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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1892-10-27, Page 3I 171, Wanted -A Illusband. The year is fast. advancing, My chances slippthg by; And yet I tun unmarried, And. this thoreasoa why: rvo always been too modest, I've dressed ell out of etyle, cannot don suspenders, or train my shirt a utile. do not like the women Whose skirts the street must sweep, Or else compel the wearers Their hands behind to keep, And in a fast ion ugly, Their skirts aside to dam .And show I.hoir ankles great °small .And let the men ha! ha Foe I'm a little maiden Whose age 1 will not toll, 'You neverwould believe me, And so I may as woll .Adopt the whim of women, Which men all know, Twee's. .And (Clarice you then belioving That I am " sweet sixteen." I'm fond of fun and mischief, I'm gond a reading, too, I love to cook, to sing and play, To sow and mend and do The things our dear old mothers did When they were young and gay; I'm serious, jolly, tender, true, And constant as tho day. My oyes are like the summer skies, My hair of golden Imo, That curls a.boutmy brow; My size just five Seat two ; My form plump, round and trim ; My Purse 3 Ah,'twill not do To tell its size or its contents, Lest it might influence you. But ho who for my hand would ask, Must have an income fair, A cheerful heart, a cultured mind, And must not dye his hair; Ile must with money generous be, And fond of home and company, If such a one these lines should meet, Then please address MISS BESSIE SWEET. -.Detroit Free Press. Pussy's Queer Mitten. s Once a tiny little rabbit strayed from home away, Tar from woodland haunts she wandered, little rabbit gray. Our old Tabby -cat, while sitting by the kitchen door, 'Thought she saw her long -lost kitten, home re- turned onco more Garr) a pounce, and quickly caught it .with happy mew, Bre the frightsned little wanderer quite knew what to do. Gently Tabby brought her treasure to the old doom at, Purred and rubbed and licked and smoothed -motherly old cat. But what puzzled pussy, truly, and aroused her fears, Was the length to which had grown her kitty's once small oars; Most amazing, most alarming, was that sight to her ; Green and round her eyes were swelling, stiff and straight her fur. " Poor, weak kitty, what a pity you're de- formed," thought she; -"Surely this has somehow happened since you went from me ; But you're woloanse home, my kitten ; mother's love is strong - Though I will confess, I wish your ears were not so long !" So the tiny little rabbit grew contented quite. .And, my children, I can I ell you Was a pi etty sight When nice old Tabby and her rabbit -kitty gray. Would frolic in the sunshine and so merrily would play, And when by and by it happened that some wee, new kittens came, Dear old mother -cat, she loved herrabbit-kitten just the same. But she's never yet discovered, spite of all her doubts and fears, "{Mit happened that one kitty had such extra lengthy ears. emcee and Nephew. Six cents for dinner is enough For any mat that's brainy, Two coots for mush. two cents for milk, Two cents for miscellsny. Four cents for breakfast. four for tea, Was all a fellow needed ; 'Twee alt .Tack wanted and no man Nods any more than he did. "Besides," said Jack, "men spend for clothes And such extravagances, Good IU9Dey that; shuurd never be Spent on sach foolish fanoies. An old meal bag for pantaloons, A bedtick for a jacket, And for suspenders a good rope Will quite stand any racket. s' I live on seventy cents a weeks Go visiting on Sunday, And, if they feed me pretty full,. have enough for 11Isnday. So fifty dollars in tho year Is all I spend for living, Hotpot my money in the bank And render up thanksgiving." jack died and loft his nephew Bil Nine hundred thousand dollars, And Bill he spent a thousand quick For neckties and for sonars. He rained his money right and left On horses, Maude, and Jenny, And one Tear from his unclo'e death Hy wasn't worth a pennss In Town. They hadno "parting. in the wood," No "meetings in the Hawthorne lane," "Beside the sea" they never stood, Nor "watched tho sunset after ram.' Thcir pathway was the busy street, Their trysting place the office chair, Yet well I know joy more complete Did never visit mortal pair. And why should rustic love alone Be decked with all poetic art? Th se dull, gr ty city walls hare known The beating of a nation's heart. The