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alto Hien on the chess -board stood
mote, end, w1t:`t ono Hand shading
ii ayes from the lamplight, Mr,
sic stared at them gloomily and
td to trace tho movements book
tho point where he had erred and
',bled Burton to bring forward his
important knight,
Pho younger man sat with ono
- ow on the table, nervously etl'oli.-
f the back of his head and turning
..1 eyes restlessly at the different ob-
' is in the cosy little parlor.
'I am glad I spoke to you flrst,"
said, thoughtfully, after a long
tianco,
'Yes." Mr, Mack pushed the board
'ay, and turning round In his ehair
1tised his lege. The movement was
.Soi'ous and suggested he was out
• i" patience with something. "I am.
;,incl, too, George, for If she had
,d 'yes, as she might have done,
ted I had had to say 'no' to both
'°` you, I should have liked it even
;:lis than I like having to say it to
to alone " IIs paused, and threw
Burton ono of his nervous side -
_oke. 1 like you and she likes you,
d I don't know a single tiring
Sadist you. We'd both be very
frry if you withdx'ov your' fi•iend-
(1P, anti I won't say it is utterly
)possible you should ever marry
Ir. But"—ho looked at the nail of
•s little finger and bit it absently—
;hero are reasons, cogent, solid rear
ns, Why she shouldn't wed while I
sh above -ground. You may put it
❑• •1wn to my selfishness if you like;
2) much the better if you do, my
11 iy. But, no, I don't want you to
ithik that. I couldn't bear to lose
'Sr; my life wouldn't be worth
'cath without her, But it isn't
K•iat, for I love her above selfishness,
cd her happiness has been my single
:n1 since her mother died fifteen
rr sere ago."
a 'Oh, I'm quite sure that In refus-
al Big ore you appreciate that—thet—
as t =ell, it's a bit of a blow to me,"
le .aid, Burton, nervously filling his
1pc from the tobacco -Jnr on the
ale. "I mean, loving her as you
ro b, you can understand it is a bit
• adening to lose her; for I bayo-
o ecome pretty confident that she
to .-arcs for me; and you— Oh, Mr,
t :ask, come! What is there to keep
s apart if she loves me? Money?
t am a fairly prosperous farmer
'Ali many a pound put by, Ile-
a utation? You won't hear a word
o gainst me, I'm glad to say."
f,"0h, 3bu're all right," answered
o sack, with a deprecating look. "It's
ice this—like—well, perhaps the bunt
o i on the other foot! Sometimes the
'4iltagers about here refer to me as
eysLorious Mr. Mack'; they got
he idea by thinking it was queer a
San of comfortable means, with a
,.netts, daughter, should settle clown
`ere without friends, business, or ill-
' (oalth to influence him; and tho fact
eat we didn't exactly fall weeping
p1 the neck of the first person who
al led aggravated their suspicions.
Ind though we've lived down all
hat nonsense, 1 am still regarded
'✓iLh a sort of 'suspicion, because my
. 'ame's un -English, my appearance
immwhat Teutonic, and because I
on't publish particulars as to how
made my fortune, what it amounts
:1, what takes 1110 away at times,
ad whether Rosa}ie's mother brush
-
1 her hair back or wore a fringe."
C paused, and when ho resumed he
;oke in a lower voice. "I tell you
hat I tell you because I feel sure,
11100 you love Rosalie, you will re -
Peat nothing, and because I don't
sant you to think I said 'no' from
elfish motives. They say I am a
It of a mystery! I am." -
Sic nixed a drink for himself from
to bottle and the siphon and sipped
"Well, George, the truth is—well,
re truth is I am so situated that I
annot let Rosalie marry before I
in dead and—respoctably buried, or
'er life might be ruined, for sone-
ling—something might came out
hich would turn hor husband
Tainst her and break her dear
.fart. Perhaps it is just as likely
J come out while she is single, but
,not wouldn't be so bad as the other
'ay. If she had a lover he would be
lee to leave 11e• or to marry her,
flowing everything she knew; he
IoUldn t marry her h1 the dark, to
ec0il later."
•IIe glanced up and saw a auspicious
ook of inquiry in Burton's eyes,
vliich was not unnatural or inexcus-
title on the young man's part, but
`,hich convinced Mack he had said
4ough.
