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What do we know, in truth, Only that dreams sometimes, Over the unseen hound we ca Know that we gained refresni Whether the dream or wakin .And that there came a chan? (What do we know' .ibout oui 3ts toil and pleasure, misery What shall we know wh?n w< Perhaps we shall remember Thar time with sweet or trov IWL..U wc are wideawake, alu Donald waa a dog-lover.' Eyeiy ' one else in his home seemed to have what he or she wanted-all except him! Father had his bicycle-and how he enjoyed it! Mqther had her canary-an ear splitting, yellow ball ot fluff that took infinite delight in drowning all tither sounds but his own. ' Sister Katherine had h?r dolls. One doll was silly enot:gb. Donald thought, but Katherine had no end Of dolls. The sight of his sister's joy over these foolish dolls made Donald, sick with envy. That is the way, but with moro reason, that he would feel Ii he only had ar ?log! As the years of his empty life - went on - seven dull, aching years had already passed-Donald felt him self like a hypocrite every birthday ' and Christmas when he asked for .'what he wanted most." "Books," his lips said, while his ?ery soul was crying "dog!" "A sweater-a V-shaped sweater." "Dog!" demanded tho inner long ing. "Skates." "Dog!" and-so on each year until the eventful year that held the won derful day. . , - It was June-full June end vaca tion just began! The call ol! freedom Only served to make Donald yearn afresh for the companionship of a dog. He hated to go with toys who owned dogs. He was afraid he would try to win affection from dogs that ought hy all divine right to belong to masters only. Once he had made Tom Allen's Trixey follow him a whole mile even wLv-n Tom's whistle grew ever fainter and fainter. ,T)m had told him what he thought of a fellow who. would do a thing like that, and Donald, with sollen glance, realized that Tom was right. No, every fellow must have his own dog. While Donald was indulging in the bitterness of his thoughts, Mr. Steele, his father, came out of the house, and prepared to mount his wheel. He felt the tires, and. when he found them hard and unrelenting, he grew jovial. ' "What are you going to do to day, Don?" he asked., "Better cele brate the first free day." - "There isn't anything to do!" Donald answered, lookiag gloomily over the sun-lighted lawn. "What ?can ? fellow do without-a dog?*' "Oh/' said father, and he whistled cheerily. "So that's lt. Same old dog, eh?" "Yes. When I'm a man. I'm going to set up a dog first thing." "Better wait to see what your wife will sar." ,i Burning tears rose to Don's an 4?ry eyes. They even jeered at his .longing. He could not stand it! He would run away! For a day, any -way, they should seek him and not find him, then maybe they would at ?leasi respect his sorrow. fr "With all his worldly wealth (it was ten cents) Donald slunk from the house. No one noticed him, and beyond the iron gates vacation and a June world lay before him. Seven miles to the west lay Lake Consola tion. The name was inviting; be sides, it had a good swimming beach. The boys were permitted to go there alone, for it was a safe, shallow lake, and the water was sheltered and warm. Perhaps after walking seven hot, weary miles, his despair,- would permit of a bath and the pleasure i} lt always brought! So on Don plodded. Perhaps it i was an hour later when, dust covered j and weary, he noticed a soft patter behind him. He turned quickly, and there, close at his heels, was a dog. It was a thin, unattractive yellow animal. Its hair bristled up in an unkempt, disorderly fashion, and even Don could see it was just plain -dog! But, oh! its eyes! Brown they were, and faithful and loving. Poor little brute! In all its life, probably, it had never had anyone to. be faithful to or to love; but its heart had never lost its willingness to do both, and that accounted for its eyes. ."Whew!" whispered Don; and he. Sank down pn the dusty road and called the dog .to him. The yellow stranger took time to consider. A boy. walking away from him held pos sibilities his heart yeaimed for, but that his experience had often proved unreliable. A boy inviting him to come nearer was another matter. Boys had ways worthy of inspection and caution. The two looked long at each other, and the need in each lov ing heart sprang into trust. With a wag of a poor scrub of a tall, the dog, like, a yellow streak; made for the outstretched arms; and, with the satisfied feeling of a long-cherished desire granted, Don hugged the small beggar to his heart "I don't believe you belong to a living soul," whispered Don. Ap pearances certainly upheld this be- j lief; but the dog. with a confiding .yelp, acknowledged the fact at once. "Then-for t'?is day-you are mine!" Th? thin, squirming body palpitated with agreement. 