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. proved the opinion true.
HER PICTURE. it;
You ll'le‘l‘. to see the photograph
Of her-l love. you say.
All right, old fellow: now don’t laugh.
Here is a fine array.
Three-quarters profile, braids and curls:
In gowns for street and ball. .
What’s that you say? They’re different girls
Of course, I love them all!
Well, entre nous. to end this chaff.
There’s one I love the best:
Ah, no. my boy, her photograph . ..
Is not here with the rest. :3 ..-.. .22
Nor would it profit it you to seek 4" La 9'
’Mong treausures laidaway. v,
She sent for it about a week
Before her wedding day.
'—Brooklyn Life.
GARDEN STRUCK OIL.
The supreme moment in the life ol
Henry Nelson had come and gone
There had been nothing heroic about it.
He had simply told Miss Garden his
heart was hers and he had beer
rejected. '
It had been a hard thing for Henry t:
do. He was a humble carpenter, not
, acquainted with the ways of the worlé
very well. He had read a. good deal.
but the books he cared for were no‘
such- as dealt with affairs of the heart.
His tongue, ready enough on matters re
Iating to business and questions of every
day life, had refused to obey his will
when it came to this, the most impor»
tant topic of all, and he had made a
sorry piece of work of his proposal. He
knew it, and as he stood by the piece 01
timber he was framing for a new
building he was putting up for J 0hr
Garden, his ax sticking in the beam and
his head bowed upon his breast, his
thoughts were by no means pleasant.
“I’m such a fool! I couldn’t say what
I wanted to. If I could only do it over
again it seems to me that I might do
better.” ,
Standing there alone, words came to
him plentifully—the rain drops in spring
could not be more copious. How he
could plead his cause now!
“But Mary knew what I meant. She
must have known what was in my
heart. And still she said no.”
That was the conclusion of the whole
matter. A man may philosophize to his
heart’s content over such a refusal, and
it all comes to this—the word “N 0”
ends the matter, if a woman means it.
And Mary did. She was not a girl to
say one thing and mean another.
“John Garden’s responsible for this,”
was the young man’s next remark, as he
seized his carpenter's tools savagely and
began to work with all his might. "It
ain’t hard to see that. If I’d been _a
rich speculator, or a speculator, any
way, which I ain’t, and what's the use
of speculating? Or if oil hadn’t been
struck in Peck’s Heller, Mary wouldn’t
have said. what she did.”
If oil had not linen found in Peck’s
Hollow John Gard—,4 and his good wife
would have spent the remainder of their
days in comparative happiness. But oil
changed everything. All through that
part of Pennsylvania the oil. fever had
spread. The land flowed with petro-
leum as no land ever had been blessed
with milk and hon y. Derricks. tanks
and oil supplies cumbered the ground.
Men who had never possessed a dollar
which had not be 111 gained by the
hardest kind of knocks leaped at a
bound to the top of fortune’s ladder.
Farmers sold their land at fabulous
prices. Oil was King.
Some venturesome spirit had con-
ceived the notion that Peck’s Hollow.
less than a mile and a half from the
Garden farm, stood right over a lake of
oil. A test well was put down and
The news
spread like the wind. Oil, oil. oil! It
was the talk from morning till night.
From that moment the world changed !
for the Gardens.
The wife’s counsel was not heeded. 1
It -
John drew $1,500 out of the bank.
was half the amount he and his wife
had saved through their years of toil
on tne farm. The ten-acre .lot, the
choicest on the farm, was chosen as the
site of the test well, and soon the ar-
rangements were all made for the im-
portant venture.
About this time the affairs of Henry
and Mary camt to a crisis. With the
shrewdness of her sex the girl foresau
i;, and. like the dutiful daughter she
was. she placed the matter before her
parents.
“When we strike oil and become ricl.
as the richest we wouldn't want a car
penter in the family, would we?" said
Mary’s father.
“He’s the best man in the world."
Mary replied warmly. “What change
would it make in him if we became
rich?” ' .
John’s head fell thoughtfully. lie
knew Henry was a true man. A fer
. days ago he would have been proud in
call him his son-in-law. Now—well, ll
was impossible. And so he insisted
and Mary, poor girl, almost cried her
eyes out, and then went to her mother
The two wept over it together. The:
the mother said, with a half-propheti-
cheerfulness : ‘
"‘There, Mary, don’t cry any more
No one knows what may turn up."
