GAZETTE
SEMI-WEEKUY,
2EtS& (Consolidated Feb., .1899.
CORVALIilS, BENTON COUNTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, JUNE 30, 1903.
VOL. IV. NO. 10.
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CHAPTER VIII. tContinued.)
A sharp pang of annoyance shot across
Flora Champion as she saw Lord Harold
bending over her cousin. She had ex
pected to find Winifred awkward and
ill-dressed, and here she was, perfectly
at her ease, and elegantly dressed. It
. was in Miss Champions heart to treat
her with slighting disdain, but Lady
Grace was there, and she could not for
get her good breeding to gratify her
spleen. So she walked straight up to
where her cousin was sitting and held
'"' out' her hand, as though there had never
been anything else but the most cousinly
friendship between them.
"How do you do? Did you liave a
pleasant drive from Hurst?"
"Delightful," said Winifred, recovering
herself. "Mrs. Champion was kind enough
to send me in her carriage, although she
,' was prevented coming herself. She sent
a message, through me to you that Sir
Howard was rather unwelL and she did
not like to leave him, but she hopes to
drive over early next week,"
"I trust there is nothing serious the
matter with grandpapa," exclaimed Miss
Champion, feigning interest.
"Nothing more than: a severe cold."
At this juncture in came pretty Miss
Alton, and on Lady Grace introducing
' her to Miss Eyre, she sat down beside
ber and spoke in such a pleasant, win
. ning way that Winifred thought her the
prettiest, sweetest little creature she had
ever seen. And then the other guests
' came in, and were introducrd to her in
- turn; and when dinner was announced,
Sir Clayton gave her his arm and led her
into the dining room. Miss Champion's
lip was curled contemptuously, but Win
ifred was deeply touched by the kind con
sideration of her amiable hostess. She
1 was a little shy at first with Sir Clay
ton, but he talked so pleasantly to her,
and his manner was so reassuring that
she soon felt at. her ease. - And then af
t, i ter dinner Miss Alton came and sat be
side her, and chatted to her of their af
ternoon excursion, and the picnic that
was arranged for the following day.
When the gentlemen came in, Winifred
, felt no longer shy; she was thoroughly
J enjoying her first glimpse of the world.
t Mr. Clayton came up and carried Miss
' Alton away, to the piano,, and Lord Har
old went over-to Miss Champion, "Wini-
- f red took the opportunity of ' looking'
aroune at the different faces. '
: There was a handsome, melancholy
looking man, who attracted her attention
in particular. He had come in late, and
was the' only person who had not been
' introduced to her. ' He was sitting alone
. near the piano, watching Miss Alton,
Winifred thought, with a tender, almost
ead interest, as she sang her brilliant
French chansonette. The little fairy had
. thrown him her gloves and fan, in that
careless,, peremptory way women often
use to men who they know love them
and he held them gently and reverently.
Mr. Clayton frowned as he saw the ges
ture, then he turned away to the piano
and began arranging themusic.
When Miss . Alton had finished her
eong she moved back to her place beside
' Winifred on the sofa. Mr. Clayton walk
ed up to Col. d'Aguilar.
, ; "I must troubel you for Miss Alton's
fan and gloves," he sajd, nonchalantly.
"I will 'give them to her myself," Col.
d'Aguilar said, coldly, rising.
Mr. Clayton turned away with a scowl,
that reminded Winifred painfully of Mr.
Fenner. -
"Miss Alton," said Col. d'Aguilar,
'have you forgotten that you intrusted
f your property to my care?"
'" "Oh! my fan' and gloves," she exclaim
ed, "thank you, I did not remember them;
the-fact' is, I was so anxious to return
to my new acquaintance that I forgot
yon. But I will make amends for my
,; neglect by sharing my pleasure, with you.
. Miss Eyre Col. d'Aguilar.". And she
made room for him on the sofa beside her,
"greatly to Mr.' Clayton's annoyance, who
. began to talk to Miss Eyre assiduously.
