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The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1897-04-17
Belts and

The narrow belts, that have held their
OWN with shirt waists for so long. come,
for this season. in the daintiest posi-
be c~onfections of white leather. -un
through movable clasps Of turquoise
blue with gold edges, and blue belts.
And the belt clasps are more fascinat-
ing than Uer. studded with r~hinestones.
or with imitation ~turquoises and pearls,
OF with rocco ornaments, or in quiet,
ornamental designs. Blouses for wear
under jackets and coats are made per-
fectly plain. or tucked horizontally in
the back. and in front with side plaits
turning away from a vest of white satin
covered with Irish point or Venetian
lace. finished at the neck with two falls
of lace. with a knot of velvetin the center
TO match the velvet points or revers, or
decorations of any sor at the back Of
the collar. Quite vivid contrasts of
color are seen. as, for instance, a
blouse of figured taffeta on a violet
ground has a knot at the throat of the
nost vivid burnt orange. with the sane
eolored velvet at the back of the collar.
A gray blouse has accessories of prim-
rose velvet. These knots at the throat
are small and closely tied. And besides
the bit of color given by the velvet, the
silk is further frightened by fancy but
tons of all sorts put on either side Of
the vest.-St. Louis Republic.
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PART OF THE STOW.
q Feature That n Knowing Yours
Man Did Not understand.

-NoA
She tripped lightly down the aisle,
and an usher gave her a seat n the hrsr
Tow. To be sure. her hair looked as 4
Peroxide had lent a helping hand in
giving 1t color, but from under the
huge hat appeared . pretty face. Now.
z pretty face covers a multitude OF
srs, = the chappie who was seated
directly behind her tried his best 10 let
hel know he was there.
Her appalling hat was adorned with
PluHes, and people behind her Won
osTed Il she would take II OF. Chap
pie VS. sure Of II.
Il res a girl who is up 10 date"
said g.: she reads the papers. and
I'll bel she takes it of when the cur
tain Cos up"
L hope she does replied the man
next 10 him, for If she leaves II on I'm
afraid I shall not see much. and I am
sure ycJ won't, because YOU are directly
behind her"
Don't worry" chappie said, cossol-
ingly.
The maiden heard part Of the CONVEX
satioR, and smiled under the hat.
The orchestra came in and PLAYED the
overture, but she still kept the hat OF.
The bell rang. the curtain rose. and
she sat there wholly u~nconcerned-
ChaPpie's expression OF admiration
changed TO remarks Of disgust but the
eamsel noticed him not.
The play was well under way. and
ehappie was about TO utter a good.
round protest, when his revenge came
II 4 different way.
The two comedians came down TO
the footEghts and sang a topical song.
They sang OF various things OF inter
est, and gradually drifted around 10 the
theater hat Right in the midst OF the
song they stopped and looked down at
the pretty blonde in the first row. The
audience began TO litter. and chappie
laughed aloud. The damsel hesitated
a moment. then raised her hands to her
head, pulled out two long hat pins and
lifted of her hat
The house roared and chappie yelled:
Good" at the top OF his voice. The
comedians finished their song and then
the pretty blonde got up and went out.
As she passed chappie she smiled al
him, but ne had hardened his heart
against her and took no notice OF her.
"Thlt's a good thing" said a young
man to chappie as they stroLled out.
What's a good thing?"
That big hat" explained the young
man. 1t goes with the show.
Chappie smiled a sickly smile, but
Kept his peaCe.-Detroit Free Press.
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1897-04-17

For going OF. our life grows gray
IN shadow OF the passed away:
The things Ne had. and have o seem
The fading vision Of a dream,
= voices hushed. dear AID ~unETaspsd
Dear household broken. links Tcciaspe6
Ina la:e were binding kith and kin;
Such winds of sorrow have swept in
Tha wide waste & c everywhere
a. empty silence bleak and bare
Not TOW with starry lilies digit
We the Casters morning light
Dur lilies bloom beyond the tide,
STes; fields are OF that other side,
Here meet we pain a-d tre; and loss,
And heavy weight OF rouEh-hewn cross.
When Easter breaks. thank God. we say,
For strength SIN equal TO our day.
For hopes thai span the road before
Ard love that climbs TO Heavens door.
It's much. Il but, serene and Sill,
We can socept The Fathers vii.
And contorTed. Uplift our psalm.
