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Show i IN DIREST POVERTY. A DAUGHTER OF THE OLD KNICKERBOCKER FAMILY. Losing Fight with Want One by One Her Thing ilme lieen Fawned, I'ntU Her Wedding King llaa Gone for Food. Ia a bare rear tenement, so small that It3 three rooms scarcely make one good-sized apartment, and so damp that the mold has invaded every stationary sta-tionary object. Ellen Stuyvesant Granfield is facing abject want in New York city. One by one the trinkets endeared to her from childhood have found their way to the pawnshop, till the very wedding ring has been torn from her finger to buy bread. In the prime of life, with a good husband and good health to aid her, this descendant descend-ant of the brave old Knickerbocker Peter Stuyvesant has been compelled to admit that she has fought her fight with Fate and lot. It is the old story of a young couple strong in hope, both able and eagr to work to lay up a competency for the old age which seemed so far off an easy income in-come for years, and then failure. The pursuit of employment till the search became a nightmare, the dwindling of their savings till all was gone, and now the prospects of eviction supply the sequel. Ellen Stuyvesant Olm-stead Olm-stead was the pet of the household till the death of their father threw the three children on their own resources. A natural aptitude for the care of the sick led her to adopt nursing as her calling, and it was in that capacity at the old Chambers Street hospital that she met her husband, Ernest Granfield. Gran-field. lie, too, was a nurse, and their marriage only served to strengthen strength-en their interest in their chosen work. But Ellen Granfield is not considered "stuck up" by her neighbors. Sue answers their greetings with a smile and they regard her as a "good, decent woman." They care nothing about her blue blood. She does not bother them with her ancestry. That ancestry is not troubling her either just now. The question, "Where will it all end?" is one she puts to herself a hundred times a day as she counts over the little lit-tle bundle of pawn tickets that lie in her bureau drawer. That is her thought by day and her dream by night. She sits and sews through the long afternoon and greets her husband's hus-band's step when he returns at night from his hopeless search for work and kisses away the troubled frewn that clouds his forehead. They are kind to each otter In their poverty. Both are patient. Ellen Granfield is a pleasant-faced pleasant-faced woman of middle age. She has a true patrician face and kindness beams from her eyes, and her smile is good to see. Mrs. Granfield Is the daughter of Phoebe Ann Stuyvesant, whose father was David Stuyvesant, a big land owner. Phoebe Ann Stuyvesant Stuyves-ant married James Olmstead, a civil engineer of great energy, who laid out many great public works In Connecticut. Connecti-cut. There were three children Ellen, El-len, a brother, who died quite young, and one sfster, now also deceased. Ellen El-len was carefully educated, but when her father died their fortune dwindled, and, left with the care of her mother, she chose nursing as a profession. 3he and her husband took charge of the Reception hospital, at the foot of East Sixteenth street, for several years. Side by side they nursed and cared for the suffering. A change in the office of the commissioner of charities came and the Granfields were relieved of their charge. Then came the change their fortunes. "Since that day when we were forced from the Reception Recep-tion hospital," said Mrs. Granfield today, to-day, "we have not known real ease. It has been one long struggle for existence. exist-ence. I have never attempted to search for my relatives. My mother is still alive. She is a woman of 7J, and except for her I might make some attempt, but her pride is greater than mine. The Stuyvesants, you know, once owned a big slice of Manhattan Island. But what Is all that to me now? I only want enough to keep Ernest Er-nest and myself from want, and that we are both willing to work for. We have pawned almost everything. What there is left the bed, the bureau, and Ernest's old sea chest will not bring enough to keep us long. My clothes are all gone, and but for the kindness of the landlord we should have been set on the-street long since." The Granfield home is the picture of neatness a marked contrast to the wretched surroundings. On the bare walls hang here and there a small picture tokens too dear to part with. The floors are uncovered and the windows win-dows vacant of hangings. Would Create a Demand. A speculator, who had made a large fortune out of a medicine for a disease common among sheep, thougnt that a fine market for his patent would be found in Australia. He knew there was an enormous number of sheep in that country, so he sent out his son to open out this most promising connection. con-nection. The youns man wrote to his father as follows: "This is a splendid place. The sheep are as plentiful as reported, and I have no doubt we could do a' glorious business if we had the chance. But before sending me out here you should have sent the sheep disease. They haven't got it, and, unless you can let me have a box of microbes, I had better come home." Stray Stories. Adding Insult to Injury. It was the first night of his comedy, and, although it had fallen rather flat, he had hopes. "What do you think of it; he asked a friend who had