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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 1, 1915)
GRANDMA'SQLDBQQK Leonore Found Romance in It, but Found Much More in Real Life. By LAWRENCE ALFRED CLAY. (Copyright, 1918, by the McClure Newpa papor Syndicate.) One of the ancient and Interesting things to be found In Grandma Pear bod's ancient and Interesting red farm bouse was the big scrapbook she had been forty years making. She had be gun It when a girl, and now at the age of sixty she was still occasionally past ing In an Item. The first third of the book, as might be expected, was devoted to such Items as would Interest girls, and among them were recipes to make yourself beautiful, the significance of dreams, how to catch a beau and other nonsense. Each year when Miss Leonore Mln turn, grandchild, came down to pass a few weeks with grandma, she hailed a rainy day with joy. She was eight een, but she would get that big scrap book down on the floor and lie at full length as she read It. She had been brought up In the city, but she had the same superstitions and caprices as the girl of the country. "If you dream of a black fox three ntghtB running you will live and die an old maid," read one of the items. ' The girl partly believed It, but when she asked grandma for corroboration the answer was disappointing. "It may be so, but I never knew a casts of it." "Didn't you ever know of a girl who dreamed of a black fox three times running T" "No, nor a red fox, either. There was Sarah Jumper. She dreamed of a coon five times running, but Instead of living an old maid she had three husbands before she got through." "But It surely means that you are going to fall In love If you look down the well and see your face In the water." "Y-e-B, I suppose It does; but girls ate pretty sure to fall In love, even If they never look down a well." But as the girl read on she gave a gasp of surprise. She had come across the following: "If the sun conies up very red and you are standing under a pear tree and a white dove alights on your shoul der, it means that you are going to meet a stranger." ."Why, I should think It would. It seems to me It ought to." "Grandma, I don't believe you be lieved In any of these things when you were a girl," pouted Miss Leonore. "Well, you will find one here that says If a girl dreams that she falls asleep under a sunflower and 1b awakened by the twitter of a robin, a strange young man Is coming along to fall In love with her." "But did you ever know It to hap pen?" ''Hannah Baker always vowed and declared that It happened, but Hannah was a good aeai or a liar, tsne saia 4 that the man who came along was Tom Perkins, whom . she afterward married." "And they lived happy forever more?" k "No, they didn't. That's the worst think about dreams. Hannah and Tom fought like cats and dogs within three months and separated." "And never made up?" "Not as I ever heard of. You mustn't pay much attention to those old ItemB about dreams and things, Those were days when girls were very silly." It was the first time that grandma had ever cast a doubt on the absolute veracity of the Items, and the girl went out Into the orchard and sat down and had a good cry. She had believed since she could understand, and it was a bitter disappointment to be told at last that she had been believing in a lot of nonsense. Grand ma finally called her in to show her how to make a custard for supper, and Miss Leonore dried her tears. "But something may happen yet." "Of course it may. Things are al ways happening, I've had that spot ted cow for thirteen years, and I'd have as soon thought the jedgment day would come as that she would kick, but what did she do the week before you came but haul oft and give me a rap that sent me agin the fence. Keep your feet dry and things will happen right along." Three days later, while Miss Leo nore was chasing the calf around the lot, she ran a thorn Into her foot. It she had had her shoes on at the time she might not have run so fast, but she would have escaped the thorn Grandma had to take her teeth to the thorn, and there were yells and sobs "I told you something might hap pen any day, and now it has." "But I won't be able to step on that foot for several days," was protested. "I know It, and that's what you get by playing the tomboy. I will make a bread and milk poultice to draw the poison out." The next day grandma received word by a boy that a woman half mile away wanted her and she said to Miss Leonore: "You will have to keep house alone for a couple of hours, but there will be nothing to make you afraid." "But there may a young man come along," was answered. "But you get Into this rocking chair and put your foot up In this one, and don't pay the least attention if anyone knocks. A peddler may come along, but he'll go away after he is tired of knocking." urauama naa gone aoout naif an hour when there came a knock at the door. No, it was not a knock. The old lady hadn't quite shut the