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About The Monmouth herald. (Monmouth, Or.) 1908-1969 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 16, 1912)
EVERYBODY'S DOIN But There's still somebody left to look after your wants. Monmouth, Local and Personal J. W. Leask went to Suver yesterday to build a fireplace for a resit ent of that place. A number of Monmouth people spent Sunday afternoon along tnu river near Independence. J. li. .vlurdocK purposes build-' ing a 1 oar-room house on Knox street, just north of the city nail. Joe Clark, our efficient typo, left today for a visit to mends in Springrield. He will return Tuesday. ' Indications are that the hop crop yield will be ready for har vesting by tne first uf September. Ine yield will be neavy. , j CP. Cornwfcll is home from Lebanon wnere ue has been do ing carpenter work for W. P. ' Blunm, on ins ranch near that city. wiiss Lucille Clemens, of Port land, a graduate of the State .Normal at tnis place, is here on a visit to her mend, Miss Lora Craven. C. H. Newman, accompanied by ms fattier and Mr. and Mrs. ; f. H. Jonnson and children, , Velma and Hailey, made an auto trip to Fails City last Sunday. j Mrs. Mary btine attended the! funeral services, yesterday, of: Mrs. W. R. Allin, at Independ-'. ence. The remains were taken i to Portland for interment. j Water has been turned into the water-works pipe lines and from indications at present writing, the water pipes will be filled well up to the reservoir by the time this appears. 0. F. Waller and niece, Miss Neta Waller, met so much red tape in the way of their visit to Destruction Island that they gave up going there and visited at lacoma and Seattle instead. 1 amng And. The One Thing Forgotten Bv OSCAR COX There whh once a widow who had one sun. who wan all she bud Id the world to love nd to love her. Relug a woman he kuew her sei well and wild iifrald that some deigning girl would xnare her hod itnd tret hltu away from her One day he xetit him to tbe market to Hell aotne egg, la order that no (tlrl might nee how bandxome he whh she covered bin head with a pumpkin rind That he might not lay bis hand umhi a girl (the filled them with tbe eggs, not putting tbera In a basket, but leaving them loose In bla bund "There." she mild as he saw him walk away. "I don't nee how he mo get Into trouble If he meet a girl she will laugh at hltn and go on. If be fol lows ber be eBtinot touch her with ei ther bis bands or hl ll 1 am well pleased with what I have doue." She followed him with her eyes till be had ptissed out of sight, then went Into the house The young man went on. and though his mother whs right In eiiectlng person to laugh at hltn gbe did not count upon their wonder ing why he was so equipped. The chil dren hooted at him. the men shouted and the women made facetious re marks. He stood the Jeers as well as he could and hi last struck an unfre quented path where he whs free from tbeni. On a stile that he mut pass sat a girl. He could see througii tbe eye holes In the pumpkin that she whs comely. As he approached she re mained directly In his way and did not move aside for him to pnss. "1 am going to market." he sHld. "to sell these eggs for niv mother. Will you be good enough to permit me to go over the stile?" "First leli me why you wear that strange helmet on your head." "My mother put it there. Why I do not know. and. being a dutiful son. 1 did not ask." "And why do you carry those eggs loose in your hands Instead of in a basket?" "That. too. was my mother's doing, but she did not tell me why " '1 wonder what yon look like?" "Other men. I suppose. But please let me pass or I shall he late to mar ket and miss an opportunity to sell my eggs." So Ar BUT 3La S Jo) T. M. FRENCH, Prop. "1 prefer tlmt you shomd dt l " me on the stlle. The market Is all day. mid vou need not mirrv." "My mother tins hIwhvs chilled me against silting beside comely nund- lis ; She says the are like the outer wiilei of a whirlpool; at tlrst a mini does n..f reall'.e Unit lie Is being drawn In. mid when be does realize It ll is too lute "Ob. your mother nld ifl:lt. d d she? : How ran your mother remember what she was when h nnild sluce she tins a son hs old n you?" "Let me go on " "I have ii mind to walk with you o short distance