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Woman In Trinity Faculty. 'Constantlna Elizabeth Maxwell la the first woman to become a member of the teaching staff of Trinity Col lege, Dublin, one of the moat venera- tole and conservative Institutions of learning In Europe. She has been elected assistant to the professor of modern history. She was graduated only a few months ago with a first senior moderatorsblp. She won a gold medal In history and political scl- ■ence, easily taking first place In a ■elaes of mare than forty and In which she was the only woman.—New York Frees. Blow to Suffrage Cause. Marie Corelli’s recent announce ment of her opposition to woman suff rage Is the first public statement that has come from her In several years, and it may mark a determination to Itffesgke the life of retiremenj; which she has led long in her'cottage In Shakespeare’s birthplace. Until re cently she seldom walked out In Strat ford, and she was opposed to all visi tors wandering near her home. Now, however, she goes out dally;.she has taken to entertaining, and she goes up to London for a whirl in society. The two leading woman novelists in Eng land now have expressed opposition to equal suffrage. Mrs. Humphry Ward, In fact, ^being at the head of the Anti-Suffrage League, which is working with a similar organization tn this country. Mrs. Ward and Miss' Corelli wield much influence in Eng land, and their open hostility means a hard blow to the suffrage cause.— New York Press. Right Way to Chaperon. If it falls to your lot to chaperon young folk, try not to feel it is a fa tiguing task, but recall how indefati gable you were >vben you were young, and with such a remembrance upper most you may be able to let boys and girls enjoy themselves. It really re quires much strength and endurance to be an ideal chaperon, for youth is tire less in the pursuit of pleasute, and to keep up with this in a moderade and reasonable degree requires pa tience, sympathy, and tact, for young folk need careful handling, which they doubly repay by obedience and by responsiveness to the ideas of their elders. Though it is, of course, your duty when chaperoning to keep boys and girls within the confines of con ventionality, try not to be constantly correcting and curbing them. It is said that the word ‘‘don't’’ is never used in Japanese families, and some times it would seem as^ if we use it too much.—Boston Herald. Raps Defacing of Nature. Mrs. Annie Besant has been scold ing the West for Its defacement of its natural grandeur for the sake of commercial gain, and oddly enough her views were applauded enthusias tically in Butte. “The wonders and beauties of nature which in this coun try could be trusted to the red men cannot be trusted to the whites,’’ said Mrs. Besant to her Butte audience. “The Indifference of the people ac counts for It. The beauties of a great waterfall will be destroyed to furnish power for a manufacturing plant, the vegetation of a whole community will be killed by the'smoke from the chim neys of a plant of one company, the rocks In the heart of the Rock Moun tains defaced by tne names of a few tradespeople—often because those who could Interfere don’t care.\ Mrs. Bes- ,-ant caused surprise in Butte, for it is told the audience gathered in a spirit of derision, expecting to be bored with dense theory, but was quickly won over by “a sane talk, giving simple facts with sensible views.\—New York Press. Rosa Bonheur Made Foes. Rosa Bonheur had one habit which was the means of making her many enemies. In the face of every person she met she traced a likeness to some animal, and was tactless enough to speak of the discoveries she made. A French duchess who had bought two of her animal pictures was described by Bonheur obce as the \camel-faced woman,\ and that ended their friend ship for all time. An English coun tess went to France especially to see the famous animal painter, and the two women were attracted to each other and exchanged letters for sev- •eral years. The correspondence end- •ed abruptly, however, when the coun tess was Informed that Bonheur spoke -of her »9 “that E n g lishw o m a n w ith ' the cow face.\ here were many oth er Incidents of a similar nature in Bonheur's experience which led her to the belief that men have a keener sense of the ridiculous and the hu morous than women. Men whom she had likened to animals low in scale were amused when they heard of it, and that pleased Bonheur. She lost a friend in one French nobleman, however, whom she described as “the man with the pig face.\—New York Press. The Philosophy of Dress. \The tailor makes the man.