door after her, and the wind had pushed It back without the cripple being aware of It. There she sat, almost dozing, and the poulticed foot looking as big as a beer keg. "Ahem! Ahum!" "Oh, my!" It was a young man In the act of lifting his hat, and he stood fairly In the door. "I called to see" he began. '"You must go right away, sir." "Couldn't 1 bsk " "No, sir; go away." "Yes, yes. I beg pardon." And with a look that certainly In-' eluded that big foot be walked away. Did he have black eyes and curly hair? Did he wonder what ailed her foot? Did he suspect In the remotest degree that a great big girl like her had met with an accident while chas ing a calf barefooted? In the girl's anxiety she found her self across the room and peeking out of the window at the stranger's back as he walked away. She thought he had a good figure, but had got no further when a twinge caught that foot and she had to go hopping back to her chair. "I know we should have liked each other at first sight, and yet I must have a foot on as big as a barrel of soft soap. I told him to go, but I think it was the sight of the foot that scared him," she sobbed. When grandma returned and was told of the Incident she said: "I don't know who on earth It could have been. He lifted his hat, did he?" "Most gracefully." "Then It wasn't any man living within twenty miles of this. He came to ask something, did he?" 'He did, but I choked him off. I wiBh I'd let him say away. Drat this foot!" "I suppose," said grandma, looking very thoughtful, "that providence ordained that you should chase that calf?" "And get that thorn In my foot?" "Yes." "And be laid up when a stranger called?" "That's It, dear. That young man saw you was a nice girl. He saw you had met with an accident. You have aroused his curiosity and Interest." "Yes, grandma, and then?" "He'll surely be back again In two or three days." "And and " "I guess I'd better change the poul tice. If providence has planned to bring you two together she's goln' to do It, unless you go and get stung on the nose by a bumble bee before that foot gets well." i That foot got well like magic. The third day saw the patient hobbling around and keeping eyes on the high way. You must not be too interested," cautioned grandma. "Oh, I'm all right," was the laugh ing reply. "It's silly, as you say, to think that anything romantic could come out of that old scrapbook. If anyone comes It will be a chicken buyer or a tin peddler, and as there Is nothing romantic about them, will take my book and go out In the orchard." But the man came, and was neither after chickens, nor did he have wash Dasins and dippers to sell. It was Mr. James Brlnkley, the artist from the city, whose errand that day and the day or two previous had been to buy an acre of ground of grandma's property to build him a bungalow on. In making a short cut out to the house the artist climbed the fence to pass through tho orchard and Inspect the fruit. Why why " exclaimed Miss Leo nore, as she rose up as they came sud denly face to face. Have I scared you again?" he asked with a pleasant laugh. "I was at the house the other day, you re member?" Why-e-yes, and I had a thorn In my foot." "A thorn! I thought It might be a stone bruise. Mother had to poultice them for me when I was a boy." The girl wondered if he would further Bay that he got them by chas ing calves around, but as he did not she dropped the subject and accom panted him into the house. Grandma Pearson had long been land poor and she was pleased at the opportunity to make a sale. When It came down to naming figures the artist laughingly said: "They call me a rather hard man to deal with, and perhaps I am. At any rate, I should like to know what goes with this land." At this Juncture MIsb Leonore seem Ingly had her suspicions aroused and silently vanished from the house. 'What goes with the land?" queried grandma with a laugh, "why, all you can get." Whitman the Prophet. Walt Whitman was a prophet who, like so many of his breed, called aloud before his time had ripened, a poet whose fruition for America lies dimly In the future. Undismayed, buoyant with fierce conviction and unshakable faith, he moved amid the thunders of ruin menacing the republic and the later Insidious threatB of Its decay, the bard of manhood, the chanter of de mocracy, the laureate of labor. North American Review. No Conscience at All. "How does it happen that you are In liquor again when you promUed not to take another drink for six mouths? asked the ascetic person. "It was the luckiest accident you ever heard of, said the bibulous one, enthusiastically. "I met a friend who led me to a bar and told me my money was counterfeit. Worth the Risk. "liotts was run over by a handsome limousine yesterday." "Hurt much?" "No. A stunning girl who was In the car made the chauffeur pick Botts up and she held his head in her lap all the way to the hospital." "Think of a thing like that happen ing to Botts, who hus no soul!" Get a Hobby. Horace Greeley