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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (Aug. 20, 1915)
KMt VAN vod: ILLUaTIMieKSVALTm CHAPTER XXV Continued. 17 Sabron could not reply. Her rib bons and flowers and jewels shook In his eyes like a kaleidoscope. His flush had made him more natural. In his Invalid state, with h(s hair brushed back from his fine brow, there was something spiritual and beautiful about him. The Marquise d'Esclignac looked on a man who had been far and who had determined of his own ac cord to come back. She said more gently, putting her hand affectionately over his: "Get strong, monsieur get well. Eat all the good things we are making for you. I dare say that the army cannot spare you. It needs brave hearts." Sabron was so agitated, after her departure that the nurse said he must receive no more visits for several days, and he meditated and longed and thought and wondered, and near ly cursed the life that had brought him back to a world which must be lonely for him henceforth. When he sat up in bed he was a shadow. He had a book to read and read a few lines of it, but he put It down as the letters blurred. He was sitting bo, dreaming and wondering how true or how false it was that he had seen Julia Redmond come several times to his bedside during the early days of his illness here in the hos pital. Then across his troubled mind suddenly came the words that he had heard her sing, and he tried to recall them. The Red Cross nurse who so charitably sang in the hospital came to the wards and began her mission. One after another she sang familiar songs. "How the poor devils must love it!" Sabron thought, and he blessed her for charity. How familiar was her voice! But that was only because he was so 111. But he began to wonder and to doubt, and across the distance came the notes of the tune, the melody of the song that had haunted him for many months: God keep you safe, my love, All through the night; Rest close In his encircling arms Until the light. My heart Is with you as 1 kneel to pray, Good night! God keep you In his care alway. Thick shadows creep like silent ghosts About my head; I lose myself In tender dreams "While overhead The moon comes stealing through the window-bars, A Bllver sickle gleaming 'mid the stars. For I, though I am far away, Feel safe and strong. To trust you thus, dear love and yet, The night Is long. I Bay with sobbing breath the old fond prayer, Good night! Sweet dreams! God keep you everywhere!" When she had finished singing there were tears on the soldier's cheeks and he was not ashamed. Pitchoune, who remembered the tune as well, crept up to him and laid his head on his master's hand. Sabron had just time to wipe away the tears when the Due de Tremont came in. "Old fellow, do you feel up to see ing Miss Redmond for a few mo ments?" When she came in he did not know whether he most clearly saw her sim ple summer dress with the single Jewel at her throat, her large hat that framed her face, or the gentle lovely face all sweetness and sympathy. He believed her to be the future Duch esse de Tremont. "Monsieur de Sabron, we are all so glad you are getting well." , "Thank you, Mademoiselle." He seemed to look at her from a great distance, from the distance to the end of which he had so wearily been traveling. She was lovelier than he had dreamed, more rarely sweet and adorable. "Did you recognize the little song, Monsieur?" "It was good of you to sing it." "This. Is not the first time I have teen you, Monsieur de Sabron. I came when you were too ill to know of it." "Then I did not dream," said the officer simply. He was as proud as he was poor. He could only suppose her engaged to the Due de Tremont. It explained her presence here. In his wildest dreams he could not suppose that she had followed him to Africa. Julia, on her part, having done an extraordin ary and wonderful thing, like every brave woman, was seized with terror and a sudden cowardice. Sabron, after all, was a stranger. How could she know his feelings for her? She spent a miserable day. He was out of all danger; in a fortnight he .might leave the hospital. She did not feel that she could see him again as things were. The. Com tesse de la Maine had returned to Paris as soon as Tremont came In from tho desert. "Ma tante," said Julia Redmond to the Marquise d'Esclignac. "can we go back to France immediately?" "My dear Julia!" exclaimed her aunt, In surprise and delight. "Rob ert will be enchanted, but he would not be able to leave his friend so soon." "He need not." said the eirl. "nor need you leave unless you wish," The Marquise d'Esclignac entertain ed a thousand thoughts. She had not studied young girl's minds for a long time. She had heard that the mod ern American girl was very extreme and she held her in rather light es teem. Julia Redmond she had con sidered to be out of the general rule. "Was it possible." she wondered. "that Julia, In comparing Tremont witn tne invalid, found Robert more attractive?" "Julia," she said severely, as though her niece were a child, pointing to a chair, "sit down." Slightly smillne. the vouner elrl obeyed her aunt. "My desrr. I have followed vnnr rft- prtces from France to Africa. Only By pleading heart-failure and mortal Illness could I dissuade you from eo- ing into the desert with the caravan. mow, without any apparent reason, you wish to return to France." "The reason for coming here has been accomplished, ma tante. Mon sieur de Sabron has been found." "And now that