T h e N ew * »Und! for • g rea te r and bettor Kalla City all the time FALLS CITY FALLS C ITY. OREGON, SATU RD AY, FEBRUARY 14. 1914 VOL. X creation Felicia fell Uepressingly shabby. But the luncheon was exquisite, and the girls were friendly, uud Felicia did not have much time to think of herself, for thero was a tea on immediately after, and she was carried off by Mary and Roger, wearing a long and splendid wrsp of Mary’s, for her own'sirnple tailor My T I M P L t BAILKY. made jacket was out of the ques •••••••••••••••••••••••••• tion. "N o one will notice that it is her one X , . party dress, a pretty mine," Mary aasured her, “ in the ipay dinner gown, a half down crueh," so Felicia, feeling very ele snirt waiata and an extra hat, and gant, swept through tho crowded away ahu wont to town to visit her rooms and talked as fast as she could to dozens of people and came cousin, Mary Barnes. Mary’« brother Roger n.et her at out hreathlea*. "Wasn’t it awful?" Uogar askod the etatioa. “ Mary it planning no ond of her. “ 1 shouldn't have gone a step thing« for you,’* ho told Felicia if it hadn’t been for you." “ It was delightful, Felicia gur when ho had aattled her in the car- gled— "the pretty women, the riuge. “ She it going to give a luncheon and a tea and a theater lights, tho music, tho ices and party and a dance. It will he a live everything.” “ Humph!” Roger grumbled, and ly existence for you, little girl." Felicia made a little face at him "Oh," Felicia leaped forward, "1 «hall love it! My grouta»! excite and said, “ You're an unsociable ment for a yoar has been a church hear, Roger,” and Roger said, “ Oh, social or a sleigh ride, and I am it’s such a waste of good material for you to «pend your time with longing for society." "Mary spall* society with a big •uch people when you might he ’8,’ " Roger told her. "Sha is a talking to me, Felicia.” Felicia opened her eyea wide at «lava to it, and aha need* a rest. that. “ Do you like to talk to ms, She it aa thin a* a wafer and a* Roger?” the questioned, and Roger pala aa paper." "But think what a lovely time laughed and aaid, “ Yes, but you don t deaerve it.” And Felicia, feel aha basK' Felicia said. "H um ph!" Roger said. "You ing very much flattered, leaned don’t know when you are wall o<T, back in the carriage and peeped at Roger, while Mary mapped out the little Felicia." program for the next day. But Felicia fell on Mary’e neck ’ri’ hero are the Decrmg luncheon whea the reached tho great stone and three teaa and the art «h ih it mansion. and the Colburua' dinner and a box "1 can stay two weeks," she ssid. party after, and then the cotillion." "T ile school board gave me a vaca “ Oh, atop!" Felicia pleaded, look tion, and I am going to have the ing at her cousin with startled eyea. tiasa of my life.” "D o you expect me to do all that in "Indeed you are," Mary »aid and carried her away to a delectable one day, Mary ?" “ She does, Roger asserted, sur bedroom. veying his country couain with mel " I ’ ll get into mv kimono, and ancholy eves, “ and where, oh. than w# can talk," Felicia said joy where in all that program will you ously as sha opened her little black have a minute to spend with me?" bag. But Mary shook her head “ I am not worrying about that," dubiously. "T h e girls are coming for luncheon in just half an hour. Falicia told him, dimpling, "but what am I going to wear, Mary? There are ten of them, and the table decoration« ere tb he in pel« What am I going to wear?*’ "There’s your white dress,” Mary piak, your favorite color." aaid alowly. "W hat shall I wear?" Felicia ask “ But I can’t wear that one dress ed. " I have a gray gown and a white one, and the white one ie for to a luncheon and three teas and a theater party tuu a dance. What evening." “ The grey will be all right with a are you going to wear, Mary?” “ Mv ph I c blue broadcloth will do ducky little knot of pink carna for tha luncheon and the tea and tions and lillics of the valley. The florists are doing them that way tho view. Then I shall wear white lace to the dinner and the reat of now, and Roger can get you some.” Roger got the flowers, but the the evening." "When in all that rush will you gray gown was not gorgeous, and find time to change?” was Roger’» beside M a n ’* shimmering chiffon «••••••••••••••••••••••••a j Felicia’s Dive j Buy all g o o d i e merchants and help to y # make Falla City greater ! Into Society! question. Mary leaned hack in the corner of the carriage. She was very pale, and there were dark circlet around her r eye*. ey ‘Oh,., I don't know; 1 don’t know," she said. “ Sometimes I feel as if I were on a treadmill and no one would let me stop." Felicia looked at her with star tled ‘u eyes. ly, I thought