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COBVJLLIilS, BENTON OOTJITTY, OREGON, TUESDAY, JANUARY 5, 1904.
VOL. IV. NO. 37.
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CHAPTER XXI.
It was evening; and, in the chamber of
the young girl so lately reclaimed from
the very portals of death, the deepest still
ness reigned. Softly burned the shaded
lamps, casting a subdued glow about the
apartment, yet so disposed as to leave in
shadow the curtained couch and its slum
bering occupant. For Rose was sleeping
calmly, so calmly, so quietly, that you
might almost have thought her dead. The
breath that floated from those pale lips
was scarcely perceptible, though regular,
so much had illness reduced her strength.
She slept, nor dreamed of danger.
For the first time to-day the invalid
was left alone. But suddenly the door
near the head of the couch was opened
noiselessly, and with slow and stealthy
caution, from without. A tall, light
robed, ghost-like form glided in without
a sound ghost-like, except for the large,
brilliant dark eyes that gleamed more
wildly than ever to-night, and the crim
son spot of excitement burning on either
cheek, while all the rest of that face was
ashy white. It was Helen Montauban!
What more fitting time was there for her
work of evil to be accomplished? None
could witness her now; none were near
this place. And the tiny flask gleamed
In the softened light, as she drew it from
her bosom.
. One hand, holding the vial, was stretch
ed forth to the silver cnp set upon the
stand by the bedside. Courage, and the
work is done. Yet that guilty hand shook
with fear, as, drop by drop, the poison
was poured into the cup. And Helen
Montauban glanced fearfully towards the
door by which she had entered; for it al
most seemed, to her miserable, horror
struck fancy, that some one must be
watching her.
A shadow had startled her. With a
ghastly smile at her own nervousness, she
silently mingled the poison with the night
drink of Rose; then, as noiselessly as she
had entered, returned to her own room
across the gallery. It was done! What
had she to fear now? Who would ever
dream, when the hour of death came,
that such agency as this had been em
ployed? Closing the door, she paced her
chamber restlessly, with ' both hands
clasped tightly against her heart, whose
violent throbbings seemed to fill with
clamorous sound this awful midnight si
lence. Listening in almost intolerable
suspense, and pacing her apartment, she
waited for some signal from the opposite
' chamber.
A whole hour passed. Then there was
a sound a light step in the gallery. It
was the Countess de Clairville, return
ing to the bedside of Rose. Helen Mon
tauban could endure this suspense no
longer. She must see, with her own eyes,
the conclusion of this tragedy. Emerg
ing from her apartment, therefore, she
joined the countess, as she entered the
opposite door.
"Ah, my dear, is that you? Then you
have been asleep also?" said the countess,
smiling. "But it is rather chilly to-night
do you not think so?"
"Yes it is cold," uttered Helen Mon
tauban, hoarsely "it is cold!" and she
shivered.
She drew near the fire and crouched
shudderingly over the broad blaze. The
Countess de Clairville went to the couch
of Rose and beut over it for an instant.
"The dear child is asleep, I think," she
said, presently, returning to the hearth.
"How refreshing how delightful it is for
one to see her once more enjoying so gen
tle a slumber! Poor little Rose! she must
be well nigh worn out with this fatigu
ing illness. I wonder," the lady contin
ued, seating herself by the hearth, oppo
site Mademoiselle Montauban "1 won
der how her father is down at the vil
lage? They thought he was dying this
morning when the marquis went down.
What a sad thing it would have been if
the father and daughter had both died!"
She spoke in subdued whispers.
Mademoiselle Montauban bent lower
over the blaze, warming her hands.
"And peculiar, too," she returned, in
a low tone. "But we cannot be too care
ful of her, even now; for M. Mery says
that, in her present feeble state, the least
excitement or alarm might be fatal to
her. I dread that. I think, suppose any
thing should happen, after all our re
joicing? We must be so cautious! The
least thing, you know the least thing
might kill her!"
