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About The Madras pioneer. (Madras, Crook County, Or.) 1904-current | View Entire Issue (Nov. 25, 1909)
What Gold Cannot Buy "By MH.S, jL,EJrA.JfDE'R Author of "A Crooked Path." "rtald. Wife, or Widow." "Dy Woman's Wit." "Beaton's Bargain." "A Ufo Interest," "Mew's Choloo." "A Woman's Heart." CHAPTER VII. Richard Savllle wa3 not a favorite with his mother, though he had never given her the least trouble. He was a tall, slight young man, but there was no dignity In his height, for It was neutralized by a stoop conveying the impression that ho had not strength enough to hold himself upright His manners were cold, though gentle, and he gave a general Impression of lan guid circulation and extreme correct ness. He had Inherited something of the Savllle Indifference to everything save his own peculiar tastes or fan cies, and a good deal of his uncle Ev orton's obtuseness as regarded person al distinction. His keen-sighted moth er soon perceived that her first-born would never fulfil her ambitious aspi rations, and this contributed to her strong preference for her younger son, on whose career she had built her hopes, though his choice of a profes sion had greatly annoyed her. Hugh had Inherited all the plebeian energy which made his maternal grandfather a wealthy and useful member of the community, and he cared little for any personal distinction not earned by himself. Nature Intended him for a radical, and the accidents. of birth and early association gave him certain aristocratic leanings, which made him a tolerably round-minded man. He and his brother were excellent friends. In spite of the low estimate each had of the other's tastes. The arrival of Richard was, on the whole, an agreeable change in the rou tine of life at Inglefield. He soon dis covered that Hope Desmond was a sympathetic listener; he therefore con fided to her the great scheme he had conceived of compiling a book to con tain all the English phrases and prov erbs that were distinctly derived from the Anglo-Saxon, and he soon grew sufficiently familiar to ask if Miss Desmond would be so good as to assist him in his work, whenever his mother could spare her. "I will do so with pleasure, Mr. Sa vllle," she returned, in her frank, fear less way. "But you must aak your mother's permission, and before me. She is a person not to be trifled with." "I know that," he said, hastily, "and I will do so on the first opportunity." Which he did, In a nervous, hesitating way. "Who cares for Saxon phrases?" re plied Mrs. Savllle, contemptuously. "Miss Desmond would be more useful ly employed making flannel petticoats for my poor old women. However, If she chooses to bestow some of her spare half-hours on your investigation of such a dust-heap, I am sure she has my consent." Hope Desmond's time was pretty well occupied, for she had come to be secretary as well as companion to her , active employer; still, she gave Rich ard Savllle what parings of time she could, and, If occasionally bored, was not a little amused at the profound Im portance he attached to his work. But Richard Savllle's presence en tailed other changes. Captain Lumley found It suited him to ride over very often to luncheon, and sometimes to dinner, staying the night, almost with out a distinct Invitation from the hos toss, who seemed to think two such -fledglings beneath her notice. Young Lumley did his best to attract Hope's notice, and. flattered himself that she smiled upon him. "So you have really managed to sur vive how long? five weeks under my aunt's Jurisdiction?" he Bald, having discovered Hope with a book In her hand In one of the shady nooks of the garden one day after luncheon. "I have, and without any difficulty," she returned, making room for him on the seat beside her, as she greeted him with a kindly smile. Ho readily ac cepted the place, thinking he had al ready made an Impression. "Mrs. Sa vllle has been very nice and pleasant. If she were not I would not stay." "Pleasant! Come, that's a little too much. She Is an uncommon bright woman, I know, but It's In the flash-of lightning style, and lightning some times kills, you know," "Well, she hasn't killed me." "No, I fancy you take a great deal of killing. Perhaps that's because you