you liked it,' "Why, she gasped. Mary straightened up at that. “ Oh, wheu I get into it," she said, trying to speak lightly, “ it’s not so had, but 1 have felt the •train this winter awfully." Between rushes that night Roger ' caught Felicia for a moment alone in tne library. “ Mary is dreadful ly blue," he told her. "She broke her engagement with Boh Carruth in the summer, and she hasn’t seen him since, and she misses him." “ What did ahe break it for?" Fe licia asked. "H o wanted her to go south with him and settle in u little town where he could practice medicine, and she wouldn’t give up society, and now I think she regrets it.1 “ Oh," »aid little Felicia, “ if I lov ed a man I would go to the end of the world with him!” “ Would you?" Uogcr asked. “ Yea." “ Well, 1 am leaving for Japan next week,” ingratiatingly. Felicia gazed at him with intense indignation for a moment; then she turned her hack on him. “ Silly!” ahe said. When Felicia went to bed that night she was so tired that ahe could not sleep. The next morning she was as pale as Mary. For a week the two girls dragged their engagements, finishing up on Sat urday night with another cotillion. Felicia wore her white dress. It was mussed, and she knew that she was not looking her best, but ahe was so tir^d that ahe did not care. Roger had sent her a bunch of vio let», and her dance card was filled with names, but the fact gave her no satisfaction. The fourth dance was Roger’s. "Enjoying it?” he asked briefly as he swung her out on to the floor. "Oh, I am so tired I shall drop," ■ho said. “ Can’t I go home, Rog er?" She looked so like a little weary child that Roger laughed. “ Baby,” he teased and then ten derly, “ I ’ll hunt Mary up, and we will cut the rest of it." In the carriage Mary collapsed. “ I didn’t dream I was so tired,” she sobbed, with her head on Fe licia’s shoulder, and Rocer. survey- Try a Sack of HIGH FLIGHT FLOUR and watch results All Goods and Prices Are Right AT Falls City Lumber Co. STORE No. 24 i«g the pair with twinkling eyes, ■aid, "L e t rne prescribe." “ W ell?" tame hack in muffled agreement. “ You pack your trunk, Mary,” he planned, “ and go borne with Fe licia. It’s lovely in the country now, and I ’ll come up and bring Boh Carruth with me. Mary sat up, with her face ablaze. “ Bob Carruth?" "Yea. 1 had a letter from him yesterday. He’s coming up for a visit." Faint pink tinged Mary’s cheeks. “ Do you think he will want to see me, Roger?" »he asked wistful ly, and Roger said gently, “ I know he will, Mary.” So Felicia packed her little trunk, and Mary packed a larger one, and away they went to the country, where the trees were crimson and gold and brown and where the .air was like wine. And there Bob Car ruth and Roger followed them. “ So she is really going to marry hirn and live in a country town," Roger commented, and he and Fe licia followed Mary and her lover ulong a path that seemed to end in a golden sunset. “ Yea," Felicia said. "And you are going to marry me and come and live, in the city," Roger ventured. “ I haven’t promised yet,” said little Felicia. “ I am afraid that some day i should be saying, ’Give rne again my hollow tree, my crust of bread and liberty."’ “ You aren’t afraid of anything of the kind,” Roger told her. “ You know we would live happy ever after." “ Oh, well, if you are so sure,” said Felicia as she tucked a con fiding hand through his ann and looked up at him with happy eyes, “ 1 guess I shall have to say yes, Roger.” Marvslousl Farmer— I have a brown Leghorn down home that lays the year round. Citiman— Oh, that’» nothing. We have a milkman at home who lays a bottle of milk in front of our door «•Very morning.— Judge. TREASURE- IN A TRASH BOX. A T rs a s u ry D epartm ent Pusxls Rem ains Unsolved. Thst Sophia Holmes was a free colored woman, the wife of a slave owned by Colon«*! Seaton, who lived in Washington at the beginning of the war between the states. The hus band was with the army and lost his life at the battle of Manassas, so his widow, who had ten children to care for, applied to General Spinner, then treusurer of the United States, for work. She was given the task of sweeping, dusting and emptying wastebaskets at a salary of $15 a month. One day, after the clerks had all left the rooms, she discovered that one of the boxes in which waste paper was thrown was almost full of big bundles of crisp, new money! Some of the bills were as higli in denomination as $1,000. They were all neatly packed, and enough litter to hide them was spread over them. Sophin hastily covered up the treasure and continued her work aa if nothing had happened. The watchman, making his last rounds, asked her why she lingered so late. She pretended to