And feel, through tears, the Easter balm
And nov. by every leEly grave.
One tender thought our fond hearts crave.
That He whose outward Erave-clothes lay
Folded and fair on Easter day
May cone so much our own 20 be
That aye His blessed company
May light Ike sunshine al our gloom,
And make our Easter lilies bloom
In heart : = join with full accord
The anthems &c the risen Lord.
Margaret E Saagster. in Chicago In
terror.
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Emhalmed with Tar

1t has not been so very long since IL
was a custom in England to hang SNUG
glers on gibbets arranged along the
coast, and to tar their bodies, so that
they might last a long time and be a
warning to ether culprits. So recently
as 1922 three men thus coated could
have been seen hanging before Dover
castle. This embalming process was
sometimes used on other criminals.
Thus John Painter, who fired the dock
yards at Portsmouth in 1776, was hanged
and then coated with tar. From time
to time the process vas repeated and
his body lasted IA years. Chicago
Times-Herald.
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1897-04-17
EASTER TRIUMPH.
A Fresh Impetus Given to the Upward
Aspirations OF Mankind.
RossER coBBE.

ASPIRATIONS OF MRnkluu.
The passing of the severe eason is
the signal for undisguised triumph in
external nature Sky and sun. and
mead and cray. are lighted up with a
Few fire. 1t is the feast of the sun, the
yearly awakening of the myriad sleep
ing beauties-the running of the sap.
the coloring of the leaf and the flower.
the return of life and strength and myr-
lad activities.
Mans Easter is at one with that of
nature and with the Divine who is risen.
The ancient church ranks the resurrec-
ton as the first and primal basis of her
claim. For if He is not risen there is
no shadow of right in Christianity as a
Divine institution. But. on the other
hand. all men are risen with Him. The
world rose very great and strong on
that Easter morning when Love came
back from the tomb with a message OF
hope and a proof and assurance Of the
faith of the chosen few.
Ever since Easter triumphs have
multiplied. rising is the new order. Ex-
celsior is the schoolboy's motto. Full
grown ambition sees nothing in the
way of his attaining the greatest honor
or the highest station-except lack of
opportunity and unfavorable circum-
stances. The primeyal downward in
mar comes back now only as an atay-
ism that is u of place and out of date.
In the aspiring of an ill-judged pur-
suit of greatness or success. the bad
trait of some long dead ancestor comes
back to pull down. instead of building
up. The general tendency. however. is
upward. We believe a fresh impetus
was given to it on the first Easter when
the women waited for Him to come
back-the Light of Hope from the
sightless eyes Of death. There i no
more darkness or death, but light and
life.-Collier's Weekly.
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THREW HIM To THE GROUND.

is the property of a married woman.
Shame upon you!"
When he was permitted to go down
stairs he inquired for Mrs Travis. 1t
would be but an act of propriety and
courtesy to thank her in person for her
kindness to a sick man.
She had gone away the evening be-
fore with her mother.
THE deuce take it," he said, regret
fully. IAN 1 never to see her face?"
When next Easter day came Victor
Bradnor was in Rome and with thou
sands of Others attended the magnificent
services at st. Peters, where all the
pomp and circumstances of stately
robes, grand professions and artistic
music combined to give emphasis to
this day of days in the calendar. Brad
nor lisssned Pensively to the glory
strains Of organ and the rich-toned
voices of the men and boys of the choir.
His thoughts were far out and away in
the UNCOVERED Virginia church. and
he felt that the music of her voice was
SnCCOI tudd tHGL VI - lC AaA Oh-
which echoed in st. Peters While the
organ pealed and voices blended with
it in happy acclaim of Resurrection
day. he thought he could hear her
divine vocaEzation above them all. soft
and gentle withal as the zephyr at even
tide.
He was glad when the services were
ended, because their suggestions
brought too freshly before him the
r-ecoIlections of the Easter day of the
previous year. He felt he must go
through life haunted by a voice. the
owner of which he burst not look upon
even should he chance to meet her. be-
cause she was the wife of another.
Passing into the outer air, he walked
along aimlessly pursued by the object
of his love, the voice that continued TO
haunt him. He was aroused out Of his
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church. and Il recalled tender memories
Of the days of his youth.
Following its sound he reached the
edifce, which stood in the midst of a
neglected graveyard full of grave
stones. many Of which were fallen or
broken in pieces. Tangles of bush and
brier were on every hand.
