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Cheek by jowl with the painted handker-
chief WAS one of dead black null, not black
bordered nor with black crest or mono
gram, but in solid color to 90 with some
extreme faddi>t's mourning costume.
Dora Wheeler, whom we hope Is not lost
to art, though she has committed matri-
mony. keeps herself supplied with tiny
handkerehiefs of the filmiest white CAM
brio, which are powdered over with the
most charming little flowers in natural col
ors, worked after the Associated Artists
designs. With her fresh giDgham frocks
for summer, she uses fine squares of lilac
cambria on handkerchefs in pale pink or
mauve. These are embroidered IN flax
thread, sometimes in white and sometimes
in cOlors. One rather eccentric young
woman who will have millions when she
marries contents herself with nothing less
dlaphanous for wear with her evening cos
tunes than handkerchiefs of butter-colored
mousselne de sole. Fol- day use when
choosing a spot for her monogram she
doesn't favor either the middle of her
mouchoir or its corner but has little loz-
enge of null stitched ON somewhere along
the border and on this is worked the highly
aristocratlc lettering.
1t takes no end of grace and courage to
manage the huge square of white linen
affected by the bachelor girl when she
steps forth in her stiff shirt BOSOM The
tenth girl shakes one out with neat little
flourish that is all piQuancy; the other
nine impress the sympathetic beholder with
the notion that they went by accident to a
big brothers bureau drawer.
Some charming novelties in gloves from
Paris have appeared. They have about
them the air of the boulevard. Some are
mauye-colored, some rose, some pale green,
faint yellow, suggestive blue. They are
marvelously dainty and extremely unfit for
the purpose TO which the unthinking put
them-to wit, street wear.
A pretty girl wore white suede gloves in
the park yesterday, with white frOck.
when did you get your appointment
asked cousin from Yale who is Il good
deal of tease.
"What appointment" returned the girl
suspiciously, seeming a joke OF some de-
scription.
"Why, haven't they been adopting Isa-
bella Beecher Hooker's suggestion and fit
ting out the city with p0licewOmen
May the scOffer prevail, for the woman
who will wear white gloves should have
answered "Yes," when the census enumer-
ator queried, "Are you an idiot"
AT little dance at the opening of fine
old country house the other evening | noted
as well as | was able for the heat that some
of the dreSsest girls present were wearing,
with their white ana gauzy costumes, black
mark me, black-kid gloves SO long that
they fairly came up on the shoulders.
Isn't it funny how the glove makers con-
time always to get in the same average
quantity of material? Now that we are
wearing long sleeves with demi-toilet, we
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WHITE PANSIES.

The beautiful, blushing morning
Had pushed back the curtain OF gray:
Her smile-the warm, golden sunshine
Had driven the shadows away.
All the glad, green earth lay smiling
In the dawn of the dear Easter day.
Like rainbow that comes at sunset
Aud tells us the storm Will cease,
After long, weary hours OF watching,
Like whisper of hope and release,
So the radiant roselight of Easter
Brings a beautiful promise OF peace.
had gathered my own Easter offering
To place in His temple so fair.
But humble IL seemed and SO worthless
Beside the rich offerings there
TWAS only handful of pansIes-
Pure pansies-white, fragrant and rare.
had paused in the grand church doorway;
The music stole cut through the gloom;
The altar flied with white lilies
And roses in sweet. snowy bloom,
And beautiful hyacinths filling
With fragrance the shadowy room.
And amid these beautiful blossoms
My flowers, unnoticed, would fall
My pansies, with blue eyes SO pleading,
How simple they seemed, and how small;
But His eyes could see, and lie will know
For Him mad gathered my all.
SO 1 forced back the tears and prayed softly
That His blessing might not be Denied!
Then heard a soft step on the carpet
And a young grl stood close by my side.
l shall never forget her white features
And her dark eyes so tempted and tried.
white panses." she whispered, her hand
clasped,
E" So sweet and so pure, like the snow;
They are dearer TO me than all others.
loved them so once-loug ago -
The voice was so weary and pleading,
The words came SO sadly and slow
That my heart overlooked with deep pity,
And Placed the fair flowers IN her hand.
"GOd ent them,'' Whispered, ''tis Eastsr;
His love and his peace fill the land;
Come to him." Then il silence together
We walked in his temple SO grand.
