The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa on February 27, 1895 · Page 3
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'f ? W«*F7 fttfe MJfetftJfti» JUMMA. jffik *' tHE dn the left stood the Phoenician, as the first colonist. She was & girl robed in royal purple, girdled with a gold zone, and holding in her fingers a lotos flower. A temple, dedicated to Astarte, was behind -her, while at her feet were scattered rude instruments of astronomy and navigation, linen- Weaving, and the fusion of metals. Diana occupied the central arch, as representing Greece in the shadow of the Parthenon. Clad in a white robe, with the silver crescent attached to her dimpled shoulders, the goddess had an aspect of cold and severe beauty. She gathered aside the veil, which formed a diadem on her head. A torch, reversed, depended from her arm. On the right appeared the Roman, more mature in beauty than her companions, and in richly wrought garments and sandals. She held a statuette of Mercury, emblematic of commerce, and the wolf on a column, as well as the ruins of the Forum, indicated her origin. • The rich coloring of the Phoenician and the Eoman formed a characteristic contrast with the fail symmetry of feature of Diana. . . A murmur of admiration and applause greeted this charming group, necessitating a second lifting of the curtain. A trifling incident marred the repetition. A tiny dog, resembling a ball - white, floss silk, rushed on the OI vvllitci jayoo oi.j.*v, *«.«.-«— - — stage, peered at the audience, growled and began to bark vociferously. Phoenicia forgot her pose, caught up the animal, kissed him on the nose, and thrust him under one arm. "Florio followed us,!' she explained, in audible tones, to the hostess. "He would not stay at home alone, I ain sorry. ' Evil little beast! How dare you bark? Eh!" "The picture is now complete," said • Gen..Lubomirsky, smiling. "Did not sthe Sybarites carry'these-dogs to the baths, held under the arm, and even honor them with monuments and epitaphs after death?" "Who is the Phoenician?" inquired the young prince of his host, after a Pa Gen, Griffith was at fault. He had never seen her before, and did not know her name. lie fancied she was some .native^ Maltese girl used for the occasion. •••••" -'. On the stage the Grand Master Villiers de 1'Isle d'Adam, in the person of Capt. Fillingham, wearing pasteboard armor in lieu of wrought steel, indicated the scene of fortifications begun in defense of his chosen island home. The Knight La Vallette next appeared. Clad in mail, he unfurled the banner of the order of St. John and , -trampled beneath his heel the Maf' b.ometan crescent. Th,en Lieut. Curzon, m uniform and resisting victim, the amateiif collector. Mrs. Griffith had received this fresh recruit to her dramatic staff With affability, but in the cold, blue eyes of Miss Ethel Symthe swift disapproval Was perceptible. Capt. Blake, toiling in the cause like a galley slave, to use his own term, as Stage manager, scene, painter and actor in one, remarked, audibly. '•What a pretty girl! Keally, the sailor has att eye for beauty." " Miss Symthe bit her lip in silence. "Are we quits, my lady?" mused the social Wasp, resuming his brush with renewed ardor, in the interests of de- plating the lighthouse and the blue sea Pn the final scene. The clever pencil of the young lady just out from London had designed the decorations for each tableau, with the assistance of Capt. Blake, and her skillful proficiency was apparent in all the minor details of grouping and costume. She had demurred at the newcomer's fitness to fill the role of the Phoenician. "Darken her eyebrows," suggested Lieut. Curzon. The ladies made no further objection. The hostess may have reviewed the situation, with keen, feminine insight, and discerned an unexpected checkmate on the intercourse of friend and cousin so opportunely brought together beneath her roof. During the first quadrille Dolores had nimbly divested her rounded limbs of the purple, Tyrian draperies of the stage, and slipped on the pretty pink dress. No necklace of pearls had she, but she tied a ribbon around hex throat, terminating in a coquettish little bow under the left ear. The classical sandal was cast from her foot in favor of the black satin slippers of her mother, the true shoe of a Spanish senorita. She was not shy with the timidity of northern races under similar circumstances. She emerged from a dressing-room, holding Florio tightly in her arms. She must find her grandfather, who waited in one of the colonnades, and consign the pet to his keeping. 