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About Bohemia nugget. (Cottage Grove, Or.) 1899-1907 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 29, 1905)
Ml 1 Along shout Thanksslrlii' time, when all the leaves are down. And ill the fruit's been picked anil all the hills are tiirnln' brown. There's scmcthln' In the nlr that soenis to stir your hlood a bit. That makes you clad you're In the world and that you're part of It: The sons the wind goes slnglu' In the ever green's sublime; There's ginger In a man along about Tbanksglvtn' time. There'a somethln' wonderful about the lee so thin and white Across the narrow little rut that dried up In the nlirht; It'a criss-crossed In a hundred ways with streaks and veins and lines. And sparkles out like diamonds when the , Bun spunks tip and shines. And when you break It with your heel you couldn't hardly tell It rattle from the Jingle of a little silver beil. Along about Thnnksglvln' time It seems somehow, ts though The sky was nearer to ua than It waa a while ago; And when It's clear how clear It Is the crisp, fresh air. 1 mean Tou'd almost think It blew through sieves somewhere to make It clean. Oh, when It's whlskln' strong and free. It's notbln' but a crime To nt get out and stir, along- about Thanksglviu' time. It's almost like a miracle to see the first snow fly. To watch the million little chunks come dartin' from the sky. To hear them bounce au-alnst the panes, to watch the wild things, tamed. Go tumblin' down to melt as though they kind of felt ashamed, And when darkness comes and lets the wind go murmuring. It's like the sweet old lullabies our mothers used to sing. Along abo.it Thanksglvln' time there's somethln' In the air That seems to make you brisk and strong, that kind of crimps your hair; Too feel all ready for the storms you know you'll have to meet, Tou're not afraid of anything that's walkln' 'round on feet. And lookln' at it any way, the old earth's quite sublime. Although It's bare and brown along about Thanksglviu' time. -8. E. Kiser, In Chicago Record-Herald. EDIE'S MISSION. "Susie, to-morrow's Thanksgiving." Lower over her sewing drooped the golden head, and a tear trembled on her eyelash as aim answered: "Yes, darling." "Aren't we going to have Thanksgiv ing?" continued the child, "a little bit of a Thanksgiving, Susie? How mean Uncle Ralph is to let you work so when " "Ilush, Edie! you must not talk thus. Uncle Kalph is very kind in letting ua have this cottage rent free, otherwise my needle would not support us." But little Edie could not help thinking of the great grim house upon the hill, and the great grim man who utterly Ig nored bis poor relation. She thought o long and so intently about it that at last a daring resolution entered her curly bead. "I'll go and see him and tell him all about It, so I will! I'm not afraid of him if be Is big and grim and cross." And without pausiug to consider the doubtful undertaking, away she went In the direction of the stately mansion dark and gloomy which was the home of the misanthropic uncle, who from being one of the pleasantest of young fellows, in bygone days, had changed thus sadly. Humor said for two reasons because his betrothed, beautiful Nellie Clyde, hud deserted him for her (lerman music teacher, and because his petted, idolized young sister had fallen in love with a poor clerk and married him. 'I will never forgive you, never," he bad said to her, sternly, "not because your husband is poor, but because he is shiftless." And she had gone, proudly, with brave trust in her young husband alas, but to find her brother's words prophetic. The knowledge broke her heart, and she died, and was soon followed by her drunken husband, leaving their two daughters in bl(ter poverty. Edie rang the bell of the great house with such violence that it brought the footman in greut haste to the door. "1 have come to see my Uhcle Kalph," she said, breathlessly. "I suppose he's In bis study? Oh, you needn't show iiih the way; I know it," and site coolly ran by him up the polished stairway for had not her mother told her of every nook and cranny in the old home?" At the far end of a gloomy room a fire glowed sleepily, and a gray-haired man sat in an armchair motionless be fore it. Edie crept in softly. As she n eared him she perce'Ted that his face was very sad and weary looking. Home look upon bis face made her think of her dead mother, and, almost before she knew it, she had flung both her chubby arms about his neck and kissed bis cheek. To say that Itsfph Morley was surpris ed but weakly expresses It; he was thun derstruck, and gazed down in the dim phW litti face la mutt atnaxement "Edie. little Edie!" he crld; "I It little Edie, a child again, and come back to me?" "Yes," said the child, clinging about his