weary workers eome and go; The secret of each soul is dumb; Yet still at times a radiant glow Across their wayworn lives may COMO. And. them my happy loa.ors, knew Hard toil small wage, and scanty faro; The skies they saw were ever blue, Batlove made gladness everywhere. His step -upon tho °Slice floor Was sweet to hear as thrush's song; Her face that passed the open door For him made sunshine all day long. -London Pigaro. " A Itles Vie Took." A kiss he look and a backward look And her heart grew suddenly lighter; A trifle, you say, to oolor a day ; Yet tho duli g ay morn seemed brighter. For hearts aro such that a tender touch May banish look or e d nese ; A small, slight thing can make US sing, Mut a frown will Chock our gladness. The cheeriest ray along our way Is the little act of kindness, , And the keenest sting some careless thing That WA s done in a moment of blindness, We can bravely face lite in a home where strife No foothold can discover, And be lovers still, if we only will, Though youth's bright days are over. Ab, sharp as swords get the unkind words That aro far beyond recalling. When a face lies hid Swath a collin.lid, Assad bitter tears are falling, Wo fain would give half the lives we live To undo our idle seorning 'Then lot us notroiss the smile and kiss . When we part in the light of the morning. To Tell a Gelid How can 1 tell her? By her collar, Cleanly shelves awl Whitened avail% can guess her By her dresser, 33y tho back streircneo and halls; And with pleasure Telco her measure By the way she keeps her brooms. Or the peepieg At the "keeping " ()Cher back and, unseen rooms. By her kitchen's air of neatness, And it general completeness Where in cleanlinose and sweetness The Mao of order bloorrits Munn trig it IICACe• A little tear arid a little smile Set out to run a race; We watched them okeiely all the while, . Thole course was baby% bum. The little tom' he got the stare, Wo really feared he'd win; HO ran Po fast, and made a dart Straight for her diinplod Chin. Brit scanehoW-it wag very' queer. We 'watched them ali the while— The little, shiniere fretted teat enot beaten be the smile. LOVE IN CHICAGO. - A Story Showing the Danger of Proposing in a Foreign Language, IT might be interesting to consider white fateful power it is that seizes two individuals born at opposite ends of the mean and hurries them along through varied scenes and viciasitudes, CMOil ignorant of the other's existence, bringing them together, sometimes in love and friendship, sometimes in enmity and deadly hatred. These philosophic thoughts were sug- gested a few days ago as we doubled the northwest corner of a street in the great kaleidoseopic city of Chicago. On that northwest corner was a fruit -stand. That fruitnitand had withstood many a change in Chicago's governing powers. Boodle aldermanic bodies had succeeded eaoh other, police chiefs had come and gone and were forgotten, mayor followed mayor, yet there it edema, serene amid the warring elements of municipal and State elections and other such tempests in tea -kettles. One earringed foreigner after another. braving the sun and storm, raked in the nickels, doled out the bananas and re- turned to his native land wealthy a,nd independent. Truly it might be said of the apple stand: Ib shall still stand in the undiminished splendor of its bananas when some traveller from St. Louis shall stand on a broken arch tie Clerk street litidge to Fillet* the ruine of tele 'county building.'" By that stand,prealding over its destinies, was a black -haired, black-eyed, black -eye - brewed, olive -complexioned daughter of Greece. By that stand and gazing into those dangerous Greek optics was a atal- wart form, with red hair, blue eyes, blue coat, brass buttons, silver star on breast and a tessellated hickory under his arm. He looked good natured and honest and wore a well educated blond mustache. There was one defect in his physique—he was so round shouldered as to be almost humpbacked. His name was Michael O'Callaghan, or, as he himself puts it, "Officer Michael O'Callaghan." There they stand, the one for aught we know a lineal descendant of Leonidas, if that worthy had ventured into matrimony before he ventured into Thermopylie, and the other—it goes without saying—a descendant of somebody equally ancient and illustrious. Yes, there they stand— from Ireland and from Greece—making love to each other on the