be busy, and the man kept on and left her undis turbed. Sophia feared to tell the watchman what she had found. “ He mought er tuck the money hisself, and then laid it on me,” she after ward said. Now Sophia knew that it was the habit of General Spinner to spend the night in his office. So great was his anxioty at this time that he slept in a little room that adjoined his main office. In a jacket and slippers he would rest most of the night, although he would get up frequently to make a tour of the building and satisfy himself that everything was in perfect order. So Sophia waited. She sat on the box of money and nodded. The hours slipped by and still she failed to hear the tan, tap! of the old slip pers coming down the stone halls. But at last she heard the familiar footsteps approach her door. Aa General Spinner was about to pass, she stepped forward. “ Jest step in here and see what I done find!” exclaimed Sophia in a mysterious voice. Then she took the litter from the top of a big box and showed to the startled man the bundles of new money within. General Spinner sent at once for some of the treasury officials; the money was counted and found to amount to over $200,000. Mean while he sent Sophia home in a car- THE AURORA BOREALIS. Glorious Bsauty of tho 'Vondonul N o rt h e rn Lig h t* . When the frequency of the au rora in the polar regions is referred to, the expression should not be taken too literally. On the contrary, auroras, I believe, are far less nu merous in the polar region proper than farther to the south. It was one, night about the mid dle of September that 1 beheld a truly magnificent display of the au rora borealis. Across the inky blackness of the northern sky a great arc of pure white light was suJdeuly stretched, which lit up the snow covered mountains around our camp just as if we had suddenly at tracted the very active attention of a gigantic searchlight. From the main body of this glorious sheet of flame great darts and streamers constantly shot shiv ering and shimmering through the sky, now opening out into broad white lanes of light, and again nar rowing until swallowed up once more by the envious darkness of the surrounding sky. Never for a single instant were these wonderful polar lights still. They constantly spread and con tracted in every varying waves and tongues of light until they finally died out, and the stars once more shone brightly in the clear sky. The effect was indeed amazing and awing in the extreme. Only once more did we see the northern lights, hut then, too, the display was so soul stirring and magnificent, and I count these splendors of the arctic sky as the most marvelous of all the wonders of the world— all the wonders of the world that l have been privi leged to see, at any rate. Seen in the solitude of the northern wilder ness, such visions of glory cannot but awaken reverence in the soul of man, of whatever race or degree of culture.— E. C. Selous in London Strand Magazine. Ths Extinct Tasmanians. Tasmania’s pretty girls of Euro pean lineage have never been tempted to follow the fashion of the native Tasmanian women, who had all their hair removed with a flint and went bald. The last pure blooded Tasmanian woman died in 1876, aged seventy-six; the last man in 1869, aged thirty-four. A traveler says that the native had two fine points, eyes and teeth. The eyes were prominent and often of great beauty and brilliancy; and a dentist of wide experience knew of no teeth equal to the Tasmanian’s for strength, size and enamel. But the nose was bridgeless, the chin “ ran off,” and the upper jaw pro truded. Tw o Great Orators. PERIL IN MIDAIR. A Tripls Somorssult and Prsssnse «4 Mind In a Tornado. A certain fumous troupe of aeri- alista includes the only men who can do the tiiple somersault from a flying bar to what is known in circus talk as “ the catch.” That, interpreted by the Boaton Herald, means that u man hang* by hit legs and grasps by the wrists the somer saulting acrobat as he flies past. The feat requires an extremely ac curate calculation of seconds and inches, and the most extraordinary flexibility and agility on the part of both performers. In this difficult act a man who may be called Silver does the swing through the air, and one named Marco does the catching. One day, in Texarkana, before the show be gan, the acrobats saw a dark cloud on the horizon, and when one ae*;« that in Texas it ia a sign of trouble The equestrian director, who is ringmaster for that part of the per formance, asked, “ Will you take a chance on your act?" The acrobats never like to dis appoint an audience, and one of them said, “ All right, we’ll go ahead." “ Hurry it up, then,” counseled the equestrian director. They had