A FRIEND.
Am one who, looking from a dusk-whelmed
height
Himself alone, unseen
Sees on some distant slope a twinkling
light
Across the vale between.
And, Razing; on that small terrestrial
Star,
Sends through the deepening night
A kindly thought to those, whoe'er they
are,
That gather round the light,
-So I, a friend unknown and far away,
AcTOgs the world's width apnrl
A thought a hand-clasp as a brother
may,
you, in thought my friend.
y
Hita Was Punished X
"Manama, please tell me a good-night
fitory." So begged little Grade Adain.3
of her mother. The clock had struck
eight and it was the hour for Oracle
to go to bed.
"Very well, dearie," promised Mrs.
Adams. "What sort of a story do you
want?"
"I like fairy stories best, mamma,"
replied Grade.
, Then, as soon as Grade was in her
little white nightie, she snuggled close
beside her mamma in a big sleepy
hollow, prepared to give close attention
to the good-night story.
"Well," began Mrs. Adams, "this
story I am about to tell is of a little
fiirl called Nita, and of her punishment
for being very naughty one tinje durt
ing her mamma's absence. She was
left in the company of her aged great
grandmother, who was almost blind.
Before her mamma departed from
home she told Nita to be very kind to
old granny, and to perform any little
errands for the old lady that she
might wish to have done. Nita prom
ised to obey; but the very iirst thing
that granny asked her to do, she pout
ed and acted very naughtily. And all
granny had asked of her was a cold
drink of water to be brought from the
spring, which was near to the kitchen
door. But Nita was playing with her
dolls and did not want to take the
time to go to the spring, so she got a
dipper of water from the big wooden
pail which stood on a bench in the
kitchen, thus saving herself five min
utes' exertion going to and from the
spring for fresh water. Granny put
the water to her lips, but, finding it
warm, said she could not drink it.
"Why, it's from the spring," declared
Nita, thinking, that she was telling
the whole truth, for, of course the
water had originally come from the
spring but it had been in the pail for
some time. But she Knew she was
decelvng her old grandmtoher. There
fore her deception was as wicked as an
outright lie" would have been.
" 'Well. It cannot be direct from the
spring, child,' said the poor old lady.
'And I cannot drink it, thirsty as I am.
But I shall try to get to the spring if
you will give me my walking cane. I
think it is in the corner."
"Although Nita felt ashamed of h--fng
tried to deceive old granny, she
nevertheless got the old lady's stick
to her, for she was too anxious to get
back to her dolls to run to the spring
and get the water.
"After her aged grandmother had
hobbled to the spring for a drink, Nita
sat down on the big back porch to play
with her dolls. She sat busily sew
ing on a little frock for one of her
dollies, a pretty pink silk (a remnant
her mamma had bought for the pur
pose) to bo trimmed in white lace. Af
ter a few minutes had passed away she
heard her grandmother's voice calling
to her: 'Nita!- Nita, dear! Please
come at ence to granny!'
"The old lady's voice being some
what excited and imperative, Nita
threw down her work impatiently and
went slowly Into the house to ascer
tain her grandmother's wants. 'She's
such a bother,' she said to herself. 'Oh,
why must an old lady want so much
waiting oh?' Then, entering her grand
mother's, room she asked in rather an
impatient voice: 'Well, what is it
now, granny?"
" 'I feel so faint, child, that I want
you to fetch me the camphor bottle.
You'll find it on the top shelf in th
closet of my room. Will you fetch it
quickly, dearie? I am so faint."
"Nita went upstairs, but not as
quickly as she might have done. Took
her time for getting the camphor bot
tle, returned leisurely to her grand
mother, put the bottle on the table be
side her and started to go to her play
again. 'Please dearie,' said granny
feebly, 'pour a little camphor in that
glass of water there on the table and
hand it to me. It was the exertion of
going down the steps to the spring
and up them again that caused this
sudden weakness. Oh, dear child, it Is
eo hard to become as feeble as I am.
and to be obliged to ask other folks to
-wait on me.' And the poor old lady
wiped a teardrop from her almost
sightless eye.
