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IOWA STATE PBESS. POOR LITTLE GIRL. A Tragedy in Pink Chiffon. (We have commiserated long enough with' Cinderella "Will no one a tear for the elder sisters?) "PocV ''little girl! Poor little girl!" a voice is saying within her--a voice invented by her, and kept to when she needed sympathy, or thought she. did.

Another confidante was Lookingr- Grlass. It told her many things, among them that more often than not, though twenty-seven, she looked' twenty-four. She, Little-Girl--her pet name for herself--is sitting by the fire in her den, and sighing over yesterday, or, more explicitly, this time last night. Since the first dance this summer she has been suffering from a smart touch of that fever which sometimes attacks elder sisters, when younger ones come out; and the symotom are in Little-Girl's a fit of the blues carelessness about "new things," and a fixed idea that she is middle aged, nearly so. But this is what happened yesterday: Bather unwillingly she went to a danc with Aunt Mary (who, by the way, look every inch a chaperone, being so stout but having no other Qualification, and be lieving in that dangerous maxim tha "Girls will be There Little-Gir found that she was indeed very young and that even at twenty-seven one has not tasted all the sweets life provides.

Her two sisters had gone, too; but we need not bother about them. They were rosebuds just out, and the men will do that for us. Early on in the season mamma took Little-Girl to "Peter's" to buy an evening 1 dress, and the latter, in a youthful frame of mind (not consulting her standard of "What will people had chosen an ingenue frock--something fluffy and pink and French and S3 last n'ght, only a foot away from her, you would have thought that she, too, had just come out a rosebud, to be plucked and worn next ycnir heart. Little-Girfi who always generously met troubles half way, knetv of course, that this was nnt the case, but could not find it in her heart to put on the manners be- fitting elderly spintsers, and so enlighten him when he fell into this mistake. He was, as Little-Girl expressed it in the peculiar phraseology of her own thoughts, "a sweet youth," and added defiantly: "What if I am old enough to be -his aunt?" And we, too, dear reader (as the writers in the forties affectionately addressed you), we too, will call him so, though we may still keep our heads, and not fall into a sea of mixed metaphor and muddled mythology by also looking 1 upon him as, for instance, an "Apollo with winged for, in truth, he is only a good dancer, possessing an open countenance and nice eyes.

"This sweet youth, being a mere boy, why not this once pretend to be a bud, and have just a leetle fun?" Heather and Blossom were enjoying themselves, and the Busy Bees were gathering honey in the form of dances, so Little-Girl did not- look very severe when he took No. 9, the supper dance, No." 18, the last waltz, and Nos. 12 and 13, so that they might sit out in two really comfortable basket chairs, away from the noise and glare, when they were tired. Just a little smi5e, however, twinkled at of her mouth when she looked at the programme and saw E. F.

scrawled by No. 2, "Jack" by No. 0, Williams" by No. by No. 13, and by No.

18- You see, Little- Girl was old enough to do sums correctly without her slate, and when she put two and two together she made five, and perhaps mamma would do the same when they showed her the programmes, had it not been cooked, and mamma, done so well. The twinkle, by the was', gradually changed into a droop when the thought came that evidently that sweet youth, John Edgar Francis Williams, must be an old hand at this, and that it was his way of amubing himself at dances. The Latin motto carved en the arch of music gallery she found some diffi- cu.ty in translating literally, knowing nothing of Latin, but it looked as much like "Make hay while the sun shines" as any- thing else, though he distinctly read it as "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may," and when at No. 5, glancing along a row of wallflowers, he espied Little-Girl, this sweet youth asked her for that dance, saying "he had it down." (Doubtless the Recording Angel has also. i At 2 o'clock this morning, over the soup, mamma commented that "Rosy had not done so badly; she had only sat out one dance," whereat Miss Rosy blushed and was thankful Auntie was too tired to come in for five minutes' chat, as mamma wanted.

