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FEET from GAVE N _ IN 1 the igh it ility adâ€" TAL ";-‘nzu the u.: time I -.h.u be gee you for a great many mt’h. Miss {mm " Are you to tell my forâ€" tune ?" she in with a halfâ€" suppressed yawn. _ "Eome read the book of fate b{."d z these lines, Lu so#, t Intersect each other like a tal W **"â€"holdâ€" Ing out her delieatelyâ€"cut, :ahlly sunburned hand for his Mark seizes it between both his own an unwise action enough; but the introduction, one note of warning , just, with a girl as keenly IIIVHO the ridiculous as Jet ('u.r?lu-. the very worst pulz open for him to adopt, . Y« rk, however, is far too tared, ’u too deeply, too pasâ€" slona enamored, to _ think _ of weighing his impulses in the balunce "If we had only a pack of cards," u&:.fi, seating berself besido a thon"~"If wo bad enly a pagk of vnrde; â€"*"* we & we might onllvuugn- terrible 60 minutes with a game of ccarte. Or do you understand fortuncâ€"telling ? Corm ham a genlus for it. Long beâ€" fore rflm deekded on uln-! me, Cora lo::fl dnlwr: I should * m-:“-y fate * â€"â€"ball, mysterious course, with the usual drawback of the malâ€" ignant fatr woman) in the south. Do you understand fortuncâ€"telling, Mr. Ausben ? # CHAPPER IIL "I Pity the Peeress." He drawa ur a chair to about threo feet distant from her, and beginsâ€" yes, ou my word as a faithful narraâ€" tor, beginsâ€"without one syllable of Who shall say his gods have not been propitious to him at Iast? ‘They move across the room ; Jet on tiptoe, Learing the candies; young About 10" lad a foriten hope, follow» a ad a wâ€" Ing * They "opetr t door That lonis imto a . smali slttingâ€"room, close it nulsel them, and _ And Mark Austen an hour‘s undis« turbed talk with the objJect of his And, muffling his | furred _ cloak around him, the Invalid Hes passively down on & sofa, closes his oyes, and in a fow minuws‘ time, as far as a man‘® state can be judged of by others than himself, is in the land than if Paclo wera bere," adde the girl. "Mr. Austen and I take all reâ€" wponsibility in our own bands." _ _ _ Mr. Conyngham whakes bis head __" 1 never éleep while I am traveliing, my dearâ€"It would be scarcely an exâ€" aggeration to way that I never slecp wb the form of lying down. It is a duty to nuh.mrl’ulz busband nn-}i while we can." _ 4 ade Ju DX besides} these fow little partels and to look nfter, P‘apa, do you hear? Mr. Austen, at a sacâ€" rifice of most nlum-o. is kindly Wnfl-uoâ€" ; «o you can m and eleop for just one hour and five an:‘?'n- need have no more trouble al or porters than if Paclo wrn‘g:g? adde the "Je of the Vrs. moulym. ‘i’.‘,.':;..“j";:".:.:gr"\n" Paolo; and | we n-mm hfi for hi-*fiuâ€""" 1 _" You have preparaâ€" tions still to mak ln-tw’m. m:lflhllulu';mnnondun "Out of the way ?" repeats Jet, eoolly. "On the contrary, I think you would do.well to stop aud he of use, if your friend can spare you." = On, q{hlrlllflâ€"" _ "Je of the Vre. Harris typeâ€"hypoâ€" stone, he has necompanied Jet and her father thus far upon their journey gfimfit"m’.&'fi;’ o nd has m:n‘ im), _ Ai i7 rs a little more fl,inlc than usual lor his pains! " You have preparaâ€" "1â€"I su _1 ought to be going." that with those last ten minâ€" utes of twilight beside the window went his Inst chance of declaring himâ€" self. On the lrmuut protext of looking up a sc friend at Folkeâ€" table, and is again gazing, despondâ€" ently at the arrangement of the lnnlu’bu-. Mark Austen is too thoroughly engrussed in his own not overâ€"cheerful reflections to catch the drift of Miss Conyngham‘s whisper. _ _ HMappily, the impertinence is lost. air C ongigh i e ts oS " "Mr. Laurence Pircn 1 should cerâ€" lc‘.