She shook as she uttered these words;
her eyes were wild and strange. Those
delicate, slender hands touched the
flames, as she held them out. but she
never knew it.' A species of insanity was
upon her. The protracted contemplation
of this terrible deed, strong as were her
nerves, bad begun almost to tell upon
her reason.
"I wonder if Hugh Lamonte is still liv
ing?" continued the countess. "It is a
pity that he could not be brought here;
but Jean Morel said they had declared
It impossible to move him with safety.
Besides, it would be dangerous to Rose,
iferhaps, if he were in her vicinity, for
she wonld be more likely to gain some
knowledge of his situation. Yet what a
sorrowful thing it is that they cannot bid
each other adieu!"
At that moment the door near the headl
of the conch was opened. Both the coun
tess and Helen turned to see who en
tered. It was the physician, M. Mery.
He paused by the bedside an instant, bent
over Rose and listened. Her respiration
was calm and regular, though almost im
perceptible. After regarding her a mo
ment, he advanced silently towards the
hearth. A chill struck through the guilty
Helen. She had not expected him so
soon, and the deed was yet unaccomplish
ed! "Ah, M. Mery, is that your said the
countess; and she bent eagerly forward.
"How is "
The physician placed a warning finger
upon his lip.
"Not too loud, my dear madame," he
whispered. "It is all over!"
"Ah, how sad!" The tears came into
her eyes.
M. Mery sat down, leaning his head
upon his hand. He was very grave to
night. Softly spoke a scarcely audible
voice from the couch. The countess rose
and went thither. "
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Secret
"You are awake, my dear?" she said,
gently. "Ah, you have slept so nicely!
Ana now, you are tuirsijr. vau a mo
ment, dear Rose.
She turned and took up the silver cup
oh the stand. A mingling of joy and hor
ror the most" intense, seized' the mur
deress by the hearth.
"One moment, my dear madame," said
M. Mery, hastily, rising and going to
wards her. "Let me give it to her."
He took the cup from the hand of the
countess, glancing back as he did so, at
Mademoiselle Montauban. Her brilliant
eyes, fixed upon him with an awful fas
cination, were instantly averted. He
stirred the contents of the cup slowly.
"It appears to me," he said, with fear
ful deliberation, "that there is something
here which will do our little invalid no
good. I will remove it, if you please,
madame, and bring something different."
And following the stealthy figure of
Mademoiselle Montauban, as it glided
from the apartment, he closed the door
behind him.
They were alone together in the gallery,
lighted only by a single lamp, which but
faintly revealed that ghostly form, mov
ing swiftly towards the opposite cham
ber. But, quicker than lightning, his
grasp was upon her arm. Her weird,
white face gleamed awfully upon him
through the dim twilight. But she spoke
no word.
"Come with me."
It was all he said. There was no pow
er of resistance in the form beside him.
Rapidly those two descended- the stair
case. He entered the library, with her
arm locked in his; then he closed and
locked the door. He stood before her.
She was very still very white. Only
those terrible eyes burned like live coals
amid lifeless ashes. He held the cup in
his hand; he made her look at it.
"You know what this is?" he said.
There was no answer.
"You do know. You placed it there. I
was a witness of the deed. Unhappy
woman! What evil has that sweet child
done to you? Would you murder your
own sister Marguerite Montauban?"
One moment the guilty woman gazed
at him wildly. A gasp, a struggle, a
faint cry, and she sank in awful con
vulsions at his feet.
That was a fearful night which fol
lowed, but it was only the commence
ment of a season fraught with agony.
The marquis returned to the chateau
from the deathbed of his brother, to find
Helen struggling between life and death.
For weeks she lay unconscious of every
thing about her; only coming out of the
dull stupor that wrapt her, to fall, ever
and anon, into those terrible convulsions,
in which it seemed that nature must
sink, worn out with the contest. The
agitation produced by this circumstance,
strange and sudden as it was, and the
death of his brother, would have been
beyond his power to bear had it not been
for the inexpressible happiness which it
was permitted him to enjoy in the dis
covery of his long-lost child. How would
he have shuddered had he known the
fearful fate which that sweet child had
so narrowly escaped!