Looldng-Glass at 2:45 confided to her that she looked then very nearly as fresh as when they last met, and when Little- Girl's heod soon touched the pillow she thought of the youth with a smile in his eyes and a sigh on his lips as she saw the last "of him through a carriage window. And now she is trying to forget it all- She can no longer remember what he thought of the floor or the band or the decorations; but not so easy is It to forget that "eyes looked love to eyes that spoke again" when he would not shake hands and say goodby after their latt waltz. Neither tan she forget, her longings in the cloakroom. "I wish he kn ew that I look.different by daylight, arid that I have a very sharp tongue, and that I'm not al- ways light hearted, and that I'm older than he is; and, oh dear! that Indian summer were not so short as people out; and that he may lo--like me always, and if not. that I shall be able to bury the remembrance of him and.

of to-night at the bottom of my ottoman with my evening things- to-morrow." These were some of her wishes, for this was poor Lit- tie-Girl's last dance this summer. But wishes were horses, and gallcpel away into oblivion when he took her hand at parting, and nothing seemed to remain I (not even Auntie) except a youth and a maiden. When Little-Girl was awakened into reality again it was by Auntie say- ing: "Rose, how you flirted with that young Mr. Williams, though I own he has nice manners. I remember him when I took your poor cousin Harry to his fourteenth birthday party, sixteen years agx I I remember quite well, for poor Harry died that year." Little-Girl is now thinking of the sum she did by the aid of her fingers on the carriage rug, and how it came out that John Edgar Francis Williams is really three years older than Rosalie Alary Elliot; she is wishing, too, that there were fairies now as in the old days, when every I good princ3S3 married her prince charm- ing; she is also wishing that this one rear not transfer his allegis-nce to younger and prettier sisters, as' other knights have been known to do--that is, of course, were he to come to Auntie's next garden party.

Perhaps her good fairy may yet ghosts that walk out of ottomans, and. being true the castles she sees in the fire inhabited by Little-Girls, clad in chiffon, wedded to princes charming In immaculate evening dress. i But perhaps not! i Poor Little-Girl! poor little and White. i to live to be 100. But when we were younger he was always grunting.

He thought he had everything from gout to galloping consumption and never expected to live the year out. He averaged a quart of medicine a day. to say nothing of external "What cured him?" "I did. He growled so much that it always gave me the blue devils to meet him. One day he was telling me the old story of how his days were numbered and how he had complications enough to kill an alligator in twenty-four hours.

said 'you make me tired. You're just about as pleasant company as a skull and cross bones. There's nothinsr on earth the matter with you. Give me $1,000 while you live and I'll insure you for $20,000 and secure pay.nent." "Did he take you?" "Jumped at it. Insisted on paying $1000 down so as to make it more binding.

From that minute he began to get strong and take on flesh. He was worrying about the money I was getting instead of about himself, don't you see? I caught him five years running and since then he dodges. Never speaks, and never sees me. Hates me, I suppose. I'd refund, but he'd be sure to have a relapse," and the old merchant not only chuckled, but winked.

AGAIAST EMBALMING. Gooil Reasons Why lie Prince of Wales Other Oppose It. Marquise tie Fonteroy; in St. Louis Democrat: Of all the up-to-date utterances of the Prince of "Wales there is certainly none that is more to shock the most cherished ideas of old world royalty than his recent public expression of approval cf the Church of England. Burial Reform association.

The latter, over which old Lord Grimthrope presides, has been organized for the express purpose of abolishing all forms of interment, such as embalming, mummnificalion, ami hermetrically sealed caskets which are calculated to interfere with that process of nature is so eloquently described in the solemn words, "'Earth to earth, dust to dust." Ever since the, the builders of the pyramids of Jigypt. long centuries ivinr to the time of Jacob and Moses, have been noted, for their anxiety to perpetuate their terrestrial remains, with the object, presumably, of immortalizing their r.ame'' means of incontrovertible proofs that they have lived and reigned. No matter to which country one turns, the principal monuments of the land are, a rule, those preserved bodif-a of "the anointed of the i.ord." And while it is impossible to deny that the world has derived a considerable benefit in so far as "art is concerned from the bodies of departed kings and queens, yet on the other hand it must be admitted that the example thus sat has been detrimental to mankind Trom a sanitary point of It is this latter view that seems to have commended itself to the Prince of Wales, who is no longer young, and well advanced on that downwaid path that terminates in the tomb. Genial and pleasure-loving though he be, it is no secret that there ars times when his thoughts assume a morbid turn, and his eventual death figures i'ar more frequently in Ms conversation, and, persumably, therefore in his mind, than most persons are willing believe. It.

