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The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1898-08-02
YOUNG WOMEN
WHO MAKE CHANGE,
The Dreary Life of Cashiers In Restau-
rants and Department Stores-The
Small Wages and Long Hours,
Copyright. 1881

Copyright. 1881
The woman cashier sighed. There
were lines OF WEAKNESS about her
mouth. and her eyes had the hard.
bright, painfully alert expression which
comes from too highly strung nerves.
She had been working steadily from
early morn until well into dewy eve.
and the atmosphere of the restaurant in
which she sat. perched' upon high
stool before the desk in the tiny brass
birdcagelike counting room. was laden
with the fumes of lighted cigars and
strong cooking. The door near her
swung back and forth. letting in a blast
OF icy air with every customer in a way
TO have made any mere man express his
In large. lurid swear
words. But the woman cashier only
displayed meek dissatisfaction as she
made change for the four thousand nine
The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1898-08-02

For tailor made gowns smooth ciotfs
In pale shades of biscuit color and gray
Will be much worn. as well as various
tones OF corn1ower blue and parma
violet. Braiding in very elaborate de.
signs. frequently mixed with single mar.
row threads OF gold. silver or alumni.
ium, is great feature of all the smart
gowns. while mixture OF narrow silky
braids In black and In a white so bril-
liant that IL looks like silver. 10 also
greatly ~ Request. 49, ~
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ed one particular man is preserved for
her. It's a fact that women are selfish,
but their selfishness is always in favor
OF man. I've no doubt that they were
made that way I'm the beginning. and
there has been no particular change
from Eve to
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NO ONIONS IN HER SCHOOL.
Kansrs Teacher Deprlves Her Pupils of
an Ancient Right.

That wholesome article of food. the
onion. has had a ban set upon II by
a Topeka, Kas., school teacher. Miss
Elmor Mccoy, a teacher of the Clay
street school. has made IL q rule Of
her room that no pupil bearing the
odor of onions shall be received. She
Is receiving the support of the prin-
cipal and other teachers In the school
in her action. All teachers know by
experience how unpleasant 1t Is for
them and the class to be confined in
n q with children whose breath Is
strongly pervaded with the smell Of
onions, garlic and other such dishes.
Prof. o. y. NJ. McClintock. principal
OF the school, fully upholds Miss Nc
Coy. and says a law ought to be pass
ed in every state permitting teachers
to send home pupils who are in any
way Objectionable. IL think the point
is covered In the rule of the board of
education which gives II teacher the
right to send home from school any
child who for any eason Is objection
able to other children. For instance.
II u child came to school with n large
supply Of assafe;ida, | imagine that he
or she would be sent home. When I
was principal of Jackson school last
year remember sending a certain
colored girl home regularly because
she came to school in such n condition
that her presence was Objectionable to
the other children. While | confess
that | rather like onions myself and
recognize them as wholesome articles
OF food. yet | always have sufficient
consideration for others to eat them
only when | intend to go directly to
bed. without seeing anyone" Last
week Miss Mccoy emphasized her or
der by sending home two boys for car
rying onions in their pockets and an
other for having partaken Of them.
Il detest onions" said she, but my
attention was first called to the boys
In question by other pupils. Children
who were sitting near the two boys
who had onions in their pockets. COM
planned Of the odor, and | did not
think 1t was right that they should
stay in the and annoy other
children. / rather suspected the boy
who had eaten them of carrying
onions around with him because the
odor was strong, but he told me that
he had not handled onions and had
simply eaten them at dinner. He IL a
boy ! am inclined to believe, but the
odor OF onions was go strong hat I
decided he should be sent home for
'fumigation.' In the future, unless
Prof. McClintock objects, all children
who come to school with the odor OF
onions SO strong as to be offensive |
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sun shines on the city OF hillocks re-
stored, each inhabitant sitting upright
on the roof and calling "good-morn-
ing" to his neighbors.
II the farmer repeats his work, so
do the dogs, and while he grows poor
at it, they seem to make a living by IL.
They are not disposed to move n
before white men.
In the midst OF a fine farming section
in Nebraska, and near a city OF three
thousand people, there Is large prairie
dog town, which was settled when the
oldest inhabitant" pitched his tent in
that section, thirty years ago.
But, ordinarily, they manifest a re-
spect for agriculture by locating on
sandy sterile tracts.
The prairie-dog's head Is half fiat,
his ears small and pretty, his eye
bright, his nose hawk-bllled, his jaws
broad and his front teeth wide and
sharp. These teeth he makes a now
ing machine Of, clipping blades OF
grass for his breakfast as neatly as
any one can with scissors. His legs
are short and his paws broad, making
regular dirt paddles.
Each member of the community has
his or her own cellar-doOr to the M
foreground city, but, ten feet below
the surface. each citizens private
apartment opens into his neighbours;
so that II the city contains ten thou-
sand dogs, one pursued into his hole
by smoke water or other enemy, has
ten thousand avenues for escape. Their
escape is inward and invariably sue
cessful for pursuit Is impossible.
Even the most skillful hunters find
1t difficult to kill these animals.
They scent danger afar of. aud
seem to have a pretty correct idea Of
rifle range.
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intend to send home as / sent the three
boys in question"
Leigh Hunt and Harold skimpo,e.

