Women’s  Interests  Small  and  Great. 
A  Test  of  Youth. — “One  Woman”  says  that  your 
heart  is  young  as  long  as  you  can  pull  the  daisy  petals 
and  say,  1,  I  love,  2,  I  love,  3,  I  love,  they  say.  To  the 
“12,  he  marries”  of  our  childish  days,  she  supple¬ 
ments,  “  13,  honor,  14,  riches,  15,  Dies  without  any 
dishes.”  Folly,  you  say?  Oh,  yes,  but  the  children 
love  it ;  their  hearts  are  young. 
A  Young  Sorosis. — Cleveland’s  Sorosis,  now  just 
a  year  old,  is  already  getting  itself  talked  about.  Helen 
W  atterson,  the  famous  “  Woman  About  Town,”  gives 
an  account  of  it  in  Harper’s  Razar.  Her  article  is 
very  largely  laudatory,  and  she  says  that  the  club  gets 
a  good  deal  of  respect  from  Cleveland  men  ;  partly  be¬ 
cause  its  members  are  of  the  most  gracious  and  cul¬ 
tured  women  in  the  city,  partly  through  the  fact  that 
all  the  professions  of  men  are  represented  among  its 
women,  partly  because  this  Sorosis  is  blest  with  a  large 
proportion  of  clever,  interesting  and  good-looking 
young  women.  Yet  see  how  cleverly  the  East  is  given 
all  the  glory  of  this  young  Ohio  shoot : 
One  Is  apt  to  go  away  from  a  session  of  Sorosis  remembering  that, 
before  Its  days  of  Statehood,  this  part  of  Ohio  belonged  not  to  the 
Western  territory,  but  to  the  East,  and  to  that  very  Eastern  state. 
Connecticut,  whence  came  nearly  all  the  first  settlers  on  the  Western 
Keserve.  To  fancy  any  dstlnctlons  between  East  and  West,  so  far  as 
the  greater  part  of  Ohio  is  concerned,  would  be  absurd.  There  are 
none.  But  the  New  England  traits  are  persistent  and  unmistakable, 
and  It  Is  not  fanciful  to  say  that  nowhere  outside  of  the  six  New  Eng- 
lond  States  will  one  find  so  much  that  bears  the  mark  of  New  England 
character  and  New  England  thought  as  In  this  corner  of  northern 
Ohio.  This  accounts  for  the  Intellectual  activity  which  has  singularly 
characterized  its  men  and  women  ever  since  Cleveland  grew  out  of  a 
settlement. 
This  accounts  for  Cleveland’s  intellectual  activity  ! 
Fortunate  Cleveland  ! 
New  York  Says  “Do  Tell  To  say  that  New 
York — which  prides  itself  that  nothing  can  surprise 
it — has  had  a  sensation,  is  to  put  it  mildly.  One  hotel- 
keeper  stoutly  insisted  that  he  could  accommodate 
“  the  whole  crowd  ”  that  would  attend  any  religious 
convention.  When  requisition  was  made  for  rooms 
for  16,000  Christian  Endeavorers,  he  was  dumb  with 
amazement ;  and  when,  later,  New  Yorkers  had  to 
furnish  lodging  for  30,000  actual  registered  delegates, 
what  could  they  say  but  “Do  tell?”  To  speak  seri¬ 
ously,  the  great  convention  has  stirred  New  York  as  it 
never  was  stirred  before.  It  also  taught  the  city  some¬ 
thing  new,  for  many  thousands  of  New  York  people 
had  never  heard  of  the  Christian  Endeavor  movement 
until  it  swooped  down  upon  them  in  power,  30,000 
strong,  from  England,  Australia,  India,  Africa,  China 
and  the  Sandwich  Islands,  as  well  as  from  the  United 
States  and  Canada.  Spain  and  Mexico,  were  repre¬ 
sented  by  women. 
A  Talented  Woman. — A  talented  young  woman  of 
the  West  (though  not  originally  a  Western  woman) 
who  is  the  cynosure  of  many  eyes  at  present,  is  Miss 
Ella  F.  Knowles.  She  is  the  candidate  on  the  ticket 
of  the  People’s  party  for  the  office  of  Attorney-General 
of  Montana.  It  was  she  who  got  the  bill  introduced 
allowing  women  to  practice  law  in  Montana,  and  she 
pluckily  says  that  she  intends  to  canvass  the  entire 
State.  A  prominent  Republican  organ  says  that  her 
chances  of  winning  are  by  no  means  so  slim  as  they 
might  be,  although  the  People’s  party  has  not  yet 
made  much  stir  in  Montana  politics.  She  has  many 
personal  friends  and  many  already  made  in  her  prac¬ 
tice,  she  having  conducted  several  important  cases 
for  members  of  the  miners’  union.  These,  with  the 
People’s  party  and  the  dissatisfied  from  other  parties, 
will,  it  is  thought,  give  her  rather  a  phenomenal  vote. 
