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HomeMy WebLinkAboutExeter Advocate, 1901-3-7, Page 6LIViNO IN THE SUN. l)on't get mildewed Living in the shade, up anc1 dietuy ;ly• your own tears made; tiow is ceitain To some to every one, llut sweeten it and shorten it Ow 4lnli Don't get morbid Living in the gloom, When just outside There's a world in bloom, is a brief thing, 'Poo soon clone; Oh; lighten it and lengthen it 1.3y living in the sunl tiecepo.o.04.0.e,oeHeo.a.o.040.0.0* t I CORRECTED PREJUDICE, g 0 A. story Gir1aYoung Man and (0, a Railroad Dar. 0 0 .00040+0.0.0440.0.00040*0<) A. merry party was on the stetine plat- form When Mabel Rodman, her aemstull of roses., waved her adieus from the rear platform of the car. rile house paety was breaking up, and she wee, on her wily home11t had been El 10 oh Week, and her mind was still filled with the nearness of its delights. She eat back with her eyes upon the flying landscape, but her thoughts were eleewheee. Then site realized that somebody was standing in the aisle. She looked around. A tall young man with a frank smile was gazing down at her. He raised his hat. This is quite a pleasant surprise," he sai11. No it isn't," he laughlugly added. "Strange how we get in the habit of say- ing, these meaningless things. It's a great pleasure, of course, but it isn't a surprise. I knew you were going on this train." The roses and her handbag and the latest magazine were on the seat beside her, but Mabel did not offer to remove them. She answered his greeting in a well bred and dignified way, with no trace of special friendliness in her tone. Presently with a courteous phrase in. which he expressed the hope that he could help to brighten her journey he raised his hat and passed along, evident- ly ou his way to the smoking car. Mabel took up her magazine, but though her eyes were on the page her thoughts were on Arthur Blake. Ile was certainly fine looking and very well . bred, but these qualifications could not excuse his lack of ambition and his idle ways., Of course it was his misfortune rather than his fault. Rich inen's sons were usually handicapped in this way. And yet Mabel felt she could hardly for- give Arthur Blake. The fact is he was the only cloud on an otherwise perfect vista. The very first time she had met him he had showy his admiration so plainly that it was almost embarrassing. Probably nobody else had noticed it, but it was almost steange if they had failed to do so. It was true that he hadn't paid her any really marked attentions, but there was a different look in his eyes when he addressed her and a sof- tened modulation of his voice that told the story quite too plainly. She had left her Pittsburg home for a good time, and It irritated her to have this serious ele- ment intruding iteelf on her week of gay- ety. For Arthur Blake evidently was serious, as serious as such a frivolous fellow could be. That he was an idler she was quite sure. His time seemed to be entirely his own. And here he was now actually taking the very.train she had taken in order to be near her. She would show him that his tactics were not appreciated. She was not to be won in any such way. No doubt he had set his heart on her as he might on any elided toy that his rich papa could buy. his heart would be disappointed this thne, if be really had a heart. There was a great deal of mirror work along the sides of the car. There were strips of glass between the windows, and there were other strips below them, and Mabel, musing above her magazine, with its cover opened before her as a pretense, found that by looking in these strips at certain angles she could get a very fair view of a number of her fellow passen- gers along the other side of the aisle. And just as she made this discovery Arthur Blake returned. Ile came down the aisle and threw a hasty glance at her as he passed and then took a seat on the opposite side of the car a little back of Where Mabel sat, ' There was no doubt that he was a fine looking- fellow. Of course Alabel took good care that he shouldn't discover that she was watching him. Then she soon found out that although he had every opportunity to watch her he didn't avail hinaself of the chance as he tnight have done. On the contrary, he only threw two or three casual glances in her direc- tion as if to asstre himself that she was all right. Then he drew SOLTle letteus from his pocket and looked them through. , When he had finished them, he produced a memorandum book and made a num- . to the 'porter. A moment later he retire, cw1 with a pillow. The gentle old lady \vas only ill a doze and she opened her eyQS as Arthur proffered the easier rest- ing- Place. She smilingly aceepted it and let him