Then all through the sweet sacred service
She kneit in the rOselight alone.
And when the last anthem finished
he lifted her face to my own.
The dark eyes were tear. al and earnest,
he passion had gone from her tone.
The pansies have saved me-" she whispered.
with their beauty and fragrance so rare;
loved them-they only could comfort.
They brought me bright hope Tor despair;
They taught me the sweet Easter lesson
He has heard and will answer my prayer"
kneit all alone, glad and grateful,
In the quiet and peace of that hour,
For knew He had blessed my sweet blossoms
With some wonderful, magical power;
And silently thanked my dear Father
For my beautiful Easter flower.
ALICE E. STONE.
Martmsbur0, Le,cts County, ". Y.
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ALPHONSE DAU Oct.

How. the Disting uishcd Author Com
menced in the World.
- HE following Incidents in the career
81 of Alphonse Daudet are related in
sy2SS Harper's Magazine by III. a. Boyson,
who enjoys the privilege of personal ac
quaintance with the distinguished French
author.
"Alphonse Daudet, little delca tie man,
with dark beard parted at the chin, heavy
ringlets like lions name surrounding his
head, soft dreamy eyes, and extremely ro-
bust chest-such is he. When boy his
father failed, and for some time Alphonse
lived with him in perjury at Lyons But an
elder brother procured position in glass
store at Paris, and AlphOnse went to live
with him. They took the cheapest lodgings
IN the city, Tor money was exceedingly
scarce. In fact Daudet Travelled to Paris
in freght-car, wearing a pair of rubber
boots, inside of which were neither slippers
or stockings. The journey occupied two
days. and the boy did not taste food during
the whole time. Finally. when Paris was
reached, he was nearly frozen, as well as
starved. There they dwelt, far up in the
attic of building six stories in height
But neither of tie brothers lost heart.
Both bad an Astounding faith that the
younger possessed genius. One day IA stray
volume Of Daudets poems found it's way
was delighted with it, and exclaimed to her
brother-in-law. Can't we do something for
the boy who wrote these?' The Duke re-
piled, we can do everything for him If
your Majesty so Desires Then find out
about MIN and offer assistance she cried.
THE next day Alphonse looked down
from his attic window in surprise to see a
great carriage, bearing the royal coat-of-
arms, stop before the door. In moment
huge, impressive, dignfied, liveried
lackey came ponderously creaking up the
stairs. As he Knocked heavily on the door
Daudet reeled forward half in faint.
What could it mean? What would happen?
Nothing, the lackey said, except the Duke
sent his card to NJ. Daudet who would
please call upon the Duke one week from
that day.
"Ah, what preparations were made for
that visit! Surely Daudet could not go to
the palace in rags and tatters, so ne
searched the clOthing-st0res Of all Paris,
trying to hire dress-suit, but owing TO his
peculiar physique none could be found.
After many trials he succeeded in getting
hold of a tailor who made him a suit on
the strength of the Dukes card-for Daudet
had no money to pay for it-and on the ap-
pointed day he went to the palace. A score
OF others were present, but he waited his
where the Duke sat.
Can you writer Yes. SIR replied
Daudet. Very good; want a secretary;
pay 5000 francs. Good-morning.' The boy
was nearly overcome. He had never inn
agined that any one was paid that much
year-about $1,000. But be suddenly re-
membered that he differed in politics from
the Duke, and drawing himself up, an
nounced the fact Instead of being deeply
moved by this heroic course, the Duke SAID,
ooh, go get your hair cut. don't care any,
thing about your political beliefs"
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ated at FourvOirle, five miles from the
monastery, at the entrance to the Desert,
and $50 workmen are employed in the dis
tillery, the operations being superintendent
by three or four brothers The accounts of
receipts and expenses are kept at the mon
astery, and some idea Of the extent Of the
business and its profits may be gained when
| tell you that the Grand ChartreuX pay the
State 100000 francs annually for the right
to fabricate chartreuse, and they make
profit each day of 10000 francs, the greater
part of which is spent in good works. The
brother in charge Of the accounts is an ex-
military intendent, and among the forty
Chartreux at present in the monastery
there is an Italian General, German
Colonel, and man who was
LIEUTENANT IN THE FRENCH CAVALRY.
