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THE SPRING BONNET.* _-_-_-____________.'

Pretty Conceits in Feminine HeadgearThat Will be on Exhibition

' in a Few Days.

The "Constance" and "Tuxedo" Lead theBrilliant Cavalcade, With the .

"St. Leger" Well Up.

The « 'lsolde," the »«Gretchen," the"Uauvray," the "Weill .ley"

, and the "Tennyson,"

Extraordinary Group of Geographi-cal, Historical and Mythologi-

cal Names.

Chicago Mail."When Coleridge wrote of the melan-

choly inseparable trom spring he must havehad spring bonnets in mind,'' asserted aSouth side paterfamilias yesterday, uponwhose pocketbook an alarming raid in thesacred cause of millinery had just beenmade.

Once more the spring bonnet— that rockupon which, according to the funny para-graph .s. domestic happiness lias so oftenmade shipwreck— is among us. It is thefirst sigh of spring. Before the trees beginto bud, before the vernal frog's leg makesits appearance oh the restaurant table, evenbefore the young man's fancy has had timeto turn in the direction indicated by the sickpoet, the spring bonnet leaps into our midstand begins its triumphant career.

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when its appearandto the masculine observer is bare and un-attractive in the ex-treme, lie. poor, benighted being, eveiin such a bonnet a;

' "1" li c Constance,'which is displayed a;

into a "thing ofbeauty and a joy for-ever," or at least for/a season. Perhapsthe newest thingabout this year'sstraw hats is the va-riety of shades inwhich it is possible(to obtain them.Blacl>,brown, cream colorand gray are to beseen, as they were,last year, but in ad-'dition there is an in-finite variety of col-ored straws in all thenew shades, so thateach new coloreddress fabric can bematched exactly inthe hat chosen for it.Some of the mostpopular spring colors

attach itforthwith to anyhat, probably the onewhich comes first tohand, the result being asomewhat extraordinarycollection of geographi-cal, historical, mytholog-ical, floral and fancifulappellations. Two hat-almost identical in shapeare called respectivelythe "Airolo"—-which isthe name of an Italianvillage at the mouth ofthe St. Gothard tunnel—and the "Sadie." .-7'A

one ot tiie seasons in kmi.kyo.

novelties, sees only a peaked and pointedobject, with whose huleotisness lie declinesto associate even for an instant, the wav-ing tresses of his adored one. or, ifhe be abenedict, the smooth "twist" which crownsthe head of the partner of his joys andsorrows. To the feminine beholder,however. "The Constance" presents avery different appearance. In a flashthe grasps its possibilities, and in another

hex completed, couple of stiffly nod-ding "cat-tails.'' For bonnets, and hats,too, still soar heavenward, and will con-tinue to do so, at least through thespring Aspiring , loops of ribbonwill reach to as dizzy heightsas ever, though wings, it is reported, willbristle no more, having been at last, after_ reign of nearly ten years, declared ab-solutely "out of style." In their steadsmall, fine flowers will be used, andmany new varieties of diaphanous nets andgauzes, with loop-edged ribbons of mousse-'ine and taffeta. Ostrich tips are alsocoming into favor once more. '

"THE tuxedo." .Uard transformedlllard tra ns t ormed

the said village into a fashionable resort."Trimming.'' however, does as much for"The Tuxedo" hat as Mr. Lorillard hasdone for Tuxedo itself. From a plain,rather dowdy- looking, cap-shaped affair,simple and flat enough to suit evenLucy Larcom. it is transformed bya few clever touches, some gauzeribbon. and half : a dozen tips

willbe heliotrope in the jot forever.several shades; a deep pinkish magenta,called Charles X. pink: some soft old rosetints; maize; amber; antique blue, and sev-eral very beautiful soft«pale greens. Manyhats are made of coarse straw braids inmixed colors, sometimes in black, gray andwhite, a combination which it is said willbe much worn in Paris.

