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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (Oct. 15, 1915)
(V . . . , . , , , . , ....... . ( HUPDY M rGriXTT ILl-tOIKAlLU covmrcHT ay cnrrr ninarss SYNOPSIS. Hall Bonlstelle, artist-photographer, pre ar for the day's work In hl atudlo. Flodle Fisher, hli assistant, remind! him of a party ha la to give In the atudlo that nl(ht, and that hla bualnaaa la In bad financial ahupc. Mr. Doremue, attorney and Justice of the peace, calls and Informa Hnll that hla Uncle John's will haa left him I4.WO.00O on condition that he marry before hla twenty-eighth birthday, whloh begins at mlrtnlght that night. Mm, Rena Royalton calls at the studio and Hall asks her to marry him at once. She spars for time, but finally agrees to give him an an swer at the party that night. Miss Caro lyn Dallys calls and Hall proposes to her. She agrees to give him an answer at the party. CHAPTER V. .Suddenly she gat up and looked round toward the office. - She was keenly alive again, Immediately. It love made her stupid and sluggish, hate could revive her. Rosamund Gale! The eight ot her stung Flbdie like whip. Here she was again, now, of all times, when everything was askew, Rosamund Gale, the professional model, Rosamund the beautiful, Rosa mund the arrogant, the spoiled 1 Flo die disliked her, from her hair to her heels, disliked her name, her man ners, her reputation, and, most of all, her photographs. Hall Bonlstelle used her often for his commercial pictures which he sold for advertisements, for magazine covers, for art supplements. "Spring" Miss Oale in damp cheese cloth with apple blossoms; "The Suf ragette" Miss Gale In tallormade suit, gesticulating; and so on Flodle al ways slapped the prints angrily with an Irritated "Choot" before she put them away. She would have been glad to slap Rosamund. Hall posed ber, ar ranged draperies, touched her hair, moved her bands all exquisite agony for Flodle. "Say, Where's Hall?" Rosamund made a picture of herself In the door way. Golden fair, highly colored, pic turesque, even voluptuous, always In striking original costumes daringly "artistic," Rosamund, with all her dimples, her curls, her "lines," and ber strange colors let Flodle have the full disconcerting effect of her beauty. 8he had the air of one who is quite used to being stared at and admired. Flodle rose, ber face set. "Mr. Bonlstelle Is busy, Miss Gale," she said, and walked toward the office, as If to brush the visitor back. Rosamund, however, would recog nize no mere menial; she swept Into the studio as If she owned the place. "AU right, I'll hang round a while till he's free. Say, Miss Fisher, fish me out a couple of those last poses, will you? I want to give one to a gentle man friend. Here take this boa out there and bang It up, while you're go ing, d'you mind?1 "Oh, certainly 1" said Flodle, took the boa and an apparent accident dropped It. Rosamund made an angry gesture. "Ob, pardon me, I'm so care less," said Flodle. Then carrying it artfully, so that a full foot ot it dragged along the floor, she marched out ot the studio, chin up. Rosamund looked about tor a ciga rette, and found a box on a tabouret "Oh, Miss Fisher!" she sang, "bring me a match, will you?" Then she yawned, and threw herself lazily on the coucb. She began to whistle. Flodle, returning, noticed that Rosa mund showed too much silk stocking, also that one stocking had begun to . "run." She noticed that Rosamund's shirtwaist was not quite fresh, noticed that her nails, though highly polished, were not absolutely well chaste. One heel was a bit run over; her moonstone ring needed cleaning; lace, part real and part Imitation; eyebrows lengthened a little with the pencil; tiny rip in her glove. There was noth ing an ordinary man would have seen, nothing that would have hurt, for him, the whole effect, even had he seen it; but Flodle saw and damned and said no word. "Here are the matches, Miss Gale. I'll look up the prints this afternoon, when I have more time." "Oh, thanks. Have a cig?" Robs uund held them up Impertinently. "Oh, don't you smoke?" Very sarcas tic was Rosamund's tone. "No, you don't look It, exactly." She laughed aslly, confident ot ber own superior appearance. Flodle's lips grew white; It would not take much more to make her cry. ""Oh, I'd hardly vxpect you to under stand," she managed to say, and turned to go, "Oh, I understand you all r&ht, I ueas. Say, what are all those fancy evergreen wreaths dolnr out In the of fice, anyway ?" She wt,S blowing rings very prettily!. "Oh, Mr. BonisteVe is going to have a party tonight." , "Really? fll have to ask him about that." She examined her finger nails. -'I believe I'll come." "I'm sorry, but the Invitations were all sent out over a week ago, Miss Gale." "Mine must have been addressed -wrong." "I don't think I ever make that kind of a mistake.' "No," said Rosamund deliberately, SOME VERY QUEER