"Well, 1 can't say more Without
;hying too much. Rosalie doesn't
froom 1 have a secret, and you- must
lover lot her think you do. I—I have
been everything in the world to her,
Otnd she Is more to 11101 She is semsi-
tiVe—highly sensitive. if she were
Married and the teeth came out, even
to if her husband stood by hor, she
lfould always feel that he dict so s
to against lids inclinations; and the
thought would bo poison to her."
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hold out his hand. Mack took it,
and looked covertly at his hag -
averted 1000.
"George," he said, gently, "it—
Quick, if you are going now. I ]rear
hor on the stairs, and she will notion
the ehtango in you."
He. hurried his visitor into tho
tle hall, where the light was bai, and
they met Rosalie,
"'Not going?" sho salfl.
"Yes, I must go now, Miss a(aek;
it is later than you think,"
Muck relieved the farmer's embar-
rassment by pressing him to come
again the following clay.
Father, what have you been say-
ing to him?" said Rosalie, as Mack,
having shut the front door, put his
arm around ]ler and led her back to
the parlor,
"Nothing, my child—nothing,"
She stat down and looked into the
flee, while he Tilled his pipe.
"I don't expect you to tell 1110
CVO] white fibs, daddy," silo said,
tenderly, goalg to him as he sank
into his chair and 1cnooling' by him.
"His manner and his voice changed
utterly fertile 1 was upstairs."
"You attach too much importance
to trifles.""
"They ere not trifles, daddy," she
said, very gently. "Or, 11 they are,
life is made up of trifles. Tell me
truly, did he ask you for me, and
did you say 'no'?"
"What makes you think such
strange things, Rosalie, darling?" he
asked, glancing at her keenly.
"You must not say 'no,' daddy,"
she said, waving his question away
and pursuing her own Ideas. "If he
hasn't asked you yet, he will ono
day; and you must say 'yes,' daddy
—you must say 'yes.' "
"Tut, tut, Rosalie! You aro only
•a child; there is plenty of time for
you to think of marriage,"
"The only time for mo to think
of it is when ho asks me—only then,"
"And since ho hasn't asked you,
the time has not arrived," he said,
rather gruffly.
"]nut has he asked for your con-
sent?" she inquired, not to be
evaded. "Daddy, don't try to de-
ceive 111e, for I love him and I fool
that he loves mel"
"Can you think why I should with-
hold my consent—what 0bJcetioes I.
could raise to atm?" he said, reach-
ing out for the matches, "Of course
not! I like 11101, and I know him
to be straight. When the time comes
for me to consent, I shall not re-
fuse. Now, go to bed, Rosalie, for
it is getting lata"
She rose from her knees slowly
with a thoughtful air, and, kissing
him, went away.
Mack finished his whisky and soda
at a gulp, and, rising, began to wails
round the room,
Rosalie's words had gone right to
the core of his heart. He had known
that she liked Burton, but never s118-
pected that she loved him so ddeply
as she had implied. It hurt him to
have deceived her in her love; it dis-
tressed him to realize that he stood
between her and her life's happiness,
and. might stand there so long as to
divide her from it for ever; and it
terrified him to tbink that any day
a blow might fall to crush her, to
drive the man she loved out of her
life, anti---
* * * * * *
The next day Maok went on one of
his frequent journeys to London, and
as usual, he returned the day follow-
ing, No ono knew why ho tools such
Journeys, but they were quite a re-
gular feature of his life, occurring
about twice a month. Burton, how-
ever, had noticed that Mack was sub-
ject to periods of nervousness, ex-
tending sometimes over days together
and always ending in a journey to
London, from which Mack almost in-
variably returned within forty-eight
hours quite himself again. fie al-
ways brought Rosalie a present, and
latterly he had generally had a box
of cigars or a case of good wine for
Burton.
Ino returned from this particular
Journey with a beautiful set of furs
for Rosalie and a handsome case of
cutlery for Burton."It's awfully good of you, Mr.
Mack," said Murton, in accepting tho
gift, '"but what'll I do with two
dozen knives and forks, when my
table is never laid for more than Oneperson? Do you mean it -you don't
moan it ironically?"
'"No, George, I don't," answered
Mack, slowly.
"It would snake a capital wedding -
present," suggested Burton. "I can't
hope to use 'em all myself,"
"Well," said Mack, thoughtfully,
"Rosalie and I will come across to-
morrow eight incl christen two
cheese-knives for you."
