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COKVALIilS, BENTON COUNTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, MAY 2(J, 1903.
TOL. IV. NO. 5,
"CHAPTER I.
Marie Antoinette de Montolieu was a
true scion of the old French noblesse,
with fine features and clear, pale com
plexion. There had been vivacity and
brightness, too, in those brown eyes, but
the luster was gone now, and there was
left only the calm expression of resigna
tion which follows a life of troubles nobly
borne. She had lived sixty-four years
in the world. .
Her father and mother, the Marquis
and Marquise de Montolieu, had been in
high favor at the court of iouis the Six-;
. teenth. They were proud, handsome
aristocrats, and when the Revolution
came with its fearful horrors, they were
for;od to fly for their lives. When they
reached England they were penniless anj
compelled to earn their bread.
The marquis gave lessons in singing,
and the marquise made a little money by
selling her paintings. A kind-hearted no
bleman, who had known them in former
days, allowed them fifty pounds a year;
and with this, and the fruit of their own
' exertions, they managed to exist. Three
years later a daughter was born to them,
whom they named Marie Antoniette, in
affectionate and reverential memory of
their martyred queen. From her earliest
infancy she was deeply imbued with the
sad spirit of the time; and the Unvarying
melancholy of her parents pcoduced a
strong effect upon her. She was; nat
urally bright and vivacious, but the at
mosphere of constant sadness w-as infec
tious. When she was seven teen-years old her
. beloved father died, and from that time
- all her energies were strained to provide
for her heart-broken and widowed moth
er. Five years later the marquise died
also, and Marie was thrown on the world,
literally penniless and friendless. Then
all at once the nobleman who had be
friended her parents came forward and
offered her a home in his house, in spite
of the remonstrances of his wife, who
was keenly alive to the imprudence of
bringing a beautiful young girl under the
same roof with her grown-up sons.
For a time Marie Antoinette was hap
py, end then came the most bitter trial
of her life. She went out again .as a
governess, and traveled ahroad. At the
age of thirty-five she went into Sir How--v
ardrChampion'8 family, to educate his
daughters,' and remained with - them
twelve years. The elder daughter made
a brilliant match, and the younger eloped
with a gentleman' farmer. There being
thus no further occasion for her services,
she was dismissed; but Sir Howard, be
ing a liberal although arrogant and des
potic man, settled an annuity of a hun
dred pounds on her for life. On this, and
the interest of what she had saved dur
ing her long years of teaching, she lived;
and small as was her income, she gave
away much. Hers was a grand life of
love, of charity and of self-abnegation.
Unsoured by her troubles, "unimbittered
by her loneliness, she was the true picture
of a gentle, sympathizing and patient
woman.
Sir Howard cursed his younger daugh
ter.solemnly on the Bible from which he
erased her name, and commanded that it
might never be nttered in his presence
again. -The whole household were awe
stricken, and crept . about silently and
fearfully. ' Madame de Montolieu was
heart-broken. . '
Winifred bitterly regretted her false 1
step. She loved the world and the fash
ion, and .so the comparatively humble life
she now led was gall and wormwood to
her. Her husband was fond of her, but
he chafed under her constant fretful re
grets; she quarreled with his family, re
fused to notice them, and made him bit
ter, contemptuous little speeches, which
drove him in anger from her presence!
The only link left- to her between the
present and the past was Madame de
Montolieu, who came to live in a small
cottage near her, and was with her con-'
. stantly.. But poor Winifred fretted night
and day at her loss of caste, and became
thin and ill; and when her little girl was
born she died.