COSTUMES Gorgeous Raiment Has Been Common 1 Many Famous Writer Dis raeli's Green Velvet Trousers. The London Daily Chronicle, in its Interesting miscellaneous column, says: "A liking of gorgeous raiment, such as characterized Emlle Verhae rtn in his youth, baa been common to many famous writers. Disraeli as a young man startled the town by an vetting, dress comprising green vol ret DURGE55 6 KAY WiUi "the mistake you make Is in supposing that you run this place." Flodle eyed her. "Well, you set me such a good example, you know, Miss Gale really " The door opened, and Hall cam out of the dark room blinking. "Hello, Hall I How's th boy?" said Rosamund, and rearranged her pose quickly and deftly. Exit Flodle, to dry ber eyes in the office to swear her Innocent little "Darn It all, anyway 1" to wait and wonder, to worry and grow ever more fearful, as the voices reached her ears. Hall's face lighted as ha saw Rosa mund. Despite defects of detail, Rosa mund, so nonchalantly posed, so fair and flashing, animate with youth and confidence, was, as ever, a picture in which he rejoiced. - Sh had none of Carolyn's severe, clean-cut boyishness, none of th fullness of Mrs. Royalton'a aristocratic maturity. She was a wom an that women would always shun, and men fight for, love and abandon. Hall looked at ber, and her beauty sank deep into him. A golden tendril of hair In front of her ear caught his glance; and thence to th saucy frolic some dimple In her cheek, the little uplifted corner of her delicate mouth, ber white even teeth, the straight line of her nose, her finely-drawn eye brows, to ber violet-blue eyes, his quick glance traveled reveling. He did not speak till: "By Jov, I'd like to take you In that pose!" She, ot course, Immediately changed It to prove her lack ot vanity, but fell Into another as artful. Well she knew her trade. "Oh, don't talk shop all the time," she said. "I'm Just calling. I've been posing for three hours with Deerfleld, and I'm all in. For heaven's sake let me sit where I can't see a camera. Say, Hall, how about this party to night? You're not trying to cut me out, are you?" She went up to him, took him by the two lapels of his coat, showed her teeth, and with her eyes, dared him to touch her. He ran his hand through his hair. "By Jove," he replied slowly, "didn't you get an Invitation? Miss Fisher must have forgotten It." She made a little gesture of re proach. "Oh, ot course, it you didn't want me you know, Hall, I never butt In. Never mind!" Pouting prettily, she turned away. "Why, of course I want you to come!" What else could Hall say? But Indeed, looking upon her, he meant it now. "Say, you're devilish She Had the Air of One Who I Quit Used to Being 8tared At pretty, did you know it? I've never seen you look so well!" Rosamund needed no more of an in vitation. "Well," she said comfortably, "If you really want me, I'll promise to make some of that smart bunch of yours look like washwomen and that's no myth, either. Say, Hall, I've got a new dress I'm dying to have you see smart as pepper! It's some rag, be lieve me! Can I go the limit?" She circled her corsage, indicating a dar ingly lowcut neck. He laughed and nodded. "Oh, you can get away with anything In the way of clothes. By Jove, you'd look all right in Jumper and overalls." "Good idea! Let's try it some timet Queen of the Bricklayers." She struck a graceful attitude. "Lord, you are pretty!" Hall said meditatively, watching her. She gave him a look, caught a new expression on his face, and proceeded to work It up. Her first step was to say reflectively, as she cast down her golden lashes, "Say, Hall, I don't know I guess I'd better not oome tonight, though, after all. I don't believe you want me." "Of course I want you, Rosamund!" He went up to her and tried to take her hand. "Do come please!" "No," she drew away from him pet tishly. "I'm not coming. I've decided." - ni -. .- . trousers, a canary-colored waistcoat, and a coat with lace cuffs. Dickens, likewise, was fond of a certain bright green waistcoat, which he wore in accompaniment with a vivid scarlet tie, and he turned up at Frith 's studio one day in a sky-blua overcoat with red cuffs. Even mor fearful and wonderful was Dumas' appearance at an ambassador's reception In a shirt on which were depicted a number of little red demons disporting them selves amid flames of yellow fir. 