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SEISSSiJi.. I Consolidated Feb., 1899.
COEVAIiLIS, BENTON COUNTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, JUNE 16, 1903.
VOIi. IV. NO. 8..
MRS.
CHAPTER VI.
Most of the guests had left Hazell
Court; and only Lord Harold Erskine and
Mr. Le Marchant remained. It was the
fourth day after the ball, and Mr. Hast-J
ings was alone that evening. At seven
o'clock he strolled toward the woods. Ho
told himself he hoped he should not meet
Miss Eyre; it would be so awkward, so
nnpleasant; and yet he went in the direc
tion that she always took on her return
from the cottage, and at the very hour he
knew she .should pass. When Errol saw
Winifred coming along slowly and sadly
through the woods he could no longer
conceal from himself the delight he expe
rienced at seeing her again.
Winifred appeared unconscious of him
until she came close to the gate, and then
she looked up with an air of cool indif
ference that might have befitted the best
bred woman in Europe. Errol did not
open the gate, but put his hand across to
her. She affected not to see it. "Miss
Eyre," he said, "will you not even take
my hand?"
"No, I thank you," answered Winifred,
coldly; "I do not choose to be known one
day and unnoticed the next."
"What do you mean, Miss Eyre? I do
not understand you."
"I mean this, Mr. Hastings; we have
met several times, and I was foolish
enough to imagine that it was on equal
terms until you reminded me by passing
me unnoticed with your high-born friends,
that you were the lord of the manor, ana
I only a farmer's daughter."
"Miss Eyre," he said, quickly, "it is im
possible you should attribute motives so
false and mean to me."
"Why impossible?" Winifred asked. "I
know nothing of you, Mr. Hastings."
Her self-command in this speech was
wonderful, for her heart was fluttering
tumultuously, as a woman's heart always
does when she is saying a bitter thing to
the man she loves. There was silence
for a moment, and then she said quietly:
"Will you let me pass, Mr. Hastings?"
"No," he cried suddenly and passionate
ly. "ym shall not pass until you have
recalled those words."
"Then I must retrace my steps," Wini
fred said, looking at his defiantly.
He seized her hand.
"Yon shall not go until you tell me
why you are so bitter and angry with me
to-day." -
"I am not angry or bitter," she quickly
replied, forcing back the rebellious tears.
"Only; "
"Only what?"
"Do not torture me Mr. Hastings" ex
claimed Winifred. "It is cruel, unmanly
of you. Let me go! I will no tell you."
"But you shall tell me!" he said, still
keeping hold of her hand, and there was
a dangerous light in his eyes that made
her half afraid of him.
"I do not wish to tell you you force
me to it!" she cried.
I will not stir from here excepfyou
tell me."
Winifred's voice was half choked with
excitement as she answered: "Then hear
it. I hate you! You have been cruel, in
considerate, unjust to me."
"I?" said Errol.
"Yes, you. You tried to make a simple,
inexperienced, country girl care for you,
with your refinement and fascinations;
and when you succeeded you despised her
for her folly, and turned away from her
contemptible simplicity to the woman
-who, from her birth and station, was
worthy of your real love." -
"Winifred! Miss Eyre!" exclaimed
Errol, "how can you have mistaken me
so? Do you imagine there is anyone in
the world but yourself for whom I care?"
"Yes, for your betrothed, Miss Cham
pion, Mr. Hastings."
"I am neither betrothed to Miss Cham
pion nor yet to any other woman," he
exclaimed, quickly.
"Do not attempt to deceive me any fur
ther," Winifred said, with a flush of an
ger. "Your relations with Miss Cham
pion can scarcely be doubtful, after your
opening the ball with her before all your
grand friends
"Miss Eyre," he said, gravely, "will you
accept my solemn assurance that I have
not asked Miss Champion to be my wife,
and that I have no intention of doing so?