place It 'carefully beneath her silvered head. And all this time Mabel had been watehing the yming .neen in the.telltale /1-612Tor• \Vas tide the Mier, the man of no sentiment, the selfish pleasure eeels- er? She felt her cheeke color Os she realized her lack of eharity, her stupid and unfounded prejudice. And yet he had idled, filld WaS he not on the car at this YerY uunuent on a silly love chase. A moment later when Arthur teamed ind caught her eye she was leokiug squarely at him. Ilo thought she had. never seemed so beautiful. The soft flush on her cheeks was wondeefully be- coming. In each heed she held a bunch of, ehe lovely rose:Wthat had lain beside her on the seat. ller gaze told hien she wanted him. He stepped ;to her ide. "Perhaps your friends would like theee, she said as she held up the Powers. Ile knew what she meant. "Of course they would," he cried in boyish pleasore. And then he added ii a tower tone as he reached down for the ieiseso"How very, very theughtful," Mabel reddeucd ;wain and looked away eau this tnue dal not follow his move- ments in the glass. He was back pre$ontly. " 1 ime wine both g h " etticl l "and send you their graterul acknowl- edgments." -.Mabel looked up and caught the eye of the iavalid youth, who smiled and nodded to her and held up the flowers, and she smiled and nodded back. And then she smiled ntel nodded to the clear old lady who had pressed her dear old face into the roses as if they brought back the sweetness of her happy youth. "I find I shall be in Pittsburg for sev- eral weeks," said Arthur. "A telegram has just reached me that somewhat changes my plans, or, rather, it prolongs them." "So you are ou a business trip?" said Mabel, with the slightest interrogative inflection. ° "Why, yes," Arthur laughingly an- swered. "Business, I fancy, of consider- able importance and requiring instant attention. I took this train in answer to O telegraph call from your city, and just now I received another naessage warning me that my presence is demanded -at a meeting of consolidated interests there this afternoon" He paused and watch- ed Mabel slowly clearing the roses from the seat beside her. "I am, afraid," he good deal of an idler. The fact is I have • A LECTURE 'F'OR MR. BOWSER. went on, "that you have thought me a the last ten days. Aly dear mother has as If her nerves were, 'ail racked to is it! Ilere's a sock that I bought new been suffering from. a recurring malady, and when she has these peculiar attacks she always insists that I must be within easy reaching distance. But she is so much better that I gained her consent to slipping back into the harness." Mabel hastily lifted her handbag from the seat. "Won't you sit down?" she asked in as indifferent a tone as she could assume. He accepted the invitation with a de- liehted alacrity. -"You are eery kind," he said, and his eyes were much more eloquent than his , tet. (10 BOWSER BOWSERED. HIS MOTHER-IN-LAW PAYS HIM A LlT- TL-E He Tries to Cut lip, as Usual, Uf Speedily Ditiel)Ver.s 'flint le Ulna Met Ms Mittenul nd Bents a Decid- edly pasty Retreat. I:Copyright, 1900, by C. 13. Lewis.] On his Way home the other evening Mr. Bowser had hie feet stepped on, bie bet knocked off and his ribs poked by umbrellas, and by the time he reeched home be was ready for a row. To ad fuelwto „his feelings les found that his mother-in-law had arrivedtwo houre before and was cornfortably installed at the head of affairs, while Airs. Bow- ser had gone to bed with a headache. Formal greetings he'd scarcely been. ex- changed when he said: "What's all this twaddle about head- ache? When I left the house this merning, Airs. BoWser etles as.chirp as a cricket. Alighty funny 'that a head- ache should flop her into bed all at once." "There's nothing funny about it," promptly replied the mother "She had a nervous headache, and I told her to go to bed. She`looles.to tne UI), and I shall dr) it!" she sternly re- plied. Then followed a powenful silence, broken at last by his going down to the cellar to nail a board 013 the coal bin. Ile had just started to drive a nail When the mother-in-law appeared on the stairs and said: "1)1011 that hammer like a hot potato! Don't you know that every blow goes through your poor wife's head with a bane;? You're !got about as much hea4 in you as a rhinoceros." "Woman, how ,Clare you talk to me Like that!" he shouted grew his face rew White as Pour. "Don't call me 'W001110' and yell out that way!" she replied. "No bulldozer ran scare me a cent's worth. If you want something to do, go up and sit witn your wite while wash ni3 the , a dishes." Mi, Bowser sullied for a few ruinutes and then walked up stairs. Finding Airs. Bowser asleep, he thought it \vould be a good thing to ovenhaul bus dresser. Re had scarcely ,pulled out one et the drawers \viten be discovered a sock with a hole in the heel. Indig aation overeame him on the instant and he dourished tbe sock on high and exclaimed: "So this is the way my house is run eeeteekaliej,tesee-a-e- essel en ennesnes _wee •:',Weeetweeelneeeeno.