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The times., 1897-05-30

"What for?'' asked Miss Priscilla. as
she started to go into the house.
''Jes' fc' 'coration. :"
For what?v
"a 'Cofation, Miss ella" Terry had a
habit of trying TO use big words she had
heard, and it was often very difficult
to det.ipher her meaning.
why, Terry said Miss Priscilla. laugh
ing, what can you mean Are you going
to have a May party, and mean corona
tion?v
dat amt it," and the black face looked
wise. NANNY dun toIe me de Yankee
sogers up Norf has flowers put ON dar
grades terday. We dun got some oh dem
on dc knoll up yander, long wild Narsa
Gap'in. Reckon dey Will feel sligfted ef
dey don hab any put on 'em KANT I
hah de fo'clocks an play coration?'
Miss Priscilla paused. Love your enc
mies"-the words seemed whispered in
her ear she besitated flush as pink
as the cherry blossoms stole over her face
and a sweet light came into the dark
eyes
Yes, Terry" She said quickly, as though
she were afraid she would change her mind.
pick all the flowers you want, and [
Away Terry, dancing and shouting
down the rowered- bordered walk Som
they were climbing the knoll, each laden
with a weli-filled basket There Were SIX
graves, almost lost in the tan, waving
grasses. One. marked with a plain white
stone, bore the name of her soldier brother
The others were enemies, who lay where
they had fallen.
Terry was in her element as she ran
from one grave to the other, all the while
singing quaint old negro hymn. Twas "a
sweet picture, this Southern woman. who
had lost all, and the small black child scat
tering flowers alike on friend and foe
It was so sudden that Miss Priscilla
almost tainted: a step so close that she
could not turn, and a voice well remegn-
bered, although scarcely speaking above
whisper Priscilla, have you forgiven
your enemies?"
Just then came voice from the cabin:
.'Yo' Terry, come long hyahr' The short
legs race over the ground in obedience 70
the simmons.
Does go know him. mammy?''
''Cose / Goes OATS Marsa DOctah wat
took keer o. ole missus- He's one Oh de
Yankee sogers-"
Terry-s eyes grew big, and size whis-
pered to herself: Reckon dat's why Miss
CHA kissed him, cause he took keer ole
missus" Then she added, anxiously, "Ill
bet she dun forgot To say anything 10
mammy bout de aigs.''
The times., 1897-05-30
GIBSON PORTRAIT FRAMES.
New Fad Among the Younger ST: ii.
the Society of Baltimore.

The fancy worker never wearies 0f
inventing new photograph frames. per-
haps because the perfect one has not
yet been discovered Every Christmas
new design comes out. and if it Is
pretty it becomes the fad for d little
while; bur gradually its faults tsegin to
show themselves, and it is soon discard
ed 1t IS rare that a single design con-
tinues a whole year n popular favor,
A recent one, however. which is going
the rounds in the city OF Baltimore. al
Mits of so much variation in u COM
position that il may prove IOnger-Hyed
than most o. its predeee ssors. 1t has
grown out of the popularity of GibsOn's
pictures, which are great fayorites with
the younger set OF society girls
The idea is, in brief, to cut cut figures
and scenes from some OF the choicest
black and white pictures, tint them in
appropriate ColOrs. and paste them on "A
large piece OF Cardboard The cardboard
may he Of any shape desired, but most
of the frames are made either square or
oblong, with an oval in each upper COR
ner Just large enough to accommodate
a photo graph
Success in ma king such frame depends
very much upon what sort OF an artist one
is. Ssfne prefer to paste on the figures
aud supply scenes painted fTon memory
In such cases the scene is always of n
character that viii call up plea SAINT recoE
leetions OF occasions in which the per-
sons photographed participated
If the scenes are not actually painted
from nature, or if the frame-IEaker is
not an artist, it is better to search ones
collection of pictures for scenes suggestive
of the characteristics OF Cne's friends. F1r
the member of a college crew one should II
course select a water scene, or possibly
glimpse Of the training table. If that is
obtainable- For the gIee-ciuhman it should
not be difficult to lind a mandolin or
guitar player. A light canoe in a quiet
nook on frame containing a photograph
OF ones favorite oars:nan would suggest
q world OF associations t. either member
OF the canoeing party. AS Mr.. Gibson is
very versatile IN his art productions ;t
ought To he possible TO find almost any
scene desired somewhere in "a collection
or clippings from magazines and other
periodicals.
II one wishes to decorate the frame
around the edges with flower wreaths ano
the like. it is better TO use water-coloI
paper instead of cardboard. The whole
may then be framed under glass or pinned
up on the wall just as il is. with mica
transparencies to protect the photographs
Such a frame is very acceptable gift
for friends between whom photographs
have been exchanged Sometimes an ap-
propriate inscription is added. when the
frame is intended as a gift Engaged or
married people may connect their phOtO-
graphs with painted lovers knot. In
deed. the list of variations is endless, andas
it would ne impossible to name them all.it
is better to leave the rest to the imagina
tion and ingenuity of the reader
The times., 1897-05-30


