I'M
OLD SHOES. ........._
.Trimv much a man is like old shoes!
T“ r instance. both a soul may lose.
. i-in'h have inn-2i ta. sned. both are made tight
in c ubblcrs, both get left and right,
l-lncl'. need a mate to be complete.
And both are made to go on feet,
Tncylmth net-d heeling. oft are sold, 21
Anal both in time turn all to mould. all-
With shoes the last. is first: with men
The first shall be the last; and when
The shoes wear out they- are mended new.
VVticn men wear out they’re men-dead, too.
They both are trod upon. and both
\Vill tread on others. nothing loath;
Both have their ties and bothincline
\Vlien polished in the world to shine.
And , nth peg out—and would you choose
To be a man or be his shoes?
KORA’S BLUNDER.
’ it Miss Mattie Rice had yawned once
sin-«e breakfast she had yawned a
score of times; and even pretty Ev‘e-
icon was growing drowsy over her em-
broidery by the window. For it was
a hopelessly rainy day in mid October,
with the sky veiled in dark gray mist,
the tinted leaves floating down into
matted layers of dim color around the
columns of the piazza, and the tall
.lahdias nearly" prostrated by the
Steady downpour. No walks, no gath-
ering of ferns, mosses, berries in the
still, delicious woods; no dreamy
rambles to the mountain tops—and,
worst and saddest of all, nothing to
read.
“And I won’t be deluded into work-
ing worsteds,” said Matty, “nor yet
into crewcls and Kensington stitch.
.n'i—
,Eveleen, what is that delightful book I
that papa was reading aloud out 01 1
last night?"
“Do you mean the ‘Recreations of a
Country Parson?’ ” said Eveleen, com-
paring two shades of rose—colored
wool.
“If that’s the name of it-—yes.”
“He took it to the city with him,‘
said Eveleen. “I saw it sticking out
of his coat pocket when he was run
ning for the train.”
"‘How provoking!” sighed Matty
clasping her dimpled hands above her
head; “when it’s the book of all boo ’s
that I should like to read on a day like
this.” '
“Mr. Win-ton has a copy of it,” said
Evanleen, threading a worsted needle
with the very darkest shade of gar
net. ‘
“But what good will that do me?"
said Mattie, disconsolately.
“Borrow it,” suggested Evenleen.
“Everybody borrows everything in a
place like this; and I’m sure Mr. VVin-
ton would be glad to oblige you.”
“But how?" urged Matty. “The
“hotel is at least half a mile away.”
“Send Nora.”
“Nora, indeed! I don’t suppose
Nora ever did an errand in her life.”
said Matty.
“Then it‘s high time she
menced,” laughingly suggested
leen. “Write a note!”
“I’d rather send a verbal message,"
-said Matty; “and I wouldn’t send at
all if I wasn’t dying to read the end
of that essay that papa began last
.night.”
Nora, deep in the energetic occupaf‘
tion of blacking the kitchen stove, was
summoned up—stairs.
“Nora,” said Matty, impressively, “I
want you to go to the hotel. You
know where that is?”
"Sure an' I do, miss," said‘Nora with
wide mouth open, and eyes of intense
attention. .
“And ask for Mr. Winter. and tell
him that Miss Matty Rice sends her
compliments, and would like to borrow .
the ‘Recreation of a Country Parson.‘ "
“You're sure you understand?"
“Yis’m, an’ why wouldn‘t I?"
promptly retorted Nora, rather nettled
by this implied asperation on her pow-
ers of comprehension.
“And come back as quick as you
can.”
“Sure an’ it’s me that will," said
Nora.
And presently the two sisters caught
a glimpse of her beneath the folds of
a rusty waterproof cloak. with a mam—'
moth umbrella held over her head,
disappearing behind the huge leaves
of the rhododendron hedge.
“I hope she won’t be long,” said
Matty.
-“Why should she,” said serene Eve-
Ieen. ‘
And she went on composedly with
the pomegranate blossoms that she
was embroidering, ghile Matty sat
down to the piano, ”and tried to pick
out the notes of some dreamy refrain,
' which had haunted her ever since she
heard it at the opera last winter, with
Patti smiling on the stage andthe
full orchestra thundering on the
strains.