curbstones of a busy street in Chicago. Oh, Love, they say you rule the court, the camp, the grove; you do budeed, and you rule the curbstones, the apple stands and the police force of the city of Chicago. How Mr. Michael O'Callaghan had ever succeeded in making love to the fair Zoe —for that was the name of this Pythoness of the apple stand—the boy Eros himself only can tell, for Zoe's vocabulary in English was limited to such trade terms as ' tw fo' fife," " three fo' fife," and Michel's knowlege of modern Greek was, if anything, more limited. Love laughs at locksmiths but the little rascal in this case seemed equally to laugh at languages, and the Tower of 13abel had no more penalcon- sequences for him than if it never rained its defiant bead to an offended heaven. The officers "beat" embraced the locality on which stood the apple stand, and surely no policeman ever travelled his cbstriet so rapidly as he did. Ever and anon his bright star flashing coruscations of light, and his eyes, blue as his native akies, when it is not raining there flashing coruscations of love, would round the northwest corner and approach the apple stand. "How much ?" he would say, holding an apple which Zoe had burnished then morn- ing with a greasy rag, while the Volapuk language of love would say more truly than ever Byron said ib; Zoe rime sas agape. and Zoe would answer with a smile and a not unmusical vcdue : " Two fo' fife." Then they would rummage amid the fruit, their hands would meet, a little surrepti- tious squeeze of the fingers would follow. and then this stalwart suppressor of Anarchists would march along, twirling his club, lowly whistling " The Girl I Left Behind Me," and dreaming dreams no " copper " ever dared to droam before. These day dreams generally took the shape of a flat on the west side, with Zoe its miatress and a little Grwoo-Irish O'Calla- ghan crowing and kicking up his heels on the floor. Several times each day that unspoken comedy of love was performed. Day after day Michael boldly gazed into those dark Grecian eyes'and Zoe stole bashful glances into the Irish blue ones, and the surrep- titious finger equeeziug WAN perpeti•ated, but never a word was !Token save : " How much?" "Two fo' fife." The time had now come when 'language was a necessity, and towards this desider- atum our Lothario in blue, as he marched through tho crowded streets, bent all the energies of his thinking powers. Many methode rapidly suggested themselves to his fervid imagination and were as rapidly rejected, and many a Smile played over his broad face as he saw the "bull" in some of those suggestions. One dey while immersed in deep thought he was suddenly aroused by a commotion ieauing from a crowd of small boys in an alleyway. It was only a fight between two street arabs The others had formed 5 ring, and various words of encouragement were offered by the young speotatoes to the chempions in the ring. At another time, Michael, who had only recently been a boy himself, would have -paesed this matter by, but now be jelt that he wan prospectively the head of a family and then he would not tolerate such things. On tiptoe he approached the 150013 0 of the combat,. As Michael approached he heard some one in the crowd scream,. " Look out there, Jim ; he's got a knife" The boys, ranging in every degree of d irtee facednees and tatterodneas, were too intent on the struggle to notice the officer, who reached the outer edge of the crowd unseen. One of the boy combatants, with ewarthy face, scowling brow and a recently acquired black eye, atood at ouo side of the ring like a hunted animal at bay, with his handa behind his back and concealed under his coetrtall, while tho other urchin, small and wiry -looking, with Ms libtle handa clinched and his eyes blating, etood like an infantile gladiator ready to spriog on his antagonist and dare the worst, knife end all. , In a moment the policeman had each of them by the collar. In another itstant he pulled thehand of the ecearthy boy from Underneath his coat-tail and .wrenched from it a murdereus-looking knife. At the officteree approach the crowd of boys broke end scampered like rate on the appearance of the feline enemy, and while he was wreating the knife from the evearthy lmy his lete antagroxisit took advantage) of the opeortunity ne regale hie liberty, so that officer and captive were left alone in tibe alleyway. The