For some years little Winifred . was '
brought up and taken care of by her fath
er's sister; but when she was eight years
old Miss Eyre married, and her father
was somewhat perplexed what to do with
her. Madame de Montolieu offered to
educate her, and Mr. Eyre gladly, accept
ed the offer. i
She received a complete education from '
Madame de Montolieu, who loved her as a
daughter, and had brought her up with
tender care and watchfulness. She spoke '
French perfectly, was a good musician
and sang as sweetly as a nightingale. '
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juauaine ue mouioueu naa aevotea great
time and care to perfecting her accom
plishments, hoping that, when she grew
up, Sir Howard might relent and give her
an opportunity of entering into society.
for which she was eminently fitted. But ,
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xne Daronec ana nis wnoie lamny sternly
persisted in ignoring her, and it was a
very bitter grief and humiliation to poor
Winifred.
It seemed so cruelly unjust. Why
should Flora Champion her cousin, and
flattered, and received everywhere, while '
she, who longed so ardently for the same I
advantage, was compelled to live unnotic
ed in a farm house? Her father had giv
en her a pretty little pony and carriage,
in which she took great pleasure. She '
would have liked to ride as well, but" her J
father could not afford, he said, to keep
- two horses for her, and had given her a J
chance of riding or driving; she-preferred I
the former, but chose the latter, remem
bering that it was a pleasure which her
dear madame could share.
Mr. Eyfe was very fond of his daugh
ter, and, moreover, exceedingly proud of
her He desired intensely for her the
advantages of wealth and station, person
ally indifferent though he was to them.
.His greatest truble, his most bitter mor
tification in life, was that her grandfath
' er would not acknowledge her. For him-
rise from the position with which his fore- j
fathers had been contented. Once, at
NLY A FARMER'S
DAUGHTER.
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FORRESTER.
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I his instigation, Madame de Montolieu had
mentioned Winifred t Sir Howard. An
' angry flush darkened his brow as he
said, sternly:
"Madame, I feel no interest in hearing
of Miss Eyre, and I beg in future you will
t spare me-all allusion to the issue of a
I disgraceful connection."
The gentle old Frenchwoman had con
veyed the' result of her attempt to Mr.'
j Eyre with characteristic delicacy, but he
felt the insult of the refusal keenly. It
: was his only hope for Winifred, for his
j own relations were not in position to be
of use to her. Always in the evening
she sang, played or read to him; and
sometimes, when he had watched her
with a proud delight busied with some re
fined accomplishment, he would sigh and
j say: V .
"Ah! my child, you were born for some-
' thing better than a poor farmer's daugh
ter." j But if Winifred at times chafed be
' cause she was the unnoticed daughter of
a poor farmer, she oever looked down on
or blamed her father. She had no wish
' to be elevated from her present position
without him; she sought no advantage
from which he was excluded. She even
strove to conceal her regrets from him;
: but the eyes of love are discerning, and
' although Mr. Eyre never allowed her to
' see that her longings were known to him,
! he was painfully alive to them.
Miss Eyre left the town one day and
walked on for about half a mile, - until
she came to a small white cottage stand
ing back from the road in a pleasant gar
den, well shaded by old-fashioned fruit
trees. Winifred did not stand on the
ceremony of knocking, but raised ' the
latch and entered the drawing room,
where Madame de Montolieu was sitting
before her embroidery frame She looked
up with a glad smile, and, rising, kissed
the yonng girl on both cheeks.
"Ah! my rosebud," she exclaimed, "you
have come at last."
"Yes, dear madame," Winifred replied,
"but I have not been wholly successful
in executing your commissions. See!"
she added., "this green wool is a shade
lighter than the pattern, but I thought it
would scarcely matter, as your other
greens are so mnch deeper. The red is
the right color, but it seems to me a
little. faded lying in the shop. It is im
possible." to get exactly " what' you want
in these little country towns." .-
"Both will do excellently well, my
child I thank you," returned Madame
de Montolieu, putting on her spectacles.
Then she looked fondly at Winifred's
face; but something she saw there
brought an increased gravity over her
placid features. . "
"My ove!" she said, gently, "has any
thing happened todistress you?"
The quick tears sprang to Winifred's
eyes, but for a moment she was silent.