Well, the drill was swung in the-dc:
rick and a professional driller hired 1r
put down the well. No other well we,
watched as this one was. The furth- :
operations progressed the greater \ u
some J chn's anxiety.
John’s farmwork suffered sadly. ll
seemed a changed man. At times l ‘
was moody »- and unlike himself. A
othertimes he was elated and sang sit...
as fortune frowned or smiled. '
When the drill had reached the (lepl l
of a thousand feet thetools were lost it.
lhe hole, and days and days were Spem
ln fishing for them. The last of the
money taken from'the bank had beer
used befbre the drillers were ready to g.
on. Reluctantly, yet with full faith
in the enterprise, John drew out the
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once more. Steadily the drill C523 b
ward China. . Steadily J ohn’s money
went. Fifteen hundred feet, still he
trace _of oil. Eighteenhundred, and the
situation remained unchanged. At 2,006
feet John stopped ;. or, rather, the work-
men did. The $3,000 was gone. The
test had been made and no oil had been
found under the ten-acre lot.
“Mortgage the farm? I can’t do that.
We’ve worked too hard all our lives to
get our home. It shall not be sacrificed
now.”
“N o sacrifice about it,” the tempter:
replied. “How could there be when
success is certain? Jasper Holt is get
ting rich. You can pay in ’short ordel
after your well is down.” '
The reasoning was Specious, and i1
prevailed. J ohn’s friends advanced him
farm. Again the drill was started, and
once more John Garden began to hop!
and to tremble. He! was not so san-
guine as formerly.
The story of John’s second venture
was not unlike, that of the first. Thq
money prOcured by mortgaging the
farm went faster and faster, until ,i1
had been sunk in the well. What Was
to be done next? A few hundred feel
more and there must be oil!
John borrowed $500 on his personal
note, indorsed by an old friend in a dis-
tant part of the country. That went,
too. Disaster seemed imminent. The
sharks threatened to leave him. One
last despairing effort was made. John’s
wife had belonged to a comparatively
wealthy family before her marriage.
She had some jewels which had been
handed down for several centuries from
one generation to another. These were
sold, and the money, together with a
John had given his daughter on her
sixteenth birthday, served to induce the
drill'ers to go on a little longer.
The critical period in the history of
the well came one evening in autumn.
The workmen had examined the various
. sands they reached and reported them
good. John’s hopes Were at a fever
pitch. And what wonder! The next
few hours would decide whether he
were to be a rich man or a pauper.
The well was torpedoed with nitro-
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a
glycerine at midnight. Oil! It was
thrown by the force of the explosion
high into the air. spattering the derrick
with a shower like summer rain. After
a little while it began to flow in a
heavy, dark green stream.
Early that morning John went to bed
happy. ~ ‘_
When John woke up the well had al-
most stopped flowing. For'a few days a
little oil came from it at times. Then it
failed entirely. As a producing well it
was almost worthless.
If the world could have come to an
end then John would have thanked
God for it. Time did not seem to miti-
“' gate his disappointment. He wandered
about the farm likeone in a dream.
In the meantime the mortgage was
maturing. How was the money to be
raised? This was a question no one
of the Garden family could answer.
Despair had seized them. The more
they thought‘about it the deeper grew
their trouble.
At length the farm was advertised for
sale at public auction. For sale! The
_old homestead! Mary wept day after
day at the thought of parting with the
only home she had ever known.
The day of the sale arrived. There
were not many bid‘ers. A farm with
no oil on it was not so marketable as it
might be. Three thousand dollars was
the outside figure, and the place seemed
likely to be bid off for that.”
"Thirty-five hundred!”
$1.500he had remaining in the bank.‘
His wife sighed when he told her what
he had done, but no further sign of re
preach passed her lips. Her faith it
the oil well was not strong. but her be
lief in,John Garden was. .
And down it did 'go. The lost tom.
were recovered and placed in positidr
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A murmur of astonishment ran
tln-ough the crowd. All turned in the
. lirection of the voice.
"Whose bid is this?” asked the
world. ‘
ply. as the young carpenter edged his
vay up toward the stand. “And I’m
ready to pay for it now.”
The crowd of countrymen grew more
dense around the house. all eager to
near the terms of the sale. Henry Nel-
son buying the Garden farm!
In five minutes the bargain had been
closed.
John took Henry’s hand with a sorry
attempt at a smile.
“If it had to be done, I’d rather you'd
nave the place than any other man,” he
said. brokenly. “When do you want—"
"Never!" was the low but distinct re-
ply. "I’ve bought the place to- save it.
