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SEMI-WEEKLY.
SRfi&tTftiTCi.. Consolidated Feb., 1899.
COEVAL.L.IS, BENTON COUNTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, JULY 7, 1903.
VOL. IV. NO. 11
CHAPTER IX. (Continued.)
The party at Endoa Vale was breaking
tip. Lady Marion Alton on being in
formed of her niece's engagement had
come to Endon Vale and carried her off
to London, and thence to pay a visit to
Berkshire. Francis Clayton had left the
day before for London. Miss Champion
had stayed on, in the hope of winning
back Lord Harold to his allegiance; but
now that she found each day attracting
him more and more to her cousin, she
could endure it no longer. The visit to
Lady Grace, from which she had antici
pated such great results, had been
fraught with the most bitter mortifica
tion. That same evening while Lady Grace
was in her own little sanctum reading,
Winifred knocked at her door and, in an
Bwer to her "come in," the girl went in
and shut the door.
Lady Grace looked up and smiled
kindly, and then she looked again. Wini
fred did not seem bright and beaming
as was her wont she was nervous, and
there were tear stains on her face.
"What is it, my love? You have been
crying!" There was such tender solicl
. tude in the tone that it was too much for
the girl's overstrung nerves, and the tears
came thick and fast.
0 Lady Grace, I am so grieved!"
"Grieved, my child? You have not had
bad news from home?"
"Oh, no, not that; but I am so afraid
you will be angry with me and never for
give me. It is about Lord Harold Ers
kine," Winifred said, nervously, and a
sudden chill came into the heart of the
elder lady, for she was very fond of her
nephew.
"About Harold, my dear?"
"Lord Harold asked asked me to mar
ry him this morning; - and, oh, Lady
Grace, I am so sorry!"
"Sorry that he asked you to marry
him?"
"Because indeed, Lady Grace, I never
dreamt of such a thing I thought his
position made him so far beyond me. I
thought he was kind to me, just from
generous-mindedness like you, that I
might notfeel strange at coming into
society I was not used to." .
"Then you do not love him?"
"I do like him very' much-I could not
help it, he is so good but, oh, dear Lady
Grace, I could not marry him," and the
tears rained down.
"Then you have refused him?"
"I told him the truth I could not de
ceive him."
And then, all of a sudden it flashed on
Lady Grace Farquhar's mind that there
was something noble and high-minded in
this girl's refusing such a position and
euch wealth because she did not love the
man. A more worldly minded woman
. would have held such romantic folly in
contempt, and thought the girl a fool
for her pains; but not so Lady Grace.
Still there was a momentary struggle in
her heart before she rose from her seat
and kissed Winifred.. '
"My love," she said sweetly, "I think
yon have done quite right, if you feel sure
In your own mind that you cannot love
him. But are you quite sure? Harold is
kind and good; he is handsome, and is
rich ought you not to weigh everything
in your mind thoroughly before you de
cide?" "I like him, I respect him, but I do not
love him I cannot marry him!" conclud
d Winifred, piteously.
"Very well, my dear, I will say no
more. I am sorry, for my boy's sake, and
I should have been well content to have
you for a niece."
And then the kind-hearted woman took
the sobbing girl in her arms and Wini
. fred laid her head on the kind breast,
and cried to her heart's content. There
was a good deal more talk before the two
parted, and it was settled that Winifred
should go -home the next day but one,
and stay there a few weeks; and then
she should pay Endon Vale another visit,
when Lord Harold should have left. But
Lord Harold left that very day, after see
ing and confiding in his aunt. His part
ing words were:
"Aunt, do you think there is any hope
o.that she will ever come to care for me?"
Lady Grace kissed his forehead and
stroked his head very tenderly.
"I cannot tell, my boy, but I am afraid
not."
CHAPTER X.