There is only one woman in the world
that I love, and I love her with all the
nassion of my soul. Because she is so
dear to me, I am going to leave my coun
try, and the home for which I have
longed, and I am going to be a wanderer
again on the face of the earth."
"You are going away?" cried Winifred,
in a tremulous voice.
"Yes, I am going away from country,
home and friends, because, being near
her, I cannot control my passionate long
ing for her; I cannot tear my thoughts
from her, or bring myself to look with
love or admiration on any other woman."
The gate was open now, and Mr. Hast-
ings had taken Winifred in his arms.
"My darling," he whispered, "do you
know who that woman is?"
Winifred was confused, surprised,
ashamed, and yet withal a tumultuous joy
overshadowed her whole being. Then
this fairy tale waa true, after alii and
this splendid, gallant knight was at her
feet in all truth and sincerity.
"Winifred," he said, passionately, "look
into my eyes, and tell me that you love
me."
She raised her beautiful, shy brown
eyes to his, and he bent down and kissed
her so fondly, so tenderly, that she could
no longer doubt his truth. And then
there was a silence, a long silence, for
the spell of the day dream seemed too
sweet to be broken by words.
"Miss Eyre!" he said finally, "I
cannot marry you. I dare not ask
your forgiveness, but you must listen
to me for one moment. The - first
time I saw you I loved you, and every
time that we have met since I have loved
you more and more, until at last I almost
felt as if existence without you was im
possible. I resolved to leave England
to go abroad, somewhere where I should
NLY A FARMER'S
DAUGHTER.
By
FORRESTER.
be removed from the temptation of seeing
or hearing of you. But to-day, when I
saw "you coming toward me, all my
strength failed me. Do you know that
for centuries back my race have suffer
ed for one rash vow? Time after time
they have sacrificed their love, their
hopes to it, and I dared not be the first
to break it by marrying one who, though
my equal, nay, my superior in all else.
was beneath me in rank. I must go a wax
I must forget you."
"Beneath you?" cried Winifred, with
flashing, indignant eyes "beneath you
Mr. Hastings? You deemed Flora Cham
pion a worthy bride, and am I not equally
the granddaughter of Sir Howard?'
"The granddaughter of Sir Howard
Champion!" Mr. Hastings said, scarcely
believing he heard aright.
"My mother was his daughter!" and
with a proud, passionate gesture, Wini-
the gate. He felt as if brain, heart and
limb were paralyzed by what he had just
heard.
Sir Howard's granddaughter! Then
that accounted for the breeding which
had so puzzled him, and there, was in
truth no reason why he should not make
her his wife. If he could only have
known that before. And Flora Champion
and Reginald? They knew it, and con
cealed it from him all the while. Lady
Grace Farquhar must have known it-
all his servants, and everyone who lived
in the neighborhood; and yet some
straage fatality had conspired to keep
him in ignorance of a fact it would have
sealed his happiness to know. It was too
late now. He knew her pride; he knew
that if he had the crowns and the wealth
of India to offer her, she would reject
him in scorn now.
And she had loved him' dearly, he knew
that, or she would never have suffered
his kisses on her lips, or looked lovingly
into his face with those sweet brown
eyes. He felt maddened by his thoughts,
by the recollection of what was, and what
might have been. And he turned his
steps homeward, not liageringly, not
hopefully, as he had come, but swiftly,
half mad with crushing despair.
CHAPTER VII.
The next evening just as Errol Hast
ings, and his friends had finished dinner
a servant brought in a note to the mas
ter. It was from Winifred Eyre, and
read as follows
"You will perhaps guess that only very
urgent need induces me to hold commu
nication with you after after what pass-
ed last night. Your words "were over
heard by Mr. Fenner, an intentional spy.
whom a short time since I refused to mar
ry. He came to "me this afternoon; and
threatens that if I still persist in my re
fusal to become his wife he will publish
the story to the neighborhood. I ask of
you to find some means of action that will
insure the silence of this man, and protect
j me from a marriage which I dread more
than death.' " Mr. Fenner insists on my
I answer being given in three days. If you
have one impulse of generosity left, you
will help me.
