FINE IMPORTED COSTUMES, WRAPS, THIS SEASON'S IMPORTATION. Special facilities for making Wedding Trousseaux AND LADIES' CLOTHS. 40 pieces 54-inch all-wool LADIES' DRESS CLOTHS, all desirable colors, at 47c. per yard; worth 75c. 175 pieces LADIES' HABIT CLOTHS, all shades, at $1.00 and $1.25 per yard; good value for $1.35 and $1.65. 60 pieces double-width CHEVIOTS and TRI- All the new makes and colors of DRESS FAB- Fall Catalogue sent on application. Le Boutillier Brothers, Of 23d NEW YORK. Koch Co Now offer a magnificent line of WINTER WRAPS For Ladies and Children, Which, for STYLE, FIT, and workmanship, are unrivalled in this market, at prices guaranteed LOWER THAN ANY OTHER HOUSE. The following two styles are entirely new and strictly confined to us. MODJESKA PALETOT, Made of fine all-wool Bearer, black, brown, and ALEXANDRA RAGLAN, Prepaid parcels, $5.00 and over, delivered free PARKER'S GINGER TONIC The Best Cure for Coughs, Weak Lungs, Asthma, Indi Lundborg's EDENIA RHENISH Cologne. Lundborg's Perfumes have been most favorably known throughout the world for many years, and are acknowledged to be the best. Advancing civilization has made the old-time luxury of fine Perfumes and Cologne a modern necessity, and no boudoir is now complete without a selection of the best the market affords. If you cannot obtain Lundborg's Perfumes and Rhenish Cologne in your vicinity send your name and address for Price List to the manufacturers. LADD & COFFIN, 24 Barclay Street, New York. STERN BROTHERS Have now on exhibition their entire FALL AND WINTER IMPORTATIONS OF HIGH-CLASS NOVELTIES IN DRESS GOODS, SILKS, VELVETS, MOURNING FABRICS, Also, Large Assortment and Exclusive Styles From their own workrooms. SPECIAL ATTENTION Is directed to their DRESSMAKING DEPARTMENT, LADIES' WEDDING TROUSSEAUX. Also, direct, importations of French Hand-made lishments, in endless variety. RIDLEY'S, Grand St., New York. FALL NOVELTIES IN LARGE DISPLAY THROUGHOUT OUR ENTIRE ESTABLISHMENT. In Our MILLINERY PARLOR 1800 Trimmed Hats, Representing decidedly the largest collection and most comprehensive assortment of Stylish Head Coverings High-Class Evening & Reception Bonnets. Special attractions in Novelties for Misses and Children in unique Shapes and odd decorative Finishings. COSTUMES. WRAPS. AN ELEGANT DISPLAY OF Our Silks are manufactured from a superior quality of pure silk yarns and are dyed by the best Dyers in the world. Our Silks are finished in the most careful and best manner possible, and not the way that is cheapest and quickest, hence their Superior Wearing Qualities and Permanent Richness. Any Lady ordering a Silk from us who is not highly pleased when she receives it, can return it at our expense, and we will refund the full amount of money by first mail. As our Silks are sold very close, we cannot afford to mail samples free, but if you will send us four twocent stamps, stating the kind you most desire, we will send you a nice line to select from and return the stamps with first order. CHAS. A. STEVENS, 69 State Street, Mention Harper's Bazar in your letter when you write. crowding connected with so-called "special sales." Ridley's Fashion Magazine, ISSUED QUARTERLY, at 50c. per Annum. A little miss of five, with a good deal of originality and independence in her composition, has a brother-in-law of whom she is very fond. They are great chums, and it is hard to decide whether the little girl or the man is the most mischievous when they begin their romps. She persists in calling him" my brother." "Your brother-in-law." corrected a precise lady visitor one day. "He's no law to me," retorted the youngster-a fact so self-evident that it precluded further genealogical explanations. WIFE (in hoarse whisper). "MOICHAEL! MOICHAEL! WAKE UP! THUR'S A MURTHERIN' THAFE IN THE ROOM!" MICHAEL. "WHIST NOW, ROSIE; BE AISY. I HEV ME OI ON EM, AN' EF HE FOINDS ONYTHING I'LL GIT UP AN' TAKE IT FROOM EM." HE COULDN'T SEE THE NECESSITY OF IT. "PA, WILL YOU PLEASE PASS DE SPOONS?" "WHA' YO' WAN' ALL DE SPOONS FO' WID NUFFIN' BUT COFFEE? 'PEARS LIKE YO' GITTIN' MIGHTY CUR US NOTIONS SINCE YO' GONE T' WUK FO' DEM POLLENBECKS." A SCIENTIFIC SCORCHER. SMALL HUXLEYAN. "I SAY, MAMMY, DIS YER FRIZIOLOGY SAY EF A CHILE HAB A NARM LONG NUFF TO REACH TO DE SUN W'EN HE'S BAWN, HE DONE BE DEAD 'N' BERRIED SEBENTY-FIVE YEAH 'FO' EBER HE GWINE FEEL DE SCO'CH." MAMMY (severely). "AN'NIAS S'PHIRY NEBCUDNEZZAH JONES, SHET DAT AR BOOK, 'N' GO SPLIT DE KINDLIN' 'N' REST MY PO' BRAINS! 