store will furnish any number of trifles
for a fish pond if one cares for this,
or for a grab bag, or better still, for
a "fairy tree.” Tie the parcels onto
the low branches and let each child
clip off one with a pair of scissors.
Anything that makes for mystery is
an adjunct to a child's party.
Candle Tricks.
Children and even grownups enjoy
after-dinner tricks and I give these
just as they came to me. They are all
to be performed with candles. I have
not had time to try them. Perhaps
some of you will be kind enough to
write me if they are any good. You
could use them as an adjunct to a
bazar, performing them in a separate
booth with curtains hung at the door
to give an air of mystery, and charge
a penny to get in. Of course, this is
all to he done by young people, as it
is within their possibilities.
Put a nail in the end of a candle ana
set it all in a glass filled with water.
The nail will steady the candle, which
will burn until nothing remains, al
ways rising above the surface of the
water by reason of the decrease in
weight.
Take a small picture cut from a pa
per or book, and wrap it. tightly
around a candle. Light a match or
another candle and hold the flame
near until the paper becomes trans
parent. Unwrap the paper, and every
one will he astonished to find the pic
ture printed on the candle.
Put a candle unlighted in a basin
of water. Let several try to take it
out with their mouths, not touching
the candle with their hands. Every
one will fail. Then you put your face
in the water, and, when your mouth is
near the end of the candle, draw in a
deep breath, and the suction of the
water will draw the candle into your
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‘“in which to put the favors
idles, and even the cake, for
iddies love to take samples
for the party. We will need
some trees and a big poich
D with these accessories there
) a big bowl of lemonade on
ider a Japanese umbrella, the
• handle being driven into the
Children are always thirsty
, will prevent them from run
o the house for a drink every
nutes. Hide animal crackers
0 grounds and tell the guests
a whole menagerie hidden un
bushes, in the grass and even
lenches of the trees; give each
iaper bag in which to put the
nd give a little prize to the
0 finds the most. A small flag
hidden and that will make an
unt, the gay little “stars and
' being pinned on the lucky
'eats” will be the climax of the
nd the cake should be lighted
ie ceremony and the children
1 to blow out the candles. Cun
vors are made by sticking ani
ickers together with icing, and
ade they will stand upright at
late. Delicious small cookies
i ornamented with daisies made
lanched almonds, the stem and
of angelica! fasten them on
osting.
ping motto caps always give
■e and sometimes the Christ
ee sparkles are obtainable at
ason and they are lovely set to
>utdoors and are not harmful.
Team may be served in orange
thus making baskets with
for handles. Orange ice is very
erved this way and is not so
s ice cream. The party sta*
’ that comes for parties is a
use for the invitations and the
«net” baby cards are attrac
Iso. The “five and ten” cent
Allow some drops from a lighted
candle to fall into a basin of cold wa
ter. This grease will form flowers.
String these on a wire with green
leaves made from paper, and an in
teresting plant will be the result.
Heat a piece of wire and stick it
crosswise through the middle of a
candle. Make a wick at both ends.
Balance the candle on two tumblers.
Light the wicks, and the dropping
of the candle grease will make the
candle see-saw, faster and faster as
the flam© grows hotter. This is a
pretty experiment.
Pastimes For Outdoor Parties.
Did you every try “Blowing the
Cone?” The youngsters will love it.
Make a large cone of stiff paper and
slip it on a string stretched between
two trees about three feet from the
ground.
Give each child a try to see if by
blowing into the large end of the
cone they can send it across the
string. The art is to see who can
send it over with the fewest “blows.”
Another very good amusement is to
tie a knot in a clothes line and stretch
it conveniently high between two
trees or posts, blindfold each child in
turn and give him three clothes pins.
Then see who can come the nearest
the knot. Each pin is marked with
the player’s number; for instance,
three will be marked “I,” three
etc. This gives each one three trials.
If the party is a large one it will be
best to let each child have just one
pin and instead of numbering the
clothespins could have colored ribbons
tied to them, each child to remember
his or her color.
MADAME MERRI.
When Darning Stockings.
Use a white china egg as a mending
ball for black stockings and a black
one for white stockings. This will
prevent eye strain.
Material Is Used in
These Dresses From Vienna
l|*r«of(ol|,'t,1f US* of on® material *or the ent,r® dress. All three
<• rase cotton crepe with lingerie collars.
