The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1897-08-22

| the very swell woman whose wreath
had got little at one side. She looked
| for all the world as if she wanted to
paint the town red and had begun by a
rather quiet jag. which had affected
| her head first. If you take to wearing
a wreath, be sure to put it on firmly
! and in what might be called the We're
de We're fashion,
LAS to the latest toilet table. 1t is.
| my dear. simply lovely. 1t is heart
shaped, but its point must go toward
the window before which it stands.
None of your present belongings will
suit it. It must be draped either in
yellow or pale heliotrope, preferably
! heliotrope Mine has on it a large mir
ror, heart shaped in its outline and
framed in silk. Then all the boxes.
brushes, trays, hand glasses-in fact,
alt the silver trappings-are spread out
on a heiotrope velvet cover. Below
this, over heliotrope velvet, is a deep
frill of lace, and if ] were not afraid
that you would think me frivolous
should say that the effect was that of
priests vestments. On my mahog-
any writing table have sticks of hello
trope sealing wax, while the telegraph
blanks are in a heliotrope velvet case
that has a fiower-de-luce worked upon
it in gold thread. My new note paper
is a pale heliotrope. with my cipher
-monogramS are entirely out of fash
ion-in gold upon it. The very minut-
est detail Of my furniture is in the
proper shade. and it would be abso-
lutely impossible for a girl to have the
blues in that room. Think this over
and before you come back conclude
whether your room will be in yellow or
heliotrope"
We all approved of this description.
and then we looked with yonder at the
happy mother of the two good children
who was laughing over her letter. She
knew what was expected, and she i'm
mediately said:
''Myletter is from the other side of the
water, but it has in it a couple of sto-
ries that have made me laugh. One is
about a little girl whose greatest admit
ration is very properly given TO her
mother. She had heard of Mr.. Nc
Kinley. of Mr.. Gladstone, of Queen Vic
toria, of Bismarck. but she had never
heard of the devil until today some
body spoke of his satanic majesty be-
fore her. She was very curious to know
mother, the fountain head of all knowl-
edge to her. and from her she heard
what a wicked parsonage he is, how
badly he has behaved-indeed he was
painted in the very blacklist of colors
However, the little woman did not seem
as much impressed with his blackness
as she should have been, and so her
loving mother continued telling of his
meanness and his criminality until he
was as black as the proverbial coal.
Then the little tender heart warmed up
toward the offender, and. looking up at
her mother, she voiced her feelings:
Don't you think you are too hard on
the poor devil, mamma? He may not
be so much to blame. Perhaps his
mamma didn't bring him up wellr
THE other story is about a son of
Matthew Arnold. When he was very
little chap, he had as decided opinions
as only children can have. One night
the boy heard some one say that the
moon was made of green cheese. With
great Quickness ne announced, L don't
believe the moons made of green
cheese Don't your said his father.
why not?' Oh said the young gen.
tleman, I don't know why. but I don't
Well, for my part said his father. I
have no respect for people who give
opinions for which they can give no
reasons Young Mat was very much
mortified and went off by himself to