cannot penetrate, is work such s no cowardly or even timid man could perform. A recent writer snys: "There art three kinds of arrests in Russia. Tin fust are intended to inspire terror and obtain clues to secret revolutionary ac tion; the second are intended by the use of torture to compel confession, or induct the prisoner to let ray his friends; the third are the political suspects, who art kept in solitary confinement for mouth! fr years while the police scour the I'm pire in search of criminating evidence against them Justice is proverbially Mow in Kussia. The Government has sc much police work in hand, there is sc much underground service, that case; have to wait their turn, and again and again prisoners become insane from soli tary confinement or die in their dungeons before it is known whether they arc guilty or not. The subject in Russia ha no law on his side. Innocent or guilty, he is at the mercy of police officers, whe nre responsible to the Czar, and whe konw thnt the Czar will never inquire intc their conduct." A Tidal Wave in tiis Pacific. Sir. C. C. Wa'.ker, of Long Beach, Washington Territory, write: "The following detailed account of the tidal wave at l ong Beach is given by the writer. who was an eve-witness from near the Frank cottages." All day Sunday and j Sunday night it blew a gale and rained hard. Monday morning the gale seemed to be at its he'ght and the rain fell in torrents. The air was full of foam flying like large sr.owflakes, and the ocean was nothing but white foam as far as the eye could rcaeh. About nine o'clock the tide was nearly high and the ocean seemed as if it took a long breath. The waves ran nearly out to low watermark and then came the tidal wave. It looked to be about twenty-five feet high. The whole sea came with all its force and swept everything before it. The immense body of drift logs along the beach was hurled into one windrow in a moment, and great logs were broken like straws. When it dadied against the bank it threw a cloud of water fully fifty feet in the air, and a great splash came down on the roll's of the J'ran.k cottages. The wave was about o-.k mile long and sc";-. -.1 to be local ::t ?.o:tr Beach. Noth i: r It e jiial has !. ct iKn kr.ownby tht Id rc dots of ii pia e. But little ':.!( V, ;;;.! . ..;.(.; ; 1C rr(.ftt 1 Odv ' ' '! '! t ' -v,.'. -.'i-Jhefc-rrmud, , , , M n vi:c c ior cam isrv !lv5 J ' I J,-i.q.i;-n.. ONLY A BEGGAR'S CHILD. Ah, it was but a beggar's child A baby weak, and sick, and dying; To ever know none cared nor smiled, Then why should one be almost crying ? It would have lived a beggar's life, ( uu uaiues naxcuy worm trie winning; For food 'twould be a daily strife Seems best such lives had no beginning. And yet wo tried the life to save, Our Tather thought it worth his giving, Not knowing, with the sight he gave, Whose life to him is worth the living. "A spotless life," the angels read, "With naught of earth in it offending," While lives beginning pure may need A beggar baby's feet in ending. . Good Housekeeping. TEN MINUTES A DAY. El NELLIE K. KELLOGG. 2f OLLIE had given up 11 g r m u s i c. Every one regretted it. Mamma missed the light touch of her daughter's fin gers on the piano, which sometimes stood silent for weeks, and rejoiced when Mollie de clared herself to bo in a musical mood, though she only played snatches of her old pieces, and those indifferently well; and papa's, request for his favorite melo dies were too often met with the unsat isfactory answer that "Mollie couldn't play them now she was all out cf practice." Brother Tom grumbled, when she failed in his accompaniments, "that, after all tho time 'Sue had spent drumming on that old piano, if she could not play simple things like thosj it was a pity."' His sister fully agreed with him, and did not change her mind as time passed on and she was asked to play at several little gatherings of her friends, where "Mollies music had al ways been oue of tho pleasantest features of the evening, and she was obliged to decline on the tiresome idea of "not playing without her notes." "I think it's too bad," exclaimed Bessie Arlington, one of her special cronies. "3 loll ie used to play so love ly, and she was always so nicn aud ob liging about it, and played whenever she was asked; and there's no one to take her place but Eva Harris, and she has to be 'cased so long before she will strike a note that it spoils all pleasure. " "So it does," said another voice. "And, now that MolUVs out of school, she ought to have time to practice three hours a day, if she wanted to." "Oh, Rose Newton!" cried Amy Les lie, "you don't know any thing about it. Just wait till ,'"'' leave school, and see how many hours yon practice, or