Then she essayed to smile, answering:
"It is my pride, for which you so often
chide me, that has been hurt, dear mamma-.
I shall make you laugh when I tell
how small a thing has provoked me.".
But the kind old lady did not laugh
she was full of pitiful tenderness for
, the feelings of youth, and sympathized
keenly with the wounds of a sensitive
nature like Winifred's. She heard how
Winifred's cousin, Miss Champion, had
passed her on the road that morning, ig
; noring her. ' ; .
' "Madame," said Winifred, suddenly,
after a pause, "who do you think the
gentleman with Miss Champion could
-be?" -
"I cannot tell, my love; probably a vis
itor at the Manor. Stay, my love, may
it not have been Mr. Hastings? I hear
he has just returned from abroad, and
you know his father and Sir Howard
were great friends. Perhaps he at last
feels a desire to see the beautiful home
of his fathers, which he has neglected so
long. Can you -describe him at all?"
"I only saw him a moment," returned
Winifred, blushing, "but his. face seem;
ed rather bronzed with travel; from what
I remember, I fancy he had dark blue
eyes and fair hair." r -
"I think, then," remarked Madame de
Montolieu, "that my surmise is correct,
for' dark blue eyes and golden hair are
the family characteristics."
-Winifred turned homeward with a
lighter heart. She had almost forgotten
the affront that had been put upon her;
but she could not forget the eager look
of admiration that had crossed the hand
some stranger's face as he turned to
look atJaer. , Without doubt he was Mr.
Hastings, the owner of all the property
about of the very wood through which
she was even then passing on her way
to the farm. : And a very bright smile
came on her lips as she thought how near
he Jived, and that she might perhaps see
him sometimes in her walks. It would
be some relief to( the monotony of her
life, only to be able now and then to gaze
on a handsome face like his.
One evening Winifred went out' for a
stroll in the woods with her little Scotch
terrier as her only companion, and, choos
ing a picturesque spot, sat down to rest
and to dream of the many women ho fair
er than she, who had become famous.
Her speculations were suddenly cut
short by a yap from her terrier, and
turning sharply round, she beheld her
little companion rolling over and over
down the bank nnder the sudden and
unprovoked assault of a huge mastiff.
She uttered a little cry of fright, and
sprang to the rescue, when she heard a
crashing of he branches at her side,
a sharp, "To heel, Rollo!" from a man's
voice. A sudden recognition, a hasty
apology, and he stood looking at her, hat
in hand, with the same expression of ad
miration in his eyes that she had seen
there before. There was a pause, dur
ing which the startled Winifred blushed,
and felt painfully confused.
"I fear my dog has alarmed you," said
the stranger, at last; "he is rather wont
to be aggressive to his species, particular
ly in this wood, of which he is accus
tomed io consiaer nimseii soie monarcn. i
"Then I fear we are trespasser!;' Wlal-
fred found courage to answer; "but we
have always been allowed to walk here.
and "
"I shall indeed be sorry if our rude
ness 'and inhospitality should drive you
away," laughed the stranger. "I beg
you will always, both for" yourself and
friends, consider yon are entitled to a
free right of way over- any and every
part of my possessions."
Winifred thanked him and would nave
turned away, but he lingered;, and there
was such a charm to her in the presence
of this refined, aristocratic looking man,
that she felt no inclination to break rude
ly away from him.
"You ate Mr. Hastings, then?" she said,
interrogatively. -
"Yes," he replied. "I have come back
at last to enjoy the delights of home af
ter my long absence."
... "It must be very pleasant to see so
much of the outer world," Winifred said
timidly; "it must give one such broad
views of things and people, and stamp
out. one's petty, intolerant thoughts 0 i
narrow prejudices." .
. Mr. Hastings was surprised by this
last remark of his companion's, but he
was far too well bred to allow his
. thoughts to appear. He remarked quietly
I "You seem to have considered these
, things more than young ladies are apt
to do."