once said: "Young man, go West." I give advice as vnlu able and more easily followed: I say young man, got a hobby; preferably get tv o, one for indoors and one for out; get a pair of hobby horses that can safely be ridden In opposite direc tions. A. Udward Newton, In the At Inn tie. Yhst Would Be Something Else, "The secretary of agriculture says that the skunk is one of man's best friends." "We can stand that as long as the skunk doesn't aspire to being one of our closest friends. By MARION RANDALL PAR30N3, Treasurer of the 8lerra Club. IN JUNE, Yosemite valley Ib at the very height of its beauty. The deciduous trees are In new leaf, maples and dogwood In tenderest, ongntesi green, oaKB uppea wuu pastel shades of pink and red in prophecy of their autumn glory, aza leas In full bloom, and the meadows a rippling mass of exquisite grass bright ened with flowers. After a week or more in the valley, following the 'better-known trallB, get ting muscles in condition again after city-bound dayB, we were anxious to see what spring was like in the snowy upper country. Accordingly, as pack animals were not to be obtained for love or money, we prepared to make pack animals of ourselves, and knap sack over to Mount Clark (11,609 feet) on the southwestern boundary of the park, the most prominent peak of the Merced group. There were four of us In the party, two men and two women, and we planned to be out two nights with a comfortable margin of provisions for a third night, If necessary. Bacon, hard tack and that blessing to mountalneerB, soup, made up the bulk of our com missary, re-enforced, however, by raisins, choocolate, dried fruit, beans, spaghetti and cheese. Our personal outfits, of course, were reduced to bare essentials. Share Alike With the Men. We women who "knapsack" pride ourselves on being able to do our share, so, while we do not pretend to carry such heavy packs as the men, we carry our own outfits and a part, at least, of the general commissary supplies. Short-skirted, flannel-shirt-ed, with hobnailed boots to the knee and "shocking bad hats," we are as easy In our own clothing and as re gardless of wind or weather as the men themselves. In Little Yosemite we made a camp beside the smoothly flowing Merced, and after lunch .t out on a ramble Y05e,mite up toward the base of Half Dome. Up Cloud's Rest trail wo climbed, and then pushed through the forest to the brink of Tenaya canyon, a gorge almost as deep as Yosemite valley Itself, inac cessible to all but the hardiest moun taineers. The great chasm, more than 2,000 feet deep, lay at our feet. Half Dome towered majestically against the sky, and still farther we could see the shadowed cliffs of El Capltan and the Cathedral Rocks. My companion on this ramble elect ed to climb Cloud's Rest before re turning to camp, so I made my way back to Little YoBemtte alone. Near the foot of the trail, In a glorious little mountain meadow, I surprised a beau tiful buck, the largest I have ever seen In the Sierra. His horns were in vel vet, and he stood so near me that I could see the quick, nervous move ment of his nostrils as he watched me. For two or three minutes we stood there regarding one another. Then, with a nonchalant wag of his funny little tall, he turned and made off through the woods, as unhurriedly and Indifferently as if I, too, had been a woodland creature. A knapsacker's camp Is a simple af fair a bed of pine needles, a few stones rolled together to make a fire place, a pile of firewood gathered to gether; and there is homo. By five o'clock next morning we were astir. Where one's possessions are so few, washing dishes and packing is a mat ter of scant ceremony, in less than an ' The Gaucho. The gaucho, or cowboy of the plains of the basin of Rio de la Plata, has been celebrated In song and story quite as much as has bis prototype in North America, to which he closely corresponds. The gaucho Is not al ways, however, a cowboy; he Is oc casionally a rover and his Intimate knowledge of frontier life has been of great value in the gradual develop ment of Argentina's vast Patagonlan wilderness. War Prayer. O Lord, help us to tear the soldiers of the foe to bloody shreds with our shells, help us to cover their smiling fluids with tho pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to lay waste tholr humble homes with a hurricane of fire;; help us to wring the hearts of tholr offending widows with un availing gilct. Wast tholr hopes, blight tholr lives, water their way with their tears. Mark Twain. Nails First Forged by Hand. Nails, an Indispensable article for everyday use In "a thousand and one" t A, ft -$ s I v yt ,,,, 3 hour we were ready for the trail, or for the march, rather, as we expected to leave trails behind us and strike across country to the base of Mount Clark, Hot Rocks to Warm Cold Bed. We held it to be but a tribute to our skill as mountaineers, however, when we found an old sheep trail following the very route we bad planned to take. For many miles