do any thing regularly. It's aw.'ully haul You don't accomplish as much in a year as you w ould in three months at school." "All owing to a lack of system,'' said Bessie with the tone and manner of one who has been through varied experi ences and acquired vast stores of wisdom therefrom. The girls laughed. "I suppose it's so," said Amy, "but Mollie is systematic; rather, at least, she means to be," she added, not feeling quite sure of iier ground. "And she is busy almost all the time." "She is a dear girl, anyway," said her friend, Helen Starr. "And I know she is too busy to practice, for it does take a lot of time. Only it seems a pity." So it did; and no oue realized it more than Mollie. When she left school tho year before she had congratulated her self that her time was her own, and she could spend it as she pleased. But, for that very reason she would not waste it ; she would be very diligent, and though she should not study in the summer, sho would still continue her music. Sho had a fair touch, was a rajncl r eader, aud played with expression and accuracy; her one 'great failing was a dislike to steady practice a lack of perseverance. Such being the case, perhaps it was not strange that, amidst the vacation gay eties, he r hours of practice grew less and less frequent and finally ceased altogeth er, and she trusted to her memory and her former instruction for her present skill. And so the days slipped by, blight with pleasures that by-and-by would have glided into joyful memo ries; and the autumn came, and Mollie returned to her home, but the music was not resumed. "It seemed as if she nev er had any time;" which often meant that she did not take it. But to Mollie's credit be it said, her's was a busy winter; she studied French and German, at tended a Literature Class and was a member of a Shakspeare Ciub; and it is probable that she might not have real ized that her musical talent was decreas ing but that one day when she was play ing to her friends she broke down in the m.Uaie of,1 f?ce an had to leave her piano, j uiiiiiui priicuuu who luo uiiu piano. J aitliiul practi thing needful, and Mollie knew it; but, like many elder and wiser souls, she re solved and planned, but failed to exe cute. And the months rolled on, until one day sho awoke with a start to the fact that tho last day of the year had arrived and that she was utterly unable to play a single piece correctly. For fifteen minutes she sat silent, wrapped in a brown study; then she took from the table a note book and pencil, and as a 're sult of her reverie wrote down the follow ing: . "Resolve. "That I, Mollie Winthrop, aged eighteen, on this thirty-first day of De cember, will, ou each day of the year commencing to-morrow, devote ten min utes to the practice of five linger exer cises and scales. "In the year of our Lord eighteen hundred and eighty-fiv." Mollie read the paragraph aloud, with an amused expression. "It sounds as if I were making my will, she mur mured. "Well, sol am disposingof my time instead of my money, for my own benefit instead of other people's." She laid the note book aside, and turned to the "Merchant of Venice;" the next sub ject for the Shakespeare Club. She had read but a few minutes when she heard light footsteps on the stairs and the sound of girlish laughter, and presently her three special friends entered the room. "Well, Mollie, my deal, how are you?" said Amy Leslie. "I have not seen you for a perfect age. What have you been doing with yourself all this long day ?" Whereupon Mollie produced her note book, and read them her "Resolve." It met with Amy's cordial approval ; Helen echoed her opinion, but Bessie looked incredulous. In answer to Mol lie's questioning glance she said, blunt- 1 1 " m,m ly, "I don't believe you'll keep it, and I don t see the use of it if you do. "Why, Bessie Arlington !' cried Amy. "Of course she'll keep it !" "I suppose you've made resolves be-; fore C said Bessie shortly. "Yes," said Mollie. "And broken them !" "Yes," said Mollie again. "But 1 rcal'v mean to keep this one, and I think' I shall." Bessie's bright eyes softened at the look of determination on her friend's face. "I hope you will," she answered "But I don't see the use of it now. I should think you would want to learn to play your lovely old pieces " "And new ones' too," interrupted Helen. "Why, so I do," returned Mollie. "And that's the very reason I'm going to practice these exercises and scales. I never liked them and rather neglected them, aud now I'm being punished, for my fingers are really growing quite stiff and clumsy. And, you see, if 1 practice them thoroughly, and review my pieces occasionally, I shall 'keep my hand in,' as people say, and