"Dol" cried the farmer, "Dot"
It -was Rosalio's first visit to 'Bur-
ton's farm, and she straightway fell
in love with the old homestead,
which so delighted Burton that he
became quite eloquent in extolling
the comforts of the house. -
Mack sat in an armchair with a
cigar between his teeth, while Rosalie
played the piano and accompanied
Burton in a couple or songs, Ile was
passionately ford of music, but
somehow it jarred on Trim that even-
ing, though Rosalie played better'
and B1it'toe sang better than ho re-
nonberod. A feeling of loneliness
tole over him --a sub -consciousness
that he was a vol•y small contribu-
tor, if a contributor at all, to their
vidont happiness, When they spoke
o ]rim, what they said was so flag-
'antly "by the way" as to suggest
a sense of guilt of having forgotten
him in the pleasure of remembering
only each other.
It 'dawned slowly on Mack's mind
that he wee no longer necessary
his lovo-task was done and another
mean was ready to stop into his
pence—to oust hint ante the limbo
of byways, and himself lead Rosalie
along the broad, sunny highway of
11fe.
That night he sat up late at home
concocting a loiter. 73'e re-wroto it
again and again, weighing each word
and 3w1101) ho had addressed it he
gathered all the other coples togothoit
and, with the blotting -paper he had
used, burnt them, raking ;the ashes
into bust afterwards,
The next day he went to ZOOMS
and posted the loiter at the ipeneral
Post Oflico, tS-o returned In the even"
Dag with a hatfdfiomo SOv;att, Oef(4o4
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lie stopped and .rose abruptly, and
moving to the mantelpiece staved
down into the fire,
"I think I understand your motives
Mr. Mack," said Burton, rising too,
and speaking til a dull tom, "0f
Course, you are the best Judge—the
only Judge of the situation; but 1
cannot conceive what can bo the ma
Giro of your secret that it can keep
dRosalie and me apart, and yet yen
on ask me to hide it from her, if
dyer 1 should know,"
"Wolf, there it is, Geo'ge, and you
net take my word for it. My
,:judguxent may be wrong, but it Is
4,110 only tiling 1 can rely on. Don't
*Vet' refer to the ettbject again--
,, rllaso don't. Coma hero as pftcn as
alt earl you will always be heartily
v01401110. Anil 1! yon can remain
aiithflil to an undeclared love until I
Huy secret are buried my bones
I lie easy, for my girl will have a
thy hifaband,'t
111100 aid n. repIyt bldt sipnply,
set for Rosalie and e, smoker's cab-
inet for Burton,
lie tools the cabinet over to Bur-
ton's farm the following morning,
receiving with astonishing dulnose
laosaliu's many hints that alio would
Thetas right. - Well, whets you go
back to her, you will break it to her
gently that 1 have met with an 000!-
tlent-1 are dead, For her life's sake
you must Ile to her, 1 surrender her
to you, and rely on you to protect
like to accompany hart. her from all knowledge of whet 1
"Fou can call it a wadding -present toll you. I must bo brief, for I htn'e
in advance, 1f you 1iko, George," he allowed lever t too little lime, and 1
said, as filo fernier led tho way into have an appointment in a quarter
the house. "And if you've got a of an hour,
minute or two to spino l'd like to "(lounge!" Mack's lips were white
speak to you.' and dry, his voice hollow and cold,
:Burton thanked him heartily, but "1 um going to take the blow at my.
failed to fully appreclatc his signIti- own time, so that 1t will full only
Cant words in striving to guess the on Inc, and so that the loss of me
shall be minimized to Boson! by the;
n- gain of yourself, Be gond to art' is
, 1111 f rile, earl never let n hint of
, what '1 tell you roach horn it won't
bo difficult for 1 have carefully ar-
ranged everything. No! don't speak
Theo 1s pressiag, "a
"I was 111 business in this city,
years age, with a man named :Hartz.When my wife fell ill I sent hor and
Rosalie to the South of France. Ros-
alie was about five then, 1 used to
go to see them from time to time.
My wife died, and I left Rosalie with
some good people for a time, and re-
turned to Antwerp to find that very
day Hartz had robbed Inc of every
penny I possessed and had absconded.
