The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1895-04-04

in pathos unutterable. A heavy price
to pay for gain of few hours in the
speed of a ship!
At military funeral the band plays
a mournful dirge and the troops march
with slow and measured tread and with
arms reversed. Returning from the
city of the dead to the city of the liv-
ing the band plays lively air and the
troops march gayly with arms
a-shoulder. The king is deadl Long
live the king! And I, following the
drum, shall strike a livelier air with a
quicker step.
Speaking of the exasperating balloon
sleeves the women wear, or the bal
loon sleeves the exasperating women
wear-either way is satisfactory-a
friend of mine, the manager of one OF
the great dry goods houses in the city,
told me strange story the other day
as to how they came into vogue, which
may serve to interest not only the dear
ladies themselves, as showing how
they are made game of, but the poor
husbands and fathers who have to pay
fer the extra material of the fad.
He told me that in the winter proceed
ing the advent of these sleeves an agent
of a French velvet manufacturing
house came to the store, and presenting
his card asked to see the manager
My friend was sent for, and on being
told that the matter was confidential
and of much Importance, led his visi-
tor to a private room, where he did
scheme unfold He said his house had
an immense overstock of velvet which
must be disposed Of that the scheme
could not we'll be worked in Europe,
and he begged to know if the artist OF
so prominent house could not design
some new feature of dresses that would
require large amount of material.
His house would make the terms salts
factory, and introducing new style
could not but be advantageous, ETC.,
and would monsieur permit him the
honor of a brief interview with the ar
fist of the establishment?
The artist was an attractive lady,
with an eye to the main chance, and
seeing at once the value of the scheme,
said to Mr.. Velvet:
Eyes, | will do it, but it is worth
something to me-about $200?" (rising
inflection).
"Oh, certainly madam"
The cash was paid the lady as her
personal tip, large part of the velvet
was shipped to Manhattan and worked
off on its gullible citizens.
Before leaving the establishment my
friend, the manager, showed me AL
illustrated advertisement containing a
cut of a lady arrayed in the looming
style this winter"-enormo velvet
balloon sleeves. What consolation il
is to know that we all have helped
that French velvet house out of its
difficulty.
; My friend, the manager, gave me
another strange piece of information
Observing that all the more costly ma
terials and dresses were being cut, ar
ranged and partially made by men,
asked what new thing under the SUI
: that meant.
= "Oh,' he said, I'VE can't depend
. on women to do the cutting or any o
the more difficult parts of the making
They can't cut a dress or a suit so a
to make it fit decently. We ever
-, dread" he said, 'to have a woman
take the measure of lady custome
for an expensive dress; we are Away
! afraid to cut the goods ON her figures
: and if public opinion would permit
p the entire business of measuring, cut
> ting, fitting and making would b.
q done by men,"
q Oh, ladies, ladies. and yet 70,
:. want to vote!
On one of the hottest Sundays las
/, summer ! had an engagement to preacl
. in suburban town near the city of -
# -. Reaching the city in the morning
II l sought the bureau of information t.
= learn the way to the Thorndale-avenu
Church. found the bureau outside
v dressed in blue suit and brass buttons
u who told me to take that car there,
j. pointing to one going to the right
: get off at Thorndale avenue, an
q walk to the church, these direc
r tions, given with an air of infallibility
Q contained one simple error-they wer
!, precisely and accurately wrong. Tha
!. bureau of information should have toll
r me to take the car going to the left
which would have landed me within
% block of the church. took that ca
d there however, and rode trustingl
d till the conductor called out "Thorn
d dale avenue" where Igot out. an,
= found myself "alone, alone, all, al
d alone, in as fine farming region a
J.. ever saw, with beautiful. straight
# hot, dusty road stretching invitingl
% before me. 1t was Thorndale avenue
Q as signboard said, only had struc
/. the wrong end Of 1.-THE rural, agri
d cultural end, as it were--and ther
IS was nothing to be done but to stri
o and travel quick if the Gospel was t
e be dispensed that morning in that pal
a ticular church.
II So rolled up my trousers, took o.
d my coat, grabbed my gripsack and be
gan my journey Ny shoes and clothe
it grew white, my collar lost its nerv
n along that broiling mile, and whe