Evening gazette, Wednesday, August 5, 1896 · page 2

 

 

THE HAPPIEST HEART. as

‘ Who drives the horses of the sun
:-’_'== Shall lord it but a day:
Better the lowly deed were done,
And kept the humble way.

:7? The rust will find the sword of fame:
The dust will hide the crown;
Aye. none shall nail so high his name
" Time will not tear it down.

The happiest heart that ever beat
Was in some quiet breast

 

That found the common daylight sweet

And left to heaven the rest.
~Jehr. Vance Cheney ianashington Star.

WON BY STRATEGY.

A bicycle stood leaning heavily
against its stand as if worn out from
long, tedious waiting for its mistress.
A rustle, as of silk lined hair cloth was
heard on the cellar stairs.

It‘was she,-its dauntless rider.

She rested her fingers on its beloved
saddle and brushed the dust from their
pink tips, the dust of a long week’s
rest, a week of ideal bicycling weather.
A dainty handkerchief hid her great
blue eyes, and she burst into a flood of
tears. '

Aloud clang, clang of the door bell
startled these tears away. She knew
that ring. All dishevelled and dusty,
she rushed into the drawing room. She
met her lover like a moody cherub. He
looked at her for a moment, standing
with his legs wide apart. his hands in
his pockets and a forgotten hat on the
back of his head, heaved a sigh of res-
ignation and said disgustedly:

“I see, my poor llttle girl, that this
confounded bicycle question is on top
again.”

“Do you know, Eleanor, that I know
a fine fellow who wants a bicycle just
like yours so everlastingly bad that he
would be willing to give a thousand del-
lars cash for it if he could have it with-
in an hour.”

“George! 'You shall not have my
dear wheel to smash into splinters. If
you yourself had ever ridden you would
advocate it for everybody. It is stub-
born and narrow that you will not learn.
Your prejudice is making a heartless
fellow of you. It shall be crushed at
once; I am determined. Can’t you see
I am determined?”

Her hands were clasped tightly. ' She
shivered slightly, and her voice was
' tense as she continued with white teeth
set:

“I shall 'ride to- morrow to Chevy
Chase Inn. I start at noon exactly.
- You may start on awheel at 11. If you

reach the Inn before I do we will be
married soon, if not—never!”

The last word was called from the
hall. The speaker was gone.

The man turned pale. He was not a
student of women’s whims, and he was
deeply in love. He put a hand to his
head and was dimlv conscious of won-
dering whether it was his hand or some
other fellow’s. '

He sat down 'ou the corner of a card
table because it happened to be behind
him, and said out loud, “I will think.”
Three minutes later he arose and said,
“I will think.” ’

He walked through the hall and out
into the air, forgetting his cane, his
overcoat, and the violets he had brought
Eleanor. As the-front door closed be-
hind him with a hang it startled him as
it might a sleep walker.

. . He walked down Connecticut avenue
hardly realizing where he was.

Soon his eyes, which had not distin-
guished the passers- by, seemed rivited
on a sign that seemed to scream at
him:

“Bicycling Academy.

It drew him to the spot as if by mag-
netism. He entered the door and look-
ed blankly at the man at the desk, laid
down a bill which made the fellow stare,
refused the change, and asked to be
taught at once.

An attendant brought him a wheel.
The cold glitter of its nickel plating fill-
ed hls whole being with determination.
He waived the teacher aside and mount-
ed with the spring of a kangaroo. The
bicycle headed straight as a die for the
brick partition. When within a yard

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of it he Titted his long limbs above the '

handle bar and met the wall with the
bottom of two substantial feet. He
was shot back some distance and then
DE.

The instructor asked him if he
thought he was riding a battering rare
or aboomerang. '

The lever did not smile.

The instructor then asked him for the
address of his doctor. He gave a num-
ber on Sixteenth street. That was
Eleanor’s home. ,

Before he left the school the shadows
had lengthened into darkness, and he
was riding beautifully around the cir-
cle with his handkerchief bound tightly
around his'head and the teacher’s arm
about his waist. If Eleanor could see
him!He felt himself victor over a fiend.

The next morning at 10:59 he left his
door. The day was perfect.

He felt the exhilaration of success and
a resistless force of resolution. He
leaned over the handle bar and sped
rapidly over the asphalt. He panted
and pused up the hills and coasted down
over bridges and past the Zoo. His one
thought was to make the wheels gc
round, to cover space.