Etc had not gone far, however. I
found him three days later, and
tracked himto a wood which lies
a mile or two to the south of this
city. lie had buried my money,
there, and had gone to draw on
it. I told you 1 had a man's blood
en my hands. I have never attempt-
ed to deceive myself that I killed
hinn without murderous intent, I
don't deceive myself now, nor you.
And I buried him in the spot where
ho had buried my bard-oarned for-
tune. Then I fled with Rosalie, liv-
ing quietly in remote villages under
the name of Mack—my name's Mac-
kinon.
"A few years back somebody
bought the wood and, felling the
trees, began building there. You un-
derstand! Tho disappearance of
Hartz and Macldnon had excited
comment, but no suspicion: but there
were things on Hartz—imperishable
things—which must have brought
about identification. And—and there
was Rosalie. Twice a month I went
to London simply to see if the Ant-
werp papers recorded the finding of
the body, for I knew I should be
wanted at once.
1 ant taking the blow now, George
and Rosalie must never know. I
wrote to the police here a few days
back saying where the body would be
found, and making an appointment
with the police for eight o'clock to-
night. They have found the body.
Time flies. Don't speak! It is jus-
tice—justice tempered with mercy,
shico Rosalie need never knowl I
have ten minutes to get to the ren-
dezvous, and I don't want you to
bo seen with me. I know what the
end will be—I am prepared for it;
and I go forward firmly. Be good to
my little girl, and if it seems 'cliffl-
cult to you to keep the truth from
her, remember that it Is not easy for.
me, but I go forward confident you'll
do it. Take my watch back to her—
it will seem quite natural." He held
his watch and chain out separately,
and dropped the chain as Burton
blindly made to take them.
Burton stooped unsteadily, and
groped about the wet pavement for
the chain, with unseeing eyes. When
he found the chain and looked up ho
was alone.—London Tit -Bits,
meaning of his strange manner.
"You heat; told ire that your fat
ily has been here, in this vary house
for five generations?" said Muck
leaning on the table between then,
"Yes, 11vo generations,"
"And the llurlons have always been
above suspicion?"
'ffillat is always said about here,
and I've done any best to live up to
it." -
"Do you love Rosalie better than
your honor?"
The farmer stertoid.
That's a diffloult question, Mr
Mack," he said, gravely.
"I hoped you would say 'yes,"
said Mack, after a brief Pause, "hut
1 11111 glad you have said 'no'; it's
the answer of an honest man—the
sort of mall I'd like .my Rosalie to
marry,"
Tie spoke as if a great weight had
been lifted off Iris mind, and held out
his hand.
"Will you take that?—it has an-
other plan's blood on it,i"
"Good heavens, you aro mad!"
cried Burton, starting up.
"You don't - believe it?" Mack
smiled, faintly.
"No!" ,Burton laughed. It was a
harsh laugh, for he had not recovered
from the shock of Mack's strange
words.
"Would you still love Rosalie and
cleave to hor if you did believe it?"
"Why, yes! Would the stain be on her
innocent hand?" Burton answered in-
stantly, a touch of tenderness in his
toile.
"I'm satisfied," said Mack, squar-
ing his shoulders and the eager look
fading from his face. "Don't ask
any questions now; I'll tell you in
my own time," He made a move as
if to leave, but stopped, and a pecu-
liar smile crept over his face as he
said: "Ii you can conte over this
evening and make Rosalie say 'yes,
I won't say 'no' again."
* M * * * 1r
"Daddy!"
Mack looked up slowly at the
opening door, He knew whom he,
would see; he knew what they would
say.
They came and stood before him,
Burton flushed and nervous, Rosalie
rather pale, her wonderful eyes shin-
ing down at him.
Ho looked up at them dully.
"Daddy, whispered Rosalie, "he is
going now."
Still Mack neither spoke nor show-
ed he understood. He was fighting a
battle against enormous odds, and it
was not for the lovers, fresh from
their first vows, to see tho carnage,
"Daddy, dear daddy, George has
asked me to marry him, May I?"
Mack nodded. "And may Heaver
bless you both," he murmured.
Burton saw something in the fath-
er's face, Rosalie heard it fn bis
voice; and they slipped out together,
closing the door behind them.
A little later Rosalie peeped into
the room and new her father sitting
at the table, with his face buried in
his acme. She stole up to him and
fell on her knees beside him.
"Dear daddy, I shall bo very sorry
to leave you," she said, In a sweet
soft voice, "but I do love him so."