-lnlr- m n--l-;';n‘n I to â€"?t m street, -|Mn Lady Austen are more vivid. You do Mr. Austen ?" _ "Not the very least in the world, s'l: told, sir," is Mark‘s quick anâ€" * Ah! Cetait M. son pere qul n‘etait pas #i bicn," murmurs Jet, under her TN Nmd 001. eat in his fellowâ€"erentures ends, You might mit next bim at dinner and breakfast through half a winter, and, unlcss you committed some nct bearâ€" Ing directly his personal comfort â€"such as an lliâ€"fitting winâ€" dow, curing an lous draught or l::rllhâ€"yoth would {'fil l;) {mpm- uy mind your personality upon his mind. | _ _ not resemble your mother, I passing months with the same sot #hoflumdfil large invalld botels along the Riviâ€" era, seeing every kind of rocial drama, every v 5 dlun.bnln:i friendship, nonâ€"charitablenes=, play out under his very eyesâ€"he continues i sils artaiternt,, ioumap nee on in his boot..qur physical allments, real or fancied, may, Trom his general strength mnor spirits for the cultivaâ€" tion of such Interests. From the enâ€" tries in my nameâ€"book I appear to have met this gentleman frequently â€"each time, it would scem, Mr. Ausâ€" ten, in the society of members : ln-ll{.'l‘hu k ‘f.«. hmwmu know Mr. Laurence Biron by sight were 1to meet him in the «treot. m.mmg:w-u:"‘: laid bare in the admission. _ Living winter after winter in the most con= densed atmosphere of go«ipâ€"L reâ€" know Mr. Laurence Biron by sight | about the cornera of her were 1to meet him in the «treot. "*By the time you had M-mmy.rw-u:"‘: u'fl.li'n-dlht:v:ru 'mw‘ tharac Before we go any laid bare in the admission. _ Living | ten, before I even attem winter after winter in the most con=| will you tell me if it is a densed atmosphere of go«ipâ€"L r0â€"| riddle? Cora and Adoiph frain from using a stronger wordâ€"| masters of the art, but TSmp S NELWS with ~ medical subjects, memory. Here his interâ€" I can go through IN THE WINNING. think N esd Aulinne C _ EY igld on "oaineiorms ;o_‘_.hlf in such a wounding n:ll‘::.. ver seppecet gd of wueh Follys‘ in never % loteâ€"with me ! ml have I done, I of all ”‘:..“”{" should dare tell ‘"A "ouk Of : bogiive Fopulsion _is ve on ‘Iwr face, _ Bho dcnw:mlnu far away from hi as it is lrn-lhh for her to do witfout actually quitting her chair. Mark Austerys fiery tomper rises. " You are apuming a tone that the occasion not warrant," ho exâ€" elaims, hotly/ "A man, eyen a landâ€" surveyor, not offer an affront to m girl whes ho tells her that ho loves her. /in asking you to be my wifeâ€"yos, Hiss C 1 repeat the obnox/es words, my wifeâ€"1 pay you as high a ul-tu! could pay _ any / pecress England. "Do ypa? 1 am sorry for the pecress. / 1 had always thaah!." criee J¢, with indignation, "that _ To the passlon of love she has never come nearer than in/the pages of a threeâ€"volume novel; and its outward and n:”iw; mmtrntlm:h-‘- ‘-Iwfll on ® ce, = feet l;g_umlfif 'f. _. < < _ In the course of the two years and a half during which she has been conâ€" aldered "out," the nnc:k:l J‘n Ou‘l: yogham‘s p:haul ex ce in ma ters of sontiment hu‘.bnn considerâ€" able. ‘There was the doctor‘s nssist« ant (with his valentine) of whom | 1 h-n‘,m. d'l‘lan 'Il?.:d been the at lmm balls; the devoted atâ€" tentions of !mn Lord Starcros, aged 1 mt Retik ols psdane, mer; and there have been two hopeâ€" loss curates. _ TR Te\ _ The girl colors from temple to chin ; she turns away from him sharply. _ Ei'u-'iii at this Instant, that I could in love with any woman on the face of the earth but yourself ?" _ ____ _ _ "On y homor, C 1 hare 7ou uver serioualy timight, do ‘mu“g:-nmu oo M dn auk pectod. as soon as she can -ra at all, se tells him. "Cora and 1 have often tho.flnlâ€"â€" "Go on, Mias Coaynflnu. I beg." "That you might in loveâ€"with Wilhelminia Thompson, or the . eldest Miss Fairleigh, perbaps, as neither of them is in ber first youth. But to hear wfl. Mark Austen, taik of a wife! ‘hy, you mre only a boy. _ You have jJust lefé school. I believe you never »moked n ¢lgar, never wore a tailâ€" cont, Fafore you eame to Duiford. Now did you, on your honor.?" _ % L !Koc exnctly. At all events, ‘Inâ€" dian forests,‘ anyth In the _ serâ€" vico, has n botter has it not ?