"Nita dropped some camphor into
the glass, roughly handed it to her
grandmother without a single word of
sympathy and returned immediately to
her playthings. But to her surprise
the pink silk frock she had been sew
ing on a few minutes before had chang
ed in material and color. There lay
a common cotton thing fashioned ex
actly like the silk one, with the needle
stuck into one of the seams just as she
had left it on going into the house to
her grandmother and of an uxlj
hrowish color.
" 'Why, what does this mean?' asked
Nita of herself. And to her surprise a
voice answered her:
" 1 am responsible for the change In I
the doll'a frock. A cotton one will do
you as well as a silk one.
" 'But who is speaking to me?' asked
Nita, turning and looking all about
her, but seefng no one.
" 1 am a fairy,' replied the voice.
'And I saw you give your old grand
mother warm, stale water instead of
cold fresh water from the spring. So
I said to myself that you could not
complain if I give you a cotton frock
for your doll instead of a silk one. Old
granny can feel and suffer; a doll can
not know what it wears.'
"Nita sat with bowed face, for sho
felt very guilty indeed. And she knew
sho deserved, just such punishment as
the fairy was Inflicting on her. But
while she sat there, head bent so that
her curls hid h c face, a sudden- par
oxysm of pain in her stomach doubled
her up. 'Oh, oh, oh!' she cried, hold
ing her sides.
" 'Shall I fetch you some camphor?'
asked the fairy voice ironically.
"'Oh, please do!' begged Nita. Then
she remembered how she had behaved
when her old grandmother had beg
ged for the camphor bottle; how im
patient she had become, and how slow
ly she had gone to fetch the bottle. Oh,
I know why I have this pain!' wailed
Nita. 'It's because I behaved so bad
ly toward poor old granny. Oh, I was
so naughty, so naughty!' Then she be
an to cry aloud from the severe
cramps In her stomach. Old granny
overheard her walls and came limping
to the porch to inquire Into the cause.
She was leaning heavily on her stick,
and seemed quite too feeble to be on
her feet; but her anxiety for Nita
caused her to forget her own suffering
and to come to minister to the child's
wants. 'Oh, dearie, what is the mat
ter? asked the old lady.
"Suddenly the fairy caused a terrible
thirst to come to Nita, and looking
up into her grandmother's face, she
walled: 'Oh. granny, I am ill and dying
for a drink of cold water.'
" 'Well, dear child, you shall have
it,' declared granny, getting the dipper
from the kitchen and going down the
long stone steps to the spring. Twice
she almost fell in making the desoent,
and once in returning with the dipper
of water she stumbled and would have
fallen had not the good fairy sup
ported and strengthened her. Then
with all possible haste she put the dip
per of water to Nita's lips, saying1:
'Drink, darling child; I shall get the
camphor for you if you do not feel
better after having drunk the water.'
"Nita touched her lips to the water,
but it was as bitter as gall. She did
not say a word to her granny about
this, for she understood that the fairy
had changed the taste of the water
from sweet and pure to a horrid bit
ter. All she could do was to declare
she did not feel like drinking more
water. 'Oh, the camphor,' said granny,
and limped off to get it. This was too
much for Nita, whose conscience was
torturing her more .than was the pain.
Oh, granny,' she said, 'come back; I
have something to confess to you!'
" 'Ah, now you are doing the right
thing,' said the fairy. 'And if you are
a good little girl In future t will come
to bring you good luck instead of pun
ishment. But the wicked must suffer
for their misdeeds, you know. Now I
shall go to return at some near future
day. If in the meantime you have be
haved nicely, been kind and consider
ate toward your old grandmother, your
doll's frock will become silk again.'