--------ie, 5 ber of figures. And Mabel noticed that his face wore quite n different expression while these business transactions were under way. After he put aside his memorandum book he sat still for a mo- ment, and his brow was knit as if in deep thought over some abstruse problem.. And Alabel, covertly watching him in the mirror, felt that this ems an. Arthur Blake whom she had never tnet. Then his Cace lightened up, and he glanced along -the 01510. Half way up the eat' a young man, several years Arthnr's jimior, occupied a seat. Ile was a pale and cadaveroue youth with a look of deep melancholy on his troubled face. Arthur walked ap tbe aisle and paused by this passenger, and Mabel sew hi $ lips move. The inenlid, for such tho youth enlist be, lhoked up with a SerreWrIli, Stil- ler' expression and briefly hodded. 'Then Article spoke Again, leaning upon the seat and suiilingly regarding the young man. This time the youth minle some retgly and Arthur laughed Merrily. The invalid responded with a slightly frosty smile, arid then Arthur slipped into the „seat beside him. In five triinutee they were chatting like old friends. When Arthur arose to leave, the invelid hastily Fut out his heed and Arthur shook it seemly. As he paesed cloWiw the aisle the tired eyeenof the pale youth followed lithe with a softeried and eeistful gaze. l'he portew bad -met Arthur and hand- ed him a yellow envelope. Ile turned its he tore it (Men and JI '(10 at the IneSsage,p/A then Walked elowly bacle. There was an old lady, a ver,e neat arid i'erY white old 1)1' --0110 of fano and heir and neck 1)0)1-1.Wit nearly op, posite Mabel, and this sweet old lady had fallen asleep. Aithur patieed and look - ad at her. Thea 113 went back and snake been taking an enforced vacation during — wotcls. "Did I understand you to say," Mabel rev:lathed in her blandest manner, that you would remain in Pittsburg for eev- eral weeks?" "Yes," he finswered. "For three weeks at least." "Then," murmured Mabel, '`I should be pleased to have you call." "Thanls you he quickly said. An au- dacious gleam bot from his eyes. "'May I call this evening?" Mabel hesitated. Then she looked up and nodded, and the rorv flush dernened on her rounded cheeke. r rant Louis XIV to Disraeli. In lS53 a French officer of my ac- quaintance, Count Charles de Sommer- ftrd, was dining at a table where he found himself seated near a very aged lady, who remarked casually, "My hus- band once said to Louis XIV." My friend thought the old lady must be in- sane, but Was told that she was the Ducbesse de Richelieu, widow of the fa- mous Armand du Plessis, due de Riche- lieu. and marshal of France, the captor of Port Mahon, who died in 17SS. The due married his third wife in 1784, when he was 88 years old, his loride being 18 years old. She died, I believe, in 1855. 'rhis was a substantial UM:between the second empire and the reign of the "Grand Alonarque," or hetwe0T1 the reign of Queen Victoria and that of William of Orange, for the Duc de Richelieu was born in 1 696. The Due de Richelieu knew the great Duke of 'elarlborough, and his t.hircl wife was wellweequabeted with' the Duke of Wellington. The due knew nobert Harley, earl of,Oxford, and was intimate with Bolingbroke., His wid- ow knew Mr. Disraelipossibly Mr. Glad- stone and almost uly Lord Gran- ville, who was an a e of the British embassy in Paris in 1836. pieces, and sbe ought to go home with two weeks agO and never had on my me for a year." foot, and yet some one has worn a bole "That's all nonsense. Her nerves are in the heel!" all right—as right as mine. She's prob- "Is—is it you?" asked Mrs. Bowser, ably been sloshing around in the rain as she woke up. and got her feet wet, and if so she will "Yes; it is me, and what about this get no pity from me." seek? Look at it! Behold this' spec', "You are not asked nor expected to men of wifely interest In her husband's pity her, sir, and if you want any din- welfare! Is it any wonder"-- ner you'd better eat it now. I found Tim Mother-in-law appeared at that the -cook very lazy and impudent and moment, and, pointing to the stairs, trying -to run things to suit herself, and she said: therefore I discharged her. I've man- tl"You and your sock get out of this aged to cook a little soinethiug myself, as fast as you can however. Mr. Bowser got. Something in her "You—you discharged the cook at an he feared—some