Just come out. "Oh, it's all right for the kind," returned the other, "but I don't think the public like3 that sort of a play. It would rather have something to make it iough." "Make It laugh!" roared the indignant playwright. "Yes," answered the other. "Next time you ought to try to write a tragedy." tra-gedy." Chicago Post All He Could Promise. "Now, Tom," she pleaded, prettily, "promise me one thing. Promise me that when -you leave the club tonight you won't go anywhere else, but wiill come straight home." "I'll come as straight as I can. my dear," Tom answered an-swered thoughtfully. Somerville Journal. Jour-nal. An Impending Danger. "Papa," asked a 4-year-old youngster, young-ster, "are all little boys made of dust?" "Yes, my son," was the reply. Well, then," continued the little fellow, fel-low, "I wish you would make nurse atop using a whisk broom on me. I'm afraid she'll brush me all away." He Couldn't and She Could. Mrs. Jolly boy "Where on eartfl hayo ycra been?" Mr. J. "I cannot tell a lie; I've been at m offish." Mrs. J. That's where we differ. I can tell a .jlfWaeTj I hear one," Stray Stories. PAINTED STOCKINGS. The Latest Modes In Vogue Among Negridan Damsels. Lieut. Hourst, of the French army, has published a lively personal narrative narra-tive of his recent explorations in West Africa. With four white companions he piuckily sailed down the Niger river In an aluminum sailing boat of about seven feet beam, managing to carrr her and her smaller consorts manned by friendly natives the whole distance from Timbuctoo, past Say and Bussa, to the sea, without serious accident or loss of life. Being a Frenchman, the most amusing parts of his book are devoted de-voted to descriptions of the Negridan ladies, whom he studied along the river banks. He was not captivated by their beauty. Indeed, he compares them to Durham oxen, or negresses, "who, like Englishwomen, when they are ugly at all, are really revoltingly ugly." The corpulent matrons of the Niger eagerly clad themselves in yards upon yards of cheap Paris velveteen, but there were girls of more slender make, whose sole attempt at dressing was staining their legs to the knees with rocou or red dye, "which gives them the appearance appear-ance at a distance of wearing nothing but light red stockings." The gaj lieutenant confesses that he was confused con-fused as a shy Englishman at the un usual sight; but one of the red-legged beauties, noticing his embarrassment, remarked very sensibly: "Are we so badly made that we need hide ourselves? our-selves? All in good time. When we are old like our mothers we will wear clothes." This frank explanation seems, somewhat unaccountably, to have put the visitor at his ease. The men folk likewise have their amusing traits. A declaration of war was one day brought to the lieutenant's boat. While it was being translated M. Hourst covertly watched the ambassador. ambas-sador. After delivering his message he had prudently sought refuge behind a piece of rock, but finding that no notice no-tice was taken of him, he peeped out, first with one eye, then with both eyes, and finally ventured into the open with the plaintive interrogatory: "Is there any hope of my getting a pair of breeches?" Cincinnati Enquirer. SERIOUS HINTS ON DRESS. With Some Flippant Comments by a Boston Man. We have received a little pamphlet which we hope has been distributed widely among our readers. The careful care-ful study of it may put an end to doubts that have embittered households house-holds and poisoned the wells of domestic domes-tic happiness. This little book we dislike the term "booklet" tells in simple language how to dre3s your coachman, groom, butler, doorman and page. Thus, for instance, the coachman coach-man should wear six buttons on his coat two in the back at waist and two at the bottom of skirt. He shold also have flats on his pockets. Otherwise he might be mistaken for the groom, who has no flaps on his pockets, and has five buttons In front and six behind. be-hind. These buttons should always match the metal trimmings on the harness. har-ness. Ardent Bryanites will, of course, use silver. The hat must be silk. There Is no alternative. Slouch hats are no longer worn by the coachmen of our more exclusive citizens, and the more fastidious Insist that the hat should be a new one, not a cast-off dicer of the muster. The coachman, when on duty, du-ty, should smoke only cigars. They should cost at least at the rate of three for a quarter. Green baize cloth aprons should match your billiard table. ta-ble. Crest buttons, worn by your servants, ser-vants, should be ducal. There are several dukes in England, so there may be a variety in the device. By paying attention to these details and the advice ad-vice as to other matters given by this pamphlet, you will be obliged to be more scrupulous as to your own dress; for It is a sad sight when the groom is mistaken for the master. Boston Journal. Jour-nal. Wedding Cake Six Feet Tall. The' wedding cake in this country does not play such an important part as it does abroad. In England at a large wedding, the cake Is of colossal proportions and its adornment is a work of art. At the recent wedding of the daughter of the Earl of Rose-bery. Rose-bery. Lady Margaret Primrose, to the Earl of Crewe, the wedding cake was six feet high and decorated with primroses, prim-roses, wild neather and the Rosebery and the Crewe coat of arms. In New York the cake