"Just as the fairy ceased speaking
old granny returned to the porch, fetch
ing the camphor to Nita. But as the
little girl was now feeling much bet
ter, old granny dropped wearily on a
porch bench, saying 'Oh, it is so hard
for such old legs as mine to climb the
steps from the spring. And it is diffi
cult for me to see my way about.
Otherwise, dearie, I would have been
more sprightly, while waiting on you.'
" 'Oh, granny, you are too gsod to
me, for I have been such a naughty,
naughty girl. But I shall make a clean
breast of it all. Here, let me sit at
your knee and ask your forgiveness.
"An hour later Nita's mamma found
them on the porch together, the old
grandmother's arm about the little
girl's shoulders and the feeble old
voice talking' ever so sweetly and for
givingly, to the little one, who had
held back nothing of her own naughti
ness. And from that day Nita never
again needed punishment, for the fairy
had taught her a lesson she never for
got. And from that day she became
the happiest and most helpful little
girl in all the world." Washington
Star.
Cingalese Font of Travel.
The Cingalese have a notorious pro
pensity for travel on our lines. I am
reminded of a true story of a native
shopboy who stole forty rupees and
then disappeared for several days.
All search proving fruitless in the or
dinary walks of life -the railway was
thought of, and there the young ras
cal was found spending his pelf In
traveling backward and forward be
tween Colombo and Kandy.
I must not forget also that during
the early days of the seaside line the
villagers traveled so much using up
all spare cash, that certain small tax
es payable by them were only with
some difficulty collected Britannia.
Too Many Controversies.
"Human nature is very perverse."
"That's right. A man may be with
you in politics and against you on this
Arctic Question. Few men are on the
same side in all the current controver
sies" Louisville Courier-Journal.
Prince Edward of Wales, future
king of England, until a few weeks
ago received 24 cents pocket money
each week while in residence at Os
borne naval college.
fDR BOYS
The Sliver Spoon.
I'm happier to he thy npoon
Than anything I know.
I'll carry goixiics to thy lips
And heip to make thee grow.
The very moment 1 approach ,
Those cherry doors will spring.
And I shall nestle on they tongue
As happy as a king!
And I nhall peer all round about,
Above and then beneath.
In hopes to be the first to tell
When thou dost cut thy teeth.
It 'may take lime to win thy love.
For I must first begin
By feeding thee the plainest food
And sometimes medicine!
But then will come the happy days
When thou shalt learn of me
How good baked apples are witn cream,
Ana prunes, ana hominy!
Ah, how thou'lt love me when I come
With ruddy berries piled!
And I will give thee orange-juice,
And jam, iny darling child!
Then let me be thy willing slave,
And always wait on thee.
And by and by 1 11 let thee sip
Real coffee out of me!
-Wilfred E. Knollys, in Youth's Compan
ion. Still Made by Hand.
We seem to think that machinery i
can do anything, but there are numer
ous important trades which are car
riea on in much the same way as
they were ages ago, trades in which
machinery has not ousted man.
Gold leaf is an example. Today it
Is made in probably the identical man
ner it hr.s been made ever since man
first made a piece of gold leaf. Strips
of gold are beaten entirely by hand
ror the reason that no machine can
think before each blow is given. The
gold leaf becomes so delicate that a
single wrong blow would entirely
spoil it.
Gratitude.
A party of a ship's crew being sent
ashore on a part of the coast of India
for the purpose of cutting wood for
the ship, one of them having strayed
from the rest was greatly frightened
by the appearance of a large lioness
who made toward him; but on her
coming up she lay down at his feet
and looked very earnestly first at him
and then at a tree a short distance
off. ' After repeating her looks several
times, she arose and proceeded on
ward to the tree, looking back seveial
times, as if wishing the man to follow
her. At length he ventured, and com
Ing to the tree he perceived a hu
baboon with two young cubs in her
arms, which he supposed were those
of the lioness, as she crouched down
like a cat, and seemed to eye them
very steadfastly. The man being
afraid to ascend the tree, decided on
cutting it down, and, having his axe
with him, he set actively to work
when the lioness seemed most atten
tive.to what he was doing. When the
tree fell she sprang upon the baboon,
and, after tearing him in pieces, she
turned round and licked the cubs for
some time. She then turned to the
man and fawned round him, rubbing
her head against him in great fond
ness and in token of her gratitude for
the service he had done. Philadel
phia Ledger.