, , Winifred did not dislike him so much
when he was talking: his conversation
was certainly amusing, and he told her
a great deal about Parisian society that
' she found extremely entertaining. ' It was
only now and then, when she remarked
the malicious, ugly scowl that crossed
; his face when he glanced toward Miss
Alton and Col. d'Aguilar, that she remem-
bereoV her' 'instinctive repulsion for him.
As the days passed Flora Champion
became very noeasy,-and not. without rea
son. sn aaa xearea it rrom tne nrst,
and now there was no possibility of
doubting that Lord Harold Erskine was
transferring his allegiance from her to
her cousin. She detested Winifred, as
only a woman can hate a rival who sup
plants her. A stinging innuendo, a point-
. ed sarcasm, at times betrayed her feel
ings, but as a rule she had too much tact
to indulge her, angry malice. Now and
- then came an opportunity she could not
resist. One day at lunch, Lady . Grace
was speaking of Mr. Hastings.
"I regret so much," she said to Miss
Vance "that we have lost such a charm
. tag neighbor as Mr. Hastings promised
- to be. His sudden departure is 'a com
plete mystery to every one."
"We quite thought he intended to live
permanently at the Court," answered
I Miss Vance. - "It appears he made the
most complete arrangements for doing so.
All his horses are still there, and I have
not heard of the servants being dismiss
ed. A friend of his is staying there now,
playing host to a party of gentlemen.
What reason did he assign for his sud-
' den departure?" ,
"In a note I received from him a few
days before be left he said he could not
as yet accustom himself to a quiet coun-
i try life, and felt a longing for the excite
ment of foreign travel. But I cannot
bring myself to think that was anything
more than an excuse, which he thought
(simple enough to repel further question
ing. I wish," Lady Grace continued, turn
big to Winifred, "that you could have met
the gentleman we are speaking of, you
would Jiave. -liked him so much. He is
'" Hot oaly siDgnlarly handsomeuhagja,
11.1.1a .lalaaaJAfcfciC
A FARMER'S
DAUGHTER.
.fl?.S. FORRESTER.
peculiar fascination of manner that ren
ders him a general favorite. Perhaps
some day he will return, and I shall have
an opportunity of introducing him to
you."
Winifred bent down her head in silence.
Miss Champion looked up, and a glance
of malicious light shot from her cold, blue
eyes.
"An introduction between such inti
mate friends would scarcely be neces
sary," she remarked in her clear voice,
that was heard from one end of the long
table to the other. I should think Miss
Eyre and Mr. Hastings would be greatly
amused at such a fonmaiity, after their
rambles in the Hazell woods."
The crimson blood dyed Winifred's
cheeks until tears of mortification stood
in her eyes. Poor child! she was not yet
sufficiently used to the way of the world,
to parry such cruel shafts. But Lord
Harold stood by her friend.
"That was hardly fair of you, Miss
Champion," he said, coolly, "to take the
words out of your cousin's mouth. I
wish Miss Eyre could hav heard the
flattering speech Hastings made about
her once, before a room full of young la
dies; they were awfully jealous of it."
One vivid glance of thanks shot from
under Winifred's long lashes; Lord Har
old, seeing it, was rewarded. Miss Cham
pion noted it, too, and was bitterly an
gered. But she smiled sweetly as she
said:
"Miss Eyre will scarcely thank you
for your hasty championship. Your words
almost seem to accuse ..me of betraying
something she wished ' to conceal."
And laughing still, she walked to the
window, bitterly conscious that she had
ruined her last chance with Lord Harold.
That same evening Miss Alton dismiss
ed her maid, and betook herself to brush
her pretty hair in Winifred's room; for
whom she had conceived a violent fancy.
"I'm sure you're not tired!" she ex
claimed, as she was admitted, in answer
to her summons; "and I 'want to have a
chat with you."
"No, I am not tired, at all," Winifred
answered; "and I think there's no time
for talking like this, when one has a sort
of a guilty feeling that one ought to be
in bed."
: !;Wellthen exclaimed- Fee, laughing!