AN ALLURING SIGHT
Bewildering Object He Had Often
Dreamed of Becomes a
Reality.
By JEAN DICKERSON.
Neal Woodson paused before the 1
window of the Woman's Exchange
and regarded the display of toothsome
dainties with appreciative eyes.
Flaky pies, rich loaves of cake,
pyramids of airy biscuits, fat loaves
of bread and all the spare corners
were tilled with plates of delicious 1
looking little cakes in endless variety.
In the middle of the window was
a long platter heaped with little
heart-shaped cakes frosted in pink
and white.
"Just the thing for Priscilla's birth
day party," decided Priscilla's broth
er and with the thought he stepped
through the door and look his place ;
among the customers lining the coun
ter.
Two girls in dainty white waited
deftly upon the seekers after home- ,
cooked viands.
Neal found himself following every
movement of the younger of the two
girls. Fair and slender with Hashing
brown eyes demurely veiled by thick
dark lashes she was an alluring
sight. Neal had dreamed of such a
white dimpled chin and such delicate
ly curved pink lips curling upwards
at the corners and of such fine,
bronze-gold hair tucked behind pink
ears.
Now the reality was before him. He
determined that none other than this
fair maiden should minister to his
wants. But she was waiting upon a
man standing beside him.
"Oh—the sugar hearts'.'" asked the
girl pleasantly, and she went to the
window and before Neal’s agonized
glance she counted out four dozen of
the heart-shaped cakes—until there
was only one left on the platter!
The man took the cracking paper
bag of sugar hearts and paid for
them and went his way.
Neal was aware that the girl was
speaking to him.
“What will you have?” she asked.
“Sugar Hearts,’ replied Neal, wildly
hoping that there might be more of
the pink and white cakes.
“I am so sorry—the last have just
been sold.”
"There’s one left," said Neal, rather
stupidly. She was so wonderful he
could not let her go.
The dimples came into play and the
corners of her lips deepened. "You
wouldn't want that—one?”
"Yes, please,” said Neal dizzily.
She brought him the sugar heart
twisted in a tiny bag. "Five cents,
please,” she said demurely.
Neal gave her a five dollar bill so
that he might watch her while she
rang up the amount on the casl. regis
ter and brought him a handful of sil
ver change.
"Perhaps 1 could order some of
these sugar hearts," he ventured as he
turned to go.
"Certainly you can.” She brought
forth a book and poised a pencil over
it. "How many?”
"Five dozen. Please mark them
‘Neal Woodson,’ and I will stop for
them tomorrow night.”
"Thank you,” said the girl and
turned away with heightened color to
wait upon another customer.
When Neal reached home his sister
met him in the hail. Priscilla was
small and dark and brilliantly lovely.
“What are you carrying in that ab
surdly careful manner?” she asked
mischievously.
Before Neal could protest she had
captured the tiny bag from Ills gloved
lingers and was peering at the lonely
sugar heart.
“Well, Neal Woodson—of all the
sentimental sillies, what—” Between
exclamations Priscilla was examining
the pink frosted dainty.
"It’s a sample,” said Neal sheepish
ly.. “It’s a sugar heart. I saw them
in the window of the Exchange and I
have ordered five dozen for your party
tnmnprfim TltirVlt T hmilE'ht this home
for you to taste. I’ll bring them
home tomorrow night.”
"You ordered five dozen? Neal
Woodson, you are a dear! I must
h.ug you for it.”
“I can send Mary down after them.”
said Priscilla when she had released
her brother.
Neal put up a protesting hand. “No
—I told her—er—I said I would stop
for them—1 don't mind—it's on my
way home.”
"Very well, ye—ry—well, dear,”
soothed Priscilla with suddenly merry
eyes and she darted away into the
drawing-room and waltzed airily up to
the;long mirror.
*T wonder—1 wonder—if Doris Al
len wasn’t there today Y' she giggled
at her charming reflection.
The next day Neal closed his desk
at the usual hour and went to the Wo
man's Exchange.
His pretty girl was not there.
A plain, matter-of-fact young woman
waited on him and he did not linger to
watch her ring up his $3 in the cash
register—it was the very same cash
register, too!
Neal had lost interest in the sugar
hearts and when he reached home he
thrust the big box into Mary’s hands, j
Dinner was a hurried affair and he
escaped immediately afterwards to his
room. He bad to dress for the fancy
dress party which Priscilla always
gave on her birthday.