'My tot fame wu s grand success,' h izr- 9 -' BBS nJr'V-' ' ' "" Rosamund flung herself down on tat touch. Of course b followed her. "Now, Rosamund, se here!" This tltn ht succeeded In getting her hand. "You'v simply got to com. Why, you'll mtk that crovt star! There Isn't on of them that can some anywhere sur you, for looks ''11 be awfully proud of you." "Why?" Hr ham jnoved In hit, with th slightest possible caress. Sh put something Into her blue eyes that mad them burn with tenderness. Hall draw her gently toward klo, and whispered: "Com over here, and I'll tell you." Sh hesitated second, than permit ted a closer contact, arranging It 10 that sh could look up at him dream ily. "Well, what?" Now hr eyt went down. Her Angers worked nerv ously. Very fin work, for that sort ot a girl. His arm tightened about bar, ha draw her head still nearer hit. On In stant she protestsd mutely, then, with a sigh the thut her eyes and shivered, Hall klsssd her ones, twice thrto. Sh clutched his band tightly. When sh did raise her lids, it was to look at him with big, pleading, won dering eyes. There were tear la thm almost. "What do you want to kiss me tor, Hall?" He kissed her again. "Why shouldn't I want to?" Th time had oome. Sh Jumped to her feet "Hall, I'm going! I can't ever com ber again. Tou've spoiled verythlng? It's only tun for you, but but 1 " sh choked seb "but I can't play at It, that way!" Sh turned and walked to th window. "Oh, I'm sorry really." Hall walked toward her again. "I didn't mean" "Oh, I car too much, I'm afraid," sh fobbed, and sat down mournfully, refusing to look at him. "You mean Rosamund I" He stopped, bit his Up and looked at her keenly. Rosamund could not b awak ward or ridiculous. The dedallan gods had granted her th superb gift ot grace. She sat lc a limp, dejected but perfectly graceful attitude, a picture of grief and wounded pride. A keener man would have looked for more aban don in her wo, a touch of the gro tesqueness of despair, something ot convincing intensity. Perhaps Hall himself, at any other time, when hi mind was free, might have had a sus picion that all was not genuine. But now he saw only a woman who loved him tenderly, and on whose emotion he had carelessly played. A wave ot tenderness for her swept over him regret for his having touched her keen nerve; but it was colored, also, with the pride of the male in his con quest. Th chase had already excited him. 8he was there, beautiful and fond, his victim conquered by hil force of personality. Try as ha might to subdue this baseness, his egotism rose triumphant over his sympathy, The woman was bis! Then, with the thought, a lightning flashed In his brain. Here was th thing to do! He must be married be fore midnight Why not Rosamund for his bride? She was ready, willing to be won, affectionate, a beauty whom he could be proud to exhibit as his wife. Mrs. Royalton might give him prestige, introduce him to a smart set, present him, as her dower, with influ ence and position; but where would she be beside the compelling beauty of Rosamund Gale? Carolyn, perhaps, was better fitted to be his mate she, too, was of the socially elect, and sh had youth. Youth? Had not Rosa mund the full fragrance of Its charms? All this hr a whirling instant then with a swift rush, he had her in his embrace. "Rosamund, dear Rosamund!" he ex claimed softly, "I did mean it I want you, dear! Let me love you!" How careful be was to be honest! "I want you for my wife, Rosamund! I must have you!" He held her tight and close; he kissed her more and mor fervently. Slowly, slowly, she lifted her blu eyes to his. "Really, Hall? Really T Smiling through her tears, ah nestled close. "Then you do really lov ma, Rosa mund?" Hall asked, after a minute of demonstration. "Oh, Hall!" Sh ran her finger through his hair. Hall had a queer new sensation ot pleasure. So far he had thought only of his marriage and his millions; but with Rosamund warm and soft in his arms, her hair In his eyes, her heart beating so near Rosamund had made him forget, for a minute. For the mo ment, If not in love with her, he was at least fascinated. She set his blood afire. His eagerness was not all dis simulation, wben he said: "Then we must be married Immedi ately! I can't wait, Rosamund. What's the use of being engaged? I want you now today!" (TO BE CONTINUED.) Right Living for the Child. Plenty ot air, which Includes sun shine, as sunshine always gets la with th air If It Is anywhere around. Plenty of rest. Plenty of water. (This means both within and without.) Moderate and nourishing food. Moderate clothing ask yourself If the child Is coolly enough dressed rather than warmly enough. Plenty of play. Plenty of common sense. Which last, being Interpreted, means the wisdom and the Initiative to adapt all laws to individual conditions. Good Housekeeping Magazine. No Change at All. "Does your married life seem home like, my boy?" "Oh, yes. My wife's quarrels are ex actly like the rows mother used to make." Chicago News. wrote; 'everyone thronged round and made much of me.' " Prayer. If father gets the notion In his head that h is going to accomplish every thing by yrayer it makes it hard for mother, who has to get up carry each morning in order that th children may have clothes and grub. I ain't knocking on prayer, mind yon, but t don't pray for things that yon can get without It Atchison County (Kan.) Mall I. PLAG1TS PLACE Glimpse Into the Future Would Have Increased Joan's Interest. "You might