But the scenes enacted within the walls
of the chateau that night were mercifully
concealed from him. Fortunately for
Helen Montauban, in the illness which
succeeded the overwhelming denouement
of the dark tragedy wherein she had tak-
HELEN MOXTAUBAN PREPARING THE
FATAL POTIOJT.
en so terrible a part, there was no de
lirium, or her wretched secret would in
evitably have been betrayed; and M.
Mery, who tended her constantly, had de
stroyed all evidence of her guilt, of which,
on that night he had so providentially
been made aware by returning, unan
nounced, and entering the apartment of
the invalid just before the stealthy ap
proach of the murderess. Her illness he
allowed all to attribute to the agitation,
anxiety and excitement attendant on the
late danger of Rose, trusting that, if she
recovered, she would bitterly repent, in
secret, her sinful attempt on her sister's
life, and unwilling to add to the shame
and agony which she would feel by be
traying her guilt. He could guess at the
cause of her enmity towards Rose; for
M. Mery was a shrewd man; and he re
solved to expedite the union of the lovers
as much as was possible, that, in case
the hatred of Helen should be still un
satisfied, the young girl might be safe
from her reach, under the protection of
her husband.
Meanwhile the burial of Henri took
place. It was quiet, unostentatious. He
was laid in the family vault, to rest at
last, after a weary life of sorrow, of
desperation and of crime. Only the mar
quis and the immediate members of his
family were made acquainted with the
history of the unhappy man, in the rec
ords which he left behind. Louis return
ed from Paris in time for this burial.
Returned, in anticipation of his ap
proaching marriage day. to find his" in
tended bride but just recovering from a
dangerous illness, and Helen Montauban.
as many believed, at the gates of death;
to learn the story of the 6trangely
chequered life of his deceased relative,
and recognize, in his beioved Rose, a
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cousin, and the child so long mourned as
lost by his nncle. What an astounding
revelation was this.
In the evening preceding the bridal
day the marquis called . Rose to him in
the library, and after some remarks, care
less and insignificant enough in them
selves, but accompanied - by a manner
that betrayed the emotion agitating him,
he said, suddenly: -
"Rose, my child, you have loved your
father?"
"O, yes, monsieur!" she replied, earn
estly, and with tears standing in her
eyes. -
"And yon have also loved me, Rose?"
His voice trembled, despite his efforts to
control himself. -
"Ah, my friend, my benefactor, what
have you been to me but a second fath
er?" He seated himself beside her. .
"It is sweet, my child, to hear you say
this ah, you do not know how sweet to
me! ' Rose, did I not tell you once that
I lost, fourteen or fifteen years ago, a
child a lovely, gentle infant, whose pic
ture you have seen in the saloon a child
who was stolen from me?" "
"Yes, monsieur." .
"And I have told you that yon were
what that child would be now if she were
living. It is why you have ever been so
dear to me. . Ah, many a time. Rose, I
have clasped you in my arms with an
emotion of tenderness which, even had
you felt, you could not have comprehend
ed! For my child my Marguerite my
pearl resembled her mother her sweet
mother, my wife, and you were the im
age of both mother and child. And now
listen, Rose. It is within these two last
months, Rose, that I have discovered
what became of my little Marguerite.
She was stolen from me by my own
brother, Henri. You start, Rose, and
turn pale. It was so; it was his revenge.
He would have taken Helen, the child of
her whom he had loved so madly; but he
knew that I loved my youngest darling
the best that I idolized the daughter of
my lost Marguerite; and he took the
youngest. He reared her as his own. He
brought her into this neighborhood, after
an absence of two years, during which
time she had grown arid altered beyond
recognition, though, when I met her, I
saw a likeness to my wife. Yet I never
suspected. He dwelt, a solitary man,
with this little orphan child, whose moth
er his wife they said was dead. He
lived not more than half a league from
this very dwelling. -There my child, un
recognized, expanded into a lovely wom
anhood. She was "
He was interrupted in his hurried and
agitated recital by a faint cry from Rose.