Entering the house Of worship. which
he found TO be already filed. he mod
estly took a seat rear the door and IN
der the gallery of the choir.
The day was Easter. and the plain
oaken altar bore large vases OF sweet
flowers, whose fragrance had stolen all
over the audience room and made the
air of the April morning grateful with
its presence.
Soon the little organ sent forth a
peal announcing a prelude. and the
young man looked bored. But in a mo-
ment he assumed an attentive, rapt at
titude, and rippIes of glad sunshine
played over his features.
A voice of marvellous sweetness rang
out within the narrow walls of the
sanctuary 1t was full, rich. clear, d.
vine almost, in its expression.
Bradnor thought of the angel song
on the plain Of Bethlehem, and closed
his eyes as though 10 shut out all sight
lest the glorious harmonies be lost to
him.
he did not think of the singer. wneth-
er old or young, nor of the triumphant
-1-l= aF .ha hy-- Eho ea-o u -r1r
her voice. so intense in its earnestness,
SO futelike in its softness, yet so human.
withal. that had entered his soul.
Thenceforth he had no heart for the
prayers, nor the words that were read,
nor the sermon that was spoken. BE
sat as one in a deep sleep, from which
he only reused when the ineffable voice
rang out in its rich cadences. Others
mingled with it, but these lie did not
hear.
When the services were ended he
slowly made his way TO the village inn.
where he had been stopping during the
past week. There he inquired Of the
landlord concerning the owner of the
voice.
Boniface was a fat, wheezy fellow,
whose thoughts came slow and whose
speech was slower. Braduor found it
necessary to repeat the question.
She's Mrs. Kitty Travis" slowly
came the reply, wife of Tim Travis,
who"
20. the deuce," CALCULATED the young
man, as he turned dis~appointedly away.
The landlord stared al him with his
great google eyes in establishment and
attempted a movement to call him
back. but Bradnor had disappeared
from the room. Several times during
the afternoon and evening the host es-
sayed speech with his guest but was
so halting in purpose that he never sue
seeded.
Bradnor took an early morning train
for his home in Baltimore, and when
the sun rose the hills around the little
Virginia village were far behind him.
But he took with him a memory of that
place, fresher and sweeter and purer
than the white lilies that grew in lux
uriance upon either side of the roadway.
1t was the voice of a woman in the ivy
mantled village church.
"Confound it" he muttered, "and the
owner of it is married! Yes, and doubt
less gray and old and wrinkled. What
have you TO do with the voice Of a mar
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that fresh one yer supplied to replace
the others When a week had passed. he
turned suddenly upon Jerlyn and
thanked him for his an and the gift
of the flowers.
FLOWERS. what fowers?" demanded
jerlyn. nervously. He was a little.
nervous man. who spoke rapidly.
Didn't know you cared for EN-. 1
don't. Cabbages r much more TO my
taste. especially when boiled with bacon
or bsef."
Bradaor did not pursue the subject.
but be brooded over il all the more. he
had no acquaintance or friend at the
Springs save Jerlyn. and he was sur
the landlord he'd not provided them.
He was now able to sit in an easy
chair and the doctor had promised that
within a day or two he might with the
cid of clutches, leave his room and
mingle with the guests of the hotel.
The following morning he was awake
when Bridget. the chambermaid, en-
tered his room and was surprised TO see
her bearing 4 cluster of fresh roses in
her hands.
Bridget" he said. with frmness,
come here"
The girl, somewhat trepidant, ap
preached his bedside, still holding the
flowers.
so it is you who have been filling
that ase every morning, is it,"
"Shure. o !. an so it VOL" she replied,
with a courtesy.
Yes. Bridget. now hand me that
pocketbook on the table there That
is well. Now | VANITY you TO tell me who
gave you the roses TO bring in to me-"
"Howly mither. sor. an that l will
piver be afthcr doin'. Mrs. Travis, the
Teddy. sor. thrittened me l don know
what av I sid 4 wurred about her. sor-"
That will do. my girl" ne said. gen.
tly. as he placed a bill in her hands.