* "I should have to learn my work for two years and a baif under a practical m{!cnlr l!n France or Germany, After Cns Te He T“ so red, he looks so miserable, that Jet‘s heart ls aimoat touched. "I should be bottor able to support a. Wiis, Jn In‘lin, thas half the officers "Position! I should profer my own state of mind bvlv.thn of a gen« tleman !" exelaims rk. "That, howâ€" ever, is not a point we need discuss. If I pass this examination, Miss Conâ€" e atione Sork « . ® no obnozxious profes«lon a landâ€"surâ€" proceead toouree his reit? Tut ‘upon sult ; : los» mlmau than that . of lflr,. e T glo:-,I i J“no.""l T onpine; marks, e w about as llewl{nln as any m could have to offér." "You see you mre in such a dreadâ€" ful professlon," says Jot, with qulet pity. "If your parents, as you have Ioldmmulu-nl‘m-mm urmy, why in the world you op~ L-:ounn?lu the army a man ma ‘onr head nnlmo‘nn in deb?, 'lll extravagantâ€"any ‘ou _ choose ; and lulf.(u tong llng.,lllll‘llfr not to be eashiered) the position that of a gentleman." . _ _ _ _ _ is coming next. "Please don‘t be tragle." she cries, imploringly. "Whenever Iseo human life presented wndor highâ€"falutin asâ€" pects it makes me bystorical. I saw the finest metor in London, Mr. â€"â€"â€" (I forget his name), aet Charles L., and when chopoarzll:fwotlnn of Henrietta Maria, all the peoâ€" ple around the theatre were searchâ€" Iug for their handkerchlefs, I laughed. Aunt Gwendoline said my . conduct was irroligious. I could not help it. These thlnr nre the result of temâ€" perament. r"{o- were to be pathetie now, 1 should be hysterical, and, If 1 were leal, I should _ wake papa, so pleaseâ€"don‘t!" _ _ __. _ "Youâ€"are affecting to _ jJost at what ‘to me is a matter of life and death." d'l;mra ta l::' mistaking ot‘h'o‘hmnd volee, ex eyes. Jot draws away l'.‘. hand a _ little frightened, but still intensely curious as to what kind of demonstration in his possession. She looks at "i‘m nnkttmmzsno- Inous quiver _ the _ whi hovering ubout the corners of her lips. "*By the time you had known me a week, it wasâ€"all over with you!‘ Before we go any further, Mr. Ausâ€" ten, before I even attempt a Fil you Ten‘ ma it 1t is any kind of riddle? Cora and Adoiphus are real masters of the art, but Iâ€"â€"" _ ___; For a minuté Mark Austen does not A minuteâ€"slxty @econds! It sounds _"I have known you one I" he exclaime" noo pnusug to decipher the TE TCO OPALDLLEE W Colom c Ehian T -lln‘o(hrhu.“lyununl had known you a week, as you your» self, as everyone else must have seon, ll:.':llll over with me." it T. on this unexpected sally, n lows her hand to remain tranqullly temptation, r ladi is too strong for him. _ Pue L you have never given me the honor, I folly, In 5'-‘.7{'@";1"(.: make their part« nera n concluslon of the minuet. " Blank _ the colongl o! the reg!â€" as great," cries Jot, w XONOXS: in 03 room, the colonel of the reglâ€" men "â€"â€" the eolonel of the regiment !" Ibh:.l t C..') to“ o n makes hor dhnzrl:w a courteay, formal and lengthy, »» Insies, lall a " You throw me over calmly, tonl'c deliberately. Do not be at the trou‘ of defending yourself. The same clasâ€" tie code we were speaking of is, ! flr“,mq’omu\hm " Well, and if I did throw you over _ He tooks tragle enough now, in all m"“""m"“"..‘ "The " taoed otsbonret, m matelâ€"on not nce. e "‘"Ald “%l. after cl.hhuwdn-.-. nul fused over ca 1t 1s 2" sho aske hl-.’ "l""n::u ‘-h,ofnnu were so rubbed out, it is a wonder I did not make more mistakes. !