"I must be going," she uttered, hastily
"it is getting late."
He1 turned to accompany her, but she
bowed with an air of decision, saying:
"My path leads away from Hazell
Court."
"I hope," he said, lingering a moment,
"that my presence to-night will not tend
to frighten you away from these woods
for the future.- May I rely on your mak
ing use of them as usual?" '
She thanked him again, and, bowing,
turned away. Hetood, hat in hand, be-
; fore her as he might have done to a
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pr.ucvss, auu ass ue wtrui - uu live ay
home, he gazed after her slight, graceful
form with a look of tender admiration
such as might have befitted a man who
watched the woman he' loved.
CHAPTER II.
In a very elegant drawing room, with
French windows to the ground, leading
on to a velvet sward gemmed with flow
ers, sat Mrs. Champion and her daughter.
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xne mower was employ eu on an emuor
ate piece of woodwork, while Miss Cham
pion half reclined upon her silken couch,
reading. She looked up from it to answer
her mother's interrogatory.
"Do you think Mr. Hastings will be
here this afternoon, Flora?"
"I 'cannot tell, mamma; Reginald has
gone over to the Court to lunch, and look
at some new horses,, and he said he
should probably bring Mr. Hastings back
to dinner,"
"He is very handsome," remarked Mrs.
Champion. "Indisputably the best match
in the county." " -. .
, "Except Evelyn Yane,"": remarked
Flora.- - : -r-- ...
"Evelyn Vane?" , echoed, her mother
"Evelyn Vane has nothing until his fath
er dies; and even when he becomes Lord
Lancing, hs income will not be much
more than half that of Mr. Hastings."
"But there is the title," said Miss
Champion; "Lord Lancing cannot last
much longer, and I would rather have a
title, even if I were obliged to sacrifice
half the income."
Which was not true, for Flora Cham
pion was rather in love with Errol Hast
ings, and utterly indifferent to the Hon
orable Evelyn Vane. She and her mother
were, much attached to each other at
least as much as was possible for two
such selfish and indifferent natures to be
and they were wont to indulge in mu
tual confidences. At this moment Regi
nald Champion, the only son and brother,
entered the room.
"Have you just returned from the
Court?" inquired his mother.
"Yes; Hastings left me at the door not
five minutes ago.".
"I thought he was going to dine here."
"I thought so, too; but I suppose he
changed his mind, for when he arrived
here, 'and I pressed him to comt in, he
declared he had a previous engagement.
It was all a lie, though, I could see; but I
think I know what the counter attraction
was."
"Indeed!" said Flora, disdainfully, "and
may we inquire the result, of your pene
tration?" - :
"It is nothing that will please you, Flo,
I can tell you."
"Don't be provoking, Reginald!" utter
ed his mother, sharply; "tell us at once
what you mean."
(To be continued.)
DINING IN HONOLULU.
Effective Decoration for the Tabl
Wreath for G tie its.
The hostess who was kind enough to
ask me to dinner in Honolulu had chos
en starlet carnations for her table, and
I never remember seeing anything more
effective. A big silver bowl in the cen
ter was full of them, while a wreath
of them went around the base of the
stand and four more stretched from
the handles of the bowl to the silver
candelabra in each corner of the table.
In addition to this, each hors d'oeuvre
plate had the same scarlet; wreath
round it, which each lady untied and
hung round her neck,, where it lay like
a soft, feathery boa. Some of the men
even did the same, but these were
Americans;' the Englishmen, averse to
self-decoration, presented theirs to the
ladies they had -taken down. -'
The wreaths have to be made In a
particular way, and in the. Hawaiian
Islands the work of making up the leis
(as they are called there) has become a
trade among the natives, who sit at
the corner of the street and sell their
sweet wares to the foreigners who
flock from far and near to see the para
dise of the Pacific.