As Errol read the note an imprecation
burst from his lips that made both his
friends look up suddatJy.
"Why, Errol!" exclaimed Mr. Le Mar-
chant, "what is the matter?"-
Air. Hastings recovered nimseir am a
moment.
"I beg your pardon,". he said, smiling;
"I was rather annoyed at the moment.
A letter from a refractory "tenant."
"Ah!" said Arthur Le. Marchant, with
a smiling glance at the envelope which
lay on the table; "lady tenants are al
ways the most troublesome." .
All the evening Mr. Hastings seemed
absent and unusually silent, amd when
the two other men went out for a stroll
on the terrace he did not join them.
"Excuse me for half an hour," he said.
"I have "some business to transact, and
will follow you."
When they were gone he rang the bell.
"Send Letsom to me at once," and a
minute afterward the old servant came
hurrying.
"Letsome," said Mr. Hastings, "do you
know anyone of the name of Fenner
hereabouts?"
"Yes, sir," answered Letsom. "There's
a farmer of that name lives two miles
from here, up at Chalk Farm."
"What do you know about him?"
"Well, sir, I can't say as I know much,
but I have heard more lately being in
conjunction with "Miss Eyre. It was
Hawkins as told me; he was that angry
one night because he heard as Fenner
was a-courtin' Miss Eyre. 'I'll spoil his
sport, if I hear any more,' says he; 'but
I'm not afraid that a lady like Miss Eyre
'ud demean herself to such as him.' "
"What did Hawkins mean, when he said
he'd spoil Fenner's sport if he wanted
to marry Miss Eyre?"
"I don't know, I'm sure, sir; but he
seemed quite mad about it, and talked
like as if he knew something bad about
Fenner. I thought perhaps it was only,
talk, though, because he sets such a deal
on Miss Eyre."
"Send Hawkins to my room at ten
o'clock to-morrow," said Mr. Hastings;
"I want to ask him about the partridges;"
and Mr. Hastings rose and went to join
his friends on the terrace.
The following morning there was a low
tap at the door, and Hawkins, the game
keeper, -entered Mr. Hastings' room. . A
long conversation followed, as a result
of which Mr. Hastings sent the follow
ing note to Fenner:
"Sir Be good enough to call upon me
this afternoon, at three o'clock. I have
to speak to you on important business.
"ERROL HASTINGS.
"Hazell Court." ,
At half-past three Mr. Fenner rang at
the door of Hazell Court. It was opened
immediately, and he was escorted through
the grand hall, along a corridor, and up
some steps .Into Mr. Hastings' private
room. . Errol was sitting at his writing
table -when Fenner entered. He merely
looked up and continued his letter, Tom ,
Fenner felt very savage; he would hare
liked to throw himself with a swagger
Into one of the chairs, but he did' not
dare. There was something in Errol's
look, and something in his own servile
fear of rank, that made him afraid to
take a liberty.
- Presently Mr. Hastings looked up and
said:
"I have sent for you to tell you that
I object to the way in which you have
annoyed Miss Eyre lately, and to request
that you will discontinue ,it."
Tom Fenner felt he was getting very
savage.
"And suppose," he remarked, insolent
ly, "that I say I shan't, what then?"
"Very well,"-said Mr. Hastings, quiet
ly, "then I will order my horse, and go
round to Mr. Lennox, and tell him you
are the scoundrel who shot Tom White,
the gamekeeper, three years ago in the
Holton woods."
Fenner started convulsively, he turned
ashen white and trembled in every limb.
"Oh, sir!" he cried, in agony of fear,
as soon as he could speak, "don't do
that!"
And then all of a sudden he recovered
himself, and looked at the man who had
confronted him with an air of dogged de
' fiance.