The following extract from Sir Ga
van Duffy's diary relates to the old re.
proach brought against Dickens for
creating Harold Skimpole." which
everybody recognized as a caricature
OF Leigh Hunt. II asked Forster
(said Duffy, who had been dining with
FORSTER and %Browning), how It came
that Dickens. in one OF his last pre-
races, could declare that he had not
Leigh Hunt in his mind when he
painted Harold Skimpole. It was a
cruel c~aricature. turning foibles and
weaknesses into crimes; but 1t was I'm.
deniably Leigh Hunt. Oh said Fors.
ter, II o had seen the proofs be.
Tore they passed through my hands
you might have better grounds for
that opinion. So much was cut out
that we persuaded ourselves that the
salient traits were effaced; but too
many OF them remained. Dickens was
alarmed at the impression he had
made, and did his best to repair the
wrong, and, doubtless, like the Queen
"a the play, did protest too much"
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D 49, 90
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INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION.
CHAPTER IT.-(Continucd.)

CHAPTER II.-(Continued.)
In a moment the kitten, a little the
worse for wear and tear, was safely in
did she make over it. In the midst Of
1t, Dick Alymer, knowing that his
fretful horse was dancing about on
the other side of the house, said good
by again and escaped. And. by Jove!"
he said, as he turned out of the gates,
"she does not know my name either.
/ seem bound to be mysterious today,
somehow or other. Evidently she mis-
took me for Haines-or, rather, she
mistook me for the other in the mat
ter OF names. All, we'll. she's going
away tomorrow, and | don't suppose
/ shall see her again, or that 1t matters
in the least whether she calls me Har-
ris. or Haines, or Alymer," and then
ne added to the horse, Get along, old
man. will your
He slackened the pace. however,
when he got to the turn Of the road
which skirted the slopins meadow in
front OF the Hall where "she" lived,
and the horse crawled up the side of
the hill as II it had been an Alpine
hight instead of a mere bend Of the
road. But there was no sign Of her.
AS he passed he caught a glimpse Of
the gay fiower-beds and a big tabby cat
walking ~leisurely across the terrace.
but Dorothy Strobe was not to be seen,
and when Richard Aylmer recognized
that fact he gave a jerk to the reins
and sent the horse flying along in the
direction Of Colchester as fast as his
four good legs would carry him.
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woodchuck. So that while we call
this ancient builder Of '%'cities" west
Of the Missouri River a dog, It Is well
to remember that his bushy little tail
would wag as well under several other
ames.
BY his pertness, shyness and inno-
cence. he is a pet with travellers and
ranchmen and others who do not need
those parts OF the great plains where
he and his tribe have long been
"squatter sovereigns;" when, however,
the farmer ONE along and want to
plough and sow and reap where the
dog has made himself n home. he be-
comes a pest. He s%tubbornly refuses
to yield to the civilization. lie
and his neighbors are too numerous
to Kill, and they are so skillful at
dropping into their sandpits when an
enemy comes near, that their army
seldom loses a man"
II the farmer attempts to plough a
section OF the prairie where they bur-
row, the chances are his horses will
break their legs, for the dogs have
bored the ground full Of holes running
straight down for eight or ten feet.
and about the size OF a horses leg.
And If the legs come out whole, the
ground isn't half p%loughed, for be-
tween the holes are mounds built with
the sand or soil. thrown out until it
looks as IL there had been a shower
of large-sized chopping-bowls, all
fallen bottom side up. Over these :hc
team stumbles and the plough plunges
In and out.
While the farmer, thus aggravated,
is losing his temper, the dog sits safe
ly in his basement parlor. possibly
smiling over the folly of man. For
no soone has the farmer left the field
at sunset than the dog sets himself
to spoil mans earth-works and re-
build his own, and the next mornings
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HOW BISMARCK BECAME RICH
German Writer Says the Chancellor
Specialized on State Secrets,