And Nora plunging down the ravine,
like anything but a woodnymph,
plashed her way to the going a quarter
of a mile out of her road on account
of a spotted snake, and stopping for
a good chat with a fellow-Hibernian
who was on his way to the postoflice.
“There,” said Nora, as she turned
away from Teddy O’Hara, “An’ sure
I’ve forgotten the name as clane as if
I, niver had heard it.”
‘ “Whose name was it, Alana?” con-
soling demanded Colonel Ross’ coach-
man, whose soft nothings had put the
. message completely out of Nora's head.
“There was somethin’ in’it about
the ‘Rectory of a Country Parson,’ ”
said Nora, twisting herself into the’
letter S, with the violent atempt at
recollection to which she forced her-
self.
“There ain’ no rectory hereabouts,”
said Teddy. “Sure it ain’t built yet!
But the parson he’s up on the hotel
com-
Eve-
teps. I seen him there as I came be-
algi. A tall young gentleman, with
. ‘.f 3.12 vest—for all the wurreld‘ like
‘ ...,.e;i—~.;n, spectacles as gintle as
.3 .29.. Is it a message you’ve got
-or illin. Nora, mavourneen?" _
“.f‘ui to borrow him!" said Nora,
fixing her dull, glassy glare on Teddy
thara’s astonished face. . _ -
w n 1:.th ~ nonw Aha - GAZET
“To borrow him?” repeated Teddy.
Teddy uttered a whistle.
“,t
of,“ said he. “An’ if it’s a fair ques
tion, who is it wants him?”
“Miss Matty Rice’s compliments,”
repeated Nora with parrot-like promp~
titrde, “and she wants to borrow the
iarson.” ‘
Teddy exploded into a laugh.
“Sure, an’ if it was leap year,” said
he, “I should think .it medht some-
thing. I never heard such a message
in all me born days before. But I
must make haste, or the mail will be
off."
Away trudged Teddy, while Nora
kept on to the hotel, all unconscious
of the curious transformation that
had befallen her luckiess message.
“Is the parson here?” demanded she,
shaking her umbrella, and stamping
the mud off her feet on the steps of
the mountain hotel, which was still
well filled with guests who had ling-
ered to see the splendors of the Oc-
tober forests among the woods.
The hotel clerk, who had just come
out to glance at the barometer, stared
at her; the ydung ladies on the ‘wide
veranda giggled; the stout old gentle-
men, who were walking up and down ‘
the boards to gain their daily two
miles of exercise, stopped short; and
a spectacled, grave—looking young
man, who was talking with a lady just
beyond, glanced around, as if he fan-
cied that he were personally inter
ested.
“Do you want the—clergyman?” said
the hotel clerk, doubtful yet polite.
“Is it a stone mason or a chimney
swape I‘d be manin,’ d’ye think!” re-
torted Nora, beginning to imagine
that she was being made game of.
“I am the clergyman,” said the
spectacled gentleman, stepping court-
ously forward at this juncture. “Is
there anything I can do for you?”
“Miss Matty Rice’s compliments,”
said Nora, without in the least a'bating
the shrillness of her voice, “an’ she
wants to borrow you.”
“I beg your pardon,” said Mr. Foun-
taine, “but~—I’m not quite sure that 'I
understand you, my good woman.”
“I’m speakin’ the English language,
sure,” said Nora, somewhat affronted.
“She wants .to borrow you.”
“But what for?” said he, ignoring
the titters of the group which was
now fast gathering on the veranda.
“To amuse herself wid this rainy
day," said Nora. “You’re to come
back wid me, p’lase. I was to bring
you. Miss Matty Rice's compliments,
and—”
“Really,” said Mr. Fontaine, “this is
very strange.”
“The Rices live in a little Swiss cot-
.tage by the Haldino Falls,” suggested .
the hotel clerk. “Gentleman goes up
and down to the city every day. Keeps
a pony carriage.”
“You‘re to. come back wid me,
please,” interrupted Nora. “ ‘T'he
Rectory.‘ or ‘the County Parson,’ Miss
Matty Rice's, compliments, and—"
Mr. Fontaine hurriedly surveying
the situation in his mind’s eye, de-
cided it was better to obey this strange
request. ' .