'Your name is Jingo." Through the empty years that name evolved as one eminently fitting for the dog that-never-was. The present re cipient gave a low whine of delight Perhaps he, too, had dreamed of-j Jingo as the name a dog belonging to some one ought to have. "Come on, Jingo!" Don released the dog, and assumed the kindly, gruff tone of the master ot a well about our sleep: pursuing, creep ll awaking; neat or unrest. g Ava H more blest, ;e when.day was breaking, . little life and strife? s have passed its portal? / that we dreamed, ib?txl vision^ teemed, re. immortr.l. Ethel M. Coleman, in The Century. beloved dog, who did not wish listen ers to think him weak. "Come on, sir!" Jingo responded, and at such close quarters that he almost tripped Don up. The boy began to whistle airily and happily. The dog, feeling his day had come, gave himself up to all the puppy tricks that his starved and unloved youth had denied. He chased a butterfly, keeping an eye on Don meanwhile. He did not want to trust too far. He ran after a squirrel, and then dashed back at Don's whistle as promptly as if he had "been trained in the moat select kennel. Ha pranced and tore around in circles, in ten minutes he learned to "beg," and by an innate instinct common to all animals he began to look hopefully to Don for something In return for the begging. Then did Don regret having left homo unprovided with food. He be gan, without hope, to feel pangs of hunger, and an awful alternative faced him. To go home av! get food meant to part with Jinp>? The mis ery of this sudds'A realization turned him ill. \ He bent down and clasped the yellow dog to his breast Had he courage to die for Jingo! Well, if death awaited them, at least they would have their fling now. Lake Consolation was but a mile distant. There lay distraction Cor an hour. They scampered on. They swam in the warm, shallow water; they lay and dried upon the smooth, sunny besch, and then went In again. Jingo displayed a passion 'or kissing his newly-acquired mas ter, and also for nipping his bare inkles with the abandon of a dog crho had had ankles at his disposal la the past! Boy and dog were supremely, ab" 'olutely happy, but hunger and a ranishing day warned them that ?arthiy joys were fleeting. At last Don faced the final argu ment: he was starved to death! 'Come on, sir," he said in so tragic i tone that Jingo whined, and gazed enderly Into his master's eyes. Slowly, ploddingly, the two re faced their steps. There was no ?utterflies and little sunlight The vagging tail drooped; the boy, tired md weak from lack of food, bent and Slathered the dog to hi3 heart. Both vere silent now. Jingo grew heavier ind heavier. He slept trustfully In he safe shelter of the dim June twi ight Don's tears fell upon the ough, yellow hair. They were the j ears of renunciation. Then up the road, in the gloaming, :ame Temptation. It was in' the form ?f a traveling lunch wagon, and was n command of a smooth-spoken man, ceen for trade. "Fine animile, you're got there!" "Yes," said Don proudly. "Good watch dog?" ) "You bet!" Had not Jingo watched ill day? "Well, the deg I had last, he used 0 sit on the seat of my wagon and ?ark, while I had to leave now. and hen for business. I want to get an ther dog, and I don't mind paying br him. How about a nice chicken )ie new and a bottle of fresh, creamy nilk?". Did that man recall the days of lis own boyhood?