you have found him," said the marquise reproachfully, "and you discover that he Is not all your romantic fancy imagined, you are go ing to run away from him. In short, you mean to throw him over." "Throw him over, ma tante!" mur mured the girl. "I have never had the chance. Between Monsieur de Sabron and myself there is only friendship." "Fiddlesticks!" said the Marquise d'Esclignac Impatiently. "I have no understanding of the modern young When He Sat Up In Bed He Wat a Shadow. girl. She makes her own marriages and her subsequent divorces. I am rour aunt, my dear, your mother's sister, and a woman of at least twen ty-five years' more experience than you have." Julia was not following her aunt's train of thought, but her own. She felt the hint of authority and bondage in her aunt's tone and repeated: "I wish to leave Algiers tomorrow.' "You shall do so," said her aunt. "I am rejoiced to get out of the Orient. It is late to order my dresses for Trouville, but I can manage. Before we go, however, my dear, I want you to make me a promise." "A promise, ma tante?" The girl's tone implied that she did not think she would give it. "You have played the part of fate in the life of this young man, who, I find, is a charming and brave man. Now you must stand by your guns, my dear Julia." '"Why, how do you mean, ma tante?" "You will go to Paris and the Cap italne de Sabron will get well rapidly. He will follow you, and if It were not for Tremont, myself, your Red Cross Society and the presence here of Madame de la Maine, you would have been very much compromised. But never mind," said the Marquise d'Esclignac magnificently, "my name Is sufficient protection for my niece. I am thinking solely of the poor young man." "Of Monsieur de Sabron?" "Of course," said the Marquise d'Es clignac tartly, "did you think I meant Robert? You have so well arranged his life for him, my dear." "Ma tante," pleaded the girl. The marquise was merciless. "I want you to promise me, Julia, before you sail for home, that if Sab ron follows us and makes you under stand that he loves you, as he will, that you will accept him." Julia Redmond looked at the Mar quise d'Esclignac In astonishment She half laughed and she half cried. "You want me to promise?" "I do," said her aunt firmly, regard ing her niece through her lorgnon. "In the first place the affair Is en- tlrely unconventional and has been since we left France, It is I who should speak to the Capitalne de Sabron. You are so extremely rich that it will be a difficult matter for a poor and honorable young man. . . . Indeed, my dear, I may as well tell you that I shall do bo when we reach home." "Oh," said the girl, turning per fectly pale and stepping forward to ward her aunt, "If you consider such a thing I shall leave for America at once." The Marquise d'Esclignac gave a petulant sigh. "How impossible you are, Julia. Understand me, my dear, I do not want a woman of my family to be a coquette. I do not want It said that you are an American flirt it Is in bad taste and entirely misunderstood in the Faubourg St.-Germain." The girl, bewildered by her aunt's attitude and extremely troubled by the threat of the marriage conven tion, said: "Don't you understand? In this case it Is peculiarly delicate. He might ask me from a sense of honor." "Not in any sense," said the Mar quise d'Esclignac. "It has not oc curred to the poor young officer to suppose for a moment that a young woman with millions, as you are so fortunate to be, would derange her self like this to follow him. If I thought so I would not have brought you, Julia. What I have done, I have done Bolely for your peace of mind, my child. This young man loves you. He believes that yon love him, no doubt. You have given him sufficient reason, heaven knows! Now," Baid her aunt emphatically, "I do not In tend that you should break hie heart." It was more than likely that the Marquise d'Esclignac was looking back twenty-five years to a time, when as a rich American, she had put aside her love for a penniless soldier with an insignificant title. She re membered how she had followed his campaign. She folded her lorgnon and looked at her niece. Julia Red mond saw a cloud pass over her aunt's tranquil face. She put her armB around her and kissed her tenderly. "You really think then, ma tante, that he will come to Paris?" "Without a doubt, my dear;" "You think he cares, ma tante?" Her aunt kissed her and laughed. "I think you will be happy to a bour geois extent. He fs a fine man." "But do I need to promise- yon?" asked the girl. "Dont you know?" "I shall be perfectly ashamed of you," said the Marquis d'Esclignac, "if you are anything but a woman of heart and decision fn this matter." Evidently she waited, and1 JuBa Red mond, slightly bowing her lovely head in deference to the older lady who had not married her first love-, said obediently: "I promise to do as you wiaov ma tante." (TO BE CONTINUED'. WOMAN THE HOME BUNLBER Undoubtedly the Chief Trad In Which Females of the Country Are Engaged. Yes, of course, it Is homemafcing. Everybody knows that, but the figures for it, compiled by the United States Board of Education statisticians, are worth noting. Of the 31,000,000 fe males over ten years of age in the United States 24,000,000 are engaged in homemaking. Girls may be enter ing more and more into other trades, but in the last analysis they general ly fall back or advance to the rank of bomemakers. Hence, says the Federal Education al board, the Importance of giving spe cial