neck; "I was mamma's little Edie, and I will be yours if you will let me." Then he comprehended. It was not his own littlo sister, but It was her child: it waa her gentle, loving spirit speaking to him through her. And his hard heart became tender, as he folded the child to his breast and bowed hi head upon the soft, fair curls and wept. Susie wearily wending her way home ward, pondering how best to expend the small change which she dared spare for a Thanksgiving dinner, was overtaken by Karl Schilling, her own true love. "Oil. Susie!" he cried, breathlessly, "what do you think has happened? Look! here is an invitation to Weak Hall, from my employer, rci;irti;g the presence of my mother and myself at his Thanks giving dinner to-morrow. What is the world coming to?" "I'm sure I don't know," smiled Susie. 'Tncle Kalph is no doubt beginning to appreciate you, Karl." "Hut he was that cross this morning. he resembled nn icicle more than any thing else. There must bo some mis take." "No," said Susie, gravely; "it is a very kind invitation, and you must accept it." "Oh, certainly; but how very surpris inc. What will mother say? Our paths divide here, Susie, so, for the present 1 will say good-night. His mother surprised! If she was. she betrayed it only by a sudden pale ness, then a slight color, ami placing her bowed head in her hands she sobbed softly. A HANDFUL OF The gobbler grows rotund. And so we shout "Hooray!" And hurl our hat On high thereat And romp and frisk and play. And sigh, by sudden rapture stunned) "Alack, a well a dayl" While thus we flip Flap o'er the sand And gaily skip Joy's saraband. We watch him spread his tall As on be proudly struts, And see him puffed And crisp and stuffed With bread and sage and nuts. Till we would oi, the fork Impale Ills choicest Juicy cuts While Fancy's breeze Fills us a-slgh With argosies Of golden pie. Oh, bird of rare renown Susie, hastening homeward, beheld a pair of superb horses and an elegant car riage at their humble door, and Edie, with bright, eager face, came bounding to meet her. "Oil, Susie! I've been to see Uncle Kalph, and oh! he loves me, he does truly, and you, too, and and you're to come with me in the carriage, you know, to his house; he said so, and he sent me after you." "Are you mad, Edie?" exclaimed the incredulous elder sister. "No, no; get in, right away do get in," commanded the excited child, and as one in a dream Susie Green allowed herself to be assisted Into the carriage. "I went to see Uncle Kalph, and I kissed him, and ho kissed me, and called me 'hia little Edie,' and and I told him all about our hard times, and about that pain in your side, and about Karl and his invalid mother, how you loved each other, and all. Uncle Kalph said we were to live in his home after this, and he would take care of us." "It is a fairy dream, Edie." "No it isn't either; it's true; and there is Undo Kalph ou the steps awaiting us." It was no dream. Susie realized It forcibly when the grave, stern man came quickly forward anil took her gently in his arms ami kissed her tenderly, ami In a husky voice bade her "welcome home." Such a dinner as was ordered! Such light, and warmth, and beauty, as filled the mansion throughout! Edie was in ecstasies and danced hither and thither like a stray sunbeam. Her lovoly new dress and dainty slippers burdened her none; she enjoyed them among the oth er good things that had befallen them. Hut Susie protested feebly, "Indeed, Uncle Kalph, you are more than kind, mora than generous; how can I ever pay you?" "n.v forgiving my former cruelty and loving me n little, nu.l wearing the pretty things your maid has selected. It will please mo to have yon wear them," And when Susie entered the parlor In her lovely trailing blue sal In, Edie sprang from her uncle's arms with a lit tle cry of rapture. "Oh! how beautiful you are, Susie!" The sound of carriage whirls here di verted her attention, "it Is Karl'' she cried, running to the window. Yes, It was Karl. :,,td the surprise he felt upon meeting his betrothed, robed like a princess, in her uncle's parlor, , Increased when he presented his pale, lovely mother to his employer. "My mother. Mr. Morley," he began, then paused, for a glance at his employ er's while, agitated face: and his moth er's downcast and sof t!y-!luslied, told him they had met before. "Nellie! Nellie Clyde!" "Yes." she answered, softly. "Nellie t i.viie schilling, a w Mow, obi and poor, to whom you sent nit invitation to a Thanksgiving dinner." "Nellie!" lie repeated, eagerly, "you would not have come to mock me In my solitude and loneliness, unless unless the past was to be forgotten! Shall it not be as it was, twenty years ago?" "I 1 did not suppose you would feel thus, nt this late day," she said, in confusion.