know," said Mrs. Gran ger to her daughtor Joan as they sst etvJiig a late breakfast on one sum mer holiday, "that thoro were no worn on In that family. II th.re wore a Mrs. Placy she would have ntJa tht builders hurry. Mon are so bolp' loss-" Joan and her mother had for the past nine months been watching with neighborly Interest the building of the house next door. There had always been a vacant lot there. Mrs. Placy died when Mr. Placy bought the place and It was not until his children had finished tholr education that he had decided to build to give up hotel life In the city for the security and qulot ot the suburbs. "Mr. Placy has a promising son," said Mrs. Granger. "They were talk ing about him at my bridge club yes terday. He has Just finished his art In Paris and Is on one of the big magazines now. They say he has a studio on the north side ot the house with a skylight. I do wish we could see the houBe before they move in. Having no women In the family and we having no men makes It so diffi cult for us to see It later especially the upstairs part." Mrs. Granger sighed mournfully. "But I suppose you can manage so that young Mr. Placy will call," she wont on. "It would be only natural If he was a good boy and not too spollod by his years In Paris It would be rather nice. You could have him in ycur evening bridge club. I don't believe anyone else would know him first and you being neighbors I sup pose he is very continental and for eign, which I think Is rather better than the rough and tumble American manners. I do wish they would get In. The house Is done and all that Is needed Is to have the lawn fixed up and they could come out from the city. It Is so hard to get workmen to do anything " Joan had not hoard the last part of her mother's breakfast monologue. She was thinking In an aimless way of young Placy and wondering what" continental manners would be Ilka at close range. "I suppose they will always have a gardener to do everything," Mrs. Granger went on. "You must be careful, Joan, not to let them see you working in our gardon patch too much. They will really think we can't afford to have things done." Joan was watching the future home of the Placys from over the top of her coffee cup. "There is a workman out there now," she said. "He Is straight ening things up. Poor thing, to have to work on n holiday." Joan watched the young man in overalls. He was carrying toilfully a pile of boards that lay on the front lawn to the back of the place and was apparently getting the lawn ready for seed. His kbaki shirt was open at the throat and he had on a pair of faded overalls and occasionally he niopned his sunburned face. "Poor thing," murmured Joan, "to have to work in this broiling sun." Joan went about the house, doing various puttering pieces of work that would keep her on the side toward the new house, with her mind still pre occupied with the continental Mr. Placy. Meantime she would look out occasionally to see how the work was progressing and wondered whether the Placys would be able to move In next week. At twelve o'clock Joan saw the workman lay down bis spade with which he had been leveling the front lawn. He produced a box of lunch that he h-1 brought with him and retired to the coolness of the shade of the trees behind the house for his noonday meal. Joan watched him from a window. Joan hurried to the kitchen and with deft fingers prepared a cooling drink of lemonB and grapejulce. "Poor thing," she thought. "Perhaps If 1 glvo him a cool drink like this he won't be tempted to go off to a saloon! Ho Is so young and decent looking." Then Joan got a thlcjt glass that wouldn't matter If It broke and put tho cooling beverage with Ice that made It tinkle delightfully into an earthen pitcher. Then with two pat ty cakes that the cook had Just made she hurried to the back yard to the hedge that grew between the lots. She clapped her hands to attract the workman's' attention and he jumped to his feet and ran toward ber. He smiled gratefully at the sound of tho Ico. "1 thought you looked very hot," she said. "It is too bad to have to work on a holiday." Joan said this In her college-settlement manner, that com bined perfect cordiality and yet In flnilo reserve. "There wasn't anyone else to do It," replied the workman. "Besides, It Isn't Imrd work." "Not compared with the work y-u are nccustomed to," said Joan, and the workman drat looked surprised and then smiled knowingly. "You don't know how much I ap prcrlnte this," he said, taking the pitcher and glass and cakes. "I will bring them back as soon as i am through." Joan told the workman that she would be In the garden picking flow ers and that when he was finished with the tblngs be could bring them to Iho hedge. When he came back she took the pitcher, drained to the dregs, and felt happy that she had been so thorough ly appreciated. "It Is a Joke about that house." said the workman, after he had thanked her; "they