we followed It through the rolling forest east of Mount Starr King, through Starr King meadow, and out near the crest of a granite ridge near Clark Fork. Here we left it be hind and struck across the open coun try, over ridge after ridge, across stream after stream, until we came to the northerly fork of Gray creek, where we made a camp. We had reached the altitude of about 8,500 feet, and snowdrifts lay deep all about us. But firewood was abundant and our little nook among the tall firs promised every comfort that a knap sacker need expect. In default of extra bedding we took hot rocks to bed with us. The night passed comfortably and we were up at dawn ready for the as sault on Mount Clark, confident also of success. As we climbed the snow lay even deeper about us. The forest of flr and mountain pine gave way to the hardier white-bark pine, the tree of timberllne. Up to the top of the ridge It crept, at the top a mere shrub, bent and twisted beneath the winter's weight of snow. As we climbed, our horizon to the south and west widened. We were looking across the valley of the Illllou ette toward the snowy divide separat ing ub from the south fork of the Mer ced where lies Wawona and the splen did Mariposa grove of sequoias. Yo semite valley was but a blue rift in the forest with only Its great domes, Half Dome, Sentinel Dome and Starr King, riBing into any prominence. Far different was our view to east ward from the crest. Our ridge ended on the east in an abrupt precipice. Through a broken "chimney" or win- Valley dowlike aperture In the rocks, we looked down 500 feet Into a great snow field filling all the eastern basin, and beyond this lay the cleft of the Merced canyon, and, still beyond, the magnifi cent snowy peaks of the summit crest, Lyell, McClure, Rltter, Dana, a host of others, all above 13,000 feet, all shin ing and gleaming in the brilliant sun shine with a radiance that hardly seemed to belong to this world. Couldn't Get Up Clark. Well for us that this glorious vision was compensation for all he many miles we had climbed, for we got no farther that day and Clark still re mained unconquered. For we had an ticipated the Beason for mountain climbing by a fortnight or more, and the slope that should have offered an easy rock climb to the summit was now a precipitous wall of treacherous snow. We had no rope, no ice ax, not ven a knife with which we might have cut steps, and the icy edge where rock and snow met proved an invin cible barrier to the summit 4 . Up and down the ridge we prowled, over every ledge. Into every chimney, only to admit ourselves defeated in the end, For an hour or more we remained upon the ridge feasting our eyes on the marvelous panorama a hundred miles of snowy range, a magnificent alpine region, the greater part of which la now almost Inaccessible, soon to be opened to travel by the construc tion or me jonn Mulr trail. ways, are not, as many of us may sup- poae, of very ancient origin. Natur ally there has alwavs been mihatt tute, but it has only been since 1810 mat machinery has been employed to any extent In the manufacture nf nulla Previous to that time they were made Dy Hand by forging on an anvil, and great numbers of men were employed m the industry. Nails Made by Hand. It seems hardly credible that 1t almost to the close of the eighteenth century that most nails were made by hand. Other countries were vary slow to follow the lead of England In get ting out nails In large quantities. In France for nearly a century light nails for carpenter work were made from wire. Lnt until ISC0 they wer made by hand with a hammer. When the Time Will Come. Man With Paper "Here's a preach er In Syracuse, New York, declares that the time will come when there will be no liars in the world." Pes simist "Well, the world is due to end sometime," Cauadlan Courier. am TOO MUCH FOR BOOK AGENT Busy Man Also Had Something He Wanted to Show Breezy Caller It Was the Door. "I've something I want to show you," said the breezy caller. "1 couldn't go away without showing It to you. My conscience would reproach me if I didn't show it to you." "Well, what Is It?" asked the busy man. V "It's a book, the most valuable book ever published. A compendium of knowledge. Six hundred pages. Nu merous illustrations. And the price is" "Hold on," said the busy man. "There's something I want to show you. I'd be mad all day if I didn't show it to you." "What Ib it?" asked the breezy caller. "The door. Good-day." A Helpful Hint. "1 am almost In despair about my condition," somberly stated Alexander Akenslde, the well known dyspeptic. "1 cannot seem to find anything that will help me. My stomach" "I doubt there being any help for you, Elllck," Interrupted Sanford Mer ton, a pessimistic person. "But If you would have your stomachic symptoms deleted by a competent censor it would relieve the rest of us mightily." Puck. Two Viewpoints. Alas!" sighed the writer. "If I did not have such a large family making dally demands on me what