The garlands are threaded on c piece
of bass with a fine cane needle, and
the calyx of the carnation is entirely
removed, so that the petals of the flow
er fall loosely and give the effect of
the feathers. The needle Is run straight
through and comes out In the center,
so that each flower on the thread Is on
the top, of the other.! Of course, the
closer they are together the better the
result, but this has to depend greatly
on the quantity of blooms at one's dis
posal. I have seen as many as a hun
dred In one wreath. London Times.
... A Weed' fuller.
Another machine1 has been invented
for the use of the farmer. The picture
shows the invention doing its work,
and gives an idea of the mechanism by
which it Is operated. Two fluted roll
ers are mounted on an adjustable sup
port at the rear of a sulky, with chain
gearing to rotate tjiem rapidly as the
machine is drawn over the ground. As
the flutings on the. face of the rollers
mesh closely together. It Is easy to un
derstand how any weed or grass which
once gets between, them will be drawn
up, until It, Js finally lifted out "of the
ground, roots and all. To Insure the
killing of higher growths, the machine
MACHINE TO PUIJL TUE WEEDS.
has been fitted with a series of rotary
blades, which feed 'the tops of the
weeds down beneath the face of the
first roller instead of allowing this
roller to strike the stems and push the
weeds over, without' uprooting tbem.
Name Yrar Farm.
If you have a farm name It. That's
the latest suggestion traveling about
in the rural districts, and it deserves
to! be acted upon 4 at once and with
judgment. When you come to think
of It It seems rather strange that so
few farms . throughout New-England
have a name. Most "of those so -honored
"are the property of " persons 'Who
live elsewhere the most of the year
and patronize the farm only two or
three months in the hot weather. But
farmers, real farmers, have never got
Into the -way of labeling their farms.
and though, of course, in the farming
district everyone knows where every
one else lives, it certainly does lend a
dlglty and a sort of beauty to a coun
try side If every house is individual
ized by an appellation well chosen.
Naturally some peculiarity of the farm
should be embodied In its name, and
there are peculiarities and to spare In
every New England farm. These may
not be patent to the principal owner,
but the sons or daughters who "go
away to school" will discern them on
the first trip home, and they might be
trusted to select the term. Boston
Transcript.
Device for Catching:' Fowl.
Whether or not a fowl will quietly
submit to the approach of the Imple
ment shown In the drawing any more
than it would
stand still and al
low a man to get
within reaching
distance, only a
practical applica
tion can deter
mine. It Is possl?
ble. however, that
.the device can be
. moved more rapid
ly than a person
moves, and thus
deceive the fowl. The idea Is Intro
duced by a Kentuckian, who states
t'at It will do Its work without injury
to' the legs, and enable the fowl to
stand naturally after its capture, with
out, however, giving It an opportunity
to escape.
The New Northwest.
The Canadian government has issued
a census bulletin, which gives statis
tics as to agriculture In Alberta, Assln-
ibola and Saskatchewan, which united
compose the Northwest Territories.
The total area of these territories Is
190,963,117 acres, and only 6,569,064
acres are occupied as farms. Of this
area, 75.99 per cent Is unimproved.
Field crops, exclusive of hay, occupy
fifty-three per cent of the- improved
land, but only a fair beginning has
been made with fruit trees and vegeta
bles. The area of land In" wheat, oats,
barley, rye, corn, peas, potatoes and
other field roots In 1891 was 194.773
acres. The increase at the end of the
last decade was 694,073 acres, or 333
per cent The production of home
made butter Is nearly twice as much
as ten years ago, and In the Interval
ten factories have been put Into opera
tion.
Two New Sprays.
The .difficulty of killing plant and
tree lice with the usual spray mixtures
Is well known. Good results are re
ported from the use of a new mixture
containing one pound hard soap, one
quart castor oiL one-fourth pound car
bonate of soda, one gallon water. The
soap and acid were boiled In water
and mixed with the castor, oil while
heated; the mixture -was then diluted
with 10 to 20 per cent of water for
spraying - In fighting tree lice, it Is
Important to apply the liquid used be
fore the leaves begin to curl and en
close the Insects. For scale insects, a
mixture reported satisfactory Is pre
pared as follows: Ten quarts boiling
water, one quart carbolic acid, one
quart soft soap. The mixture Is stir
red until an emulsion Is formed and
is applied by means of a brush. Amer
ican Cultivator.