She sprang up with clasped hands and
quivering lips.
"O, tell me tell me who it was!" she
cried. "Speak it was "
"My child my daughter!" uttered the
marquis, extending his arms to embrace
her; "behold her for they called her
Rose Lamonte!"
"Ah, my father!" And with the soft
utterance of that dear name, she fainted
upon his breast.
.
As a matter of course. Rose no. Mar
guerite and 'Louis were united. . And
though Marguerite mourned still, with a
child's affection, the loss of him whom
she had hitherto regarded as a parent,
yet her heart turned, with natural love,
to her true father; and the regard which
she had ever felt for him, while her re
lationship to him was yet unknown, ex
panded and deepened now into that holi
est and tenderest of sentiments a daugh
ter's affection.
Helen Montauban, as soon as her health
became re-established, entered a convent,
to enter upon her novitiate; and when it
was expired, assumed the veil, that shut
her from a world grown hateful to her.
The frustration of her evil design upon
her sister was too much for her to bear;
and though, thanks to the mercy of M.
Mery, her guilt remained a secret from
all save himself, yet she could not endure
to meet daily with those whose happiness
continually reminded her of the fate alike
of her love and her revenge. None knew
why she entered the convent, save M.
Mery. Persuasion had availed nothing,
and a nun, she became.
Francis Egerton returned to Paris,
where, in a year or two, he married hap
pily. Jacques Leroux, shortly after the
death of his former leader, returned to
the neighborhood of the Chateau Montau
ban, and entered in the service of Louis
d'Artois, whom he served faithfully and
who rewarded him well for his many ser
vices. (The end.)
A Liiht Cornelian.
Mrs. McMoriarty Phat Is your feon
doin' now, Mrs. O'Rafferty?
Mrs. O'Rafferty Sure, he's adopted
the stage as a profession, Mrs. McMo
riarty. -
Mrs. McMoriarty Dbrivin a stage.
it is?
Mrs O'Rafferty Be away wld your
nonsinee. It's an actor he is. He do
be a loight comedian.'
Mrs. McMoriarty A loight comedian.
is it?
Mrs. O'Rafferty Yis. He stands be-
yant the back curtain, wid his mouth to
a hole forninst a candle, an whin Paw
nee Ike shoots at the candle be blows
it out." New York Weekly.
A Reversal.
Frank John's wife isn't the kind of
a woman be should have married at
all. And I understand she was his
cook before he married her?
Henry Yes.
Frank What did he ever do that
for?
Henry Well, he said the first woman
he married was a good wife, but noi
sort of a cook, so he thought he would
reverse the order when he had the
chance.
A Kentucky Suspicion.
"Do you agree with the people who
assert that milk is not a wholesome
article of diet?"
"Well." answered CoL StilwelL I
wouldn't like to make positive asser
tions. But I have heard It rumored
that they put a great deal of water
into it." Washington Star.
Tolstoi's Study.
Count Tolstoi's study is a small
room,- with an unpainted and uncar
peted floor, vaulted ceiling, and thick
stone walls. These last are covered
with implements of labor.
He that will make a good use of any
part of his life must allow a large part
of it to recreation. Locke.
It
Am
Easy Designing.
Take a piece of stiff paper, cut out a
circle about 5 or 6 inches In diameter,
fold it in half, then in quarters, final
ly in eighths (Fig. 1.)
The dotted lines show -where to fold
the third, ABC being the shape of
the circle when folded three times.
Take a pair of sharp scissors, and,
beginning at D (in Fig. 2), cut out any
JO MAKE FBBTTY riGTTBES.
pattern or any shape which comes Into
your head. Take care not to go over
the circumference line, and the result,
when you open what is left of your
circle, will be a design of far greater
symmetry than actual measurement
could give you. Such work will amuse
children of all ages for many rainy
days, and ingenuity can produce many
complicated designs in squares and dia
monds, as well as circles.