It’s yours just as it has always been."
"You mustn’t do it, Henry,” said
\lauy. who had heard of the sale and
came where John and Henry stood. a
little apart from the' rest.
"Don't sn y a word about it, Mary,"
:he carpenter said. But he- saw from
Mary's tears that she could say no more
without bread-(Lug down. “The money
was mine. I‘ve a right to do with it as
I want to.”-
There was a proud look on his face a:
he spoke. Then he turned and walked
away. ’ ‘
A few days after that Henry was bus-
ll y at work with his tools whim he
looked up and saw John Garden getting
over the fence nearby. He stuck his
hroadax into the log he was bowing and
waited for him to come up.
John's face, bore a peculiar expres-
sion. hard to describe, as he put'one fool
upon the log and said: _
"Henry, I’ve been a tarnation fool, bul
without my tellin’you. But I wanted
to. say that it was all along 0’ me that
Mary turned you off. She thought‘then,
and does now, that there ain’t another
such a feller in this county as , you be.
If you could go au’ see her again. l
rather guess——” _ _
“You do?” broke in Henry, seeing
that John hesitated and hardly saw the
way out of his dilemma. ' . '
“Yes, Ido.” - .
Henry reached out his hand and J 0hr
quickly put his into it. .
The young man left his ax sticking it
the log. and the two went up to the
hmm- together.
And this time John Garden proved to
be a true prophet. -—-EDQ.&R'L. VINCENT
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money and took a, mortgage on hit
small amount realized on a gold watch‘
"Mine—Henry Nelson’s,” was the re- '
I wouldn’t wonder if you knew that.
Aeirs’smIA's eAVAéE-fkme.
A Man of Ability .W’ho Claims Descent
l from Sheba’o Queen.
King Menelek, the Abyssinian ruler
who defeated the Italian army and
caused the greatest excitement in Italy
is a most remarkable barbarian. He
claims descent from the Queen of Sheba
and asserts a distant kinship to king
Solomon himself.
His, descent. is.however, of less im-
portance than his personality. and he
has proved that he is a commander of
skill and courage, by the disastrous de-
feata he has inflicted upon the Italian
army.
King Menelek goes to battle in novel
array, with a slave carrying an um-
brella on either side of him. .
These royal umbrellas are ornament-
ed. They are of a bright, rich red, and
have heavy fringes of gold and silver
around the edge.
A knob of gold surmodnts the top of
each umbrella. The purpose of these
two umbrellas, is to distinguish him,
and incidentally to shade him from the
fierce African sun.
He also wears an enormous hat, said
to be hereditary among male descend-
ants of the Queen of Sheba.
. King Menelek makes pretensions to
education and refinement superior to
those of any other African potentate.
He reads and writes the native language
and is familiar with geography and his-
tory. ‘He even makes a claim to a crude
form of Christianity. His pretensions
to ancient lineage are such as to throw
those of every European sovereign into
the shade.
KING KENELEK.
King Menelek rules his dominions,
which the Italians have tried to take
from him, with‘a rod of iron, which is
now stronger than ever. Millions of
ymen bow the knee to him.
He is a man of enormous wealth, for
everything in Abyssinia theoretically
belongs to the king, who is supposed to
hold flocks, herds and some lands in'
trust for his people. He is the ruler of
many feudatory tribes whose hereditary
chieftains acknowledge him, as ruler
and make him annual tribute.
This tribute sometimes takes the form
of young women, who in Abyssinia.
grow to a rare and exquisite beauty.
There are some of the mountain tribes
of Abyssinia whose people are light.
colored and whose women are famous
throughout the East for their delicate
complexions, exquisite figures that have
no trace of negro ancestry and eyes of
rare beauty.
So warlike are the Abyssinians that
beautiful girls are presented as gifts to
successful fighters, and a Chieftain who
has once been beaten is socially boy-
cotted by his people. Tigre, Amhara
and Shooa are the principal sub king
doms over which Menelek rules.
These, however, are divided from
each other by numerous tribes over
which Menelek’s sway is absolute.
King Me‘nelek has strengthened the
rule of his house in Abyssinia. He is
to-day the most powerful native poten-
tate in Africa and the greatest African
warrior of modern times.
TWO CONCLUSIONS. ...
Lo. ._ -
‘Wh-y,w:1at'-s the matter with givln’ a spring
And jumpin’ aboard the pesky thing,
And then just simply work your toes?
Whoopeel my lads, and away she goes.