And putting on a waterproof wrap,
and arming himself with a. light silk
umbrella, he accompanied Nora Mc- ,
great buzzing and whiS< f
Shane, to the
poring of the group on the veranda.
(Miss Rice was listessly watching
liveleen's embroidery, as the door
bounced open and Nora rushed in, ex-
claiming,— '
“Here he is! I’ve brought him!”
“Brought whom?" exclaimed Matty
in surprise.
“The country parson,” said Nora.
here wasn’t no rectory, I inquired for
it, but it. wasn’t built.”
“What-on earth is the girl talking
about?” said Matty in amazement.
Andthen Mr. Fontaine walked in,
holding his hat in his hand.
“I am the clergyman,” said he.
“Can I be of any use?”
Matty colored a deep cherry-pink.
“Oh, dear, I am so sorry!” she fal-
tered; “but there is some dreadful
mistake here. I sent Nora to the
hotel to borrow a book, and she has
brought me back—a man!”
“A book?” said Mr. Fontaine.
“Yes,” said Mattie, trying harder
and harder to keep back her laughter
as the comic side of the circumstance
forced itself upon her. “The Recrea-
tions of a Country Parson,” Mr. Win-
ton has it.”
Mr. Fontaine began to laugh. So
did Matty and Eveleen; and in five‘
minutes they were the best friends in
the world. Mr. Fontaine stayed to
lunch, and they never knew how that
long rainy morning whiled itself
away, until at last‘ the blue rifts of
sky spread banners above the pine
trees on old Sky-Top, and every shin-
ing drop was transformed into a tiny
rainbow.
Mr. Fontaine came often after that.
So did Mr. Paul Winton, the owner, of
the genuine “Country Parson.” And
when the family closed their cottage,
and returned to the city, the two
young men, discovered that the jam--
ney to Philadelphia was not such a
very long one. And there is'every
probability that the lacking rectory
will be built in the spring and that the
country parson will bring a pretty
young wife there; at least so says
popular gossip.
“Dear, stupid old Nora!” says Mat-
ty Rice, “it was all her doing. And
'she shall have a home with me al-
ways.”
“But blunders don’t always termin-
ate successfully," Eveleen gravely re-
marks.
“Of course," observed Xerxes, the
King. “my will is law.”
“Doubtless,” answered the wise man
or the court, after consulting a. few au-
thorities. “That. is to say if Your Ma-
jesty doesn't leave too large an estate."
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's the .quarest loan as iver I heard .
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. new.
iDUUNE NATTE, OR‘CANVAS AGAIN.
Instr-ad of Taffeta to be Used In?
the Umlerskil‘t.
13y sp ---iu.'! arrangement with the N. ‘i’.
In the new materials there seems to
.e everything between gauze and serge
oming into market. Canvas in a
xaried form, very soft in texture, is to
e worn ag'afu, and its new name is
mouline name.” It shows embroider—
d stripes, too, which makes it very
.lecorativc.. Cashmere, very thin and
light, and various poplin fabrics with
satin stripes are also on the list. Ma-
.erials woven so as to have the appear-
ance of being tucked crosswise seem to
{ie the chief novelty, and in transpar-
ent fabrics, such as grenadine and
mousselino do sole, they are charming.
For thin cotton gowns there is a great
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variety in white and colored muslins,
which come with the skirts practically
all made, as the ruffles and insertions
are all in place. Some of these skirt—
lngs have three and four rufiies of em-
broidery with insertions at the head of
each one; others have only one ruffle at
:he bottom and vertical bands of in-
sertion striping them at intervals all
around above it.
One or two hints as to the most de—
sirable purchases to be made at the
oargain counter just now may be of use.
Surely it is safe to invest in any mate—
rial which h.as bayadere stripes,.cords,
3r effects of any sort, and surah silk
in any pretty color is likely to prove
useful, as it is employed, instead of
taffeta, for ‘“ underskirts in some of
one
J'
the latest gowns. This may be inter-
preted as a predictionas regards the
fate of the fashionable rustling skirts,
since surah has no such sounding rus-
tle in its folds. Peau de sole and glace
silks in plain or shot colors are very
much used for the shirt waists, now'
such a feature of morning dress, and
velveteens with polka. dots of contrast-
ing color are also one of‘the popular
materials for this purpose.