Ho turned to her quickly and ]cissed
her, but still he did not speak.
* * * * * *
It was noon the following Tuesday
Mack wont to London, where he did
as he had always done on such ova
casions—drive to a Continental
newsagent's and consulted a filo of
Antwerp papers, turning straight to
the issue of the previous Saturday.
Ile found what ho sought. It was
something he had searched for in
vain a score of times and more, and
the vainness of his searches had en-
gendered In him a tierce sensation of
gratitude. But now that he found it
ho experienced 'only a dull fueling of
resignation.
By daybreak moat morning ho was
in Antwerp, whence he telegraphed to
Burton to come secretly to him at
once, at a small hotel. -
Burton could have lost no time,
for he arrived in the evening.
"Wo won't talk here, George, said
Mack, as they met, 'Let us go into
the street. You did not tell Rosalie?
CHURCHES TURNED INTO INNS;
At Great Easton, three milds from
Rockingham Station, England, there
is !a Wesleyan chapel which is now an
inn. When built a stole was placed
over the entrance with the words
inscribed, "To the Glory of God,"
and the inscription stili remains over
the portal of the licensed premises,
At Newcastle-under-Lyme a chapel
was built in 1840, in the time of the
Wesleyan reform movement, which
after a time became too small, and
a larger building some distance away
was bought from. the SVosloyaus, the
smaller one being sold. After pass-
ing through various hands the form-
er building is now a licensed house
and music hall..
110130 PLTILOSOPIIY,
With one look at Goodman Go1-
rong's tattered garments the wo-
man of the house slammed the door
in his face.
"Clothes may not make the man,"
he soliloquized, as he turned away
and started for the next House, "but
they sort o' seem to classify him,"
REVOLUTION 14011 LOOSE IN
W Gsfl esaseca lelrali'Wd1 Q,7ttat4easSai Row to Remove paper labels from
WrAA' olcl bottles.--Stfot the fano of the
label will water and hold it 1111 in -
A. stand over any convenient flame.
A The steam formed penetrates the
,ni label at once and softens the paste.
If Jam Is put into open tarts be-
fore they are balked the Jamis often
iburned, To prevent this place a
small piece of bread in each, that
1 thetarts may not rise out of shape;
when done take out bread and re-
place with Jam.
Ifuw to keep a piano. -1n damp
g weather the piano should be closed
nun
when not in use, an dampness Is i.ts
of worst enemy. In dry weather open
About the
...®House
SOMI: DAINTY D1IIi1;S.
Mustard relish is made by nlixln
'smoothly half a teaspoonful of nu
mustard with a dessertspoonful
sugar and a tablespoonful of vin
gar. Sth' till all 18 amootb, an
!serve with steak, bloater, etc.
A 'Dainty Dish of Peas.—Stew ti
green peas with a little butter and
no water in, a covered pot till ten-
der, the (Inc.varying according to
the age of the fleas. If the peas are
at all old add a little sugar in the
cooking, -
For Fruit lees.—Talcs a pint of
ripe fruit, six ounces of easter sugar
and, If the fruit is very sweet, tho
juice of a lemon. Pound the fruit
with the sugar, rub through a tine
sieve.; mix gradually with one pint
of custard or cream, and freeze.
Make peppermint water thus: Take
the dried herb of peppermint, three-
quarters of a pound, and as much
water as will prevent it from burn-
ing, After seething over the fire,
distil Off two quarts and bottle for
use.
Make sweet spice for flavoring
cakes as follows: Two ounces each
of cloves, cinnamon, mace, nutmeg,
one ounce of ginger, and three
ounces of sugar. These ingredients
should be all finely powdered, mixed
well, and passed thrice through a
lino wire sieve. Store in small air-
tight tins for use.
Raspberry Jelly and Custard,—
Stew three pound of raspberries in
half a pint of cold water till tender;
sweeten to taste, strain the juice
and put it in the saucepan again,
bring it to boiling point, and then
stir in two ounces of cornflour, prev-
iously made into a smooth paste
with cold water. Boil while stirring
for two or three minutes, and then
pour into a wet mould. When cold
turn out and serve with custard.
On Custard Making.—Beat the
eggs thoroughly with a fork, and
strain them into the hot milk, cools
in a double saucepan, or a Jug set
in a pan of boiling water. Watch
for the formation of the thickening
on the spoon and sauc 'pan, then re-
m1eVe instantly. Pour the custard
into a cold basin, stir one, way
round till nearly cold and thickened,
7f these directions are followed cus-
tards will easily be made of first-
rate quality.