-the wet hair, the jmpty stomach that accompany the runaway bather? All the hunger .ose in Don at the call, and Jingo ose, too, sniffing eagerly as he braved lis little fore paws against his mas er's shoulders. . "Make a trade? Chicken pie and 1 glass of milk agin a yaller dog!" "You said a bottle of milk!" Don jroke in. "That's 'fore I got a good look at :he animile," the man laughed coarsely. "How much ic your chicken pie?" Don asked with dignity. "A nickel." "How much is your milk?" "A dime, a bottle; a nickel, a glass." "Give me a pie and a glass o? milk." "And what do I get in return?" "A dime," Don returned, and he showed his money. The man picked out the smallest pie poured out a meagre glass of milk, and handed them to Don. The boy put Jingo and the glass upon the ground in close range: and Jingo, driven by hunger and unham pered by self-sacrificing ancestry, drank that milk as fast as he could lap it Don gave the glass back to the man and picked the dog up. "You won't part with the dog?" asked the fellow. "No!" Don spoke sturdi1*', al though he had already planned Just how he was to part with his treasure in a short time. A half-mile from home Don halted. The chicken pie was in his coat pock et-Jingo was noElng it rapturously. "Jingo-we've-got-to - say - good-by!" The yellow dog wiggled from the SWealth is mental; wealth ii is, to l)uy just things: a dollar ? all the genius and all the virtt !university ls worth more than a schooled, law-abiding commun! where dice, knives and arsenic If a trader refuses to sell hi's right, he makes so much mor 8every- acre in the State is worth -From Emerson's Essay on "\ clinging arms. Eoy and ?og wera on all fours now. . "I never had such a day!" Don gave a dull sob. Jingo evidently agreed with him, ; for he whined pathetically. "I-I-know-you-won't-think me-a mean-sneak-old-old fel ? low, if I give you-the-the cut ' will you?" j Jingo considered. "Now speak, sir!" Don took out the little chicken j pie and held it alluringly close to I the sniffing nose. Jingo decided to think well of his I master, and voiced his opinions in I shrill yelps. "Good-by." Tho boyish head was I pressed against tho shaggy sides. , "Speak, sir!" "Slr" spoke in no doubtful terms, and sprang toward the pie. Don put it down, waited until the sharp little teeth had crunched into it, then he turnod and-fled. Don could not sleep well that night; weariness, sorrow and blight ed affection kept him awake. He tossed on his bed in his moonlighted room and thought of-Jingo. Then upon the midnight air there arose a deep, full howl, the cry of a wan derer who sought aid. Don flew to the window. There on the bright lawn sat Jingo. He had digested lils chicken pie and was reudy for hin master. , Another howl. Don heard his fa ther stir in the room beyond. "Go away, sir!" It was his father's voice, stern and commanding. Jingo, like any right-minded dog who had had a master for a whole day, answered by a series of defiant yelps. "He'll wake Katherine," came In a frightened whisper from marama. Don heard his father going down stairs. It was time for action. In white pajamas he ran from the room, and joined hl? father in the lower hall. "Father!" a sudden and awful fear possessed him, "It's only -Jingo." .?. .-?!*r.. .A?? "Jingo!" " ^wwfla^ "Yes, sir. My dog Jingo." Mamma was listening from above. "How did h? become your dog, Don?" Then outpoured the pitiful story, accompanied by the yelps rind de manding howls of the outcast. "I didn't disobey, father. I tried to unown him, but-you-see." "Jingo is evidently not content with his day," father was laughing. "He wants more. Let's take a look at him." The door was opened and Don called. In rushed Jingo, very yellow, very bristling, very much annoyed at the delay, but frankly delighted with his welcome. Don never understood, but sud denly mother said, "Let him stay for the present." It was up to Jingo after that to make permanent the "present" And he went resolutely to work. Never was more love and devotion wrapped up in a shaggy yellow body. With good food and proper attention the yellow hair became soft as silk and the lean body round and com fortable.- He guarded everything that belonged to the family with a fierceness out of all proportion to his size, and for him Katherine de serted her army of dolls. He rol licked after Mr. Steele's wheel, and he cocked his head in adoration when the canary sang. He knew no jeal ousy or guile, and he was as faithful as old dog Tray. But to Don did he give the worship of his sunny nature. No call could lure him from his master's side when Don said, "Here, sir!" To see Don stalk abroad among the other fellows with their dogs was a goodly sight, and it all came from recognizing the "day" and making the most of it. Harriet T. Comstock, in Christian Register. .Paradoxical as it may seem, farm ers' wives of Berks County, Pa., keep sweet corn perfectly fresh all winter by salting it down in stone crocks or cedar tubs. A quadrangular screen, which opens or closes as a door to which it is attached at the top ls opened or closed, invented by a Kansan, is said to prevent flies and other insects from entering a house. Although the name of Pasteur gen erally is associated with the treat ment of hydrophobia which he dis covered, he also discovered the way to kill the micro-organisms which sour new wine, and an effective rem edy against the parasites which kill silkworms before they spin their co coons. ^.,J;. -Aift**.