'grasping the national standard, was disclosed by the raised curtain. The young officer stood on the margin of ' 'blue sea, with a lighthouse depicted on the shore and a man-of-war in the distance, embodying later British su- . premacy of rule, and'brought the tab' leaux to a fitting close. The draperies were once more swept . aside and Calypso, surrounded by the Phoenician, the Greek and the Rproan, , flanked 'by the twp -knights of Malta and the British sailor, again tendered . ^ we,lcpme to the august guest. ," t ,Th'e ball that ensued was opened by , $1$grand fluke and. the hpstess. At ' the conclusion of the quadrille he said \*m ^ * J . ._ 1 ask' pf the Gp'ddess Calyp- Her whole nature basked in the light, perfume and warmth of the place and the hour. She paused before a large Chinese vase and rifled it of several roses of the color of her gown, placing one in her hair and the rest in her corsage. She resembled the fairy princess of the enchanted palace. All belonged to her in this realm of delight, and she must not be surprised at any marvel.^ Strains'of music floated through the chamber to her keenly expectant ear, mingled with a rather awe -inspiring murmur of voices as of many people gathered together. Where were all these people? The glitter of gilt, the flowing folds of embroidered, hangings and the long vista of lamps, multiplied by the shimmer of mirrors, charmed her eye. Surely the marvelous history of the milkmaid, • who dressed in the hollow of a tree to attend .a county ball, was no more surprising than that she, Dolores' of the Watch Tower, should be here in the palace of the Knights of Malta. Entering a deserted apartment, she paused, involuntarily, to survey^ her reflected image in one of those glittering looking-glasses. Another girl, who had previously been pacing the floor with marked impatience, approached and stood beside her, giving a touch of readjustment to her own coiffure, and hum- 'Oh, yes,'*' laughed Dolores, "t am English, of Maltese. My mother was Spanish, t cafi dance, perhaps, but I should be afraid td sing here." "1 am not afraid to sing befofe all the Grand Unites in Christendom," *e* torted the Undine of the Water-lilies, with a little grimance. "t only hop6 I may obtain an engagement at St. Petersburg soott. lam to make my debut at the Maltese opera-house, you know -in the 'Barber of Seville.' t have taken the name of Signorina GiUlia Melita. I was born in Chicago, and my real name is Lizzie Shannon. I Shall be known as Melita all over the world. Are you coming to hear me on Thursday night?" "Oh, how 1 Wish 1 could!" sighed Dolores, clasping her hands together. "I fear that grandpapa never goes to the theater." , • -. "There comes Mr. Brown," said the embryo Diva, quickly. "Mr. Brown?" repeated Dolores, in' terrogatively, and much interested in her new acquaintance. "You know him, of course. No? You must have heard of Mr. Bfrown. Why! everybody knows him from Vienna attd Paris to London and New York. Mr. Brown is at n-esent my guardian dragon, and teeps all small fry at a safe distance. If 1 were a race horse of blood, you might say he had bet on my winning •invested in me. He is a good soul, too, and looks after my onion soup as well as my future engagements." Mr. Browii approached. He was a portly man of mature age, with a highly-colored,.countenance, and jet black hair and mustache. He was a'ttired in what may be termed effulgent, masculine evening dress, and had ^the ponderous grace of manner of the ringmaster of a circus. "They are ready to hear you sing, my dear," he announced, in a paternal and wheezy voice. ^Give