\ It was Carlisle, or somebody else, who aaid this, and It was a long time -ago. But the truispi is Just as obvl- - oub today. We are prone to Judge persons, men and worifen, by their clothes and as money has come Jo be 4he greet ruling power In our coun- try, the Ipore eho#y and expensive the apparett,the higher up the person goes in ouf estimation. While all this Indicates j exceeding narrow mindedness and poverty of Judgment, it has been the way with us little human beings from time Immemorial and not without its quota of reason, for there’s a method In our madness. Was not the chief of the savage tribe known from others by his more gor geous habiliments, and does not the queen of one of. the most civilized countries ohn the globe today wear the ermine robe and jeweled crown to show her rank! Theie is no doubt about the fact that dress has always been a potent factor in the problem of success. A writer in Harper’s Bazar tells this story: A wealthy physician was giv ing sound advice to a young man who was to follow his profession. \Never he said, “if you are starving, allow yourself to look poor. Dress well If your stomach goes empty, and never let your patients suspect that you need the money they owe you. Insist that they pay you promptly, and say that It Is one of your principles to have no outstanding bills, but make them think you are prosperous. Remember my boy, dress well, act rich, if you would be rich.\ But there Is something more than pitiful in woman’s devotion to dress— to see how we lay down our comfort, even our health, as sacrifices on the altar of fashion. And just now that perverse goddess has reached her ex- tremest limit. There Is such a thing as the “eternal fitness of things,” but dame fashicn seems not to know any thing about it, and some of the “beau tiful creations\ are sorry failures when It comes to harmonious effect.. And so many frivolous bangles, beads and tawdry things are worn by the woman of fashion today that she looks much like a human Christmas tree. But fashion is a despot and we can not fly in her face any more than In the face of Providence. The basis of society is conformity to custom, and it is in the worst possible tasle to as sume absolute independence in dress. The woman who disregards fashion and makes herself an isqlated case will soon find her popularity ^tining. Only the unusually gifted or talented may be eccentric in dress—as the great Count Tolstoy, who goes about attired to a loose robe of sackclath held In place by a hempen rope; or the elderly and extremely wealthy, like Mrs. Hetty Green, who is said to wear a faded and worn alpaca dress, with shabby shawl and bonnet of the style of twenty-five years ago. But we ordinary mortals must con form to custom, though one does not have to be an extremist to the die tates of fashion. In dress as in every thing else there is the happy medium. One may dress within the limits of fashion and yet not be extreme. The well-bred woman, no matter how many dollars she may have, is never over dressed though she may be well dressed.—Virginia Cobbe, in the In diana Farmer. [ JACK CADE. Fashion Notes. China silk waists are worn until late in the season. All sorts of black flowers are ap pearing in millinery. Earrings have a great vogue on the other side of the water. Wings trim many of the small hats for wear with tailormades. Cut jet promises to be the most fashionable thing in stones this sea son. Lace coats are noticeable for taf feta silk trimming, heavily soutached in the same color as the lace. The half-around-the-head barrette is a favorite decoratiom for young girls It is usually twined with colored rib bons. A novelty in belts in a handsome tailored leather one, with chatelains of the leather, from which swings au envelope of the same kind. The latest lingerie touch is to have cherry ribbon bows fasten up the dainty garments, instead of the old- fashioned baby blue and pale pink. Fashion authorities declare that this season the separate waist musl match in seme feature the dress ol which it temporarily forms a part. Some of the uewest tailormades art severe in style, but they lace the olo masculine hardness, which made the styles of a decade ago so memorable The use of colored shoes has growr universal, especially for house and evening wear, and there arc new soft suedes, in grays, fawns, browns ami white. Wrist bands, which are a revival 01 the early Victorian beaded bracelet have been intrpduced, and there is a threat of quttb a revival of these trifles. The costume is now considered in complete without a wrap of some sort no matter how slight it may be, and this has caused a renewed vogue foi the scarf. Spanish and Russian mantles are de cidedly artistic, but they must be worn by a woman of height and slendet build—one who can carry her gown gracefully. The season has found many dresses made extremely sheer, though not transparent. The sebeernees is blurred and Is a far more modest arrange meat than openwork vokes. The Shaktypearian' Portrait or Carle* ture Corrected. Shakespeare cared nothing for his torical accuracy; he confounded cheer fully for dramatic purposes the de mands of Wat Tyler with those of