^* At a cost of nearly $5,000,000 the British Admiralty will construct a line of huge concrete blocks at Spit head .to force vessels to use a de fined channel. Naval maneuvres have shown that it is possible for small craft to creep up to the shore at night. The beneficial effect of storage up on the sanitary quality of water is now well established. A further con tribution to the data on the subject has just been made public in the form of a report by Dr. A. C. Hous ton, director of water examinations. Metropolitan water board, London. Eighteen 4000 c. c. portions of wate:, divided equally among the Thames, Lea and New Rivers, were infected with from forty to S,000,000 typhoid bacilli. At weekly Intervals bacter ial counts were made until no ty phoid germs were found. 3 moral. Tho value of a dollar goes on increasing in value with ie of the world. A dollar in a dollar in a jail; in a temperate, ty, than in some sink of crime, : are in constant play.' . . . i vote, or adheres to some odious e equity in Massachusetts, and . more in the hour of his action. Vealth." A HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW. There's a picture in the window Of a little shop I know, With boys and giris dressed as they were A hundred years ago. And since I saw it, 1 have thought, And keep on thinking how The children, maybe, will be dressed A hundred years from now. Will girls wear caps or farthingales, Or hoops in grand array? Will they wear bows like butterflies, Just as they do to-day? Will boys wear jackets short, or tie Their hair in queues? Just how They'll really look, I'd like to know A hundred years from now. What do you think the girls and boys Will eat in those far days? Will they be fed on breakfast foods In many sorts of ways? Will all the good and tasty things Be worse for them than rice? Will ice cream soda make them sick, And everything that's nice? Will children's books have pictures then, Or just all reading be? Perhaps they'll be hand-painted and Most beautiful to see. But when I think of those I have, I truly don't see how They can be any prettier A hundred years from now. -Sarah ?soble-Ives, in St. Nicholas. BABIES TO SELL. pDear me! What do you call that?" The missionary shaded her eyes from the setting Indian sun and peered down the road. At first, a tent woven of straw seemed to be walking straight to" wards her, but soon she saw three pairs of brown legs were beneath. She watched with growing interest. Straight on- they came, and halted under a spreading banyan tree on the mission premises. Then the tent be gan slowly to come down, and settled, as If for the night. ."Dear ms!" said the new mission ary again, "I wonder if they are going to stay here. I must see what they want-In tho morning." And so when morning came and the mission ary felt very brave, she walked out to call on her new neighbors. A big man with no shoe3 or stock ings or hat or shirt was cooking breakfast in a tiny brass pot placed upon a few stones. A little girl was scouring her shining white teeth with a piece of charcoal. "Salaam," said tho man, putting his hands together at his forehead and bowing almost to the ground. ' "Salaam," said the little girl, shyly, and then running towards the tent she pulled away the straw door and looked as if to say, "Won't you go in?" . The missionary stooped and put her head inside, and what do you think she saw? The dearest, littlest mite of a brown baby lay on the ground blinking its eyes in the light; and over in the corner, on a pile of weeds, lay the poor, sick mamma. The little girl carried the baby out side in her arms. "It's a nice, fat baby," she said, kissing it. The man frowned. "The gods are angry with us. They send us only girls." Then he straightened him self up and looked at the missionary. "Will you buy it, your honor? We are too poor to fill so many mouths, and this is but a girl." The sick mamma, hearing the words, crept to the door. "Oh, Miss Sahib." she pleaded, "dp take her. Your face is kind; you will be good to her. She won't be