The irrepressible cotton shirt waist
has appeared again in the shops, with
9. few variations to recommend it as
The yoke is straight across the
back, instead of pointed as it was last
season. It is not nearly so pretty, but
a. change is a necessity in the rank and
file of fashion. The sleeves are small-
er, and the front is poi-uzhed after the
manner of the latest biouse. The
fashionable tailor gown of the season
is supplied with two or three silk
waists in addition to the one which
matches the skirt. They are variously
trimmed with lace, velvet. and bands
of fur, or “made in the simple shirt
waist. style, with tucks and handsome
iewelled studs for their only decora-
:ion.
Something new in lace- is z‘wire-
grOunded” Valenciennes for trimming
underwear and warranted to wear out
the nainsook it decorates.
White suede gloves are the thing for
afternoon and evening wear, andwhibe |
suede slipper: are worn for dancing. I
’rainy day.
EDISON, J.R., WIZARD.
SON or THE FAMOUS ELECTRICIAN
TO SHIFT FOR HIMSELF. '
[In is Twenty-One Years" Old, and Many
-Men of Twice His Age 'Have Learned in
the Last Few llIonths to Watch Him
with Much Interest. '
Thomas A. Edison has need to look
to his laurels. His son and namesake,
sent forth from the shelter of the pa-
ternal roof and beyond the influence
of paternal guidance, expects to make
things warm for his father in the line
of electrical research and invention.
Thomas A. Edison, Jr., is something
of a “wizard” himself. He is twenty-
,one years old, and many men of twice
'r'his age have learned in the last few
months to watch him with much inter-
est.
THOMAS A. EDISON, JR.
Thousands of persons to whom the
name of Edison is familiar have never
heard of this youthful scientist, yet he
has had a large part in experiments
and discoveries that have startled the
world. For years he has spent most
of his waking and many of his sleeping
hours in the laboratories of his father,
those incubators of mysterious things
born to amaze. All these matters he
has known from his youth up, and en-
ters upon his manhood with a wonder-
ful equipment of knowledge. But why
did he not stay with his father? Why
not be a partner instead of a rival?
The explanation calls up a curious
picture. Figuratively speaking, one
bright morning last August, Edison
called the young man to him and spake
thus:—
“Thomas, my son, you know almost
as much as your father, but what you
know will never be of use to you un-
til you know men. Get out, Thomas,
and study men. Brush up against the
world for a while, and let us see what
you are made of. You have good
ideas. Work them. Good morning."
So the young man started out, with
a head full of ideas, and a lusty desire
to make himself heard in the world‘s
noisy traffic. To-day he has an office
in a big buildingin New York and the
big electrical manufacturing companies
with the long titles and the capital of
many millions are studying this young
man with great care, while pretend-
ing that they are not aware of his ex-
istcnce.
This is a very hollow pretence, how-
ever, for he has attacked them in their
own strongholds. He has invented a
device which. he says, is only the first
of a series of improved appliances in
various lines of electrical work. It is
an incandescent lamp, similar to the
one now in use to the ‘ inexperienced
eye, but possessing, it is said, many
advantages. He calls it the “Edison
Junior," with conscious pride, and
claims for it superiority over all others
in the important details of vacuum and
filament.
To achieve these results the young
man designed his own pump, and says
that with it he can exhaust ten lamps
to a high degree of perfection in less
time than is required by the ordinary
vacuum pumps generally used to ex-
haust one lamp. The filament is his
own invention also-a chemical com-
bination carbonized at 4,000 degrees
Fahrenheit, making it as near abso-
lutely pure carbon, as it is possible to
obtain. 'Curiously enough, neither the
pump. nor the filament has been pat~
ented.
“My father's experience has taught
me to steer clear of the Patent Office.
He has taken out scores of patents,
but he has spent as much money and
lime fighting to uphold them, I guess,
as they are worth. I’m going to keep
my ideas to myself. Secrecy is a bet-
ter safeguard than a patent any time.”
Undoubtedly young Edison believes
in secrecy. The ideas for this lamp
came to him four or five years ago, but
he quietly stored them up against a
This having come, he puts
them to excellent use.
Young Edison is highly gratified
with the result of his business venture.