Cade and the men of Kent, and hid absurd travesty of Cade’s revolt even today finds popular acceptance., ’ Cade and the commons of Kent roso against the Intolerable mlsgov* ernmetit of Suffolk and the gross mis management of the French war. Suf folk and two of his ministers—Bishops Moleyns and Ayscough—were put to death by the people before CJade reached London, so general was the ; discount. The demands of Cade and I the commons were almost entirely for political and judicial reform. \They based their complaints and demands j on the existence of grievances, poll- | tlcal, constitutional and local, whlchl j could not be gainsaid\ (Stubbs, \Con- ; stltutional, History”). Hollnshed de scribes Cade as “a young man of a godly nature and right pregnant o! wit,\ and admits that when Buck Ingham antf Archbishop Stafford met him in conference at Blackheath they found him “sober in talk,\ wise in reasoning, arrogant in heart, and stiff In opinions.” Cade’s chief followers and supporters were the country gen tlemen of Kent, Surrey and East Sus sex (see Durrant Cooper's “John Cade’s Followers in Kent\) and “they had risen against the intolerable fee bleness of the government, which gave free play to every nlnd of malversa tion and tyranny. No man could en ter a court of justice with any hope of success unless he had interest at his back’’ (Sir J. H. Ramsey, “Lap caster and York’). Thorold Rogers warned us years ago that “the stories about Cade's hostility to property and learning are late inventions of the Tudor annalists, and at variance with contemporary testimony.” Cade with his army of 50,000 men in Ixtndon maintained strict discipline and punished with death the one oi two cases of robbery. That Cade him self compelled two city merchants tc pay tribute is true; but the jewels Cade took from Malpas the draper (a strong I ancastraln) were the property of the Duke of York (with whom Cade claimed connection as a Mortimer); and when they were sold with the rest of Cade’s goods later by order of the Crown the money was paid to York (see Denvon’s Exchekuer Rolls),Cade’s compulsory levy on Curtis of St. Mar garet Pattens no doubt turned the oity against the rising; but the city had welcomed Cade and the commons and expressed no disapproval of the beheading of Ixud Say and Sherin Crowmer. The city never voted a farthing toward the cimmissariat ot Cade's army; it was willing for Cade to do the political work of execution on unpopular ministers and officiate, and then meanly withstood him when that work was done. That Cade himself was a man of substance is proved by the act of at tainder passed against him. That he was a brave, honest, disinterested patriot, who'at this length of time, af ter study of the reign of Henry VI., can doubt?—From a letter in the Spec tator. Little Moon, L ittle moon, little moon. Out ucroas the eea, * will you be going, dear, from me? W here F a r aw ay Oh, If I were one smiail I would follow you, W ay, away, behind th All aunaet through. one em star, e world. L ittle moon, little moon. Sharp a n < silvery, W h ere were you tiie whole day long? ere you t D e a r ,-w h a t did you see? •yy fieldsields and palaces? neena with golden hair? pie fruit on silver trees? F a ir f Que Purp le fru it on siZVer tre -a? Damsels dancing there? L ittle moon, little moon. You have seen such lovely things . You almost ost frighten me! )ut across the sea. have seen such t m alm frighten —Fannie S. Davis, ifi Good Housekeeping. A Long Sentence. Teacher—“How many of my schol ars can remember the longest sen- i tence they ever read?” I Billy—“Please, ma’am, I can.\ Teacher—“What? Is there only one? Well, William, tell the rest of the class the longest sentence your ever read” j . Billy—“Imprisonment for life.\— Kansas City Journal. Going Berrying. The pleasure of huckleberrying is partly in the season—the late sum mer time, from mid-July to Septem her. The poignant joys of early spring are passed, and the exuber ance of early summer, while tho keen stimulus of fall has not yet come. Things are at pdise. The haying is over; the meadows, shorn of theii rich grass, lie tawny-green under tho sky, and the world seems bigger than before. It is not a time for dreams nor a time for exploits, it is a time for—for—well, for berrying! But you must choose your days carefully, as you do your fishing and hunting days. The berries “bite best\ with a brisk west wind, though a south one is not to be despised, and a north one, rare at this season, gives a pleasant suggestion of fall while the sun has still all the Tervor of summer. Choose a sky that has clouds In It, too, for you will feel their movement even when you do not look up. Then take your pall and set out. Do not be In a hurry, and dc not promise to be back at any defin ite time. And, finally, either go alone or with just the right companion. 