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‘But down this hill she seems to fly— is
Bo-ay. stop but, bourbon-oh. my eye! 5.
Bomebody's pub] ’.. find. bully see. A ,1”
Right in trundle masonic tree. avg
Is .
She held a daisy in her hand
And plucked its petals one by one:
As fair a picture was she then
As e’er u as showy on by the sun.
The rude young man who, unawarea
Approached her nearly had a fit
To hear her roselcuf lips enun—
Ciate: -“He loves mefloves me sill"
MARRIAGE MAKES THE CHAPERONE
She May Be Young, But if Wedded She
can Chaperone.
A group of charming girls were loud-
ly denouncing the selfishness of Mr.
Adams, at young married man" of their
acquaintance. A newcomer inquired
the cause of complaint.
“Why, you see,” said one, “he won’t
go to the Brown’s party, and if Mr.
Adams doesn’t go Mrs. Adams won’t
go, and as Mrs. Adams was to. chape-
rone us all we shall all have to stay at
home.” ‘ .
Among the girls two were at least 25
and one over 30. The last had been a
high-minded, sensible young girl, and it
seemed as if she might now be an ade-
quate chaperone for her companions,
but to have *asserted herself in such a
capacity would have involved one of
two results—either she would .have
been looked upon as altogether passe
or as extremely eccentric.
She was not ready to accept, either
judgment, When 1 the lamented Mrs.
Adams-a frivolous young woman of 20
—-appeared she joined her voice to the
earnest‘a-ppeal made to her. For pro-
priety of conduct or force of character
she could not be compared to the older
woman, and yet the latter felt that she
could not go to the party except under
the shadow of her wing.
No doubt the canon of society which
decrees that a married woman, however
young, may serve as a guardian for
girls, has a sensible basis, since mars
riage is in itself an education, and
many an older single woman, through
sheer innocence, might permit liberties
which her married sister would be too
wise to allow. But there is a limit to
such rigidity of rule which good sense
should be permitted to transcend.—
Philadelphia Press. .-
THE HON. THOMAS B.V REED.
Personal Characteristics of the Speaker
of the House.
A writer for Leslie’s Weekly thus de-
scribes Thomas B. Reed, of Maine,
whose position as Speaker of the House
of Representatives and a candidate for
the Presidency gives him especial prom—
inence as a public man: ,
Mr. Reed is a man of liberal educa-
tion, and among other things is a lin-
guist. He speaks and reads French
fluently, though whether his speech is
tinctured with that twang for which
his English tongue in famous, I do not
know. He knows some Italian and
Spanish also among modern tongues.
He is well informed in general litera- .
ture, and he is especially well versed in
the political history of Englaad and the
United States. He is not above reading
novels, and he finds especial relaxation
in the French novel. I -
Mr. Reed writes when he is in the
mood. He sets himself no task. When
hezhas magazine work to do he often
postpones it till the last minute be-
cause he is not “i’ the mood.” When
his inspiration comes he writes often
far into the night. His thoughts flow
freely, and he makes few corrections in
manuscript.
Mr. Reed keeps an office in Portland,
but he does not practice law. His Con-
gressional duties make so great a de-
mand upon his time that he feels he can-
THOMAS B. REED.
not serve another master; so the law
practice waits on that time when he
shall be retired to private life.
It is not unusual for the keen-tongued
man to be sensitive. Mr. Reed is a
good deal of a philosopher, but he is not
thick-skinned. He has character enough
to conceal his hurt to most men, but
his cuticle has been painfully rasped at
times when he has seemed most calm
and self- contained. This was especially
true during his experience as Speaker of
the House. One of the political tradi-
tions of that period represents Mr. Reed
pounding a pillow vigorously at night,
under the impression that it was the
head of Springer of Illinois, or Rogers
of Arkansas.
Mr. Reed’s personal tastes are simple.
He believes in comfort without regard
to more than the decent conventionali‘
ties of life. No man of Mr. "Reed’s pe
culiar build would have put on a col-
ored shirt and a sash if he had had a
sensitive regard for public opinion. Mr
Reed has a mild content .21: for what is
known as “society," yet social inter-
course with bright people is one of, his
most valued recreations. A “function”
he despises, but a small gathering of
congenial men and women or a jolly
card party be thoroughly enjoys.
Where the Mountains Slug.