Slowly the idea began to force itself
upon him that something was wrong
with the wheel. He thought it must
need oiling, , such terrible pain and
weakness di’d attack his limbs when he
tried to force the pedals around, and his
head grew light and dizzy. He thought
to dismount, but rolled ofi instead. He
tried to take‘ a step to straighten his
limbs; they refused to be straightened;

they gave way beneath him, and he fell'
on his knees as if in supplication to Cu-

pid to cease from his torture.

He lay on the ground for a moment
in order that the dizziness might pass
away.

He must have lost consciousness for a
moment, for suddenly he felt a hand on
his head, and the grufl voice of a mo
torman- asked:

“Are you all broke up, old man? Don’t
you want a lift?”

These accents were as, sweet to his
ears as the murmuring of a siren.

 

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He was sorely tempted and yielded.

He allowed his bicycle to be lifted on
the 'car and himself to be assisted to a
seat which was not a saddle, while he
constantly whispered to his conscience:
“All is fair in love and war."

He closed his eyes and half dreamed
and half thought that he was waft-
ed along on fleecy clouds. Suddenly a
thought struck him like a lightning
bolt. “Eleanor l” Might she notlsee
him alighting from the car. Was he to
be branded in her eyes as a cowardly
cheat? ‘

He snatched at his watch and dragged
himself to the end of the car and tried
with his eyes to pierce the solid hills, in
order to gain the first dreaded glimpse
of his darling who rode like the wind on
her metal steed. _

He saw for ten minutes only a blank
road, and then, with a nervous start,
discerned a spot of blue. He knew it
was blue serge and that it flapped about
bicycle wheels.

"Was it Eleanor?”

He thought he sawa tam, and strain-
edhis eyes to see if there was a leather
on it.

From the handle bar waved stream-
ers. It must be Eleanor. It was her
height, her dear form.

He almost prayed for a puncture in
her tire; a small piece of glass might be
his salvation. “

The bicycle gained.

“Oh, why did she risk exhaustion?”

The car stopped for ,a moment. He
was frantic.

The bicyclist dismounted.

“Thank heaven!” she wore bloomers.
It was not Eleanor.

The lever sank prostrated with sud-
den relief. .

“In a short time the inn was reached.
He was assisted from the car and the
bicycle deposited by the door. With a
sudden flood of energy and rage he gave
it a kick that made graceful ' curves in
its slender spokes. Then he sank into a
chair and fell asleep. Ten minutes later
Eleanor arrived. She shook her head
over the bent wheel, found its victim
unconscious, smoothed lovingly yester-
day’s scar on forehead and, with a
frightened glance around, put upon its
aig-zag line her 'first kiss.

The lever smiled. He was dreaming
that he was borne to the altar on 8. won-
derful electric bicycle, to be united for
aye to a white robed Eleanor. -—Wash
ington Post. -

A LEAP YEAR DINNER.

It Was Held in Boston and Praised in
London.

This is Leap Year. I don’t know if
we women are realizing our opportu-
nities, and making the best of them.
But in Boston they appear to be doing
so. Only listen to this. They, the
Boston hostesses, are giving Leap Year
dinners—dinners so arranged that the
men remain in their original seats
throughout the meal, while the women
progress with the courses. The host (a
man of no account) rings a bell at the
conclusion of each course, and reads
out loud a line on the guest card, and
the ladies, always moving westward,
change their places at the signal. The
rule the hostess has to observe is this:
That she must have as many courses as
there are couples present, since the
round must be completed when dessert
is there.

Now about the guest cards and their
mottos. For the men who keep their
places during the meal the following
quotations were given at the first of
these entertainments in Boston: “Wel-
come the coming, speed the parting
guest;” “Variety’s the very spice of
life;” “Stay in that station where you
are placed ;” “It is something to get
this far, if one is not permitted to go
farther ;” “How happy could I be with
either were t’other dear charmer away.”
The ladies’ guest cards were inscribed
with such quotations as these: “Press
bravely forward ;” “Let us then be up
and doing;” “A lovely apparition sent
to be a moment’s ornament. “All
things journey, we go with them.” At
the head of the table a banner for all
to see is inscribed: “Westward the
course of Empire takes its way.” ]
should like to be present at such 3. din—
ner. The experiment requiresa certain
amount of trouble. But, anyhow; it
would be great fun—The Gentlewom-
an, London.