A Great Surprise.
It was just too queer for anything.
Tommy was walking slowly down be
hind the barn with bis usually merry
face all scowls; and Teddy was peep
ing through the slatted fence into Tom
my's garden, with a whole great fam
ily of wrinkles in his little forehead.
Now, what do you suppose that It was
all about?
Out in Teddy's yard grew a great,
tall horse-chestnut tree, and one crisp
October morning a shower of pretty
brown nuts came tumbling out of their
thick, green shells down, down, down,
until at last they reached the broad
gravel walk and smooth, green lawn.
Tommy spied them as he came hurry
ing home from school at noon, and
then the scowls came to make bim a
visit.
"That new boy has everything!" he
exclaimed crossly. "He has tops, an'
balls, an' a bicycle, an' an' now he's
got the horse-chestnuts! 'Tain't fair, so
it isn't!" Then poor little discontented
Tommy looked crosser than ever.'
Tommy didn't realize that down in
his garden grew something that the
new boy Teddy had always wished
for and longed to have a bouncing
yellow pumpkin. How Teddy did wish
that his papa had bought Tommy's
house and Tommy's garden and Tom
my's pumpkin all three!
Teddy sighed as he thought of the
Jack-o'-lantern that be could make if
he only had one of those wonderful
yellow treasures for his very own. It
was a very loud and sorrowful" sigh,
and Tommy heard it; and then he dis
covered the new boy peeping through
the fence.
"Hullo!" called Tommy, quickly.
Teddy jumped. He didn't know that
anybody was near.
"Don't you like living here?" in
quired Tommy. "You look as If you
were homesick. Won't you come over
and look at my pumpkins? I've got a
dandy lot of them, . and they are all my
own, every one."
Teddy sighed again.
"I've been a-waitin' for a pumpkin
for years an years," he said sadly.
"But they don't have gardens with
pumpkins in the city, an' so I never
had any."
Tommy looked surprised.
"Would you like one?" he asked
quickly. "'Cause I'd be delighted to
give you one of mine, . if you would.
Come over, an' I'll give you one right
now."
Teddy climbed over the fence in a
hurry and he smiled and smiled as
Tommy took his jacknife out of his
trousers' pocket, and cut off one of his
biggest pumpkins with a snap.
"You have everything, don't you?"
said Teddy, regretfully. "You have
pumpkins whole garden full of them
an' apples, an grapes, an'. "
This information was a great sur
prise to Tommy.
"I have everything!" he said in as
tonishment. "Why, I thought you were
the one that had everything a few
minutes ago. You have tops, an balls,
an a bicycle, an horse-chestnuts," he
said.
"Why, so I have," answered Teddy,
thoughtfully. "I wanted a pumpkin
so much that I most forgot all about
everything else. I. didn't remember
the horse-chestnuts. Maybe you wonld
like some. Would you?" Tommy's
eyes danced with delight. "You can
have a big bagful," declared Teddy.
II I M MM
Little Stories and
Incidents thai Will
Interest and Enter
tain Young Readers
HI 11111 I 'I1 1
"An if you'll get some toothpicks, I'll
show you how to make a Brownie
man."
"An I'll help you make your lantern
after school," said Tommy. "We'll
help each other, an' divide our things,
won't we? . An' then we can both have
everything, really and truly."
"Why, so we can!" said Teddy.
Then those bad scowls and wrinkles
had to run away in a hurry. They ran
away to see if they could find two
cross, discontented little boys. I do
hope that they did not find you.
Waverley.
A Famous T Party..
The teacher said one day, "Let's O
. How many of us there may B
Who knows about a famous T
Held long ago down by the C"
Then little t looked very YY,
' And said, with laughter in bis II,
"I think it must have been at B
When T they threw intothe Gi"
Youth's Companion. -
Sayings of Children.