"I didn't know what you meant at the
minute," he said, pale to the lips; "1
thought it was something else. I don't
know anything about Tom White's affair
that was the poachers' doing."
Mr. Hastings did not answer for the
moment; but his eyes were fixed on Fen
ner's face. The miserable coward took
courage from his opponent's silence, and
tried to force a sneer.
"I suppose you thought to trump up
some lie against me," he continued; "but
a fine gentleman's word isn't quite enough
in these days to transport an honest
man." -
"No," acquiesced Errol, quietly; "it
wants proof."
"Yes," echoed Fenner, "it wants praof."
"Shall I give it first to you or the mag
istrates?" asked Mr. Hastings, coolly.
"I know nothing about it:- it's a trumped-up
lie. I defy you!" cried the farmer,
savagely.
Mr. Hastings' kept his temper admira
bly; he did not even raise his voice.
"Stop a moment," he said. "I have
something to tell you; if any of my details
are wrong, yon can correct me. The
gamekeeper, White, had a very pretty
sister called ophy, who was a seam
stress, and worked for your mother."
Fenner started uneasily.
"You promised to marry her," proceed
ed Etrol, coldly. "She appealed to you to
keep your word, and you laughed in her
face. She turned in her misery to her
brother, and he met yon and thrashed
you in the lanes. Is it not so?""
Fenner's teeth chattered, but he ddi not
speak.
"You told no one of your meeting,"
Errol went on, "but you remained in bed,
and said you had an attack of rheuma
tism. One day when you knew White
would pass a lone - through the :. Holton
woods, you hid yourself,, with your gun,
and waited for him."
The wretch was brought to bay at last,
through the information which Hawkins
had imparted to Errol.
"Have mercy on me, sir!" he gasped,
almost inarticulately. "I'll do anything
you tell me."
"Sit down on that chair, then," said
Mr. Hastings, sternly, "and copy what
is on that piece of paper."
Fenner walked trembling to the table,
and sat down. His hand shook so that
he could scarcely" hold the pen that was
thrust into it.' He leaned back for a mo
ment,' wiped the cold sweat from his
brow, and began:
"I apologize to you. Miss Eyre, for the
anxiety and annoyance I have caused you,
and I solemnly swear never again from
this time to -molest or injure yon in any
way, either by word or deed.
"THOMAS FENNER."
"I have just one word of caution to give
yon before you go," said Errol," in a
quick, rasping tone of contempt. "The
wisest thing you can do is to be off from
these parts as soon as you can settle your
affairs. I am not the only person who
knows the cowardly assassin of poor
White, and as long as any trace of you
is left you are at his mercy and mine.
And now, you spying,- murderous hound,
begone, while I still have power to re
strain myself from kicking you out of the
house!"
(To be continued.)
Cormorants as Signals.
An Incident of a peculiar nature oc
curred recently at the Bell Rock Light
house, says the Scotsman. At 11 one
night the keeper on watch was startled
by the sound of a steamer's whistle in
close proximity to the rock. On going
out on the balcony the steam tug
Alexandria of Arbroath was observed
in the clear moonlight within hailing
distance.
A strong westerly wind and the beat
of the sea against the base of the tow
er made conversation somewhat diffi
cult, but it was understood, that the
tug had been sent out from A'rbroati
in response to signals which were re
ported to have been shown from the
rock that day. On being assured that
all was well, and as no landing could
be effected at the time, the tug return
ed to Arbroath.
The solution of the mystery is as fol
lows: When signals are made from the
rock, two-foot disks ' are run out on
poles, which project horizontally from
either side of the balcony. Daily ob
servations are taken by the keeper on
shore duty in Arbroath (a distance of
twelve miles from the rock) by the
aid of a powerful telescope, and what
appeared to him to be two disks on the
southwest pole, which mean "Send
boat immediately," were in reality two
cormorants, which, tired out at fishing,
had made the signal pole a resting
place.