His sister had laid his suit on the j
bed—but it was not the one he had |
ordered. He had chosen to go as a i
troubadour but the yellow' and black ;
costume was not in evidence. In Its |
place was a costume that he viewed
with growing discomfiture.
Priscilla, it seemed, had decreed
that he was to appear as the Knave
of Hearts—htmee this costume of
pink and white velvet and the sug
gestive little tray of—sugar hearts—
instead of the legendary tarts. He
smiled sheepishly and blushed All
right for Priscilla!
\\ hen he went downstairs the long
rooms were full of laughter and merri
meat for Priscilla's guests were choos
ing partners by means of heart-shaped
cards that exactly matched.
Xeal noticed that e ach guest put his
or her hand into a bow l and drew what
ever luck came uppermost but before
lt(' could reach the crowd around the
men's bowl Priscilla thrust a pink
paper heart in his hand and waved
him away.
"Co find your partner kiutvi she
ordered and Xeal groaned for 1;< be
Hewed that had be* n assigned to some
waFlllower. He read tin motto on lie
card: "Will you be my heart's dr
lightV” That's mean of Priscilla
suppose it should chance to be that
dark eyed, skinny .Miss \\ icks ."
So ho emerged from the dancers
and found himself betore an alcove
given over to a shaded seat and a
mass of greenery.
Sometimes fate is kind to lovers;
therefore, when Xeal paused in the al
cove and stared incredulously in was
because tiis beautiful girl was sitting
there a veritable Queen of Hearts in
rosy pink and white and holding a
pink card that matched His own.
When she saw him she blushed.
"Oh, it is too bad of Priscilla," she
protested as he held out his hand witli
his token in its grasp. "She wouldn't
let me draw a card."
“Too good, you mean, ' he said
warmly and sat down beside her
After awhile, when conversation lan
guished, Doris Allen asked demurely:
"What shall we talk about, 'Cabbage
and Kings?"
Neal shook his head. "No, let us
spean or me yucca oi i leans ana now
she came to be selling sugar hearts—
and I'll tell you the rest some other
time! ”
He whirled her away in an enchant
ing waltz and they quite forgot the
tray of sugar hearts in the alcove.
But the sugar hearts had served
their humble purpose—that of making
two people happy.
(Copyright, 191", by the McClure News
paper Syndicate.)
T roubles.
The family had not had their 'phone
very long and took a great interest in
it. On the outside of the telephone
directory they had seen the words,
"Trouble, Call No. 4217.” It had been
a hard morning and everything had
gone wrong when the lady of the
house happened to think of the tele
phone, and called 4217 and asked:
"Is this where you report trouble?”
“Yes.”
"Well, I only wanted to report that
our cat got drowned in the cistern
this morning; the baby is cutting a
new tooth; the cook left suddenly;
we are all out of sugar and starch;
the stove pipe fell down; the milkman
left only a pint instead of a quart to
day; the bread won't raise; my oldest
child is coming down with the meas
les; the plumbing in the cellar leaks;
we have only enough coal to last
through tomorrow; 1 ran out of paint
when I got only half over the dining
room floor; the mainspring of the
clock is broken; my husband's three
sisters are coming to visit us tomor
row; the man has not called for the
garbage for two weeks; our dog has
got fleas; the looking glass fell off the
wall today and broke all to pieces, and
I think my husband is taking consid
erable notice of a widow lady that
lives next door. That's all today, and
if anything else happens I'll call you
up later.”
To Pull Down Prison.
The prison of St. Lazare is going to
be pulled down and rebuilt, and with
it will disappear a curious little relic
of old Paris, a tiny shop in which the
last public letter writer in France
piled ma trade, in oiuen tunes. De
fore education had become general,
the public letter writer did a thriving
trade and the one just outside St.
I^azare had many customers of note.
Among them was, if rumor and the
present proprietor of the little shop
may be believed, the world famous
Manon Lascaut, who dictated her love
letters to Des Grieux there, where the
only customers now are illiterate ser
vant girls, who write home to their
friends in Brittany. So rare has the
necessity for vicarious letter writing
become that the present proprietor of
the place lias added another more
profitable trade to his program and
acts as an informal lawyer and man
of business to many of the prisoners
in St. Lazare.—Paris correspondence
London Standard.