much trouble. Soon she will be big and can serve you. Please take her, Miss Sahib. Don't leave her," and the face had a piteous, frightened look. "I won't buy your baby, but I will take care of it if you wjjl give it to me," said the missionary, soberly, for she knew that every year in India many little girl babies, which are not wanted, die mysteriously, or are sold to wicked men. "Take her," said the father, crossly. The mother lifted her head for one long kiss and a parting caress. The big tears ran down the little sirter's face. The next morning, when the mis sionary looked out, the straw house was gone, and only a few ashes showed where the visitors had been. But the new baby, who one day-God willing-should go back to teach her people about the kind heavenly Fa ther who loves little girls.as well as boys, slept sweetly on her clean blanket.-Mabel Lessing, in Chil dren's. Missionary Friend. -* " INDIANS. As I spent two months of the past winter in California, I thought I would tell you of some of my experi ences on the way out. On the second day after wo left Chicago the scenery became so very interesting that I spent most of the time on the obser vation platform at the end of our long train. In the morning, after we had crossed the Canyon Diable, we com menced to see the mud huts and adobes of the Indians. Every once in a while we would catch a glimpse of tho Indian women in their shawls and Navajo blankets. Some of them would have their pappooses strapped to their backs. We would wave ;o them, and while some just stared at us; others would wave back. Outside of the adobes were their mud ovens, where they cooked their meals. Fur ther on we would see thu male In dians plowing in the fields. They would stop just long enough to wave their hands, and then take up the plows and trudge on. Whenever the train stopped to get water, the Indian women would come down to the train to sell their pottery and bead work. They would come to our platform and lift up their wares, saying, "Ten zentz; twenta-vive zentz," etc. As they had very pretty things, almost every one bought something. About njbon we stopped for about forty min utes, at Albuquerque, a most Interest ing place. Next to the station is an Indian building whero the Indians' rugs, pottery, baskets and bead work are displayed and sold. In one cor ner bf the room I saw a great many people collecting. I soon found out the attraction. There was an Indian woman weaving a wonderful Navajo rug, and beside her was a tiny Indian girl weaving a smaller rug on her own little loom. My smaller sister was quite interested about her and, after giving her a few coins, asked how old she was. She held up six little copper-colored fingers and then motioned to find out my sister's age. It happened that Louise was six also, and it pleased the little girl very much. After buying a few things we went back to the train and started once more on our journey. As my letter is already too long, I will have to finish telling about the happy times I had In California some other time.-Marion Hall, in the New York Tribune. LILY OP THE VALLEY. Once upon a time, a long while ago, there lived in a tiny house near a large garden a fairy mother with ever and ever so many fair children. All the children were dressed alike, In green slippers and stockings, white suits and white pointed} caps with a dewdrop shining on top. ' One evening the fairy mother said: "You may take your small ivory buck ets and fill them with dew from the-, flowers In the garden, but be sure to come home before the sun rises." Off they started, running and swinging the buckets In their hands; instead of working, they began to teeter, on the grass blades and play hide-and-seek among the flowers. And* do you know, they played and played all that night, and forgot all about the dew and the Ivory buckets, till the great red sun could bc seen. It was past time for going home and too late to gather dew. What would the fairy mother say? "We'll hang our ivory buckets on these stems, and to-night come and fill them," they said. Then they went home, and they fels, very sorry when they saw how sad their fairy mother looked. As soon as the sun went down, they hurried to the garden. First one lit tle fairy, then another and another, tried to pick his bucket from the stem where he had left it, but lt was of no use. All the buckets were tightly fastened to the stems and turned up side down. They have been fastened that way ever since, and perhaps if you look in your garden you will find some of the fairies' ivory buckets.