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1/ Jewels Could Only Speak
1 nere is an indescribable charm at tached to inherited jewellery. To begin with it has come from the earth or the depths of the sea,' and,
craftsman of years gone by, it has lived on through generation after generation. It has brought ' great pleasure, and sadness, too, to its owners, and in return remained die guardian of the secrets and emotions it has seen. I felt this charm the other day when I held in my hands a gold necklace which was once the posses sion of Catherine Helen Spence, who will remain always as one of the pio neers of women's emancipation. It has been presented by her niece, Mrs. Lucy Morice, M.B.E., who has fol lowed so ably in her footsteps by working unceasingly in the cause of women and children. The necklace is of pure gold and is a Brogden chain, each link delicately chased by the hand of a true artist, and the clasp set with tiny amethysts. The chain originally belonged to Miss Spence's aunt, Mary Brodie, of Scot land, who bequeathed it to her. Miss Spence may be seen wearing it in the portrait painted by Rose Mac Pherson, and which hangs in the National Gallery, North terrace. 'I was wearing the necklace once,' Mrs. Morice told me this week, 'when Miss Windeyer, of Sydney, saw it. 'Oh, she said, you have a Brogden chain,' and she told me that Brogden was a famous London jeweller of the eighteenth century, who was the only one who made such chains.' 'JlfARY Astor, Columbia player, ?'?*- makes a practise of bathing her eyes twice daily with lukewarm water. This removes all traces of dust which might get near the eyes, and keeps them a-sparkle all the time.