"let's be prepared to do without our beau
ty sleep for once and begin. I am going
to call you Winifred, and you must call
me Fee no one ever thinks of saying
Marion. - Not that I approve of people
calling each other by their Christian
names as a rule," rattled .on the little
fairy, "because it leads to familiarity, and
familiarity, we are wisely told, breeds
contempt. It's the greatest mistake to
be too intimate people are sure to quar
rel; but I don't think we shall; so, if you
do not mind, let it be Winifred and Fee."
In which arrangement Miss .Eyre con
curred heartily.
"And now I want to confide in you,"
continued Fee, ".because I am the most
miserable creature in the world, and 1
i want advice, and I know you are good
' and- sensible. Don't be offended," she
' went on in her quick, droll way; "I don't
mean anything disparaging by saying you
are sensible. I know it's generally con
sidered an odious trait in young people to
be sensible; but you couldn't be anything
that wasn't nice, because you are so pret
ty and clever. I want to talk to you about
Col. d'Aguilar and Mr. Clayton. Which
do you like the most?"
"You cannot ask me such a question
seriously!" exclaimed Winifred. "At all
events, you cannot have any doubt as to
my answer.
"Then you don't like Mr. Clayton?"
"Indeed I do not," replied Winifred,
earnestly. "He seems to 'have a cynical
disbelief in good, a sneering mistrust of
kind actions, that never goes with a good
or benevolent nature. I would rather
die ten thousand times over than come to
suspect every thought and action of tne
people I lived with."
"I know what you say of Francis
Clayton to be true; I despise him in my
heart. I have not a shadow of hope that
I shall ever approach to a feeling of love
for him. ' He is malicious he is cruel
he is revengeful. And yet, knowing all
this, it will not hinder me from selling
myself to him if he cares to buy me. I
think he will. I think if it were only to
triumph over Col. d'Aguilar he would
marry me. Winifred, do you know I love
that man with all my heart with all the
love of which a poor, vain, frivolous na
ture like mine is capable? and yet I can
not sacrifice society and fashion for his
sake. I wonder why all the men who
are worth loving are poor?"
"You would give up such a man as
Col. d'Aguilar and take Mr. Clayton,
for the sake of his money?"
Fee nodded her head.
"Yes, so would you if you had led my
life, and been brought up as I have been.
What can I do?" and she stamped her
foot impatiently; "I have no money; my"
aunt has none to give me. Col. d'Aguilar
has only a pittance barely sufficient for
himself. Riches, they say, cannot give
love or happiness; but poverty can take
away one and destroy the other. I have
no other alternative."
"Dear Miss Alton,", said Winifred, "I
beg of you with all my heart to think well
before you make up your mind to marry
a man like this Mr. Clayton. Think what
it must be to spend the best part of your
life with a man you cannot love a man
you might perhaps get to hate!"
Fee laughed a little unnatural laugh,
and put her fingers to her ears. .
"Hush!" she said; "do not talk in that
way. I know all you can say. After all,
wh k"ws? Mr. Clayton may never do
me the honor to propose to me, and then
how foolish I shall look! Good-night,
cherie kiss me once more. Good-night.'
And the little fairy tripped off to her own
room. - .
CHAPTER IX.
And yet the very next night Fee tap
ped at Winifred's door, and when it was
opened she went quickly in, and, throw-
Winifred was fairly distressed ; great
drops welled into her eyes for sympathy.
"Don't cry, dear Fee what is it V what
ails your
It was startling to see the gay, insou
ciante little fairy, in such a plight.
"Oh, Winifred, I - am so miserable I
hate myself!"
Winifred guessed the rest.
"You have not consented. Fee? yo
are not going to marry Mr. Clayton?"
"Yes, I am."
"Oh, Fee, how could you? you cannot
like him."
"What is the use of talking like that?"
Miss Alton cried, with feverish petulaace.
"Why don't you congratulate met it is
a splendid match."
"I love you, Fee. I cannot deceive you.
If you do not care for him and you
cannot love a man like that all his money
will not make you happy."
Winifred went sorrowfully to bed, for
she loved the frivolous, worldly little crea
ture dearly.