- "I only thought we might be friends once more." "And so we will," he cried, "the very best friends the world has ever known. Oh, what a Thanksgiving you brought me, little Edie!" The Hearthstone. The Thanksgiving- liiy Njiirtt. Hotter is a dinner of herbs where love is than a stalled ox and hatred there with. And that applies to the Thanks- 1U3KEY THOUGHTS. JuvoriJu.J. J.,7;,r. That makes the eagle look To all Intents Like seven cents. You're greater when the cook. Who knows Just how to do you brown, And knows It like a book, Makes you In glee A roasted dream A sympho-iiee Of bliss supreme! Foil soon o'er you, blithe fowl. The knife and fork will clash; And first we'll bold You hot, then cold, And later In that hash Which whisks the whiskers off the scowl Of sorrow like a flash; While hand In baud We sigh and swoon Id fairy-land Beneath the moon. II. K. Munklttrtck, In Sunday Magazine. giving dinner as well as to any other feast. No costly or skillfully prepared viands can make up for the lack of that genial affection and sympathy which we all understand through sympathy, but which is so difficult to describe. While you cannot extemporize this sentiment, you can avoid doing tiie things that pre vent it from having free play. There is a season for everything; and the season for those truthful remarks or justifiable actions that might provoke resentment ami ill feeling is not on such a day as Thanksgiving. It is remarka ble how much the coldness, Indifference or failure to enter into the spirit of an occasion may do to spoil its whole ot mosphere nnd to make the feast a dismal failure. Whatever else you are on these high festivals at home, do not be a "kill joy." Ho not suffer your pride or van ity, or even your desire to lead others o adopt courses that you regard as best for them, make you Indifferent or unsym pathetic to tho mood of t lie hour. There are muny occasions nnd Thanksgiving day is one of them, when our highest duty is not to impose our consciences upon other people, but to contribute to the common stock of happiness and sym pathy. The Watchman. Honiewliat of a Diiinpenor. Mrs. Jimpson Just see what mother has sent us a lovely big turkey for our Thanksgiving dinner! It came by ex press tliis morning. Jimpson (joyfully) Bless her heart! That's Just like her! Mrs. Jimpson And she sent a note saying she would be here to help ua eat It. Jimpson (not quite o Joyfully) The dickens! That's just like br, tool New York Times. he tty Kill CHAPTER IX. For some reason Pauline Mailing was In a very Irritable state of mind. Per haps she was regretting the moment's impulse that had prompted her to no cept a nameless young painter, Habette too, seemingly had n weight ou her mind. She crept about her work, laying out Miss Mailing's elegant evening toilet with n subdued air very different from her usual noiseless activity. Ilabctto was doing her best to get through her duties, when, as ill luck would have It, memory for a moment assorted itself and brought before her a picture of a pretty black- eyed urchin tossing from side to side in his small cot a ml crying out her name unceasingly ns he refused the cooling irink offered by a hand he did not love. The maid sobbed sobbed audibly. Miss Mailing raised tier eyes from their conti'inplal ion of the carpet and looked in dignified surprise at tho young Prenohw i man. Noting for the first time the sigius of tears on her face, Miss Mailing felt angry. "What in heaven's name is the matter with you, Habette'.' Pray don't let mo have any weeping and wailing. If there is one thing that exasperates me more than another, it is n crying woman." "Pardon, mademoiselle; t lit grief over came me in spite of myself. I did not intend to speak; but, as you have noticed my sorrow, 1 will make bold to tell vsmi that I have a little stepbrother, the only being in the world who is related to me, and I have hero a letter telling me he is very ill, and that he u-ks for me night and d.iy night and day." The poor girl's voice broke for u moment: but she rallied and went on. "If mademoiselle could spare die for just enough time to get to ISoiilogne and back to see the poor little fellow!" "And what am I to do in the mean time?':" Pauline asked icily, "Of course you can go if you like; but you need not come back. 1 am surprised you should ask me such an insane thing, when joii know the house will be full of people the day after to-morrow. I could not possi bly do without you. Pray do not say an ther word aliout it, and please ieavo off crying. Habette moved away to -the far end of the room, wiped her eyes, and stood for an instant quite still, repressing the sobs that shook her frame. "If my little Pierre dies without s lug me 1 will never forgive you never! 