-Emma L. Hammond, In Kindergarten Review. RETURNING GOOD FOR EVIL. Among the captives carried away from the land of Israel by the army of the King of Syria was a little girl, who became handmaid to the wife of the captain of the Syrian army. Now, when the little captive maid found that her master suffered from a ter rible illness, she remembered the great prophet in her own land, who was ablo to heal people of disease. And she told her mistress that if only her master could see the prophet who dwelt in Samaria he could be cured. So the Syrian captain went to the land of Israel asking to be cured. Now the King of Israel feared that he had only come to seek a quarrel. But when the prophet heard of his visit he sent and told him to wash seven times in the River Jordan and he would be cleansed. But the Syrian captain was too proud to do as the prophet bade, saying, "Are not the rivers of Damascus bet ter than the waters of Israel?" And he went away in a rage. Afterward his servants persuaded him to do as the prophet had said. And he went and dipped seven times in the Jordan, and was at once cleansed of his dis ease. Do, you remember the names of the Syrian captain and of the prophet to whom he was sent by the kind hearted little captive maid?-Wash, Ington Star. A WISE PROVISION. If the world were to become bird less, it is estimated that lt would tak9 only nine years for the bugs and in sects to eat up all the crops and orchards, so' that man simply could not live, in spite of all the sprays and poisons that ever were or will be invented. When boys kill birds they destroy their best friends. If we fool ishly kill them in order to protect the crops, we may find that we have only protected destructive insects, and that they will eat a- hundred times more than the bird would have destroyed.-Philadelphia Record. A WHALE. Perhaps you would like to hear about the whale I saw on my way to Maine this summer. We were sitting on the deck of the steamer when, away in the distance, we saw a large jet of water shoot into the air. The people all hurried to the side deck, and when the fountain of water had stopped we could see the whale. It looked like a large, black rock pro jecting from the water. Every once in a while it threw up jets of water, j until it was lost to sight.-Helen Henderson, in the New York Tribune Seven Sisters in Wedding Party. Mrs. John Sweeney, 1579 Kenmore avenue, and seven of her eight daugh ters helped to make up a unique Wed ding party Wednesday night when two of the daughters-Miss Kather ine and Miss Alice-were married in St. Mary's of the Lake Church to Thomas J. Hyland and Gerald Dunno respectively. Because of tho close family resemblance between the young women-much facetious appre hension was expressed by spectators lest thc young brides to be experi ence embarrassment at the altar. The brides were attended by tho twin sister of Miss Katherine, Mrs. Walter Birmingham,.while four other sisters fell in line as bridesmaids, one sister being ill. The bridesmaids were all similarly attired.-Chicaga News. A horse can live twenty-five days without solid food, merely drinking water; seventeen days without either eating or drinking, and only five days when eating solid food without drink 1 lng. Pretty Garters So many women complain that the patent fasteners on the garters, which are attached to the corsets, tear out the stockings, but there is a claver woman who has found a way out of the difficulty. She sews-two bits of white tape to the top of her stock ings and places them so they are each just where the patent fasteners usually come in contact with the stockings. She then removes the fasteners from the garters and uses, in their steady little pieces of ribbon which match the color used in her corset cover. When she puts on her stockings in the morning she slips the ribbon in the loop of the garter and then through the tape in her stocking, tying the end in a neat bow. Not only does this method save the stockings and lengthen their period of usefulness, but it makes a pretty finish far more dainty than the patent fastener could possibly be. The form of the arrangement might even be varied. Brown tape might be fastened on brown stock ings, and one might even have a bit of brown ribbon. Again, a button hole might be worked in the top of the stocking, in which'case the tape might be dispensed with. Surely it would be better to even go to that much trouble than to spend count less hours in the uncongenial task of mending slipped threads.