Seventeen months have elapsed since
Errol Hastings had stood on the deck of
the Enone, looking down into the Med
iterranean, and thinking of the woman
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discontent and weariness on her pretty
i face. She was prettier, ' perhaps, than
when we last saw her as Fee Alton; but
sadder, .more pensive, and her beauty was
enhanced by the magnificence of her jewelry...-.
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"I am so glad you have come!" Mrs.
Clayton said, smiling up in Errol's face,
frig her hand to his gentle pres-
None of my friends
NLY A FARMER'S
DAUGHTER.
By
MRS. FORRESTER.
is so fascinated by some lovely creature
on the stage that he has no eyes for any
one else. Francis," she continued, touch
ing her husband "Francis, Mr. Hastings
is here."
Mr. Clayton looked savagely at her,
and then he gave a surly recognition to
Mr. Hastings.
"I hardly expected to see you here this
evening," he said.
"You know, Francis, I told you I asked
Mr. Hastings to come," said Fee, ma
liciously. "Your memory is not usually
so defective."
Madame was not in the best of tempers
constant contact with a man like her
husband had not tended to increase the
amiability of her disposition.
. Mr. Clayton turned away to the stage,
and left his wife to an uninterrupted con
versation with her friend. But all the
same he was trying to hear every word
that passed between them ; he was far too
small-minded to be free from jealousy and
suspicion. Fee was perfectly aware that
he was listening, so she dropped her
voice to a whisper, and flirted away in
a very animated manner with Mr. Hast
ings. Francis Clayton was gradually be
coming furious. At the end of the third
act he arose.
"It is time to put on your cloak," he
said in a harsh and unpieasant voice.
"Why, dear?" asked Fee, looking up
with languid innocence, "are you afraid
I shall-take cold?' You are not usually
so solicitous about me."
"I ordered the carriage early, and I do
not choose my horses to be kept wait
ing," he replied, scarcely deigning to look
at her.
Mr. Clayton moved toward the door,
and his wife resumed her conversation
with more animation than ever.
"Are you coming?" he exclaimed, turn
ing impatiently.
"Me coming?" returned Fee, nonchal
antly, raising her eyebrows. "My dear
Francis, what could put such an absurd
idea into your head?"
To be treated with indifference, and,
worse, ridicule, is naturally disagreeable
to any man; but it made Mr. Clayton,
sulky and ill-tempered as he already was,
perfectly aflame with rage.
"Marion, are you coming?"
"Certainly not." 4 "
"Then I shall go alone. " Henry can
get you a fiacre when you feel disposed
to follow me." And the amiable husband
left the box.
Mrs. Clayton was as bitter and angry
as a high-spirited woman -would be under
the circumsthances; but she went on talk
ing to her companion very fast, to conceal
her annoyance. She was too proud tc
make any allusion to her husband's treat
ment of her; and Mr. Hastings appeared
not to have noticed it. But he felt for
her keenly. He did not quite justify her,
or think she had behaved wisely, but he
taw what the man was, and felt there
must have been some strong undercurrent
of bitterness to change the bright, good
tempered, sunny, little fairy he had
known formerly to the indifferent, pro
voking woman of to-night. "Poor little
girl!" he thought to himself. "I dare
say she has found out by this time that
money doesn't bring happiness."
Mrs. Clayton remained until the fifth
act was half over, then she asked Errol
to see if her servant was in the hall. He
left the box, and returned almost immedi
ately. "My brougham is at your disposal, Mrs.
Clayton, and your.servant is just calling
it up."
She thanked him; and he put her cloak
carefully round her, and gave her his
arm.
"Good-night," she said, when she was
seated in the carriage. "Many thanks
for your timely aid. Will you come and
see us to-morrow at our hotel?"
He promised'; and at parting he held
her hand longer than is strictly necessary
in wishing good-by.
The day after their meeting at the
opera Mr. Hastings called on Mrs. Clay
ton; and Mr. Clayton, suspecting the
visit, was purposely at home. Fee bright
ened up when Mr. Hastings was announc
ed. She had always liked him; now in
her loneliness and misery she ranked him
as a dear old friend. Her manner was
all the more cordial because she wanted
to' annoy her husband.