Mr. Clayton's reflections were tolerably
satisfactory, as he smoked his Spanish
cigarette after the ladies had retired.
"Though after all," he muttered, "I
am not quite sure the game's worth the
candle. Of course fellows will laugh at
my being caught, after all I've said about,
the 'happy state.' They won't give me
credit for being caught 'with intention.'
I wish d'Aguilar was here, but I suppose
he won't be in until very late."
Just (bout ofte okilocfc Col. fl'Aguilar,
who had been away on a dinner invita
tion, came in, in high good humor and
spirits.
"We have had a charming evening,"
he said, in answer to a question from
Capt. Culloden. "Some very jolly fel
lows there, and I was greatly tempted to
stay the night, as they asked me. How
ever, as I had said nothing About it to
Lady Grace Farquhar, I was afraid of
committing a breach of good manners by
remaining. Arthur le Marchant had driv
en over from Hazell Court a rare good
fellow he is, too, the very life of a party."
"Did he say anything about Hastings?"
inquired Reginald Champion.
"I think he mentioned the name of
Hastings. If I recollect rightly it was
something in connection with a. yacht in
Constantinople."
"I am sorry Hastings took it into his
head to leave England." interposed Lord
Harold Erskine. "He was one of the
nicest, most gentlemanly fellows I ever
met with. He entertained us in a prince
ly way at the Court last month."
"Hastings?" remarked Francis Clay
ton, interrogatively. "I seem to know the
name. By the way, Erskine, was not
that the man Miss Champion accused
Miss Eyre of being so much in the woods
with?"
Lord Harold colored with passion. .
"I presume they were only together
just as d'Aguilar and Miss Alton might
have been in the park this afternoon."
"Ah!" said Francis Clayton, quietly.
but with his most disagreeable smile,
"vLet. those laugh who-vriir? Is aeapltai
maxim. But you've hot congratulated me
yet, any of you."
Col d'Aguilar grew very pale; the
hand that was on the back of his chair
trembled. . -
"I am no hypocrite," he. said, quietly,
but with a curious ring in his voice. "I
cannot wish you happiness when I know
it entails her misery." And amidst a
dead silence he left the room.
Before the party assembled at break
fast the following morning he had left
Endon Vale. '
(To be continued. -
INSECT VANDALS.
Tropical And that Ravage the Conn
trx Lie a Fire.
The Huns and Vandals of the insect
world are undoubtedly the marching
army ants. In tropical countries every
thing falls before these invaders; they
leave nothing but ruin behind them. The
author of "Tangweera" gives this de
scription of them:
I have never found where these ants
lie concealed when not engaged in for
aging; but two or three times in the
year,, just before or after heavy rain,
they come out of the forest in millions,
advancing in a solid column, which
may cover ari acre of ground. - Some
times the column may separate in divis
ions, one going in one direction, one in
another. Each travels In a fixed direc
tion, in which It is guided by the guards,
distinguished by enormous heads and
threatening mandibles, who march
ahead of the main body, as if to recon
noiter the ground.
The army follows after its officers,
and rummages everything as it ad
vances. Some swarm up the trees to
considerable heights, searching in all
the cracks of the bark, or among para
sitical plants. Every falleto or hollow
log and every stone Is carefully in
spected. They destroy as if a fire had passed
over the ground. Snails, beetles, butter
flies, slugs, spidecs, caterpillars, scor
pions, centipedes everything is de-l
voured. Wasps' nests are rifled of the
grubs; birds are driven from their nests
and the young ones eaten up. Fortu
nately, few birds lay in the riany sea
son, but occasionally incursions of the
army take place before the rains, when
the birds are rearing their young. I
have seen lizards eight inches Ions
writhing, lashing the tail, rolling overJ
ana over, covered with ants which soob
mastered and devoured them.
Twice in the middle of the nieht we
have been roused by. such Invasions of
the marching army ants, and had to
oilo, iuu uau io:i had witn your motner tne summer
rush out of the house and wait till the j after we were married," continued Mr.
foray was over. But we were consoled potter. "I wanted to spend six, weeks
by their leaving us a clean house, for at Saratoga, and your mother preferred
the ants search the thatch throuffh and i the time in takinsr a trln
lurousu, piunaer tne wasps' nests which
line our eaves, and drag from hiding
every iizara, cockroach and spider.