An Elegant Fruit Tart.—flake an
ordinary fruit tart, and when it is
cold cut a largo piece out of the
top crust, leaving little more thou
the cuter edge. Whip till very stiff,
creme slightly colored with cochin-
eal (or make a thick custard), and
place it in its ;stead. Garnish with
squares of the top crust, and in the
centre of each place a small clot of
the cream. ' This is an easily -made
and deiuly-looking luncheon dish.
Afilk Bolls.—Rub one ounce of
butter into four oleic;s of flour with
the tips of tho fingers. Add half a
teaspoonful of baking -powder and a
pinch of salt. Gradually stir in suf-
ficient milk to make it a still dough,
Take rough lumps and place thorn on
e. flat floured tin. Bake in a quids
oven for twenty minutes; place on a
sievo to cool. This quantity makes
four or live rolls, If preferred the
dough pbe relics! into small
oval shapes and bru",cd with mills
or beaten egg to give a glazed ap-
pearane0,
7'o presolayrt Jain o•ystalbizing pro-
cure the best sugar and put throe -
quarters of a pound to every pound
of sound, ripe fruit, Scatter the
sugar over the fruit on bin dishes
twolve hours before the jam is to
be made_ Stir constantly while the
fruit boils, and directly the syrup
jellies on a cold plate place jam in
pots. Store in an airy cupboard in
a dry place. A teaspoonful of cream
of tartar may be added to every
gallon of jam while still hot to pre-
vent the preserve from graining,
Green Tomato Preserve.—Wash and
slice tho tomatoes; it is a good plan
to press therm in a sieve for a few
hours. Cover them with a plate and
place a weight 011 plate, Do not use
the water pressed from then). To
1 pounce tomato add 1 pound white
sugar and as littlo water as will
malt the sugar. Grate the yellow
peel front lemons, 1 to each quart
preserve. Add this and the sliced
pulp, after removing tho white part,
and boil slowly together 2 or 8
hours.
Green Pea Salad—Arrange lettuce
leaves an bowl, large dark leaves
outside, white small onus toward
centre. Uso I head lettuce and a
pint of cold; seasoned, cooked peas.
Bits of cold lamb or chicken scatter-
ed between the leaves is an a.ppetiz-
in; addition. Place the peas In the
centre of tho lettuce and pour salad
dressing over. Servo cold,
Beet and Carrot Salad—Chop 5
medium-sized boots fine. Season
with 1 teaspoon salt, ; teaspoon
mustard and a pinch of pepper, Stir
in 1. tablespoon sugar. Cover with
vinegar and lot stand over night,
Drain and place on lettuce leaves.
Acid cimall cubes of boiled carrot,
using 1 large or 2 small ones. Pour
3a1itrl dressing over and servo cold.
IIINTS FOR THE HOME,
5 -
le
Stens} charcoal in tho larder; you
Will find that it enables you to keep
meat sweet and wholesome for a
remeiderable time.
To soften hard water Inc washing
purposes add a teaspoonful of borax
to n. quart, The borax is quite
he.end ess oven to a, very delicate
slain.
Ink spilt Ott a carpet may be taken
up wit110111 leaving any stain if dried
salt he applied Omnediately. As the
salt, becomes discolored brush it off
Hind apply more, Wet slightly; Cons
tintre till the ink hes disappeared,
the piano so that the dry air may
get to it and Iceep the keys from
stielcfng, and the ivory from turning
yellow.
When making jam pour a few
drops of the hest salad oil into the
preserving pan, and, then with a
piece of soft paper rub the oil all
over the bottom, This will prevent
the jam from sticking to the pan, 0
the stirring be not quite as constant
as it ought to be.
Clean the coat collar by rubbing
thoroughly with a flannel dipped in-
to ammonia and boiling water in
equal quantities. As the surface Of
the flannel becomes dirty apply a
fresh side. If this does not answer,
I should send the coat to the clean-
erS.
Whitewash.—stir six pounds of
whiting into cold water, avoiding all
lumps. Steep three ounces of glue
for twelve hours In cold natter, then
heat it, until it is dissolved, and
pour into the whiting while hot.