Is arranged with an Idea of convenience and is put up in individual indi-vidual boxes and when there is a regular regu-lar wedding cake in addition it is of normal size and with conventional flower decorations. In the bride's cake, which is always plain, is the thimble, ring and sixpence to foretell the fate of the lucky or unlucky recipient. reci-pient. Sometimes there Is a combination combina-tion wedding and bride's cake, and fruit cake in the center and the plain outside. The cake is marked off into portions, with pink or green frosting for the men and white for the women. New York Times. Curious Bird Habits. It i3 a well-known fact that if the young of almost any kind of bird are taken from the nest before they can fly, the old ones will feed them most attentively If the cage In which the little birds are inclosed is placed somewhere some-where where the parents can reach It; and a popular but erroneous belief is current that they do this for a time, and end by poisoning the young ones. This, however. Is a mistake, the fact being that at a certain stage of a young bird's existence, when it is naturally nat-urally able to begin catering for itself, the parent birds, also quite naturally, cense to attend it, and then, if the birdlings are shut up in the cage and their custodian has not thought of placing some food at their disposal, they necessarily die, not from poison administered by the parents, but from starylng. Pall Mall Magazine. Fate. "You are the third man, Mr. Harka-long," Harka-long," said the young woman, musingly, musing-ly, "who has asked me to marry him." "And If you marry me, Miss Garling-horn," Garling-horn," replied the well-preserved widower, wid-ower, "you will be my third wife! . All great events go In threes!" The combination com-bination was too strong for her, and she yielded. Chicago Tribune. A Sure Sign. "Charlie Youngpop's baby la beginning begin-ning to talk now." "Has Charlie been boring you with stories about it?" "No. But I sat near him at the lunch counter coun-ter today, and I heard him say, absent-mindedly, to the waiter girl: "Dimme a Jinky watter, please." Catholic Standard and Times. AwXal Threat. Jones "Are you gbing tc pay me that acoonnt?" Smith 'Vot just JIbC Jones If you don't I'U ie all your creditors tbat yXTU pMJ afel" Brooks FOR WOMEN AND HOME ITEMS OF INTEREST FOR MAIDS AND MATRONS. Some Current Note of the Modes The Span Silk Chemise A Waist In Peart Blue Summer Golfing Costume The American Girl as a Cook. Phantoms. Whence do they come? What may their Import ba The flitting, flashing phantoms of the mind That half awake and half in dream we see; That never can be captured or defined? They hint at something lost, something desired. Something whose ownership would make us glad-Perhaps glad-Perhaps at thoughts with subtle meaning fired. Or truths unrecognised because unclad. They may be glints of half-forgotten dreams. They may be memories long ' burled deep. That from their ashes give out fitful gleams Before they aink to their long final sleep. Perhaps electric lines from the brain. Are tapped and flashed by crossing with our own. Perhaps some floating shreds or bits remain re-main Of former life that we somewhere have known. Perhaps they are the signals loved ones send Who wait our coming on the other shore Too spirit-full with earthly sense to blend, Too finely soft to fully pierce life's roar. Perhaps! Perhaps! Conjectures cannot teach! We clutch at shadows an'l we grasp the air! The mystery is aye beyond our reach An ignis fatuus no art can snare. Laura O. Carr, in Boston Transcript. The Spun Silk Chemise. Many cruel blows have been struck at the influence of the chemise, but after diverse false substitutes have been put forth and had their day, this chosen undergarment of our foremoth-ers foremoth-ers retains its hold on feminine affections, affec-tions, and a woven silk chemise bids fair to put the silk undervest out of sight and mind. The new silk chemise is as pretty, cool and as graceful a little article of underwear as manufacturing genius can turn out, and the stout woman can adopt It without a qualm. Its weave is as fine and flexible as the most delicate silk stocking, and down to the waist it fits the body like a glove. Below this point it is sloped out, without any superfluous fulness, and falls to the knees. The prettiest of them are edged about the shoulders and armholes with a line of silken lace, and "ver the bust open work silk forms flights of butterflies and knots of flowers. flow-ers. Chemises of mashed linen, that is almost as flexible as the silk, are made on these same lines, and are durable and comfortable beyond words. Toilet Jackets. There Is a very charming air of great simplicity about the new summer dressing gowns, combing Jackets, morning wrappers, etc., due to the fact that the majority are made of dotted swiss and filmy cross-barred muslin. It is true that many of them are loaded with lace and threaded with ribbons, but for all that, with dotted muslin and the pretty, Inexpensive point de Paris lace, the sweetest sort of a breakfast neglige for a hot morning can be dished up at no price at all. The point to keep in mind, when making mak-ing up these summer peignoirs, is to get a cape-like effect over the shoulders shoul-ders with floating sash ends falling from the bust to the feet The model for this graceful pattern Is the Curzon Jacket that a Parisian lingere evolved for the