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Lord & Taylor, New York.
§. & Pettigrew, Springfield, Mass.
Put up in Pink Boxes, with our name and trade-mark on each box. If your dealer does not have it write to
OWEN, MI00RE & Co., Portland, Me.
C. C. Shayne,
Mällshillsills FITIE, 103 Prince St., N. Y.,
Will retail fashionable Furs and Seal-skin Garments this season. This will afford a splendid opportunity for ladies to purchase reliable furs direct from the Manufacturer at lowest possible prices. Fashion book mailed
STATEN ISLAND - - - M - - Fancy Dyeing Establishment, BARRETT, NEPHEWS, & Co., 5 AND 7 John STREET, NEw York; 1199 Broadway, N.Y.; 279 Fulton St., Brooklyn; 215 N. Charles St., Baltimore; 47 N. Sth St., Phila.
DYE, CLEAN, and REFINISH DRESS GOODS and Garments without ripping. Send for Circular and Price-list.
BROADWAY, 8th AND 9th STREETS, CITY OF NEW YORK,
How to Clothe the Children.
Considering the Assortment, Styles, and our Low Prices, there is no other place where BOYS and GI R LS can be fitted out as well with everything from IHAT'S to SHOEs. We include Youths' and Misses' sizes up to 18 years. Mail orders receive prompt attention.
60 and 62 West 23d St., N. Y. ADJUSTABLE FRAME ...". LACE CURTAINS H. F. MARSH. 2 Seventh Ave., N. Y.
positively cured by the great German Remedy. Sample package and book for 4 cents
in stamps. E. H. Medical Co., East Hampton, Conn.
The Messrs. Redfern are now prepared to
show their New and Original Models of Gowns, Coats, and Wraps for Autumn and Winter wear, embracing all the latest designs from their London and Paris branches. An entirely new stock of Imported Cloths in all the best makes, the majority of them exclusively manufactured for the Messrs. Redfern. Ladies desirous of ordering, but unable to visit New York, can have samples of Cloths and Sketches forwarded free by mail. Perfect fit guaranteed without personal interview.
21o Fifth Ave., N.Y.
lbs. per month without in any way MADE
ABSOLUTELY HARMLESS, simply stopping the FAT-producing qualities of food. The supply being so stopped the natural working of the 3 system draws on the fat in the system and at once reduces weight.
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, Chicago, III.
Mention Harper's Bazar in your letter when you write.
N, 24 Barclay Street, New York,
Grand St., NEW YOrk. FAII, Ns|||||||
IN LARGE DISPLAY THROUGHOUT OUR ENTIEE ESTABLISHMENT.
1800 Trimmed Hats,
Representing decidedly the largest collection and most comprehensive assortment of Stylish Head Coverings Jor Ladies, Misses, and Children ever Exhibited.
Special attractions in Novelties for Misses and Children in unique Shapes and odd decorative Finishings.
CUSTUMES, W R. A. P. S.
AN ELEGANT DISPLAY OF
AN Stylish Cashrneres,
Illustrating the newest Fabrics and latest styles. Special Exhibition of Handsome Wraps for Fall and Winter in all the new materials, large variety of useful and reasonable-cost Wraps, Jackets, Cloaks, Raglans, and Newmarkets.
THROUGHOUT OUR ESTABLISHMENT
A Grand Display will be made of
and all visiting our store will find our prices as low as the greatly “reduced prices” advertised elsewhere, and suffer no inconvenience from the confusion and crowding connected with so-called “special sales.”
“All I want,” said the opera-singer, “is notes for notes; large notes for high notes.” 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 mis. chievous 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. The easiest way to find out a girl's age is to ask some other girl. It is easy to make light of a pound of candles. TWO FINE CHARGERS. MR. Bumpus. “I saw you taking a horseback ride this morning. horse 2" Mit. Wu Mipus. “No ; only a livery hack.” “He looked like a very fine charger.” “So I thought until I paid the bill. in the shade.”
Then the owner of the stable cast Ilinn all -
THE CONJURED KITCHEN.
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 spoilin’.” She went out into the yard for eggs, and reported, “ Chickens all layin' unner de house—roosts dar; minks git dem least ones, sho.”
“Cow’s ain’t come home, in co’se,” was the next bulletin of doom; “needn't speck no milk to-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, 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 l’’ 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 Iguvs 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 guy ye on yo' hanker', an’ come an’ set by de fire twell dat boy come home, kase he argwine 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 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.