element of mastery— hour's notice!" he exclaimed, with but as they returned to the sitting flushed face. room he ,shook off the feeling and Mr:Bowser sat down to the table, hoarsely whispered: - with his gorge in histhroat. The "There is a train at 10 o'clock in the mother-in-law bad thrown down the morning! You can go by that!" gauntlet, and he had.picked it up. "If I do, it'll be as a corpse!" she "It is a picked , up dinner," she ex-' grimly replied. "Sit down there! Now, plaineti as she brought it from the then, I want to tell you a few things. kitchen. "This is one of my Irish, You are a bulldozing husband, and it stews, and rknow you'll like it" - , would do you good to be hit across the "A stew for dinner!" he gasped as his neck with a crowbar. You think you eyea began to roll. - know it all. and you are bound to have His Aeeent Won Them. When the Marquis of Lansdowne was governor general of Canada, he was called ou to make a speech to some French Canadians. With all its loyalty to the English etinnection, this little bit of transported France adheres very rigidly to many things French and espechilly to the purity of the,E'rench tongue—at least as it was spoken in the eighteenth cen- turyreW viceroys have ever ventured aecordingly to leave the safe, security of the English tongue, and it wee with some trepidation that 1110 French-Canadians heard that Lord Litnsdowne was going to donee]; a speech to them in their own language. But Ise had scarcely tittered the word "messieure" when the whOle audienee burst inM cheers. They recog- nized at once the 'accent of the true French tongue, the accent only pos.silple to -a man of French blood, and one who had snoken French as his mother tongue. The Siiin and the Lunge. "That the akin is intimately connect- ed with the lungs is proved' by the fact that our minor ills of the respira- tory tracts -colds, for Instance—are 'al- mest always traceable to a checking of the perspiration, so that the impuri- ties of the blood poison ea," says Har- vey Sutherland,' in Aiuslee's.' "Every- body knows the story about the little boy, that was covered with gold leaf as a cherub for some Roman pomp and how he died in agony a few hours afterward. The poisons manufactured by his OlVa organisme -slew him, to say nothing of his suffocation. Burns lavolving more than one-third of the general sma'ace are fatal because the excretory powers of the'skiu are less- ened beyond the abilities of the other deputattory organs to make up for. 'Varnish an animal and' it will die in from six to twelve hours, say some authoritlea. This incoutrovertible fact is matched by another equally incontro- vertible—that nobody ever heard of any case of tarring and feathering that killed the victim. He might have had all kinds a trouble in getting the stuff off, and he might have felt a shock to his pride, but he didn't die that any- body °Mel' heard of. 1 never assisted at a ceremouy of this kind at „either end of the joke, and so 1 can't speak as to the conipleteness with Which' the body Is tbovered with the tar, but from nay general knowledge of the character of the people of the west and south- west, *here Where such sports are 'freelyin- dulged in, 1 should saY that it would most likely be a thorough and conapre- bansive 'pigmentation. It may be that the man breathes through the quills of the feathers stuck ,ou, but I doubt it. I should think tar would seal up the pores of theskin quite as effectually as varnish. and it is a paint warranted to wear in all weathers and not to crack or scale off." "Certainly, and not much besides hut your way over everybodyNo other if it's good enough for 100 its good woman in this world except your wife -enough for you., I've heard about your would live with you two hours, and finding fault with your dinners, but she a fool for doing it You never you canaeitheragat this or let it alone. When a man gets the idea that a house: Is run for his benefit only, it's time he was brought to book." Mr. Bowser meant to jump up and ! pound on the table and declare that he was master of tiis awn house and wouldn't eat Irish stew for dinner if he starved to death; but, to his intense surprise, he not only clung to his chair, , A Dreamt That Haro Vanished. There was once a glor•ified proclect of real eggs, fresh cream, sugar and nutmeg, laid tenderly end lovingly on a crisp, Paley crust of pastry. It WAS an inspiration of New Englend geniue—e epiritualizecl re- sult that inede one disbelieve that erlide tiaatter had anything to do with it. leer lack of a better name our forefathers call- ed it custard, pie. It was a dream. People who have eaten or sat upon the modern Custard pie, throeve together by some hired girl witliolit