Near 1'tmnsrh.
,Teacher Now, Susie, you may con
struct a sentence in which the word
literary" occurs.
Susie (after much thought) Little
Willie's hands weie literary black with
dirt. Philadelphia Press.
The Greeks, after exercising, always
annointed their bodies with perfumed
oil, sometimes performing this anoint
ing three or four times a day.
MANY ATTRACTIONS FOR POLITICIANS
IN POSITION OF UNITED STATES SENATOR.
J
J. INGALLS, of Kansas, once stated that the office of United States
Senator was the most attractive post under the government the su
preme prize of American politics the Presidency not excepted. Mr.
Ingalls was not the only man who held that opinion. In the cloak
room of. the Senate a few days ago the
such a desirable position were subject of an animated discussion between
a group of Senators.
"One of the reasons that the office is so much sought after," said a
Western Senator, "is that its comparative fixity of tenure gives service in
the upper branch, of Congress a powerful charm for men of ambition. Its
desirability may be inferred from the action of many of the. Legislatures. In
the last few months which have had Senators to elect. Within the last few
weeks Piatt, of New York; Fairbanks, of Indiana; Spooner, of Wisconsin;
Teller, of Colorado; Piatt, of Connecticut, and Allison, of Iowa, were re
elected for the term beginning this year.
"The only instance known of a man resigning his seat In the Senate to
enter the House was that furnished by Henry Clay. The relative attractive
ness of the two branches of Congress has radically changed since that time,
however, and there are several reasons why the post of a Senator is far more
desirable than that of a Representative, although the salary is no greater.
"The post of Senator carries with it a social prestige which is wanting In
that of a Representative." The term Is much longer, the chamber Is smaller,
and, therefore, each of its members is able to command a greater share of
the country's attention than falls to the lot of the average Representative.
In addition to this the "scope of the Senate's activity because of its power
over treaties and Presidential nominations is broader than that of the
house; it has been able to usurp, through its power of amendment, the pre
rogative primarily belonging to the House of originating revenue bills, and
the freedom of debate which it enjoys gives a chance for all of Its members
to assert themselres. Perhaps "this is one of the reasons why lawyers of
the first rank, like Senator Daniel, of Virginia, and Spooner, of Wisconsin,
enjoying a lucrative practice in their respective States, have been willing
to give up their large private income to accept a seat in the Senate, which
pays but a small fraction of the money they could undoubtedly earn on the
outside. 'it
"It may also -account for the fact that men of the very highest talent
and reputation have been anxious to accept Senatorial honors in cases where
their private income is sufficient to place them above the ordinary struggles
of life." Louisville Courier-Journal.
A MINGLING OF DELICATE
EFFECTS IN THE
A mingling of delicate and austere
over linen collars which are ornamented with embroidered or woven-in dots
In white or color and a single or double
-Other linen turnojir collars come inncompromlslng plainness. ' Some of the
- models have a perpendicular buttonhole near the edge of eaeh flap in front.
" Through these buttonholes a link clasp Is slipped. Low rolling Byron collars
are popular for sporting costumes, as they permit perfect freedom for the
throat and at the same time have a neat, trim appearance. A linen collar
which has attained popularity in Paris is a stiff, clerical band, fastening with
two studs at the back. The scarf is tied about the base of the collar. The
tie which is, as a rule, worn w ith the
silk crape or the new linen gauze.
There are. indeed, comparatively few stiff mannish ties to wear with linen
collars. Even ascots are softly crossed or the ends merely looped over each
other. The Windsor tie, with its loose,
NO RACE SUICIDE
MR. AND MRS. OSCAR WEBER AND CHILDREN.
Oscar Weber, of Atlantic City, proves his belief in the "Rooseveltan the
ory" by striving to pound out a living as a cabinet maker for a family of
thirteen children, ten of whom are boys. By strict attention to detail and
indomitable ambition Weber has succeeded in giving all of them educational
advantages and none of them has gone to bed hungry. The oldest child
has reached the adanced age of 25, and the youngest is half past three.