not lose anything, if I don't 'jiiin much.', "Of course," answered Helen. "But," presisted Bessie, "ten minutes is not any time at all. You ought to practice an hour at the very least, and I can see you are too busy to do that." "Ten minutes is better than nothing," argued Mollie. "And you can do a good deal in eveu that time if you give your mind to it, and really tcork and don't fuss. And, another thing I just de test those scales, and I think it's kind of weak minded to hate a thing you have to do every clay of your life, and so I'm going to try and like them. Perhaps by the end of tho year I shall quite enjoy them. Who knows?" Bessie looked at her with admiring eyes. She often opposed her for the sake of getting her into an argument, for she liked to hear Mollie talk. "Do you know what my brother Harry said about you the other day? He called you 'a real little enthusiast.' " Mollie looked slightly puzzled. "I don't know whether to take that as a compliment or not," she said. "He might have thought I made too much fuss over little things." The girls laughed. " should call it a decided compliment," said Heleu, "and I should be charmed if any one said it about me." "Don't be alarmed; they never will," said Bessie. Helen sighed. "I know it," she an swered; in a mock-melancholy tone. "Xo one appreciates me. Nobody un derstands me. When I leave this dreary world I shall have this inscription on my tombstone : Shc.hatli done what she could. And been minmiderBiood.' " When the small breeze e xcited by Helen's nonsense had subsided, Bessie inquired, with provoking coolness: "Mollie, what will you do if you should go out camping as you did last summer, where you cannot by any possibility have a piano ? This was a question, and for a minute an ominous silenre ensued. Then Mollie said, with cheerful vagueness: "Oh, I shall find some way, I am sure." "Might practice on an old tin pan," put in Bessie.' sarcastically. "Yes," said Mollie, gravely. "That's a good idea, and I'll remember it. Or I might take some paper, and mark off a keyboard of an octave or two, and paste it on a plank. I could play beautifully on that, and it would at least keep my fingers limber." "Bravo!" said Amy. "Mollie, you're a genius." ; "So she is, and I should love to enjoy, her edifying company longer, but I sup-! pose I must go to my old painting les-' son," sighed Helen. "Old painting lesson," echoed Mollie. 'I thought you liked it. " ' 'So I should, if I could paint flowers and people and things, but as sitting and looking at an old vase for two hours, gazing along a pencil to get the pro portions, I think it's stupid," growled Helen. "I know I could paint ten times better if I did the things that I liked." " When you converse upon topics beyond your comprehension, Miss Starr,' you do not create an impression of your, knowledge, but only expose your pro found ignorance," prosed Mollie, in a grandiose manner. "Well, I sha'n't stay here to be laughed at," said Helen. "It's time I was there, this very minute" glancing at the clock. "Good-by, Mollie." And, giving her a hasty kiss, she took Bessie's arm, and the three girls hurried from the room. During the months that followed Mollie had abundant opportunity to test the strength of her resolution. At first tlie sense of novelty and enthusiasm that always accompanies a new idea made her self-imposed task an easy one, but gradu ally this died away, and many times was the music neglected until almost bedtime, when she reluctantly left the pleasant game or fascinating book to do what, with a little forethought, might have been an agreeable duty. Mamma had been told of the plan, and had laughed at the formally worded, "Re solve," but heartily approved of it, and now, though she sometimes wondered at her daughter's forgetfulness, she held her peace, remembering that it was Mollie's affair, and knowing that, if the girl did once really neglect it, her wounded pride and sense of failure would be sufficient punishment. And a little system, and then she might have ' been seen every morning, directly after breakfast, practicing with an energy and determination that went far toward conquering the difficulties of the com plicated exercises. At last the time arrived for Mollie's summer flitting, and one pleasant day in June the four girls were gathered to gether in her little sanctum for a "good by talk." "Oh, dear I" sighed Helen. "It does not seem any time since winter, and now it's summer again, and I shall miss you so dreadfully." "Ditto," answered Mollie, brightly. "But perhaps it won't seeni any time till autumn, and then I shall be back ?rou know. And you will not miss me ong, for in another month you will be reveling in the pleasures