"Mr. Hastings, I am delighted to see
you; I was just feeling so frightfully bor
ed and dull. I hope you bring a whole
budget of news.".
"I must ask first after my old friend.
Lady Marion," he answered. "I cannot
forgive myself for my remissness in not
doing so last night."
"Aunt is very well, thank you. I heard
from her this morning. She says she is
dreadfully dull without me, and is longing
to see us back again."
"I often think how she must miss you.
I almost wonder she does not remain
with you."
"So she would, gladly, but Mr. Clayton
won't let her. , Of course, if we have a
difference of opinion she takes my part,
and he says something rude to her, and
she is offended. Is it not so, Francis?"
Ms Clayton muttered something about
a mother-in-law being bad enough, but
an aunt-in-law was more than anybody
bargained for. "
"And as matrimony is altogether a com
mercial speculation," rejoined Fee, with a
delightful smile, "you can't, of course,
take more than you bargain for can you,
Mr..Hastings?"
Errol was by no means pleased at be
ing made a third party to matrimonial
differences, and made an effort to change
the conversation. ,
"Have you seen anything of Lady
Grace Farquhar lately, Mrs. Clayton?",
he asked.
"She was here not a month ago; and'
she has adopted such a sweet, charming
girl. They are like mother and daugh
ter; and even that selfish old bookworm,
Sir Clayton, seems quite taken with her.
I wish you had been here sooner. I
know you would have been in love with
her.' . :,-.-;: -:.,.--. v,. .
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Eyre," interposed Francis Clayton. "At
all events, I recollect hearing ther names
connected in some story about meeting
in a wood."
Errol started slightly, and it might have
been fancy, but Fee certainly thought a
deeper color came into his bronzed face.
Mr. Clayton seemed to think the same,
for he proceeded in ,his usual amiable
manner:
"She and Erskine were awfully sweet
on each other when we were staying at
the vale. I dare say that will be a
match. Lady Grace seems quite agree
able to it; but of course it's a shocking
bad one for him."
"Francis," exclaimed his wife, "how
you exaggerate! You know Winifred nev
er cared for Lord Harold." She won t
confess it, but I am quite sure he made
her an offer, and that she refused him
He never will meet her if he can help it."
"Did you say that Lady Grace had
adopted her, Mrs. Clayton?"
"Yes, more than a year ago; indeed
before I was married. She was in such
sad trouble, poor girl. She was very
fond of her father, and he was killed
suddenly in a very shocking ..way. His
horse ran away . with him, and he was
thrown out "of the dogcart and killed on
the spot. They thought she never would
get over it, and Lady Grace took her
home and nursed her as if she had been
her own child. Old Sir Howard Cham
pion would have taken her, but she re
fused to go near them, because they
would not acknowledge her father.' She1
has promised to come and stay with
me when we get back to town. You must
come and meet her."
"I shall be very happy," stammered
Errol.
CHAPTER XI.
Errol Hastings, riding toward the Bois
de Boulogne, pondering much on what he
had heard. He was surprised he tried
to believe he was pleased; but somehow
or other his satisfaction was not very
genuine. Miss Eyre had certainly made
a fortunate step in life; true she had lost
a father whom she had loved, but then
she had gained a friend, in Lady Grace
Farquhar. She would get intioduced into
good society, and perhaps but that was
not a train of thought he cared to fol
low. Had not Erskine already been at
her feet?
Mr. Hastings' soliloquy was cut short
by seeing Col. d'Aguilar walking leisure
ly along the Champs Elysees. He drew
rein instantly. '
"D'Aguilar!" he cried.
"Hastings!" exclaimed the other, and
they shook hands warmly.
"I thought you were back with your
regiment," said Errol.