Many of them, brought here from feel
ings of chagrsn. intended to leave before
the time for taking the VOWS arrived, but
the fear of being called a defrOclled checked
their desire to return to human life. What
TomanceS could be written if one could for
a moment lift the veil which cOnceals the
lives of these men. What somber dramas,
what receptions, what chagrins of love
may not be covered over by the winding
sheet Of a monks robe.
The present monastery was built in 1876.
after fire which was the eighth that re-
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GOING WITH The TIDE.

Softly the shadows fall and grow
Softly her breath comes faint and slow.
Softly. softly:
And as we sit and watch IN vain.
Watch for a motion a moan OF pain.
Steslthiiy fears upon creep:
She may never waken again from sleep,
And We love her so!
Softly the wind DER the bleak moor blows.
Softly and surely the ebb-tde flows,
Softly, softly;
And as we hear its echoed sob
Like grim old oceans slow heart throb
We shuddering think, by her stlll bedsidK
Perhaps she is going with the tide.
God only knows.
Softly the dark clouds gather and lower,
Softly the night goes hour by hour
Softly, softly;
And as the time drags slowly along
We silently pray. yet it may be wrong.
"Oh God who giyeth take not away,
Spare her TO look on another day,
Our fair, frall flower"
Softly the dawn comes dim and gray,
Softly our hopes return with the day.
Softly, softly:
Ard as IL comes We trembling think
Twas fearful pause by Styx's brink,
Pray God it is DER and fears were vain,
Pray God that the may be bright again
And shades flee away.
Softly, yet slowly days doors swing wide.
Softly, Yet lingering the shadows glide,
Softly. softly;
But as they go mark In fear
That her face looks strange nay the lights not clear
Yet surely, ah, hush while we watched in the nigh
The angels came from the realms OF light
And-she went with the tide.
MILE CLIFF TON.
San Francisco, June 1899.
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Exrerience of a Visitor to the
Monastery in the Dau.
phiny Alps.
THE HOMES OF THE FRATERNITY
The Cloister and ChapeI-DaiIy Fare
of The Monks-An Ex-GeneraI
and Other Prominent officers
Among the Members Of the Or
der-Lady Visitors.

H-&s HE uncomfortable beauty of the seem
XIX cry, of which l had been told, writes
tyA}S a correspondent of the Boston Her.
aid, the mysterious silence of the cloisters,
of which l had heard. the renown that at
taches to a powerful institution, more auto
cratic by its statutes than the most despotic
government, the numerous legends which
have. gathered round the blonde liquor to
be seen to-day on so many tables, the
stories about the life led by monks buried
alive voluntarily in tombs of stone that for
nine months in the year are covered
with snow as with a white blanket
all these things united created naturally
longing to see and know the Grand Chart
reuse. There are several ways by which the
monastery may be reached from Paris. Per
haps the better one is to take train at the
Care de Lyons for GrenOble; 90 thence to
Toiron, country town, whence public
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ened by the thick shade of overhanging
trees, and where the only sounds are those
of noisy mountain torrents, harmonized ad-
mirably with the terrible solitude that
Bruno and his companions chose to estab-
fish themselves in 1884 A small bridge,
called the Pont de st. Bruno, spans a
ravine, and under it is staircase leading TO
an arch, but it would be impossible to reach
the road without long ladder. In answer
to questions, the conductor said that dur
ing the last two years military ingenuity
had been at work constructing mines, and
that even behind the mountains among the
ChartreuX one might some day feel the hor-
TOrs of war. 1t is almost defiance thrown
at nature, a singular point of contact be-
tween the life of the eloister and the agita-
ton of battle-fields. BY and by we arrived
at the monastery, without having seen that
we were approaching it. Situated nearly
1000 feet above the sea, 1t is on a high sum-
nit, remarkable for its dimensions and the
diverse constructions that give it the ap-
pearance. of village. 1t is very compact,
is this funnel-shaped Enclosure surrounded
by high mountains, among which the
Grandson, highest of all, lifts its sharp
peak into the clouds, while on a clear day a
large iron cross may be discerned standing
out in bold relief against the blue sky at its
very top.
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duced to cinders all the buildings. An
avalanche and eight CONGREGATIONS are a
good many catastrophes for one institution
to experience.