â€" " At the beginning of the evening, before any one ‘belonging to the serâ€" vice‘ had arrived from Exeter, _ I lmthltmdid.ulnmw‘\ yow also permitted me to write my name _ down on your card for the cotilion ?" _ C 9 .& â€" But here some contradictory recol« lection would .«coom to have dawned on -ln':l.-lnd. Her eyes o.nl.fir the words l‘l..‘l"u ““ " The _ last uahur[‘nll !" repeats Mark Austen, reddeaing. " 1 think â€"you might have had the good feeling not M'm Ce uy:chnh%:d..u.l. a that jon on m\ul. receive _ ev «of plt kinduess, your friendship, for mo ?" _ "I _ danced 'ifih'u’d'figâ€"m’ g lnli::l::l."tm..' -h.u:l mf he: eyes still w _"1 have tried, whenever a chance $ e uen ap arck t "he "Mat arshormâ€"oalt "at the position or your _ _dishonrkâ€" ened you, ndlmm“-yuflw treat you kindly." “nu-:-ullnyl'-ew-m “'goulmll.w.-l do. At waâ€"tenals, _ to only one . inâ€" stance, have I, or have I uol.u'#n -nnmwatmu-y-ub ”U"rlll}\ml.otd:‘luemhp- me! Possibly, you did not think me * And then at the m-‘nnl-l Have I not always banked with you when we E:.yod *Yan Jolu!‘ Yee, aud in the of the whole world, with the terrible cr: of Aumt awmuu-m‘nu upon me, have even ml-d we should be partners w you were too why to come forward yourself." _ " My unsuccessful rivals being rhdu’l- of sixty, or .unll bt:":.I: Tuve Rensrally .been good enuugh‘ to bank with me at Van John." _ w | bad player?" suggests Mark, i. _ hiaver!" suspests ) Marks "At Easter did I not use all my influence wr‘mhto the choir, Just because knew the practisings amused you ?" * You wanted a tenor, Miss On-yt hamâ€"you _ were «incere nmi filion tnrough withoge, on. .. Gibbe, w one. the carpenter, v;‘-: 21 ;m.l:‘ plourisy, so you selected r ustenâ€"taking eare to let him Fuow that nis volce :‘.‘:..pt equal to Gibb‘sâ€"as a substiâ€" 2t d hz ant Mark starts up; be stands, . with folded arms, with whitening lips, couâ€" fronting her. " If we lived under the ame roof for :wglunu!.m-lnuhunld. "lh{l aak of you to speak lower, E- lgyvmunlha- to say to me, about myseif, but domdhmm:." " And when I back to all that is past; when I think how i have given you credit for frankness, for â€" " You have given me credit justly," sho cries, with a firm lip, und returnâ€" uo you! pabioca. 1 thought you were P * Well! This, indeod, is an experiâ€" ence 1 had not looked for. You beâ€" gin talking abject nonsense to me "â€" * Nonsense !" "Ob, If that does not please you, sir, you make me, Jot offer|" It seems as the words would choke her. " Then, beâ€" cause I mâ€"wlmhmm sneer about ‘honor.‘ I have as a sense of honor as your own. I des pise girls who pride themselves on their conquests, or who like to see a man make a fool of himself. 1 _ have seen the sight once! 1 see it at this moment," says Jet, cruelly, "and I MPtule Bea harig ts reminiee e _ a) t d..-’.,m., T M o o on en‘ uis " You say that you have never flv- en me encouragement," he exclaims, abruptly looking up at her. "In a certain restricted senso, 1 allow that you have not. Women, no doubt, act according to their own code of honâ€" or in these matters." _ _ __ _ e _ Away flles every spark of pity out of h:{ breast. Her eyes kindle, her chooks fluh. . ols Te 6x were to show symptoms of tears she woum-.y“{-“mmm: al~ Ilmfl;.":mw ar she might herâ€" self d by the letter of promise, afterward, would be another quesâ€" _But Mark, at no time of a lachryâ€" mose tmum-k was never further 'mt.. ng tears than at this moâ€" men ® k :;l;.:'n‘in:- an .:,hl presentiment 0 . If it vm‘:t.