"I . have a month more leave, and my
brother asked me to join him here, and
so I came."
A great many questions 'came into Er
rol's head- that he -would have liked to
ask Col. d'Aguilar at once; but conver
sation is neither easy nor agreeable when
carried on with a pedestrian from The
altitude of a horse's back, particularly
when your steed is restive and impatient
"Come up to my hotel to-night, d'Agui
lar, will you?" Mr. Hastings said.
"Very well; I suppose you are going to
the ball at the Embassy?"
"Yes; but not before twelve."
"Then I'll look in about ten."
And the two men parted just as Mrs.
Clayton rolled past in her handsome car
riage, drawn by high-stepping horses. She
looked like a lovely little Esquimaux en
veloped in her soft white furs, and she
gave Mr. Hastings a bright smile, and
the wave of a delicately gloved little
hand. She had hot observed Col. d'Agui
lar. Sixteen months had passed ' since the
day when they had ridden together down
the avenue of broad-leaved chestnuts at
Endon Vale. She was not altered at all
events, it did not seem so in the momen
tary glance he had caught of her smiling
face. Was she then utterly heartless?
(jouia sne nave uvea an inese montns
with such a hateful, contemptible wretch
as Clayton, and still go on smiling and
flirting, and give no sign? Col. d'Aguilar
knew none of the particulars of the mar
riage; he had not even heard that she
was happy; he had but met her once, and
then she had left him at her husband's
command, with a smile on her Mips. He
turned and walked back unhappy and
resentful.
Mr. Clayton, as well as his wife, was
profoundly ignorant of Col. d'Aguilar's
arrival in Paris, or he would . as . soon
have trusted his wife alone in that, fine
city, as he would have walked willingly
himself into the cage of the lion in the
Jardin des Plantes.
(To be continued.)
Horrible Symptoms.
A little man recently walked into a
dry goods. store and said:
"I do not know how to use the tele1
phone. Will you please call up this
number? Thank you."
"Here is the number. What shall x I
say to the doctor?"
"Tell him that his paralyzed patient
is walking around this morning."
"Yes." ,
"That I think there is hope of his rer
covery. I cut off the hair and put four
teen fly blisters on him last night. I
found that his appetite is fine, but he
won't touch that raw meat. One of his
ears fell off during the night and I think
he is blind in one eye. I find that there
is no use in giving him medicine. -It
makes him howl. His tongue looks as
if it had been put through a wring
ing machine. What does he want me
to do?"
"He says to let the patient alone until
he gets down town. By the way, Mr.
Blank, I don't know your, patient, but
it must be a sad case."
"Yes," said the little man, as if look
ing for sympathy. "I think he was at
one time the finest collie that ever
cracked a bone." New York Mall and
Express. .
All Actors Want It.
"There's a man out in the waiting
room," said the great man's secretary.
"I think he's a bum actor.". ,
"Why do you think so?" ......
"He says he's anxious to get an audi
ence." Philadelphia Press. .. ...
God Is on the side of virtue; for who
ever dreads punishment suffers it, and
whoever deserves It dreads It. Colton.
The total transactions of the clear
ing houses of. the country last year
CABIN WHERE LINCOLN WAS BORN HAD
CRUMBLED TO
FOR several yeans the press has
the "Lincoln cabin," in which
writer in the Boston Transcript.
been bought for $10,000 by a
agent for Robert T. Lincoln, son of the murdered President Next we were
told that the "cabin" was to be removed to Chicago and made one of the
"sights" for pilgrims to the Garden
New York City.
Like the Holy House of Loretto, this historic hut seems to be transported
through the air to any desired point. Like the phantom ship of the Flying
Dutchman, It may appear In any city or off any harbor; It seems to be
etherealizlng like all else that pertains to Abraham Lincoln; but the "cabin'
has a Dernetual lease on time. It knows neither waste nor decav.