A very pretty hat imported . from thatparadise of milliners, is made of gray chin-

from Paris. ranged to give an ef-fect of greater width than was considered_i,....w>i_i__ lac. voir \ jri.if_.fllllint, withaesirauiw last ._». &-u.<_wu_ _.«« \u0084._»_

wide, rolling brim is christened "The Mo-zart," though why it should have beennamed after that genial musician • is, and islikely to remain, a mystery. Such detailsas appropriateness and congruity are appar-ently little considered by those mysteriouspowers who christen hats. fefl_H

In a delightfully haphazard manner, itwould seem, they pitch upon any name and

has decided that itseffect,. in combinationwith the heliotropecable - cord ginghamsite has just purchas-ed, will be "quitetoo charming.'' Shesees no longer itsbare outlines andsharp angles, but al-ready, in her fancy'seye, beholds it "fac-ed with heliotropevelvet" and trimmedwith gauze ribbonsof that "lovely newanemone shade, "while on the right:

N hand side she plants' likewise in imagina-tion, a spray of tiny

•yellow-brown flow-ers,'and adds, for thesake of height, a

One of the prettiestnew hats is known as"The Tuxpu'o," al-though i_; an un-trimmed condition itis as Mttle attractiveas was the New Yorkvillage for which it isnamed before theefforts of Pierre Lor-

chilla straw, trimmedwith white and grayostrich plumes and abroad band and hugerosette of white, grayand black corded rib-bon. This hat, likenearly all the newshapes, is intended tobe worn over the faceand with a high coif-fure. Some of thebrims are rolled up atone side only, the otherprojecting and of amediant width. Thetrimming, as a rale,is mfljp.d a little tothe right, and- is ar-

dashing shape known as the mozart.the "St. Ledger" bears a strongfamily resemblance to - the "Juno,"

while the "Sultana" --is strikinglylike the "Berkshire." The .'Claudian,"inasmuch as it is picturesque, is slightly

suggestive of Wilson . Barrett, but . the» Isolde"is a pert little modern affair and

has nothing in common with Wagners 'heroine. The"Gretch-en," which Isremark-able for its flatness,might remind somepeople of Miss For-tescue, and the pretty

k and graceful "Dau--3 vrav"is not ill-named.

Tin-: st. i-KGER. but the "Welles ley"is far too frivolous and flighty to suggestanything connected with the iron duke, andit would be difficult to Imagine any of theEnglish poet laureate's heroines in the"Tennyson."

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PEOPLE WHO i-I.AV POKER.

A Great Bluff Game in Utah Be-tween a liter and a Gambler.

Chicago Herald."I saw a poker game once that Inever

will forget," said Jeff Hankins. "Itwasin Park City, Utah, in ISGS, when the min-ing boom in the Mormon territory was at itsheight. One night I dropped into How-

i ard's place to see a friend, and while stand-I ing at the bar my attention was drawnIto a remote corner of the room'by a crowd of men who seemed toi be very much interested in something there.| The bartender told me that 'Digger3 MikeI and Frank Pavton, a miner and a gambler,I were playing poker, and knowing both menI well, I concluded that I'd watch them a few{ minutes.

"So 1 walked over to the corner and tookj up a position where Icould see the players.j 'Digger' had live or six stacks of checksj and a big pile of bags containing

j gold dust, in all about $0,000, in frontlof him, while Payton had about $7,000.

j Both men played cautiously fora whileI until there was a jack pot, whicli 'Digger': opened with a bag of gold dust. Payton

gI stayed and raised him 8250, which the'Di-g. _ saw and went £.>uu (in gout oust) oetter. .Payton just called this, and then skinnedhis hand and called for one card. 'Digger'dealt it to him and then threw $500 worthof his dust into the pot, remarking: 'I don'twant any.'