‘mr murhlnc hor "t'uo nr':- in umifl:. But fl'udm"l'; w ifres save tiroy g! ‘the inrwor draw» save h mgâ€"rooim in which Mr. Conyngham is reposing. She has the awful prospect of ruuuullf for one hpur alone with Mr. Mark Austen, listening to whatâ€" ever reeriminations, worse still, to whatever sentimental madness, it may be his will to utter. i a Perhaps this is the wui.flrl- are entrapped into upll;lmn: their faith ; llltI- ‘lll‘a..m ‘umk- that brings abou myrind unhappy one sees around one in m Jot (.'onym- fcols that If Mark wors ta wvmmtame of Lenre whe slightest . encouragoment, _ I _ know," he Ilwm&n- her, bitterly; "I have myself, nr.lr alone, to thank for every thing. am a fool !" And Mark Austen buries his face between his hands. _ t 2 With slow, _ unmistaka "1t was not your fault at all, and pou Lad every rzn to lmfh" t interrupts hor, tly. _ " Perhai e some future t A€ o_v:n{.w whould + lu’ud hit _ y oog mtmlp knowâ€" w come 'um "rmat A!o-_- jnct ~was compels me to endure." * mumunmh':ndm figure a* upright as a judge‘s wand, !‘b”'-.:.l:.m -hi-pddu::.thl\, a halfâ€"smile um" superiority, dchnuu.nnlm:nmm nmlow and common «ins of ®rlark 200 te hinalf with an ate Ch Mark seate hi with an air that he would fain hope is one of Indifferâ€" ence at a table, seizes the solitary book within reachâ€"a history, eixty years old, of the rural parishes of Susâ€" sexâ€"opens it at hazard, and, with luridâ€"red lights dancing ‘between _ his vision and the page, begins to read a Thus they remain, never uttering a md.-‘v?rlmllnl:'hlhmd each other‘s faces, until the different churehâ€"clocks of Folkestone ring a disâ€" cordant eleven. Then Jet with _ airy, _ selfâ€"composed ree crosses the room. this Rorett onte more: standing " at rself once more a w'l;.lAtloq:t n gone, ages ~â€" ou were ago," she mluâ€",. startled out of all her resolutions of reserve. And, Indeed, llnhnhlliunn(.lhlut"ul{ one for the shore ?* been lustily voclfâ€" erated by the sailor who guards the gangway. "Surely, Mr. AW :ol"»h-‘-.-#_ to cross over to "Heaven forbid!" rays Mark Austen, Solemn, tragie, is the young fellow‘s volce ; but, for once, tragedy does not l mtopped Mrece he proceniy "npon w the chance of see you alone, of ofâ€" Lo'r.l.g you an lhv. _ before _ you i ==, weftineibil =An apology ! A« if anything of the s on ennsfatane ham. Can you bring yourself to forgive me for speaking to you as I did? My confounded temper rt the better of me, and I behaved like a churl." * ~1t: was more my fault than your«. Iâ€"I had no right to laugh at you," Jet confesses, m choking, most unâ€" wonted sensation making itsolf felt in the regions of ber throat. _ _ _ of solld reading in one breath and in a language that is a mixture of legal, medinevai and court phrases, but each line gives one n mmr not to be had otherwise of the intricacy, dlrnlly and significance of the coronation cereâ€" L L inicuusr 4d EV ENP ons to shake it so that all the particles of the feather will be thuwflll steamed during this process. is continued for about half an hour, and the feather should then be susâ€" :ubd in a ecol ruee. ‘The _ next Â¥ It is eurled with a duti knife and will look like new. Wages at Clonfike, the new gold reâ€" "If is Inconventences you in the very least to se poor papa on board the steamer, przb not come, Mr. Ausâ€" :on.l-l‘uy not consider that you re in any way bound by our promise loumhr-udluln‘.! *!oflnhlhhl-.‘ull.:.-‘t..lor-dllt- manner, ns were reâ€" mu‘TAI-mhMIyM "And why should I not see Mr. Conâ€" yngham on board the steamer ?" reâ€" turns Mark, with studied _ cooiness, "What action has Mr. Conyngham committed that I should treat him with discourtesy ?"