THE RURAL NEW-YORKER. 
NOV. 3 
NO. 19.— PIN-CUSHION. 
Make a small, round pin cushion, measuring 
seven inches in e'ranmference, and till It with 
bran, or pmerr-powder mar be uaoJ. It preferred. 
This must he covered with so.arlet-irid-black 
cloth; six sections of cloth rut as shown In the 
desSgu, arc required to cover the top; these must 
be neatly sewn together and fisienoTl to the 
cushion. For the Sides, a si rip of black cloth, 
seven inches In length, nnd one in depth. Is 
needed. This must le embroidered with scarlet 
silk and ornamented with gold bead?, and after¬ 
wards neatly sewn to the cushion. To make the 
wotk neat where the rider Is sewn to the top, a 
narrow gold or scarlet braid may be sewn over 
NO. 19. 
the Batches, or put In as a piping: The little 
bandies, which are sewn to the cushion before 
the elde-pleco, are kept in :-hnpe by means or a 
a very fine wire, w itch Is fixed in between the 
double cloth of which they are composed; they 
arc also ornamented wit h the narrow braid. The 
center of the cusIHod is ornamented with a fancy 
button and beads like those on the sides. 
nos. 20 and 21.—work case. 
The case is made of American cloth, lined with 
blue silk or c >. braere. The bottom is cut In one 
piece, measuring twelve Indus In length, and 
Haven la width. Two packets, ornamented with 
embroidery, are sewn to the bottom, and a strap 
ol ribbon stitched at laterv tls, to hold scissors, 
thimbles, etc. The sides arid ends are cut sepa¬ 
rately; they measure three Inches Id depth, and 
are hound with blue ribbon, they are seamed 
neatly io the rlooon which binds the bot.;om. 
Two bands or blue cashmere, ornamented with a 
design lu cross-etltch, arc flxad to the back; a 
buttonhole Is worked at, me corner. The closed 
case Is shown In No. 21 It Is fastened by means or 
buttons; the buttouholea are worked lu the em¬ 
broidered bands. 
NO. 22—COTTON B ASEVT 
composed of perforated cirlbnri, and em¬ 
broidered with blue silk, or fine chenille. The 
card measures t wo and a half Inches high,and ten 
NO. 22. 
and a half Inches in circumference; each edge Is 
cut lu scallops to lortn a border; .this mustbs 
fixed to a bottom of plain cardboard, and lined 
with blue silk. 
NO. 23.—HANDKEKCHIEF SACHET. 
The two sides of the sachet aro formed of blue 
silk, each measuring seven and a half Inches 
square. The blue silk Is lined with white silk, 
quilted and well padded. The four corners of the 
out'T sldi are embroidered with the spray, shown 
Hi No. 24, the flowers are worked in shades of am¬ 
ber silk, ana the leaves and buds Id green and 
brown. The center of the cover is buuillonnee 
and finished with silk cord. A ruchlng of ribbon 
is placid round the edge, and a how ot ribbon at 
each corner. The sachet should be perfumed 
with scent powder, wh:ch can be purchased at 
any chemist’s or peri tuner's. 1 he two sides are 
tied together with bows of blue ribbon. 
WEAKEE, THAU A WOMAN, 
CHAPTER XI. 
(Continued from page 731.) 
“You are sarcastic,” cried her ladyship. “It 
Is very wrong, hut I really adore sarcasm.” 
Ills face relaxed Just a trifle more. Shu watch¬ 
ed him Intently. He was worth some trouble; 
for as soon aa lie had entered the neighborhood 
she had resolved upon marrying her daughter to 
him. 
“ There arc some nice girls here,” said her lady¬ 
ship—“ some very pretty girls—Violet Haye lor 
one.” 
Then his luce brightened. She had touched on 
a happy theme at last. 
“Violet Haye Is quite the queen of the ete," 
she continued. “ There are few, any, who can 
compare with her.” 
“ There is not one,” hB sill and In her heart 
her ladyship disliked him or the words. 
“Perhaps you are light,” she allowed calmly. 
“I oo not know who could really Uo s-uli to be 
like liet She a a fortunate girl, too. She has no 
great fortune and no connections, yet she is en¬ 
gaged to be married to that handsome young ill-. 