The Duchess’s Gown.
Here is a description of the dress

made by Worth for the Duchess of'

Marlborough to wear at the Queen’s
“drawing room”:

The dress is an electric blue with de-
collete corsage draped on the side and
fastened to each shoulder by two
piquets. White ostrich feathers and
diamonds trim the corsage, descending
to the waist, and are kept in place by a
satin band, making a bow on the side.
At the top of the corsage is a veil of
white Mechlin lace. The sleeves are of
lace, with bars of white satin. The
skirt is of electric blue satin with a
train six and one- half feet long in one
piece. ’

A Comparatively New Joke.

“ We have before us a copy of the
Brookville J efiersonian, printed in 1856,
in which appears the following joke:

Hugh Brady met George Andrews on
the street yesterday and said:

“George, did you hear about that
little affair at the American House to-
day at noon?”

' “No,” said Andrews: “what was it?”

“Why, all the ladies got up and left
the table.” ' ,

“The deuce you say! What for?"

“They had finished eating.”—Punzsu-
tawney Spirit.

 

What He Would Do.

“If you were the only man in the
world,” she said emphatically, “]
wouldn’t have you.”

“Oh, well,” he replied nonchalently,
“if Iwere the only man in the world
you couldn’t get me. I’d hold out for a
harem.—Chicago Post.

The maximum age assigned to the
pineis said to be 700 years; to the red
beech, 245; to the oak, 510, and to, the
ash, 145 years.

 

T HE EVEN-'1 NG' o AzE'r-TE

FASHION’S FANCIFUL SWAY.
Odd Walsts Must Now Conform in [Tone
and Color to Skirts.

(By Special Arrangement with N. Y. Sun.)

The prettiest, most poetic evening
gown is made of tulle and crowned
with success by the most radiant smile,
It is made with three skirts in three
different colors, one each of pale green,
mauve. and pink in the softest, most
undecided shades, Which make a charm-
ing effect. The sleeves of all the

 

new evening dresses are either very
short or just long enough to reach the
elbow, and quite close to the arm, fin-
ished with a little frill. Other new
evening gowns are made of lace trim-
med with flounces, a very significant
fashion, since it portends the trim«
ming of all skirts and the downfall of
the pretty plain ones so much in favor
just at present.

 

Pretty evening dresses, too, are made
ofwhite silk muslin, in some simple
style, with broad sashes of ribbon for
the finish. White glare silk is also a
very popular material,-trimmed with
sequined embroidery or lace. White
moire velours is another fashionable
fabric for skirts, with chiffon waists
and sleeves. Matronly women wear
soft brocades, made with a short train.
but the skirt which just clears the
floor all around is the proper length
for young women. A black net even-
lng gown, over white silk and trimmed
with white applique lace, is very strik-
ing with the bodice well covered with
the applique, a band of it around the
bottom and belted around the waist
with pink ribbon. .

 

Odd waists may be counted by the
dozen in the average woman’s outfit,
and they are made of every grade or
material from gingham to brocaded
silk, but the latest advices from Paris
are decidedly against the waist which
is distinctly in contrast to the skirt
To be absolutely correct style it must
bear some little relationship to the rest
of the gown. For example, a black or
white chiffon bodice is the proper thing
with a black and white striped silk
skirt, and if a white chiffon bodice is
worn with a black satin skirt it should
have a wide corselet belt of jet, to es-
tablish a connecting link between the
black skirt and the white waist.

Something in Their Power.

“Wasn’t it dreadful to listen to the
whistling of the bullets 'in battle?”

“Oh, not so very. You see the
oullets never whistled any of the popu-
lar airs of the day.”—New York Sun.

The Dog W'as Dead.

,Magistrate (to complainant)-—“Your
dog was poisoned on the North side,
you say?”

Complainant—“Why, your honor, I
think he was poisoned all over.”—Chi—
cage Inter-Ocean.

Ell War Record.

Mrs. Farmer—You say you was a
soldier in the late war?

Truthful Tompkins—Yes’m;
killed at Antietam.

Mrs. Farmer—Killed?

Truthful Tomkins—Theo-retically
killed, ma’am; I wuz never heard uv
afterward.