Lady visitors TO the place find hospitality
in an infirmary hard by, managed by sis
ters. All women are obliged to separate
from the males OF the party on the thresh-
old Of the monastery. After supper hus-
bands may go and see their wives in the
parlor of the infrmary, but they must re-
turn by 10 o'clock. Just before going to
the chapel / met one tourist who told me
he had been to see his wife, and after wait
ing few minutes she had come in, led by
sister; but the atmosphere Of the place
seemed to have affected her, and she walk ed
with a dreamy air and half-closed eyelids.
The clock struck u; hurried to my room,
turned in, and slept soundly under the
smile Of a saint ON the wall until the sound
Of the monastery bells, slowly calling the
Chartreux. to morning prayers, awoke me
from my slumber
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cut down one set of gloves to one or two
buttons only to piece on the extra kid when
we come to another set appropriated to full
dress, that is, to bare neckS with no sleeves
at all.
Miss Bertha Robinson, the tennis cham
pion, tells me that the newest gloves for the
country are also the best she has ever SEEN
The kid has Russian finish which prevents
it from cracking or stiffening after being
wet so that it can be caught in picnic
thunder-showers without damage for
whole season. Widely removed from
thoughts of such homely utilities are the
latest evening gloves, which are of pale
fawn, cafe au lait. mushroom, delicate
greenish blue, lilac and mauve suede, with
the tops made of alternate rows of kid and
Vaenciennes. Such gloves are marked
S14 So. The wonder is they don't make it
SIS.
The newest mousQuetaires have gussets be-
tween the fingers, but there is no gusset be-
tween the fOreiinger and the thumb. For
street-wear light dressed kids have lapped
seams and rows of stitching on the back
which are less pronounced than last winters
specimens. For carriage wear and calling
the ugly pearl-gray is again in vogue, and
women who feel very sure of themselves
and their social position wear gloves stitched
with crimson or black or white on green,
mauve on gray-anything TO get sharp con-
trast of tones. In spite of the charms of
these French novelties it is not likely that
they will displace undressed tan-colored kid
in its scores of shades for either the street or
evening toilet OF the conservative woman.
The new silk gloves come in every delicate
shade that is possible to dress fabrics, and
promise to redeem their past reputation by
wearing extremely well. A lady was wear
ing some this morning in lilac stitched with
black. They have REINFORCED finger-tips,
against the raids Of the long pointed, fash
iOnable fnger-nails.
The two colors most used in stockings
are black and silver; the one for useful
wear, the other for dress occasions, match
ing the gray silk and kid shoes which have
such summer vogue. Manufacturers
seem to think-perhaps with some show of
reason-that there's no limit to woman's
folly, provided she has money and thew
show her something new. At any rate
they are setting insertions of Valencfennes
and Malines lace in stockings, and there's
no doubt that girls who dress not wisely
but too well will be captivated by such
costly tawdriness. It's amusing to note the
struggles of the Jenness Miller proselytes
with their hose They wear, according to
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THE RACE PROBLEM SETTLED,

My ancestors came from Ole virginy,p
nebber was dar, you sec;
In those times culiud folks was slaves,
Now we'se massas heI he! he'll
I'm han'sum cullud boy
Waiter in the Bon-ton Cafe;
When gem'uns want more co1y
Use den sure to look far away.
Lady axe " Some cake, please"
Mother, Please bring some tea"
Tney used to boss US and whip US
we'se de bosses nowi he'll he!
Some wants to scatter us ober de LAM
Like black pepper ober de hash.
'Spects If we wish Wen trabble,
Same as de " poor white trash"
Want us to live in AfricyI
Den reckon twould be rather slow,
No! we'se 'Merican citizens,
An we don't propose to CO.
GRACE HIBBARD.
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Sailors on life's tempestuous sea,
The port once reached, why should we mind
If all our dangers left behind,
Our boats lie moor'd eternally,
For wind and tide are cruel foes,
They drift us ceaseless to and fro
And drive where would not go
Unto strange lands that no one knows.
And If we wake from sleep no more,
In Lethe's stream we sure shall fnd
Forgetfulness, and leave behind
All things that vexed our spirits sore.
The poppy wreath and lotus crown
VIII bind with drowSy spell the brain,
And shut out all the thoughts OF pain.
In vain shall fate upon frown.
Nor will we weep more bitter tears,
Nor sorrow for the young hopes lost,
Or for the bright dreams marr'd and cross'd,
Naught shall we know of griefs or fears.
Yea. when the shadows nearer creep
That in their folds the day shall hide.