master pieces I could write and what wealth I could win." It's tough working all alone," sighed the writer across the way. "If I only had a family to work for and to make effort worth while, what mighty things with the pen I could ac complish!" Judge. Hard to Decide. Proudley If Dobleigh has finished his painting, why doesn't he send it to the exhibition and let people see it? Emmerley Because he's In a quan dary iabout giving it a name. Some of his friends want him to enter It as The Falls of Niagara' and others ad vise him to turn the canvas upside down and call It 'A Yellowstone Park Geyser.' " Puck. On the River Styx. "Something wrong here," said Cha ron to himself after collecting the tickets on his ferry boat. "There are eight passengers on board and I've only seven tickets. It looks like I was getting a shade the worst of it this trip." A STRANGE COINCIDENCE. Barnes Tormer In the piece we play tonight the scene is laid about the time of the Spanish war. Hiram Subbubbs Yep, and the eggs the boys have been buyin' up was laid about the same time. E Plurlbui Unum. Hlnkedink Doctor Dlgglewlg Is a specialist, Isn t he? Plunkelunk Yes. He has two spe cialties. Hlnkedink What are they? Plunkelunk Consultations and fees. Woman Again. Visitor What brought you here? Prisoner 1 owes me downfall to a woman. Visitor How was that, my poor man? Prisoner She yelled for the police. Corroborative Detail. "It doesn't follow that a man Is serious simply because he is always sending a girl sweets and conserves." "I don't know about that, I should take such presents as a candied ex pression." A Plum. Madge How is Dolly getting on In politics? Marjorte Fine! A rich brother So cialist is going to marry her and let her spend all his money. Judge. Nstural Ceductlon. Tomdix Is the policeman in your neighborhood on the square? Hojax I guess he is; at least he is uever round wben wanted. I p- ' i i t ; r T iver f f TrwrrVrcMii ion I iislliBil? TRADING POST j THE PEACE river was first brought to the notice of the world by Alexander Mackenzie. Not satisfied with following to the Arctic ocean the river which bears his name, he went up the Peace river, crossed the Rocky moun tains and made his way to the Pacific ocean, which he reached in Septem ber, 1793. The previous winter he had spent at Fort MacLeod, built for his convenience, and afterwards contin ued as a trading post. Fort MacLeod Is located on thp north side of Peace river, six miles above Peace River Crossing, and nearly opposite the mouth of Smoky river. Last summer the American museum sent an expedition up into that coun try, and the trip up and down the Peace river Is entertainingly described by Pliny E. Goddard in the American Museum Journal. After telling some thing of the changes In trade routes and of the preliminary journey from Edmonton to Peace River Crossing, he continues: The Grenfell, the little river boat that was to take us downstream, had Bteam up and dinner cooked when we arrived. About two that afternoon we crossed the Peace and took on several cords of wood. With a whistle to jeer at the company's boat which had ex- pected to pull out before us and did not, we moved downstream. The little Grenfell could make about fourteen miles, and the river Itself was making eight because the water was very high. It was liquid mud car rying driftwood and logs even whole trees. The sun slowly moved from south to west, from weBt to northwest, and then was hidden behind the river banks. That It had set we could not be certain, for there was plenty of light until about eleven o'clock, when we tied up to the banks so the en gineer could sleep. Islands Are Numerous. The river is full of Islands. In the 300 miles there are about two hundred of them, covered with pine and spruce timber. As we proceeded the banks grew lower and the river wider. That night we tied up at North Vermilion and went down to the river bank in stead of up, the river was so high. Here, 600 miles from the railroad, there are two little communities of whites and half breeds, one on either side of the river. They get mail once a month and are glad to get It, al though It Ib usually two months old when it arrives. The whites are well read, well-educated, and have the true northern hospitality. The half-breeds form a class by themselves. They read a little French, but prayer books and catechisms are all that are avail able to them In French.' Only a few of them have been as far from home as Edmonton, the others consider Ver milion the center of the earth. With Vermilion as a base six weeks were spent In ethnological wor'r. Dur ing this time a trip was made to a trading post on Hay river on the oc casion of "treaty paying." ' Nearly" all the Indians of Canada receive cash payments from the Dominion govern ment once a year. A band of Slavey Indiana, practically untouched by civ ilization except as to dress, trade at this post, which is 700 miles from the railroad by the usual route of travel. The Beaver Indians, who hunt be