FertiliziaK 'or Tomato Crops.
Although the following information
is based on the work of a grower of
tomatoes for canning , factories almost
exclusively. It Is of value to any one
who grows the medium and late sorts
for any. market Muriate of potash
500 pounds, nitrate of soda 400 pounds
bone tankage 700 pounds, and acid
phosphate 400 pounds, using of this
mixture 500 pound an acre, 300
pounds being used broadcast before
harrowing and 200 pounds In the hills.
Tibs formula supplies the food needed
by the plants In addition to what Is
nfturally supposeu to be In the fairly
fertile soil, and should give as a result
a large crop of fine tomatoes of good
color. Naturally, the result will de
pend somewhat on the varieties used,
which for canning purposes should al
ways be such as will ripen all over and
be of a deep red color. It is always
safe to select varieties of this descrip
tion for any market, as they are at
tractive to the eye and generally of
good quality. The old favorite Para
gon probably comes as near to the
ideal variety as any, all things consid
ered.
Rock Gardens.
A rockery is attractive If well made
and not ont of place. It should be
made only In locations where a nat
ural heap of rocks covered with flow
ers and vines would not seem unex
pected or out of tune with surround
Ings. A sunken rockery Is the most
attractive, but the hillock shape is less
costly. If convenlen. build on a shady
southeast slope.. Dig below frost line
and use the earth removed as side fill
ing. The stone work should be finish
ed and firmly wedged before filling
with earth and gravel. Good plants,
mosses, vines and ferns can be found
about any forest' iedge,and "the nur
serymen sell rock plants and alpine
plants adapted to such locations. Ex
change.
Make a Bae Holder.
A frame may be fixed in a few min
utes that will bold bags while being
filled. Cut a board, six Inches wide and
nail together as
shown. Fill a bag
and set It Inside,
then adjust . the
books the proper
height The books
(a) are elgbtpenny
wire nails driven
through the boards
bao holder. downward to pre
vent turning and the ends then bent
upward. The front hooks should be
a little lower than the back two. A
cross brace on the back will strengthen
the frame. A. Gilmore, in Farm and
Home.
Eo-Called Corn Wheat.
In sections of the West there is be
ing grown a variety of wheat known
as Polish wheat which has compara
tlvely little value except, perhaps, as
a food for stock. Public accounts of
this wheat have been so garbled that
farmers have a wrong Impression of
it As this wheat Is grown in the
Northwest, it produces wonderfully,
and the kernels are much larger than
those of the recognized varieties of
wheat and when fed to stock It is said
to have wonderful fattening results.
That it has some merit there is little
doubt for it has given fairly good re
sults In the making of macaroni flour.
although not so good as the results
from the true macaroni wheat It Is
doubtful If It Is safe to use It largely
In the fattening of stock, although It
Is worthy of test In that way. Seeds
men In the North and West can doubt
less furnish seeds In small quantities.
and the reputation already acquired
makes It worth a test. In some sec
tlons the variety is known as Emmer
and some seedsmen catalogue it under
that name.
Farm Notes.