of Martha's Vineyard." "I know it," groaned Helen. "But a whole month iu this dreadful city, with the thermometer over eighty, and every soul away, and nothing to do oh I" "Come, Helen." cried Amy, "don't look so doleful, or you'll give us all the blues. You've made even Mollie look sober." Mollie contradicted this statement by a beaming smile that was reflected in the faces of the others. Even Helen looked more cheerful. "You are the most comfortable girl?' she said. "I don't believe you ever were homesick in your life." "Wasn't," said Mollie promptly. "I have tried hard enough." The girls broke into a chorus of laugh ter. "Tried to be homesick ! What do you mean ?" "Just what I said," answered Mollie, stoutly. "You know that Eummer mam ma went to Europe, and left me with Aunt Linda? Well, everybody kept j 6aymg, '1'oor little girl, how you must mi 88 your mother ! Are'nt you dread fully homesick ?' until I began to feel really troubled because I wasn't. And one night I tried to cry myself to sleep thinking about it. But 'twas no use. I never did cry easy, and I thought I was the most heartless creature alive. So I wrote to mamma that 'everybody seemed to expect me to be homesick, but I wasn't, and I hoped she would not feel hurt, for I tried real hard, but I was having such a good time that I couldn't." "Well," said Bessie, laughing, "that's an original idea. But, to change the subject, are your things all packed ?' "All except my ribbons and laces, and those go in the top tray, you know." "And the music ?" asked Bessie, mis chievously. "Safe in a corner of my trunk," was Mollie's ready answer. " Waiting to be taken out the minute I reach Elsie's to morrow afternoon." "Oh, Helen!" exclaimed Amy, "do tell us about Daisy Bliss's party. I have not heard a word, and I am just longing to know." Consequently Helen launched into one of those lengthy and comprehensive descriptions so delightful to girlish hearts. And as she felt quite in her na tive element, and no interesting detail had escaped her observant eyes, it bid fair to rival "the story without an end," and was only concluded by the ringing of the tea bell, which was followed by a general leave-taking, when, after re peated kissess and caresses and many earnest entreaties to "write real often, and tell us all about everything," the girls departed. It is needless to relate the varied pleasures of the next three months; suffice it that Mollie considered it the loveliest summer she bad ever spent; and the few minutes' practice had be come such a matter of course that he felt no temptation to neglect it. The months glided rapidly by, and, almost before she knew it, Mollie found herself on the threshold of another year. She was playing over some of her old pieces, with a happy sense of lier re covered power, w'aen Bessie Arlington appeared, followed by Amy and Helen. " We're the Visiting Committee," she explained. "Come to inquire into the state of your accomplishments. I sup pose you've not forgotten that your year is up?" Nb," said Mollie, laughingly. "But I shall commence another one to-morrow." "Good!" cried Amy. "That's what I call perseverance'" "Hush!" cried Bessie. "I'm Ihe chair woman. Come, girls, let's proceed to business. Mollie, you never know what things are worth until they are tested, and so we are going to test you." "Have pity on me!" pleaded Mollie, in mock despair. "Is it to be by the ordeal by fire, or thumbscrews, or what?" "Jfo," said Bessie, gravely. "We are not quite educated up to that yet. Bat I want to see if your practicing this past year has amounted to anything, and so I have brought over this sonata for you to play, as a kind of examination, you know." And Bessie seated herself in an easy-chair, with what was intended for a look of judicial severity.. "But I've never seen it before," fal .ered Mollie. "And I know I can't play it nicely if I feel you are all watchinj? me." " Tisn't very hard," whispered Amy, iicouragingly. i i i -fl 1 . mm i. I think its awful," sighed Helen! "I tried it this morning, and I couldn get through six measures." Mollie settled herself on the piano stool, turned up the corners of! the leaves, and began to play, at first slow ly and with hesitation, and then with in creasing clearness and strength, arxl, as she became more interested, with a nicety of touch and an intelligence of ex pression that revealed the benefit of the past year's careful practice. As she struck the last chord she faced her small audience witli an air of pardonable pride, and asked triumphantly, "Well, Bessie, what do you think of ten min utes a day now? " Bessie's look of severity vanished, and she sprang from her chair and gave her friend a most undignified hug. "You've