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About The Monmouth herald. (Monmouth, Or.) 1908-1969 | View Entire Issue (July 8, 1910)
Local and Personal The cherry show is on at Salem, this week. Zook, the paper hanger will do your painting. E. B. Reynolds, of Airlie, was in town Wednesday night. Charles Doughty gave Portland a visit July 4th., returning home thn next day. W. J. Mulkey registered, from R mo, at the Hampton Hotel on the 4th. Bill must have been trying to get out of Mistah John sing's range. We met P. E. Chase coming dv-vn town, Wednesday, with a basket of fine cherries of which he gave us a sample. Mr. Chase remarked that he had one tree which brought him big interest on a hundred dollars each year. WHEN SUSIE POUTED An Adventure That Introduced Her to the "Poke." By JOSEPHINE REARDON. (Copyright, l&ui. tiy Associated Literary i'lusis.J Ii was Miss Stisie Cline's pouting day Firstly, she had received u let lei from m girl chum givlup the news of a mutrlmouiul engagement Ii wus wrltteu to make her tee. bad Secondly. MLs Susies Aunt Deborah, who was also lid j.ruardinn bud charged her with carelessness In losing a piece of jewelry Thirdly, she had expected 11 girl friend to come urn! puss the summer with her ami tliar girl was going off oij a yachting party to Norway Instead. The list could lie strung out to tenth ly without exhiiustii!'.' it When things begin to gc wrong with h good looking girl of eighteen with a $1!0.0N) es tate coining to her ill one and twenty, it's sure to be blue day. Miss Susie at first thought she would go to her room nnd have n good cry. Then she decided to sit on the veranda and let her eyes brim over with tears. The "1 AW A TKKSl'AK-KU, AN I' I HA VK PURS KUiVl:l ICUHT." third decision was t go out into tile or. hard and climb a tree, but she had only started when she changed dlrwc tlou and wandered down the country highway without detinite aim or ob ject In view except lo have her pout out She had a stick in her hand us slit- walked, and the thistles and may weeds lost their heads as she i Jinc within striking distance There are girls who look horrid when they pout and wi-'h they had never been born, but Susie t'line was not one of them. Half n mile down the road stood what was called the old bachelor's place The live acres and cottase were the prorty of Mr Wayne Ashley, tweiity-tive and unmarried Me lived In the city In the winter and In his country retreat In summer lie was called n recluse, and there was n story to the effect that he had loved and lost and was the enemy of all womankind. Mad Mr Ashley chosen to explain to the country folks he would have told them that certain flowers and vege tables were fads of Ills and he was out there to grow them and commu nicate results to certain horticultural nnd agricultural societies. In fact, he wus the partner of u leading florist In the city, though his name and mouey were bidden under that of "Co," No woman bad ever broken his heart oi smashed his Idols. Miss Ollue and Mr. Ashley bad uever met. If she referred to him It was as a "poke." He didn't refer to her at all. As the girl reached bis place on this day ber chin was in the air. Had she belonged to the other sex it would have been said that she had a chip on her shoulder In the "poke's" front yard grew a blue hollyhock, the result of one of his experiments. Miss Susie opened the gate and walked lu for a closer look. Seeiug no one about, she walked to the rear of the house to look at the vegetable garden. A feeling of defi ance was mingled with her pouting. Any other day she would not have dared to open the gate. On this day she was ready to defy the old bach elor. "U-r-r-r-r: Bark, bark!" Miss Susie looked to ber left, to see a big watchdog coming for her through the sugar beets. Ten feet away was a small tool bouse, with the door swinging open. Scarcely con scious of what she did, the girl made two or three jumps, reached the shel ter and pulled the door lo. Five sec ond later the dog was leaping against It and uttering growls to chill her blood. She had Just begun to beg and plead with the dog to go away and let her get back to the highway wheu she heard u voice saying: "Good dog, Mick! Hold hlra there! It's dollars to cents that you've got a tramp for a prisoner!" Miss Susie wanted to cry out that she wan no tramp, but only a girl who had come out to pout: but she could not get the words out. The chip fell from her shoulder and her teeth chat tered. "Come out of that, you tramp!" call ed the man's voice after hushing the dog. "Oh. you won't, eh? Well, we'll see about that. Watch lilm. nick!" The place was provided with a wind mill nti'l wnter tank and garden hose. There was a small ungla.eu window six feet from the ground lu the end of the tool house. The "poke" attached tli