-Pittsburg Dispatch. Hospitality. Webster defines the word as "treating guests with generous kind ness" without reward; "liberal en tertainment." I have often noted the slurs cast upon poor anxious Eible Martha. If the truth were told, she deserves more credit than her spiritually minded sister, who sat at Kis feet unconcerned as to the prep aration of dinner. The common heroes of life do not usually wear the laurels. Hospitality means a giving our friends of our common fare, as did as .?* "cs CU S=3 Empress Cake.-Ha\ same of caster sugar, th teaspoonful of baking po1 ounces of glace cherries with buttered paper. Cr Well whisk the eggs. S powder, and add the lem some flour and egg to th< in. Pour half of the mix layer of the cherries, cut mixture. Bake first in a about three-quarters of a; the blessed old patriarchs, as they dwelt in tents. Sometimes at our house I am caught with a "meat bone" dinner, but what matter, so there is enough to "go around." A pick up meal will do, If there's enough of it. I am domantic and like to do things out of the cut-an'-dried order. Some times we eat under an oak tree in the yard. Again we drag the meat bench to the grape arbor, and Lad and I serve a sylvan rcpa.-t. Lad is only ten and never sniffs at my notions. My pessimistic family say "Oh, mother, what if worms would fall into the coffee!" We used to have a sentimental neighbor who was plain and toothless, when her patched stonemason husband came to supper the meal was eaten Tinder an apple tree. It was generally bread and butter and cheese and cold meat-and tea (clear), for they were old Yan kees with "icears." I did not poke fun, but smiled at Darby and Joan, the counterparts of the ancient York shire lovers.-Aunt Susan, in tho In diana Farmer. Advanced, But Still Eve-Lilce. If the changes wrought by electric ity are stupendous, the changes brought about by the new occupa tions and aims of women are scarcely less so, says a writer in Appleton's. Within the last twenty-five years an astonishingly short period for so great a development-women em erging from the home, from the old conventional narrowness of sninister iiood and the uncertain conditions of dependency, whether happy or un happy, have entered almost every field of activity once sacred to men. They demanded first higher educa tion, and obtained It, so that in less than a generation an unheard-of thing became a commonplace. Som ber, intense women of the early sev enties made it possible in a few short years for any pink-cheeked child ol eighteen to enter college and take her curls and picture hats and airy graces with her, square waists and flat heels being no longer synonymous with a knowledge of Greek. After they had become trained in the higher branches the next step was easy They entered the professions of medicine, of law, of architecture. They invaded newspaper offices and business offices; and there are now strong signs that they are invading politics, thouin it is probable thal they are taking their femininity with them, according to the evidence ol Mrs. Cobden Sanderson, who told in a speech at Cooper Union that the first remark made by one of her de voted band, after she had been hus tled into the Black Maria, was the immortal "Is my hat on straight?' As long as women still care for thc proper tilt of their millinery you maj scratch a suffragette and find Eve. Lies About thc Feet. "I don't see why people always lie about their feet," said the shoe clerk as his customer departed after giv ing him a bad half hour. "I don't mean on the size of their foot, foi it's only natural to wish to have, oi rather to make other people thiuJi you have, small feet. But why ? great, burly man with his feet nubbj with bunions should insist that hi; shoes never trouble him and that lu never has any trouble in getting a lit is beyond me. Why, if I put an ord inary shoe on such a man he wouk cuss wita pain, and he knows lt. He knows also that I have to hunt around until I find some freak ;shoo that will fit his misshapen old foot, but all the time he declares that he never has bunions or corns like most people. Women who seem to bo sens ible enough In all other ways come in here and declare that they do not know what a corn is, when they wince with pain every time I touch their little toe. When they are forced to declare that the shoe hurts in one spot or another they Insist it is be cause their feet have a shape par ticularly their own. Sometimes they; will admit they have a 'little cal loused place,' but a corn, oh, dear, no. Sometimes in a thin, lightweight shoe I can fairly see the'corns hunch ing out under the leather, but I have to say diplomatically that the fit ls 'not good,' or that the customer has a 'peculiarly sensitive foot,' or some other nonsense, If I want to keep their trade."