The Embarrassed Whale.
"I do not mind the notoriety so
much," soliloquized the whale, after it
had left Jonah on the beach, "but those
smart young whales in our set will b
sure to always be asking me to take
something for the inner man,-or to go
spouting around about how hard it is
to keep a good man down." Baltimore
American... " '
Hen Peck I want to sue for a di-.
vorce. Lawyer Has" your wife left
GLORY OF THE GRADUATING GIRL
READING HER
Si
" HH was -on the. platform reading
ber essay. She looked as It the
had just stepped out of a lower
J Ded. In her cheeks the carnation
had left Its glow and her Hps had
robbed the roses. She was a healthy,
fragrant, glowing, American girl, of a
type that we love and protect and
honor. f
- Her essay or oration? Something
that told of throbbing hope and ambi
tion and rosy skies. Hard knocks are
few In the chrysalis period. Why
shouldn't this graduation girl for a
time believe In the entire goodness of
the world; believe in perpetual sun
shine? The band plays raggy music
for her now; her pulses quicken and
she is happyr It Is well. Why should
she know that further down the path
there are no flowers, the bands do not
play and the clouds often shut out the
sun?
Let her have her good times, this
Graduation Girl,. Let her glory in her
triumphs and be proud of her attain
ments. There can never be too much
happiness in the world; there is always
too much sorrow.
Down in the front row ar father
and mother, a man and woman who have toiled and suffered and borne much.
It is the common lot. It puts deep care lines into faces, and sometimes it
wrinkles hearts, but not always.
If yon will look closely you will see that that old couple have just one
object in life the girl. She is of their blood. She is slipping away from
them as thel years go by,, and often the mother cries silently because of
sorrow that is too deep for words. She-is proud of her Graduation Girl, but
her arms are empty, and there Is an ache In her heart for the baby that has
blossomed into a woman. Men love deeply and truly, but there is a holy
affection that is denied them. Mothers know it mothers only.
The essay! To those old folks It represents the climax of wisdom, the
culmination $f learning. The wbrds flow like music, and there Is a hymn
in every paragraph. True affection wears rose-colored glasses, you know.
- And thenjwhen It Is all over, a queen goes to her home. She seems just
a little bit higher and holler than any other girl, does this graduation daugh
ter, and she talks to father about It, and to mother, and her eyes shine,
there is a sob In her throat, and she discovers, all at once, that It wasn't
the applause of the great world she yearned for, but the grand appreciation
of an old man and an old woman; not so much a desire for fame anT a
career as to Justify their wonderful faith in her ability.
There you have the story of a great many graduation days. ' They are a
finei institution, and they contain much of education not found in books.
Des Moines News. ' '
FORT WASHINGTON HAS
STRONGHOLD
EVERAL months ago a Washington man, who takes a deep' interest J
ln local history, read a" paper before the Columbia Historical Society in
J);
which he drew attention to
sailed up the Potomac in the
of Maryland, the first village of any
was that of the Piscataway Indians, located on the present site of Fort
Washington. It was at this point that tiio Indians made a hostile demon
stration against Calvert, who, by his tact, coolness and judgment, man
aged, however, to pacify the savages and bring them to terms. He showed,
further, tbat the strategic value and Importance of the' rising ground on
which Fort Washington now stands was recognized by the American Indians
long before, the advent of the whites in this country, in proof of which
he cited numerous extracts and passages from old writers, showing that,
at the time of the settlement of Maryland, it was here that the Plscataways
had their chief stronghold: that it constituted a sort of rude fort, from
which they defied heir enemies, the surrounding tribes of Delaware and
Powhatans, and that it was here that they gathered in gleat numbers to
stay the advance of Lord Calvert up the Potomac River.