"Payton skinned his hand again. af-ter going through the motions of looking athis antagonist for a few minutes, he saw Ithe $350 and went it 8500 harder. Diggerwas mote prompt in raising this four bagsof dust, and Payton even more promptlysaw the raise and went it 53. 000 belter.Neither man was the least bit nervous ac-cording to all outward signs, though eachhad ail his earthly possessions in front ofhim and in the pot. They continued toraise each other as they made bet after bet,until the Digger shouted for a show-down,saying he couldn't call another cent.

"Both hands went down on the board atthe same moment, and then Payton reachedover and began to scoop in the gold dustand cheeks. He had a pair of fours, whilethe digger had been bluffing on a kelter. j'1 didn't think you had nerve enough to fol-low me, Frank.' was all ne said as he gotup from the table to leave the place to goback to the diggings to toil formore gold dust. The sequel of thegame is interesting. Payton left the sa-loon, too, after disposing of his winnings tohis satisfaction, and that was the last timelie was seen until his body was picked up aweek or two later in a ravine about a milefrom Howard's. His skull was crushedand his money all gone, showing that hehad fallen a victim to somebody's cupidity.His murderer was never discovered."

DARLING,THIS IS GROWING OLD.

But It's as Good a Story ..«_ It EverWas, So Here Goes.

Chambers Journal.A Circassian was walking along one road

and a woman along another. The roadsfinally united into one, and reaching thepoint of junction at the same time, they 'walked on together. The man was carry-

ing a large iron kettle on his back; in onehand he held the legs of a live chicken, inthe other a cane, and he was leading a goat,They neared a dark ravine. Said thewoman: "Iam afraid to go through thatravine with you; it is a lonely place, andyou might overpower me and kiss me byforce."

Said the man: "How can I possiblyoverpower you and kiss you by force whenI have this great iron kettle on my back, acane in one hand, a live chicken in theother, and am leading this goat? Imay aswell be tied hand and foot"

"Yes," replied the woman, "but if youshould stick your cane in the ground andtie your goat to it. and turn the kettle bot-tom-side up and put the chicken under it.then you might wickedly kiss me in spite ofmy resistance."

"Success to thy ingenuity, O woman!"said the rejoicing man to himself; "Ishould never have thought of this or simi-lar expedients." And when they came tothe ravine he stuck his cane into the groundand tied the goat to it, • and gave thechicken to the woman, saying: "Hold itwhile I cut some grass for the goat," andthen —so runs the legend lowering theKettle rrom ins snouitier lie put the iowiunder it and wickedly kissed the woman,as she was afraid he would.

BILE AGAINST GREET..

A Trick .V hereby the Beauties ofCompetition Were Brought Out.

Dry Goods Chronicle.A merchant relates the following experi-

ence: "When Iwas a young man Isetupin trade and took a store where therewas not another within a quarterof a mile, thinking I should (To more wherethere were no others, but at the end of theyear Ifound that all I had made could beput in my eye. I sat down oneday, thinking my lot was a mighty hardone. and told my clerk that 1 was goingout for while, and that he mustkeep a shurp lookout for customers. Iwent down town, and, looking around,found that two or three stores were doing avery good trade near together, and in pass-ing one of these stores I found the ownerquite a talkative man. We put our headstogether, and in the course of a week thestore directly opposite his received my stockin trade and a coat ofblue paint on the out-side, while his received a coat of green. Thefirst day Idid nothing but stand at the doorand look pouty at the green store, and myfriend stood on his steps looking ditto atme. As people came in 1 commenced run-ning down the green store, and the latter-always ran down the blue, so that betweenus both we built up a trade that was quitelively. People having 'taken sides.' andnewcomers always purchasing of one or theother, we gradually grew rich, and at theend of some dozen years we settled up, and1 found that opposition, or what answeredthat name, had brought custom, and hadmade my fortune."

Just Like 'Em.D etrolt Free Press.

She came around the corner the otherevening with tears in her eyes and ashaw 1 over her her head, to tell a patrolmanthat her husband had been beating heragain.