tears to note the look Of determination on
his face
During the following years everyone was
trying TO recover from the terrible effects
OF war Once a letter had come. It was
after the death of her mother. when a
word of sympathy opened spring OF ten
tlerness in her heart. You are alone now
he wrote Il know what that meaus Tor
you VII you allow me to extend To YOU
my deepest sympathy, and If In the years
TO come you are ever in need of friend.
will you cali on me, to whom service
in your behalf would confer the greatest
happiness on earth7" She read the letter
over many times and hid il carefully away,
but never replied
Once she had read OF a wonderful Gis-
covery in the medical world by Harold
Gordon Ellert, NJ. D, but since then there
had been no sign, no word OF any kind
no one else had come into her life 10
whom her heart could respond Fifteen
years ago-the cherry trees We're in bloom
then. How lonely her life was.
Miss ella, has yo' said anything to
mammy?"
Miss Priscilla started, and hastily wiped
tile glistening tears that had stolen uncon-
sciously down her cheeks. The past had
conse back so vlvidly that the little up
turned black face was stranger
Terry looked anxious Has yo seed
nanny, Miss Cilia?"
What about, Terry" and she recov-
cred herself with an effort
'.'Bout dc aigs- Use dun washed de
bask't."
mo, child: but | don reckon you viii
forget again y
Deed won't" and Terry spun around
ON one foot in appreciation OF the for
giveness
The times., 1897-05-30

Her life in California is no mere dream
Of idlepess, for Miss Harraden is "a
practical farmer | was about to say,
but she comes very near it, for she.
planted a large number of trees On
the ranch, does good deal of the priIIt-
ing and gathering, and is clever at con-
structing fences and OF course she can
harness "a horse and turn her hand tn
almost anything needed inside the bouse
"a necessary accomplishment for any
lady who lives on q ranch, where female
servants Will not stay, and the invalua-
bic Chnaman may decide to depart any
day. He has q picturesque way of Civ
ing notice, before which This day month,
num- seems painfully prosaic.
The Chinaman will undertake the service.
of ranch for the consideration of f70
year and ne perfor rs every duty noiselessy
and perfectly: but just when you feel that
you adore him the most he tells you the next
day he must returG to China 1t is USE
less tc expostulate; the pigtai and yoar
comfort depart. At the end of the week, If
you visit the nearest settlement. You will
probably encounter John Chinaman busy
with the domestic requirements of one of
your friends. Certainly he will not have de-
OF speech denoting desire for change.
SO fascinating did Miss Harraden find her
active. outdoor life that editors and pub
fishers called to her in vain for sIBore stO-
ries 1t was not until her friends took per
emptory measures and locked her up in her
room that she was induced to write that de-
lightful. though sad, tale of California life,
..Hilda Strafford," in which the trials aud
disappeintments which await the settler
and the girl from England who goes out to
be his helpnate are drawn with painful eX-
actness The book embodies Miss Harra-
,len's views of what life on a ranch means
to many who quit the old country full Of
dreams Of the JOY and freedom of cultivat-
in q one S own land. And, while Miss Harra-
den would caution girls at hofDc not to
rush thoughtlessly into the life, she would
not seek to persuade them to say No to
their hearts choice because he lives on -
California ranch, but merely to consider
all sides Of the question, and if they are
delicate girls to give up the idea.
The times., 1897-05-30

him with much interest and discovering,
among other things, many of the students
were poor and without social antecedehts,
he said that he thoroughly approved of
our scheme of educating the peasantry.
He was sensible, If he was an EnSlishman,
Unless we want a peasant class IN this
country, we must believe in education,
and in just as much democracy and abso-
lutte equality in the schooIroom as it is
possible to maintain
The times., 1897-05-30
In the Land of the cliff-Dwellers.