The wa$dt must be of a consistency
to be applied with a whitewash
brush.
A hint to those who dislike sun-
burn.—Nothing is pleasanter to use
as a cure for rough sunburnt skins
than plain slices of cucumber, Tho
way to use it is to cut off a thin
slice, rub the skin well with it, dry-
ing afterwards with a soft towel.
Thie remedy is said to be as effica-
cious as any of the compounds sold
now -a -days to whiten the skin, and
is far cheaper.
An Eiderdown Quilt is often diffi-
cult to stole in summer, and so it is
kept on the bed and gets dirty.
Where space is cramped I always
fold my eiderdown into a nice square
and sew it up in a thin linen cover.
Prettily covered with fancy muslin,
this makes a most useful sofa cush-
ion for the summer. -
Try This—Always rub a little soft
butter or lard over the top of bread
dough when set to rise an•1 also af-
ter being molded into loaves. This
prevents the forming of a hard crust.
HINTS ON JELLY MAKING.
Jellies are all made alike after
the juice is obtained. This is boiled
20 minutes, the sugar is then ad-
ded, and as soon as it is entirely
dissolved the juice may be poured
into the glasses. The following
p01111:5, if carefully observed will do
much to prevent pons 1,1„ failure:
The sugar shonlcl be heated before
being added to the juice.
The "20 minutes" should he count-
ed after the boiling begins.
Tho boiling should bo brisk, but
not violent.
There is no need of skimming until
just before pouring the jelly; it is
wasteful.
Cook about la pints of juice at a
time; never more than 2 pints.
Nearly all Jellies are improved in
flavor by the juice of a lemon to
each pint.
Crab apples, which should be cut
up, wild plums and the dry fruit and
the parings, cores and seeds from
quinces unci apples must be almost
covered with water and boiled until
soft to obtain the juices. Berries
need no water, but should be slowly
heated until all their juice is freed.
Grapes just turning are better
than ripe ones for jelly.
Jelly bags for straining the cooked
fruit must always be scrupulously
clean.
F
SENTENCE SERMONS.
Triflers miss the truth.
To -day -is the root of forever.
The firm in faith never stand still.
Saints aro more than pickled ser-
mons,
Tho pure in heart never stop to
thiiiic about it.
Dwarflike sins Oftel have gigantic
ehildren,
Starve the soul anti the 007150101100
15 sure to stutter,
Prayer turns the heart toward the
sun of happiness.
The keel eye for blemishes often
misses the blessings.
Proving' another a hypocrite does
not prove your holiness.
No ratan is ready for heaven who is
willing to enjoy it alone.
Tho hungry for righteousness are
not to be satisfied with rhetoric.
Tho world is a dark place to the
elan whose eyes are in his pocket.
No sin was ever bu1'ied deep,anough
to escape the resurrection of shame.
Many are twilling Gor1 shonlcl guide
them if they are alloyed to guide
Him,
To do the things we know to -day
will mean to lamer the things to do
to -morrow.
Nothing aeeree5 to our credit with
God 5111111 our debts to man have
been deducted.
Tho 111011 who tries to hide hie re-
ligioti will soon have none that any -
ono could find,
When a men knows that hie relig-
ion is all moonshine the world 18
not likely to get much sunshine out
of it,
The man wlto says he can drink or
he can let it alone is so busy de-
monstrating the first proposition
shat he never gets around to the sec-
ond,
1+OOIZ FELLOW!
Ricks—Ver goodness' sakol look
cit
Sallaclay shoveling in his drone',
1 thought ho was a dyspoptie,
V1cke»-So 1t isb the worst sect,
Hee burdened with an oatimittle ap-
petite and a PQesinlhttic digestion,.
GREAT WOMEN GAMBLERS
FRANCE HAS FURNISHED T]E533
I,ARGES(1 liiT71k1BIrR,
These Ladies Won and Lost 35 n%
Thousands at a Single
Game..
Tho pages of history tell over and
over again the story of great women
ganmblers, France has furnished the
greater number of these, but Eng-
land Inas put forth many whose fame
has become international, says the
Liverpool Mereury,
There seems to be something in the
blood of French ;women that makes
them gamblers of a high order, Mme.
de lrtontespan won so much at bas-
set, her favorite game, that Louis
XIV, was delighted and borrowed
some of her winnings, But she lost
a great deal at times, and her play
grew so furious that in 1682 Louis
abolished the game.