Weber was born in Saxony and his wife is a Bohemian, but neither of
them is worrying on that account. In fact they are both well satisfied with
the institutions of their adopted country. The accompanying picture of the
family is a chip shy, as one child was away from home when the camera
was trained on the group. 5
No Street Car Seats for Her.
"Lots of funny things happen right
along on these cars," said a conductor
on the Fourteenth street line to a pas
senger, one day last week., "See the
large woman standing insida?" he con
tinued, using his Index finger.- "Well,
she boarded my car at the Treasury,
and unless somebody leaves the car
I'm of the opinion she'll be standing
when we reach Mount Pleasant, and
all for her treatment of a poor, timid
little man who failed to resign his seat
to her, a space that she could not have
occupied to save her life, and she knew
It: but some women, in oraer to mane
men occupying seats feel uncomforta
ble, will do anything from smother
ing' them with their aggressive bundles
down to standing on their feet, all of
which this woman had tortured the lit
tle man with, and she finally was the
cause of sending the whole car into
roars of laughter. With the woman,
standing in front of him and swinging
on to a strap, the little man tried to get
up, and, as the large woman thought,
to offer her his seat at last. Quite loud
enough for every one to hear, she said,
with complete satisfaction and in a tone
calculated .to freeze anything: Oh, : I
insist that you keep your seat, sir. I
have stood for ten squares, and I guess
1 can stand the rest of the way, and
he was fairly shoved back Into his seat.
Very soon he tried to get up again. 'I
reasons why the office of Senator was
AND AUSTERE
HIGH TURN-OVER COLLARS
effects shows in the new high turn
row of hemstitching about the edges.
stiff linen collar is the long scarf of soft
Long scrafs are the prevailing neckties.
free bow or soft knot, is a favorite,
IN THIS FAMILY.
explained to you, sir, that I am per
fectly able to stand, and would not
have your seat.'
" 'But,' cried the little man, 'I want
to get off,' and everybody laughed bat
the large woman." Washington Post.
Stockings.
How many readers are familiar with
the history and origin of the most
common articles they daily use? -We
eat, drink, wear without thinking
whence or wherefore. Stockings were
known among the Romans more than
1,800 years ago, as is proved by paint
ings found in the ruins of Pompeii.
They were considered more ornamental
than useful. In the colder climate of
northern Europe they became a neces
sity, and the manufacture of them be
came a recognized employment in the
twelfth century, when they were fash
ioned chiefly of cloth. In the reign of
Edward II. they assumed a resem
blance of those now worn. At the
courts of Spain and Italy they were
fashioned of silk and were made enor
mously large.
Indiana Men Are Tallest.
The men of Indiana are taller than
those of any other . State or nation in
the world. This is shown by army rec
ords. . -.'
Does a little appreciation spoil you?
It spoils most people.
Cleaning; Time.
Gird yourselves with gingham aprons, O
ye women of the land;
Pin your skirts to clear your shoe tops,
take the scrubbing brush in hand.
Boil up alkaljne infusions, turn the whole
house upside down,
Slop the floors with soap and water,
heedless of your husbands frown,
Yank up carpets, rugs and matting, jerk
the pictures from the walls,
Have your pails of suds where we can
stumble o'er them in the halls,
Pile the stairs till they are worse than
any Alpine steeps to climb, "
Have the regular old picnic incident to
cleaning time.
Fill the bathtub with umbrellas, books
and shoes and bric-a-brac,
Heap upon the grand piano kitchen
dishes in a stack.
Set the dinner on the mantel, though
there's little time to eat;
See that every one who enters wipes with
care his muddy feet;
Keep the windows all wide open as you
ply the mop and broom,
Have a hot and steamy vapor permeat
ing every room,
Swab and scrub and splash and spatter
in your fight with winter grime.