German Writer Says the ChancelIo,
Specialized on State Secrets.
From London Truth: A pamphlet
has recently appeared in Germany en-
titled Bismarck and Bleichroeder." Its
author Is a member of the old Junker
party of the name Of Diebat Daher, and
1t processes to give some curious de-
tails In regard to the present fortune
OF the ex-chancellor and how 1t was
acquired. After the German war OF
1870 the prince received from the coun-
try two estates OF no great value, which
coupled with his own paternal estate.
brought him in a fair revenue. He
then left Bleichroeder to look after his
private monetary affairs, with the re-
suit that he o has a fortune amount
ing to $50, 00O. 900 marks. This, the
author contends, can only have been
made by stock exchange s2eculations.
based on the knowledge that the
prince derived from his position at
the head OF the German government.
and which he confided to B%leichroeder.
That, with the cares of empire on his
shoulders, he left his monetary affairs
In the hands OF his banker Is very
possible. and equally possible is It that
his banker did the best for his client.
But should require a good deal more
evidence than is afforded In this PAM
phlet to believe that the prince specu-
lated on state secrets in partnership
with a Hebrew ~financier or that his
fortune is now anything like $50, 00O,.
900 marks.
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light; the evenings are closing in very
fast"
Yes" he answered.
Then he ven across where already
his eyes had wandered to Dorothy,
who was bravely sewing away in the
dusk.
How are you, Dorothy?" he asked.
II am quite we'll, thank you, David"
she replied, just letting her hand rest
for a moment in his.
II saw you this afternoon" he went
on, seating himself on a chair Just in
front of her.
why, yes" said Dorothy; you took
your hat of to me-"
He was a fine-grown, good-looking
fellow, big and strong and young, with
the u~nmistakable air of a man who Is
his W master; but in Dorothy's
mind a vision rose up at that moment
Of another young man, who was also
big and strong, and very unlike David
Stevenson.
David frowned at the remembrance
of the afternoon and of her companion,
and just then a neat maid servant came
In with a lamp, and the dusk vanished.
She set the lamp down beside Dor
othy, so that David Stevenson was en-
abled to see her face clearly.
III you please, ma'am," said Bar
bara to her mistress, "Janet Benham
has COM up TO speak to you. She's
in great trouble about something"
"Janet Benham in trouble?" cried
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~ w
him. We'll, we shall see what he Is
like when he comes, If we happen to
be at home"
She began then to tell Dorothy all
about her day in Colchester. What the
lawyer had said. how she had been TO
the bank. and looked in at the sad
dler's to say that the harness OF tho
little cob which ran in the village
cart must be overhauled and generally
looked to. Then how she had found
time to go in the fancy-work shop and
had bought n or two new things IN
that line, and last Of all how she had
been in to the jewelers. to get n new
watch-key and had there seen a Won
derful belt Of silver coins which some
one had sold for melting down, AMI
this had been offered to her at such q
reasonable price that she had been
tempted to buy 1t.
"Auntie!" cried Dorothy.
"Oh, | did not say it was for you,
child" said Miss Dimsdale promptly.
D%orothy's face fell, and Miss Dims-
dale laughed. There, child, there, 1
won't tease you about it. There it is
on the chimney-shelf."
And Dorothy naturally enough
Jumped up and ran to open the box in
which the belt was packed, opening 1T
eagerly, and uttering a cry Of delight
when she saw the beautiful ornament
lying within. 1t was a lovely thing,
anI ;p har rIo,y,ra anJ prila ot III,
possession of it Dorothy almost forgot
her new admirer, Mr.. Harris.
Not quite though, for when she slip
ped 1t on over her pretty white dress
and ran to the p~ier-glass between the
windows Of the drawing-room to see
the effect Of 1t, she suddenly found
herself wondering how he would think
she looked in 1t, and instantly the
swift color flashed into her cheeks. so
that she hardly liked to turn back to
face the gaze of her aunt's calm. far
seeing eyes.
Miss Dimsdale meanwhile had walk
ed to the window, and was looking out
into the soft evening dusk.
"Some inc Is coming along the
drive" she said. IL think 1t is David
Stevenson"
A gesture of impatience was Dor
othy's answer. a gesture accompanied
by an equally impatient sound, but she
never thought Of making good use cf
her time and escaping out of the room,
as a girl brought up in a town might
have done. No, she left the glass and
went across the room to the table
where her work-basket stood, and
took up an elaborate table-cover which
she had been working at In a more
or less desultory fashion for six
months past, and by the time David
Stevenson was shown in she was
stitching away as If for dear life. Miss
Dimsdale, on the contrary, did not
move from the window until she heard
the door open, then she went a few
steps to meet him.
Good evening, David" she said very
kindly. How very nice of O to
come in tonight! We have not seen
you for n long time"
mo, I've been dreadfully busy" he
answered, land am still, for the mat
ter of that. But l hadn't seen you for
a long time, and l thought I'd come
over and see how you were getting on"
THAT was very good OF you," said
Miss Dlmsdale; then she moved to the
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1t Had tho Earmarks.