instate* to the teeniest was 1101/ far) and the officer thought he would walk there inatead of ealliug the patrol, Little wales, — — late spectateof the combat, peeked from dteerWays and alleyways like rats at the mouth of their holes, and small knees of people followed them for a ahort dietaries) and then dropped off, " Who gave you the black eye ?" aid the officerglooking &ma from his six feet on the diminutive little man walking by his aidi‘ef.He giv'er ter ine," anewered the child, with a scowl that belonged to more mature years. "And you oarne near killing him, and then you'd be leung." " I'll give it ter 'em sit," hissed the boy through his clinched teeth. See're Eyetalian, ain't ye?" queried the officer. " Nos ; 1 W118 horned in Greece.' "Ye're a Greek, are ye?" hall soliloquized Mr. O'Callaghan, and immediately a secret sympathy eprung up in the mind of the ceptor for his captive, Half dozen thoughts now jostled each other through the officer's mind. His prospective paternity memo upon him again; once more he saw the Grieco - Irish scion of the O'Callaghan kicking his infantile heels in midair, and he softened towards Zoo's compatriot. A thought came—he might be a brother of Zoe's—and this thought was voiced by the queetion, " What's your name, my boyV' " Petrels ; they calls me Pete for short." " What's ger other name?" " Zarouski." That point was settled. Was not Zoe rouski Zoe' s name? They had almost reached the statioli when the officer sud- denly turned around, saying to the boy, "Cone along," and walking a few squares led his captive to his awn lodging. Here he locked the door, and 'mining the poor little urchin who thought he seem ping to be tortured to death, in a seat oppalte him, opened the ball thus, " Pete, do ye know whet they'll do to ye there ?" jerking his thumb in the direction of the police cout. "Nos," replied the lad, his short, bare legs hanging down from the chair and six inches from the floor, while dismay was written on the face staring at his inter- looutor. "They'll send ye to the reform school, where you'll have to work every day—on the treadmill—get nothin' t' eat, and be flogged every night." The officer winced at his own want of veracity, while the poor little fellow dropped his head on his breeet in deeper. "You ain't a bad kid, are ye, Pete?" asked the officer. "1 ain't when I'ze left alone. Pze bad when I'ze maddened," added the boy, can- did1 P "Pete, I've took a likin' to ye, Pete," says the officer, "and if ye promise not to cut than boy that blacked yer eye when ye meet 'im I'll be per friend, and ye won't go to the reform echool." Peter didn't answer; it was not every day that people took a liking to him. He clutched his old rag of a hat tighter in his little swarthy hands and the tears stood in his eyes. "Now, will you promise not to cut that boy r queried the officer, with an assump- tion of that tone he had seen the Police Justice assume towards culprits. Still the child—ohild-man rather—did not speak. He was doing his best to control the rising tears. He was afraid he would blubber out, and that, according to his code, would be unmanly. " Well, queried the officer. " do ye promise ?" The boy nodded his head, with the mass of black, unkempt hair on it, as a sign in the affitusetive, and with a quick movement of his hand across his eyes man- aged to intercept; a tear that in spite of his efforts escaped his eyelids. The officer saw and was satisfied; then addressing himself to the child as if he were a full-grown man, and cheerily rubbing his eyes, he said: "Now, Pete, me boy, we'll have some dinner, you and me." Very soon they were on the best of terms, and Pete would have gladly laid down his life for his new friend. He told O'Callaghan his little history. But what interested the officer most was that Pete knew Zoe. "Yes, I knows Zoe,' said the little fel- low, swelling with delight. " Zoe's out on'y a little—mebbe two months.; her old fadder, he bought that sten' off a Italian feller, and Zoe she runs it all her own self, she does." The officer had early in their acquaint- ance determined to .make use of Pete in declaring his love for Zoe, so that his friondehip had a selfish motive, and was not all so disinterested as was Pete's for him ; so he took the little fellow entirely into his confidence, and the latter was as delighted at being able to do his great friend a favor as was the little mouse