* 3 4 «mowhat sorty earnest for me." And then, without a ehake of the hand, without one more word of fareâ€" well greeting, ho leaves her. _ _ The Coronation Roll. The Coronation Koll" of Queen Vicâ€" toria is like the rolls of all her prede eomors‘ Siffte the time of Richard 11. m huge, buiky roll of parchment. It is what the !awyers would call a deed poll ns distinguished from an indenâ€" ture. . It has its preambles and recitâ€" als and Its obligntion, all of which are quaintly set out in stlited phrases on a series of pleces of sheepskin, each fifteen Inches wide, fastened tathor by loose stitches, until the w atâ€" tain the langth of nearly one hundred lineal feot. 1t can be perused only by uprolling from one end or the other, abd I-nuw:;ldy that the secker for aay informa of which llw- lceation is unknown must n the ald of no end of manual assistance to attain 1t. The seript is in the Ialfl-fl style of the scrivener‘s art, and is an excellent example of the engromsment that is «till comdored necessary in Eagland for wills and doeds, which, as there is no general «ystem of publicly rcording euch instrumonts, are kept |k" .8 1 # “I u-'”“ I C s oy. ng generally, result, as ‘.";?fi".‘.‘f & l““'"."‘ "!‘.‘"’:,‘i".',’ !E'ai"ff dfl;'-i&:' h;;:v.:';d . pag & % w unâ€" btedliy be M'u-l':.flo arrival of the partics now en route. The wofd Bible means simply book, but is now: confined to the Book of For the first time since sho can roâ€" member . Jet | hears lnl'!IFl volcos mround her; she sees the Folkystone Marbor lights burn dirly through the mist. _ The old, dull English life, Mark Austen‘s love Included, is already a thing of the past; and, with the happy Ingratitude of her age, the girl turna her face round hopefully townrd the unseen coast of Franceâ€" toward the south. had _ been rubbed on . the _ hands. When the feathers are of delicate tints it is better to take soâ€"called :ll -oulp. After all parts of the ther have been washed it is ringed in clean tepid water and placed to @ry, hung either in the sun or over & stove og range. . When It is alâ€" most dry the feather should be sus rndod over a vessel in which water is steaming. â€" Care should be taken _ Mark Austen rises; he holds < the door, polite, cold, stately, for gusto 1 over monosyliâ€" fhte " Blank * *4 thank you Tor your graceful epithots, Mr. Austen, in the this if you u-'-'..‘ =.':m be eflent. I am forceed, for my papa‘s sake, to Five minutes later the stcamer is In f und) Four enearing oo‘ daly (To be continued.) L Ccms a cmememin eook. Whon the spiuster presides over Je "It ther o h ragee, "ok show a knowledgo of their business others take their place. There is no fussing #hen the spinster rules. . A married man does not know how wealthy he has become until he moves, A Protty Wedding Custom. One of the pretty .features of the modern Bn‘lu.h wedding is the tiny -“:'Idh:mn nlature u:lw.h.ndnn-d as bridesma page. There may be one little pajr or three or four; but they make a very protty Mr. Gaswell, accompante soveral lt-bu.:(:ul;b u:fi;'."'-‘v'.'f lookhlc" w M‘ & m C wltl.vhww-nlncn:rdun " What is the name of that one ?" bl:nhd. pointing '“:.h:‘.w:l... at a u‘ hug on :"_'E_Ill is * l:%nllln.' " replied the "How does that strike you?" said Mr. Gaswell, turning to his daughter. "It won‘t do," answered Miss Gasâ€" well, with much mmnn-. *" She wears a style of o that‘s twentyâ€" five years old." Reflections of a Spinster. _ You never hear a &pinster seold the hn w c s esnt The spinster says there is a time for bicyclo riding, and a time for mmua and n time for .‘me other dutics of the household. ie lhuldnmglnl‘gtholt time to one pleasure or one % : When a woman :-le a man she cannot detect on him n . "smoke breath" or a " beer breath," , There are girls who will not leai re are girls who w m household dutice, These are Ih{lfll who hear from their husbands: "What deliclous bread my mother made." â€"i“_ -“i;.-lv ERUETTE -Iw."