vicerine to wear in torrid India. In-dia. Women who are In mourning have their Curzon jackets made of white dotted swiss, with inset edgings of black lace, and the frills that fall from the shoulders leave the arms coolly bare. The American as Cook. "Should an American girl learn to cook?" This is the subject that continues con-tinues to disturb everybody but the American girl. Writing on it, Walter Besant lately quotes Chauncey Depew as saying "Greek not Gravy." Sir Walter adds, however, that considering that so many American girls have to cook, he would alter the cry to "Gravy, not Greek." It is doubtful if this question will be settled on the wholesale plan. Why not classify the American girls and then say: "Those that will in any way be mixed up with cooking, either as cooks or mistresses of cooks, ought to study the subject as hard as they would study Greek." A New Decoration. A new feature of decoration is lacing with fine silk cord over a contrasting color. Narrow openings up and down the bodice are laced across with cord either matching the gown in color or in some paler shade of the same color. One pretty model in pale gray nun's veiling has a cream lace yoke laced to the lower portion of the bodice with pink silk, and over a deeper shade of pink silk. The opening forms the straight yoke into a point in front, and the effect is very pretty. Lacings trim th sleeves very effectively, too, and some of the overdresses have lading la-ding around the hips. A Pretty Neck Dress. One of the most difficult problems that many women have to deal with, is that of keeping themselves looking well in the morning. The trouble with many house gowns and dressing jackets jack-ets of the non-pretentious kind is that they are not becoming around the neck. To remedy this a new and pretty idea is to cut a piece of muslin about the size of a bandana handkerchief, and finish it at the edge with a narrow ruf-flle. ruf-flle. Fold it diagonally, tie around the neck, leaving a little V-shaped open front, and then tie again. This will leave a knot, and the ends sticking out, which makes r. simple but dainty finish. Fads In Embroidery. Hand decorations will play a dainty part In the wardrobe this year. A pretty pret-ty fad in handkerchiefs is to buy them with colored borders, then trace the name In pencil, and etch it In linen or silk to match the edge. A more striking whim of fashion, though, Is the embroidering of monograms on gloves. The best way is to have the gloves made to order, with the back stitching left off; the monogram Is then placed in the center at the back of the hand. Indulged by T.ngHah Woiaen. Just now, long walks are a fad In England, and the Princess of Wales ia one of Its devotees, which, of course, lnurs Its popularity. .It Is an ce! A SUMMER lent idea, for no one exercise is considered con-sidered so beneficial to the entire body as walking. Of course, the head should be held erect, the shoulders thrown back, and the breathing unrestrained. The "rest cure" is another craze with London society women. This consists in going away for a fortnight to some quiet place where there Is plenty of fresh air and sunshine, and then simply sim-ply vegetating. A Symphony in Blue. The prettiest new colors this season are brick red, pearl blue and olive white. They come in cashmere, hen-rietta hen-rietta and velvet, but are seldom seen in other materials. Brick red looks precisely like what it is intended to represent brick. It is a steady, modest mod-est red and the nearest idea that your correspondent can suggest, beside a brick, is the color of cayenne pepper. Pearl blue is also a pretty shade, rather changeable In velvet It is a little darker than electric light blue, but lighter than turquoise. Olive white is a dull, greenish white, resembling closely the sediments which gather in sulphur water. At an afternoon reception a few days ago there was worn a toilet of pearl blue henrietta made very tastefully. taste-fully. The skirt, made with the usual close fitting hips and flare around the foot, was quite out of the ordinary in trimming. trim-ming. At the side front seam there was a band of black satin headed by an applique trimming also of black. The waist fitted faultlessly and buttoned but-toned at the side. White embroidered silk was used for the yoke, which was made over a shirred vest of cashmere. An outline of black satin and the applique ap-plique design finished the yoke and extended down the front The sleeves were small and the collar a high one. A jabot of blue silk concealed the opening of the bodice. Helen Grey-Page. Grey-Page. The Automobile. It is surprising to note, sometimes, how much faster Europeans rush some things than do Americans. For instance, in-stance, the automobile, which is only occasionally seen even In New York, is so popular at Nice that "driving" them is one of the fads of the place. Even though the air is warm there, furs and top boots are worn, for when they are driven at a great pace, as in the popular races, the rush of cold air and the dust make heavy clothing necessary. nec-essary. Speaking on the subject of the women that are seen speeding these odd-looking racers, en English witness Bays: "Ladies do not look well on automobileu if they re going at more" than twice a brougham pace, a man may loolf businesslike when he is dirty, dir-ty, bot you do not want ladlee to look buiresfcllKe, oy w'an thfep, to ltfi!c GOLFING SUIT. restful and refined