Lonsdale.” 
” Engaged Lo many him!” cried Sir Owen, with 
an angry scowl. “A girl like that engaged to 
marry the sou of a man who has been tried for 
perjury, or forgery, or something of the kind 1” 
L''dv Itolfe laughed lightly, and touched him 
on the arm with her fan. 
“Nay, nay; it. was not so bad as that. Poor 
Mr. Lonsdale was innocent pnough; but she Is to 
marry his Bon—tho wedding-day is fixed, and 
t hat was required of him. He rose from his seat, 
and left her ladyship with a bow. * 
“He will go to Lavlnta now,” thought Lady 
Roifo. “ He will waste no more time over violet 
Haye." 
But Livlnla beamed upon him In her superb 
costume of mauve silk all in vain—he passed her 
NO. 24. 
with a carrless bow. The moments seemed to 
him hours before he should be near violet Haye 
again. 
It was well for his populailty that no one saw 
the lowering, angry expression of his face as he 
crossed the croquet lawn, 
“ 1 would have her if I wanted her,” he said to 
himself, “if everv other man on earth laid claim 
to her, nud If I had to fight them all.' Such men 
talk boldly of fighting in anticipation. 
they will bo a very handsome pair. She will 
marry him, I hear, in the spring.” 
“That accounts for It,” he said, and the heavy 
black moustache drooped over as cruel lips as 
were ever seen on a m in's face. 
“Accounts for wbat?”asked LadyRolfo, with 
a great, assumption of Innocence. 
“Oh, nothing in particular! but I thought be 
seemed to consider that he had some kind of 
right to her." 
.—31INIATUR2 
OF FERN-\V0R1£ 
YOU. CARE-TRAY- 
NO. II. No. 12. 
And then, looking at him, Lady Rolfe saw a Lady Rolte had unconsciously done the very 
stern, cruel, sat expression settle on his face. thing to defeat her own purpose. The fact which 
“Sothey aro to be married In the spring, are would have made Violet sacred to another man, 
they?” he asked slowly. " I suppose this young simply urged him on. It would bB a triumph to 
Lonsdale Is very proud of her?” win her, because eo many others admired her; 
“ What a ques'lon to ask me, Sir Owen 1 He is but It would be a double triumph If she was en- 
a man, an 1 lias eyes. I should not think It would gaged to another man. Sir Owen often congratu- 
be possible to tell how much he loved her.” lated himself on his perfect freedom from what 
“ Dors she care for him ?” he asked quickly. he was pleased to call “afPeted nonsense;” 
“Dear me. yes. Care for him! Why, It Is a and he was never more free from It than In this 
love-match pur ei simple. She cares very much case. If, besides winning Mias Haye for himself, 
for him and for no oae else besides.” he could add to that the triumph of making her 
No. il. NO. 9. 
He asked no mere questions, but Lady Itolfe, break an engagement to another, It would be the 
still watching him intently, saw that the ret, greatest success of his life, 
firm look deepened every moment on bis f ace. “Sho Is beautiful enough to be a queen," he 
She could not tell whether she had done right or sail, -and it would tuko a hundred lawyers to 
wrong. She had told him that t he girl was on- ttighten me. A man with forty thousand a year 
gaged and that It was quite useless tor him to ought to be able to do is he likes, ir heoauuot, 
think ol' her; but what did that look mean? what Is the use or money?" 
Like any one else who had any part In naming Ho went at onoe to violet, and Felix, standlug 
Violet Haye to Sir Owen that day, she had an by her side, longed to lire him up In his strong 
uneasy feeling about It. arms and throw him over the bridge. 
Sir Owen seemed to think that he had done all “Miss Haye,” he said, quite Ignoring the pres¬ 
ence of her lover, “ do you live here In Lllford ?” 
She appeared half frightened as she answered 
him— 
“ Yes—I live at the Limes." 
His face cleared. 
“ I know It,” he went on. “ It Is a pretty little 
place just outside Lllford. I have often admired 
it. Does your father hunt?" 
“No—he Is quite an Id valid,” replied Violet, 
half longing that Sir Owen would leave her, and 
half enjoying the distinction that his great notica 
of her brought. 