done beautifully," she cried. "I knew you would all the time. But it's in me to be perverse, and 1 thought it might inspire yon td have an unbelieving crea ture like me around. I did it for your good, my dear," 6he added, sagely. That night, when Mollie retired to her room, she noticed on her bureau two small drawings, that bore the marks of Helen s pencil. One was the picture of a little girl perched on a high piano stool, and practicing, with marvelouly long fingers, and an expression that was evidently intended for fierce determina tion. This rather weak-looking portrait was entitled "Past Perseverance." The other was the figure of a tall and strik ing young lady, in a much beribboned and beruffled gown, standing by a piano in the act of making a profound courte sy to an unseen audience, while bouquets of mammoth proportions were falling at her feet. This truly extraordinary work of art was labelled "Future Fame." Mollie had hardly examined them when she caught sight of a paper fastened to her pincushion, bearing these words, in Amy's delicate handwriting, but signed with Bessie's name. "Ye lads and lasses musical, Come, listen while ye may; The only way to learn to play Is to practice steady every day. "This is Miss Mollie Winthrop, Who practiced faithfully, And now tshe'B the greatest prodigy The world did ever see. "And if you would be like her, You must with patience play Your scales and exercises Ten minntes every day." Mollie laughed merrily over theso characteristic verses, and then she said, thoughtfully, "Yes, it's really been a success, and it's such a very nice thing to do. Oh, I wish every girl would try it! I'm sure they would" if they only knew how well it's paid." All Done for Money. It is somewhat strange that at the very time when young Dodge was bring ing disgrace to an honored tame by pub lishing the false news of his engagement to be married to an heiress an officer of one of the crack regiments of the Prus sian (Juard, and belonging to one of the most ancient and noble families of the Empire, was committing an identically similar offence at Berlin. Young Lieut. Count von A., at his wits' end for want of funds, addressed himself in despair to a well-known money-lender for a loan of 65, WW. On being asked what security he had to offer, the officer was struck with the brilliant idea of asserting that he was engaged to be married to the enormously wealthy daughter of one of tho principal manufacturers of the city, a lady whom he had only met twice be fore m his life. The usurer replied that he was ready to advance the money if the Count could convince him of the ex istence of the engagement. Accordingly the following day the young nobleman caused an advertisement to be inserted in two of the principal papers of the capital announcing his letrothal and his approaching marriage to the heiress. Two days later the young lady's father caused an indignant denial of the engage ment to be published, and addressed a strongly worded complaint to the Colonel of Count A.'s regiment. The young no bleman was at once ordered to resign his commission, and immediately after having done so blew out his brains. The question now being discussed in Berlin society is as to whether he was suceesful or not in getting the money from the usurer in the few hours which elapsed between the announcement of the be trothal and its denial. N. Y. World. Didn't See the Joke. They are telling a story about a well known Kansas City Irishman, who is a little slow at grasping a joke. He and a friend were swapping anecdotes the other night, and the friend with great gusto told the story of the traveling man who was stopping at a Kansas hotel, and at the dinner table rather paralyzed the waiter girl by ordering every dish she called off. When dessert was reached the girl said: "Wave applepiecustard pielnjunpud and grape pie." Said tho traveler calmly, "Y'ou may bring me some custard pie, some Indian pudding, and some apple pie." The girl looked at him a minute in surprise and blurted out, "Wot's the matter with the grape pie?" Having reached the crisis of the joke, the friend paused and looked anxiously at the face of the Irish gentleman. The latter sat a moment as if in deep medi tation. Then he looked up and inquired a little impatiently: "Well, what was the matter with the grape pie?" A Fashionable Reception. The World gives the following descrip tion of a New York party: A very large reception was given by Mrs. nicks-Lord at her handsome house in Washington Square. The crush was simply immense, and as there was no'proper quarantine, so to speak, at the door, a great many of the 2,(W0 people estimated to have been there were not invited guests. The ef