-New York Press. Queen Repairs an Auto. Queen Helena of Italy probably ia the only woman automobile enthus iast who has surprised a baffled chauffeur by pointing out to him the delect in a motor. The Queen did this on a country road near Naples, and for a couple of weeks all Italy has been singing her praise. Thus we see on what a slender thread tho popularity of crowned heads may hang. Helena always has been pop ular in Italy, but it took a little in cident like this to draw the warmest expressions of admiration' since sh'i mounted the throne with King Em manuel. There was no. chance in he;: work, either, for it meant only that, the Queen turned to the advantage of the moment the experience sh?> had gained in automobiling with her husband. Emmanuel is one of tho most enthusiastic drivers In Europe. He seldom is accompanied by a chauf feur, but almost always by his wife. He has ten cars and every ene of the ten motors was assembled by him. When he buys a car an expert work man attends the royal garage until re ready six ounces of butter and the ree eggs, nine ounces of flour, half rvder, grated rind of lemon and four cut into halves. Line a cake tin cam together the butter and sugar. . ieve together the flour and baking on rind to it. N?xt add alternately ? butter and sugar till all are. mixed ture Into the tin, then sprinkle in a in halves. Next add the rest of the quick oven, then' in a cooler one for a hour. the King takes the car apart and fits it together in perfect running order. The Queen went to watch him at work one day and found it so inter esting that he since has enlightei her as to the construction of all' cars. Thus when the breakdown oc curred on the Naples highway tho Queen was in position to teach the . chauffeur his business. Thousands of American women could have done it. but to the royalty loving minds of' Europe the fact that a Queen should know the intricacies of a piece of ma chinery is looked upon as marvelous, -New York Press. Metal buckles appear on many hats. Many of the new skirts are crossed in the front. Voluminous coiffures are predicted for the winter. ? Wings are larger than .they hav* ever been before. Feather trimming upon hats con tinues very profuse. There are fewer quill3 on autumn hats than last year. A key design of pearls and silver is. the decoration on a Greek costume of Nattier-blue satin. The close, small hat is ideal for motoring and among the prettiest of them are tne feather toques. There seems to be no limit to the width o? the barettes being worn below the knot of hair, at the back. Few light browns will be used, ex cept as trimming or for an evening wrap, the colors being dark and rich. Among narrow trimmings there are all sorts of braided designs in one- ' half and three-quar.ter-inch widths In gold or in blends of all colors or black. While the styles are on the soft, clinging order, the fabrics are as a rule quite glossy as io surface-no? stiff or stand-outish, be it understood, but bright. Pale mauve flannel of a very, fine quality is used for a morning house gown cut princess that has a panel ex tending from the throat quite to the edge of the dress. Nile green and a shade known as aubergine' or eggplant are used for some of the hats. These are won drously rich in tone. The two tones are very prominent. Women are fascinated by the new ribbed silk-covered hats with their . traceries of soutache upon the brims and sometimes upon the crowns, and with edgings of silk cord. Dark-eyed women can wear moft of the brown shades, but she who has been fair in her youth will, with profit, select the deeper, richer shades of brown, rather than- those inclined to golden. The woman who studies effects in dress never buys a house dress or even a kimona just because It ia pretty. She buys a color and design . that will harmonize with the^sur rouudings among which it will bs ' worn. \