in the fable when it was given an opportunity to gnaw the meshes of the net that held entangled its great benefactor the lion. Perhaps the simile is a bed one in this case, as Pete was helping to entangle his friend in the meshes of a net rather than to die - entangle him. The officer well knew that in the course he had determined on there were many dif- ficulties to be overcome ; he recognized the fact (like another great man of recent times) that it was a condition, not a theory, that confronted him, and, taking a heroic resolve, determined to learn Greek—that is, he determined to learn enough Greek to pop the question in it, and Pete should be his teacher. It did not need mAny words, he soliloquized one short sentence, and towards the production of this one great sentence our hero turned the full force of his great intellect, after covering with a short stub of a pencil quires of foolscap paper— why foolscap rather than any other kind of cap is not stated—he selected the following, more in despair of being able to do any better than on account of its perfectfun LORI • " Zoe, I love you. Do you love me in re- turn?' This was no slouch of a sentence, our lovesick hero thought, as he surveyed it vvith his head first on one side and then on the other, and the author of this veracious history is inclined to agree with him and earnestly recommends it to young gentle- men in similar situations. Pete could put this gem of a sentence into pretty fair Greek, all bub the words "in return," what did that mean? he asked, and our hero replied, " Why, to love me iu return means to love me back." Accordingly the sentence as Pete understood it read : "Zoe, I love you. Do you love me back ?" Now Pete was a precocious child, and very bright in those things in which he had had experience, but a little knowledge of philology would have taught him there was such a thing as idiom in all languages and that literal translation often. givee a differ- ent and sometimes ludicrous meaning. Bob what he lacked in knowledge Was made up in enthusiasm for his friend. He translated boldly like the reformation translators, and like them arrived at similar results. Ho knew no distinction between a noun and an adverb ; so accordingly the adverb "back he translated into the Greek noun "ten platen," which is a toll°. quiet and someWbet slangy Greek word meaning a "Ototilted back," Pete instead of the personal pronoun "me," used the poariestinee Adjective "my " ; so that the sentencerellinionelY Ronimitted to Mentery by Michael, instead of being "Zoo, I love you,; do you love in return 1" read : "Zoe, I love you ; do you love my crooked back ?" At length the fateful sentence was learned; and one bright morning in Man Officer O'Callaghan, In his newest uniform, with two rows of bettors buttons meandering down his broad breast, his tasselled hickory under his Arm and, his helmet perched on one side of his head, boldly marched to- wards Zoe antl the apple stand, with Pete closely following. Zoe spoke to Pete in their owe modern, ungrammatical Greek, and to Michael in that language of the eyes where grairunar outs no figure. But thie could not last always, and our lover, with his heart gal- loping all over his body, prepared for that terrible ordeal which, it is said, causes the bravemb to tremble. Holding up in his hand a rosy apple se that passers-by would think he was asking the price, he repeated with terrible precision the sentence as he had learned it. Zoe did love him, and she said so in Greek so vehement and voluble that Pete, the would-be interpreter, did not under- stand more than every second word. She went on to say than she did love, and that the did not mind his poor crooked back the least bit. The words flitted by Pete ect rapidly that he succeeded only in understanding and retaining the last son - tome. Judge of our hero's astonishment when Pete translated this back to him : " She says she'll marry you, but she don't like your crooked back the least little bit." Zoe stood by listening to Pete's English, her eyes beaming over with love. Now laughter is closely akin to love, and for the first time our hero in those Grecian' orbs saw only laughter ; he was wounded in his most sensitive point, and that by her ,lannoeed. Whenrea schoolboy in Ireland his school - metes used *meal! him Humpback Calla- ghan, and evn. his brother officers some- times twitted higood humoredly