fect, so far as the wraps and belongings of the ladies and the overcoats of the gentlemen were concerned, for whose disposition no proper provision had been made, was in consequence rather start ling. The losses are estimated to have been in the neighborhood of 85, (KM). One gentleman who was there with his wife, and who went there with a very handsome overcoat, his wife wearing a sealskin dolman worth something over $1,000, declares that after the reception he was able to rescue out of his entire equipment only a pair of ovendioes. LADIES' COLUMN. "Women in a New Field. Bliss Anna II. Whitney, the proprie tor of the Chequasset Kennels at Lan caster, JIass., is said to be at the head of mastiff-breeders in this country. Al ways a lover of animals, Miss Whitney gave up her vocation of school teaching, which she had followed for thirty years, and went to Europe, where she secured the best stock obtainable and thus started the Lancaster kennels. Her name is in the list of those who have iaken steps for the organization of a St. Bernard Club in this country. This affords an other illustration of the fact that Ameri caa women are forcing their way to the front of all business enterprises. A Novelty in Album. The latest "fad" of the fair sex in Norfolk is a hair album in which they place locks of hair from the hcadi ol iheir friends of the other 6ex. Of course the girl with the most locks of hair ic her album is the "best fellow," and it therefore happens that the rivalry be tween them is very keen, and that popu lar young men are so beset with applica tions for locks of hair that Ihey are in danger of being made entirely bnld, and the young man who does not look as if a buzz saw had been at work among hi' tresses is at once recognized as a fellow who is not in favor with the ladies of the Elkhorn City. Wayne (Ntb.) Gazette. Henna Dyeing ' A fashion ence prevailed in France ol employing a certain hairdresser; sc necessary did his service become that nc lady of social pretentions could appeat in public unadorned by his art. That h might satisfy all his customers, the man was obliged, for festive occasions, tc begin his work the day beforehand, and some ladies were constantly obliged tc pass the night seated in high-backed chairs, that they might keep their head gear in good order. Such preliminary torture is suffered bj the Arabian lady when undergoing the process of dyeing with the henna plant. The following description of thit part el the toilet is taken from "Memoirs of an Arabian Trincess.' The lady who is about to undergo tht dyeing process is stretched out at full length on her back, and is not allowed to 6tir. The paste is put on the soles of tht feet, the toes included, about an inch thick ; the upper part of the feet is nevei dyed. Soft leaves are then applied, as I covering, and the whole is tightly wrapped in linen. The same process is gone through with the palm of the hand and the fingers. To keep the application in place, tht lady must lie perfectly still all night, foi no other parts of the body must receivt the dye, and a spot on the back of tht hand or the finger joints would be t great disfigurement. All this time she is dreadfully teased bj swarms of mosquitoes and flics, but sht dare not move to drive them away. It the upper classes, slaves watch all nigh) to keep away these pests with fans. The same process must be repeated foi three nights to obtain the desired red tint; but, once finished, it remains fori month, and cannot be washed out. Arqoty. Fashion Notes. Liberty silks are the fashion par-excellence for young English girls. Mouse colored outer garments vie with those of dark red in the realm of fashion. Chaplets of fine flowers are worn by young girls on their simple evening coiff ures. The fashion of wearing colors in petti coats for black costumes will still con tinue. In England the fashionable tea gown is of brilliant red, whatever the fabric may be. Kankerchiefs are daintier and more filmy than ever and embroidered with nuns' work. Still one sees the corsage ornament on ostrich tips in one or two colors as th case may be. Earbaric jewels are very much the fashion this season, the more crude the more effective. The present tendency is towards more dressy neckwear than has prevailed foi several seasons past. Flowers and watered ribbon are tht popular decorations for evening cos tumes, ostrich tips being more appro priate to dinner costumes. Rough-surfaced but softly woven goods are shown in great variety, and are especially suitable for costumes tc te worn the year through. No wedding trousseau is now complete without a fan to correspond with every evening toilet, and with an extensive wardrobe this item is no small one. The