The fact that men think and act pretty much the same in all ages and
countries, an anthropological truth only realized of late years, is thus
strikingly exemplified in Fort Washington, and, of late, certain things have
come to light, not only confirming the statement that the Indians recognized
the military importance of the Fort Washington site, but that even paleolithic
man was alive to its value as a location both for defense and offense. Dur
ing the last month the officer in command at the fort awarded the contract
for the leveling of a considerable area on the bluff top, which It is intended
shall be used, for a parade ground. The contractors and their employes have
now been at work nearly four -weeks, and in that period hardly a day has
passed in which they have not found grounds for surprise and wonder at
the unusually large number of flint arrow-heads, stone hammers and ax-
heads that are unearthed by the steam plow and the picks of the workmen.
The evidence Is clear that far back in the stone age the dwellers along the
Potomac recognized the value of the site as a place of offense and defence.
This Is only one of a number of similar instances going to prove that
our modern cities, forts and railroads occupy the sites of towns, forts and
roadways used long prior to the landing of Columbus. Speaking of this
Archer Butler Hulbert, in his recent work entitled "The Historic Highways
of America," says:
"It is very wonderful that the buffalo's Instinct should have found the
very best courses across a continent upon whose thousand rivers such great
black forests were thickly strung. Yet it did, and the tripod of the white
man has proved it; and human intercourse will move constantly on paths
first marked by the buffalo. It is interesting that he found the strategic
passage-way through the mountains; It Is also interesting that the buffalo
marked out the .most practical paths between the heads of our rivers paths
that are closely followed to-day by the Pennsylvania, Baltimore and Ohio,
Chesapeake and Ohio, Cleveland. .Terminal and Valley, Wabash, and other
great roads."
He spoke also of one striking case In point on the Baltimore and Ohio,
between Grafton and Parkersburg, W. Va., where the road follows the old
buffalo trail throughout Its course, and of instances of tunnels where the
trail runs exactly ever the top of the underground passageway.
His Compromise.
Mr. Potter was giving his son a few
words -of fatherly counsel as to bis
treatment of his young wife.
"Now when you have any little dif
ferences of opinion," said Mr. Potter,
in his most judicial manner, "if you
can't persuade Margaret that you are
in the right, you mustcompromise, my
boy, compromise with a good grace."
"I'll try to," said the son, respect
fully. . .
1 well remember a little experience
through Canada. It's thirty odd years
ago, but I well remember the argu
ments we had before I comDromised."
"How did you do it?" asked the son.
"We spent five weeks and a half in
Canada," said Mr. Potter j "and from
Friday night till Monday morning in
Saratoga."
The Boy and the farm, v
Teachers and farmers teach the boys
and girls to be honest and upright in
every sense, but by all means teach
them to work. It won't hurt them to
do a little farm work. Send them to
college if you can: but let's keep all
the college boys and girls on the farm
COMMENCEMENT ESSAY
' 1
THE GIBL GRADUATE.
BEEN USED AS
SINCE PREHISTORIC TIMES
the fact that when Lord Cecil Calvert
"Ark and Dove," with, the first settlers
considerable size which he encountered
interest will be looked after better.
TIT. . fll . -
we. wui nave better schools, better
churches and better society. Insist on
trying to keep the boys on the farm
after they have received their educa
tion. They can keep the farm books
and will lend an air of Intelligence to
the town. We need more educated
people on the farms, when we will
have less boys and girls going to the
cities from the farms.
Clever at Repartee.
"Cholly is so clevah at wepartee!"
exclaimed Clarence.
"Isn't he?" said Reginald. "What's
his latest?"
"A gweat, howwid bwute said to
him, 'You are the biggest fool in this
State,' and Cholly answered wight off,
I don't agwee with you!' "-Cincinnati
Commercial-Tribune.
" An Opinion.1, y
"Well," said Nuritch, who had been
showing Kander through his new
house, "what do you think of the f urn
ishlngs?" "They er show, a great ' deal ol
taste," remarked Kandor.
"Think so?" A '
"Yes, but It's all very bad." Phil
delphia Press.