hose, turned on the water and tin list the mizzle through the opening. Susie screamed wildly. If it was a tramp in there he hud a falsetto voice. The hose was pulled uway, the door opt'Ned. and there Susie had sunk dowu in a heap a limp, wet lien p. "Great Scott! But what is it?" he exclaimed as he stood there holding open the door. "It's It's me!" came faintly after a moment regardless of grammar. "Why, Miss Miss but 1 didn't know you were In here! I thought It was a tramp or a cat. 1 shall never forgive myself. Why didn't you call out? Al low me, please." Terhaps a girl crouching down In a toolshed with her arms over her head Is u more handsome object than a girl standing outside after having had a dozen barrels of water swished over her. The peach basket hat the linen dress the chin that had been lu the air-where had all the jauntlness dis appeared to'; And In addition to all the other wetness, tears were rolling dowu the girl's cheeks over her hu miliation. "So sorry so sorry." .the mau kept repeating. "You yon are Miss Cllne. 1 think? I am Mr. Ashley. I wouldn't have had It happen for thousands of dollars!" All of a sudden Miss Susie dashed the tears from her eyes and began to laugh Her pout was over with, and her sunshiny nature had asserted It self. And Mr. Ashley laughed. She was laughing over the situation, and he was laughing because she laughed. "1 am a trespasser, and I have beeu served right," said the girl. "Yes, I urn Miss Cllne. I know you will offer to see me home, but I thank you. I shall tell untitle Unit I fell into the FOB HandYOUiH r1 kMl DmIm4 by felix rothchild eo. Clrtliv The importance of correct dress as a business asset is to often overlooked. It's not the cost that counts it's the effect. No matter how expensive, if your clothing has not the style which well dressed, prosperous men insist upon, it might as well be the cheapest. We carry the famous FELIX ROTHSCHILD & CO. CELEBRATED CHICAGO MADE CLOTHING because at a moderate price we can give you not only the best possible, durable materials, but style and fit equal to the very highest price clothing in town. We are displaying a splendid line of Suits and Overcoatsieiyi rrf:omkgiv?$io.oo to $25.00 a choice of garments, all hand tailored perfect fit, made on the most approxed models, and values better than you have ever seen before. Examine it and compare it with others. -Try it on and see the style and fit. See our window display. L1NDSA Y & CO. Monmouth, uregon NOTED FOR BARGAINS creek. If you ever" "I never shall. If It were known that I set my dog on a girl and then tried to drown her, what would people say?" "And if 1 don't tell auntie that I fell Into the creek what'll she say?" A wan. wet. lone, linipsy Susie, try ing her best to walk with dignity, went out of the gale und up the road to tell Aunt Deborah how she was stooping over to look at the fish and tumbled into the creek. That evening Mr. Wayne Ashley paid u call on the aunt and niece and formally made himself known. The accident at the creek was touched upon, but not pursued with any fer vor. Having found his way over to his neighbors. Mr Ashley contracted the habit of calling frequently, and one day. when fall had come and he was ready to return to the city, Miss Susie said to ber relative: "Mr. Ashley lias asked the privilege of corresponding with me." "Yes?' "And be says he may run down and call." "Yes?" "And-and"- ' "And he wants to guard you In fu ture from falling into creeks? Well, Mr. Ashley can talk very Interestingly on horticulture, and I shall be glad to listen to his remarks at any time," said Aunt Deborah. JOB i 3 IE 3C Try the Herald Office for Job Work. Let us Give You Prices, we Please. JOB WO Your Fare Paid Ladies of Monmouth and sur rounding country during this month will be allowed their round trip fare by railroad or boat to Portland on any suit they purchase of Us. We tail or nnd make all our ready to wear and special order gar ments in' Portland in our own establishment. You can see them being made. They are made of merchant tailor cloth nnd are the best on the mar ket. Absolutely warranted. We gell wholesale and retail and this special offer to the ladies of Monmouth is equal to dealers or agents profit. No mail orders taken, because we guarantee our garments and must make them fit you, and must have you here. Acheson Cloak and Suit Co., Portland, Ore. 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A Sunday Excursion Rate of $1.50 from Albany, Corvallis and Philomath, with corresponding low rates from point west, in effect all summer. Call on any S. P. or C. & E. Agt for full particulars as to rates, train schedules, etc.; also for copy of our beautifully illustrated booklet, "Outings in Oregon," or write to WM. McMURRAY, General Passenger Agent, Portland, Oregon. Aug. 31.