that aria from, the Sicilian Vespers with as much finish as possible, Melita." "Are they ready for me?" she retorted, with a sarcastic intonation. "Supposing that I am not ready;for chem, Mr. Brown?" Mr. Brown smiled a fat smile, a facial wrinkle that rippled over cheek and jowl as the surface of water is stirred by a falling pebble, bowed profoundly, and kissed ' the tips of the girl's fingers, as if saluting a princess. "Patience, my angel," he said, indulgently. "We must strive to make a good impression to-night by our modesty and grace. Later, we shall make our own terms. Eh?" She sighed impatiently, and shook out the train of her dress. "Come along, then/' washer unceremonious assent I hate being patronized, though." She moved away a few paces, remembered Dolores, ran back, and kissed her suddenly. "You must come to my debut," she said. "Ask for Mr. Brown at the stage door. Bring your grandpa, too. And—your gloves are shabby, child," halting, with conviction. . . • •' ,.:. '•.... •"""I k"noW - it,"'confessed Dolores, ruefully. , "They,: are old ones that 1 found in a box.; I tried to clean them with bread-crumbs, and I thought, perhaps, they would not show much." "I have some nice gloves,".affirmed the Signorina Giulia Melita, shaking her head as she scrutinized those of Dolores. "Mr. Brown always carries' a lot in his pocket in case I should change my mind about a pair. Your gloves have a great deal to do with your temper. You are a Spaniard and I am an'American, so our hands _are small. Give me, the package, quick, Mr. Brown. These pink ones will suit you, child. 1 wish I could stop to help you button them, but I may see you again, later. Don't forget the night of my debut, and to come to the stage door. She may bring me good luck, Mr. Brown. Who knows?" (TO BE CONTINUED.) MATRONS AM) MAIDS. HOU&feWIVES Of THB FUTURE. A t-e* O t th«, Which OCCOpt H<>*—Til* Old T*ttndle fied— When -iVotafcft tittte—*h* Making of Soaps— Children's Books. draw it Ottt anfi sfJenA it lor presents and such things." the secret jf increasing a bank account is to pnfc m a little at a time and never draw it. OtA WET AND MAYINGS A IhordttKft There should be little sympathy for the mother of grown-up daughters who takes upon her own shoulders all the burdens of housekeeping, because she doesn't want to bother them With such "dry matters." It is just because wives and daughters have looked upon housekeeping duties as uninteresting or trivial that so many homes are poorly managed to-day. The same abilities are required for the successful management of the large and prosparous home as are needed in any business, and luckily some of the best educated women are beginning to realize this fact. It is said that even such a very xvealthy woman as Mrs. George Hurst keeps a careful account of evety cent spent in her home. Marketing requires experience and knowledge of different cuts of meat, and to select for oneself is surely the most satisfactory and economical way of providing provisions for the family. This is only one of the cares of the housekeeper who believes in business methods. Her account-books must be as carefully kept as her husband's business ledgers. She knows to a cent what it costs each person for board. She keeps an itemized list of fine table and bed linen, for she is fastidious and likes nice belongings and believes in taking care of the same. In poorly managed homes a certain per cent of the monthly allowance has to go regularly for replacing articles lost or broken. Think what other responsibilities are borne by the thorough housewife! She must plan the menu and work for the diy, and whatever she does not intend to do with her own hands she must fully explain to others. .How many times it is said that women have no idea of time. It is this trifling with' tims which helps bring about family discomfort and disorcler- liness. "A time for everything and everything on time" is as good a maxim for the home as it is for the big manufacturing establishment. The common belief that the home will run itself while the mistress fritters away the day helps fill the