Grandma Now, Johnny, sit down
and tell me why your father whipped
you. Johnny I'd rather stand up and
tell you.
Sunday School Teacher1 Do you
love your enemies, Tommy? Tommy
What kind of enemies the big ones or
the little ones?
Aunt Mary I do wish the good Lord
had made me a man! Little Flossie
remaps he aid, auntie, and you
haven't been able to find him yet.
"Say, mamma," queried little Har
old, "am I barber?" "Certainly not.
dear," replied his mother. "What put
that idea Into your head?" "Why,
Uncle Bob called me a little shaver
this morning," explained Harold.
"An abstract noun," said the teacher
of the juvenile grammar class, "is the
name of something you can think of
but cannot touch. Now, Harry, can
you give an example?" "Yes, ma'am,
a red-hot poker," promptly answered
the youthful student.
AMERICA'S FIRST REPUBLIC.
It Was Not the United States, but the
Republic of Louisiana.
The first republic in this hemisphere
to succeed in compelling recognition
of its independence was, of course,
the republic whose proud capital is
Washington, D. C. But there was an
earlier one which died soon after its
birth, of -which little or nothing is
said in our American histories. The
Louisiana Purchase Exposition must
be credited with a revival of the mem
ory of the "Republic of Louisiana."
which had its tragic little existence
some years before Patrick Henry and
Sam Adams were talking about revo
lution in the north.
When France, in 1764, ceded Louisi
ana to Spain, the subjects of King
Louis XV. objected to the transfer
without their consent. The local gov
ernment submitted the question to the
council, which, under the lead of Nich
olas Chauvin' de Lafreniere, rose in
revolt. Lafreniere called a convention
of the people at New Orleans while
the new Spanish governor was on his
way to the colony, and the convention
selected a delegate to go to Paris to
dissuade the French king from his
course. Louis XV., however, rebuffed
the delegate and sent back word that
the people must recognize the author
ity of Spain.
It was then that the people of Lou
isiana resolved on a radical course.
On the night of October 28, 1768, the
rebels took possession of the French
forts and the gates of the town in
the name of the republic of Louisiana.
The old French governor offered no
resistance, while the new Spanish gov
ernor took refuge on a ship and sailed
for Havana. On October 29, 1768, the
council at New Orleans adopted a
formal " declaration of independence,
officially named itself the republic of
Lousiana, elected Left-en i ere "Protec
tor" and prepared a written constitu
tion. This interesting government last
ed from October, 1768, to July, 1769,
when a Spanish squadron of twenty
four vessels, with an army of 2,000
men, arrived at New Orleans. The
new Republican State was destroyed
and five Republican leaders, including
Lafrienlere, were put to death. Then
all the republic's official papers, in
cluding its declaration of Independence
and constitution, were burned in the
public square.
The anniversary of the execution of
the leaders, October 28, to to be cele
brated at St. Louis by the laying of
the cornerstone of a monument to La
freniere and his colleagues, on the ex
position grounds. A direct descendant
of Lafrienlere, now living in Wiscon
sin, has received a special invitation
to be present at the exercises. The
Louisiana episode of 1768-69, which has
never won more than a mere footnote
In history, merits the proposed me
morial, and the celebration at St. Louis
ought to Interest the American people
Republics have some right to our sym
pathy. Springfield Republican.
A Sincere Advertiser.
"You advertise all the comforts of
home, do you not?" said the treveler. j
"Yep," answered the sad-looking ru
ral landlord. "This place is my home
and these are all the comforts I get."
Washington Star. "
Some people praise themselves by
blaming others. -
OQQi
ManagrlngT a Man.
Few women understand the extent
of the influence they may obtain over
the minds and manners of their mascu
line belongings, supposing them to pos
sess the ordinary amount of tact and
patience to exert it properly.
Man is a -contrary animaJL Once let
him discover you are Influencing him,
and never again will you succeed in
doing so; for he considers it due to his
dignity to resent anything that ap
proaches to petticoat government.