may be taken for granted that his publicly announced perferenco for burial on the "earth to earth" principle- is not a mere hasty passing remaik. but rather the result of much discussion and careful consideration. Not otherwise would this prince, so conservative in many respects, have ventured to assume a position in the most ancient, the most sacred, and the most universal customs and traditions monarchy. If he has his and if the views to he has just expression, and which are known to be those of his prevail, will, when his hour comes, bijaid to rest not in marble or granite sarcophagus, but in an ordinary grave, beside the body of his little boy. Prince Alexander, in the rurally pictuiseQus and shady church yard, of Sandringham.

There, at any rate, his remains are likely to prove more safe from profanation than if magnificently entombed. For, with the ever increasing' extension of democracy, and with the constantly diminishing regard on the part of the masses for the throne, there are no royal remains that can be held safe from ths shocking treatment to which the terrorist's of 1793 subjected the embalmed bt-dies of those kings and queens of France preserved at St. Denis. The mummified remains of princes and princesses of the pharanoic dynasties of Egypt been used to fertilize. New onion b9ds.

after being ground into powder by means of a kind of improved coffee grinding machine, while the embalmend corpsi-s of kings and queens have been torn from their gravps, crucified gibbeted, dragged in th- mud, and burned, by vay of demonstrating the popular execration which their memory was beld. Only a short years ago, the mausoleum of the wife of King Victor Emmanuel was the scsne of a ghoulish outrage, the sarcophagus being blown open and the body of the once beautiful Rosina dragged out and reduced almost to cinders by means of petroleum. In fact, there is no end to instances of this character which might be cited to show that preservation of, the dead by artificial means results fn the majority of cases in horrible profanation. is darurei- tha only drawback to the present system of interment for royalty. In several countries of Europe, tradition and personage should be, so to speak, divided up between two and even three mausoleums.

Thus, formerly in France, and to-day still in Austria and Bavaria, the hearts of the kings and queens are preserved in one church, the entrails in another and the rest of the poor, mutilated corps in a third building. The walls of the so-called Castrum Doiorosis of the ancient chapel of our lady of Mercies at Allotting about half an hour's railroad ride from Munich, has its walls on either side of the altar adorned with niches and brackests holding urns wherein repose the hearts of members of the reigning house of Wittelsbach for csn- turies 4ast. In Austria hearts go to the Cathedral of ft. Stephen, the intestines to the Church of the Augustines and what is left of the imperial corpses to the vaults of the Capuchin church. The bodv of Kins Jxui? lik? that of his predecessors, was entombed at St.

Denis His intestine, like theirs, are deposited beneath the sanctuary of the Cathedral of Xotre Dame at Paris, and whereas their hearts were placed in the vaults of the Church of St. Louis and were scattered to the four winds at the time when the church was wrecked by the Terrorists, his heart met with a still more extraordinary fate. It was eaten at the Harcourt country feat near Oxford, where Sir "William Harcourt's son "Lulu" has just been spending his honeymoon with his American bride. Mi. Burns, granddaughter of Morgan, the famous American financier in London.

Tnder the circumptances it is only natural that royal who arc, after all. constructed ff the Fame clay as we ourselves, flhou prefer to their bodies safe from being dispersed and even eaten, the only way of themselves of that safety beiner by having their bodies consigned to the boson cf "Mother earth." THE A OF THE ANGEL'JS. How Model In Her Peasant Cottage at Barblzon. Barbizon. a little village in the midst of the forest of Pontainebieau, a short distance from Paris, has become a goal of pilgrimage for many admirers of Millet's work, and particularly for those who know that the woman who suggested to the great painter his famous picture of "The Angelus" still lives there in a little cottage a stone's throw from whero she was born.