"You don't like my book?" timidly
ventured the young author who had In
vaded the lair OF tho literary editor for
the second time.
mo. MISS" he said In his gruffest
voice. Its trash! ! have been COM
PEELED to handle 1t without gloves.
miss"
Il see It looks like IT," faltered
the young author. glancing at the vol
ume that lay on the table In front Of
the terrible editor.-Chicago Tribune.
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Economixed His Words.

Two dusky small boys were quar-
reling; one was pouring forth a tor
rent of vituperatlve epithets, while tho
other leaned gainst a fence and calmly
contemplated him. When the flow OF
language was exhausted he said:
Are you troo?"
Eyes"
"You amt got nuhln' more to say?'
mo"
"Well. all dem tlngs what you called
me, you is."-Chicago News.
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Settling tho Turco-Grecian boundary.

Dusty Rhodes-Have King George
and the Sublime Porte settled the
boundary yet between Greece and Tur-
key?
Tye Walker-I dunno. but II I was
bossin' dat sublime port I'd fix de
boundary mighty quick.
Dusty Rhodes-How would you nx
It?
Tye Walker-I'd put bout q quart OF
dat sublime port between de grease an
de turkey.
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very little that she could tell. The
language Of love Is an eloquent one,
but when you arc one Of the principal
persons concerned you cannot give to
another the history Of a pressure of
the hand or a look of the eyes, and still
less Of a tone Of the voice which tells
you all too %eloquently Of the state Of
feelings which you cause in that other
one.
Yet when Miss Dimsdale came home
from Colchester, having been fetched
from Wrabness Station in an ancient
victoria which had seen better days,
drawn by a pair of cobs which, let
use mercifu!iy hope. would never see
worse than they enjoyed in sleek COM
fort at present, she dutifully-ay, and
with pleasure-gave her an animated
description Of the party. How Lady
Jane had specially asked for her and
had sent her dear love to her; how
sorry she was. and everybody else, that
Miss Dimsdale had had to 60 and see
that tiresome lawyer on that particular
afternoon; how Lady Jane had told
her that her new white frock was ex-
quisite, and that she ought always to
wear full sleeves because they became
her so well, and finally how there had
been one of the officers from Colchester
at the party and she had been his part
ner In several games of tennis, and
finally that Lady Jane had sent him to
see her safely to the gate. Our gate,
1 mean, Auntie,' said Dorothy, not
wishing to convey a false impression.
"And David Stevenson, he wasn't
there, l SUPPOSE said Miss Dims-
dale. as she slipped her claret.
mo, Auntie, he wasn't" Dorothy
answered. You see, Lady Jane does
not like David Stevenson very much"
II know that" said Miss Dlmsdale
shortly.
On the whole Miss Dimsdale would
have liked Dorothy to marry David
Stevenson, who was young and a good
enough fellow to make a good husband.
He had a well-kept valuable farm of
four hundred acres a mile or two from
0raveleigh, with a convenient and
spacious house thereon, of which he
was very anxious to make Dorothy
mistress. But Dorothy had, with a
strange perversity, said nay over and
over again, and she seemed in no desire
TO change her mind now. Miss Dims-
dale gave a sigh as she thought of it
for David Stevenson's mother had
been her dearest ~friend-but all the
same, she was not the m to try
to force the child's inclination.
"Mr. Harris asked me II he might
call-if he might come and ESQ me-"
said Dorothy presently. after a
pause.
"Mr. Harris! and who is Mr.. Har-
out OF a reverie about David Steven
sons mother. who. by-the-bye, C
sciously and dear friend as she was Of
Marion Dimsdale's, had stepped In and
married the man OF Marion's heart.
"Mr. Harris! He is the officer
told you about, Auntie, the one who
brought me home" said Dorothy, in
surprise that her aunt should not re-
member.
"Oh, yes-yes. And what did you
say?"
50" told him that I thought he
might"
And when?"
"Oh. l told him to take his chance"
Dorothy answered.
quite right" said Miss Dimsdale.
who had no notion Of making the way
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Wna Friend nj H..-