attention to scientific cooking in the vocational schools. The girlish hope of being able to hire a cook is apt to be disappointed at frequently as the hope of keeping one when she is hired. It is one of the oddest things of life that cooking, the prep aration of the food that sustains life, the art that can waste Or economize in the chief Item of family expendi tures, Is so largely left to be picked up as best it may be without serious consideration or training. If the woeful waste resulting from amateur cookery could be computed In dollars and cents It would rival the war bills of Europe. If the indigestion, dyspep sia and kindred physical disturbances caused by Incapable cooks could be tabulated they would dwarf the list of killed, missing and wounded. Lost Hand Digging Grave. Grave digging Is not an extra haz. ardous occupation, even though in ex cavatlng graves it is necessary to use dynamite to break bardpan, the indus trial insurance department has decld ed. The department rejected the claim of John Borgford, a Seattle sex ton, whose left hand was partly blown off by a dynamite cap. Although use of explosives generally makes a class extra hazardous, the general occupation of grave digging is such a peaceful one that exception can not be made when blasting is neces sary, the commission holds. Olympia (Wash.) Dispatch to the Portland Ore- gonlan. Flag for New York City. The board of aldermen adopted a flag for the city of New York three perpendicular bars of blue, white and orange, which were the colors of the Dutch flag used when New York was New Netherlands. The board also adopted a new city seal, which will appear in blue on the white bar of the flag. The new emblem will be raised on the city hall on June 12, the two hundred and fiftieth anniversary of the establishment of the board of al- dermen. - For the Comfort of the Baby piiiiyTT lllllli What with doctors Inslstinsr that babies are usually dressed: too heavily and grandmas insisting that they must not be allowed any chance of getting; cold, their anxious relatives are put to all sorts of maneuvering to keep them Just right. It is certain, that many of them are overburdened' with too-warm clothing and lack of freedom in the midsummer months. They ap pear to enjoy kicking their small heels about untrammeled by petticoats, and those wise people, the nurses especial ly trained to care for them, insist on letting them enjoy this pleasure. They tell us the baby needs, by way of underclothing, his light, soft flan nel shirt and a flannel band about the bowels, and that he will do very well, without even a slip of thin cotton, if these are provided, to prevent his get ting chilled. But, as a concession to custom and mothers, they grant tho thin, short slip of nainsock or other sheer fabric, with a little Boft lace about the neck. And they enter no objection to the use of narrow lace insertions or hem stitching or dainty hand-embroidery by which the loving mother makes the slip seemly for her extraordinary and wonderful child to wear with re gard to his health and comfort. Now If there Is a nip of coolness In the air in the morning or evening, the baby may don a little extra and comfortable finery in the shape of a sack or "nightingale." He Is apt to find himself in possession of a good supply of these, for they are among the number of pretty things which appreciative relatives and admiring friends shower upon the newcomer Trim Little Serving Aprons h W-f I all . N lift llili jjjwOWslt Trim 'little serving aprons, like those shown In the picture given here, are made of lawn, dimity, dotted mull, cross-bar muslin or any other of the bait transparent and Inexpensive cot ton goods that launder well. The pat tern Is neat and graceful and makes It possible to cut the apron from small pieces of goods which one may have left over from other things. The nar row apron is cut with a panel and bib In one at the center and two side gores. These are set together with long strips of the material or with a contrasting material or with embroid ery Insertion. The strips are long enough to pass over the shoulders and cross at the back. Tbey are pinned to the waist line and covered by the band or ties that fasten the apron in a bow with short ends, at the back. The manner of setting together and finishing them is very simple. At the left of the picture is shown an apron cut from lawn, the pieces joined by plain strips, turned under along the edges and machine stitched to the gores. It Is hemmed at the sides and bottom and across the top of the panel and a narrow band Is set on at the top of each gore. An edging of machine made buttonhole-stitched scallops, to this world of fickle winds and cli mates. Three of them r shown here. Among them Is a new example of the baby's longtime- friend, the crocheted sack. This is made of light lepbyr in white, and' consists of a yoke and body, the yoke crocheted of yarn and light blue embroidery silk In al ternate rows, lit la finished with a border of scallops and a beading at the neck, all: crocheted. As a finish, the neck and scallops are edged with the silk. A chain-stitch of the silk, outlines the scallops and a small "shell" edge finishes the- neck, sleeves, bottom and opening edges. Satin ribbon a half-inch wide is run in: the beading at the neck and tied in a bow at the front. A bow of it is perched: at the topi of each sleeve. At the right a simpler Uttle garment 1b made of a circle of cashmere. It is folded over and a small circle- cut out at the