have been so long abr-nt building It." "Yes," sa d Joan, raising her eye brews, t'be didn't like having a work man calling the home of the Placy a Jo!:o. "But It Is very beautiful." "Wei!, not exactly that. It was built more for comfort'' "locally," said Joan, more surprised at tho workman than ever. Ho naked her whether sh bad seen It and Joan scenting a possible cliunce to see tne upstairs and th studio of the continental Mr. I'lacy asked the workman whether be hud the keys. "Yos, Indeed," he said. "I will show It to you gladly." "Oh, you needn't bother to show It to me," sho said. "Just lot mo have the key and I can look through It while you have gone back to your work. It must be one o'clock. I am sure the I'lacy will have no objoe tlon." "Not the slightest," said the work man, laughing. Joan started through the house and, to her annoyance, the workman fol lowed, explaining the uses for which the various rooms tho billiard room, the music room and the other rooms on the ground floor had been de signed. She hurried away from hlra up to the third floor In search of the studio and he followed. Now be was not so communicative, but be stood near her and laughed a little to him self as s'.ie examined every nook and corner of the studio. On the stairs there was a place where the boards had not been fas tened and Joan started to jump It as she had done when she went up. The workman was there bofore she could reach it and held bis hand out. "Put your hand on my shouldor and I will catch you If you fall or will you let me iarry you?" It was a perfectly courteous suggestion, but It made Joan uncomfortable. She Jumped the distance without waiting to an swer him, hurried down stairs, and, thanking him, hastily hup ried home. She felt as If there were something unusual about the workman, and his laugh lingered in ber memory. It had prob ably been very foolish of her to lot him show her through the house, and she said nothing to her mother about It. She fairly blushed when she re called the teasing look that he hd cast her as she disappeared across the hedge. Two weeks later, when the Placys were Installed In their new bouse, when Joan was sitting alone In ber room, the maid brought up a carl on which was written, "Mr. Roderick Placy." She hurrlod down to him nnd he greater1 her with easy cordial ity and laughed as she returned bis smile. She felt for a minute that she had met him before. They began to talk about the new house. "I suppose you have been through It before we were In," he Bald. She wmJe'ed whether he knew of her encounter with the workman. She didn't want to admit her curiosity and she dMn't want to tell a He. , Shs hedged for a tilnute, and then Mr. Placy came over to her chair and looked at hor closely In mock reproof. "Don't you know me? You are the little lady who brought the cool drink to a poor workman who had to spend a holiday tolling, and you rather re sented It when he offered to carry you over the loose boards In the stairs." He did not wait for Joan's reply. "We couldn't get anybody to do the work, and so I came out from the city and did it myself, and a little fairy godmother from next door came and made the day happy." That was the beginning ot the ac quaintance and young Placy having been quite sure ot his Intentions from the first time he saw her, wasted no time. By early autumn Joan had promised to become Mrs. Placy. When she told her mother she also told her the first chapter of the romance of her Interview witt the workman next door. "And you gave him one of those heavy tumblers and the earther pit cher," said Mrs. Granger, whose mind lingered on details. "What must he have thought!" (Copyright, by the McClure Newspaper Byndlcate.) LAST JEST OF GREAT WRITER Witty Remark Made by the Elder Du ma as He Lay on What Was HI Beathbed. Dumas the elder was the son ot a general of Napoleon Bonaparte, who would take his soldiers by tho breeches and fling them over the pali sades to an assault. Dumas Inherited much of the same spirit. It Is told that Dumas left Paris for the last time taking with him a single gold piece, which he solemnly laid on the mantelpiece of his room at Puys. Toward the end his eye wandered across the sickroom to this coin, and, pointing to it, he said to his son: "See there! Fifty years ago, when I came to Paris, I had one lotiis In my possession. Why am 1 accused of being a prodigal? I have preserved and possess It still see, there It Is!" This was Dumas' last Jest. Subtle Suggestion. "So you are still looking for an honest man." "Of course," replied Diogenes. "Haven't you found ono yet." "Certainly not. What I'm trying to do Is to Impress the fact that the article Is so scarce that the people may as well turn to me." During the Argument. "And you tell me several men pro posed marriage to you?" be said savagely. "Yes, several," the wife replied "Well, I only wish you had married the first fool who proposed." "1 did." Both