His father, it should be observed, his
nothing to do with this lamp, yet it is
being manufactured and sold in lirge
quantities. The 'young man decline?
to say where his financial backing
came from, but as he speaks of travel-
lers on their way to South AmELiCa.
of Pacific coast agencies, and of the
Japanese and Chinese trade, it is to
be presumed that large amounts are
interested, and the .big companies em-
ploying his respected father must
wake up.
A Distinction.
Stranger—“Are you the religious ed-
itor?” ’ ' '
The Editor-5‘1 cannot tell .a lie. I
am only the editor of the religious de-
partment.”——Indianapolis Journal.
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- A New Sort.
Weary Wanker-What do you con-
sider the fiercest cross of dog, Dusty?
Dusty Beers—One between you an'
ie fencei—New York Journal. '
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coco STORY OF NAPOLEON.
Liberated a. Scotcllman at Ober-
liampi’s Request.
Napoleon had at one time many ud-
uirers in England, especially among
he commercial classes, who suffered
fleeply from the war, but he alienated
[e
irrcst of the English who were in
:‘rance at the time of the rupture of
he peace of Amiens, in 1803.
Yet, in individual cases, Napoleon
.howcd some magnanimity. .A young
Scotchman, one Robert Hendry, from
llasgow, a scientific dyer and chemist,
tad taken advantage of the peace to
Visit the great manufacturing houses
if France, and he was staying at Jony.
yliere Oberkampf had established a.
iugc cotton printing factory. when
var suddenly broke out. Hendry was
licrcupon constituted a. prisoner by
he authorities, but allowcd to remain
tll parole at Jouy.
Napoleon one day visited the factory
iucxpcctcdly, accompanied by Joseph-
nc: 110 made a rapid progress through
he works; villagers and work people,
he lnttcr numbering 1,400,assembled to
vitucss his departure, cheering the cor—
'll!‘ Emperor was seen to take the
nose from his own breast and affix it
e; that of the modest Obcrkampf. Is-
ibey painted the scene, and the pie
.urc is still to be found upon the walls
if Versailles. But Oberkampf had still
mniething to ask. Napoleon smiled
u‘opitiously, but made a wry face
when he heard the petition ,which was
for the release of the prisoner. “An
Englislnnun‘f’ “No, sir, a Scotchman.
:Iis niotlicr. his sisters, depend on his
nbors.” "Well. he shall be free, then,”
.aid the Emperor.—Housohold World.
t’lAN WHO DISCOVERED VAN WYCK.
\‘ew York‘s bluyor Responsible to Johnny
Carroll for His Place.
Mayor Van “'yck, before his nomi-
nation by Tammany last Full, was
practically unknown even in New
York. He was a member of the “fig-
want. but of no more importance
:han hundreds of other braves who
follow Big Chief Crokcr. John F.
Darrell, an east side politician, and
JOHN F. CARROLL. ,
an intimate friend of Mr. Croker,
suggested to the latter Van Wyck’s
name when the councils were casting
about for candidates for Mayor of
Greater New York. Carroll 'saw his
man triumphantly elected. and dur-
ing the reign of Tammany, will, in
consequence. be about the biggest
man in Metropolitan politics. Carroll
has been an ofiice'holdcr from away
buck.
HE WAS TAUGHT SELF-RELIANCE.
A Good Story of Henry “lard Beeclier’s
School Days.
Henry Ward Beecher used to tell
thi story of the way in which his
teacher of mathematics taught him to
depend upon himself.
“I was sent to the blackboard, and
wont. uncertain, full of whimpering.
“ ‘Tliat lesson must be learned,’ said
my teacher, in a very quiet tone, but
with a terrible intensity. All expla-
nations and excuses he trod under foot
with utter scorni’ulness. ‘I want that
problem; I don’t want any reasons
why you haven’t it,’ he would say.
“ ‘ I did study two hours.’
“ ‘That’s nothing to me: I want the
lesson. You need not study it at all,
or you may study it ten hours, just to
suit yourself. I want the lesson.’
It was tough for a green boy; but it
seasoncd‘me. In less than a. month I
had the most intense sense of‘intel-
lectual independence and courage to
defend my recitations.
"One day his cold, calm voice fell
upon me in the midst of a demonstra-
tion. ‘No!’