The last public "appearance" of the spectral "cabin," we are told, was
at the Buffalo Pan-American exposition. Since then. It has 'been resting
rejuvenating, perhaps at Coney Island, or In New York City, ready to be
transported again when the cloth of gold is spread out for it. Along with
the liberty bell, it will doubtless
occasions of the future.
Some enterprising speculators, with an audacity scarcely conceivable In
this twentieth century, are imposing
bles are swallowing the fraud without a gulp. Simple truth ought to be
told. The "Lincoln cabin" has now
sane man believe that a pioneer cabin built of green logs more than ninety
four years ago would still be preserved? ,
The writer of this, when a youth
some time principal of the seminary
about three miles from Mr. Lincoln's birthplace. Several old people were
still living in the vicinity who remembered the Lincoln family and often gave
reminiscences of tbem. The "writer was somewhat acquainted with the
country near the old "cabin" site; for the shack itself had rotted down long
before that time. Thirty years ago the onlp vestiges of the "cabin" still on
the ground were a few stones once the corner stones or supports for the
sills of the hut and a small heap of
formerly stood. ; These were all the
emancipator was born.
Down the hill, not many steps
sole relic of the Lincoln horn a; the
probably determined the location of the "cabin. The surrounding land
is very poor and so little worth cultivating' that in those days when the
writer knew the place a large part
Thomas Lincoln should have selected such land for a home Instead of the
far more fertile land In the valley of Nolin close by is further proof if
proof be needed of the extreme poverty of the Lincoln family.
SOME OF THE YISIBLE EFFECTS OF
TROLLEY LINES
THE development of the trolley,
runs away from us who are In
the strides that are made every
g see a new line begun and a
in the business cannot foresee what the future will be." This statement
was made by Manager Chipman, of the Greenfield line, says the Indianapolis
News, when he was asked what Ohio connections his road would make
when It reached Dayton.'
"I see," he said," that even the steam railroads are being benefited, in
one way at least. The papers say the trolley is increasing their Sunday
excursion business been use it makes more visiting places available, and makes
It possible for more people to reach the railroad. When we opened our line
..the storekeepers in the small - towns -said we would wipe them out of- busi
ness, but now they say that Indianapolis people are coming out with their
baskets once a week and are buying their supplies. I have a neighbor who
spends 30 cents to take his market basket to Cumberland every Saturday
and have it filled, and he says he saves a dollar. ,
"The liverymen In the smaller towns said that the trolley would kill
their business. One at Greenfield told me yesterday that It has Increased
his business 50 per cent, because the trolley brings more people who want to
visit friends In the country. They never over-drive a horse, and always pay
cash, and he says the trolley Is 'making him.'
"I recall a hotel- man at one town along the line who wanted to sell
his paying hotel when he heard .the trolley was coming. I ate with him
Saturday, and he told me that Instead of emptying his beds, the trolley road
filled them, and he had Just bought three more lots in his town, and did
not want to sell.
"Strange as It seemed In the. days of prediction,- the trolley has made.
Instead of ruined, the small towns. The trolley men cannot even under
stand it at all, and we are but in the Infancy of the trolley and Its
effects on city and rural life.
"The reason that more people are not building homes along the trolley
lines and moving out of the cities. Is because the farmers will not sell their
land. But the time will come when tbe trolley lines will run through a
continual town of pretty country homes."
WELL 1,000 FEET. DEEP AN
ATTRACTION OF PERU, IND
There Is a flowing well on the Giles
Tillett farm, four miles west of Peru,
Ind., on the north bank of the Wabash
River, and the grounds surrounding it
are rapidly becoming a popular picnic
resort. The well Is 1,000 feet deep
It is located between the old Wabash
and Erie canal bed and the river, and
for half a mile on either side, both east
and west, along the river, there is a
dense growth of tall sycamore, elm
and walnut trees, making it an ideal
place. The river flows between high
THE FLOWING WELL.
banks. Three years agoa company
of oil .men, while "wild-catting,' sank
this well, but found no oil. As the
water flowed over the casing in an
eight-Inch stream it was . decided" to
cap It and""permit the water to flow
through a two Inch opening in the
cap. Water spouts from .this two-Inch
opening twenty-five feet Into the air,
and it never varies in pressure! It
has continued to shoot skyward for the
past three years without diminishing
In pressure, and It may continue to
flow for ages. There Is no disagree
able odor nor bad taste to the output;
in fact, the taste Is something like
sugar water and very palatable.