Mere "Adele's home, ij a small vine-clad cottage, in which sh'j lives a frugal but comfortable life, troubled only by the overinquisitive tourists and by her rheumatism. She must have been an attractive woman once, for even now, although she has TVJtnpsfed the passing of more tlidii threescore years and ten, there are traces of former beauty in her wrinkled face. Mere Adele is a lady, though she has Worn her fingers blunt by toil, and her form is bent under the burdens she ha3 had to bear. When she looks at you her smile is like a benediction, and tha beautiful things of earth are not lest upon her. Her manner is -cheerful, as one who feels she has not lived in vain.

If questioned closely she will tell you of the day when the great artist came through the dense forest with his wife and children, leaving behind "-am the gay city of Paris with its schools of painting and its models. She knows a great deal of the very hard days which followed for Jean Francois Millet--the toil, the anxiety, the disappointments, she nursed his five children snd did the little field work in the garden adjoining the cottage. When le saw his nurse-girl, Ad.ele, and her father reverently their- heads in prayer at the ringing cf the Angelas he conceived the picture which, if not his best work, is yet the best known, and the one most appreciated by the people. Mere Adele calls herself a child of God. She looks it in the painting, and she lives it every day in her humble A.

Steiner. in the September Woman's Home Companion. A IN THE "SOFT" I DIVINE. AN INTERVIEW WITH GRtAT ACTRESS. THE She Tells the Correspondent About Her Life, Her Successes and the Many Things She Hopes Vet to Accomplish.

(Paris Letter.) "I will see you at 3." So ran a line from Madame Bernhardt to me, at 3 I was well on my way to the fashionable -pan of where the queen of the drama. "Sara, the Divine," as they call in Paris, lives. Approaching Bernhardt's house through the tinv rourtvani I hanging alongside the door a bit; bunch of purple grapes, and behind the grapes was the door signal. In answer to my touch the neatest of French maids opened the door and showed me across to a very, pretty square hallway with stairs leading un. The- hallway is used by madame as a reception room.

Scarcely had I seated myself when I saw a figure upon the stairs. It was Bernhardt. She had been standing upon the top step reading by the uncertain light of 3 colored lamp, but as she saw me she came down the steps I with outstretched hands and a hearty "I am so glad to see you!" Of co irse she spoke French, for Bernhardt does not know English. She has always declared that she would not learn it for fear it would spoil her French. A charming idiosyncrasy.

and one that is appreciated by both French and English audiences. If foreign stars, says a well known critic, wnuld cling to their own language, we should not be put to the mortification of hearing our own tongue murdered upon the stage. Speak correctly or not at all should be the rule for public speakers. But we Americans are so good natured! I thought'of all this as Bernhardt's smooth, musical tongue take her for talier than she is. I do not think she is over five feet three.

She weighs about 145 pounds, and her hair is a light shade of natural red. It is curly, and she wears it in a French coil from which ripples curl around her face. Her complexion is pink and her teeth are white and even. Her hands are the long ilim ones of the artist, but so delicate that you wonder how she could ever have handled the large figures which she will tell you that she modeled. "The Of that 1 ouuuot speak accurately." said mad- ame." but 1 shall play here next year in my ov.

theater, which i am building- now. But my nrxt phi That is not decided jet." BeniharcU can be haughty, and there is just a suggestion of haughtiness as she speaks. She has the habit of carry ins; the head well back and speaKina; with her es cast down slightly, yet looking down at you instead of up. it is a stage trick, very pretty and effecthe, which gives dignity. That is lcnlianit's way.

"You are very I asked. "Oh. dear. yes. Wiiat can I say? I have promised to i my recollections and experiences for a publisher and to soon finish the book.