In the high country the great pines sing
and moanin he wind at night and morning
The pinons and cedars on the lower levels
murmur fitfully TO the passing breeze
Small lizards rustic in the dIied gr ass
as they whisk from your presence. Prairie
dogs here and there chatter aud whistle at
you as you pass. As night comes on the
howls and barks OF the coyotes eirelng
far about the camp are weird and MOURN
full. But tue great country stretching away
for hundreds of miles has scarcely a human
hahitaton, few wild animals and birds
and these largely of the still kind. and sc
is mostly silent. 1t is very hot in the
daytime, with the sun straight at you from
above and back at you from the rocks
as you ride. II is sometimes rather try
ing to stop at midday, unpack and get
dinner. Perhaps there is no shade fOI
twenty miles, except under your nules
and your mules kick. But the air is &C
dry and bracing that temperature OF
from 10S to 112 degrees in the sun Il
never djsheartening, az is the ordinary SIM
nler weather ofUur Eastern cities with hat
combination OF heat and moisture which
SO remorselessly saps the energies. AsC
ever above is the marvellous sky The
nights are always deliciously cool. Alto
Eether, the vaHderer who doesn I mind the
Wholesome suuburn upon the skin and has
good supply of water IS about as free and
comfortable and happy as good mortals
deserve TO he How far away New Yorl
seems, And for the thonsand unnecessary
things which we gather about Us in ou
winter thraldom and dOte upon, how pitt
f,t1 -s-1. ffQirr to bGTtt
This is living. You get down tc sheet
manhood. face 70 face with the bare, re
IentissS. Fascinating OH earth: and nc
memory or art rebukes yoUr willing thral
dom TO the glorious pictures which morner
tarily rise and fade,-Harper' Magazir
fof .lrnc.
The times., 1897-05-30

soon made. IAthen began to study houses,
streets, and. in fact, the entire city, and
was soon able to III itshouses to people, and
being keen observer OF human nature, 1
often fit people to houses. OF course, it
requires tact. Tniess than a year my in
come was sufficient for all our wants. and
at the present time am entirely inde-
pendent, and have quite bank account
My health is better than it has ever been,
owing to the outdoor exercise.
This is the testimony Of the woman
herself Why not.try it, you poor, sick
ly creatures, whosare housed up all day.
sewing or waiting On customers, or work
Ing in the close office, and earning only a
mere pittance?S Remember, there is life
n the pure air.
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Mother. What did your father say when
he saw his broken pipe?
Innocent-Shall / leave out the wicked
words, mamma:
misunderstanding
Innocent-Then / don't bsicve there is
anything to tell YOU, mamma. Dublin
World
The San Francisco call., 1897-07-11
Anesthetics for Plants.

United States Consul Kirk of Copen.
hagen has forwarded to the State Depart.
ment the following translation of lee.
ture delivered by Mr.. Johannsen at the
Agricultural High School recently on the
results obtained by the etherizng method,
which consists in developing plants earlier
than is their nature by exposing them to
the influence of ether fumes. The lecturer
says:
by exposing sleeping plants to the in
fluence of ether and chloroform the result
is obtained that each plant, after the
treatment with ether. begins to shoot.
They have thus probably been awakened
from their previous condition of sleep or
inactivity. Li!acs grow splendidly when
placed in an air-tight compartment and
exposed forty-eight hours to the effect of
500 or 800 cubic centimeters of ether and
then put in a hothouse. just before
Christmas the plants had developed splen.
The San Francisco call., 1897-07-11
Everyday Heroism.