Tophet Would Be Better.. f
There lives In a small town down
in Missouri a good old deacon who,
RUNS THIRTY YEARS AGO
been giving us occasional accounts, of
Abraham Lincoln was born, says a
Some years ago we heard that it had
wealthy New Yorker, presumably the
City. Then we heard of the "cabin" in
be present on all the specially great
upon a credulous public and the gulll
neither a place nor a being. Does any
hardly past his majority, was for
in Hodgensville, Larue County, Ky.-
rubbish at one end, where the chimney
remains of the hut where the great
away, Is the Lincoln spring nearly the
spring Is genuine and no mistake. It
of it had grown up In bushes. That
BETWEEN INLAND CITIES
as applied to the lnterurban, simply
the business--we can't keep up with
day. Every' morning's sun seems to
new one done. The craziest promoter
ways Joins vociferously in the singing
at church. - In the same town Is a
little boy who had become the proud
possessor of a gorgeous strlnir of pro
fanity, which he le very fond of dis
playing. His mother, flndlntr her ar
guments had no appreciable effect in
expurgating from the youthful vocab
ulary tne objectionable words, sent
him to the deacon, in whom she had
all confidence, to see if the latter
couia not put a stop to the swearing
na&it. Xhat dignitary pictured to the
boy the beauties of heaven in vivid
language, and then told him that those
who take the Lord's name In vain can
never enter there. The boy pondered
a moment. '
"What do folks do In heaven, dea
con?" ne asked. ,
"Oh, play harps and sing."
"Are you going there to play harps
ana sing when you die, deacon?"
"I hope to, son," replied the deacon
modestly. .
"Then what's like?" asked the
boy earnestly, after some thought.
' A Profit in Smoke.
To put smoke to profitable use has
been the aim of Tobiansky, the Belgian
engineer. In his process the smoke
is forced by a fan Into a filtering tower
cnargea with coke or other porous ab
sorbent, sprinkled with naohthn r fll
cohol, and the soot is retained by the
coke, while the filtered eisetL mixed
with the vapor from the naphtha or
alcohol, are collected in a gasometer to
be fed to Welsbach burners, stoves or
gas engines. This gaseous mixture.
which has been named pyrogas, burns
witn a Dright name and an entire nh-
sence of smoke. The value of pyrogas
even makes it profitable to burn fuel of
low grade for its smoke alone, and it
is computed that plants of small crvst
will enable cities to derive a material
income from-the conversion of their
garbage into purified smoke for light
ana power.
Preparations.
"So you are preparing for further
airship experiments?"
"I am."
"Have you gots6ut your machinery
and plans?" - -.' ' - -
"Certainly not. It's too earry for
minor details. I've been going through
my scrapbook of newspaper notices to
make up a prospectus." Washington
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The Perfect Woman.
She shall be
As is a flower, so born in purity,
And in her virtues boundless as the air;
Girt up with fear, fenced round with
chastity, '
Rounded in wisdom perfect as a star.
Reverence shall wait upon her steps, and
Love
Shall clothe her like a garment; on her
brow
Shall Truth sit smiling like the watch
ful star
That hangs upon the forehead of the
Eve.
A great simplicity shall mark her ways
And bind the linked action of her time;
Tears shall lie near the -surface of her
life; "
Infinite pity, like a living spring,
Shall bubble in the silence of her heart;
Her soul shall hunger with an awful
wiah.