and sweet and fresh." Blow to Dreaa Reform. Dress reformers and physical cul-turists cul-turists were jubilant over their success in teaching New York women the healthfulness of short skirts and heavy shoes, when in stepped Dame Fashion and upset all their well-laid plans. This arbitrary rule declares that short skirts must go and in their place must come long, clinging affairs, trailing on the streets behind the wearers wear-ers and sweeping up all stray microbes and germs. The newest gown for spring wear is the Princess, and this not only means that the wearer must sweep up the streets, but she must also don a long, heavily boned corset, which is in reality real-ity only an instrument of torture. A Tea Gown. Here is a charming tea gown made of cream lace over yellow silk. The front is a partially fitted empire, covered cov-ered with lace and edged at the foot with plisses of silk over which the lace falls in graceful points. The gown is plain in the back, sweeping the ground in a long train. A black velvet girdle circles the waist behind and is brought high on the bust in front and finished with a large flat bow. The sleeves open from shoulder to elbow, and are caught together with straps of black velvet. There is a high gored collar of lace. Marie Bashkirtseff. An interesting phase of the character charac-ter of Marie Bashkirtseff was her incapacity in-capacity to fall in love, even though she was a very lively young woman. It is said that at one time, when two young and wealthy suitors presented themselves, she wrote to her father for advice, saying that both were the same to her. Doubtless her great intellectuality, intellec-tuality, as in the cases of many other famous women, kept her heart so far in the background that it was invulnerable invul-nerable to attacks. This may be diagnosed diag-nosed as one kind of heart failure. Bow to Stop It. "There is a cat sits every night on our back fence," he explained to the lawyer, "and he yowls and yowls and yowls. Now, I don't want to get into any trouble with my neighbors, but I would like to know if I am not justified justi-fied in putting a stop to it?" . "Certainly," replied the lawyer. "I am well within my rights if I shoot the cat, then?" he inquired, gleefully. glee-fully. "Um, well, I would hardly say that," answered the lawyer. "The cat does not belong to you. as I understand it" "No." "And the fence does?" "Yes." "Well, then, I think I may safely say that you have a perfect right to tear down the fence." Chicago Post Almost Unnerved Her. Marie "Maude and I were downtown down-town yesterday and as we were walking walk-ing along one of the streets we looked up and saw men on a ladder, painting a building. They must have been at least 200 feet from the ground, and all of a sudden one of them slipped and almost fell. I was terribly shocked." Harry "I'm not surprised at that. I suppose, in your mind's eye you could see the poor fellow shooting down through the air, even though he succeeded suc-ceeded in saving himself." Marie "Oh, it wasn't that. In his awkward grab at something he upset his paint and a big splotch of It came right down on my new spring wrap. Did you ever hear of any one who had euch luck as I have?" So Stint. Mr. Gableigh I always weigh my words! Miss Ccldeal Do you? Tou sees to HIS NEW PURCHASE. ITor ten years Hugh Markleman had been a wanderer upon the face of the earth. Financially speaking he had been successful, but for all that period of time he had been literally homeless. Now he was proceeding to a home of fci own. "The first road to the left beyond the bridge," mused-Mr. Markleman to himself, "and the first house you come to is the one. The directions are plain enough, I am sure." He paused half hesitatingly in front of a low wicket gate, hanging by one hinge, from which a shrub-grown path wound up through untrimmed woods to a one-story dwelling. "Nonsense!" be muttered to himself; "it can't be thai shed of a place. A desirable cottage,' was what Gibbs said, 'situated in the midst of charming charm-ing grounds.' And, by Jupiter, this is the spot." He svung open the glided iron gate of a pretty little inclosure, where the graveled paths shone in the twilight, and evergreens skirted the path like tall old monks wrapped in green serge cloaks. The cottage beyond a low-eaved, low-eaved, picturesque affair, with verandas ver-andas on every side exactly met hU preconceived ideas of the "desirable country residence" painted in such glowing terms by "Mosses Gibbs, Esq., real estate and insurance agent." His countenance expanded into broad smiles as he pushed open the door and entered a pretty room on the left of the main entrance hall, while a glowing fire cast ruddy reflections through the whole room, and a cushioned cush-ioned armchair stood close to the velvet vel-vet rug. "Gibbs told me there was some furniture fur-niture in the house, and an old woman left in charge," thought Markleman, sitting down in the easy chair and expanding ex-panding his chilled fingers to the cheery blaze; "but I hadn't any idea of such snug quarters as this." As Mr. Markleman sat there, basking bask-ing in the warmth and coziness of the scene, the door of the adjoining room opened and two ladies came in, their faces glowing with the frosty air. "Why, Lizzie!" crried the shorter one, stopping suddenly in the act of laying her hood on the table, "there is some one in the parlor!" "Nonsense!" said Lizzie, who, although