Leave the roses here by my side and
go cut of the room fer 4 little while"
Tin dollars" cried Bridget, after
reaching the hall, An all because | wor
afther refusin' the tillin' av him who
STINT them! Shure the kind gintleman's
gone clane delft"
Brsdnor seized the cluster eagerly
and let his nostrils drink in their CRATE
full odor. While he did so the memory
of the heavenly voice freshened. and he
seemed TO hear it sing over and over
again the hymns Of the Easter day SER
vice. Then he listened for the dear
words of the flower song" Tis the Last
Rose of Summer" In a deep revery he
closed his eyes for several moments.
after which he opened them again. laid
the roses down with a profound sigh
and then said. aloud:
"Victor Bradnor. you wretch. you are
deeply. desperately and foolishly in
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| Still, though he SDeered and reproyed
himself. the voice quickened and cent
Dat repeated melodies in the great cham
Der of his thoughts
PEOPLE from all over the country and
among the throDgS was Victor Bradnor.
who had gone thither not so much for
his health Is 10 get away from the heat
of the city and the ennui that at times
oppressed him.
The evening was a delightful ore in
August. and Bradnor was seated upon
the veranda OF his hotel. holding high
converse with an old acquaintance he
had first met at Florence, and, later. az
London.
This friend was languidly telling of
a misadventure he had on a gondola al
Venice. in which a fair Venetian maid
figured. punctuated by an Involuntary
bath in the blue waters. when. suddenly.
BradHor leaned his head TO one side.
like a dog when attentively regarding
his master.
BE no longer heard his friend. The
firing OF a cannon would not have d.
verted him from the object OF his in
terest.
Again tie tender chords of memory
were touched and his big chest heaved
ike a huge bellows pumped by a smith.
The voice of the village church
poured ont its richness in 4 stream of
glory, Overwhelming yet inspiring him
with its refreshing. The woman was
singing the Last Rose of Summer" a
touch of sadness pervaded her voice,
which now and then nearly quivered
with emotion as she declared the soil
t~arineSs of the flower and the death of
its fellows She was singing in the
great hall and the liquid n poured
through the open windows.
When she had done he sighed heav-
lily. arose and strobe abruptly away
from his friend. who. with mild sur
prise upon his couutenance. likewise
stood upon his feet and slowly followed
after BradDcr.
The latter proceeded on his way until
he reached the end of the long piazza,
NAen ne laCeN doouI anu pauSeu. upon
the very brink of the broad flight of
steps.
His friend drew near and was about
TO address him. when a party of ladies
approached from within and both gen.
tlemen moved a if TO permit them to
have greater freedom in passing. Brad
nor. in his abstraction. stepped back
ward instead of forward, with the re-
suit that he lost his footing, slipped and
fell heavily. rolling over until he
reached the ground. |
Instantly everything was in confu- !
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destruction by 4 sudden scressa and
then another.
Just ahead of him G great burly fell
low, a thievish beggar, it would seem,
had seized 3 woman. an elegantly
dressed lady. by the arm. while her
companion. a young and exquisitely
beautiful female. regarded The mar
with looks of horror upon her refined
face.
Striding rapidly forward. Bradnor
reached out and grasped the knsve,
who had not observed his approach. by
the throat and threw him heavily to the
ground. The rascal lay stunned for a
moment. and. then reviving. gathered
himself quickly together. and hurried
away, muttering Impressions SIS he
staggered along.
1--WE had given him money, sir" said
the older of the ladies. but he de
manded more all we had. in fact. and.
and" she vas greatly excited and was
SO overcome that she broke fairly down.
MANY of the Roman beCgars are very
bold" he said. reassuringly. but you
will hear no more from him. But-here
is my card" he said. drawing out his
case and handing one to each. You
are Americans and I am an American
also. Permit me to see you to your
carriage"
Mamma. that is Mrs. Trenton. wished
Us to take one. but the distance is so
short and the day so lovely, headstrong,
/ decided we had better walk. l am
Mrs. Travis. both of Ingleside, Vir-
GINA"
The owner OF the divine voice! The
charm of it was as sweet in CONVERSE
ton as in song. Bradnor. as they pro-
ceeded on their way. regarded her
furtively from time TO time.
Mrs. Trenton knew of the Bradnors,
of Baltimore. and invited Victor to call
upon them. This he readily agreed to
do.
One day he thanked Mrs. Travis for
the roses she had sent him. Then she
blushed crimson.
Why. Mr.. Bradnor. what must you
have thought OF my boldness? Ibid not
know your name and really thought
you were the old gentleman-your
friend so spoke of you when you lay
upon the ground"
Badnor laughed heartily. He and the
owner of the voice had become much
better acquainted by this time.