Cone  into  Retreat.” — The  difficulty  which  con¬ 
fronts  women  in  town  life,  of  making  sure  of  any  time 
absolutely  their  own,  free  from  intrusive  callers,  etc., 
has  at  length  been  solved  in  a  fashionable  way.  When 
fashion  cuts  a  knot,  it  is  cut  indeed  :  would  that  she 
might  exert  herself  more  for  humanity’s  comfort.  The 
new  idea  is  that  any  woman  who,  for  whatever  reason, 
wishes  her  time  to  herself  for  a  while,  shall  “  go  into 
retreat”  for  a  time  not  less  than  two  weeks.  In  the 
corner  of  her  card  she  puts  “  cookery,”  or  “  sewing,” 
and  her  friends  at  once  spread  the  story  that  she  has 
“gone  into  retreat.”  She  may  sew,  or  lounge,  medi¬ 
cate  her  complexion  or  whatnot,  and  it  is  a  matter  of 
fashionable  conscience  to  ask  no  questions,  and  to 
make  no  interruptions.  It  is  long  since  such  a  real 
idea  has  created  a  ripple  among  fashionable  society 
adherents. 
Extracts  From  My  Bee  Book. 
JUNE  8. — It  may  be  that  so  much  cloudy  weather  is 
a  drawback  to  the  colonies  of  bees  that  are  anxious 
to  swarm ;  but  they  know  how  to  make  things  lively 
when  the  sun  does  shine  a  bit ;  at  least  I  found  it  so. 
It  was  past  their  usual  hour  for  “coming  out,”  and  I 
thought  I  could  set  some  plants  in  the  garden,  and  was 
getting  my  tools  together  when  I  heard  a  lively  buz¬ 
zing,  and,  behold,  there  was  a  fine  swarm  in  the  air. 
So  I  gathered  up  my  numerous  swarming  utensils  and 
made  ready  for  business.  After  they  had  settled  in  a 
low-limbed  apple  tree  close  by,  I  gave  them  a  slight 
sprinkling  from  the  hand  pump,  and  then  arranged 
the  hive  in  a  comfortable  position  with  a  cloth  in  front 
to  catch  the  falling  bees  that  would  otherwise  stand  a 
chance  of  being  lost  in  the  deep  grass ;  then  with  a 
dipper  I  gathered  off  the  lower  part  of  the  cluster, 
and  put  the  bees  down  at  the  entrance  of  the  hive. 
'1  hey  soon  started  for  the  darkened  apartment.  I  used 
the  dipper  as  long  as  I  could  and  then  brushed  the 
rest  down. 
While  I  was  trying  to  hurry  them  in,  I  chanced  to 
look  towards  the  apiary,  and  there  was  another  swarm 
coming  out  with  a  great  hurrah  exactly  like  boys 
coming  out  of  school.  Of  course  there  was  not  another 
tree  in  the  whole  orchard  for  them  to  cluster  on  but 
this  one,  so  they  “jined  in  singin’  ”  with  those  already 
there,  and  before  I  had  them  housed  and  the  queen 
trap  arranged,  a  third  swarm  came  howling  out  and 
wanted  to  rent  the  same  tree,  but  concluded  to  take  a 
room  a  little  higher  up. 
I  soon  had  the  first  hive  carried  to  its  summer  stand 
and  another  put  in  its  place,  and  the  last  cluster  was 
gathered  in  and  moved  to  the  apiary  just  as  the  first 
drops  of  a  drenching  thunder  shower  reached  us.  At 
night  an  over  box  was  put  on  the  hive  with  the 
double  swarm,  lest  they  should  be  crowded  and  die  of 
suffocation. 
Thursday,  June  9. — I  awoke  this  morning  with  a  rag¬ 
ing  headache,  and  was  thankful  that  my  double  swarm 
hafi  a  queen  trap  attached  to  the  hive,  so  that  I  need 
have  no  worry  about  their  going  away  so  far  that  they 
would  not  come  back,  when  they  found  the  mother 
queen  was  not  with  them,  and  I  hoped  no  new  ones 
would  come  out  that  day.  Rut  my  kind,  thoughtful 
brother  staid  about  the  house,  and  I  tried  to  rest 
quietly,  or  rather  to  endure  the  torturing  pain  with¬ 
out  other  worry.  The  morning  passed  and  noontide 
came,  and  no  swarms  out.  Dinner  was  served  and  an 
hour  or  more  passed  by,  and  still  no  “  howling.”  The 
conclusion  was  that  no  swarms  would  come  out  that 
day,  and  the  men  went  about  their  work  on  the  farm. 