1 have contracted to complete my theater by the opening of the Exposition, and that means the earning of the necessary money for it. Business reverses have brought me low in money, and 1 must be active. Then there is a now play to select and rehearse, and the company always needs much drilling. Ah. if it were not for Sardou.

what would I have done?" Madame sighed and bowed her head. It was dramatic moment. Then a merry laugh burst from her lips, for she is a creature of moods. "But that is nothing. 1 am so glad that my Hamlet is success.

1 At that moment there was a sound at the curtains, and the maid ushered in a caller. It was madame's reception day, and I knew that I must not take up too much of her time. "Come again," she murmured, as I predicted defeat, though she hoped the best. And no one presaged success. But Bernhardt's Hamlet is the wonder of the century in stageland.

As I passed away from Bernhardt's home 1 looked back. Madame was standing at the window, her back to the pane. The lovely, long, unbroken line? of her celestial blue robe showtd i through the glass, and her clear, red hair gleamed above. Around her neck was a string of many colored beads, which supported. I remember, a lorgnette.

As looked madame moved, and the long, sinewy line of her figure passed out of "Wonderful woman," I said. And a passer-by stopped and echoed my woids. Bernhardt is wonderful! A I R. RUD. SAM OF HAITI.

Tea aud Pop Debauches Have JBcfore Kesultetl Fatally. Hard drinks have slain their thousands, but soft drinks have, nevertheless, contributed to the' list of fatalities. Instances in proof of the danger which lies in wait for the unwary absorber of the latter class of potations are not wanting in recent' revelations of the news columns. Not long ago a man departed this life in an eastern asylum because he was inordinately intemperate in the use of tea. An incautious colored man in Atlanta took a sip or two of a domestic concoction of alum and water.

Shortly afterward he -took a fit and gave up the ghost in great agony. A more recent case: is that of the New York young man who died after a debauch. What small boy is a stranger to the rnany- hued delights of It effervesces and tastes like branchwater inadequately sweetened, but it has bubbled for long years without being suspected of homicidal tendencies. Until the fatal orgy cf the New York young man its record for harmlessness was unbroken. This victim of the insidious "pop," it is claimed, filled his internal vacuum with seventy bottles of the dangerous fluid per day.

And he kept on loading up at this rate for three days in Of course when such a stra'n as this was put npon his containing capacity something had to pop; and so the "pop" drove the life out of him and he went hence. is the fate of those who have not the strength ot mind to defy Jihe tempter when he Comes clad iif the seductiveness of soft drinks. Not all have the physical strength to resist the inroads of the inordinate fizzicking to which these apparently innocuous beverages subject the human organism. If temptation comes to the thirsty to drink immoderately cf tea, spiked lemonade or the colorful "pop," it should be stubbornly and pe'rsistently resisted, else the end will be certain and the denouement Louis Republic. Origin of the Elevator.

The e'evator In central Europe. The earliest mention cf the elevator is niads in a letter of I. addressed to his wife, the 0 Maria Louisa. He writes to her that when in then the sutn- ir.er residence of the Austrian near Vienna, he the "chaise volante" (flying chair) in that cattle, which had been constructed for Krrpress Maria Theresa. It consisted of a small square sumptuously furnished with hangings of red silk and suspended by strong ropes with counter so that it could be puile'l up or let down with preat in a shaft built for the purpose about 1TGO.

Once Washington's Arsenal. New York Sun: The tearing down of the old buildings, 93, S5 and 97 Cherry street, to make way for a modern structure, removes a landmark vaguely associated in the annals of the neigh- brohocd with the days cf the American revolution. When Washington made his headquarters at Roosevelt and Cherry streets, the- local historians declare, he stored in these old buildings munitions of war supplies for his army. The historians of Cherry then skip the intervening years until a period beginning fifteen or twenty years ago is, reached. Th'e buildings were then occupied as resorts for sail- ors.