on his slight deformity"; \but now, unkindest out ofthem all, his Beloved Zoe told him that indeed she wouln, marry him, but she did not like his hump nsok the least little bit. With one reproachful g mice at Zoe he turned and slowly walked tkvay. Zoe saw the reproachful glance andn felt, like the soldiere at Balaklava, that ee ittome one had blundered." Perhaps, she thotl' ht, he was going away, as he often did, b cause the passers-by were beginning to not e., ,Per haps he would return'. n Time rolled on calmly and inevitably ad if nothing had over happened to mar the happiness of two human beings. Time rolled on, and every mornifig Zoe burnished her apples with the same greasy rag and always looked neat and trim, expectiug him to return. She had learned enough English now for all practical purposee. But he never returned. He is still single, somewhat more silent than he used tr) be, but a brave and faithful officer, und Zoe, with the blue black hair that Michael admired so much, streaked with gray, is still the Grecian maiden of the apple stand. The moral of this story is : Never pro- pose in a language you do not understand, and never employ Petros Zarouslci to in- terpret the reply.—Dorris E. Drone in Short Stories. APPLICATIONS,THORDUCHLY ngrwevEs DANDRUFF Exulting Wolf Story. "1 had an exciting experience with wolves in the winter of '87, up in the Badger State," said James W. Cheek, a member of the Long Bow Club, that was holding forth at the Lindell. "I was up above Orystal Falls on a hunting expedition and, with a companies.), had taken posseasion of a cozy log cabin that nestled deep in the heart of a great pine forest. There was a dance at a cabin about four miles distant one cold, clear night, anti I decided to attend. My com- panion, a portly Englishenan, declared the tramp too long for him and I set out alone. I danced with the country lassies until late, then started for home through the woods. I had not gone far before the wolves began to grow insolent, and by the time that I had covered half the distance I was coin - pollen to climb a tree to avoid being re- ferred to the interior economy of the raven- ous brutes. There were a dozen of them in the pack when I took a rise in the world, but the number kept increasing until half a hundred were snapping and snarling. howling and fighting around the tree. I hed no weapon, and realized that if I re- mained in the tree until morning I would freeze to death. I had been fishiug through a hole in the ice that day and my overcoat pockets were filled with large fish-hooks and lines, and among them was a lunch, composed chiefly of bologna sausages. To revenge myself upon the brutes and while away the time, but without any expectation of effecting my escape, I baited my hooks and began feeding them to my visitors. I caught six of them, drew them up until they stood on their hind legs, and fastened the line to a strong limb. Then began the most remarkable circus I ever witnessed. They danced round axid round the tree, as though it were a May pole, until closely wound up, howling like demons meanwhile. When brought together by the winding,up of the linen they began a war of extermina- tion upon each other. The rest of the pack sat upon their haunches, interested epee - eaters of the performance, until the fight to a finish began, when tkey quietly slunk away into the forest. Yes, sir, I've got the fish-hooks and the lines for this story."— St. Louis Globe•Democrat. Railroads doing business iu connection with the World's Fair have formed a nice little trust. They charge full rates for shipping goods intended for exhibition, with the understanding that they eau be returned free. As most of the goods will be sold at the fair this generous offer has a large string attached. Would it surprise you to hear, writes a correspondent of Mr. Lthouchere Truth, that the Lofoden Islands, off Norway, are, on their South side, a terrestrial paradise? The Gulf Stream warms them all the year round, and the consumptives of the world enrich them by taking their cod-liver oil. The cod-liver oil boss ii Peter Muller, who, I was told, employs 70,000 people in fish - m. ees, factories, bottling, packing ansi so on. His daughters were the greatest catches in the Scandinavian marriage market. They married according to their taste, and hap- pily, One of them chows from her many euitors a Captain in the Norwegian Navy, who