Darwin was one of the first to call at
tention to the mountain in El Brama
I
dor,'in Chile, which emits a peculiar *
sound at times; and in the midst of Py- -
ramid Lake, Nevada, there is another
whichuttersa musical note, which, in
certain states of the wind, beginslike
the jingling of countless silver bells,
and ends with a loudstrain, resembling
the low notes of a pedal Organ. These
sounds-are attributed to the friction of
the wind and the movements of sands,
as in the case of the “singing sands” of
Lab-nor, in China, the island Eigg, in
Scotland and elsewhere. ' ,
_ relatives and friends.
namely Women May be Beautiful.
There is no excuse in these days for
any woman to be ugly—since ugliness
as distinguished from plainness, which
is in no way repulsive, ‘comes general-
ly :as the result of an unhealthy mode
of life. Exercise, good healthy exer-
cise, is, fortunately, fashionable.
Clothing sensibly made~kinickers in-
stead of countless petticoats—known
rules of hygiene, which ;are easilyfol~
lowed; simple styles of} dressmaking
which with care and attention, «and
even a very slight amount of-clever-
ness, can be copied, are just a feWzof
the things which 'help the much-quot-
ed fin de siecle girl to look beautiful,
even when not blessed'at the start of.
her career with regular features, )a
perfect figure and a rose-leaf complex-
ion. A fine carriage of the head makes
a plain woman effective, even in a
drawing room of beautiful women.
The |head thrown back, the chin and
shoulders held straight,give an air of
distinction, of presence, which were
beauty never confers. Poking the
bust forward, resting the chin in the
hollow of the throat, and walking
with shoulders quite square is simply
a caricature of grace and elegance.
The Way to Po'ur Tea.
There is more to be learned about
pouring tea and coffee than most peo-
ple are will-lug to believe. If those de-
motions are made at the rtable, which
is far the best way, they require ex-
perience, judgment, and exactness; if
they are brought on the table ready
made, it still requires judgment so to
apportion them that they shall prove
sufficient in quantity for rthe family,
and that the elder members shall have
the stronger cups. Often persons pour
out rte'a, who, not being at all aware
that the tea grows stronger as they
proceed, bestow the poorest cup upon
the greatest stranger, and give the
stronger to a very young member of
the family, who would be better with-
out any. Where several cups of equal
strength are wanted, you should pour
a 'little into each, and then go back, in-
verting-the order as you fill them and
tue strength will be apportioned prop-
erly.
An earthen pot is by far the best for
brewing; the rtea may then be poured
into a silver pot if desired. Heat the pot
and pour the water out before putting
in the tea required, filling up at once
with ”boiling water; set from the fire
about ten minutes to draw, then pour
out as above.
The Small Waist Not Popular.
The bicycle belle has sounded the
knell of Lthe wasp waist.
Paris, the accepted fountain head of
all such information, has announced
that no waist which measures less than
twenty-seven inches can be considered
“good form.” The West End in Lon-
don immediately accepted the verdict,
and {to-day fashionable Engl-is-hwomen
are going about with waists of gener-
ous circumference. Americans are not
far behind. Already their dressmakers
have received orders for liberal 'waist
bands in autumn gowns.
For years the voices of doctors ‘have
been raised in warning against the
practice of tight lacing, and for years
the women of civilized countries have
listened courteously and have given
their corset strings an additional twist.
The laws of hygiene have very little
weight when they are opposed to the
laws of fashion. Now that fashion has
grasped health by the hand, so to
speak, women have dropped their cor-
sets, and a little feminine sigh of re-
lief goes around the world.
A Rich Design for a Center Piece.
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O. .oob-n—nn-n-uoopuu-o
The flower should be worked in shades
of yellow, with brown centers; the
leaves in green. with a lighter shade
for stems. ‘
Badly Disappointed.
The highwayman- had followed her
from town. He had observed the
pocketbook rwhich she ‘held in her
hand. It was fat, even as a plump
partridge. She was returning from
the city, and he bided 'his opportunity.
It was dusk. A lonely part of the road
was reached. He sprang forward,
snatched the pocketbook from .her
hand, and disappeared. Gleefu'lly he
sought his attic roorn.
“I shall dine well to—nig‘ht.” 'he said.
And he opened the purse and swooned!
It was fat with samples!
A Soft Snap.
“You’ll have to run the woman's page
while Miss Scissors is away,” said the
managing editor to the dramatic critic.