I was

The Season Over.

Chollie (singing)—“Hew can I leave
thee?" ‘

Ethel (cold-ly)-—“The front door is
still doing business at the old stand.
Try that."—New York Herald.

 

TALK TO YbU‘R PETS.
That Will Help to‘ Make Them Friendly
and Intelligent,

The most important kindness we can
do any animal that lives with us or that
works for us is to talk to him. It is all
very well to give our pets proper food
and care, but it is not enough. If “man
doth not live by bread only,” the ani-
mal friends of man also have higher
requirements. They need companion-
ship; they need comradeship; they
need conversation. A team of horses
that work regularly together have their
way of talking with each other. A cat
and her kittens, 2. pair of prairie dogs,
or any other home pets which are for-
tunate in the companionship of their
own kind do not really need our inti-
macy, but they will never learn to love
us unless we take the trouble to be
agreeable to them, and they will never
be half so intelligent in understanding
what we expect them to do if we omit
to say clearly what we want, and if we
are unwilling to bear our part in a
friendly conversation.

You talk to your pets, of course,
and we have not supposed that you do
not. Was there ever a boy who would
not talk to his dog. The dog answers
you. He wags his tail, looks up into
your face, licks you hands, jumps about
you, and when, in his opinion, the con-
versation grows too exciting to be car-
ried on in an ordinary manner, he barks
as loud as he can to give fuller expres-
sion to his feelings.

Now, a boy may have a dog for a
pet, and some other member of the fam-
ily may have a canary. The boy con-
siders his dog the finest, cleverest fel-
low in the world. A canary he thinks
is a stupid little thing that cares for
nothing and is easily frightened. ' Let
him go? up gently to the canary and
talk to' it for a moment. The little
bird will cock its head first on one side.
then on the other, and will chirp a de-
lighted answer, ending very probably in
a burst of happy song. After a while
it will know that boy’s voice. and will
show the greatest joy whenever be en-
ters the room. He can soon teach the
little creature to come at his call, or to
take its favorite hemp seed or a meme;
of fruit from his fingers. If one p.175
no attention at all to an animal, it can
not be otherwise than stupid. We know
a sad story of a canary that had scrno
lous care, but was left con saintly alone.
Its cage hung where it coull not 1001-:
out of the window, and no amusemen.
of any sort was provided for it. The
poor little mite died of nothing in the.
world but solitary confinement.

A yet sadder story is told of a child.
A woman who was not her mother
simply fed and clothed a little girl.
Day after day she let the child crawl

around the room where she teck in'

washing for a living. Not only did she
neverpet her, she never even spoke to
her! Some good people noticed that
the little girl showed no intelligence
and could not talk. It was because she
had never been taught a single word.
The little girl is now bright and happy
with kind friends.

Not ofa Humorous Turn.

The train boy was passing along with
a stack of comic literature. The kind
faced gentleman looked interested and
the boy stopped.

“Haven’t you anything except funny
literature?” he asked.

“Not this trip,” was
“Don’t you like to laugh?”

“Very much indeed. But I’m afraid
my mind is of too practical a turn to de-
velop what you might call a delicate re-
sponsiveness of humor.”

“You want facts?”

“I’m afraid so. When I was a young
man and went courting the young lady
never ordered more dinner than I could
pay for; neither did she use the palpable
subterfuges to get me into the vicinity
of an ice cream parior. Although I was
not enjoying a large income, her father
never threatened to kick me down the
front doorstep, nor did he keep a bull-
dog where he would be likely to bite
me. My mother-in law is a most es-
timable lady, whose presence in our
household had always been a joy, and
never in my life have I been obliged. to

the answer.

get up in the night and walk thel‘loor‘

with a crying baby. These circum-
stances have had a tendency to make
me distrust the accuracy of humorists,
thereby, no doubt, materially lessening
my appreciation of their efforts.”

The train boy looked at him pityingly
and said:

“No. There ain't no use 0’ your tryin’
to laugh. Wait till we get to the next
station an’ I’ll get you a dictionary and
a pocket encyclopaadia.

In Poster Land.
In Poster Land the sky is black.
The trees are red, the grass is blue,
The people yellow, green and brown.
And everything is all askew.
Some call that art—do you?
: —Utica Morning Herald. _

 

 

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