genius, affeetion nr inapiration, have little idea of the mag- nificent fruit' of the old brick oven in whieli our ancta!!tori! reVeled end became 1"1,. but actually found himself eating the stew. There was something in the icy glare of the woman that had a re- straining influence On his impetuosity. The coffee was weak and the potatoes underdone, and he had opened hiS Mouth to declare that he wouldn't ask a hog to sit down to such a meal, when, the mother-in-law fastened her eyes On hirn and said: , "You just keep quiet and be thankful for what you've got. I've known hus- bands to make a dinner on raw tur- nips!" The pudding was flavored with vanil- la, and had Mrs. Bowser been there Mr. Bowser would have made her heart ache for a month, but those icy eyes check.ed his outbreak and even compelled him to eat rather generous- ly. It was only when dinner was fin- ished and they had returned to the sit- ting room that tie determined to shake MT the incubus and assertlila kiade. pendenee. "I tbink I'll go over to the club for two or three ,hours this evening," he ob- served as be toyed with the Cat. "You'll do nothing of the kind!" re- plied the mother-in-law as she wheeled on him. "You'll sit right here and see t' a doctor is wanted or If there are 5-65' errands to be done The Idea of your tooling around a elub when your evife IS'almost too sicic to .speal;l If you had n soft cora on your toe the whole house would have to hover over you." Mr. Bowser choked and strangled in his indignetion, and thn cit grinned mid said to herself- that things would break loose pretty soon. "And I've heard," c.outinuecl the wo. mg 0 as bey teeth clicked together, "that you play poker at tho club and soreetiteleS ae mecii as $10 of an evening. I wish you `wore in hueband for about an hone! You'd never Play poker more than once." "Dkl yeti corne Mit here to Insult. and abuse me?" demanded Me, BoWser, witla a fleet) of ociet)einderiee. "I cattle' outisere' to stetightete things The Kiss That alade Him Mad. A Boston man, in speaking of certain foreign characteristics, told the follow- I, ung story: ',A middle aged Ansericaa couple traveling abroad some_ years , ago called in Rome on a sculptor with I wlion3 they :sad been acquainted yeafse before. The visit passed off Pleasant. ly, but at its close the host gallautly, but none the less to her surprise and chagrin, kissed the lady as he said goodby. The sculptor was an elderly man, but nevertheless it was a liberty, and she W39 not astonished to hear her husband ejaculate: Why, I never heard of such cheek! I've a good mind to go back and tell him what I think of him!' "rafter two or three remarks of a similar tenor, in which the note of an- ger WilS rising, the wife decided to pour oil on the troubled waters and so, laying her hand on his arm, said: 'I know, dearhe shouldn't have kissed me, but what does It really matter? Whatdoesa kiss count in a woman of my years? He is a very old man, and probably he was following the fashion of the country.' Her husband turned an astonished face. 'Of course I don't mind his kiss- ing you,' be raged, 'but,' and his voice rose, It's his having kissed me that has hurt my feelings': "The sculptor had followed the Ital- ian custom and kissed both wife an;.1 TI -IE MODE. suggestions For ,Attenetiee Costumes ter Denuiteilet. The medial collar is an attractive addi, tion to a half low evening bodice. Very high and flaring at the back, it gradually lessene tolvmd the front and passee doWn in a point at each sale, $uch.collars are embroidered or covered with ruchea and millings of Itace or gauze. Separate bodices for ,l -0111' nre of every conceivable variety, and, as they come home ex!e°PnitPto kick about some- , TRE lirIriCT TEM flt0117Ers thing, and if I was your wife I'd scald you. You talk about waste and ex- travagance, and yet you'd buy sand for sugar if left alone. You 'boas and browbeat and roar and bellow, butbn a week I'll have ypu 58 bumble as a cat. It's all in the right woman getting hold of you," "And you'll stay a week!" groaned Mr. Bowser, , "Four of them!" she replied. 