Primitive Time-Keeping.
In Madagascar, before the people
had clocks and watches, the passin
of the night and day was marked
by various observations cf nature and
of domestic duties.
Frog-croaking was the earliest inti
mation of coming day. This was at
about two o'clock , and was followed
in an hour by cock-crowing. Crow
croaking came at five o'clock, and half
an hour late- the colors of cattle were
to be made out. At that time dili
gent people would awake.
Within the tropics, sunrise would
vary little from six o'clock, and fifteen
minutes later was the time for cattle
tq go to pasture. The drying of the
dew marked another period at about
half past six.
As the houses were built with their
length running north and south, these
furnished a sort of dial. The door
was always on the west side. Day
was said to be taking hold of the
threshold at about half past twelve.
At one o'clock was the peeping-in of
the day. An hour later the sun had
reached the rice-pounding place. At
three o'clock it was at the place of
tying the calf.
In the course of another hour it
had reached the poultry pen. At half
past five the cattle came home, and
at six the sun was dead. From seven
to eight people were cooking and eat
ing their rice, and at nine they went
to sleep.
When Papoose Dies.
The Indian mother, when her baby
dies, does not be!ieve that swift an
gels bear it into the sunshine of the
spirit-land; but she h3 a beautiful
dream to solace her bereavement.
The cruel empty places which every
where meet the white mother's eye are
unknown to her, for to her tender
fancy a little spiritchild fills them.
It is not uncommon, says the author
of "Little Folks of Mliny Lands," to
see in Mexico, or in Canada, a pair of
elaborate tiny moccasins above a lit
tle Indian grave. A mother's fingers
have made them, a mother's hand has
hung them there, to help a baby's
feet over the long, rough road that
stretches between his father's wig
wam and the Great Chief's' happy
hunting-grounds.
Indians believe that a babr's spirit
cannot reach the spirit-land until the
child, if living, would have been old
enough and strong enough to walk.
Until that time the little spirit hovers
about its mother. And often it grows
tired oh, so very tired! so the ten-
1p
ADD QIRLS
der mother carries a papoose's cradle
on her back that the baby spirit may
ride and rest when it. will.
The cradle is filled with the softest
feathers for spirits rest more com
fortably upon feathers, hard things
bruise them and all papoose's old
toys dangle from its hood, for dead
papoose may like to play even as liv
ing papoose did.
The Last Day of Vacation.
Through all the sunny morning any
one familiar with their habits would
have noticed that a sort of gentle
melancholy seemed to brood over the
pool of the alligators. There had been
five or six wrestling bouts, but they
had been conducted in a half-hearted
way as if simply indulged in to assist
digestion. There was no go and dash
about the performance.
Finally even these hollow attempts
at play were given up, and a xippleless
silence took possession cK the pool.
All the alligators, big ano little, ar
ranged themselves in a row, and shut
ting their eyes, just rested the points
I of their long noses on the bank. They
might have been so many pieces of
green bronze.
Some people think that alligators
can't count; but even the smallest al
ligator knew the day of the month,
and that was the last day in that dear
outdoor pool. To-morrow they would
be pushed and shoved and prodded
and poked into winter quarters. For
the little alligators that spelled
s-c-h-o.o-1, horrid word! For the older
alligators it meant a long stretch of
days with no nice hot sun, no nice big
pool, nothing to do but sleep and eat!
And for the oldest alligator of all it
meant teaching!
Was it any wonder they were all
greatly depressed? But it is absurd
to spend the last day of vacation in
vain regrets.1? So when the oldest and
largest 'gator crawled slowly out of
the pool to the center of the pen, all
the rest opened their eyes at once,
just as if he had said, "One, two,
three, wake up!" When he had
stretched himself at full length, he
opened his mouth and made a sound
like escaping steam. "Come on, all of
you," he said. "Iet's have one' more
game of pyramid."