SoroeropnToH n good cf-org
l
A. Honae-Cleaning- Carol.
The melancholy days have come th
saddest of the year;
The carpet is on the clothesline, and in
cessant whacks we hear;
The bedding's in the kitchen, and the
beds are in the hall.
The pictures are upon the floor while
some one dusts the wall;
We eat cold meat and crackers from
wabbly kitchen chair,
For this is glad housecleaning time
free from toil and care.
The neighbors line their windows and
hasty census take
Of all the bric-a-brac we have, and calcu
lations make
If it was bought with ready cash, or on
the installment plan;
We rescue our provisions from the hasty
garbage man,
And life is gay and careless-like, it makes
one want to roam
j.o me away because the folks are
cleaning bouse at home.
The melancholy days are here the dayi
of soap and brush.
Stove polish daubs the tableware the
bat pie on Wagner's bust
Tiano holds some frying pans the bath
tub s filled with books
The women folks ah! who could tell
who they were by their looks!
Sing hey! The glad housecleaning time
the time of dust and soap!
It is a gladsome sight to see through
big telescope.
Baltimore American.
White Girl Marries a Chinaman.
A few weeks ago Grace Catherine
Williams, a pretty girl of 18, became
the wife of Chan Ah On. a Chinese
student at ' the
Washington night
school in San
Francisco. Later
she was arrested
upon complaint of
her mother, and
accused of vag
rancy. The young
woman . charges
that her marriage
to a Chinese was
brought about by
grace Williams, cruel ' treatment
which was jnflictedup'bn. Jber by, her
mother and brother. She met Chan
Ah On, and he treated her so kindly
that when he asked her to marry him
a week later she consented, tne cere
mony being performed at the Presby
terlan Chinese Mission Home.
She frankly admits that she is not
in love with her husband, but that he
has been good and kind to her and
has been sending her $14 a week since
they were married.
I am willing to live with my hus
band, as he is willing to provide for
me, or I will go to an institution or go
out and work for myself anything ex
cept go back home to my mother and
brother," she said.
The Kjpsaomical Womaa.
"Economical? Oh, yes, a woman is
economical very," grumbled the ill
natured benedict.
"She cuts herself down, to a miserly
luncheon In order to save 10 cents; and
half an hour later spends 60 cents on
a collar she doesn't need because 'it's
so pretty for the price.'
"She walks ten blocks to save 5
cents and then Is so tired and hot that
she spends 10 for a plate of ice cream
"Bhe says she wouldn't think of
getting a new hat this year because
she got one last year, but she pays one
and a half times the price of a new
one to have her old one fetched up to
date.
"She darns and darns and redarns
her stockings with self-righteous thrift,
and pays 50 cents for a pair of fancy
shoe strings.
"She haggles year In and year out
with a dull old scissors that would set
a man cussing, and never sees the
economy of having them sharpened or
occasionally investing in a new pair.
"She hoards up all the old rusty,
bent nails and bits of knotted string.
and brings them out upon occasion to
induce pounded fingers and profane
thoughts when 5 cents, five little
cents, would buy a whole ball of strong
twine or a whole pound of shining
nails that would go in straight without
making a man perjure his souL
"Oh, yes, a woman is economical
very! But I don't like her economical."
Philadelphia Evening Bulletin.
Does Love Snrvive-Mnrriige,
"You can't expect such love as that
to last," is an exclamation often utter
ed by worldly and practical people.
Frequently these prophets are any
thing but infallible in their predictions,
but alas! they are also frequently cor
rect. It is but natural that love should
not retain all the ardent, passionate
element that made the heart palpitate
and the face change color, during the
courtship days, but it becomes none the
less sincere and constant. As mercy
tempers justice, so marriage tempers
love.
A long, happy courtship is not an
infallible test of true love, nor is it a
criterion for Its permanency. It is the
actual experience after marriage, the
acquaintance with the worries and
troubles of married life, that decide the
matter. The survival of love after
marriage depends upon both husband
and wife; It depends upon the quali
ties, the powers of realization and to
a great extent the .home 'training of
each. Sensible, thoughtful young peo
ple should not treat- the subject of
marriage lightly, as a mere diversion,
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appointed and grow weary of their
married state. To all others, the
thoughtless, the selfish, or the self-seeking,
love is not apt to weather tb,e
inevitable storms and gales of a life
that calls for mutual consideration and
much sacrifice; in fact, for the highest
and best that is in one. Mrs. G. Blake
in American Queen.
