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About The Madras pioneer. (Madras, Crook County, Or.) 1904-current | View Entire Issue (Nov. 25, 1909)
"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."
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
"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
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,
"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
"Well, no; but I do not like to go
"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
"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
"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
"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
"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
"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
I can Imagine he Is. Good-morning,
"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,
"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
"Ob, very well. I am glad you have
made matters clear,"
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
Miss Dacre naturally fell Into Hops
"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
"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
"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
"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
''It seems as hard for a man to get'
home on the ball field as it does under
ordinary circumstances, doesn't It!"
"Come over and see mo."
"Sorry, old man, but I have an en
gagement with my tailor In twenty
"Gee! but you're getting Bwelll
Couldn't break such an Important date,
"No. The date Is In the courtroom."
"Walter," said a guest at a hotel aa
he Inspected his bill before leaving,
"there la one Item omitted."
"What Item, sir?" Inquired th
"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
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
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,
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,
Is Jest as green and sttddy as the hills of
It flustered marm a bit at first about the
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-
for' him a big,
10 ViT. InA
THE BIRD OF THE DAY.
OrnltboloKlata Suy Thnt Ho la of
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.
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
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
"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.
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
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'"-
Tackle nine an' mebbe lews!
Hut ju-t ONIS, won niki
ws, llooalrr 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
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
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