A woman's influence is limitless for
good, and she. who uses It, save for
good, wrongs herself and her woman
hood; and influencing a man is not tak
ing the reins of government out of the
right hands, or bending a strong will to
one that should be weaker. Indeed, she
who attempts or manages to give more
than a "lead" to any man will be none
the better or happier for the experi
ence. But how to win the power that shall
enable a woman, as maid or matron,
to give that lead?
Only tact and a certain sympathetic
Insight into the minds and moods of
others will teach the way.
The maiden who turns a hobblede
hoy, careless schoolboy brother Into a
polished gentleman, by little appeals to
his chivalry, his dawning vanity, the
secret desire that lurks in every heart
to be liked and admired, Is the girl
who will do as she listeth with her lov
ers, and make her husband, when she
takes one, a happy and successful man.
For in the big things of life, in any
thing that does not touch her affec
tions in business matters, for Instance
a woman Is not only more cautious,
but more far-seeing than a man. Many
md many a home, ruined by rash and
disastrous speculations, might have
been saved had the wife but obtained
Influence that would have given her
gentle counsel weight.
"The word in season how good it
Is!" But there must be no "preaching"
about the girl who would, for their
welfare, lead her brother, lover or hus
band. Home Monthly.
Little Bints.
When the tinner nails are polished
too often they become thin and tender.
A few drops of alcohol in the wash
water invigorates and tones up the
kin.
Never cut the cuticle or any part of
the flesh around the nails; simply press
it back.
Red noses come from many causes,
poor circulation, and tight clothing be
ing the most common.
When polishing the finger nails use
a little rose-tinted paste. The palm of
the bands is the best polisher.
Don't let the hands swing down at
your sides, unless you want the veins
to become filled and the hands turn
red.
Do not use a sponge for bathing pur
poses. They are not sanitary, being
difficult to wash and cleanse thor
oughly. When the feet are continually cold
the hands are liable to become red or
blue. "Warm feet have much to do
with white hands.
Massaging the scalp with the finger
tips dipped in a little castor oil, olive
oil or vaseline for five or ten minutes
every day will strengthen the roots and
cause the hair to grow.
The occasional use of gloves and
cold cream Is" good for the hands, but
If worn every night the hands will be
come yellow. It is best to perforate the
gloves and cut off the finger tips.
For tired and swollen feet a hot foot
bath at night is probably the best heal
er; let the foot remain in the water
for some time; after drying they may
be rubbed with a little sweet ofL and
by morning the swelling and soreness
will be found greatly reduced.
Wives Wanted. .
A traveler in Arizona reports that
the young men of the west are
bachelors not from choice, but from
necessity. Of the dearth of women
in that section he says:
"Thousands of cattle are standing
knee deep in alfalfa, the land is rich
and the young men are thrifty and
prosperous. But they can't get wives.
There are not women enough to go
around. Arizona wants several car
loads of women just as soon as she can
get them.
Census statistics support this view
of the case, not only as to Arizona,
but as to a number of other western
States and Territories. In Arizona
there are 57,027 males and only 37,-
120 females; in Kansas, 593,965 males
and 532,068 females; in Washington,
248,282 males and 160,155 females. '
Girl Nurses.
All girls should know a little about
nursing, so to be of use in times of
sickness. One of the most important
things to see to is the bed. Very few
people really know how to make a bed
properly; that is, to put the sheets on
evenly and smoothly. The sheets
should be large enough to be securely
tucked under the edges of the mattress,
and the greatest care should be taken
to smooth out all the creases, as
nothing fidgets a patient so much as
crumpled sheets or sheets that keep
slipping from side to side.
Then the pillows. The proper way
to arrange them is so that they are
neither too high nor too low, just of
a medium height, to rest the back of
of the patient when sitting up.
Changing and shaking up the pillows
when they have become rumpled takes
but a little time, but It Is very comfort
ing and refreshing to the patient.