al-though she had seen eight or nine and 20, was exceedingly fair to look upon. "The cat and the crickets may be there, but who on earth besides?" "But I tell you I saw him." said Sue, gripping her cousin's arm with . sort of nervous terror. "A great, hig, tall man in your easy chair, sitting sit-ting staring at the fire." "Fiddlesticks!" cried Lizzie. And he marched courageously into the room where sat our hero. Mr. Markleman stared equally hard at her. Mr. Moses Gibbs, real estate and insurance agent, had mentioned an old woman. His ideas of old age must have been singular in the ex- "I SUPPOSE YOU'RE MARY ANN," treme. But he recovered his self-possession almost immediately, said he, affably. "No sir," said Miss Wyman, still 6orely puzzled. "I'm Lizzie." "O, Lizzie, eh? Well, it's just the same. I dare say you didn't expect me Just yet?" "No, sir, I certainly did not," said Lizzie, beginning to wonder whether or not she was dreaming. "Things look nice and comfortable here, Lizzie, my girl, and now the best thing you can do will be to toss me a little bit of supper sausages or broiled ham, or something of that sort, and be quick about it, for I'm half famished. And, Lizzie, you might send the other girl out for any little trifle you want in the culinary department. de-partment. Of course, though," he added, as he drew out a bill and extended, ex-tended, grand seigneur fashion, toward to-ward the astonished damsel, "I shan't expect to keep two girls as a regular thing, although I must hunt up a man to take care of the horses. Now run along and make haste." Lizzie Wyman retreated back upon Sue Baring with the money in her hand, scarlet with suppressed mirth. "Sue," she cried, the Instant the door was safely closed, "I see it ail!" "The man is an escaped lunatic, isn't he? Dear, dear, we shall all be murdered!" mur-dered!" cried Sue, growing hysterical. "Nothing of the sort!" said Lizzie, energetically. "He has only made a dreadful blunder. Can't you see, Sue. It's the old bachelor who has taken the place next door?" "O!" aspirated Sue, with the sparkles of amusement beginning to come into her eyes. "But, Lizzie, what are you going to do?" "To cook him the Lest supper I can and afterward explain to him his mistake mis-take in the politest manner possible. Poor fellow, he is rather handsome, I think." And the two girls bustled about with skillet, gridiron, and coffee strainer, while Mr. Markleman sat viewing the fire and wondering what Gibbs could possibly have meant by talking about "an old woman!" "Why, she has got cheeks, like peaches, and hair as thick and brown and glossy as my own!" he toid himself. him-self. "Old, indeed! It won't be such bad fun to have a servant girl like that flitting about the house. She ought to have extra wages on account of her good looks. 'I. Afterward he found himself seated before a table whereupon was spread a rich repast And b straightaway proceeded to do the best ct practical justice to it Lizzie Liz-zie Wyttan composedly watched him the whfe. "A nice supper, Lizzie!" said Mr. Markleman, refolding his napkin, and placing it on the table ere he drew out a eij.'ar from his pocket case. Tm glad you liked it sir," said Ui-i!e, Ui-i!e, smiling, "and I hope that when you become my neghbr at Laurel cottage cot-tage you will offer KrbjJ la to such aa- Ehr cried Mr. Markleman, starting start-ing back. "Ain't this Laurel cottage? Am I not In my own house?" ' "No, sir," Miss Wyman answered, demurely. "You are in my house, and I am Elizabeth Wyman, your future neighbor; happy to make your ic-quaintance, ic-quaintance, even after this rather unusual un-usual fashion." "I I beg your pardon, Miss Wyman," Wy-man," he gasped, turning scarlet and pale in a breath. "I don't see how I ever came to make such a ridiculous mistake! What a donkey you must have taken me for!" "I'll go," he uttered, making a dive toward his hat, and dropping the un-smoked un-smoked cigar on the floor, with a countenance of such misery that Lizzie's Liz-zie's womanly pity came to the rescue. "You will do no such thing, Mr. Markleman," she said. "My brother will be here presently, and you shall stay and spend the evening at your own mistake." So Mr. Markleman staid until Tom Wyman came home from the city on the evening train; and, as he afterward after-ward said, he "never spent a pleasanter evening in his life!" New York Daily News. FOR POSTERITY. Why One Woman's Face Wore a Look of Scorn. It was an impromptu little garnering garner-ing of women, and before they had been seated long together the conversation conver-sation turned to the subject of expan- ( sion, says the Detroit Free Press. Women do not vote, but they discuss politics just the same. The general verdict seemed to go against the taking tak-ing of the Philippines. "It seems too bad," said one, "that so many of our young men have to be sacrificed Just for the sake of adding a little more to our possessions." "Yes, but think what a fine thing It will be for posterity!" pos-terity!" exclaimed the only enthusiastic enthu-siastic expansionist in the group. There was a note of coldness in the thought that chilled the little group. The woman's eyes flashed, and her head bent haughtily back as though braced up bythe pride of exceptional patriotism. But her eyes soon lowered, low-ered, and a deep crimson flush spread over her face. No one said a word, but the beautiful pale face of another woman looked scornfully