The Loopey gang, which once I threw a man into the river for 6 cents, made its headquarters in the neiguoor- hood. Near by was Sneepy's alley, leading from Roosevelt to Cherry street, in which a Roosevelt street resident declares there were three mur- iers within as Kow to an Interview with West I i a Rulfr. It is far less easy to get to the president of Haiti than to Mr. McKinley oC the White -House. The pnvilion-lifce palace in the Champ de Mars, surrounded by its little park, inclosed by a tall iron grating, with lookout boxes -it the angles, a and strong military barrack at the iear.

-and field cannon posted here and there, could stand a (onsiderable s'ejie and with a faith- would be proof against almost mob a a There is no need of etiquette involved in the approach to excellence. Yet I was favored with a opportunities for seeing Simon Sam. says a contributor. Tall and massive, with an inv- mense paunch, and features and hue that are typically African, as you gaze at him in his sumptuous uniform, gorgeous i gu lace and a brilliant silk scarf, you cannot help picturing to your mind's eye his hypothetical appearance as "a mid-African chief, with huge feathers in his topknot, only a rattle-headed clout about his loins, a nail-studded war club in one hand, and about him a band of dusky savages, more naked than himself, instead of thc-e strutting gentlemen in tall hats and European clothes, and these other prancing gentlemen in gaudy trappings, with tinkling spurs and jingling swords. President Sam, however, is not as it appears thus far a man to be personally feared.

His selection was a compromise, and he is only the figure-head of the present oligarchs, posing as a moderate statesman, while in truth he is only a rather dense-brained, slow-witted and lethargic old soldier. It is understood that in state affairs he is wholly guided by his ministers, or whom Brutus St. Victor, in charge of the foreign department, and Tancrede Auguste of the department of the interior, are probably the Monthly, SARAH BERNHARDT. PREVAILED UPOX HIM TO LIVE, Merchant Hncl an Expedient ThntJ Cured a Chronic HynocondHnc. Detroit Free Press: "There used to be the greatest hypochondriac In Detroit." remarked an old merchant of the city, he pointed out a retired lumberman.

"Why, he looks the picture of health." "So he la. Tough a pine knot. Ought To Make the Men Propone. At a rueenns of ths muKIlc-ciat-i ladies of Athene, held rorer.tly. it was decided to ask parliament to impose a heavy tax on all bachelors over forty years of ape.

The newspapers in commenting on announcement, rema'h that the passage of any such measure Is unlikely, for the chamber has become the chief of well-to-do bachelors and con- quently the tax would hit thMtt Making 1 Dncksi Lny Black Egrcn, Arcu.djru* to a i in aufio paper, duoks fed on acorns, which they will oa ravnnouslv. not infrequently lay black The reason is that their esffflhell Is natural), rich in Iron, and this combines with the tannii In the acorn to produce a (rood fast black. papsr states that If fowls are fed nn boiled lobster ihelia they wil lay bright red ten. i I-onjf Strlm. Ernest Whitehead captured a young seal near Anacapa island, California, recently, and took him on board hid ship, says Our Dumb Animals.

As tin vessel started the mother seal was noticed swimming about, i piteously. The little captive barked responsively. After reaching the at Santa Barbara the captive tied up in a jute sack and left loose on tha deck. Soon after coming to the seal responded to its mother's call by casting itself overboard, all tied It was in the sack. The mother seized the sack, and with her sharp teeth tore it open.

She had followed tha sloop eighty miles. struck upon my ear, as she came forward with both warm hands outstretched. She shook mine cordially and pulled me toward a curling tete- a-tete, one of the sort in which you face each ether, though sitting on opposite sides. "You see me at a disadvantage," declared madame, laughingly, "for I am alone. My friend who has been visiting me is away, and I like never to be alone.

This house was built for many guests, and 1 am never without some 1 "Your son?" "Oh, now," said madame, touching the lace upon the gown as though she would place her hand upon her heart; "you mention the dearest and kindest fellow in the world. I Maurice and he loves me. He is the devoted of sons. Every day ht comes, and many times some days, to how I am. Am I lonely he does not leave me.