“I hesitated and then went back to
the beginning, and on reaching the
same point again ‘No’.’ uttered in a
tone of conviction, barred my prog-
ress.
" "The next!‘ and I sat down in red
confusion.
went right on, finished, and, as he sat
down. was rewarded with ‘Very well?
just as he did, and you said ‘Nol’
‘Why didn’t ,you say ‘Yes,’ and
stick to it? it is not enough to know
your lesson: you must know that you
know it.' You have learned nothing till
you are sure. If all the world says
'.\‘o!' your business is to say ‘Yes,’ and
Ill'UVC it.‘ "—Good Stories.
During the Revolution 3. little
American privateer once stole up on an
English line-of—battle ship in a. defense
fog, mistaking her for an East India
merchant, and ordered her to strike.
When the seventy-four ran out her
runs and threatened to blow her puny
-ssailant out of the water, the Yankee
kipper stepped to the gangway, and
, aking off his hat, said politely: “Oh,
very well..sir, if you won’t surrender
_ l'wil‘."-—Argonaut. , ' ‘
he sympathies of all such by his cruel '
ego. and cheering still louder when,
"He. too. was stopped withl‘Noi’ but-
“ ‘Why.’ whimpered I, ‘I recited it
Victoria Statue for Belfast.
The illustration given hereWith" is
that of the statue which is to be erect-
ed in Belfast as a memorial of ,the' Rec-
01d Reign of her Majesty the Queen.
The statue, which will -be executed in
the finest Sicilian marble, is eleven feet
high. Her Majesty, is represented in.
royal robes, holding the orb in her left
hand and the sceptre in her right.
Across her breast she wears the Rib-
bon of the Garter, and the skirt of her
dress is richly embroidered with'the
rose, shamrock and thistle. The pe-
destal is fourteen feet high, and will
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be executed in Irish limestone. It is
richly moulded and carved. The front
is enriched with a large bronze car-
touch, bearing the dates 1837-1897, and
sustaining sprays of leaves and 01-
ive branches. On each side is a large
bronze figure, representing the spin—
ning and shipbuilding industries, and
at the back is a figure, also in bronze,
of a child reading, typical of education. )
The panel in front will bear the in-l
'scription of her Majesty’s Diamond Ju-i
bilee Message:——“From my heart It
thank my beloved people. May Godl
bless them.—Victoria R. and I.” i
New English Commander, j
The new commander of the English‘i
forces in the war against the rebels,\x
General Sir William Stephen Alexan-
d'er Lockhart, K. C. B., has just left
England for the North-West frontier. f
He was born in 1841, and entered thel
Indian Army in 1858, becoming lieuteu- l
ant in 1859‘, captain in 1868, and major‘
in 1877. He was adjutant of the 14th
Bengal Lancers in the Bhootan cam-
paign of 1864-66, on the staff in tho'
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Black Mountain expedition of 1868, and '
took part in the Dutch war in Achln
in 1875-77. ’ i
In the Afghan war of 1879-80 he was 5
on duty in the Khyber Pass, and he,
commanded a. brigade in the Burmesef
war of 1886—87. he was made major,!
general for distinguished services int
the Miranzai expedition of 1891, and he
commanded the Isazai expedition of;
1892, and the Waziristan Field Force,
in 1894-95. He is now the head of the-
Punjab command, and no better man
could be found to deal with the refrac-
tory hill tribes.
The New Troitsky Bridge.
St. Petersburg is to have a new won-
der in the great Troitsky bridge, work
upon which is rapidly being prosecut-
ed.
On his recent visit to the Czar. Felix
Faure, President of the French Repub-t
lie, was honored by being requested to’
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lay the first stone of the proposed
bridge. This was only one of many
compliments showered by the Ru
sians' upon the representative of t..
French people as evidence of their ap
preciatiou of the dual alliance.
A Pretty Sofa. Cushion.
The sofa cushion of which apicturo’
s herewith given differs from the or-
dinary pillow in its width and more
particularly in the unique floral die-
sign, wliich gives it a trOpical appear
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ance. It' is filled with feathers, makl
a. downy 'head rest and can he carri-
along on long and tedious journey
adding greatly to the comfort of tray
sllers. ‘ ‘- -
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