are so killing yourself." "Oh, Captain Lumley! that Is a style of compliment you might offer to a barmaid. It Is not worthy of a gallant what are you hussar?" said Hope, laughing good-humoredly. "You have taken a leaf out of Mrs. Savllle's book," cried Lumley, while he thought, "What teeth she has regular pearls!" "If you are as hard on 'me as she Is," he continued, aloud, "I shall not be able to live here," "I suppose you are not oettged to stay! "Well, no; but I do not like to go way." "Then you must strike a balance," said Hope, and rose up aa If to return to the house. "What! Art yu going In? It la over so much nicer hero. May I como?" "Oh, yes, If you llko." "So vou are going to help my cous in Richard with his dictionary what do you call it,?" "I really do not know what Its name Is to be. Yes; If I can find time I will do some writing for him." "Richard has moro Bonse that I thought" "At all events he Is. desperately In earnest, and that Is always respect able." "Exactly; that 1b Just what he Is. Miss Dacre Is coming to dinner, and the vicar and vlcaress." "Oh. Indeed!" Bald Hope. '"Miss Dacre Is rather pretty for an heiress, and rather a Jolly girl. You'll like her." "Very probable, were I to meet her; but I shall not dine with you." "No? What a shame!" "I do not see that It is. It would give mo no particular pleasure to join your company, and I shall have that precious time to myself." "Well the dinner will bo all the dull er. My aunt will be as black as thun der. You know she wanted to marry Hugh, her second son, to Mary Dacre. You never met Hugh?" "Why, I am not yet two months in Mrs. Savllle's service." "What a very unvarnished way of putting it!" said Lumley, laughing. "I never object to the truth," re turned Miss Desmond. "Why should I not serve Mrs. Savllle for the time being?" "I am sure I don't know. Well, Hugh Is a capital fellow, but awfully headstrong; so, after he was sent ashore last time, he went wandering about the Continent, and fell In love with a charming girl, or a girl he thought charming, without asking leave. Rather imprudent, eh?" "It was more," said Hope, looking dreamily far away. "It was wrong. A good mother has a right to be consult ed." "Perhaps so; but If a fallow Is very much In love he Is apt to forget these things. Anyhow, Hugh has been chivied away from the maternal roof. It seems my uncle Lord Everton In troduced Hugh to the fair one and her father, so he has been tabooed, too; but he Is a remarkably plucky old boy, so he came down here to plead Hugh's cause, and caught It pretty hard, I fancy." "Yes, I saw him, and I Imagine he had a trying time of It. Pray do you I mean your special family talk of each other to every one in this candid fashion?" "I do; and why should I not? I say nothing that every one doesn't know and talk about" "Poor Lord Everton!" said Hope, with a laugh, as If she enjoyed the recollection. "He did look as If he were being led to execution when he was leaving the room." "Oh, he did, did he? He's no end of fun." I can Imagine he Is. Good-morning, Captain Lumley." "Must you go?" "I must. I do not know whether Mrs. Savllle may want me, and I have no business to wander about the grounds with you." "Perhaps you may be at dinner, after all." "It Is not probable. If Lord Everton were to be of the party I might wish to intrude myself. As it is good-bj for the present" With a pleasant nod and smile, Miss Desmond turned Into a path which led directly to the house, and left the gal lant hussar lamenting. "She Is handsomer than I thought," he. mued. "What eyes! and such a smile! She has rather taken to me, I can see that, but there Is something unflatterlngly self-possessed and frank about her. Treats me as If I were a mere boy. I muBt be very civil to the heiress. If my father thinks I am making any running there, I dare Bay he will pay some of my debts." Lumley'B wishes were fulfilled, for Mrs. Savllle, shortly before the dressing-bell rang, commanded Miss Des mond's presence at dinner. That young lady hesitated, and said, with her us ual good-humored frankness, "You are always so good to me, that you may possibly ask me to dine as a civility, but I assure you I would prefer the evening to myself." "You are quite mistaken, I wish you to dine with ub