"Well, you must go to the police courtand get a warrant," he replied.

"Yes, l_l go the first thing in the morn-ing. Don't you think 1 have also grounds_.„ ,i;..,..._,<»>

ior divorce.' '

"Why. certainly. Go to some lawyerand tell him what a loafer and brute yourhusband is and you'll have no trouble."

"Did you say loafer and brute?""Yes, ma'am. He ought to be tarred

and feathered and rode on a rail." '

"Don't you say that, sir!" she hotly ex-claimed, "and don't you dare call my hus-band a loafer and a brute!"

"But isn't he?'.'"No. sir. He is one of the kindest and

best husbands in Detroit, and if you talkabout him I'll have you up for slander.The idea! Don't you never dare to speakto me again never."

Something Else to Come Down.Harper's Bazar.

Landlord— That porch is rotten andought to come down.

Tenant Yes.Landlord— So ought that shed roof. It's

very little better.Tenant Yes. And there is something

else oiurht to come down.Landlord— Ah, indeed! What is that?Tenant The rent, sir.

7, Buy Loverine 'sGreat 53.50 seamless calf shoe in button,lace and elastic sides, sold only by Lover-

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THE EDITOR'S LOVE AFFAIR. ;

Brooklyn Standard.On the editor's desk, Uttered, with ex-

tracts, s manuscripts, exchanges, notes,writing paper and those other trifles whichgive a newspaper office something of indi-viduality, there stands a round and stickymucilage bottle with a rakish brush handleprotruding from Its gum-lined mouth likethe mast of a pirate craft, which,by the way, it resembles ..inmore ways than one. Around thebase of this useful 'utensil there crept animble and inquisitive roach, \u25a0

Long ac-quaintance with newspaper offices—he hadbeen in but one, but they are all alike— hadmade him fearless. The editor was busy athis work, and minded him no more thanhe did the predatory shears and the othermute implements of the craft. Experiencehad- taught him that when the edi-tor '.was busy he paid no attentionto roaches, and' right he was. Fewnewspapers, indeed., recompense an editorfor the time expended In killing roadies.He knew this, did.this wise little brown-backed, multi-legged roach, and he knew agreat deal more, for not even a roach canlive in a newspaper office without learningsomething. Therefore, when the fancy totravel and the opportunity in the shape ofthe towering height of the mucilage brushwere presented to him, he marched inthat detection with a bravery thatonly comes . With an immunityfrom danger long and certain. Upthe glutinous sides of the bottle he slowlycrawled, taking care not to adhere tooclosely to the gluey surface, and by dint ofperseverance and industry lie was soonrewarded by reaching the summit or thetimber,

Back of the bottle, facing the editor,stands a row of shelves, the depository ofonus ami ends garnered irom everywnereand nowhere, piled in hapless confusion.In this mass of'- disorder there lies a metalscarf-pin, whose head is fashioned in theimage of a roach —a queer, grotesque, pop-eyed, whimsical, Japanese roach. It wasthis that caught the insect's eye.

"What's that?" he remarked in surprise,for he fancied in his egotism that he knewhow easy it is even for a roach to. imitateits superiors.

The scarf-pin made.no reply. After wait-ing a reasonable tithe, fora response thelittle sight-seer again observed, this time ina louder tone of voice: . -

•"Hello.;.you, .there! Who are you?"Becoming impatient and not a littlevexed i

at the evident want of manners in hisstrange contemporary, the roach withalacrity retraced his steps, and in a fewminutes he had mounted to the shelf wherethe scarf-pin lay.

"Well."declared the insect with a traceof pompousness becoming his long resi-dence in the office, "I never saw you before.Been here long."

"No," responded the scarf-pin in a hard,metallic voice, which was part of nature,"not very long."

"Well," replied the roach, who was atheart disposed to be a gentleman, "lamglad to see you, anyway, although youweren't very cordial at first."