'PEARS LIKE 'S IF TOO MUCH LARNIN' 'LL MAKE ME MAD." THE CONJURED KITCHEN. [Continued from page 779.] can harm you. But if you get scared you may lose it, so be bold !" "Yes'm," said Jerry. Anything less bold than he as he shambled off it would be hard to fancy: poor knight of the rueful countenance going to dare more awful peril than was faced by the white knights in their steel and feathers! It was real peril to him, however it might appear to us; he was horribly afraid, too; yet he never flinched; perhaps the grotesque creature was a bit of a hero. Nothing in particular occurred that afternoon, unless I count the breaking of all the yellow bowls by Jinny Ver, who thought she heard a "screechin' noise," and "lowed 'twuz Jerry," and naturally jumped. Aunt Callie moved sombrely about the kitchen preparing the prodigal Southern supper. She came in from the store-room to say that the weather was growing warm so fast that all the meat was "p'intedly sp'ilin'." She went out into the yard for eggs, and reported, "Chickens all layin' unner de house-roosts dar; minks git dem least ones, sho." "Cows ain't come home, in co'se," was the next bulletin of doom; "needn't speck no milk t'-morrer." But she admitted that her waffle batter looked "real old timey." Alas, fallacious gleam of hope! We waited to be summoned to the table, but no summons came. Presently a strong smell of burning food was wafted from the kitchen, accompanied by smothered exclamations, and then a clatter of metal. "Waffles fallen into the fire, probably," said Dora. The burning odor grew stronger and more complex. Smoke began to drift through the gallery, through the diningroom, into the parlor. They were running about frantically in the kitchen. Then the doors flew open, and Jinny Ver rushed through the rooms screaming, "Quick! quick! the stove's afire!" Not pausing to consider the startling anomaly of a stove afire, we caught up, indiscriminately, rugs, the water jug, and an empty pail, and ran to the kitchen. True enough, a sheet of flame enveloped the stove, and smoke was rolling from the charred pores of the mantel, and the air was so murky that we could barely see. Besides, FULL REGULAR-MADE UNDERWEAR Jinny Ver had dropped the lamp. Dorr flung a rug at the line of dish-towels behind the stove, which was making most of the illumination. "Water!" he shouted; "the buckets!-the buckets by the sink!" "They's empty," whimpered Jinny Ver. "An' de pump done broke," said Caledonia, with deadly calm. "I'll see about that," cried Dorr, grabbing the pump handle. A rattle and a shiver, and a very wrong exclamation from Dorr. Yes, undoubtedly the pump was broken. Meanwhile the wood-box had begun to blaze. "There's the water in the rooms," cried Dora. Naw, young miss," said Aunt Callie, lifting her hand solemnly; "dat do no good. Dis kitchen sho go I guvs it up; I's gwine. I ain't yo' cook no mo'." She flung her apron over her head in a burst of emotion as surprising as it was poignant, and ran blindly to the door. With a crash the blazing kindlings tumbled on the brick hearth. The line holding the towels, burned to a black wisp, gave way, and the towels sank in a flaming heap beside the wood; there they turned harmlessly to charcoal. A dense smoke succeeded the glare. Caledonia stood still, and breathed heavily. In a second she clapped her hands above her head, and shouted "Glory!" at the top of her voice. Then, calmly as usual, she pointed to the hearth, saying: "De fire done putt itseff out. Yuh see, miss, oh, miss, yuh all see, we's unconjured. Dat boy do like he said. Bress de Lawd!" She made no sort of account of the water Dora and I brought from the chambers and flung on the mantel, though it dripped down and made a perfect pool on the floor. "Yes, ole miss, guv de Lawd de glory. Dat boy break up de magic, else sho dis kitchin go. Jinny Ver, yuh go home right 'way. Putt on yo' good dress an' yo' lace collar, an' putt somer dat cologe Miss Freddy done guv ye on yo' hanker', an' come an' set by de fire twell dat boy come home, kase he ar gwine keep yuh comp'ny in macrimony. Dat boy, mabbe, don't got eddication, but he got sense. Don' yuh say one word. Yuh don' lay yo' han' on a dish dis ev'nin'. Now I's gwine cook yuh all a supper." It was a supper to be remembered. Caledonia waited on us herself. Her countenance wore a gracious smile as she brought in the waffles, light, crisply brown, delicious. "Looked like I never git likened ter cookin' in dis kitchin," said she; "but I don't guess we gwine have ony mo' trubbel. Jerry he done come home, an' he's settin' longer Jinny Ver. Says he done de ole man like he'd orter, an' it's all right. He putt out his han' an' p'intedly show me de blood. Dat boy!" Plainly Jerry's troubles were over. We caught one glimpse of the dusky lovers, sitting in very much the attitude of lovers the world over, and a few stray sentences floated to us through the SEABURY'S MUSIC MENDER. BEST IMPORTED window-glass: "Then I guv over pleadin' with 'im, an' I up an' hit 'im. I lope dat mewl, an' I tell ye I spilt de mud-wen' so fas' we burnt de wind. An' I do over agin for yuh to-morrer-I wud so. Fur- Oh, Miss Jinny Ver!" Now the readers of this simple tale may think what they please. All I know is that in the night it grew cold, saving all our meat; the boat came back with our butter; our new potatoes and fruit came safely; three minks were caught in our traps; the carpenter mended the pump and finished the shed. Caledonia next morning made bread fit for a king, and from that day to this the conjured kitchen has rested in prosperous peace. |