The Ba-vina; Women.
If we are to believe the old prov
erb, 'which says that "saving's good
earning," then the earning capacity of
women always has been greater than
that of men.
Oh, the saving women of the world!
The women who sit up late making
over last season's clothes to save buy
ing new ones; the women who stealth
ily tiptoe across the floor to turn down
the gas when papa dozes over his
newspaper; the women who darn huge
holes in basketsful of stockings; the
women who have a cracked teapot or
old pocketbook into which they drop
stray dimes and quarters, taking the
accumulations to the savings bank
with guilty secrecy; the women who
wash out pieces of carpet to make
them appear fresh and new, who turn
the trimmings on their hats, and clean
their gloves with gasoline, and cut
down the clothes of Willie, aged 14, to
fit Jimmle, aged 10. Bless them, every
one!
There is another sort of saving
which might properly be termed hoard
ing. It consists in laying down rugs
to prevent the nap of the carpets from
wearing, in putting paper covers on
prettily bound books, in locking up the
little girl's French doll. We read the
other day of a woman who made a
plush cover for the rosewood piano,
and a linen cover for the plush, and
a newspaper mat for the linen. We
hope there are not many women like
her. In this sort of saving there is
often an admixture of folly.
There is yet another kind. Saving
car fare at the cost of an exhausted
body, saving lunch money and "skimp
ing" the table. Just as if you could
cheat nature without incurring retri
bution; saving the price of eyeglasses
at the cost of impaired or perhaps de
stroyed eyesight; saving money earned
by the overstraining of mental and
physical powers.
Woman is not always wise in her
economies, we fear, but the verb "to
save" is certainly feminine. Philadel
phia Ledger.
Little Hinta.
Smart walking gloves are made un
In two colors of kid.
Valenciennes medallions are inset in
the daintiest lingerie:
A good deal of straw trimming is
used on the new hats.
All-over embroidery is used for many
of the modish blouses.
New fans are made of. the bright
plumage of tropical birds.
After the cape is coming the real
old-fashioned "dolman." savs Paris.
Those convenient robe gowns now
come in foulards, loulsines and taf
fetas. Black silk stockings come with the
college flags embroidered on the in
step. .
The little bonnet for elderly women
has become an unprecedented elabo
ration.
Novel ornaments are the big black
berries and chestnuts fashioned out of
jet
No hair ornament is smarter than
the plain velvet bow matching the
gown in color.
A Ynnthfnl Playwright.
Miss Constance Smedley, whose cur
tain raiser, "The Honor of a Rogue,"
written in collaboration with Mr. Cos
mo Hamilton, will
be seen in this
country next sea
son, enjoys the
distinction of be
ing the youngest
woman that ever
had a play pro
duced in London,
the theatrical me
tropolis of . the
world. Her first
miss smedley. play was "Mrs.
Jordan," a one act piece in which Mrs.
Patrick Campbell scored a marked suc
cess about three years ago. - Miss
Smedley is an artist, and the work of
her brush has been favorably com
mented upon by some of the severest
critics of London. She is not yet 21
years of age, and if she should fail
to become one of the prominent play
wrights she will disappoint hosts of
good judges. .
The Paaaina; of Black Velvet.
Black velvet gowns are not Consid
ered so smart this year as last, . yet
they , are among the most attractive
gowns worn. They are now trimmed
with sable and ermine and white lace,
and are especially a fad with the sable.
An exceedingly smart and popular vel-
et model is almost exceedingly plain.
The only trimmings are the rhinestone
buttons, but with this costume is worn
pelerine of sable with big muff and
turban to match, and the beauty of the
furs is shown, in the greatest possible
advantage by the very plainness of the
design of the gown. Indeed, the whole
costume Is a great relief after the over.
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