"No," answered the scarf-pin, apologeti-cally. "Ican't move my neck very easily.It is rather stiff, to tell the truth." .

"No wonder," continued the roach, hos-pitably, "you have been exposed to thedraft. Come with me to my room underthe inkstand. Itis very cosy there."

"Can't," replied the pin stiffly. "Ican'tmove without being lifted."

".Rheumatism?". "No, Idon't suffer any pain. I think it

is anorganic trouble.""Ah!" mused the roach, knowingly, as if

it understood what "organic" meant. Hehad learned that silence is often taken forwisdom, had this little imitative rogue."Well, you needn't be afraid of him," con-tinued the insect, pointing with one of hisfeelers to the editor. He doesn't amount toanything. You ought to know him once.Why.do you know he is a thief? He doesn'thalf earn i his money. I heard the pro-prietor say so to the editor-in-chief just theother day. He cuts out strips of paper andthen writes comments on them, which hethinks are funny. The proof reader and Iknow better. If you ever want to knowwhat an editor really amounts to, just askthe proof reader. :He knows."

"Youread his work, do you?" inquiredthe pin, with' visible respect:

"NotI." returned the roach, with an airof ennui, mingled with superior wisdom."No, sir. We newspaper fellows neverread what is printed in the papers. Weleave that for the public. Then again heuses the shears until . they ache, and thepast*, brush is worn out with overwork.The only thing about the desk that has aneasy time is the pen. He seldom uses that.The pen lies down with me under the ink-stand, and we often talk about him. Heagrees with me exactly.''

"Ihave no doubt you are right," repliedthe pin, politely.

"But where did you come from?"- "A rrtvt 1,,-,,n

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"Ah," returned the roach, reflectively;"was she pretty?"

"No," responded the pin. "but," headded, with enthusiasm, "she was morethan that. She was beautiful. So hethought, and so I thought, too.You see I had a chance to see a great dealof her very closely. He wore me on hisscarf, and when her face was bended overhis and her eyes looked into his, Ican tellyou I nearly lost, my own heart. Yes,"continued the pin after . a short pause, "Iam an expert on feminine beauty. Ihave,I may say without egotism, been greatlyadmired by the ladies. Ihave often beenon exhibition in jewelers' windows, and 1have seen my share of the world. IfIhadbeen made with two legs and arms insteadof this long golden pin, 1 feel sure Iwouldhave been a very great swell. Indeed, Iknow I would."

"No doubt of it," observed the roach."How long ago was this?"

"About a year.""Yes, Irecollect it now," replied the in-

sect. "He used to neglect his work at thattime and wrote a great deal of what hecalled poetry, but it wasn't. My friend,the pen. said at the time it was such mawk-ish stuff it often used to make him sick, andone day he came nearly being dischargedfor having a poem .about Phillis— who-ever she was set up instead of a jokeabout the ice cream : man. He also boughtsome handsome clothes and a tali hat andhe used to shave every day and wear gloves.The paper weight told me one day when Iwas out he saw him look at himself in apocket mirror and smile as though he wasthe most contented man —with himself inthe world. "Well, how did it end?'' .

"Badly," replied the pin, with a sigh,"badly. One day she returned him hispresents and went to Europe. I thoughtfor a time he would go crazy from grief."

"Inoticed it, too," answered the roach."He used to sit down at the desk and writewhile the tears stood in his eyes, and theeditor says he did the best work he ever did.1 have often noticed." continued the insect,wisely, "that when the editor laughs as hewrites the readers cry, but when he criesthe public laughs. Funny, isn't it?"

"Yes," responded the pin, absent-mindedly, for very few .pins, liKe very feweditors, have a sense of humor, "but I.i,;.-i- if \u0084,,,_.\u2666 H__ Kr.,,1-.,.. _.<. ._.,. t IminK v. must oe DroKen on now. i

haven't been worn for three months, and Ibelieve she was married to a foreigner, sothe lamp on his dressing-case told me, andit read the letter, 1 think. Anyway, 1 feelsorry for hiin."