Revel in the moist discomfort incident to
cleaning time.
Have the men with whitewash brushes
spread the tinted calcimine,
Ta'se all necessary bedding out and air
it on the line,
Have the furniture revarnished till the
odor makes one faint,
See that all the woodwork glistens with
a ,coat of shining paint;
Don't have anything to sit on, sleep on,
eat on; also frown
When you hear a meek suggestion as to
"some hotel down town";
Let the masculine complainer know it's
nothing short of crime
Not to make one's life a burden In the
glad spring cleaning time.
Utica Globe.
Woman with the 8 mile.
Nothing Is more beautiful than a
woman, and the most beautiful woman
is the cheery, perpetually pleased
woman who smiles constantly and
who looks at you Inquiringly when she
meets you on the street.
There is, perhaps, nothing more ex
quisitely painful and cordially humili
ating to a man than to be told by a
member of the fair sex: '"I bowed to
you on the street , two or three. times
lately and ' you " would - not', speak to
me." Young men do not mind this
much, and they are seldom chlded for
such a churlish delinquency, but men
who are a trifle grizzled and who rush
to the barber shop frequently to be
shaved not because the stubble is
more irritating than formerly, but be
cause it Is gray; and a gray stubble
is a tattle-tale feel that their native
gallantry has been impeached by the
infirmities of advancing years. Not
one in ten of these men can recognize
a xwoman on the street, or could rec
ognize bis own wife, did she of his
heart and home change the manner of
dressing her hair, wear a bit of un
usual color or exploit a ribbon or a
rose in some unwonted fashion. The
result is that he is continually in mis
ery, bowing and scraping to women
whom he does not know and who do
not know him, and ignoring the salu
tatlons of women whom he knows and
who are his friends.
It would be a 'great blessing if the
woman Who smiles would refrain from
doing so at long range and adopt the
old revolutionary method of reserving
her fire until she "can see the white of
the enemy's eyes." Men are not as
highly sensitized and delicately ad
justable as a Marconi instrument, and
when a smile is sent scurrying through
space every son of man reaches for it
and tries to get a strangle or half-
Nelson hold on it. Memphis Commer
cial Appeal.-
Befunea to Marry J. V. Tonne.
Because he is the father of a mur
derer. Miss Lillian Judge has broken
her engagement with John W. Young,
e 1 d e st. surviving
son of Brigham
Young, and re
cently elected an
elder in the Mor
mon church. Miss
Judge is a New
York girl. She em- j
braced the Mor
mon faith, and all
was well between
her and the man
she promised to
marry until his
KISS JUDGE.
son "was convicted of murdering Mrs.
Pullltzer. Then she called the engage
ment off.
What One Clever Woman la DointE.'
There seems to be no limit in these
modern days to what woman may do.
In South Boston there Is a woman
who owns and controls a chain of nine
weekly papers, supplying smaller New
England cities with leisure reading.
Five years ago this woman had never
seen the inside of a newspaper .office.
At that time she invested in five pa
pers at the- advice of a young man
who had supreme confidence in him
self as an all-round newspaper man
and controller of a syndicate. The re
sult not justifying his' confidence, col
lapse seemed Imminent, when this re
sourceful woman herself stepped to
the fore. The peculiar feature of her
management Is that Bhe employs only
girls on these papers. Man never ap
pears in connection with them, save as
subscriber or advertiser. Her workers
are often a young as 17, and she nev
er engages anyone over 21, her Idea
being to secure optimistic, fresh -and
cheery views of life in her sheets an2
to avoid the work of women with "set
ways" which might be difficult to "un
learn. These "girl graduates," as
most of them are, are sent forth in
search of news, and rapidly learn to
become newspaper women. The pro
prietor herself writes and signs all
editorials. Her papers are not dis
tinctively papers for women that is,
they do not confine themselves exclu
sively to women's news but they have
the Interests of women more particu
larly in view.
