soft muslin, ill! with orris root, cover with
the bag of scrim and silk ami fin l ’;! l tJe \ ip '
per edge with loops of ribbon. WHh reallj
very little labor you will have made as
tasteful a sachet as any that 1 know’.
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An Etching.
From The Chicago Inter Ocean.
It was dusk. A cool twilight had fallen
upon the hot city after a day of insufferable
heat. The sun flamed through a golden mist.
The breeze, like a caress, crept through the
trees; the roar of the city was like the growl
of a wakened lion. In the park a pair of
lovers strolled up and down, oblivious to all
the world in their innocent passion. She
wore a cluster of pansies at her belt. Half
a dozen yards away sat a woman and a child
on a bench, two pathetic instances of human
ity born only to poverty and squalor. Mother
and child they were, the child an infantile re
production of its mother, with that weird, un-
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canny effect that premature age always
makes.
He was but four years old. She was old in
suffering, In experience, in unrequited love
and hope had long since turned to despair.
The child was already old in his inheritance
of all these. Heredity had done its work.
The lovers came back and walked near them.