hotels with restless women and unhappy men, who found no peace in keeping house, says a .writer in the Brooklyn Eagle. If there is a clever wife or daughter to quietly arrange the routine of home comforts no one thinks about any other plan of living. These are not "dry matters" and the greatest harm is done by letting daughters shirk all household cares, as their future happiness depends either on their experience in these things or their willingness to learn. The Making of Soups. ,• There are-but two kinds of soup- cream or clear. In making the former ttfaefi XVortrfm tfrrlte. When a man writes he wants pomp and circumstance and eternal space from Which to draw. If he writes at home he needs a study or a library, and he wants the key lost attd the keyhole pasted over, so that nobody can disturb him. His finished products are of much importance to him, and, for a time, he wonders why the planets have not changed their orbits or the sunshine acquired a new brilliancy because he has written something by a cast-iron method. A woman picks up some scraps of a copybook or the back of a pattern, sharpens her pencil with the scissors or gnaws the end sharper. She takes an old geography,tucks her foot under her, Sucks her pencil periodically, and produces literature. She can write with Genevieve pounding out her exercises on the piano, with Mary buzzing over her history lesson for to-morrow, Tommy teasing the baby, and the baby pulling the cat's tail. The domestic comes and goes for directions and supplies, but the course of true love runs on, the lovers woo and win, and the villains kill and die among the most commonplace surroundings. A man's best efforts, falling short of genius, are apt to be stilted, but the woman who writes will often, with the stump of a pencil, and amid the distractions above mentioned, produce a tender bit of a poem, a dramatic situation or a page of description that, though critics rave, lives on, travels through the exchanges, and finds a place in the scrapbooks of the men and women who know a good thing when they see it, whether there is a well-known name signed to it or not. Go Shopping Alone. It is almost always a mistake for two ladies to go shopping together, and invariably a mistake for more than that number to attempt to tMB ** «# &trf«— Dallas* &!*«*•» ADOttB f 0 tJ, w said he. "How much do you adore me?" asked Miss fiekon* street, calmly. 'Enough to join, our Browning society this winter?" He struggled within himself and he whispered, "even that!" Miss Bekonstreet smiled tenderly upon him and murmured: "One tnm£ more; Will you take me tothesym- phony to-morrow in my new bloom* ers?" But he had fled and they are no longer platonic friends.—Life. She Was No Politician. "Did you see all those ^ dreadful charges the papers make against you?' said the politician's wife. "I did," was the reply. "What am I going to do about it?" "Why," she answered, almost SOD* bing, "I—I'd make that horrid editor prove every word of them, so I would. "Prove 'em. Great guns! Thats exactly what I'm anxious to keep him from doing if I can!"—Washington Star. those Girls. ,£» 7< "JI;*twYv V« fW*> «t " vivv»~>"—» "rr-y f if §p'tbV' further pleasure pf the' nest quadrille, "with'the youngest and mp&t /beautiful pf her' nymph's, the pbeeni- Whp 'Ippw what bad became of tbjs Cinder* VAl1n,.and,ye]t £he yOJjng P^nce baft 8«* ; wish to dance with b'exV we^ assent' witbput -bet,.. surprise ep innovauee, at the tffff"- f •*- " ming a song meanwhile. "Is this your first ball?" she inquired in Italian, scanning Dolores. "Yes," said the latter,turning to the stranger with a surprise which merged into native admiration as she contemplated her, Dolores had not yet entered the portals of the ball-room, and thought she had never dreamed of any one as beautiful as her companipn at the present moment. The stranger was small and slight, and robed in pale green silk, draped with an embrpidery of crystal held with trailing 1 wateri-lilies, -leaves, and river grasses. Her blonde hail', slightly dashed with sparkling gold ppwder, was caught up with stars of brilliants, A pair of large eyes, fi^ll of ,yivacity, aijinjated he? o'yal' face, which wa§ piquant in'expression. White g^oyes. pf exquisite fineness, covered her tiny hands and arms.reaching tp the shpu> 4er, She held a roll of music, • JJer 11 'was petulant abrupt, whim- it vim, ifrWf ^RW*jyY "*i 'ly* j ' ? iU'; ft wmK aw* fts- .'