1t is recorded of madame that she
one night, while the King looked on
at the play, risked a sum equal to
£40,000 on a, single card, and that
the King grumbled when no one
could be found to cover the bet, But
madame also lost one New Year's
night 700,000 crowns at hocal and
on another night almost £200,000 -
at the same game.
Mem. du Barry was the most fam-
ous woman gambler of the time of
Louis XV,, but with hor it was only
a pastime. But that other favorite,
Mme, de Pompadour, went in with
the solo object of winning, if she
could. It is recorded that her winn-
ings were enormous, and that in a
single night site eased the pockets of
the King of 25,000 louts d'or.
Queen Marie Antionotte, according
to history, was a gambler who lilted
to be surrounded 13 gamblers. Faro
was the popular game, but the stakes
got to be so great that many a
nobleman had his entire estates
wiped out
5.11 A SINGLE NIGHT.
Scandal rose high and the game
was forbidden. Nevertheless, in 'a
short time it was being carried on
again, not only in the apartments of
the Queen, but at the house of the
Princess de Lamballe.
At first the Queen and those who
desired to play with her went to the
apartments of Mme. de Guemene,
whose house is credited with having
been the scene of the highest contin-
ued play of any in France. But mat-
ters got so bad before the end came
that noblemen would no longer play
with the Queen, and she admitted to
her table many common gamblers.
Then the scandal broke in full force
for some were caught cheating, and
one was arrested for picking a
pocket.
Possibly the most famous woman
gambler of English history was Nell
Gwynne, the actress, who was $o
great a favorite with Charles II. In
that reign the manners were much
the same as they were at the French
court. Nell Gwynne lost L5,000 to
her rival the Duchess of Cleveland,
and in one year lost upward of L60,-
000,
160;000, which the King paid, There
had never been known so much gam-
bling among women as was carried
on in that reign. After the Duchess
of Mazarin, niece of the Cardinal,
had lost 4:1,000,000, she died in ab-
solute want. The acknowledged
queen of American woolen gamblers
was Lonna Paquita, who was born
in Texas flay ,years ago, but early
went into Mexico to rule over out-
laws and cowboys. The little Lonna
was scarcely 12 years of age thou
she fell in with an old time gambler
named Qualetor, who taught her
every trick known to the gambler's
art, She made her first appearance
in Paso del Norte. She was only a
child and the rough gamblers
LA'QGIII;D AT ITER.
But they soon found that they
were no match for her, and then even
her teacher, Qualetor, was a tender-
foot compared with the child. With
the passing years Lonna Paquita
grew to be a beautiful woman. Her
hair was as black as night, sho had
oyes that confounded those of the
gamblers who played with her and a
voice as sweet and silvery as a bell.
She was as handsome a woman as
one could wish to see, but with a
heart of ice and nerves of iron. Per
small white hands could manipulate
the cards with a skill that defied
the wachfulneas of the keenest gam:
bier,
There were many people who
thought it was merel3 luck that fel-
lowed her, but the luck kept up too
log-, and the gamblers who knew a
few tricks themselves understood
that it was art. Still, no one was
ever known to catch her cheating.
Before she was 20 Lorna Paquita
was in New Mexico loading a. gaup
of the worst characters of the South-
west.
Iter death occurred in 1875, and
was tragic. 801110 lawless acts had
been committed by a body of greas-
ers, and search was made for them.
Lonna Paquita was found to be 'their: '
loader, and was caught. She only
laughed when sho was taken, and
proposed that a game of cards be
played to see whether she should go
free or kill herseli. This was agree4
to, and one of the party, a gatnblo.•
known to tho country around was
selected, The woman lost, ']`hero
who looked on had scarcely time to
understand this W11011 Lonna Paquita
drew a knife from her bolt and
plunged it into her heart.
THE BAD ON:C.
"That brother of years, latey,,"
said the man of tho house, "seers
to be a pretty tough character."
"'Deed; he is, suit," replied the
colored maid, "SIo les' natehelly
seems to be de white sheep oh our -
fambly, alto' lnnff,'.t.
NO Wb Ent.
"I1lcPr is so liattleome, so noble.
and so much the superior of every
man I have met that 1 cannot help
but love him.""
"And what doer; Ilei adtnire aboti.i
"you?'`:
=''My 'ct elnitan 8eneaho's