Fifteen  or  twenty  minutes  later  my  sensitive  ear 
caught  the  warning  note.  The  bees  had  no  head¬ 
aches,  and  out  they  were  coming.  Some  good  fortune 
sent  one  of  the  men  to  the  house  in  time  to  help  brush 
them  in  and  set  them  on  the  summer  stand.  These  went 
into  the  hive  with  less  trouble  than  some  gi^e,  and 
were  pleasant  to  handle,  as  I  got  no  stings.  Rees  are 
not  always  so  kind.  We  often  read  of  individuals  hiv¬ 
ing  bees  as  though  the  work  were  done  almost  in¬ 
stantaneously  ;  but,  in  my  experience  of  several  years, 
I  have  not  been  able  to  make  bees  leave  the  limbs  of 
the  trees  at  my  behest.  If  I  put  up  a  swarm  to-day  in 
15  minutes,  it  is  no  sign  that  I  can  so  easily  manage 
the  next  one  that  comes  out,  though  treating  them  in 
exactly  the  same  manner. 
June  12. — This  morning  a  second  swarm  came  out  of 
a  hive  that  had  sent  out  another  only  four  days  ago. 
More  than  one  queen  cell  had  been  left  at  the  time  of 
cutting  them  out  after  the  first  swarm.  As  it  was 
evidently  a  small  swarm,  I  left  them  to  cluster  while 
I  took  a  look  through  the  hive,  this  time  making 
a  sure  thing  of  cutting  out  every  cell.  I  found  two 
cells  queenless  now,  where  only  one  should  have 
been.  After  closing  the  hive  I  went  to  my  little 
cluster,  sprinkled  them  to  make  them  cool,  and  then 
wrapped  my  apron  around  the  little  branch,  had  the 
limb  carefully  sawed  off,  not  to  jar  them,  and  took 
bush  and  bees  back  to  the  hive  they  had  come  from  a 
few  moments  before  so  jubilant  ;  and,  just  like  some 
human  children,  they  seemed  just  as  glad  to  return  to 
the  old  home  roof.  may  maple. 
“I  Believe  You  Could  Do  It.” 
IT  AVE  you  ever  said  these  uplifting,  inspiring  words 
A  to  any  one  ?  Have  you  ever  thus  encouraged  a 
fellow  creature  in  a  work  he  would  fain  accomplish, 
but  who  needed  the  inspiration  born  of  confidence  to 
give  him  strength  to  undertake  it  ?  Verily,  this  faith 
in  one  seems  even  to  develop  the  power  necessary  to 
perform  what  would  otherwise  have  been  a  mere  wish 
or  desire  to  be  able  to  accomplish  it.  Higher  thoughts 
come  to  one  ;  his  good  resolutions  grow  stronger  ;  the 
“  joy  of  conscious  worth”  buoys  him  up  and  lightens 
the  burdens  of  life  if  assured  and  confident  of  your 
belief  in  the  highest  and  best  in  his  nature.  Circum¬ 
stances  become  his  tools  instead  of  hin  masters.  Your 
faith  in  him  has  enabled  him  to  control  them  ;  he 
becomes  impervious  to  the  privations  due  to  his  envir¬ 
onment;  as  though  under  the  stimulant  of  old  wine, 
his  strength  is  doubled,  and  like  Atlas  of  old,  he  feels 
that  he  could  bear  up  the  world  on  his  strong 
shoulders. 
Rut,  alas  !  how  sparingly  these  life-giving  words  are 
spoken.  How  many  there  are,  even  in  our  very  midst, 
who  do  not  dream  of  the  capabilities  that  lie  slumber¬ 
ing  in  their  personalities.  Tell  your  mother  she  looks 
old  and  worn  ;  tell  your  aging  father  that  he  is  very 
stooped,  will  not  the  words  bring  older,  more  worn 
looks  ;  bend  the  shoulders  to  a  deeper  curve  ?  We 
may  almost  make  saints  or  demons  of  those  with  whom 
we  come  in  contact  by  our  manner  towards  them. 
I  his  is  true  from  childhood  to  old  age.  Children  are 
keenly  susceptible  to  our  estimation  of  their  worth 
and  character.  If  you  tell  them  repeatedly,  day  after 
day,  week  after  week,  that  they  are  lazy,  or  quarrel¬ 
some,  or  careless  in  manner,  their  defects  or  faults  are 
but  magnified.  If  you  remind  them  continually  of 
disagreeable  habits  of  any  kind,  it  but  stamps  those 
habits  more  firmly  upon  their  impressible  natures. 
Dead  them  rather  from  the  inharmonious  in  them¬ 
selves,  inspire  them  with  a  love  of  the  beautiful  in 
life  ;  impress  upon  them  your  faith  in  their  good  quali¬ 
ties,  and  it  is  but  human  nature  that  they  should  strive 
to  be  worthy  of  your  good  opinion. 