"So do I,'? replied the roach impulsively."But he'll get over it. If he could onlylose his temper with her and quit grieving,then he is safe. 7Well. I must be goingnow. Good day. Much obliged to you foryour information.". . ;

Then with a reckless haste the insectstarted across the editor's paper for the ink-stand.

"Confound those bugs." remarked theeditor, crustily, as he picked up the paperweight and placed it heavily on the insect."Every time I see one of them 1 am re-minded of that hideous pin, which by theway, I must throw away."

"I think." observed the scarf-pin to him-self, with a little shudder, as the editor re-sumed his work, "that he-is in a fair wayto recover." 'sjjjflftffEflg

Senator Tom Bowen _BiffBluff.

Chicago Herald."Isat in a game of poker once at Lead-

ville with Senator Tom Bowen. of Califor-nia," said a Mexico mine speculator, "and1 don't care to piay with him again .; verysocn.- Dr. Powell, a local millionaire, wasalso playing, and Iwas by far the smallest

sardine In the box. Senator Bowen was a ;<terrible bluffer, and thought no more oflosing $100,000 than the ordinary manwould Si oo. . ,

In those days a bluff meant a good (teal,too. Men used to go down Into their pock-ets, and ifyou couldn't cover the money onthe table the other fellow took the stuff.We had made a jack pot, and there was

000 on the table. Bowen had two. pairs,jacks up, and he passed. That was a trickof his. Powell hud a pair of kings, and heopened the pot for $50. Ihad three sixes,and I stood the $50 and made It 8100 bet-ter. The other people dropped out until itcame to Bowen, who raised it 8500, mak-ing it cost 8050 to draw cards.

"Powell and I just stayed, Bowen stoodpat, Dr. Powell drew three and 1 drewtwo. Powell caught a pair of fives to hiskings, and 1 captured my fourth six. Say,maybe 1 wasn't shaking, for Iknew Bowenwas in for a big bluff. Powell seemedafraid and silently laid in ¥20. 1 raisedhim 8500, and Bowen went 81,000 betterthan me. Dr. Powell took out his check-book and said: 'I suppose yon willnot ob-ject to my check.

"We murmured 'no,' and he called the$1,500. 1 then got out my check-book andraised it 81,500.

"Bowen quietly said: 'ifI thought youhad lots of money 1 would raise this potenough to make it interesting. As it is, I'lljust tilt her 85,000.'

"Powers laid down his cards without aword. Ittook me ten minutes to decidewhether to call or raise; but 1 was afraid ifIraised he would jump on me for more than1 could produce and thus capture the pot.So 1 said, 'I'll call that.' Bowen calmlythrew his hand into the deck, and 1 lefttown loaded down with money.

NOT IN DICTIONARIES.Slang- Used by Swell*, Actors, Toli-

ticians and Turfuieit— I'et Fliraacsof Pretty Girls.

New YorkMorning Journal.Slang may not be elegant, but it is won-

derfully expressive. The Gotham belleshave discovered this ami do not fail to airtheir knowledge. To hear a charmingcreature, resembling an angel, or perhaps acherub, in Worth's latest creation,a perfect symphony in clouds offleecy tulle, tell her fond admirer to "Icehis lips and take his tongue for a sleigh-ride," produces such a chill that pneumoniais imminent; and to hear the same etherealbeing tell another enraptured swain to"come off," brings the hearer out of thecloud with the speed of a toboggan. Howmany men in New York have been toldto "get out" when the hearer hasbeen incredulous. The mixture Boweryand Washington square shows thathuman nature is the same whether in tulleor fustian. The adventurous dude is greetedwith "No, you don't," and the same manafter a fast valse is informed that it was"a ripper," A ball is pronounced to be"just stunning," though there is but littleof the sledge-hammer about it.