to-day. Why, is of no consequence. I may not always aak you, but, when I do, be sure I mean It" "Ob, very well. I am glad you have made matters clear," CHAPTER VIII. It was a small party, and not very lively. Richard Savllle was not an animated host Mrs. Savllle was not talkative. The vicar was a pleasant, well-bred man, and with the help of Lumley, who was always ready to talk, kept the party from stagnating. Lumley har brought with him, by hll aunt's Invitation, n young Bubnltorn, the son of an acquaintance, who made the eighth and balanced the eoxos. This youth fell to Hope Desmond's lot, much to his satisfaction, for she man' aged to make him talk, and talked to him easily and naturally, confessing her lguoranco of hunting, shooting, ashing, and sport of ovory kind, rather to his amazement. Howover, she atoned for her deficiencies by listening with much Interest to his descriptions and explanations. At last ho suggest ed giving hor rldlng-lessons, at which she held up her hands In dlsnmy. Miss Dacre Interested hor moro than any one else. She had never been In the society of a great heiress, n prosper tlve peeress in her own right "What a tremendous position for a young girl!" thought Hope, with a curious sort of pity. The young girl was, uot withstanding, quite girlish, not pretty, but far from plain. She was very dark, with small, sparkling black eyes, curly black hair, and a high color. She had a neat figure, and carried herself well, yet she lacked distinction. "She might be a very pleasant com panion," mused Hopo, as sho gazed at her while hor cavalier was explaining the difference between a snaffle and a curb, "and, considering her gifts, I am not surprised that Mrs. Savllle would have liked hor for a daughter-in-law. How much, according to her estimate, her son appears to have thrown away!" Miss Dacre naturally fell Into Hops Desmond's care. "How charming the conservatory looks!" she said. "Shall we walk round It?" Hopo assented, not aware of the curiosity she excited In the fu ture Baroness Castleton. That Mrs. Sa vllle should Institute a companion was one source of astonishment; that any one so chosen should survive nearly two months nnd present a cheerful, self-possessed, composed aspect waa another. "And how nice she looks In that pretty soft black grenadine and lace! How snowy white her throat and hands are! I suppose sho. Is In mourn ing. Girls never want to be compan ions unless all their people die. Poor thing! I think I would rather be a housemaid; at least one might flirt with the footman; but a companion "I don't think I ever met you THE PATH OP DESTINY. here before," she said, aloud "No; I am not quite two months with Mrs. Savllle." "Poor Mrs. Savllle! she Is looking so 111. They say she Is rather a ter rific woman. I always found her very nice." "She 13 a strong woman, but there is a certain grandeur in her character." "Yes, and I fancy one muBt be pretty strong to get on with her," said Miss Dacre, and she gave a knowing little nod to. her companion. "Then she la so awfully put out about Hughf You came after he had gone." Hope bent her bead as an affirma tive. "He was charming, quite charming so different from Richard though I like Richard, too; but Hugh had a sort of rough good breeding, if you can un derstand such a thing; he was so gen erous and bright and natural. I knew both the brothers since I was quite a child, so I can sympathize with Mrs. Savllle. To think of his having mar ried some designing woman abroad, twice his age, I believe! isn't It horri ble?" ran on the talkative young lady. Horrible," echoed Hope. "I truit she Is conscious of all he baa sacrificed for her." "Not she," returned Miss Dacre with decision. "These sort of people haven't an Idea what family and position, and all that, mean. Do you thlrik Mrs. Sa vllle would mind If I plucked some of these lovely waxen blossoms?" "I am sure she would not; but you know her much better than I do. Walt a moment; I will get you the scissors." (To be continued.) One View anil Another. "My word!" exclaimed the British society woman, "here's an announce ment of tho marriage of another mem ber of our nobility to an American concert hall singer. Fancy! isn't It terrible?" "Ob, t don't know," replied the Ne. York girl, "the average