tween Hay river and the Peace, are greatly reduced in numbers and con- TAKES ANIMALS AS PLEDGES New York Man Runs Pawnshop Prob ably Only One of Its Kind In the World. Among the curious Industries or sources of livelihood in New York city is an animal pawnshop. As you take a watch to an ordinary pawnshop to raise money on it, so you may take a watchdog to the animal pawnshop Recently a man did this, getting $20 on a dog that was easily worth $50, the pawnbroker said. But he was a trick dog which had been taught to open doors. So in due time-se opened a door and let himself out while let ting the pawnbroker in. D. Potter, who Is the trainer for the New York hippodrome, owns the ehop. He takes camels, lions, elephants, any animals. There are no charges for interest on the loan, the only charge being for the keep of the animals, among which at almost any time are dogs, monkeys, bears, goats, cats, coons, foxes, par rots, canaries. At one time he had 40 trick donkeys in pawn. The profits eace IPS Biderably Influenced by more than a century of contact with white and half breed traders and servants of the fur company. 8low Trip Upstream. Returning upstream Vermilion to St. John In August was another matter as regards speed. The current was not quite so strong, but the steamer belonged to the Hudson Bay company. The ways of the company are still the old ways of the north. There muBt be a French-Cree word for manana since the thing Itself certainly exists. The boat was comfortable, however, the weather perfect and the compan ionship excellent. It took three weeks to reach Fort St. John, where from the river banks, 900 feet high, the Rocky mountains are to be seen. The first of civilization in the persons of several young settlers went to St. John with us. Here also are remnants of once powerful Beaver tribes, who In early days burned the trading post and killed the traders. As- treaty had been paid considerably in advance of the advertised date, the Indians were nearly all back from the river secur ing food for the winter. A week's Btay was made at Dunve gan, some miles from which place a band of Beaver live on the reserve. Out os we Many Islands I?: os the Peace River Near them were , several prosperous agricultural settlements. Many Bears After Berries. Coming back to Peace River Cross ing was pleasant and should have been easy. It one sits down on a raft or in a canoe and sits still he will quietly pass the 240 miles from St. John to Peace River Crossing. Our luck was a canoe loaned to us. Be cause It was the homeward Journey the natural speed of the current, three miles, was Increased to five or six by the use of the paddles. It Is tlreBome work, but a few days of It puts a large share of conceit into one when he tries his muscles against a loafer. Yes, there were bears, there always are on the Peace. This was the time of ripe berries and there were many bears. We know that they, Indian like, must have "made medicine" " agalnBt us, for nothing else could have prevented our killing one. We were very happy when Sunday night at eleven o'clock, two hours after darkness had come In the early days of September, we paddled our canoe alongside the company's boat Peace River. Kind friends helped us unload. A cheery fire in the saloon, a cupful of tea, and welcoming smiles soon drove out the cold and stiffness accumulated since five in the morn ing. This was at the end of the tele graph line Will the North pass as our West has passed? Even when the Peace river Is settled as It soon will be, there will remain a vast fur-bearing region, but that the peculiar types of white people and Indians with their present customs and manners can long survive Is a question, and they make the rea) North. Careless Surgeons. Many stories are told of surgeons who have carelessly sewed up things In men's bodies that had no business or function to perform there. Pieces of sponge are often thus lost The largest foreign material Inclosed with in the human frame is declared to have been a pair of forceps. arising from the charges for feed and care are enough to make the insti tution pay. Once he had a lion in pawn which broke his chain in the stable and went roaring around trying to get out. The employees were near ly scared to death, and It was only after heroic efforts that they mustered courage to capture him. As a matter of fact the animal was a decrepit beast that had served his time in side shows. The proprietor trains animals of all kinds and deals In them, so his line of pawnshop for them Is a part of his other business, and he has thus come to have perhaps the only pawn, shop of the kind in the world. Wouldn't Buy a Veil. I knew an old lady who was a tightwad. She was so stingy that when her husband died she didn't want to buy a black veil. , So while the minister was preaching she went out of the back door and took the crepe oft of the front door and fixed It on her hat. When the undertaker went to get the crepe he couldn't IU4 It. Chicago Tribune.