1 will watch for a chance of doing you a great harm; and it will come if I am patient," the girl thought. After dressing Miss Mailing and mak ing the dressing room tidy, Habette pass ed through the picture gallery on her way to Mrs. Perkins' sanctum for her usual cup of tea. Thinking everybody must be downstairs, she stopped at Jack's easel und looked at Pauline's picture. "So you think the world is made for your pleasure? You are too high a lady to trouble yourself with your servants' affairs; but perhaps they will troublo themselves with yours, madame! 1 huve seen you tlinch and shrivel up strangely sometimes. People don't shrivel up for nothing, unless they have a fear of some thing; and if they have a secret fear, there must be something bail to cause it. It' my littlo darling dies without the comfort of kissing his Habette once, it will be your fault; and u 11 my life long 1 wiil watch, watch, wutch, to try to repay your cruelty to mo und him!" and she looked as if n!ie meant it. Jack, who had stopped until the last moment finishing his rattier ditllcult let ter to Ethel iu lus owu room, wus struck by the intense hatred in the woman's J face as lie opened the door, wondered for the moment what could huve caused it, wished the next that ho could cull it up at will and use her us a model for a fiend, and the next moment forgot all uhout it. Throwing his letter ou the hull table, he hurried into tne drawing room to make his peace for being late. Habette had her quiet cup of tea with Mrs. Perkins, and, witli a plentiful shed ding of tears, wrote to tho woman who hud charge of little Pierre, to say that she could not come to her darling just now. Tho letter was full of loving messages and promises, and the poor girl's heart felt very heuvy as she nut it into the bug. 'She hud taken it into the hull her self. There wus another letter lying there ready stumped for the post; slio took it up carelessly, recognized it by the red seal us tho one Juck hud hud in his huud when he passed her iu the gallery, ami stood truusli.xcd with surprise us she reud the address. Tho address of that pretty demoiselle that I followed home from the museum, by her orders! Why, there is something iu this! Why, if she wants the address of u lady who is known to Monsieur lorutou, does slio not usk him, instead of setting mi' to follow her liko u po liceman V I shall have that to find out!" "Hnbetle, I vvunt you," Mrs. Perkins culled from the door that shut off the. servants' quarters. Something iu the voice, some subtlo touch of sympathy, struck Kuhctto's quick ear. Shu turned so sharply that Mrs, Perkins hud not tune to douceul the black bordered letter she held iu her hand. With a heart rending cry, Kuhcttu started forward und snatched tho letter from her. Site was a quick, impetuous, unreason ing and unreasonable creature; she did not stop to consider that she could not have readied the child even if Pauline had given her instant consent. Slio re membered only that her mistress hud been cruel to her iu the time of her trouble; und slio registered a vow that, If there was any secret In Paulino Mail ing's past life, slio would hunt it out and humiliate her. A letter lay by Ethel's plate; but she diil not touch it. Mr. Mallett, self-absorbed as ever, did not notice how his du ugbti-r was struggling to preserve her usual composure all through the breuk- fust time. Jack Oornton bad not Intended to be irueJ when be wrote; but, after destroy- Jlfc's Sccrct' OR A BITTER RECKONING : CHARIOT! 11 M. NKAHMH lug n dof.eu sheets of paper lit his desire to bo neither too soft nor loo hard, he decided at Inst that the shorter and plain er he made it the better; ami this was what he hail written: "My Hear Ethel--1 should not have had the courage to do as you have done; but perhaps you are right as indeed you always are. Por tho future will you allow mo to consider myself "Your faithful friend, "JOHN noKNTON?" "I Bin glad -so very glad I wrote It. It would have been dreadful If we had married, und .lack had found out that ho did not care for me afterward. Now I had hotter destroy that anonymous letter. I thought that perhaps Jack might have wished the engagement to continue, Iu which case 1 should have sent the letter to liiiu and asked for an explanation." So Ethel went bravely about her home dtllios, though her very lips were while with the restraint she was putting on her feelings. She ( r .ivl wlti nil her strength of mind she possessed to put her humiliating grief away from her. "Why should I sorrow for him If hfl can throw me off without one word of regret?" she asked herself, angrily. Still, in spile of her determination to crush her love under the weight of her self-respect, she now and again felt as if her heart would break. She resolute ly denied herself the relief of tears, nnd suffered far more intensely iu conse quence. The thrushes