How many homes are there in our midst
in which instances OF everyday heroism
have not set in with the early morning
and continued till weary nature had de-
manded rest? We have ever with us con-
elusive evidences that all-yes. all-of us
contain some unknown possibilities, and
all have their weight and influence. The
heart-throbs of these brave ones are
known only TO Him who has said, 'Yea,
am with thee" and if he is with them
tits easy to understand why at times their
very countenances seem ilumined. |
know myself of sister soul whose life is
one succession OF evidences of everyday
herosm, but whose cheerful, sunny ma
ture only evinces that inborn reliance on
foundation not of this world, but of
higher one. The little ones, when the
hour seems the darkest, cling to their
mother with feelings of security, the very
act giving her renewed energy and
stronger trusting power in the arm that
never wearies of shielding his own.
/ Yet again, we meet our everyday hero
ism where the home circle has been rudely
rent in twain by the grim intrude er Death,
or by circumstances infinitely worse, and
the struggling ones left 10 bear the conse-
quences have done so without murmur
but with the unfaltering courage of the
soldier who faces the determined foe on
the field OF battle.
We have these evidences ever before us.
Not long ago our papers told of mother
waking up in the weary night hours to
find her home in flames. The first thought
was for her children. The struggle 10
grasp the sleeping forms seemed to give
her superhuman strength, and as the last
precious one was hastily placed in safety
she inwardly breathed a fervent Thank
God! we're al together yet" and then
turned to snatch up some belongings of
the little ones. The dense smoke from
some unseen quarter seemed to overcome
her. That was all-only one more evi.
dence of our everyday heroism.
The father, miles away at night work,
returned to find his home gone, his wife,
found by sorrowing hearts with the rem
nants of the children's effects held close
o her bosom, yet lying there with a
countenance not of fear or desp pair, but
peaceful resignation. We too we'll know
that her last thought was of the dear
tones whom she commended to Him whose
promises are sure.
The everyday life of those who wait and
m urmur not is marvellous and beyond our
conception, and we cannot be in COM
panionship long without a higher ap-
probation of the capacities of the soul
when at times 1t illuminates as though the
spirit of God shone through.
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far away. "It's the only time ever have
to rest. The children are so noisy"
"And where are they now?" l asked.
down there on the beach i'll their
bathing suits with their father" she
made answer. 81 know they are safe,
and they enjoy = with him, and it gives
me little rest.
Yes" | said, and looked at the tired
face and the dropping shoulders and the
rough, thin hands, and then up into the
big hungry eyes. SIT is beautiful"
ventured.
She leaned back against the rock and
sighed.
"Yes," she replied. sit is the only
beautiful thing l know OF. 1 wait from
Sunday night until the next Sunday
morning for this quiet rest out here. We
sent the children to Sunday school, but
now we come here, and my husband
needs the change, too, and the bathing
does him good. He can't afford TO leave
his work and go away. He would not 60
and leave US and we would not go and
leave him, and so we try this place.
Over near the shelter of another rock,
yet where she could catch the warmth of
the sun, sat q woman Win q sleeping
child in her arms.
She looked up, startled, and I saw traces
of tears on her face.
''The baby is not well," she answered,
smoothing the little coat and the stray
curIs that had escaped from the confines
of the pretty white bonnet. "She-" the
woman's voice changed, "she will never
be well again
And The pain in her face was pitiful.
IL work all week, she said, "and my
mother keeps the baby for me-its father
is dead. Sundays is the only time have
away from the store and 30 l bring her
with me for the fresh air. She loves
ii SOP
The little one stirred with a plaintive
cry and the woman held her close and all
the pain the child could have felt was
pictured on the mothers face.
How many reasons one finds for things
ii they care to search for them. The
were all happier there, these people
with their needs and their tired hearts
and heir loves and SORROWS, there by the
side OF the sea with nature around about
them-'the world forgetting, by the
world forgot" The merry voices OF the
bathers, mingling with the roar OF the
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breakers, were better than q song-the
mothers face more eloquent than a psalm
the words of the tired woman more
searching than sermon.
Harlow View had not the calm beauty
of the beach. There was something df-
ferent, although the sky was just as blue
and the waves just as wickedly happy.
think the sands looked warmer and the
rocks and ways were more beautiful than
those l had seen, but
Different? Yes, il was different. There
were crowds of men and women and boys
and girls, and they laughed and shouted
and sang until the voice of the ocean
came family and the sands had tawdry
look.
There were lovers here, too, and they
sat in arbors drinking or walked along
the sands openly boisterous. There were
mothers there, too, and their children
fought and screamed and ran about at
will while they sat and talked toge ther
and the men puffed clouds OF smoke up
into the erstwhile blue and the boys
played at ninepins with balls and sundry
black bottles.
And yet they seemed happy. Perhaps
it was the keenest JOY they had in life
as keen a Joy to them as our joys are to
US. Who can sayP
Hosts of people lined the beach beyond
the tall house on the cliff A quiet crowd,
wading with feet and ankles bare and
cleaning white against the brown sands
and the foamy waters. Little tots, scream
ing with delight and just touch of fear
a. the waters rushed back to the sea and
the sands were shifted bit beneath their
bare, dimpIed feet.
And the passers-by smiled on their play
as they wandered up to the Cliff, where
they can sit idly and watch the seals and
the passing ships and the great wealth of
waters and listen to the patent organ that
plays the same selection every five min.
utes.
Ten cents to go in" shouts the gray
whiskered. nervous-mannered man at the
entrance. Then this slip entities you to
10 cents worth of reireshments-a cup of
tea Or"
What a student of character he is!-a
truly valuable man. He doesn't saw
tea to every one. / watched him for
ten minutes and then 1 passed in and
The San Francisco call., 1897-07-11