Am I sad he brings me bright flowers and pets and book.s. He is a darling, Maurice." As madame spoke she glanced aroun.V the room which was filled i a beautiful objects, perhaps the gifts of Maurice. There were a small clocks, for I learned afterward that she is very fond of time-pieces, and there were vases and eaty chairs and rugs. Yet the room was relieved from Bohe- mianity by the similarity of the style of ornaments, which all belonged to the pure French and were not scattered articles of irtu and bric-a-brac of all nations. "I am resting now," said madame, "for in a few days I start upon my tour of the provinces.

I shall play my Hamlot. entirely, for it is the geratest success of my life. Yes, I like to play it. There is a novelty about it. Shall I go to America? I hope so, for I love your people.

They are so appreciative. I could play for them forever." Add now you must have a pen picture of Bernhardt. She Is petite, though so slight that you departed, and shp stood up and held out both hands again and smiled upon me one of wonderful dazzling smiles. As I walked out into DIP warm A gust sunshine pondered upon this woman, upon the- set slope of life's a i still retain-, the face and figim- of a girl. Ab- solutely babjish in i ful in and expression, in voice, i as a cdt and po.s--=ssed of a the strong of tin-, v.oman, OMT i-- 'IK greatf-st i i At the age when of u- are- i ing to settle i old agf' -he is a i IIFW and at of us i i i our grandchildren she is e-o Jilting the donls a lie before her for ac-rrim- is a grc'at man of over thirry.

13ut Berrhardt alono cf all surround her is frc-h You have heard how i woman forty year- ago wnr. 0:1 the stage; at the Theater Frama.Ke- in a small a and how made a failure'. She- was so i so a yet -o e-arne -t that the audience ridiculed her. For ttn years she then came In 1SSO s-he was at ve-ry height of her first fame, and in i ear she modelled a a a i for the SrJcn, p'ayr-d to paci.ed houses, successfully toured America and set all Paris gossiping with her eccentricities. One of these was to in her coffin, which she i a decorated anew i handsome hits of lace and choice silk for the becomingnoss of the final moment.

Her latest and greatest success is in the role of Hamlet, the part which was played by Charlotte Cushman with indifferent success, and by Aima Dickenson with Other women have tried Hamlet and failed. Ellen Terry YOUNG WOMAN That jLoves Bedbugs, While Another $3-111 pitthizcs with Mosquitoes. Sympathy and affectation for a certain insect pest were openly expressed at a recent meeting of a theosophical club in PnilaeMphia. One feminine speaker declared that it was sinful to kill the unpopular bedbugs. She saicj, "I caught two bedbugs biting me behind the ear.

took them gently in my fingers, placed them outside the wiii- dow and exclaimed: 'Dear little bedbugs, I love you, but you must go.homa to return no The bedbugs departed and never came back. Another speaker made an appeal for the mosquito, she said, "led at least a brief and a i existence, signing its death warrant- when it took its first taste of human blood. True Esoteric Buddhism required that all windows and doers should be screened so that the sum total of animal suffering might be lessened." A girl sitting behind the speaker tickled her neck with the tas.se! of a parasol and the vicious slap this broad philanthropist gave at tut? supposed insect drew forth a ripple of laughter from the rather unbelieving pa: of the audience. GREATEST A I A NOVELIST. Tokal.

ar the age of 73 is about to take- himself an 18- yrar-old i is greatest novelist of a and one of the most famous in Europe 1 HP is the a of 360 books, -five romances of several -h, 320 novelettes, six have had a of r.i-;",-''- .1 Copies in gary al( i. i n' romances, plajs and n', -u- i have been i a i a Isn- iiojc a i WMS founder of th" i a ih-J i i i i i i P- b.jnks to A4J mi MTJ'S probably the "Romans cf the Next Century," a "Poor Rich Man" is also popular. The Hungarian has alcO gained fame as an editor, his newspaper, the Xation, being the most influential organ ia Hungary. This is his second matrimonial venture, his first having been made fifty years ago, when he wedded Rasa Laborfalvi, the greatest of Hungarian actresses..

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