and the lively robins tt ml perky sparrows were having n good time of it on the lawns at the Wigwam that morning. Captain Pellmg was fond of these small tor. is, and liiiod to see them about the place, ami ho had determined to do what he could to tame them dur ing the hard winter weather, should he decide to stay on iu the Wigwam, which he hail taken furnished for six mouths, lie did not take much notice of the little creatures this morning, though, lie was iu a "brown study." and sat so motion less on his comfort. tblo cane chair under the veranda (hut the more courageous of the birds hopped about within a yard of his feet. The fact was t'aptuin Polling was dis appointed, lie had expeited a letter either from Ethel or Mr. Mallett that morning, to settle their visit ou tho mor row. "Even if they do not care to conic," he told himself, "they might have been civil enough to send some conventional excuse." After awhile It occurred to him that perhaps the Mallets had written, and that tho letter had miscu rrle.l ami he felt somewhat relieved ut the bare Idea. He made up his mind (hut ho would go up to town in any case; and as he went along he would decido upon what course ho would pursue. And all through his vacillation he never oneo admitted to himself that it was his longing to see Ethel again that had for the moment transformed him into a hutiiuu shuttle cock. Notwithstanding a short notice, (he phaeton was nwidy a minute before the appointed time, looking perfect In every detail. Pi lling had tho reins In his hand und his foot on (he stcp4 when he noticed n telegraph boy ling toward the house. He wuited a moment. Yes, it wus for him! "From Ocoffrey Mallett, Huckinghnui street, nioomsbiiry, to Captain Polling, The Wigwam, Wimbledon. Shall be with you at - o'clock to-morrow, Oct sketches iu inspection order." And tin man of thirty felt a lad again iu his liglit hearlcdness, us he sent his handsome buys along the ro.nl. CHAPTER X. Jack's love-miiking went on swim mingly during tho lovely summer weath er und among tho beauties of Mulling ford. Tho house was full of visitors now, and, In accordance with Pauline's wishes, their engagement was kept strict ly private. Still, iu spite of ull their care, the stnto of affairs was pretty shrewdly guessed ut by most of (he peo ple about them, and the wcll-hrcd guests wondered immensely ut Miss Mailing's sudden fit of unworldliness. Strangely enough, Habette, with ull her sharpness, was huh of the last to hear of her mis tress' infatuation for the "arlist chap," us he was scornfully described among the servants; but the moment she did hear of it slio begun wondering ami watching un til in her owu mind she was sure that Miss Mailing was really deeply j,( ovo with this good-looking Mr. Oornton. Habette liked Jack, and, knowing, i she believed shu did, the evil of Pauline's heart, she was sorry to think that such an altogether too charming young mail should be so thrown way. So Kubbtto was always on (he watch for some (dew that would help here to discover her young mistress' secret; and at this time she showed great Interest in Mrs. Perkins' gossip about the family hoping to glean some scrap of Informa tion that might be of use to her Iu fur thering her revengeful purpose. "And if mademoiselle had married against tho wishes of Milord Summers, or without his consent, she would have lost the whole estate?" who asked, one evening iu August, us slio Hipped her tea leisurely. "Yes, if she did ho before slio was twenty-five; but after her twenty-fifth birthday slio wi.i bo free to marry whom soever hIio pleases; and, as slio will be twenty-five on tho seventeenth of next month, thcro is not much chance of her sacrificing tho estate ut this lute day, after wuiting until now." "Thut is so," observed Habette, with a disappointed air. She reflected for a few moments, and a flash of intelligence crossed her face as slio asked, "And if mademoiselle had married in her ex treme youth before she was known as the heiress of the property how then?" "I think she would lose everything." "Who would have It after her?" "Sir Geoffrey, the late baronet's brother." "T be sure! It must bare been great I blow to him when ha found himself rob I bed of everything by his brother's In justice. What ilid ho do? Whom did lu KoV" "I don't know. He Is ns proud ns nny ! of Hie family, nnd, when his brother ! told him never to come near the plaen again, ho put on his lint without one word, and walked nway wllh his head ns high us If ho were the heir of thousands. We've never seen n sight of hllil slucn that day, and It's my belief we never shall." Habetle believed she hnd found th keynote to Paulino's secret trouble. That there was secret trouble, she never doubt for nn Instant. Sh had observed her mistress loo closely to bo misled oil that point; she knew that nothing but soinn mighty four could cause those sudden starts, followed by perl. ids of anxious, heavy browed thought, lo which slio wns subject. And, when Habclle went Up stairs, she reasoned the mailer out. "I have heard that she never knew she wns her uncle's heiress until nfter her father's death. What Is inort likely then than she should have married out there In Italy -married some poor Idiot who was caught by her prcttj face? And then, when my lady suddenly lluds that she Is it r It'll woman, she is tired of (his poor fool, and runs away nnd enjoys her life by herself. 