.unnlJl T>1niin/»nan flTTIIfi <Tilll Ho Identified the Corpse. The waters of the bay had washed up a lonjr, lank body and for two days it lay in an undertaker's shop awaiting identification. Nobody on Cape Cod knew'the man. At last an old rickety wagon rattled up and Farmer Hall got down, Passing into the back room he looked at the body for a moment and said; "That's him.!' The undertaker asked for further information, but Farmer Hall -could only say it was Tompkins, his hired man. "But can't you tell just why he is Tompkins? Are they his clothes? Can't you furnish some positive means of identification?" And the-undertaker looked expectant. farmer Hall shifted his place and •was -lost, in thought. Suddenly he slapped his leg,' "Well?" • *'He stuttered. "-r-Bp^tpn Budget, s,ica,l t yet assured, She read such flattery:,of appwdfrttoft w the of simple poipres, tbat her preyipvjg mpinent, 1 writing Mrs. - Hayseed— send to lear,» how to, Hffe, ' writej ft half milk may be used, or the yolk of an egg, instead of literal cream, except in making a bisque of clanis. There nothing but the genuine article will suffice. Don't skim soup. What, rises to the surface is what you want in your stock. Get the foreleg of beef, never take a hind leg. Use one quart of cold, soft water to one pound of meat, and edibles, simmer one hour to each pound. Put the cracked bones in the bottom of the kettle, lay the meat cut from them on top, add wate^ and simmer. For the last hour add the vegetables. Strain it and set in a cold place, but not in the refrigerator. The next day take the grease off the' top, if it is winter weather; in the summer leave it on, but, of course, only take the jellied stock from beneath it. This same grease may be fried out in boiling water and used for all purposes of drippings. Never add the salt to soup till the last .thing, as it will harden the water, Thicken cream soups with one tablespo'onful of butter to two of flour, for one quart of liquid, rubbing it smooth, and adding it tp scalded milk. Nature \Vtll Assert Iferself, One woman said pf another recently: (> She boasts that she is never idle, that every moment not spent in sleep is a busy one, When she does sit down for a short time' she always has some fancy work ready and picks it up, She declares that .she can rest as well if her hands are occupied as if they lie, quiet in lier lap, In fact, she Bays that she rests bettor for the trifling work, and I imagine that she d^es, hut it is because she is top over* wrpwsbt and too nervous to sit per* fectjy ,§till- J shall be m*°h surprised, if, g^nie 4ay, there is not a, total ppl« lapse tbe r V W nature has ; thread the mazes of the shops in company. Only very well, strong women are equal to the strain of it, for the inevitable cross-purposes are even more fatiguing than trying to keep together in the crowds of the shopping district. The things which interest one have no manner of attraction for another. The woman with children stops to look at the little gowns and cloaks which would be so cunning for Nellie or Charlie, while her childless companion is impatient to get to the bargain counter or the India silks. In any case, if both have purchases to make one must push through the crowds and wait while her companion selects and purchases and waits for her change, and then the whole process is reversed, and thereby the fatigue of both and the time consumed is doubled. In occasional instances when a purchase of some magnitude is to be made and the taste and advice of another is desirable a shopping companion is a real help. But ordinary shopping, the frequent aggregation of trifling purchases, the sensible woman will accomplish in solitary comfort—or at least a nearer approach to it than if she had another woman with her—to