Did you ever see alligators play
pyramid? It is the oldest game in the
world, Invented by the first alligator
that eevr lived. He taught it to his
children long ago in the land of
Egypt, and they in turn taught it to
their children. Only the alligators
and crocodiles, their cousins, know
how to play it properly.
When the oldest and largest alliga
tor had stretched himself at full
length, the next largest in the crowd
crawled on top of him, with his head
turned toward the big one's tail.
Then both together gave the same
steam-hissing sound, and then the
next largest crawled up, and the next
and the next, until on the top of the
pyramid sat quite a little 'gator, with
eight larger felows underneath, all
head to tail. Then they all let off
steam together to attract the atten
tion of the other pyramids, none of
which was larger than seven 'gators
high.
Then began the really difficult part
of the game. Old Samson Alligator
started to crawl slowly round the pen.
If there were any hillocks in his path,
or stones or uneven places in the
ground, he did not avoid them, as one
might suppose, but even went out of
his way to go over them. As he felt
the load slipping to one side or the
other, he would let off a steam, which
Is the way alligators laugh to them
selves. At the fourth hump, alligator
number eight, who was next to the
top, fell off. But little 'gator number
nine just managed to keep his seat.
That pleased him very much, for it
is the rule of the game that the top
ones should fall first, and as number
eight had fallen before him, he could
stay on his back and ride round until
al the rest were shaken off. This.
naturally, took some time, and as all
the rest fell off in regular order, num
ber eight was in bad humor at his
mishap.
"Oh, you're terrible smart, I know!"
he said, ill-naturedly, to litle number
nine. "Just you wait till tomorrow,
when you begin school! Perhaps
you'll find you don't know so much,
after all!" But at the very mention
of school his ill-humor vanished. Af-
cr all, misfortune makes one kinder.
He, too, had to go to school. When
the keeper brought supper he had en
tirely recovered, and good-naturedly
made a place for the smallest 'gator
next to himself, and did not gobble
more than four-sixths of the food that
came their way.
"To-morrow's full of trouble," said
the keeper to a friend. "We've eot to
move all these alligators. It's a jab!
There are so man" now that we wni
ave to separate 'em. Take out some
f the big ones and put 'em in a sepa
rate corner."
At this all the little alligators
nearly died of excitement. Suppose
the teacher would be taken? They
scarcely slept all night, and those that
did dreamed of a tank where there
wasn't a teacher and it was- always
acat ion. Henry Dick, In the Youth s
Companion.
An Embryo Statesman.
"Harold!"
"Yes, papa."
"What's thi3 I hear? You say you
won't go to bed?"
Papa," replied the statesman's lit
tle boy, "if you heard anything like
that, I have been misquoted." Kansas
Cl'y Journal.
A Night Robe in Court.
A case tried in the local courts
hinged on the fit of a woman's night
robe, alleged to have been stolen from
Mrs. James Wallace's clothes line, with
other apparel, by Mrs. James Gorlcn
The garment was produced iln court
and a demand made by Attorney Rob
est W. Irvin that Mrs. Wallace prove
her claim to the property by showing
that it fit hc-r. Mrs. Wallace is tall
At the order of the court she stood
up and measured the garment over her
form, the fit proving a good one.
"It's a little short," remarked Mr
Irwin, "and might give you cold feet.'
Amanda Hardy, a washerwoman
testified shs was positive the night
robe belonged to Mrs. Wallace, for
she had washed it two years ago,
and it then had a button missing as
at present. Washington (Pa.) Letter
to the New York World.
Flatlron Turban Again.
The new-shaped toque, known as the
"flat-iron" a name suggested by its
close resemblance to this homely do
mestic implement is among the lat
est innovations in the realm of Paris
ian milltaery.