1 believe I have found tho dark spot In my lino lady's life! If this is ns I think, I can take fi i her her beloved II ii lice liud lier riches at one blow. How glorious that would be!" Her face glowed with savngti satis faction at Ihe hare thought of so com plete a revenge. She left her seat by tho buy window of Pauline's ilis'sing room, and paced up and down, lier excitement being too great for her to renin In still. The dusky gloom deepened until the room was all In shallow, and presently n house maid came Iu and lighted the caudles In the largo silver brunches on the toilet table. As Ihe door closed behind the urn Id tn bi'lle resinned her promenade, and ciimn to a sudden stop us her e) es rented on tho key left In the look of a small hrouxn box, This box contained Miss Mailing's private, keys! She locked up very lillle; but what she did lock up she was rather particular aliout, and her keys were In variably kept in this Indian box, thit key of which she carried about with her. As Habette stood looking with a dull, fascinated gae at Ihe key, she heard tho rustle of silken skirls in the gallery oii:si.o, Wiili a swoop like a hawk's, so swift and uolseleos was it, she pluck ed the little key from the Ink ami lip ped it into the pocket of lor dainty frill ed nprou. The n.M instant Miss Mailing turned the handle of Ihe door and saw Habette rearranging the luc draperies round the looking glass. She crossed (ho room and went straight to the table, glanced quickly at tho box, and then turned to Habetle. "Have you seen the key of this box?" "Not to-day, mademoiselle." "Provoking!" She took it up In her hands nnd shook It. Yes, the keys nrn inside, Habetle, I wish you not to leave these rooms tonight until I come up to bed. I have dropped the key some where. I don't suppose it will be found until wo have daylight to help us It Is so smnll. Have your supper sent up to you here." "Very good, mademoiselle." R.ibctto stood with her hands held tightly over lier heart, listening to tho rustle of the silken skirts along the gal lery and down the stairs. Then her expression changed from strained atten tion to vivid triumph. She threw her clasped hands high over her head. Slot locked both doors, dosed one window to prevent tho blinds from fluttering, nu.l then unlocked (lie small broti.e box. Shu laughed us she picked out a key from tho bunch and tried to unlock Pauline's largo desk. "At last!" she whispered, ns the lock of the desk flew bac.;. (To h foinlnned Junt kcsctitmritt. "You say your hoard begun to grow when you were Id," ri'tnurkcil tho vis itor nt tho dime museum. "May I nsk how long It bus taken yoti to bring It to Its present magnificent propor tions?" "Sir," said tln Hcnnled I.ndy, Justly Incensed, "you arc the first man tlint tin h ever diircil to nsk my iigc!" Clil- ug) Tribune. Clio nee for Illin. "Ah!" Hlglie.l (,o Tnlr maid, know what It Is to have loved "I and lost." "Indeed!" t xclniiuei the surprised youth, who lunl hopes that lier father would give LI in u Job ns son-lu-luvr Home tiny. "Yes," explained the fair one. "Poor, denr Ehlo passed In tils cheeks this) inoi'iiliiK." Hay I n v nnd Thinking. "Why Is It," asked the young widow, "Hint you old bachelors suy hiicIi hor rid tilings? Married men never talk: Hint wiiy." "That's easily explained," replied (lie o, li. "A bachelor Is In a position fo Hity what it married mini In only pcrmitlcd to think. I'eiiiliiine Way, Mrs. Homer Our new neighbor In tin awfully forward woman. Homer In what way? Mrs. Homer Why, when I called on her thin nft.eriioou hIio proceeded to fell mo nil about the troublo slio ban with servants before I had a cbanca to tell her mine. Artful I oducr. He Then I may hope? Slio Well, you inuy usk pnpa. He Impossible. She Why do you any that? He KecniiHo I haven't been able t get Bltfht of blin since I louned blui $10 before ChriHtinas. His Jdeu of Jt. Tho Minister Young; mnn, should bo milking preparation; yoti for eternity. Young; Man I am, air. The girl Z am engaged to Is taking lesson at a cooking school. The red snow, which la found In tba Alps and In some parts of the Rocky Mountains, owes Its hue to a micros coplo plant of a bright red colon