Robert Fell died suddenly, in Bloom
ington, ILL.,, aged "a. He was a brother
Of the late Jesse w. Fell of Normal
and a close friend of Abraham Lincoln
and for a time associated with him In
business affairs.
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pretty pattern.

pretty pattern.
David Stevenson, on the contrary,
was more than well satisfied at the way
in which matters had fallen, and In
wardly blessed that trouble Of Janet
Benham's as much as Dorothy did the
contrary. lie jerkei his chair an inch
or sc nearer to hers. and leaned for
ward with his elbows upon his knees.
Dorothy sat up very straight indeed,
and kept her attention strictly upon
her work.
who was that fellow | saw you talk
ing to this afternoon, Dorothy?' he
asked.
"A man that Lady Jane asked to
see me home,' answered Dorothy,
promptly.
"Oh. you have been TO Lady Jane'3?"
in a distinctly modified tone.
Yes, / had been to Lady JAMES,
yellow silk with minute care. why
didn't you go?"
Because | wasn't asked" said he
CURLY. Lady Jane never asks me now
she's taken a dislike to me-"
"Well. l can't help that" said Dor.
othy, indifferently.
IL don't know so much about that"
he said, rather gloomily. IL think you
might il you liked. Not that l want
you to trouble about 1t, or that l care
a single brass farthing about Lady
Jane or her parties. In any case, l
should only go because l might meet
you there"
"Oh, that's a poor enough reason"
cried Dorothy, fippantly.
There was very little of the mute
lover about David Stevenson. and
whenever he found hat Dorothy was,
in spite of good opportunities, slipping
further and further away from him,
he always got impatient and angry.
We'll l don't know that you're far
wrong there" he retorted, in a tone
which he tried with the most indiffer-
ent success to make cool and sighting,
However, her ladyship has left off
asking me to her entertainments OF
late, and l don't know that l feel any
the worse man for that. So you met
ina ltllOW thclC, uiu you'
You don't suppose / picked him UP
on the road. do you?" demanded Dor
othy, who was getting angry. too.
David drew in his horns a little,
mo, no, of course not" he said sooth.
ingly. 81 had no right to ask any
thing about him. only everything
you do and everyone you speak to in.
terests me. wanted to know who he
was. that was ALL"
Then" said Dorothy, with a very
digniiled air. you had better go and
ask Lady Jane herself. She can tel
you, and l am sure she will. know
very little about the gentleman-just
his name and very little besides"
David Stevenson sat back In his
chair with a groan; Dorothy Strobe
stitched away furlously. and so they
sat until Miss Dimsdale came back
again. Hin" her thoughts ran,
'quarreling again."
Dorothy looked up at her aunt and
spoke in her softest voice. What was
the matter with Janet. auntie?" she
asked.
Ito be c%ontinued.)
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Ingenious street Lamp.

Street lamps can be mounted on a
new telescope post to make them easy
to reach for trimming and filling. a
set screw engaging the central shaft
to hold 1t In position with pulleys and
weights set in the post to counterbal-
ance the lamp.
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VILLA ms water-Colors.

The Emperor William of Germany
has dispatched two water-color draw
lngs done by himself to st. Petersburg
for presentation to the officers OF the
cruiser Rossiya. which he inspected
during his recent visit to Russia. The
pictures will be formally handed over
to the officers OF the ship by the Ger.
man naval attache at st. Petersburg.
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THE PRAIRIE DOG.
CURIOUS LITTLE NATIVE OF
THE WEST.
Locks Like . Monster Rat ant Hears
No Resemblance to the Canine Race
is u Very Dimcuit Animal to
KIN.

HE curious li.tlc
animal known DIS
the prairie dog Is
not much of q dog,
says n writer in
Golden Days: he
looks very murh
like a monstrySIs
rat, his yelp has
o squirrel than
dog in 1t, and he
hphaypa lilo ,
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Miss Dimsdale, in dismay. "Oh. I will
come at once. Dorothy, stay and talk
to David" she added. for Dorothy had
made a movement as If she, too, want
trouble.
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Proof Positive,

Dasherly-"Too bad Mrs. Swift
doesn't like her husband" Flasherly
why, l thought she did" Dashcr-
ly-"Oh. no-she gives him cigars for
Christmas presents" The Yellow
Book.
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Misunderstood.

She-'No gentleman should call on
a lady after drinking intoxicants." He
That Is so. but how Is he Il know
until re sees her?'--Ind!anapolis Jour.
ral.