say nothing of the increased comfort of the other woman somewhere else. "* when a The Old Trundle Bed. O, the old trundle bed, where I sljpt What canopied kin? mtsht not covet the joy ? The glory and peace ol that slumber of mine. Like a loni gracious rest in the bosom dl- The quaint, homely couch, hidden close from But daintily drawn from its hidinnr at nlsht, O, a nest of delight 'from the foot to the head, Was the queer little, dear little, old trundle O, the old trundle bed, where I wondering The stars through the window, and listened with awe To the sigh of the .winds as they tremblingly crept Through the trees where the robins so rest- le«slv slept' Where I heard the low, murmuvpus chirp of ' the wren, And the katydid listlessly chirrup a?ain, T1U my fancies grew faint, and were, drowsily lod. Throush the maze of the dreams of, the old trundle bed. O, the old trundle bedl O, the Ql» trundle WUhtts plump little pillow and old-fashioned spread Its snowy white, sheets, an4 the blankets above. SmoofheA flown and tupkeft rpumi •VTttb the touches of love: The voice of my mother to lull me to sleep With the old fairy stories mv memories keep SI}", fresh as the lilies that bloqm o'er the Onve 'bowed o'er my pw» In the old trundlfc bedl Armazlndy and_Other Poem?, The Tall One—My doctor assures me that it is conducive to fat. The Other—Mine says I shall soon get thin!—Life. On a Bridal Tour. , The Groom—Now, I've got a great scheme. If we quarrel pretty openly, people will never know we are just married.. ' t The Bride—Oh, Charlie, I couldn't do such a thing on the very day we're : married. You must wait a little while. '' , "Come, don't 'be silly. It won't' . mean anything to us, and tliey'lHhink we've been married a long time." "I simply can't do it, dear." "Oh, yes, you can. Call me a brUte or something. They're looking at us now and smiling." "If you really loved me you wouldn t ask me to do such a thing." "Of course, if you want everybody to^ know, I dare say I can stand it." , % . "It's horrid of you to talk that way, ' and on our wedding day, too." _ .' "That's right, be mean about it an* make a goose of yourself." '<You're a hateful thing and I wish I'd never married you—I do! I've a- , good mind to go straight back -home." , But she didn't. On the contrary—Yum! yum!—Ex. , Soiled by Trade, < Mrs. Wayupp—Don't invite ^those. , Highupp girls again, Their father has ^ disgraced himself. ., ' Miss Wayupp -Impossible! Se •/$ iVUSb Y» tty UJ/1-' —*»**pwot w*—• •>—- Vt ,' , noted scientist and president of a cplr', 1 ^ but the lege, Mx's. Wayupp—-Yes, ««v —~ •"•-^"^ •->« fellow has* recently been making" p.^ study of 'the'trade winds, It's in.'a^, ^ the papers, too. ehaii 1 The fw wlte • Wte • grwwi Mwl* etty I wiw » »W *5« •y rf^p »™T*-' > r — . - , _ . gefe 'a,n.injury, it dpes seem probate that this, woman who, like her protp* Mother $99se, *'never is day Discover that pf refreshment and as. " daUy' wor k < Books (QF A wise and brig'ht yoixng mother does npfc apprpye pf tPO many chil* dwR'B books for Qhildr,§n. "They will pften reach up an<J wndeypta^d ypu? when, yw think, it necessary to -by giving them yaur bppfc i» ft ted state," she says, "Bead to thew and with,the«ft! 'and then SQ rea's. logg^ mil not be They will »l«» learn bpw >» a His Woman—That rocking sold me is'a fraud, , Second Hand Dealer—How's dot?, "The rockers are.npt i even>< ypu roek» it over the rpom," "Mein Pracipus! ^bft* take, und sent you «vpn new, rocker, varyante^ npd>tp_yeftv carpet all in two'dollars, nxore;" I won t pay ••*«•* •«»"^- ' i " > ' T "'"s. r v,Y^ r .:.T ! "_S"~s's won't send, it»haefr^, thFt-%R^f _ * , v T « i ^ tf'sy^ r-'&i^-y -^iV-i*'-- -wjimeaTwJia &TO . -,' ', ,BH«yfey»M»*»«.^V^* J"*™*} '• *?$^^J&B?1K> $™ M ;T^5iw jjsjgrwjj^ •-r 4&.S_^rJC'C ~*^!£I™,>,, ™v.n, /inTir.Ri't* WA-lVrai&,all ''there isdn life « , ""*K JSSX*Sf»9 JW»t ,^»»lp<F»7"T --." »- f"--T f ,~: ,' ,, afttf$wl& «f ;^«w» .wha a Wife iTlf""":'. '_y,i ' __!'j"AU'i '..Anaitrinn. railnn at,-' 1 in 1 ^'ttpwfc-totof b*9?a£ -- .MiN^ftiawvriaff

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