More large fruit, and of better qual
ity, can be secured by thinning out the
fruit on the trees. It Is a loss of fruit
and an inujry to a tree when it ripens
a large amount of fruit, and the crop
next year will also be reduced. Ten
barrels of prime apples will sell for
more than three or four times as much
Inferior fruit
Growing a lot of pumpkins In a field
of corn is an old practice, but it Is
doubtful. If pumpkins, so grown are as
profitable as when grown as a separate
crop from corn. The pumpkins will
prevent the proper cultivation of corn,
as working, the corn destroys the
pumpkin vines, the result being that
late weeds get a chance to grow and
mature. It Is urged In defense of
growing pumpkins In the corn field
that they do not Interfere with cultiva
tion until the corn Is "laid by," but
much depends on the land, rainfall and
thoroughness of cultivation. Corn
should never be "laid by" as long' as
weeds and grass can have an oppor
tunity to grow, cultivation being given
if it Is possible for a horse to pass
along the rowa
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Girl with a Company Face.,
Once on a time, in a far-away place,
Lived a queer little girl with a company
face, .
And no' one outside of the family knew
Of her everyday face, ot supposed she
had two.
The change she could make with won
drous celerity,
For practice had lent her surprising del'
terity.
But at last it chanced on an unlucky day
(Or lucky,- perhaps, I would much better
say),
To her dismal dismay and complete con
sternation.
She failed to effect the desired transfor
mation!
And a caller, her teacher, Miss Agatha
Mason,
Surprised her with half of her company
face on,
And half of her everyday face peeping
out,
Showing one grimy tear-track and half
of a pout,
Contrasting amazingly with the sweet
smile
That shone on her company side all the
while.
The caller .no sooner had hurried away
Than up to her room the girl flew in dis
may;
Vnd after a night spent in solemn reflec
tion
Of the folly of features that can't bear
inspection,
She came down to breakfast and walked
to her place,
Calm, sweet and serene, with her com
pany face.
Thenceforward she wore it, day out and
day in,
Till you . really might think 'twould be
worn very thin;
But, strange to relate, it grew more
bright and gay,
And her relatives think 'twas a red-letter
day
When the greatly astonished Miss Ag
atha Mason
Surprised her with half of her company
face on.
St. Nicholas.
Paper Doylies. '
Just now when paper novelties are
so much in vogue, readers of this col
umn may like to know of an easy way
of making dainty doyleys, the only
requisites being a few sheets of thin
white or tinted paper and a pair of
scissors.
The paper when folded is ready for
CUT-PAPEB DOILY.
cutting as shown in Figure 1. Figure
2 shows the dotted lines for folding.
First fold the paper in half, and then
in half again, thus forming a square
one-fourth in size of the original sheet.
The remaining four folds must be
taken from the center outwards, and
not folded over" all In one piece. Care
must be taken that the folding is per
fectly even or the doyley will not be
a success. Next mark with pencil as
shown in Figure 3, and cut carefully
to the outlined pattern with sharply
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pointed scissors. Unfold your paper,
and If the directions have been care
fully followed you will be charmed
with the result. With a very little skill
in designing, many other patterns may
be cut in the same way.
Hives of the World.
The largest bee farm in the world Is
said, to be near Becton, Canada. It
covers four acres, and the owner In a
favorable year secures not less than
75,000 pounds of honey from 19,000,000
working bees. Greece has 30,000
hives; Denmark, 90,000; the Nether
lands, 240,0000; France, 950,000; Ger
many, 1,450,000; Austria, 558,000. The
United States has 2,800,000, which .pro
duce 61,000,000 pounds of honey an
nually. The largest weight of honey
that has ever UPen-taken in a single
season from ' one hive was 1,000
pounds, In Texas.
WakinK Dreams.
Little Ruth was spending her first
night away from home. She was some
what restless, and Jn the morning she
was asked how she had slept
"I don't think I slept very much."
"Then you couldn't have had any
bad dreams, surely," said mamma.
"No, ma'm, I didn't; but I had two
terrible thinks."
To Be Mourned Over.
One day little Alice was walking
down the street .with a bunch of violets
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In her hand, when she stopped in front
of a barber shop and entering handed
the violets to the man and said, sim
ply: "These are for Whisker's coffin."
"Whiskers!" said the man, "and who
is Whiskers?"
"Why, I don't know," said Alice,
"only It said on the window, 'Whiskers
dyed here,' and I am very sorry about
It."