“can you do it ‘2" “Oh, nothing easier,”
answeded the willing colleague. “All
you’ve got to do is to change recipes
for jelly by marking out ‘jelly’ and in-
serting ‘worsted,’ and they do first rate ’
for ‘Fancy Work for Leisure Hours.’ "
-—_Boston , Transcript. '
The modern business woman of high
earning capacity is said ‘to lavishly
spend the money she earns for dress,
amusement and in generous gifts -to
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A REM. AMERICAN reitsv‘;
Mrs. Ga e-Can Sln Onl ‘
Inflfience, butheed’; lg: £1253. m
There is a real Trilby in New York
City—a woman of wealth and promi-
nence, who, like Du Maurier’s heroine.
cannot ordinarily sing at all, but whose
pure vocal notes and marvelous per-
formances on the piano charm all who
hear them when she is under the influ-
ence of a hypnotic spell. She is Mrs. .
Addie Belden Gage, who lives with her
husbandat the! fashionablezfiotel Em- . ‘
pire, Fifty-fourth Street and Columbus
Avenue. Her strange case has been
the marvel of her friends, as, indeed, it
has been of herself, for years. It dif-
fers from that of, Trilby in that Mrs.
Gage has no Svengali—the influence
comes on, apparently, of itself. No one
suggests it. Mrs. Gage feels no in
t‘fecls. Of what occurs during the
presence of the influence she is ignor-
ant. She has never heard herself sing.
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MRS. ADDIE BELDEN GAGE.
She sits at the piano with tightly
closed eyeltds, a strangely white, in«
tense, rapt expression on her face,while
her hands seem to be stiffened and to
fill without being in the least under the
control of the player. The singer wan~
ders from Gounod to Meyerbeer, from
Verdi to Wagner, then to simpler melo-
dies, Qnd finally to "Home, Sweet
Home.” '
Mrs. Gage positively asserts fit. at it is
not her own voice; she declares that it
.i--. the spirit of a great actress and a
zinger, long since dead, who seeks as-
tral embodiment, and gives vent to its
punt-up being, through the medium of‘
her person and throat. Some thirty
years ago Mrs. Addie Belden Gage was
born in Rochester, N. Y., of a fine old
aristocratic family.—New York Journal.
THE SEWING SCREEN.
A Useful and Decorative Addition to
Household Impediments.
Adelightflully decorative and useful
note in my lady’s morning room, or a
cozy setting for the corner'of her bed-
room, is the sewing screen, a gracious
little affair combining all the comforts
_of thread basket, pincushion, needle-
cise, work bag, catch-all, and table.
One such screen, which graces the bed-
room corner of the home of a busy little
housewife, is fashioned of yellow denim
and a delicately flowered yellow silk,
and can be very easily carried out in
any color by a pair of clever hands.
The framework, which consists of two
leaves eighteen inches wide, is about
three feet high and is covered from the
outside and fastened on the inside cor—
ners with fancy gilt nails. Each leaf
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is divided into three parts. the upper
and lower given over to pockets made
of the silk. A needle case covered with
silk and a pincushion of yellow plush
_hang from the top of each leaf, re-
spectively. Two fiat pieces of paste-
board covered with the silk fall against
the middle division of each leaf, ('16
being held by ribbons to form a wide
pocket, the other standing for a small
shelf or table when caught by ribbons
to two fancy-headed nails on either side
of the screen above. Nothing so con- .
venient was ever put into so small a j
space before, according to the owner of
this housewifely joy. For it is a joy,
she will tell you. Here is‘ always the
very thread and needle one wants at
her very hand. Here is room for one’s -
work of various kinds. The table, pin-\
cushion, scrapbasket, and scissors, which
hang at the side, are ever ready, and all
practical things considered, this home-
keeping attachment has the merit be-
side of being a thing of beauty. ‘
p The Largest Ever Built.
The largest schooner ever built on
he Atlantic coast has been constructed
.t Bath, Me. She is a four-master and
1138 been named the William B. Palmer.
.Ier dimensions are: Length, 257 feet' .
u'eadth, 42 feet; depth, 20 feet, and "
gross tonnage, 1,895.73. The largest
schooner previously built is the Gov.
,lmes, which is of only 27 tons lessthan
he new vessel. Each of Palmer’s lower
casts is 116 feet long, or One foot longer ‘
han those of the Gov. Ames. '
Dicd'ut 129 Years.
Hiram Lester. who. died at the poor .2;
farm in Henry County, Gar, not long
rgo, was said to be 129 years old. ' Ason
Jf his living in the 'same'pfO‘Orhousezis 90 4
years old, and a daughter, who lives in...
Hoard County. is flayears old.
gag-u.
Norwalk Chronicler