The morning news., 1892-02-21

q rough skim"
One day last month. says a writer in the
New \ ork Recorder, l had the pleasure OF
visiting friend who is the proud possessor
OF some valuable historical relics A pretty
college girl. though not from Vassar, was
admitted with me to the den where the
treasures were pr preserved. Apart from COM
menting on entering the room that she
didn't care much for stuffy things the
fair creature was silent while the host
kindly explained why each article had such
value. Turning TO me as he placed his
hand on a table, he said: "And this is
Benedict Arnold's writing desk"
90 replied, 81 fear il were to use ie
It would interfere With my work by keeping
me thinking of the past"
Then the college charmer Frightened up
aud she cried: 30, did you ever meet Mr..
Arnold And isn't hlB Light of ASIA
lovelyI"
My friend and glanced at each other as
I replied, "Yes. very beautiful :" and then
he turned the subject.
think that girl must be in some way re-
lated to the woman who critically looked
from little distance at brooch made from
the Charter Oak and then asked, in bated
breath. lis it aliveP Truly it takes all
sorts OF people to make up this world.
OAOFCo aiC uON TO OTOeF. Inc
favorite shades are all the tints of tin aud
yellow. Bois de rose is very popular here,
while various hues of green, gray and blue
are also in favor. The design for each pair
OF gloves must originate in the active brain
OF the wearer. Small insects adorn the
cuffs of certain damsels, delicate flowers
are more to the taste of others, while one
eccentric young woman bought a pair of
pale green evening gloves and insisted that
green frogs should be embroidered upon
them.
We have all read and admired in our
school readers the kingly courtesy which
drank from saucer to set at ease the un-
tutored guest who knew no other way to
secure his broth, says the New York times.
AT woman's luncheon the other day one
OF the company told how this act Of feudal
monarch has been paraphrased by a modern
queen-an American woman.
ut was" said the relator, several years
ago when we first moved here. Atthat time
persistent bonnet wearing was not in vogue
In the smaller towns, although in New York
even then the custom was well established
Soon after my arrival / was invited to a
church entertainment. and was chagrined,
on reaching the dressing room, TO find every
woman except myself in dressy bonnet
which she did noe lay aside
"Perceiving my own blunder instantly,
It was with keen sense of embarrassment
that l, perforce, put off my knitted 'fasci-
nator' and faced the prospect of spending
the evening among strangers singled out by
my unfortunate ignorance. Undoubtedly
my face displayed the modification l felt,
Tor noticed lady looking
at me several times in u friendly,
nen-sympatnetic way. She was
evidently well-known and popular woman
in the company, for everybody greeted her
with great cordiality, and you may fancy
my sweet relief when this woman, whose
heart was as tender as her face was lovely,
fused about, famed herself conspicuously,
and finally declared the rooms were going
to be unbearable and she believed she would
leave her bonnet upstairs, 1T will be SO
much more comfortable She must have
sighed to put off the dainty little article
which completed her handsome toilet, and
noticed her hair, dressed for q bonnet.
needed considerable arranging to be pre-
sentable without one. but l am sure her
heavenly crown got an especially brilliant
jewel that night for her most womanly sue
cor OF a sister in distress"
New York. says Clara Belle in the New
York Press. is full Of theml Whatl You
ask breathlessly, and l am constrained to
answer: CrotOn bugs. They are harmless
little beasts, apparently consisting Of a ma
hogany y-colored envelope filed with air. But
they are quick steppers, and when one sud
denly sprlnts across your lap, especially if
you have ltght-coored dress on, you are
sure to be startled and sure to give little
scream. | have done it myself. and the
deeper you are plunged into reverie or alb
straction the bigger that croton bug will
seem to be. The'last one that startled me
seemed as large as a mouse! Well. If you
don't know must tell you that croton bugs
are not respecters Of places. They go
everywhere even into my lady's
wardrobe, attracted no doubt by the odor
of the marshmallows or caramels which
lately reposed in her pockets. In this way
certain croton bug went to the Italian op-
era last week, the rogue having hidden
away somewhere in the skirts of a charm
ing crepe de chine gown belonging to the
handsome and somewhat frivolous Mrs.
Charlie J. Immediately back of that pair
of exquisitely nodded shoulders sat Harry
de B., noted about town as an audacious
f1irt, fearing neither mothers nor husbands.
Harry is as bold, bad and handsome as they
grow. Every one knows that he had been
making desperate love 60 Charlie J. g wife
before her marriage, and the gosstps and
quid nuncs now watched to see whether he
would try and keep up the comedy.
Faust" was given that night. and the
prison scene had been reached. The gas
man had his lights unusually low, the or
chestra was just in its pianissimo passage
when q suppressed scream burst from the
box occupied by Charlie J. and his party.
There we're Kisses from the music lovers Of
the upper tiers at the confusion in this box =,
for the beautiful young wife spraDg up,
and, being received by her husband, vas led
from the box. Harry de B. followed. and
when the party had reached the corridor,
Charlie turned savagely upon the famous
male coQuette and burst out: "You're a
scoundrel. sir. / forbid you ever to enter
my house again."
"Charlie. you're fool !" whispered Harry.
"You may be drunk, for all know, and I'll
see you again about this matter. Good
"What did he do, darlingF' inquired the
outraged husband, as the prof essional
masher started away.
Dor echoed the astonished wife. "Why,
what do you mean~
"Meanp repeated the husband. "What
question: Didn't he insult you? You
screamed"
"Idiot?' sneered the wife. Nothing of
the kind, 1t was only one of those horrid
croton bugs that ran over my lap. 1t looked
as big as o mouse. guess you would have
screamed"
Charlie was Off like flash, and i've min
utes later he and Harry were washing the
resentment out of their throats with a small
bottle.
ID those croton bugsl" muttered
Charlie somewhat later. "I1l get them out
Of this house or tear it down!n