I am i urlmis to know why your mother so ei. tiiiilietcd you. and by see u with you I way get a j clew." "ho so Only do not delay me " She permitted him to cross the stlle and walked with him till the rein-lied a wood, lint she learned nothing from tit fit us to wtiy he traveled In such an unusual fashion ur whether he was handsome in ugl "I mint return now." she a..l "Von i being a stranger 1 would nut dure go Into the wihkI with you You might ! kiss tne " "How could I do that" he linked. "when in v mouth Is covered?" "At any rate you might pill nur iirm around uiv waist " "I'm my arm around. inr walsi with : my hands full of eggs? 1 count tint do I that'" j "You could lay them down in the i grass " ' "Hui what would It avail fot tne to put my arm around your waist when 1 could not kiss vou?" "You might Hike off the pumpkin " "1 could not do that M mother has tied It securely about lilt neck" "You inlL'lit fake out your knlte Htid cut the tliomrs ' "I have nothing to cut them with except in) knife and that Is In uiv pocket I could not get tl out with out dropping the eggs In tnv bunds, and they would tie broken However, I might set the eggs down gently, then take out my knife and cut away the pumpkin " "You would not do 'tint. Ymi would force me to hold the eggs for vou," "Why would i force you to bold the eggs?" "That I might not rs nhlp to defend myself from your effort to kiss me." "I see." said the young man "It would riot lie safe for vou to go to tbe wood with me. so we must part." "How much do you want for your eggs?" "A shilling." She took a shilling from her purse, and he placed the eggs In her hntida, taking the coin. "Oh. dear! she exclaimed. "Why W e 6 Published py Request "Are you full of grief, my neighbor, full of grief and woe? Shed your raiment, thon. and labor, and your cures will go. Is your bosom torn asunder, that you thus repine? Friends of mine who work like thunder haven't time to whine. Idlers stand about me weeping, men with empty hands; And the happy men are teaping o'er the fertile lands. Life's a thing of cruel rigor for the shiftl ess knave; Kind for men who work, with vigor, not as galley slaves. Foolish your complaint and wailing, fojlish are your tears; Work's the "ure for atl your ailing, and your grief and fenrs. Work at anvil or at throttle, aaw your pile of wood! Never bought you in a bottle remedy so good! Work on land or on the wean, go and cut some grass! Never was there pill or potion that was in work's class! Work's the solace for the mortal by life's Ilia distraught; It will make him sing and chortle, it will hit the spot! Be ye statesman, soldier, bard or tiller of the soil, If you're tired of work, work harder, nothing heals like toil." -New York Globe. did I trust you? Your hands are now tnp. Yon can relieve yourself of .Vour helmet and kiss me" He pnvwi the charge bv doing that very thing. When the voting man returned to his mother he told her thnt he had a sweetheart and recounted what had taken place "How foolish I have been!" moaned the old woman "One thing I forgot." "What was that, mother?" "Curiosity. She wlsbed to see your face." Just a Human Being. Zoke wiib on trial for stealing Colonel Todd's chickens, and over whelming testimony had been in troduced by the prosecution. Call ed upon for hie) defense, Zeke said : "Well, suh, jedge, y' see, it dissa way: Ef Colonel Todd wull keep dem coach an' chiny pullets, what has yaller laigs an' fodders down dey tai.srB. an' he keep dem in dut henhouse, which is smack on de al ley, an' de henge's jes' droppin' frum je do', an' he done fergit where is de padlock, y can't blame tne I's jes' a hooman bein'!" St. Paul Dispatch. Her Interpretation. "And he said he was willing to die for me?" ' "Not exactly in those words, but that wns the impression he was evi dently trvirir to convey. "What did he say?" "ITo snid he was ready to eat your cookinp anv time you said the word." Houston Post. (NOTHING) Oregon AUCTIONEER J.S.SMITH, Alrlie, Oregon. Farm Sales and Live Stock. Give me a trial. Satisfaction guaranteed THE Weekly Oregonian The best Weekly Journal of the Northwest. Gives all the News of the World. Price per year... $1.50 Herald one year 1.00 Booth papers f or 2. 00 A. B. 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