And all the pulses of her being yearn
To mitigate the sorrows of her kind.
Calm-eyed and. patient,' never speaking
ill, .
And slow to speak wherein she cannot
praise;
Faith, never dim, shall guide her feet;
and Hope
Shall brood upon her being like a dove;
And over all like Benediction's calm,
Shall all her paths be lit by Charity;
Faith, Hope and Charity, these three
yet so
As Charity ie greatest, shall she
Be known by Charity.
Exchange.
The Well-Bred Girl.
Good breeding, to be sure, depends
much on home and mother. It is said
one's ancestors have a finger in it
also.
But the girl who hasn't ancestors
needn't despair.
Nor need she whose family are not
everything that is to be desired.
It is nice, of course, to be born well
bred. But one can achieve it.
Here are some of the ways it can
be done:
The well-bred girl never fusses.
She takes her gowns, her hats, her
success quite as a matter of course.
She is quite unconscious of her veil
or herpompadourw her jewels,, or her
new shoes.
A pretty girl who Is always admir
ingly spoken of as being "so well
bred" was complimented on the pretty
gown she was wearing. She was so
entirely unconscious of it that she ac
tually had to look down and see which
one she had on.
The well- bred girl never airs fam
ily differences nor domestic upheavals.
She never asks personal questions.
If some sudden reversal of fortune
comes she Isn't always talking of her
former circumstances.
Neither does she apologize for work
ing for her living.
Her repose is not the quietness of
weakness, but the calmness of
strength. She is sure of herself, her
family, her position; if she have not
these, then of her own worthiness.
The well-bred girl is a rest, a de
light. We know she will never betray
a confidence, pry Into personal af
fairs, nor put us to a disadvantage
before others. Philadelphia Evening
Telegraph.
Cares for 110,501 Chi Id re a.
Mrs. E. C. Pickert of St. Louis has
had charge, during fifteen years, of
110,501 children. With this record, she
retires from the
position of ma
tron of the South
Side Day Nursery
in St. Louis. An
interesting fact is
that she disap
proves of whip
ping. When it is con
sidered thaj none
of the children In
mrs. e. c. pickert. her fare had
passed the age of 6 years, and that the
majority ranged in age from 3 weeks
to 4 years, the prodigious task that
Mrs. Pickert accomplished can be read
ily appreciated. .,
All of the thousands of children that
Mrs. Picket cared for as only a woman
and a mother can, were housed from
time to time in the building at 1621
South Temple street, the commodious
home of the South Side Day Nursery.
The object of the nursery was and is
to care for the small children of moth
ers who are forced to earn a livelihood
for themselves and children, and also
for the children of widowers.
Woman with Hnmor. 4 '
If you consider the list of, your
friends, it will not take you long to
discover that the woman you like best
is the woman with a sense of humor.
She is the one you think of first if you
are getting up a picnic or a card party.
You do not, perhaps, formulate It even
to yourself, but in your mind she
stands for the utmost good humor. ... If
It rains, or It shines, if anybody else
is cross and grumpy, the woman with
a sense of humorcan extract fun out
of the dreariest proposition, and the
first thing you know she has set every
body to laughing at her droll sayings.
and turned defeat into a triumph, for
who cares whether your original, plan
was carried out or not. Just so every
body has a gdod time? .
A sense of humor is said to be lack
ing In most women. ' Alas ! I have
found this only too true, but I have no
ticed that when a woman does have it
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and all she has to do to acquire a hus
band Is to pick and choose. The day
of the girl with the doll face is goln8
out and the day of the girl with a sens
of humor is coming in. Harper"!
Bazar.
Kui a Cat Farm.
There is a woman on the coast ol
Maine who has made a very consid
erable Income conducting a cat farm.
In her locality is a beautiful speclei
of cat called by some of the nativet
"coon cat" and by others "shag cat.!'