Whose eyes grew dim as the morning light
Did threaten to discover
His presence to those who kept apart
man and a maid who had one heart,
Yet might not be united.
Yet the roses heard, as in days of old,
The dear familiar story
The tale of love by lover told
In the heyday of his glory.
And oh! they nestled as quickly down
On breast of snow breast all brown.
'Tis way they have, those roses.
The lovers have gone to their dreamless sleep,
Where no one is to love them;
Beside their couches the roses weep
And nod their heads above them.
And others will come, and some day go,
And over their graves the wind will blow
The roses crimson petals.
o fragrant flowers of San Jose,
About whose presence fingers
The mystic air of long past day,
The touch of sweetheart's fingers.
'Tis ye alone who shall lend your grace
To tighten the gloom of the worlds sad face
Throughout the deathless ages
The Wasp.
The San Francisco call., 1897-07-11
A BRIGHT AFTERNOON AT HARBOR VIEW.

Wicked looking little waves chased each
other up against the land, showing their
white teeth and blending their little
efforts with the deep ocean roar. Cool and
crisp and seaweedy was the ocean breeze
coming straight in from the hazy far away.
A band of white across the heavens, like a
maiden's girdlP, kept the deep, pulsating
blue from overlooking in its ioyousness
even to the sea.
Bakers Beach was apparently deserted.
No-even from distance 1 could distin-
guish one or two moving figures on the
smooth: cleaning sands.
Wait until you get there" some one
suggested, then look behind the rocks"
Behind the rocks? That is where one
usually finds sand-feas, and clans, and
worms, and crabs, and-and things.
But 1 looked behind the rocks after
reaching the resort and l found
why, queer-looking little tents, from
which would emerge head and collar
less neck, while suspicously bare-look-
ing hand and arm held. tight the curtain,
while anxious lips said Don't come in"
and wide-open eyes looked beseechine.
Not having any intention of venturing,
THEN remarks seemed absurdly irreie-
want, but l sat down at a distance in the
warm sand and let its shining bits run
through my hand as l watched the
pleasure seekers.
Here and there sat the inevitable be-
bloomered lady cyclist with her short
trousered and golf-stockinged accomplice
and their wheels. One or two pairs Of
lovers coced softly to each other, obivI-
GUS alike of sea and sky and earth and
curiously staring humanity. Now and
then from the curtains of oueer-lookine
tents would emerge form in scant bath
ing attire which would saunter down to
the waters edge and stand shivering and
contemplating, to the infinite amusement
and edifcation of the cyclists and small
boys gathered about.
Yes, there are lots of people about here
on Sundays" vouchsafed the lady who
sat near by with hook resting idly in hor
lap and her tired eyes fixed on the hills
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didly. The etherizing of the plants will
cost or ore Il to-1H cents) each. The
main point is to get the plants to shoot a t
any time before Christmas, even in Sep.
tember and October
ut can be said that some progress has
undoubtedly been made, but no one can
tell to what astonishing results this dis
covery may lead. Tulips. lilacs. ETC., can
be developed much earlier and have a
pretty color and great durability, as the
ether frees the plant of dec,mposable
matter. To etherizs the plants they are