put through part of their performance, and Marco was hanging by hia legs, waiting for Sil ver to swing, when that black cloud arrived directly above the tent. It lifted a corner of the tent and be gan to rip it into shreds. The audi ence knew what was happening and ran. The elephants began to trum pet and the other animals to give their various cries of fear. Silver, however, had started hie ■wing and was making his triple somersault through the air, when the tornado simply lifted the whole tent, the main pole and their ap- laratns and shifted it all over at east eight inches. Partly by luck and partly by great effort and skill. Marco managed to catch Silver aa he flew by. T o continue in Marco’e own words: “ The minute I had his wrists and before I had swung him back to hia trapeze, he yelled: “ ‘Hold place«!' “ You see, when a wind strikes a tent or we see other danger com ing, the women in our troupe, of whom there are four— Silver's wife, my wife and two others— drop into the net first, and the men after them. You can’t all drop into the net at once. You’ve got to take your turn. “ But the wind had so twisted our apparatus about that any one who dropped would take a chance of falling outside the net. All the trapezes were swaying violently. “ Silver landed back on his tra peze safely, and for six or seven minutes we all hung tight, while the tornado blew itself out. “ Then we dropped down by the ropes to the ground, and I can tell you,” Marco concluded, “ we were a mighty thankful lot.” [ As an orator Demosthenes was head and shoulders above Cicero, the Roman. The great Athenian stands in a class all by himself, if we are to believe the consensus of learned opinion. Cicero, it is said, Arms, Lags and ths Man. prided himself on his faculty of ex How many of us have noticed temporizing at need, but probably trusted little to it on great occa that we walk with our arms aa well sions, while with Demosthenes it as with our legs? Sitting on a was the rule never to speak without grassy slope overlooking a seaside the most careful preparation. The promenade I was struck by the me speeches of both were spoken with chanical swing of the arms of the out manuscript. They would never stream of passersby— the right arm have made the reputation they did always keeping position with the if they had been tied down to their left leg and the left arm with the right leg. Bv attempting to re notes.— New York American. verse the order of the swing I found that I had a tendency to Libsria. The republic of Liberia was progress like a crab, while the ef founded in 1820 by the American fort to keep them fixed by the side Colonization society, which was es was like the shutting off of the tablished by Henry Clay in 1816. steam from the engine. Arms and The capital of the republic, Mon the man must be amended to arms, rovia, was so named in honor of legs and the man!— London Mail. James Monroe, president of the United States at the time the re public was founded. Many blacks were taken over from this country, with the idea that, having become civilized to a certain extent here, they would act as valuable assist ants to the natives in the work of managing the fortunes of the new state. Liberia has never prospered and is at the present time “ in the hands of a receiver,” so to speak.— New York American. Dignity of ths English Waitsr. The English hotel waiter belong« to a race which is slowly but surely becoming extinct and carries about him the melancholy aura of the doomed. Every head waiter at a British inn has in him at least the making of a duke’s butler. No glimpse of avarice marks the per fection of his monumental manner, and if at the last he condescends to accept your vail it is with some thing of the air of a discrowned king.— London Sketch. Ths Luoky Hsrssshos. I t was about the middle of the seventeenth century that the super stitious use of horseshoes as em blems of good luck originated in England. They were at first deem ed a protection against witches and evil spirits and were nailed on doors of houses with the curve up permost. It was the belief that no witch or evil spirit could enter a house thus guarded. The custom of nailing horseshoes to ships and other sailing craft is still in vogue in all English speaking countries. ■lands’ Photograph Boat. “ Blond girls have their photo graphs taken juat about twice aa often in the long run aa brunettes,” remarked a famous photographer. “ The reason is easy to discover. Blonds make better pictures than brunettes. The lighting effects are far better when the subject is • blond. A blond girl may get * photograph that will flatter her, where one of n brunette taken un der the same condition« will not even do her justice.”