'And work a remark.able change in you or know!the reason why. It won't do you a mite of good to roll your eyes, chank your teeth and crack' your toes. You've got to cuddle right down like a barrel Of molasses. Don't go up stairs again till bedthne, and if there's any more roves over your socks you'll go barefoot in your shoes the rest of the • evinter!" She went to the kitchen to finish the dishes, and the eat crept over to Mi.. Bowser and rubbed against his leg and purred in 3y1131)111liy. The 100p3 seemed to stifle 11 110, and he got hp and walleed softly down the hall and out on the step, followed by t,he cat, and they at doeen sine by Side on the step and gazed into vacaney. A iraMp baited at the gate and aslee.ci for a loan of a thine to get victuals for his vitals but \Jr BONVii.er and the eat gazed 00,--gaeed at 30 81 and realiesel that the end of the world wile cloSe' et M. Qu AD. - Not the Dans Viol Man's Fault. A capital story relating to good old times is still told in the Fen district "of the eastern counties. As is well known by many and even now remem- bered by some, a bass viol was often procured to help the choirs In parish churches. One lovely Sunday morning in the summerwhilethe parson was droning out his drowsy discourse and had about reached the middle a big bull managed to escape from his pasture and march- ed majestically down the road, `bellow- ing defiantly as be came. The parson, who was somewhat deaf, heard the bull bellow, but, mistaking the origin of the sound, gravely glanced toward the singers' seats and baid:Iin tones of rebroof: / "I would thank Abe. musicians not to tune up during ser -4e time. It annoys me very Much." As may, well be imagined, the choir looked greatly surprised, but said noth- ing Very S0013, however, the belligerent bull gave another bellow, and then the aggrieved parson became desperately Indignant, A alloanttilin Aeeleletit. A serious seeming accident with a fortunate termination is reported by a western exchange. A roan and his wife, vvbile driving along a mountain road in Oregon, met with a curious mishap. ' The. wagon was overturned, and the ocenpants fell out. The woman dropped into the branches of a tree 50 feet below, and the man went sliding and bumping fully 300 feet to the bottom of a ravine. When he recovered his senses, be was eomparatively unhurt and went to his wife's rescue, tett it was an hour be. fore he could extricate her from where she hung by her skirts. MOUSSELINE nowN. require only a small amount of material, It is often possible to ,secure reranants of fine goods at a baegain and so have a rich appearing corsage at comparatively, small cost Embroidered amazes are marvelously beautiful, and thre are new transparent crapes and veilings which are WON) over tinted satins and adorned with insertion and wide ribbons. A picture is given of a costume of white mousseline de soie with large dots. The skirt is edged with a fine ruche of plain white mousseline de soie and has three puffings of the plain mousseline. , The blouse bodice is mounted on a guipure yoke with a high guipure collar and is trimmed with narrow outlines, which dis- appear under the fullness in front. The sleeves have three narrow pufifings encir- cling the arm and cuffs of guipure. A white satin belt is worn, with loops and long, fringed enda at the bieck. Junto Cudataar. 1 hseutnhdrfteeyk'wPSilleshielo.nnoldleen'IrPcooliiiiie,nale1091rt.1—:r;hore did 10 Phil Adolphy (whose family had only recently 13100e4, to Chleagol---They ca tee the east. Sunday School Teacher—And why \yore they called "wise rnen?" Adelphy—Because, nerl'am they wont hael ayila "I 'have tiotieed," snit] thc socled .1):.1.oplier, "that people who gossip about !heir oeightiors (ire the, people who are .Covnys fvettIng because they Imagine acy lieltegt)I(s01 rebeut' be th,o), , . . IR SafElr to MArt'y n ,thrifty woronn eoth only 111 cet.Its thau. it Is to 'see( ., (1111 .belle with $15000. Gal veetOti AFTERNOON RECEPTIONS. Attire Suitable to Be Worn Upon .Such Occasions. The costumes worn for afternoon re- ceptions are, of course, less rich and striking than those intended for evening occasions but are nevertheless often very elaborate. It is possible, however, for a woman of moderate means to make the same gown answer for both day and evening if she has an underwaist with a PFAU DE SOTE GOWNi high yoke and sleeves of Miffed gauze, sa1 in. embroidery or some ether .fabeic Wllieh may properly accompany and fill oat her sleeveless, 10W cut evening bod- ice. -- The picture slio‘vs a costume of peau de :sole. sldrt is plain geld a little long at the back. "the bodice is a very slight, plain blouse and is open. in frOnt over a vest of finely plaited crepe de chine, Each side of the front of the blouse is bordered Nvith pompadour silk, and, goldcor,(.1s are fastened across bY length le sevee of peau de sole with large straight, plaited basque, 'There are half gold buttons. Al the "bacl is a little, entre of ponspadotir silk adoened ivitil gold eoedS and buitens and beneath theee are- In, tight sleeves of ponmacloar silk. extending upon the hand. The wirhr bolt of gold riblOon ie fastened 130 bee, hie. The collar is of pompadour sine the cravat of white tulle. The fiat Ol draped Silk is trimmed 'With a drApeey ot tulle, a bosv and buckle and antamIl f.co jurao ClioLLP1a if rt.! 3,