More than this, he had learned from
her mother that she was a bride of an
hour only. her husband having been
killed in a railroad accident within less
than the time named. after the marriage
ceremony had been performed. The
girl-wife escaped uninjured and re-
turned with his dead body from what
had been intended to be a happy and ex-
tended tour. This was four years ago.
and Kitty was now %
THE deuce take it," murmured Brad
nor. when the mother told him. that
what that COMPOUNDED landlord was
to tell me-"
They remained at Rome w months.
and Bradnor was almost continually
with them. He met them at Paris. and
at London. The grace and charm Of the
young woman were equal to the melody
her voice. and-well. when the next
rolled around Kitty Bradnor sat
by the side of her husband in the little
church. where. as he aft
declared. she sang more divinely
than ever.
WILLIAM ROSSER COBBE.
The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1897-04-17
CRITICISM OF THE RIcE-
It Would Be Much Better to Correct
Puhlic Evils.

Nothing is so easy as to divert the at
tention of q community like New York
from a real issue TO a fictitious one.
Thus, at a moment when some hard
headed concentration on the gas ques-
ton might have resulted in saving for
the people of New York from S5,000,-
900 TO S1O,000,0 900 a year on their light
bills, a most excellent clergyman COM
mitted the inadvertence of expressing
to his congregation his personal disap-
proval of ostentatious display and law
ish expenditure as about to be exhibited
In a certain fancy dress ball. Where
upon the newspapers of the town be-
came wildly hysterical and began to
print unnumbered columns of rubbish
about this private entertainment. The
irrepressibles OF the pulpit seized the
opportunity to launch volumes of ser-
mons upon the ethical and economic as
poets of luxurious expenditure, and the
irrepressibles who had no other outlet
wrote letters to the newspapers or Of
fered themselves up to the interviewers.
The entire discussion was without
significance or practical bearing. Civili-
zation is very complex affair. Solong
as the laws of the land are not violated
the rich mans private expenditures are
as strictly a matter to be controlled by
his own taste and judgment as the ex-
penditures of the poor man. Capitalin
this country, in Dur generation, has
been e%minently and conspicuously de-
voted to economic production, and has
not to any appreeiable extent been d.
verted and wasted in wanton luxury.
1t is none of the public's business how
the millionaire monopolist spends his
money, but it is in the highest degree
the public's business how he has gained
ESPECIALLY how it came to pass that
he obtained the franchise or public priv
ilege or other favorable opportunity by
means of which he has enriched him
self. a community that permits a
monopoly to charge it SIPS for gas,
when. if it had virtue and character,
1t could make its own gas and supply
itself at 60 cents a thousand feet, shows
itself in a somewhat pitiable light when
it affects to criticise rich people for Civ
ing fancy dress bsils or living In fine
bouses.-Review of Reviews,
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sion. The friend, whose name was
Jerlyn, "a rapidly down the steps and
hastily leaned we the PROSTATE man,
while the ladies looked anxiously on
from the piazza. Other guests were
quickly attracted to the spot.
MY Cod" cried Jerlyn, looking
upward towards the ladies. after he had
touched the forehead and the wrist of
Bradnor, Il am afraid the dear old fell
low is dreadfuIly hurt"
A physician was hastily summoned,
but meantime the injured man had been
tenderly borne by strong arms to his
bed chamber. He recovered conscious
ness after some moments and when 4
careful examination had been made the
medical man declared that no bones
were broken, but that a badly-sprained
ankle would confne Bradnor to his bed
for many days.
The young, stalwart fellow, with his
six feet of height and broad shoulders,
chafed under the latter sentence He
did not feel i'll, although the pain was
intense in his ankle. But the doctor
was obdurate, declaring that most seri-
GUS results would be likely to follow
any attempt upon his part to arise from
his bed for a week. at least.
With a groan the man turned his
face away and presently fell asleep.
from the effects of an opiate that had
been administered in his arm.
The following morning he dozed fit
fully, the effects of the drug not having
worn away. but with the afternoon his
intelligence returned to him. His eyes
ranging W the room he saw upon his
dressing $ a great cluster of red
roses, and for a moment he wondered
who had given them to him; but the
thought was an e~vanescent one. Per-
haps he thought it was an act of Jer-
lyn's. who had spent the greater part
of the day in his room
Day after day. however. he observed