These cats in many cases attain to a
considerable size, eighteen and twenty
pounds being not at all uncommon.
They vary In color, have large heads,
and many of them pronounced mutton
chop whiskers in addition to theii
"smellers," the fur on their chest
grows very long, and some among the
finest of the breed have a small fui
tassel growing from the very centet
of the cheqt. . -
In frequent Instances these cats ma
ture with blue eyes, and it is not un
common to see a full-grown cat ol
this breed with one blue eye and on
green eye. '
Years ago many of the Maine sea
captains brought home from theii
trips to Eastern ports specimens ol
the beautiful cats of the Orient,
which In after years developed into
the present coon cat.
The price ranges from $5 upward,
size, color, etc., determining the cost
The proprietor of this cat farm sayi
that cats are easltr to raise and com-,
mand readier sales than dogs.
Gives Up the Pnlpit to Marry.
Rev. Marie H. Jenney, a Unitarian
minister in Des Moines, Iowa, and th
daughter of the late Col. E. S. Jenney
of Syracuse, N.
Y., will leave the
pulpit to marry
Fred erick C.
Howe, a lawyer
of Cleveland. Miss
Jenney has been a
pastor for five
yearsu She .wa,
graduated from
the Meadvill
Theological semi
nary in 1899 and
afterward wae as-
marie h. jennet, sistant pastor ol
the Unitarian Church at Sioux Falls.
Three years ago she- accepted a call
from the Des Moines church and ha
been preaching there since.
Miss Jenney is a handsome young
woman and was leader in society be
fore she entered the ministry. Mr.
Howe is a member of the law firm ol
Garfield, Garfield & Howe, in Cleve
land, and is In politics with Tom L
Johnson, Mayor of that city.
Health and Beauty Hint.
Don't bend the knees in walking. Ne
one wants to appear "weak-kneed." II
you do you cannot be a poem when
you walk.
Don't walk too far at first, when tak
lng up outdoor exercise for the sake
of your complexion. Stop just short ol
being tired.
Lime in the eye should be washed
out quickly with vinegar and water,
squeezing some drops on the eyebalL
Then place a soft pad soaked in vine
gar over the closed eye and secure it
to the head by a bandage.
A speck of dust in the eye can be -re
moved by a pointed, piece of paper or
a camel's-hair brush. Afterward close
the eyes and bind a soft pad over the
lids and allow it to remain until all
feeling of pain is gone. "
A sty, which is a blemish on beau
ty's face, is best treated with an appli
cation of hot cloths. Wring them out
of water as hot as can be borne. Also
bathe the. eyes frequently with warm
water containing spirits of camphor,
the proportion being five drops to halt
a .cup of water.
A simple preventive of seasickness is
said to be a teaspoonful of bicarbonate
of soda in a half-pint of water. Drink
immediately on ..leaving shore. Some
little time previously take . an aperi
ent. By maintaining a horizontal posi
tion the tendency to seasickness may
be counteracted.
Monotony is the foe to appetite "and
digestion and also to good living. And
there is no earthly excuse for it. We
may be restricted to a few articles of
food by reason of distance from mar
ket, but that is no reason why potatoes
should be always "boiled in water"voi
eggs perpetually fried. Especially in
spring is a change relished.
To remove yellow stains from' th
face take an ounce of dried rose leaves,
add half a pint of white wine vinegai
and let It stand for ten days; then
draw off the vinegar and add to it hall
a pint of rose water. Keep this liquid
bottled and when using pour, a table
spoonful, or so on a bit of cloth and
sponge the face. Let it dry on" the
skin. ; ., . .- , . ' -r
Blackheads ate a mass of congested
matter and dust; obviously, their cur '
is in cleanliness and restored circula
tion of the blood vessels of the face
nothing but friction and cleanlines
will prevent their return. Often they
are the result of a disordered stomach,
indigestion and constipation, and strict
attention should be given to the law
of hygien e. Daily bath rf
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