Health and Beauty Hints.
If an Insect of any description gets
into the ear, fill It with a teaspoonful
of either warm water or sweet oil.
This will have a tendency to float the
foreign substance out of the ear.
' Camphor Is a most useful deodorizer
for a sickroom. Place a lump of it in
an old saucer, and when it is required
apply to it a red-hot poker. The funie s
that arise will give the room a pleasant
freshness, 1
Vinegar, as is well known, prevents
discoloration. Bathe a bruise with
vinegar as Boon as the accident hap
pens. If it can be kept in place lay
a cloth soaked in vinegar over the In
jury i moistening it as it dries, and
there will be little if any discolora
tion. When poaching eggs for a sick per
son use milk instead rt water, as the
milk gives them a more delicate flavor.
If you beat an egg to a froth. with the
addition of a little milk and . then
scramble it In a very hot pan It will
be very delicate and digestible.
Scrambled eggs should never stand be
fore being served, as they toughen and
become Indigestible.
To remove stain from the neck
caused by wearing a black ribbon
bathe the neck in water containing
powdered borax about a tablespoonful
to two quarts of water. Rinse with
clear water and dry; then wipe the
neck with a cloth dipped in a lotion
made of one ounce of acetic acid, two
ounces of glycerine and three ounces
of rose water. If several applications
do not help bathe the neck with three
parts of lemon juice and one part
water.
- American Girl Honored. '.,'1 , ,
Miss Violet Langham, who is Just
now the center' of a discussion which
has arisen in diplomatic circles by rea-
TTZTl son of her name
having been pub
lished by the State
Department as a
member of the
German legation,
Is a sister of the
wife of Baron
Speck von Stern
burg, who suc
ceeded Herr von
Holleben as Ger-
mis8 langham. man ambassador
to Washington. Baroness von Stern
burg and Miss Langham are both na
tives of this country, though their
father, Mr. Charles Langham, was an
Englishman. Their mother was a Miss
Duffield, daughter of Judge John Duf
fleld, of Chicago, and both girls were
born in California. -
Humor in the Family.
Good humor is rightly reckoned a
most valuable aid to happy home life.
An equally good and useful faculty Is
a sense of humor or the capacity to
have a little amusement along with the
humdrum cares and work of life. We
all know how it brigthens up things
generally to have a lively, witty com
panion who sees the ridiculous point
of things, and who can turn an annoy
ance into an occasion for laughter. It
does a great deal better to laugh over
some domestic mishaps than to cry or
scold over them. It is well to turn off
an impatient question sometimes, and
to regard it from a humorous point of
view, instead of becoming irritated
about it. "Wife, what is the reason
can never find a clean shirt?" ex
claimed a good but rather impatient
husband, after rummaging all through
the wrong -drawer. His wife looked
at him steadily for a moment, half
inclined to be provoked; then, with a
comical look, she said: "I never could
guess conundrums; I give it up." Then
he laughed, and they both laughed,
and she went and got his shirt, and he
felt ashamed of himself and kissed
her, and then she felt happy; and so
what might have been an occasion for
unkind feelings and hard words be
came just the contrary, all through the
little vein of humor that cropped out
to the surface. Laughter Is better
than tears. Let us have a little more
of it at home.
To Create a Home.
Six things are requisite to create a
home. Integrity must be the architect,
and tidiness the upholsterer. It must
be warmed by love and lighted with
cheerfulness, and an honest purpose
must be the ventilation, renewing the
atmosphere, and bringing in fresh sa
lubrity day by day, while over all as a
protecting glory, nothing will suffice
except' the blessing of God.
To Fave Your Stocking..
To save your stockings, sew a -piece
of chamois leather on the inside of the
heel of your shoe. This" will prevent It
rubbing the stocking, and so delay the
appearance of those dreaded holes.
Mining enterprises and limited com
panies are now taxed 2 per cent of
their net profits in Bolivia. (
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