- omen . w always wear a nea fllflngbGMordolrpf f".flthne-ol an artistic turn of fMind and that they know how to pleaso the eye. A man who admires an unknown M 'I.nr th o:tmt. h. o = passos on v"‘n to frown hrn;ynho-nul for articles Just ns stylish. Wiapora n ever t a d leturo in their quaint costumes, folâ€" owiog the brito to the altas."" The small “l:‘y: aro usunily dressed in court mes of white satin or cloth embroidered with siiver or gold and decorated with paste buttons, Bapâ€" ro biye velvet, trimmed with Inco J# another favorite dress, an with the largo blue hat and whi feather it is very effective. . ., PA« en .65 To Prevent Wrinki6s."" *4 For preventing wrinkles, try a lit, tle almond oil rubbed on with â€" the finger from the outer corner of the eyes toward the nose. . Never rub the eyes when waking in the mgy but oponfo them _ with _ frowh, d water i you whh _ to _ provent wrinkles appearing in the corners. The convention of working girls which met in Philadelphin wmst woek had no motto, and henee it happened that one of the speakers on domestlc service suggested the Iollowu‘.l an 51‘:1'“‘ from a poem by Owen Mereâ€" i: We may live without poctry, muslc In Denmark women who foresce n life of single biexsedness can make provision whereby they can at the age of 40 be put in the spinster class for good and receive a weekly stipend for their support. "For You and Me." Dear, if the world were made for t How good a world the world m:a With earth and heaven made anew, And if the wealth of sky And if the wealth of and sen, The glory of the and blue, I'cuoÂ¥ -n.zomm ‘or me you! It was greeted with vi apâ€" plause . from . the hwâ€"ln:: servant eorner. ts Always mark the buttonholes, and be careful to accurately measure the distances they are to be apart, then eut the first one and pass the button ml.mthuhdthmfl!h 4/ or chalk and eut them with regular buttonholo selasors, then over» eut\ln-t'lth twist, and | bar each holeâ€"that is, taking a long stitch Aueren thric: 180 0. Maw‘ * 0. un We may live without conscience ; c‘en C we -la.x-,v Iliu:l;nnt heart, o m ve w riends, we may l’l‘r’e without books, But elvilized men cannot live without Training the Volce to Sweetness. It !s a possibility to niter the harshâ€" to -:'-uun‘ soft “hl. greeâ€" very and . a able. One woman has proved that this is true. Sho had as a child, and growâ€" Ing girl a mullurl{ discordant and loudâ€"pitehed volce. A umflnfl:hc first ecriously trled bettering infirm« ity after womanhoo! had set a seal upon ber habits, making them into "set" ways of living, she, by sheer perseverence nnd without the ald of auy outalde training or ""';: #o changed it, that now it is a tive rnro to hear her speak in what a most geutle, notâ€"tooâ€"low tons, without a trace of affectation in its each bobâ€"ainh.ulhfi Tong wEICCT on each side, lnvlw the stitch apâ€" parently on the surface, about . oneâ€" sixteenth of an Inch from the edige. wl at the back end of the buttonâ€" and work the usual -tlnh\ drawâ€" ing the twist evenly and firmly, but not too (htll‘. all along to the front erd; work this around almost as i 1t wore an 0 bz‘vm elt-lfi.\hn conâ€" tinuo up her side till you come Sing‘e Women in Denmark. two. Art of Buttoshole Making. The Engagement Finger. Young Women‘s Motto. A Connolssour. tw TV +T APnmoa t o over, She has not nnce euzzested that it would be . a mmmrhrio carry the pocket * " Did I to that you "‘ur.bnu.a you _',g l.lnm'lnwnr who was 1'3".3""" a Chicago woman. " know what you undorstood me to 687," re» ‘ib-l the witnem; " but that is ‘what fafeais V kave, boeen Quizarried Hfour "I have to belp Johnny with _ his montal arithmetic _ every morning," eald the young woman. ‘and is i2°% ho ht woman, "and it is a Hulsance." ~ be youâ€"ee=find that brated problem" about one plus one uals one?" nsked the Lou‘ man. uepeumet dn saae monial," . «a w with groat dignity. -l:u;\;rthlam‘huly vmrhs:nl one n eu rome (N]’I {ml-qfl'l‘ls.