at her. She had lost her only son "for posterity's sake." Money in Abvsslnia. The few travelers who have taken the time and trouble to look into Men-elek's Men-elek's queer kingdom of Abyssinia tell strange tales of it. Besides the Maria Theresa, 1780 dollars, the people of Abyssinia, for small change, use a bar of hard, crvstalized salt, about ten inches long and two inches and a half broad and thick, slightly tapering toward to-ward the end, five of which go to the dollar at the capital. People are very particular about the standard fineness of the currency. If it does not ring like metal, or if it is at all chipped, nothing will induce them to take it. Then, it is a token of affection among the natives, when friends meet, to give each other a lick of their respective amolis, and in this way the material value of the bar is also decreased. For still smaller change cartridges are used, of which three go to one salt It does not matter what sort they are. Some sharpers use their cartridges in the ordinary way, and then put in some dust and a dummy bullet to make up the difference, or else they take out the powder and put the bullet in again so that possibly In the next action the unhappy seller will find that he has only miss-fires in his belt; but this is such a common fraud that no one takes any notice of it, and a bad cartridge seems to serve as readily as a good one. Philadelphia Press. About an Even Thing. A well-known member of the Detroit bar tells the Free Press this story: "Some years ago I attended a session of the circuit court up in the state. A pro confesso divorce case was called, and it so happened that the judge was very much opposed to divorces, especially espe-cially those which were unopposed. After the attorney for the complainant complain-ant in this case announced himself as ready to proceed, the judge asked if anyone appeared for the defendant. There was silence for a moment, and the judge repeated the question. At one end of the lawyer's table sat an attorney at-torney who had acquired the liquor habit and who was, at the time, considerably con-siderably under the influence of stimulants. stimu-lants. He was noticed struggling to get on his feet, and, on observing him, the judge seized the opportunity and asked: 'Do you appear for the defendant, defend-ant, Mr. Blank?' 'No, your honor, I merely rose to remark as "friend of the court" that with Brother Double-blank Double-blank as attorney for the complainant and no one on the other side, it was about an even thing.' Then Blank resumed re-sumed his seat, while the whole court roared with laughter." lie Pulled It. Because of an inquisitive turn of mind, Sub-Policeman John Atkinson, of the twenty-second district, yesterday yester-day had his new summer unnorm thoroughly drenched. Atkinson was stationed near the Undine boathouse, along the Schuylkill river. Prior to the arrival of the parade he became very much interested in the boats and fixtures in the clubhouse. Finally he came to a sign posted on the wall which read: "Pull the rope end see the monkey jump." Atkinson gave the rope a jerk and then proceeded to do the jumping. He had pulled the rope attached to the shower bath. Pmiadeiphia Record. What They Do with Them. A southern man who recently returned re-turned home after a visit to Boston said to a neighbor: "You know these here little round white beans?" The other admitted that he did. "We feed 'em to hosses down our way." "Yes." "Well, sir, up to Boston they take them beans, boil 'em for three or four hours, slap a little sowbelly an' some molasses mo-lasses and other truck in with 'em, and what do you suppose they do with 'em?" "Gosh, I do' no." "Well, sir," said the first speaker, sententiously, "I'm d d if they don't eat 'em." Exchange. Ex-change. Never Thought of Rounds. "That fellow laid for him," said the man who had been reading the sporting sport-ing news, "and gave him a solar plexus blow in the fourth." "WThy can't you be more explicit? asked the profea- j sional pugilist, languidly. "How am I to know whether you mean the fourth paraiyapb, the fourth chapter or the fourth act?" Washington Star. Mohammed and the Mountain, 'lie prince of Wales' ftella me be will never again visit the United States," sighed Mr. Tody. "Is that so?" queried the imperialist. "Well, I don't see how he is going, i kcepout ttf It 1 MISSING LINKS. A paragraph Is being much handed around to the effect that a flour mill at Warrensburg, Mo., ships Its product to Kansas City in barrels, has it repacked in sacks, and employs a stranger to come to Warrensburg and sell it as hard wheat flour made in Kansas. It "goes like hot cakes," and has almost run the ho.e product out of the market. mar-ket. North and South are joined in the ! material of the national capitol. The -entrai building is constructed of Vir ginia sandstone, painted white. The extensions are of Massachusetts marble, mar-ble, and twenty-four columns of the grand central portico are monoliths of Virginia sandstone thirty feet high, and one hundred columns cf the extension ex-tension porticos are of Maryland marble. mar-ble. Girls "-be attend some of the women's wom-en's college? in England are wailing because they don't have enough to eat, and they don't like what they do have. The parents are adding their voices to the lament, because their daughters are driven by hunger to buy food outside out-side the college, "the bills for this extra ex-tra