Washing Grimy Hands.
Every automobilist who has had to
repair his machine has longed for
some way to wash his hands, ordi
nary soap and water being almost use
less as a means of removing the many
and tenacious varieties of dirt that
gather upon them on such occasions.
So chauffeurs and men who drive
their own cars will welcomet the di
rections given by that authoritative
French scientific magazine, Les An
males. This paper directs that the
hands be rubbed with gasoline, the op
eration being twice repeated; then
they are to be washed in sweet oil or
butter, after which a thorough wash
ing with soap and water will remove
the last vestiges of dirt. The nails,
however, require special attention, and
it will repay the automobilist to keep
a mixture of benz.'oe and alcohol ex
pressly for the nails.
FORCED TO EAT COMPANION
Escaped Convicts Resort to Canni
balism When They Find Them
selves Lost In Forest.
Cannibalism of a horrible nature is
reported at Paris from the penal set
tlement in French Guinea. Africa.
Four convicts named Mouillard, Hach
veau. Fossey and Marchevol. arranged
to escape. One of them, Bachereau.
wno had made several attempts to get
away appointed himself leader of the
party, and procured food and weapons.
They left one night, and Bachereau I
promised to lead .them to a place
where they would be able to dig for !
gold and make enough to live until I
they could escape from the colony al- I
together. They left with a sword '
apiece, some loaves of bread, and
; Sme preserved vegetables in tins, j
l ossy acted as guide, saying that he
knew the way to the Hiver Maun, j
xvhere gold was plentiful. After a six j
days' march Fossy admitted that lie |
had lost his way. The four men wan
dered about aimlessly for eight days
more living on roots. Starvation over
took them. Marchovel broke down,
and his three companions killed and
ate him. Two days afterwards they
got to a river, stole a boat with provi
sions on board, and got io Mann,
where they were able to steal a large
boat. They were wrecked at the
month of the Maroni, and taken back
to prison at St. Laurent. The three j
men have confessed to eating their
companion, and are to be tried for
his murder.
FOUND A USE FOR THE STOVE
French Physician Probably Made Pres
ent of “Pernicious Object’’ to His
Mother in-Law.
A French physician called on one
of his patients -a lady—who was com
plaining of headache and general
imnft f till 4 i on
"I'll tell you what's the matter
with you, madam,” ho said, promptly;
"it's that stove you have over there.
Those coal-burning stoves are reser
voirs of poison—the deadliest things
in the world."
"But that stove cost me one hun
dred francs!” protested the lady.
"Never mind that. Better lose any
amount of money than your life. I'll
tell you what I’l do; I'll give you
twenty-five francs for it, and find
some way of getting rid of the perni
cious object.”
The lady consented, and the doctor
removed the stove.
A few days later, the patient, who
thought of changing her residence,
went out to inspect a suite of rooms,
and the first thing that met her gaze
was the stove.
“Who lives here?” she asked of the
servant who was showing her over
the rooms.
"Madame A., madame,” said the ser
vant respectfully—"Doctor B.'s moth
er-in-law!”
City of Philosophers.
Lichfield, which has just lost her
bishop, never possessed a more pa
triotic son than that stalwart church
man, Doctor Johnson, declares the
London Westminster Gazette, lie de
clared that his fellow citizens spoke
the purest English, brewed the best
beer, baked the finest oat cakes, and
when Boswell observed •that there
were no- manufactures, he retorted:
“Sir, we are a city of philosophers;
we work with our heads, and make
the boobies of Birmingham work for
us with their hands.” One of these
“philosophers,” Dr. Erasmus Darwin,
grandfather of the great biologist,
Doctor Johnson cordially disliked,
partly for his whig opinions and part
ly because he was a formidable rival
in conversation.
Delly Thought.
The workman who lives in his work
and not by 't 1b putting vitality and
joy into every hour. He is not grind
ing at distasteful tasks to the bare
n,.,u nf thn Qf'lidiinlpil hours and then
hurrying elsewhere to live. He is con
sciously living, exerting his powers,
enjoying their exercise, in his daily
task. This, then, becomes his exist
ence, rather than the marginal hours
spent outside the workshops. Until
every toiler can be so environed and
so conditioned at his task as to feel
this joy in it, society will not have
solvedl the human problem. Carlyle’s
man who sings at his work is exactly
this man whose heart rejoiceth to run
the daily race.—Mary Stanhope.