center for the neck opening. It is spilt to make the front opening and slashed up a little way to form the sleeves; All edges are worked with light pink embroidery silk to scallops and. small flower sprays are added to-the front andi .sleeves; Nar row pink satin ribbons- join the edges with little bows;. If one cannot embroider, a pretty sacque is made of cashmere, having the edges finished with narrow satin ribbon. This Is shirred on. each edge and sewed' down to take the place of embroidery. The sleeves are slashed and the edges tied together with bows of ribbon which serve bJbo. to. fasten the sacque at the front, as shown la the picture. JULIA BOTTOMLEY. which can be bought by the yard and Is very inexpensive, is set in along the edges as pictured. The ties are straight lengths of lawn finished with narrow hems. A band for the neck and cuffs for the sleeves are made to match by edging straight strips of the lawn with the scalloped embroidery. The second apron Is of dotted swlss set together with an Insertion of em broidery. A narrow hem finishes the sides and a wider one extends across the bottom. The bands for the collar and cuffs are made by sewing a hemmed strip of the swlss to a length of the Insertion. The addition of the collar and cull bands will make an attractive outfit to be worn by a maid who serves at table. There are several good designs for these aprons, all constructed with a view to making them launder as easily as a handkerchief. JULIA BOTTOMLEY. Black Net 8leeves. Collar and bishop sleeves of black net are effective In a blouse of white satin. The wrists are finished with flaring plcot edged frills. MPROVE Oil NATURE Breeders Have Done Wonders With "Homing" Pigeons. For Many Yesrt Efforts to Develop the Intellect of the Birds Have Been Mads With a Success That Is Remarkable. Breeders of "homers" are alterlnv the shape of the skull of this variety or pigeon with a view to improving the mentality of the bird. The homing niKeon hitherto has had a short, flat skull, sloping away be hind. Now, as a result of selective breeding. It is acaulrlnt an eloneatod cranium with a rounded dome. The improvement of Its intelligence ac complished by this means Is declared to be surprising. Its brain Is bireer and has more room for thoughts. The "homer" is the only bird that is bred by man for the imnrovement of its mind. Other pigeons are propa gated for color, plumage and Inci dental "points." Not bo the homing variety. What is rhleflv ronnlrnil nt it Is intelligence and memory though, in addition, It must possess strength. endurance and swiftness of flieht. It must have a big chest, with strong Homing Pigeon House This Type of , Pigeon Loves Home It It Upon the Strength of This Instinct That Its Usefulness Always Restt. flight-muscles; also broad tail feath ers, and long, broad wings. Yet an other essential qualification is keen eyesight Only a few years ago a homing flight ot 500 miles in a day was thought phenomenal; today flights ot 600 or even, 800 miles in 21 hours are not very uncommon. In one recent In stance a "homer" accomplished a flight of 1,300 miles some days be ing required, however, to cover the distance. It should be understood that the pigeon files only In the day. time, resting at night. But another important point to consider Is that the bird, in flying, usually travels a far greater distance than the shortest route between the place of departure and Us destination. It does much cir cling and makes vlde detours, scan ning the country over which it passes and looking for familiar landmarks to guide it This is where memory as well as eyesight comes in. The bird does not find Its home by "instinct," but by its remembrance of landmarks rivers, towns and the general config uration of the terrain. The common pigeon has the Im pulse to fly home, but It cannot find its way thither from any great dis tance because it lacks the requisite Intelligence and memory power, In the "homer" this Impulse has been greatly strengthened through breed ingso much so, indeed, that It will leave nest and young to get back to the place where It belongs. A homing pigeon cannot be sent from its home to another place. It will fly home, and in no other direc tion. At first it is trained for short distances, in the near neighborhood of its home. Then it Is liberated at greater and increasing distances 25 miles away, 50 miles away, 100 miles away, and so on. But, for these per formances, it is always shipped from home in the same direction, On a new route it would be lost. The carrier pigeon Is misnamed; it Is the "homer" that carries messages. The latter has been derived through the interbreeding of several different varieties, chief among which are the carrier, the dragoon, the owl pigeon, and the swift smerle. The processes of evolution as modi fied by human control have had no more remarkable illustration than that afforded by the domesticated pigeons, all the varieties of which fantatls, pouters, tumblers and the rest are descended from one original kind of bird, the "blue rock." But the "homer" is the only pigeon in which the special aim of breeders has been to develop the Intellect. New Recourse. "The mermen and mermaids have a new way ot kidding one another just now." "What is it?" "When one of them strings the long bow, they advise him to go tell It to the submarines." In Olympus. Mercury What's the row about Vulcan's falling down like that? Hebe Oh, he objected to Jupiter's banging his mother up, and the old nan made a kick about It