‘wnlmdou:m some feet below the surface. At the bottom of this was a h{n #ix Inches thick of a kind of tough, black jolly. $a i Romnanins fasariens to have bardened into a brittle sub~ burne with a cears DrIght Hamer and t with a c me, left an ash quite like ordinary ‘coal. All conl has been peat at one time or ba '-:n"s'n in the arieo Process ve cal a of transformation. Eenzine in the Wash. a** Family washing can be made much ensler If benzine is used in the water In the following way : The wash is soaked the night beforo wash day, as usual, a halfâ€"cupful of benzine being added to the water beforo the linen is placed in it.‘ ‘The next morning. jJust before the wush boiler is placed upon the range, another Lalfâ€"cupful is iihaen in wlttiog ete rul w 1 h i oo e wcig, .mm soap aro sa P will be brillantiy white | and soft. When benzine is used the breaking of the skin on the hands is absointeâ€" :{h:‘u ll;n'tlwr Iu‘ 'l:: wash ra in ; 3 botb':‘m Care _‘lhould be taken not to bring the puro benzine near the fire, as It is very inflanimable. NC\ o Tt 1 ervanea us d L225 Benhamâ€"Well, !isten, my _ dear, and we may eatch his last words, "Won.'&w'm been marrled for about #lx months now, hm‘tgurnom think as much of your w as over ?" * More than ever, my boy, more than uoo lhat pae yog hi e mt widc h PE necfe m in iautpaint k: have company." o« hen ons sor reat teor retetper did “’..l‘ sent over and bo"n“ "TorddinntI mt tfe m a & h ids P oE t t hel burlid 11 10e pontry where the mince An Irish militiaman whilo nt‘mu'- m was consisten! in pover hitting !:.n target. *‘ What the devil are you firing at, my man ?"* wrathfully inquired the musketry inâ€" structor, who was standing near a froeshly tarred gate, some distance o ce o. Q % P Tiat gath, you foolTâ€" said .. the ter the dahing young bachelae airl£ Grimshawâ€"No, but I knew her broâ€" ther, the coy old maid man. s It is easy to explain why we haven‘t M.r-hhvhl&,u-u.‘rh milliners haven‘t left any color for the heavenly arches to come out with. "* M wlblnn-tnfl?nlm.- said Brown. "Why when £ propoesed to to the back. This should be fastened squarely by soveral neat stitches laid loosely one on top of the other; then 'lalo alt !fi up _ with b:;fi tch, forming a strong loop w hold the buttonholo firmly as long ns the garment is wearable. Albertâ€"Etbel is at last W to «mile on my sult. Johnâ€"Well, 1 don‘ ::{nno her. Everybody élse laughs at First Artistâ€"But, heavens, man, that docsn‘t MW her." Secâ€" 0:11"“-" 1t did she wouldn‘t pay said Brown. "Why when I proposed to ber, Instend af -m’» ‘this is so sudâ€" den,‘ she sald, * well, I think it‘s about usketry Instructor, who had been ols ts se ie eneie ue your honor repifed Pat, with g.m fllnlhiv. 1 "Be your own judge, Chumley, but e.nyou-how-u-nn.c‘nboatl- Richly that makes her altractive ?" " No, it‘s in the bank.‘ Mrs. Benhamâ€"You don‘t love me as much as did when we were marâ€" Mnnmâ€"Auuh-wlâ€"db gain wisdom with years. _ Askinsâ€"Did you know Mirs Flltâ€" A _ Honeymoon _ Incidentâ€"Sheâ€"This road is very steep. Can‘t I get a donâ€" key to take me up ? Heâ€"Lean on me, my darling. When a woman is «aving up to buy a new hat she can never see any use in her husband spending money to beâ€" backs must be. halfback. Sheâ€"My ! How broad fullâ€"__ , A monâ€"pla oung girl ; Ad":ladly r::o,:oq girl ; ty e Helpâ€"herâ€"oid -othor'nqflrl. A hardâ€"toâ€"find girl; A readerâ€"ofâ€"facts young girl; An extraâ€"pootical, A minus her rouge young ; A »howallhertraile ya:u‘g:: is unpowdered face, One u.u-l don‘t lnce, A dressâ€"forâ€"herâ€"health young girl. An inâ€"theâ€"morn! young girl; A fi»flth-«ho-wofi young ¢lrl': One that can rub, Not afraid of the tub, A rollâ€"upâ€"herâ€"sleeves young girl. : tmot‘ un-ll modest ""’.‘"f’"‘ awee pure ; An ":‘:"&'I mbitions * * A M-flmlm-' young girl. A remarkable scarce young girl; A veryâ€"Anuchâ€"wanted young girl; A truly Canadian, The mmlm-t-us young girl. have. Heâ€"They‘re necessary for & Careâ€"nothingâ€"for novels young girl. Shoâ€"What fine, broad shoulders you What He Aimed at. Jelly From Coal