Poetic Argentine.
Not long ago a young man attached
to the Argentine Legation at Wash
ington was a guest at a certain after
noon affair, when a young woman in
vited his attention to a couple in a
corner who were paying marked at
tention to ea«h other.
“He is fifty-one and she thirty-nine,”
said the young woman, “and they havo
been ’courting for twenty years.”
The Argentine adjusted his monacle
and glanced at the happy pair. “Ah,
said he, “a romance of the Middle
Ages, eh?”—Lippincott’s Magazine.
Pen Pictures of Mother’s Love.
You know what it would be to
spend one of your winter evenings in
a chamber without a fire on the hearth
or a carpet on the floor; even though
the furniture were costly and the
friends congenial, nothing could im
part the lacking comfort or diffuse the
wonted radiance. And in this wintry
world, your mother’s love and care are
the carpet on the floor, and the blaze
on the evening hearth. To life’s lat
est moment they mingle in every pic
ture of pre-eminent happiness—Dr. J
Hamilton.
S.B.KISEZ?
b2ZS»Kir -. XT/-V
•rn.uiouKmr »Ji ucr.-ijucranruL— vfwmuw
"I gaze wltl.in your eyes and dream
i n glevh s (here are > el to gain;
In fancy I cun sec the gleam
i if sunlit pa hu es In Spain;
Tln'lr splendid towers cleave the air,
And you arc gentle mistress there.
“Within your soulful eyes 1 gaze
And dream of gallant armored knights;
I live In oilier, glorious days.
My fancy soars to .sph mild heights;
I See you flaunt my colors there
Where knights are brave and ladles fair.
“I look within your deep, dark eyes,
And fancy carries me afar,
Where proudly floating standards rise, |
And undefeated legions are;
With you to sweetly lild me dn.re,
II dream that 1 am leader there.”
The lady heaved a sigh or two.
And sajii "Ilew splendid It would seetn.i
And how /would pay tin both If you
Could act as well as you can dream!”
lie censed to babble then and there
Of gallant knights and ladles fair.
An Incentive.
“Now, my boy,” said the head of tho
firm, “if you will attend strictly to
your duties 1 will do something lino
for you. I want you to always ask,
when you answer the telephone, who
it is before you let it be known
whether 1 am here- or not, and always
be careful, when people come here,
to find out who they are and what they
want before you come into tho private
office to learn whether I wisli to see
them or not.”
"Yes, sir," replied the new office
boy, "1 understood. I had to do that
where I worked before.”
“Very well. See that you make no
mistakes, and, as 1 have said, 1 will
do something nice for you.”
“What are you goin' to do for me If
I give satisfaction—raise me wages?”
“Well, 1 can't promise that, exactly,
but I'll bring you the score cards of
the hall games and let you make an
album of them if you tend to buslnesa
properly. I never miss a game.”
When You Have Gained It.
You press ahead to gain success.
And far away you see a goal;
But are you touched by tenderness,
And have you gladness In your soul?
You plunge ahead day after day,
You have no time to Jest or pause;
But do you leave along the way
111 will for you or for your cause?
Long, long ago you made your start,
And you have traveled far and fast;
But have you kindness In your heart
And their respect whom you have
passed?
You view your goal afar; you press
Unscarred ahead where others fall;;
Hut are you sure ’twill be success
When you have gained It, after all?
Mildly Anxious to Know.
’’I have crossed the Atlantic twenty
times,” boasted the man from New
York.
’’Have you?” replied the man from
Chicago. “My record beats that.”
“Oh, really? How many times have
you been over?”
“I've never been over at all; but.
I've set foot In every state In the
Union.”
“Quite remarkable. By the way,
old chap, how many states are there
now?”
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Almost 8polled It.
“Time has been very kind to you,”
he said when they met, after the lapse
of years.
"It is very good of you to say so,”
she replied, making no effort to con
ceal her pleasure.
“Not at all, not at all. One Is al
ways justified In straining a point If
necessary to spread hap—I mean I
couldn’t truthfully say anything else.”
Her Father's Idea of It.
“Why, I didn’t know your daughter
was musical, Mr. WagstafT.”
"She isn’t. She's merely giving me
a chance to help support a music
teacher who would probably be too
proud to depend on charity.”
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