left it en hie marriage and became a distinguished marine painter. There are pastoral Edens on the ledges of the Lofo- den Mountains. I never saw more grace in Combination with the sorb of craggy severity that one meets with on the west come of Scotland, with thia difference, however, that the Hebrides are as though painted in Indian ink, whereas the coloring in summer in the Lofoden scenery is indescribably eplendid. I shall not easily forget how all , new to it were lifted oub of themselves by the sail through Rafe Sued. "By Jove, Bronson, your wife is a charm- ing woman." "Pm glad you And her so, Parelotte" "1 do, iudeed. If you Over contemplate getting divorced, old man, let me know, will you? I'd like to marry Min. Bronson myself." GUARANTEED D. re OAVEnie ePreeeMnreeeetinkreetesteer eleset, et Men bays: Antl-uanatealsepoifoottioncYvvoKoaa• !hag —its' action t,marystiogs—*4 toy ova nos 0. raw allocations not only moneogtarreovoil excessive asadrolf necumnintiOn nn iMppou failing of tho hom made goon and p pie and promoted visible gtowth, Restores Fading halt 101 original COM Stops falling of Italie Neeee the Reale can. makes hair soft and eliabife PrometeeGrOWilt. NOTHING BUT LEAVES. Yonne"' Lady Oolle,otors or the Red and Yellow Leaf, THE PRETTY AUTUMN TINTS. ERE now is the season whoa the girl who en- thuses over nature's beauties makes of her- self a great nuisance in her home or herboarding house. It is pretty safe to say that the house or mon the room of nine -tenths — of these impressionable girls will be in a state of litter for the next two weeks with dead leaves. For verdure is now making its final glorious splurge in color before being shut off by the winter curtain of bleakness. e It ie like the final transformation in a ballet. The most pretentious effect is kept to the very end. Nature always was a good stage manager. A month ago the bathing girl came back from the seaside with her trunk full of shells, polished stones, horsefoots and dried aea moss. The collection was entirely of souvenirs of some delightful occasion or other and the things themselves -were "just too lovely, you Iniow, to leave behind," and they would mike such pretty orna- ments. She knew just how to utilize them in fanoy Work and it would be such a pleosure to have them around as reminders of this and that never to be forgotten event. WHAT CABLE OF IT. The rubbish lay around her room for a while. The shells were ground into the carpet, the sea moss became powdered up and dusted itself over thedressing table, and elle night sbe stepped on the horsefoot and pricked her pink little feet. And eowah I now she't got nature on the nentagain. inneleinnelmecleautumn leaves can be had by the bashel. Itelan fascinating occupation to gather them mill lerkeire the artistic mingling of delicate and bolatnolorhle• The one can deny that they are bes>wtefkit nhe girls simply go daft on the subjs., re. each year, and this is no exception. Then, tneeetH they can be put to such practiced use leen. decorative purposes. I don't mean to imply that all the sea- side and mountain trophies are not worth gathering, too. On the contrary, if pains is taken in preparing them, they can be made very pretty adjuncts to the pleasant- ness of a room. I am simply stating facies. The fun of gathering them is all over; they have had their day and now they are gone. THEY WILL FOLLOW. And, whisper, the leaves will go in the same way ere the sleigh -bells are jingling. After all the whole attraction in these things as in everything else lies in the mak- ing of the collection, whether ie be the gathering of autumn leaves, the collectum of a library or picture gallery or the amass- ing of dollars or honors. It's all in the getting of it and the anticipation of future enjoyment. When the time for sitting down and enioying comes the thing has palled. So these girls with a mania for collecting withering vegetation are only doing the amine thing that statesmen and financiers are constantly up to. The trees are glorious just now in their autumnal coloring. Brilliant reds and yel- lows, rich maroons and browns, delicate greens and grays are all blended together in such a combination as no artist of human kind could paint. The great variety of trees affords the best opportuuties for col- lecting peculierly good specimente. IN RUINS BOORS. There are lots of pretty ways to utilize the leaves for decoration