A ladies' luncheon is pronounced to be a"hen party," and a dinner is said to be"a feed." The latest thing in ball dresses isdeclared to be "a daisy." and the bonnetthat is to bring out envy, hatred, maliceand all uncharitableness is spoken of as"toothsome." The object of one's youngaffections greets you on the avenue with"Ah, there!" while knowledge of the OldTestament is shown . by the exclamation."Oh, Moses!" •_\u25a0 . SiS^J

The latest novel which meets with ap-probation is termed "a corker," and a Venusor Adonis whose hair would have madeTitian wild is universally spoken of as"Bricktop." "Sweet" is not applied alone tocandy, but young men who support thatdainty come under the category, and, in-deed, every thing with a' name hashad that adjective attached to it at sometime or another. The word "little" is mis-applied right and left, and is used to denoteaffection, as is also "old." A maiden ofsweet 16 is told she is a "dear old tiling,"and a Hercules who tips , the scale at 250is termed a "little duck." So much foraffection.

A youth arrayed in his Sunday best istold he is a "howler," and when he is onthe box-seat showing how to handle ateam he is (mis)informed he can "handlethe ribbons." The exertion of doing thisis great, as his team pulls him. throws"dust" at his competitors, and he must pullup and have a "ball." On his way homehe passes the family carriage andirreveren-tly remarks that he'll "bet his hal"if that's not the "euv'ner" driving in the"family hearse," and his lately deceaseduncle is spoken of as a "deader." • Hisplace of business is termed a "shop," andwhen he is inclined to have some supper hedeclares he must "go and do a Welsh rare-bit."

He spoke of Delmonico's ball room as"the auction mart," and chaperones as"old girls." ' Champagne he calls "theboy," and always offers his friends "aweed." When a visit is made toBar Harborthe. great hall at Rodick . is called "the fishpond." The Anglomauiac always prefaceshis or her remarks by ."1 say," asif that were a necessary trade mark.A man is being "worked" whenanything is being eot from him, and a"queer" member of the family is alwaysspoken of as "a regular case." The "blacksheep" of a family is known as a "badegg," while anything that has been ex-pected and does not "come off"is known asa sell." A man much in. love is alwaysspoken of as "spoony," and when thisis reciprocated the pair are known as"spoons." The simple-minded man isktiown to the slang world as \u25a0 'a cake," andthe same one when he is supposed to bemuch in love with a fair being is said tohave "got it bad." *

Of a young woman who has an eye forthe "main chance," it is said, that "herhead's level," however high that very neces-sary appendage may be carried, and themen who gaze fondly at her are said to be"mashed."

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ONLY $846For the above Rattan Carriage. Handsomely upholstered, with canopy, as in cut,

or with parasol. We carry the largest assortment of Carriages Westof New York, and will display over

300 DIFFERENT STYLES,Ranging in price from $3 to $50 each. Lull Line of Twin Carriages to Order.

(SECOND FLOOR.)

REFITTED, RELIGHTED,

ENTIRE CHANGE!OUR DRIVES FOR

THIS WEEK ONLY.25 PIECES

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Mines Diiiiai iiuiu mess mm IAt 68 Cents Per Yard.

58 Inches Wide, in all the Popular Shades.

15 Pieces Fine All Wool

BEDFORD SUITINGS!At 50 Cents Per Yard.

We have the Largest, Handsomest and Cheapest Line of Plainand Fancy

To be Found in the City.LOOK AT OUR D^^NSE LINES OF

Crashes, Table Linens and Towelings!House Furnishing Department

(Second Floor.)

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The "Globe," with Furniture Protector, $2.15.FOR THIS WEEK ONLY.

Japanese Department !Tremendous assortment ofLacquers and Curios.Full assortment of Fans and Parasols. ,'.'

NEW GOODS ARRIVING EVERY DAY JSEE OUR BARGAIN COUNTER.

Fourth, Fifth and St. Peter Sts., St. Paul, Minn.