girdle is the most graceful thing a slight figure is capable of wearing and is always artistic. It should, however, be of pliant silk o: Indian mull. - A Hasty Departure. Bub," said the agent, as a little boy opened the door, "is your ma in?' "Yes: (he's in the kitchen trying to fix the stove; it won't bake. Wh') shall I say wants to see her?" "Tell her the new minister, who wjij call again." Harper's Bunr TIIE JOKERS BUDGET. WHAT THK HUMOROUS HAVE TO SAY. MEN Wanted the Earth The Frightened Boy He was Satisfied Oft His Guard The Land Beyond, &c. HE SHOT IT. A young sportsman in Rockland had a tooth pulled the ether day, and while under the influence of gas took an active part in an imaginary fox chase. As tho tooth j-ielded to the gentle persuasion of the forceps, tho young hunter went up into the air alxmt three feet with the ex-;' clamation: "He's shot the fox! He's shot the fox!" Bangor Commercial. A GREAT BARGAIN'. Toung sport on his way home from his morning ride in tho park drops in at his doctor's, and gives his horse to a boy to hold. When he comes out he finds a new boy in charge. Sport Well, but you're not the boy I left my horse with. Boy No, sir. I jist speckilated, and bought him of the other fellow for a nickel. 7'exas Sifting. , A SrGGESTION. Tramp (to citizen, who has donated a nickel for a night's lodging)-If jou could give me one more nickel, sir, I can get a bed all to myself. Citizen Xo, I can't do that, buf here is a suggestion. Y'ou ask the gentleman you are to sleep with for an additional nickel. He ought to lie Milling to givo it gladly. RESEMBLANCE. Wife Oh, dear! That fire will have to be built again. Husband Is that so? That's too bad. Wife Why do you suppose it goes out so often? Husband Goes out to get something to keep it warm, just as I'm going to do. I'll be back in an hour or so. Lowell Courier. OFF HIS GHAUD. Miss Gushington (enjoying a sleigh ride) I think you have a lovely horse, Mr. De Lyle. About what does such a fine animal cost? Mr. De Lyle Two dollars an' how oh er yes, that horse is worth about $800, Miss Gushington Epoch. i HE WAS SATISFIED. Stranger (to office boy) Did you tell the editor there's a man down stairs what wants to knock him kown an drag him out? Office Boy Yessir; an' ho says will you kindly step up at once, ns ho wants to go to dinner. Stranger (somewhat milder) Well er I don't want to take no advantage of a man with an empty stomach. Tell him I'll come in again. A ROLAND FOR AS OIJVER. Wife (to husband, who lias stumbled over a pair of her shoes) Don't be so impatient, John. I never saw a man who has so little self-control over small things as you have. Husband Heavens, my dear, you don't call your shoes small things, do you. N. Y. Times. "Joseph, you've leen drinking again! I can smell it for miles." "Nonsense, dear. Doesn't the bibla say 'Cleave to your wife' and I clove, that's all." JTST THE REVERSE. "Do yon dawnce the lawnccr, Dr. Brown?" 'Xo, I do not dawnce the lawncers, But when the dawncers' health breaks down I pometimes lawnce the dawncern." Life. HE HAD ASSISTANCE. "Remember, my boy," said Uncle James, as he gave Bobby a coin, "that if you take caro of tho pennies the doh lars will take care of themselves." Bobby looke a trifle dubious. "I do take care of the pennies,"Je replied, "but as soon as they get to be dollars pa takes care of 'em." COMPARATIVE GUILT. Father What do you think of a boy that throws a banana skin on a side walk? Sou I don't know. What do you think of a banana skin that throws s man on the sidewalk? Life. A PILOT. A Seventeenth Ward school teacher recently asked her class the question: "What" is ft pilot ?" The 6mart boy answered : "It is a lot where they grow pie plant," and was sent to the foot of the class. Milwaukee Wisconsin. TAKE IT, BOB. Judpre Gary wa3 hearing a case that called for a jury trial, and after the usual M it .1 -1 X t - wrangling iuat uiwaya iries uis pauence. tho jury was secured and sworn. Tho Jndge settled back in his chair, thinking that the case was fairly started, when up jumped a little German who was sitting in one end of the jury box. "Shudge!" he exclaimed. "Well, what is it?" asked the Judge shortly. "Shudge, I t'ink I like to go home." "You can't go. Sit down!" "Shudge, I don't t'ink I make a good shurer." "You're the best on tho panel. Sit down." "Well, Shudge," and the little fellow was getting desper ate, "I doan" speak goot English." "You'll not have to speak any at all." "And, Shudge, I can't make nodings oudt of vot dose fellows (indicating the attorneys) are talking aboudt." "That's no excuse. Neither can any ono else. Sit down." Chicago Tribune. - -- -r - - -
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