if one has only the patience to do it. In the majority of cases, however, the girls who are so enthusiastic on the subject lose most of their enthu- siasm before dinner the next day. All the available books are filled with the leaves to press. It does not do the books any good, for the leaves are very apt to put a stain on the pages, and it is always the prettiest leaves'too that drop out and get crushed. Notwithatanding all these drawbacks a great rnany people persist and get very pretty effects for their pains. The thicker the leaf the better, it will hold its color. Fent that reason the tough leaves of the oak and maple are the moat desirable ; their colorings are usually the brightest, also. Beech leaves turn a very pretty yellow, and the long leaves of the sumac are excellent for effect and aro usu- ally strikingly colored. The soft maple leaves are the most, gaudy, but they do not retain their color as well as those of the hard or rock maple.' NOW TO PRESS TEEM A great deal depends upon the care taken in pressing the leaves. Old books serve the purpose better than anything else. A number of sheets should be left between each two leaves to absorb the moisture and even then it is much better to carnfully change the leaves eaeh day and transfer themtodry books. Let the pressing process be gradual. The first day or two no pressure should be applied. After that gradually increase the weights with each change until at the end of a week or so the harder the leaves are equeezed the better. WAXING AND VARNISHING. 'steess CARTER'S ITTLE OVER PILLS. 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They are strictly vegetable and do not gripe or purge, but by their gentle action please all who use them. In vials at 24 cents; ' five for Sl. Sold everywhere, or sent by /math 0AET311 Will11011121 CO., row York. Isa11Pi1l. 1211 Dom Small 2riv,; O room with autumn leaves. Any one with a little ingenuity can devise a thousand and one ways of doing it. Arranged in az tistic bunches on the wall and back of pictures is the usual way. The effect can be heightened by the addition of a big bow of ribbon where the stems meet. A woodland landscape can also be very prettily set off placing it at one corner of a natured od frame and on the wide expanse of mat mre g ue leaves and grasees in some graceful arranere,* can be utilized in a dozen dif- gzernent. ferent ways\ either over windows or doors, standing inremege;: some picture frann • r or rising from behind pANEL DENEATIONS. If the woodwork in \s„.the room to be ferably white, the leaves can be d to color, pre - decorated is painted some pi .4 geed effect by being glued on wine °w casings or closet door panels in the foi of a running twig. Each should overlan the other and great care should be taken to avoid anything approaching stiffness or al• set riAdobenos,vit, plaster your rooms with leaves. gel'ail things don't overdo it. Only have them in one room, and not too many there. Go ahead, girls, and enjoy the healthful fun of gathering the leaves anyway. Per- haps you will preserve a few of them, and you will not regret it. When taken one of the books it will be found that the reds, yellows and greens of * the leaves have lore a great deal of their brilliancy. There are several ways of re- storing this, and at the same time meking the leaves more durable. Perhape the beat way is to rub a hot iron on white wax ansi then run it quickly over both sides of the leaf. The thinner the coating of wax left; the better. Another Way is to paint them with a thin coat of colorless varnish. Thia beeves them brittle and unnaturally shiny, " however. Still Another way, which hardly pests for the extra trouble, is to tirst go over the leaves with sizing, put them away to dry for a day or two, and then wax them. If you wish to preserve a large branch intaon to large then pressing is one of the question, the leaves Inay be preserved by drying them with a moderately warm iron until the moisture is all absorbed, and then ironing with wax. Verne are too delicate to stand ironing or waxing and, in fad, they don't need it, as they will preserve their color anyway after heir g pressed. SOME PEETTY WAVe. It le tamest useless to tellhoW to decorate ".Didn't you say six months ago that if Miss Meier wouldn't marry you you would throw yourself into the deepest part of the sea? 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