"n Stork's Doorway.
A new baby brother bad come to
Annie's house and she wanted to know
where he came from. She was told
that he came from heaven. One day
she was out In the yard playing and
saw a rift In the clouds, so she ran Into
the house and said: . '
"Oh, mamma, come and see the hole
in the sky where little bruver -dropped
through."
Whistling Moth.
A whistling moth Is an Australian
rarity. There is a glassy space on the
wings, crossed with ribs. When the
moth wants to whistle It strikes these
ribs with its antennae, which have a
knob at the end. The sound is a love
call from the male to. the female.
rlOW A DRUMMER GOT EVEN.
Lost Money in the Booth and Sent a
Gambler to Kecover It.
"In Meridian," said a visitor, "is a
well situated in the heart of the city
that is known as the 'Daugherty well.'
That isn't Its official title," he contin
ued, "but most of the boys about town
call it that. John Daugherty was a
former Cincinnati gambler who enme
South years ago to get even with five
merchants in a town who had won
several thousand dollars in a poker
game from an Ohio drummer who, re
turning home, got Daugherty to go to
this place and win his money back for
him. The 'professional' arrived in the
little town ready for business. He had
laid his plans well. First he had sent
a . negro there and had all the playing
cards bought.
"The negro was followed by a man
selling cards. The stores dealing iu
pasteboards were in need of some at
once. - When . could the drummer get
an order filled? The drummer told them
that he had a hundred packs in his
trunk samples that he would dispose
of at less than cost and again the
stores had a supply. That night
Daugherty was there and in about
three days he had about all the ready
money that could be scraped together
in that vicinity. Then he took a train
for the North, but was captured at
Meridian. , '
"While his trial was going on he
got acquainted with some of the local
sports and concluded to make Merid
ian his home. The police attempted
to make it so warm for him that he
would leave, but they didn't succeed.
About this time the city concluded to
dig a well. Workmen would shovel
away dirt for a week or so and then
stop. After a while, however, they
would resume. Daugherty at about ,
this time was being fined regularly on
the first of each month $100 and costs.
Then, by the 3d, the men would tackle
the well once more. This thing ran
along for months. One day Daugherty
went . to the marshal and asked him
how much money it would take to com
plete the hole in the ground; that he
would pay it then and let the well be
finished. But of course the marshal
wouldn't listen to any such proposition.
The end of the month came along and
Daugherty, standing in front of the St.
Charles Hotel and seeing the idle tools,
remarked: "Well, next Thursday will
be the 1st and I'll bet a hundred work
will commence next Monday.' Sure
enough his prediction came true and
by Wednesday water had been found.
New Orleans Times-Democrat.
Idle Conversation.
When will women in business realize
that nothing is more disturbing to
a busy man than the Idle conversa
tion many women indulge in during
business hours! Such ' conversation
wastes both time and money and
makes her an unmitigated nuisance
more than anything else.
As a matter of fact, It is not easy
to find a taciturn woman, according to
the Baltimore News. It is aimost im
possible to discover one who-, given
sufficient provocation, will not tell the
story of her life to a sympathetic per
son, when she should be writing let
ters or adding figures. Sometimes a
solitary woman will put a whole of
fice to confusion by an untimely word
here and a five-minute conversation
there. The women who have been sue
cessful in the business world have
been the few who knew when to hold
their tongues, and where.
" There are women who avow them
selves able to . talk while they work,
and to do a task as well to an accom
paniment of chatter as they do in a
profound silence, but they will be
lucky if-they can Induce their employ
ers -to believe this. And, indeed, it is
not true, for no one can do two things
at the same time and do them well.
The woman who wants to succeed in
business, then, must take a lesson in
keeping quiet before she will be re
garded as an acquisition to an office
In which men are employed.
Acquire self-control, or one of these
days you will be one of those idiota
who yell "Fire" In a crowded house, :