Husband  and  wife  are  no  less  susceptible  to  each 
others  good  opinion.  Crown  your  husband,  in  your 
own  mind  as  king  among  men,  and  he  will  bear  him¬ 
self  more  nobly  ;  will  be  a  nobler  man.  The  struggles 
which  come  to  all,  in  the  never-ending  battle  for  life, 
will  find  him  well-nigh  invulnerable  ;  as  if  this  wifely 
trust,  confidence,  faith,  encircled  him  as  with  a  magic 
web,  and  gave  him  the  strength  of  a  second  Hercules. 
And  how  dare  husbands  condemn  women  in  general 
for  lack  of  purpose  in  life  ?  Do  they  expect  anything 
more  of  their  wives  than  that  they  be  good  house¬ 
keepers  and,  if  children  come,  good  mothers?  It  is  a 
“purpose  in  life,”  to  fulfill  these  expectations;  but 
have  not  women  reserve  material,  which,  if  oppor¬ 
tunity  offered,  would  enable  them  to  do  yet  some¬ 
thing  besides  !  Husbands  could  create  opportunities 
by  the  magical  words,  “  I  believeyou  could.”  Whether 
it  be  a  venture  in  gardening,  greenhouse  work,  raising 
poultry,  entering  upon  the  study  of  science,  literature, 
painting  and  music.  Vastly  more  might  be  accom¬ 
plished  were  our  faith  in  each  other  stronger  ;  if  each 
one  were  more  of  an  inspiration  to  the  other. 
Everywhere  this  influence  leaves  its  impress.  How 
often  in  the  schoolroom  is  its  power  demonstrated, 
yea,  it  is  felt  in  the  university  as  in  the  primary  school. 
Distrust  the  pupils,  suspect  the  students  of  unfairnesss, 
watch  them  like  culprits  or  thieves,  and  they  will  re¬ 
spond  by  taking  advantage,  by  trickery  in  every  pos¬ 
sible  shape  or  form.  Treat  them  with  respect,  place 
confidence  in  them,  and  you  appeal  to  their  higher, 
better  natures  ;  they  grow  in  manliness  ;  they  respect 
both  you  and  themselves.  You  nave  helped  them — the 
good  is  thrown  back  to  you  like  the  mysterious  echo. 
Even  the  dumb  animals  are  responsive  to  our  man¬ 
ner  toward  them.  A  blow  is  met  by  a  kick ;  vicious¬ 
ness  may  be  cultivated  by  bad  usage  until  it  becomes 
the  distinguishing  characteristic  of  dog  or  horse  or 
cow,  while  a  gentle,  kindly  touch,  a  kind  word,  a  look 
even,  excites  a  similar  feeling  in  them  towards  us. 
If,  then,  this  subtle  power  is  ours,  how  incumbent 
upon  us  that  we  treat  those  with  whom  we  come  in 
contact  with  careful  consideration  ;  especially  should 
we  let  no  opportunity  pass  by  in  our  families  to  speak 
words  of  cheer,  which  may  lift  the  individual  mem¬ 
bers  to  a  higher  plane.  They  will  respond  in  charac¬ 
ter  and  deeds,  to  our  belief  in  their  intrinsic  worth, 
our  confidence  in  their  ultimate  well-doing. 
MRS.  W.  A.  KELLERMAN. 
*  *  * 
Home-made  Picture  Frames.— See  if  you  cannot 
find  in  the  garret  some  old-fashioned,  veneered  frames; 
such  as  our  grandmothers  and  some  of  our  mothers 
used  to  have  hanging  up  in  the  “  best  room”  contain¬ 
ing  portraits  of  the  Presidents,  Napoleon  crossing  the 
Alps,  battle  scenes  and  other  such  works  of  art,  a  look 
at  which  used  to  send  the  chills  up  and  down  our  little 
spines.  If  not,  get  the  brother  to  make  you  some  flat 
pine  frames  of  the  required  size  (you  can  make  them 
yourself  if  you  have  the  tools  and  a  little  gumption). 
The  veneer  must  be  removed  from  old  frames,  as  glue 
will  not  stick  to  it.  The  nicest  broad  frame  you  can 
ornament  with  “poker”  work,  which  is  done,  not 
necessarily  with  the  poker,  but  with  a  hot  iron,  mak¬ 
ing  vines,  leaves,  or  any  figures  which  your  fancy  may 
suggest.  This  frame  is  to  be  oiled  or  varnished.  A 
harmonious  conceit  for  a  marine  picture  is  to  stretch 
a  netting  of  coarse  twine  over  the  frame  and  then  gild 
or  bronze  it. 
Another  frame  may  be  covered  with  pounded  oyster 
shells  (such  as  we  feed  to  poultry)  and  gilded.  No  two 
need  be  alike.  These  home-made  frames  look  better 
over  a  mat.  phebe  kuder. 