soubrette doesn't deserve much sympathy." Tho Catholic Standard and Times. Her Inicenloun Comment. "Charley, dear," said young Mrs. Torklns, "did you say all those men at the baseball game were trying to reach home?" "Yes." ''It seems as hard for a man to get' home on the ball field as it does under ordinary circumstances, doesn't It!" Washington Star. Summoned. "Come over and see mo." "Sorry, old man, but I have an en gagement with my tailor In twenty minutes." "Gee! but you're getting Bwelll Couldn't break such an Important date, eh?" "No. The date Is In the courtroom." Cleveland Leader. A Mistake. "Walter," said a guest at a hotel aa he Inspected his bill before leaving, "there la one Item omitted." "What Item, sir?" Inquired th waiter. "The manager said 'good morning to me yesterday and has forgottea to charge for it!" Tlt-Blts. A Day of Ittit, Carrie's sister May, 0 years of ag, on bolng asked why the Sabbath day was different from the other days la the week, answered, very carelessly, "Oh, that'a the day you pin things oa, 'stead at wlng," Ths Dellneater. "THE BOY IS COMING HOME." I toll you It is busy times Jest now for mo and marm. The Boy Is comln' home to spend Thanko- glvln' on the farm ; TU ten long- years since he went West to mingle In Its strife. , , He's done urst-rate, and, furthermore, lies got n Western wife. We got the letter yesterday, and marm she laid uwake Full half the night to praise the Lord and think what she must bake. If I should feed the turkey now as she de clares I must. Why, long before Thanksglvln he would swell all up and bust ; fro had to grind the cboppln'-knlfe, and go to chopnln' mince, And things are brewln' rich and fine and fit to feed a prince. The Boy, he writ for cblcken-plc, "Wi double crust," says he, And mixed with cream, that lovely pie you used to make for me." He wants big red apples from the hillside, Northern Spy, And butternuts I re got 'em round the stovepipe, brown and dry ; He wants to lay the fire himself with maple hard and sound. And pop some corn, upon the hearth when all are gathered round, lie wants the things he used to bare when be was but a lad, 'TIs somewhat strange. It may be, but It makes us mighty glad; We're both a little whiter, but our love, depend upon't. Is Jest as green and sttddy as the hills of old Vermont. It flustered marm a bit at first about the Western wife. What she should do for one so fine and used to city life; But tucked between the Boy's big sheets she found a little slip. She read It with a happy tear, a gently quivering Up ; "Dear mother, them's her very words, "I wrue mis on me sir, So don't tell John, but make big Dumnkln Die: I know It will delight him, for be still Is but a boy His mother's boy and so he fills his wife's glad heart with Joy." And so you sec, 'tis busy times Jest now for me and marm, The Boy Is comln liome to spend Thanks- glvln on the farm. John Mervln Hall, In I.lpplncott's Maga- sine, for' him a big, 10 ViT. InA THE BIRD OF THE DAY. OrnltboloKlata Suy Thnt Ho la of Mexican Orlurln. Uli;ff3 HOSE who clnltn to Know say Uio bird of Thanksgiving 1 of Mexican origin. He Ik n relic of past ages, yet ho refuses to take his place among the other rellcn, for he Is with us yet. Cortez knew him aud .twteemed him Just as wo do. Coronado wrote feelingly about his good qualities ami made the bird famous In Europe. Tho reason why Mexico Is regarded as the home of the bird Is found hi tho fact that he Is first mentioned by the Spanish after their more or Ies triumphal tours through the country of the Montezuma. At the same time there Is no reason to bellevo that ho did not habitually rooat as high In the trees of Now England as ne does to-day or rather to-night. Philip of Pokanoket wotl turkey feathers In bis war bonnet ond called them an good aa eagle plumes, which they no doubt were. Whatever tho turkey's real Origin, born as he was long before the paleface came to tho country, the fact remains that ho Is the ono bird that Columbia claims for her own, singly and collec tively. There In not another winged crea ture that can approach the turkey In Kenerl excellence. Wild or domesticat ed, this rule hold good. Tho roast goose of old England Is not to be mentioned In the pretence of the turkey. The lat ten with the