diet being an additional charge on the parental purse already taxed with huh enough fees." This recal.s the American college boy who.se parent were puzzled in reading over his ar counts by the persistent reappearance of the item "3. P. G." 1 uey appealed for an explanation, which was prompt and to the point. S. P. G. meant "Sundries, "Sun-dries, Principally Grub." New York Sun. Wichita is a typical "boom" town. Twelve years ago it had a population of 49,000. Today it has perhaps 25,000, which is a considerable recovery from low tide in 105, when it had less than 19.000, according to estimates based upon the number of names in the directory. di-rectory. In 1SS6-8, before the boom broke, Wichita real estate was selling at New York prices, and they point out lots on the main street that sold for $2,500 a front foot for which the owners own-ers would now be glad to get $300 or $400. The real estate exchanges In New York in good times will reach about $32,000,000 a year; in nicago, in 1892, just before the world's fair, the transfers, as shown by the recorder's record-er's books, were about $30,000,000, but at Wichita during the five months preceding pre-ceding the collapse in 1SSS, more than $35,000,000 in town lots changed hands. Correspondence Chicago Record. The sons and daughters of the princely families of Rome are said to have a pretty hard lot. They are generally gen-erally very poor, yet they have to live in enormous houses and keep up a tradition tra-dition of magnificence. The young men drive in dog carts which, according to rumor, are owned jointly by a dozen of them. The young women are to be seen driving on the Pincio, arrayed in stylish hats and coats, wearing good gloves and carrying pretty parasols. "And yet," says the English correspondent corre-spondent who is responsible for this gossip, "their distrait expression shows that they are uneasy in their minds. The particular form of guilt which burdens their souls ts a dread that some one will invite them to descend and stroll about the bandstand, revealing reveal-ing the fact that their skirts are by no means so smart as their coats or waists, and their ooots more open to criticism than their gloves." New York Sun. Two hustling advertising agents are trying their utmost to Duy all the available space on each side of the Reading railway, from Philadelphia to Norristown. in order to display the merits of their numerous wares. Be-ing Be-ing backed by plenty of capital, they are enabled to offer tempting sums for the spaces desired. Farmers owning ground along the line are only too glad to get their old fences torn down and have high ones erected in their stead. They also receive a handsome sum per foot from the agents for the privilege j of the advertisement. The agent makes up the cost in width by the height of the fence, which is sometimes twenty feet. It. is apparently the purpose of the advertisers to have all the pretty landscape shut from the view of the passengers and instead to offer them a continuous panorama of patent medicines, med-icines, pills, bicycles, biscuits, etc. Philadelphia Record. Spain's Golden I.egnd. Senora Pardo-Bazan is lecturing in Paris on "ihe Spain of Today and the Spain of Tomorrow" for the purpose of rehabilitating her compatriots after their recent disasters. She attempts to refute the idea that Spanish decadence is due to religious fanaticism. It is not tae "black legend" which has been the ruin of the country, but rather the "golden legend" of past national greatness. great-ness. Under the influence of this mirage the people thought it quite sufficient suf-ficient for a minister to proclaim that "America would be shattered against the rampart of Spanish breasts" for this to become an accomplished fact. Much in the same spirit the nation clarcvored for the promotion of Lieat Peral to the rank of admiral on the mere rumor that he had solved the problem of submarine navigation. But alas! this eminent inventor is now engaged en-gaged in fitting telephones and electrio bells. Don Quixote, in fact, is really the patron saint of the peninsula. But in spite of bourgeola apathy .and the despotic rapacity of village politicians, Senora Pardo-Bazan contends that the heart of Spain is sound enough, and that the people and the leading statesmen states-men are generous, honest and disinterested. disinter-ested. London Chronicle. Richer Than Their Weight. Several brides have beea presented with marriage portions far exceeding their weight in gold. The average weight of a bride will not exceed 130 pounds, or 2,080 ounces, and that at $20 per ounce is $41,600. The marriage portion of Miss Pauline Whitney, daughter of ex-Secretary Whitney, was $1,000,000, or more than twenty-four times her weigh; in gold. Miss Margot Tennant's marriage portion of $15,000 a year was more than twelve times her weight in gold, while the marriage portion por-tion of Miss Mackay (now the Princess of Colonna) of $2,500,000 was more than 300 times her weight in gold. "Such a Happy Remark." Wife of Patient "I'm so sorry, doctor, doc-tor, to bring you all the way to Hamp-stead Hamp-stead to see my husband!" Doctor (from Mayfair) "Pray don't mention It, my dear madam. I have another patient in this neighborhood, so I'm killing two birds with one stone." London Punch. Bealism, "That new war drama is very real Istic." "Oh, I don't know. The em balmed beef ia tee second aol ia mad? of rubW 'PVtfo'rt JWrsl - V ? |