1 do not know any circumstances wherein the choice of a companion needs more care than in berrying. It may make or mar the whole adven ture.—From the Atlantic. Two Little Birds. ! One rainy day I passed our garden, and I heard two little sparrows chirp ing. They were very young and could not fly. I took them Into the house and made a little nest of hay for them. They were very friendly with our dog, and at first he^would not let anybody go near them. As soon as they were able to fly I put them in the garden again. One flew away, but the other would not go. We took It back Into the house. 1 Yesterday we let it out again and it flew away. I hope that it found its . nest.—I. Goldram, in the New York Tribune. Tricki Of a Pet Crow. I thought I would write and toll you about some of the tricks of my pet crow. When we feed him and he has had enough he will take as big a mouthful as he can carry and lay it down in the grass. Then he will go and get a brown withered leaf and lay over it, then tuck it down around it. He will then go off a litle way and look at it to sec if it is hidden. If not, he will go and get another leaf and put it over the exposed part. \When the dog had something that the crow wanted, the crow would try to get. it, but the dog would snap at him. So he found another way of get ting it. He would go back of the dog and pick his tail, and when the dog turned around to see what it was the crow would fly around in front of the , dog as quick as a flash and get the i bone (or whatever the dog had) and fly off with it.—Marguerite Williams, tn the New York Tribune. Stung By Hornets. I I am going lo tell you about an inci dent which occurred to me during my j visit to thb country. We were staying in a tent, and back of it was a large woods. One day we went for a walk there and came across a hen with her little brood. I ran down for the own- i er of the place, and on my way back I came across a nest of hornets that ! flew after me in a hurry. I was stung in the leg and head and my finger was swollen to twice its size. I ran 1 up to where my mother and sister I were and told them, so my mother : said we should go back to the tent a different way. But just as we thought. | we were safe we jumped right into them, and I was again stung in the forehead. As soon as we got back to ! the tent my mother put something on to take out the pain, and I never ven tured near the woods again. Your ! interested reader.—Florence Kummer, in the New York Tribune. Why He Was In Luck. “It is the American characteristic to make the best of everything and to put up a smiling front to the face of fate’s hardest blows,\ said Prof. I. M Rutheiford of the University of Cali fornia at the Stafford. “I have thought that in this regard Americans were exceptional. Some of the richest humor in our literature is founded on this trait. A few days ago, as I came East on the Southern Pa cific, in passing through a forlorn-look ing town in the desert I heard two men conversing as the train stopped for water. “ ‘Good-by, Bill,’ said one, T am leaving this burg with just one pair of pants and not another thing on earth.’ “ ‘You are lucky, old. pal.’ replied Bill, ’that's more than anybody else ever took away from here.’ ”—Balti more American. • Two Sides to It. “Few married women learn the us* of money.\ '• . £■ \FeW ever get any to practice with.\—Louisville Courier-Journal. Sport! Sport is a yellow dog of obscure origin, who was raised on condensed milk. He early evinced an affection for my father’s cushioned armchair, and every night at bedtime (nine o’clock) would coax for it, using his tearfully wistful brown eyes and. If 1 necessary, a plaintive, childlike whine. Sometimes a stranger would be mysti fied at seeing the dog reproachfully ! gazing at him until it was explained | that Sport wanted the chair. Finally father formed the habit of removing the cushion with the dog every morn ing, and Sport would doze in bliss by the stove. The chair must tyave been uncomfortable without the cushltfn, but father never complained. We re fused to compromise further, however, ! when Sport dragged the cushion to I the chair at nine o'clock p. m., in a i vain effort to make us place ft there J for him. It was rashly rumored that Sport | was a rabbit dog. so there was some ] excitement when we one day intro duced him to a rabbit. He was a cow ard.- and accordingly thought to bully the rabbit, and charged; but when the rabbit turned and chased him he tore around the yard in fear, and after a ^Tirtlling flight he slunk to my brother (or protection, which for once wxs gredgingly granted him. We sadly concluded that Sport wasn’t a rabbit dog. Sport’s dread of cold and hard places even won for him the sympathy of the rabbit, for one winter's morn when admisbion to the house was temporarily refused him I looked out and saw Sport tremblingly nestling against the rabbit, whose antagonism had evidently melted to pity for ao re markable a coward. The climax was reached when our kitten strolled up and kept him partially warm on the exposed side. But Sport still shiver ed!