concomitant American pjfmpkln pie -or mince nc. If you choose -rhns never been equalled and never will be. TlinukNtflvlnir In (lie Kitchen. Thanksgiving day, the American fam ily festival and feast of plenty, la not yet ao many years away from Ita orlglo that we do not feel Instinctively that wjat It galua In elegance lu our time of greater resource, greater elaboration and daintier tiite, It is likely to lose In charm. A stately banquet In the city with rich appointment, with banked chrysanthemums, nnd rose from the lloriat, with the deft nnd rtllent service of trained helper, with electric light softened by silken shade, with delicate dishes compounded by a trained chef, and glowing fruit from many climes this need uot, fortunately, lack the great essential of the thankful spirit and the loving heart. Hut who will not admit without question that dinner in the cuuu try house la better, in the farmhouse letter still, In tho hometead of man; generation and garnered association bcit of a II 7 Of course It Is. For one thing, Ow elty dweller can never enjoy to tho full that period of preparation which in the ample country kitchen la still half th festival, and which In the old time tie fore the cook ntove enmc, when tin kitchen was the most beautiful an wel a the "hom!et" room lu the house, of fered even greater delight to the fainll) gathered before It huge open fire. Tht change began when Lucy Larcom was u child. "Cooking atove were coming Into fashion," sho wrote, "but they wen clumsy affairs, and our elder thought that no cooking could be qulto so nice nx that which wa done by nn open fire We younger one Arreted tti the warm, beautiful glow, that we look back to n a remembered unset. There la no audi home Hplendor now, "Tho fireplace was deep, arid there wan n settle hi the chimney corner when three of tin younget girl could lt to gether and tonxt our toe on tho andlrom two Continental oldler In full mil form, marching one after tho other while wo looked up tho chimney Into n square of blue ky, and sometime cnughl a snow-flake on our forehead. Pota toes were roasted lu tho ashes, and tht Thanksgiving turkey lu the tin kitchen, the buslfient of turning the aplt being usually delegated to some of us small folk, who were only too glad to burn our faces In honor of the annual festival, "When supper wa finished and the teakettle was pushed back on the crane, and tho backlog was reduced to a heap of fiery ember, then was the time for listening to sailor yarns nnd ghost and witch legends. Tho wonder seem some how to have faded out of thoe tales of old since the gluam of red-hot coola died nwny from the hearthstone." There I already the gas range, and tho posHlblllty of dinner electrically pre pared by touching a button h already suggested. In time, uo doubt, the cook stove will disappear; hut surely no fam ily festival will be less Joyous for Iti departure, nnd no poet will lament that It 'haa vanished. Youth's Companion. "Tliniikmilvlnit.' ThnrikuKlvIn' I'nnUIn Tie. O th' luck there Is In (Win ling ntnut bo'mI ol'l Tnanksjrtr a When th' crops for which you've striven tr all safely gathered by. When th autumn s harvest story la of summer's golden Klory, Then you're feellu' liunkydory in yotfn) wantln' minkln pie ! Ii U t'nkln Punkln pie! Then there ooes from th' kitchen Hoothln' odors so be vt lie bin . That they set your noMrlls Itcnln n pw twinkles In jriiir'J' ,A,n.i.. An' you know th thing "went'a That you ketch yoiirelf D,tl2L,.,,i.. I. . jiy your wife's Wntln'-resl Thta- klvln' ptinkln pie. p . V unaiu Punkln pie I .iAn uiint to wait a minute Vor a chance to go ajrln It- . Want to git your fare lown In It till u P'"- Keerilk?yr!;Xl flnl.b.a, Tackle nine an' mebbe lews! Hut ju-t ONIS, won niki ws, llooalrr Pie J'unkin pie' THE WISHBONE A THANKSGIVING HINT, Are you and, or are you Jolly, Do you blame youraelf for folly, When there's nothing but the wish bono left? Are you full, or can yqu eat (After gobbling turket meat) All the satisfying things that make Thankaglvlng day complete, Whon there's nothing but tht wish bono UftI . ....t,V! Bettor -pare the "'inVperW Then you'll still ft'f ho When thero's notblnK bono left. . cJ(. For tho goodies, In a JJJ a Llko to Jump around ana Little folk- W SKilr ts meat till J