It is frequently carried out m a
combination of blue and green velvet
trimmed with velvet fruit. These hats
are, besides, to be had in fur, in which
case the trimming usually takes the
form cf a little cluster of camellias or
6haded velvet roses.
Numbers of the new picture models
have no other trimming than a scarf
of fine gold tissue, heavily fringed at
the ends and falling over the brim of
the hat almost to the shoulder. This,
although not a little startling, is suf
ficiently becoming to tempt many wo
men to adopt it, the effect, when the
whole toilette is carried out in black,
ieing particularly successful.
Woman Scientist Honored.
Mrs. W. E. Ayrton, who has just
been awarded the Hughes Medal by
the Royal Society for experimental in
vestigations on the electric arc, and
also upon eand ripples, has had a re
markable career. When she left school
at the age of 16 she began to earn
her living by teaching at Glrton
College, Cambridge. Here she took
honors in mathematics and physics.
The first result of the course of study
was the invention of the spbygmo
graph, for recording the beats of the
pulse; then she took out a patent for
a line divider, an instrument for im
mediately dividing up a line into any
number of equal parts. Subsequently
she turned her attention to electricity.
In 1884 she married Professor Ayrton.
She has read' a series 6f papers before
the British Association, and has writ
ten a large number of scientific works.
Mrs. Ayrton, who has a beautiful
home in the West End of London, is
the mother of Israel Zangwill's wife.
New Way To Be Wedded.
Quite the latest way of getting mar
ried comes from Paris. Two young
people presented themselves before
the cure of a church in Montmartre,
"Good day,'" they said, "M. le Cure; is
it not splendid weather?" "Magnifi
cent!" replied the genial priest. "A
little to warm, but in the shade, you
know " His sentence was never
finished, for the two young people in
terrupted lain by saying in one voice,
"We mutually consent to be married."
The priest was thoroughly taken
aback, and pretested; but at this very
moment two witnesses who were in
hiding came forward and stated they
had heard the declaration, too. Hence
there was nothing for it. According
to the Couucil cf Trent and the law
that govern? the church the couple
are indissolubly married. Imagine the
sensation in Montmartre.
Now, when a young man, accompan
ied by a young woman, "passes the
time of day" with the cure, the lat
ter replies. "Ca, that is very well, but
it does net count with me; I'm deaf."
Girl Specialists.
The girl that has the most enjoyaSle
time in these days when people must
be amused can really bo best de
scribed as a "specialist," for she must
be "up" in some kind of sport to have
the invitations that her flitting about
denotes. The tennis girl is in demand
all summer, from earliest spring un
til November; the golf girl comes sec
ond, and a girl who can do either
game and play good bridge besides out
classes both with ease and has what
might be termed an "optn season" all
the year round. To know how to sail
a boat, drive a motor or play bil
liards or pool is useful, but these are
merely incidental accomplishments
and count for little, but a girl who
rides or drives well is in demand
among the married women, for she
purely attracts the best men in every
community to the house where she
stays. Gi'iis do not got their invita
tions solely on their own merits, but
most frequently for the amount of use
their hostesses can make cf the'-" p?
social attractions. New York Trib
une Complexions Undergo Changes.
It is not to many years aso that it
was the chief emotion of every girl
and woman to have a complexion that
would be said to resemble the "rosfs
and cream" of the heroine of an Eng
lish novel. No wad-ays, to judge by trie
complexions on view in the high plac
es of the Diamond Horseshoe, that
Bort of thin? will net do aL all, for the
face of the average woman to be seen
there on subscription nights looks as
if she had just come in from a day
spent either in a biting wind follow
ing the hounds or as one might look
who had been on a yacht for a fort
night or so under the torrid suns of
summer days. Two strikilng illustra
tions of this fashion In complexion
were afforded on Monday night at the
opera by Mrs. Edmund Baylies, who
was in the oonspicuiO-us Goelet box,
and Mrs. Stuyvesant Fish, who wa
holding an impromptu reception all
through the opera in the Gerry box.