—New York Herald. Not Quite a Quarrel. Happy little Robert Chandler visit ed Elsie Adams every day when Elsie did not visit him. They were neigh bors and great friends. Robbie was a real little gentleman, though he forgot to remove his cap that morning. It was because of the flute. > “Where did you get it?\ asked Elsie, with wonder In her brown eyes. “Uncle Rob came last night, and gave it to me, and he taught me how to play. I can most play a tune. See?” Robbie set\ his feet on the chair, puffed out L'is cheeks, and blew hard. Sure enough, Elsie hadn’t words for her delight, though it was Just then the stupid older people ran away. \Could I do it? May I try?\ Elsie asked timidly. “Y-e-s. But your fingers won’t go right the first time.\ It seemed a doubtful thing for him to give his dear flute into other hands; but Robbie did it like a little man Then, oh! some way It had.dropped, and Elsie had stepped on it; and it lay a poor, flattened flute, with the music crushed out of it. “Oh!\ Bcreftined Robbie. “You have broken mV flute—you—you!” The two mammas rushed to the dcor, but halted. They saw this pic ture: Elsie crying, cowering before Robbie, whose eyes flashed, whose fist was clenched to strike. Then, as they looked, they saw Rob bie controlling himself by an effort which shook his small frame. His face softened, his fist relaxed. “There, it was an accident; you didq^t mean to do it.\ “No, I didn’t Robbie, and I’ll buy an other; I’ve got forty cents. Do you s’pose ’twould cost more than that?” The two mammas slipped back un seen, thankful that their children had already learned lessons of self-control, justice, and generosity.—-Jewels. The First Horse Josie Saw. Little Josie Scott lived with his father and mother and baby sister in a tiny house on a tiny island in the middle of a large riyer. The island was so small that there was no space on it for horses or cows, chickens or pigs, and, as Josie had never been away from it in his life, he never had seen any of these creatures. “Oh, I do wish' I could see a horse!’’ he often sighed, when his mother told him how large and beautiful horses were, how good and patient, what loads they would draw, and how fast they could travel. He had seen pictures of them, ot course, but that was not nearly so nice as seeing one. “Wait until you \are a bit older, my boy,\ papa said, “and 1 will take you to the mainland, where you will see dozens of them,\ and Joe tried to think what a beauti ful place the mainland must be. Rut he didn't have to wait so long as he feared he mqit, and he didn’t have to go to the mainland, either, to see a herse. Every day ships pass up and down the river, and Joe found a great deal of pleasure watching them. He knew the names of most of them, and they seemed to him like old friends. Usu ally they moved by very quietly, but one day a great storm came and all these vessels had a hard time. About two miles up the river from the little island home were some large rocks, and one ship was blown into these and wrecked. No one was hurt, but a great many things were lost, and Joe stood at the window all the afternoon watching them float by. There were boxes and barrels, bun dles of wood, bales of hay, and all sorts of things. But what was this strange white ob ject coming so regularly and smooth ly? Joe had never seen anything like it. “Mamma, mamma,” he called, “come quickly! A great white thing is com ing, and it’s alive and is swimming. Oh, what Is it?’’ Mamma was at the window in a mo ment. “Why, dear child. It’s a horse!\ she exclaimed, “and the poor thing has been lost in the wreck. See, its com ing straight to us!” And on the beautiful white creature came, his pretty neck curved grace fully his finely shaped legs making strong, regular strokes as he swam toward them. In a few minutes he had reached the island, and scramb ling up the bank came directly to mamma and Joe at the window. \Ah. he wants company!’’ mamma said, raising the window and giving him a lump of sugar. “Pat his nose, Josie. he would like that.” And Josie gently smoothed the soft nose, and la^l his head against the beautiful neck. \He has been somebody’s pet, mamma, hasn’t he?\ he asked. “Yes, his gentle ways show that plainly. After he is acquainted, I think he will give you a nice ride.\ And he did. He was not| taken away from the Island for a week, and Josie rode him and played with him all that time. The two grew to love each other dearly, and Josie still believes that the first hrrse he ever saw was the first and Handsomest.—Elizabeth Roberts Burton, In Sunday School time* x - \ '*>>. •• ■ j A $100 Typewriter for 17 Cents a4)ay Please read tho headline ortg again. \1 Then its tremendous significance will , dawn upon you. 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