“Ah, an invalid—very unfortunate! Not able 
to leave the house often, I suppose ?" 
“ No—not often," replied the girl, looblDg at her 
lover’s averted face. 
“I shall be glad to see him sometimes,” said 
Sir Owen; “he has oo objection to visitors, 
suppose?” 
“ No,"replied violet; “ he is pleased to receive 
anv.” 
“ Then, with your permission ami his, I will 
ride over to-morrow," said Sir Owen. 
He waited for her reply. Vloltt made none. 
Sho wa3 frightened at the exires: too on her lov¬ 
er’s face. 
“ You do not say that I shall bo weioomo. Mias 
Haye," he added Impatiently; 
She recovered herself. Alter all she was doing 
no wrong. 
“ Wc shall be pleased to see you, Sir Owen,” sho 
told him with, quiet dignity; and t hen the Ba¬ 
ronet, finding there was no oh moo of further 
conversation with h r, went away. 
“My darling,”cried Felix, “ do not bn at home 
to-morrow when he comes 1 I do not like him, Vi¬ 
olet—he has it cruel bad face, and there Is an evil 
light in his eyes. I do not like him, sweet." 
“ I wonder why he has paid me so much atten¬ 
tion,” she said, “and why he is coming to 800 
*us?” 
But Felix wa? too wise to ans wer that ques¬ 
tion. He only clasped the little hands la his own. 
To him this girl, in her beauty and innocence, 
was Utile less than an angel. 
“My white dove,” he sutd—"my pure sweet 
love, nover mind him! Promise me that when he 
or any other man comes to you with flattering 
words, you will say—* I am pledged to Felix 
Lonsdale,’ Will you say that, Violet?” 
“Yes, I will,” she replied. 
“ Would that I could take you away from them 
all and keep you safely under the shelter of my 
own great love, Violet. I Yon will not belntc-mor- 
row when he comes? Promise ine, my darling— 
do you not see that I am halt mad with Jealousy ? 
—promise me you will go outl It I koew that to- 
moirow he would 6lt by your side, touch your 
hand, look Into your beautiful face, 1 think that I 
6hould shoot him to-night.!” 
NO. 23. 
“ Ob, Felix, what a dreadful thing to say 1” 
“Jealousy Is llko fire—It destroys all things,’ 
he Raid ; “ but I am foolish to be Jealous. I have 
all faith in you, sweet—a!l faith. Say once again, 
1 1 belong to you, Felix.’ ” 
The sun shone on her fair face as she raised It 
to his; the wind stirred the leaves as she said— 
“ I belong to you, FeUx,” 
CHAPTER XII. 
The fete was over, but people still talked of It— 
of the uuexpeoted appCamnoe ot Sir Owen Che- 
vonlx and his admiration for beautiful Violet 
Haye. Violet had said but little at home; she 
had told her father that the B -ronet intended to 
come to see him, and Francis Haye had looked up 
In bewilderment. 
“ Coming to see me 1” he cried. “ What Is that 
for?” 
He did not. see the hot flush on his daughter’s 
face. - 5-0 knew well enough why he was com¬ 
ing. 
“ If lr. Is about that right ot road,” he eon- 
tlnui d, “ be may save himself the trouble, for 
I shall never give In—never.” 
“You will see what he la coming for when he 
comes, ’said Mrs. Haye; “ thereUnothing 30 ab¬ 
surd as guessing. I shall not bollevo Is until T 
see him ” 
Tben after talking eagerly of bl 3 boundless 
wealth, the beauty ot hts estate, t he number of 
his horses, Francis Haye exclaimed— 
“ And to think that he 6hould come to see us!” 
violet remembered her promise; she knew that 
Sir Owen would probably call about, one o'clock. 
Soon after noon sho put on her garden hat, and, 
without saying a word, went out into the woods 
where no one could see her, and no aervaut. could 
be sent after her. She Rat there thinking—think¬ 
ing ot how Felix lovod her, and how sweet, tt. was 
to be loved—telling herself that, sho would not 
exchange his love for the world. 
Why did he dislike 8 lr Owen so much ? Why 
was ho so anxious fur her to be away during the 