We know whatever else betide
We shall full calmly, sweetIy sleep.
So let all vain repinings cease,
And let US go unto our rest
AS Graded on the mothers breast.
And fall asleep in perfect peace.
San Francisco. June, 1890. SELMA SCHMIDT.
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of the chapter-h0uSe, in which are rows OF
wooden benches attached to the walls, and
the portraits of the general fathers painted
on the ceiling has no interest for the pro-
fame. Here each year, in the first week in
May, the priors of all the houses of Char
treux meet to occupy themselves with
spiritual and temporal affairs connected
with their Institutions. The little cemetery
was next visited. On one side are graves
surmounted with stone on which is the
name of the defunct and beneath these
stones sleep those who have been at the
head of the establishment. On the other
side are simple wooden crosses without in
scriptions, and these mark the last resting
place of the common brothers.
The library, which possesses $4,000 vol
umes, is the only part of the institution
where there is any evidence of luxury. In
it l saw silent phantOms in white hoods
carrying, replacing, seeking documentary
vOumes-books big and little. The reject
DRY is a beautiful arched room; table at
the end is reserved for the prior of the
house, the others occupying tables in rank
of priority. The forks, spoons, egg-cups
and plates are all made of wood, but the
little vessels for wine and water are made
of earthenWare. and these have two han
dies, for the monks use both hands in drink
ing. Not word is spoken during the meal,
but brother chants the lessons for that
morning. Not a very lively way to have
ones dinner, perhaps, but then the Char
treux are not supposed to be funny men !;
and they only take their repast in common
on Sundays and on certain fete days.
was, like many others, under the i'm
preston that each cell was composed of
single room, but that is a mistake. for each
inmate has his own little house, all being
made after the same pattern. Near the
door is a little wicker gate, through which
the monk receives his food. which IS always
without meat. and visitors have likewise to
conform to this regulation. Should the
brother require aught else he writes down
his needs and leaves the paper at the
wicket. and presently he finds at the same
place what he asked Tor. First of all L
travelled little gallery, which in winter
months serves as promenade ground-ln
summer there is little garden
IN FRONT OF EACH MONKS HOUSE,
In which he may exercise. On the ground
floor of the building was woud-pile and a
joiner's workshop; above was bedroom,
with its sort of cupboard bed, coarse mat
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which she writes. 1t was very well for
Thoreau to live in the woods, and Mr.. John
Burroughs may and does find it convenient
to lurk about slyly to surprise the shy in
babitants of tree and nest, but Mrs. Miller,
being woman-and moreover woman
with a family-could not do that. so she
wisely contriYed to bring the birds indoors.
She has room fitted up exclusively for
her pets, and never were birds better cared
for, according to all accounts. Here she
can observe and train and experiment. The
results of her observations are jOtted down
in blank books, Of which there is one tor
each bird, inscribed with its name. Her
articles on this subject are seen in all the
leading magazines, though she does not
confine herself to her specialty-Topeka
CAPITAL
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of silk muslin to be plated full about the
neck and tied with ribbon under the chin.
For bingham and pink dresses, turned over
collars are among the novelties, in white
batiSte or in rose, ecru or pale blue lawn.
These are sometimes mounted on cneml-
settles, though not always. Marrow collar
cites are rather cOniical They show double
ruchings of fringed silk tied in front with
ribbons. Big throat bows of black gauze
are among the prettieSt of the neck fixing.
Vandyke points of white lace are attractive,
set over white crepe plated in ruttles Lace
collars and cuffs come in pretty sets aud
find many admirers. Linen collars have
the corners turned down slightly and the
cuffs are rounded off on their upper edges.
Striped cuffs share their empire with plain
white ones The daintiest dress accessories
observable are the Venetian searfs of soft
crepe de chine to be crossed on the breast
and passed under the arms. Women who
90 shopping these hot June days are buy
ing shoulder shawls," which are squares
of cream-colored or white India silk, en-
broidered all over with flower sprays :and
edged with deep fringe. These are folded
as a Quakeress folds her kerchief and worn
at twilight on the cottage veranda or hotel
piazza when the wind begins to turn chill.
The simplest way to finish the neck of
gown if one does not care to spend much
money is to buy some of the soft, mex
pensive Oriental lace, gather il full and let
it fall over in a frill. ELLEN OSBORN.