Mrs. Baylies's face was a rich red that
showed out brilliantly over her cos
tume of greenish blue, and Mrs. Fish
looked as If she had spent all the time
in her voyage across from Europe out
on the deck of the liner, so vivid was
the hue of her complexion. In both
instances this effect of out-of-doors
life was all the more striking from
the contrast afforded by the elegaiic
of their frocks. New York Press.
Hotel Like a Home.
It ftj no new thing for a woman or
women to manage a large hotel, but
it is a new experience for a traveler
to receive such courtesy and attention
at a large and popular hotel that he
feels as if he were a member of a
house party and must give expression.
to his appreciation and employment
when paying his bill much in the man
ner he would thank a personal host
for a pleasant stay. Yes, there is such.
a hotel in the world managed by euch.
people. Way out In the northwest, in
the province of Alberta, in a region.
of snow-capped mountains, lakes and
rivers, ideal in every way. In this re
gion there is an ideal hotel. And to
lollow out the house that Jack built
form in this ideal hotel there are four
ideal Scotch women, whose voices like
Annie Laurie's, are "low and sweet.
They work in twos, a day and a night
shift or relay, and though the same
questions are asked over and over
again, day in and day out, the answers
are always made in an interested gra
cious manner; hone of the snippy,
know-it-all, such-a-bore manner, which
is characteristic of the American ho
tel employe or for that matter, Amer
ican employe of any kind.
Consciously or unconsciously the trav
eler lowers his voice and "mends his
manners to accord with those of the
women who manage a. great hotel in
a great gentle way. And what is
the result. It is that more than the
bodily wants, the "creature comforts'
of the traveler are ministered unto.
The finer senses are satisfied here.
No welcome sign is needed; the trav
eler feels the cordial, cherry atmos
phere the '.nonient he enters the place.
An evening here when chairs are pull
ed up in front of the huge blazing log
in the fireplaces, by reading lamps or
by aard tables, suggests a private
house party. The "home touch," or
as some call it, the "woman's touch" la
felt throughout the place. Americans
spend much time, effort and money
in cultivating this, that and another
talent. Our hearts are in the right
place, no doubt, but our voices and
our manners are not always capitivat-
ing, and they are worse when we go
abroad, for then we seem to forget the
Golden rule. Why, no one knows.
But there is hope for us, and especially
for any who may come under the in
fluence of such women as one finds In
the big hotel in the northwest. New
Haven Register.
Fashion Notes.
Some turbans have brims.
One turban shows the brim turned
up at the left.
Often the brim of the turban is cov-.
ered by the crown.
A bunch of feathers is often at the
eft back of a turban.
Velvet is favored for turbans and
so are felts and beavers.
Most French frocks of the late are
short enough to show the ankles.
The Japanese parasol of from 12 to
16 ribs t3 apparently the favorite.
The newest sboe-3 have a medium
vamp and are arched to make them
look shorter.
Softened metal touches are intro
duced in a number of attractive ways.
on the turban.
Jewelled buttons are a distinctly new
ornament lor the hair. They are used
to hold in place the pretty hair bands
of the moment.
The latest hats from Paris are very
wide brimmed, but there are very
positive predictions, that there is to be
a decrease in size of head gear this
season.
One of the new hat trimmings is a
spray of camellia. The blossoms are
hue;e, and the spray usually consists of
a single blossom, a large bud, and sev
eral leaves.
While vanity bags are to be had in
every known leather, the light and
dark colored suedes are most popu
lar. The bags are a bit smaller than
those of a year ago.
Very dainty and becoming are the
hats wh'ch are trimmed only with a
large bow of white or cream lace, tied
with many loops and wired invisibly
so that the fold3 of the lace may not
become limp.
Embroidery on stockings is more
popular this reason than it has been
in many years. This is accounted for
by the vogue of the embroidered glove,
which !is supposed to match the hos
iery in color and design.