The covering of the bed should
vary according to the temperature of
the room, the nature of the sickness,
the feelings of the patient and the
the time of the year. Whatever these
conditions, the coverings should be as
light as consistent with the comfort of
the patient.
Feather beds .should never be used
In cases of sickness. They are uncom
fortable for the patient and keep the
body unnecessarily warm.
Exercise for the Bnsy Housewife.
If a woman Is too busy to take a
daily walk outdoors, she should seek
to get as much fresh air and healthful
exercise in her home as possible.
Hold the body erect, the weight rest
ing upon the balls of the feet, the chest
active and thrown back, before an open
window or door while inhaling deep
draughts of fresh air. This should be
done several times a day.
In sitting at the machine, table or
desk, Incline the body from the waist.
Do not hunch the shoulders or bow the
back.
If the eyes become tired, rest them
for a few seconds, either by closing
easily or changing the direction and
angle of vision by looking off from the
work.
A swaying of the body (from the
waist) backward and forward and to
the right and left will rest the muscles
of the waist and back.
For a few minutes lie flat upon the
back, relax the entire body, become
passive In mind and calm in spirit, and
you will rise a renewed woman.
Woman's Home Companion.
Types of Southern 'Women.
The changing political faith of the
Southern women finds expression in
the three types the grandmother, in
tensely Southern, unreconstructed,
more or less unforgiving (in words, for
she is as tender as an angel in deeds
to all who come her way); her daugh
ter, more than a shade intensely South
ern and unreconstructed; her grand
daughter, loyal and loving to the past
as to a memory, and inspiration, &
faith, but in herself an American a
United States woman, yleldfng fealty
to two flags; the Stars and Bars, for
which perchance her father died, and
the Stars and Stripes, under which her
brother, her lover, her husband, or her
son, may be now serving in a uniform
of Federal blue. The grandmother Is
not quite content that this fealty
should be fervid; the granddaughter
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consider the matter should be rathci
hurt at her attitudev Her .mother says:
"She is jealous of her old flag; It is to
her as the grave of her dead." Myrta
Lockett Avary in Gunton's Magazine.
How to Hold the Baby.
It Is said by those who have made a
study of the subject that children have
been deformed and crippled for life by
being held in wrong positions when
they were little and helpless. The
baby's head must never hang down,
nor must the weight of the body be
allowed to come upon the delicate mus
cles of the stomach and bowels. Ifs
back is weak, and so Is its neck. The
head and back must be supported, and
the hips should rest firmly In the
nurse's hand. It Is a good plan, how
ever, to consult the baby's own taste
in this matter of position. If it Is in
an agreeable position It is contented.
Favor Cheerfnl Women.
Men like the cheerful woman. They
are not patient when it comes to tears,
probably because they know what real
worry and care mean; but they are'
quick to appreciate trials bravely borne.
"I never call around the second time,"
said a young man, "when a girl begins
to tell me her troubles." Although It
sounds like masculine selfishness, one
really can't blame him. What is need
ed in this world is more sunshine and
less whine.
To Prevent Facial Lines.
After bathing with warm water and
drying the face, rub It all over with
the ball of the thumb. This stimu
lates the circulation and strengthens
the muscles. If there are deep lines
running from the corners of the mouth
to the corners of the nose, lay the
thumb among them, and then work it
from side to side.
The Needle and the Pole.
The belief In the constancy of the
magnetic compass to the North Pole
has not the least foundation in fact.
At every different place on the globe
it points in a different direction, and
only one or two of them are due north.
Besides, it is always changing. In
London, for Instance, it points to a
place about 17 degrees west of north.
Seventy-six years ago it was still
further away, being then 24 de
grees, or a quarter of the way around
to the west. In the year 1580 it point
ed 11 degrees east' Then it began
to move north till 1659, when it point
ed due north. But it remained thus
only for a moment, passing around to
its greatest deflection in 160! years.- j
Again it turned in 1820, and Is still
moving nearer the north. It will not
reach that point for nearly a century
and a half, and so it will go on back
ward and forward forever.