Lose? "I hardly know who got the worst of this transaction." "How now?" "My brother swapped another chap a revolver for a trombone." Regular Habit. George 1 met Kthel yesterday, and she was happy. She Bald that she and Herbert had mado up. Molly Well, Ethel makes up right along. The Only Way. Crawford Do you think it right to ruarrel with one wife over th tele phone? Crabshaw That' the only way to do It. You ctn shut ter off before sh can get In the last word. Judge m r An rir: MBS View or TtHUANTEPtc AN EPOCH marking event In the development of closer trade and traffic relations between the United States and the countries of Central America will be the opening of the n iw rail way connecting Mexico and Guate mala, writes W. D. Ilornaday In Grit. But for the revolution in Mexico thiB important link In the long-talked of line ot railway, that Is dostlned ulti mately to extend all the way to the iBthmus of Panama, and porhaps to the countries ot South America that border upon the Pacific ocean, would have been in regular operation ere this. According to reports from Guate mala the work of extending the Pa cific division of the International Railways of Central America from Champerlco to Ayutla,. situated on the Mexico-Guatemala border, is prac tically finished. At Ayutla this line connects with the Pan-American rail road, whloh runs to San Geronlmo on the Isthmus ot Tehuantepec, a dis tance of 284 miles. The Suchiate river forms the boundary line between Mexico and Guatemala. This stream is spanned by a costly bridge. On the Mexican side Is the town ot Marlscal and just across the river is Ayutla. The Guatemala link. In the Pan American keeps close in towards the Pacific coast, and In places the blue waters of the ocean may be seen by travelers on tho trains. At the port of San Jose the road connects with the main line that crosses Guatemala from southwest to' northeast, forming a direct route to the capital and to Port Burrlos, the Atlantic terminus. The Isthmus ot Tehuantepec and that part of far southeastern Mexico that is traversed by the Pan-American railroad possesses many features of interest to the world-traveler or to the man who takes delight In pene trating out-of-the way places and who loves the beauties of nature. It also has attracted many American colon ists. When travel to and from Mex ico was Interrupted by the Internal strife that has so long afflicted the country, American colonists and tour ists were just beginning to get ac quainted with the remote region that was made accessible to them by the construction of tho Mexico division of the Pan-American railroad. Region of Great Interest. All the way from Cordoba to Marls cal there are many wonderful things to be seen, but It Is not until the Isthmus of Tehuantepec Is reached that the full bloom beauty of riotous nnturo, with its deep-green huert ver dure, Its picturesque lllo and customs of the careful natives, greet the oye. Tho encroachment of civilizing In fluences has left bi:t little impress upon tho town nnrt village of -the Tohuana Indians. Their chlof popula tion center in Tehuantepec, which Is located on the National Tehuantepec railroad within a few miles of Sallna Cruz, tho Pacific coast terminus of that trans-Isthmian lino. In all Mexico there ts no placo of more absorbing Intern&t snd strange attraction to the visitor than Tehuantepec. There is little In common between the Tehuana Indians and tho other native tribes ot the country in tho matter of cus toms nnd ovetyday life. The Tohuana men are of very or- Hand Shaking. A nonprof'jssor, defending his posi tion oitlstido the church, said: "Why should 1 join tho church and receive tho sacraments? How much better would I be for the observance of a mer formality, like handshaking?" The answer was: "If you think that hand shaking Is a more formality, re fuse to take tho hand of your friend sotno day, and you will learn that it has a meaning, and that your action will b interpreted as an expression of distrust or dislike. Then remem ber tlmt you are treating your best Frli'nd ss you could treat no other friend mid retain his friendship." United Presbyterian. Pity the Dentist. "Your work must be very trying," sho said to the dentist as she settled herself In the chair. "It must be hard to bo confined all day in a close office doing the delicate work required on pooplo's teeth." "It Is," said the dentist, turning his face away for the moment, "especially to during the summer onion season." Detroit Free Press. Vu iiieyisuT' hx t wk imjpi dlnary type, both in point of physique and standard of intelligence, but the women as a class are the prettiest and most attractive In all Mexico. Thoy resemble In mobility and beauty of features as well as In physical charm the famous native Polynesian women of some ot the groups ot South Pacific Islands. They are the heads of the households. The Tehuana men are anything but their lords and mas tors. Practically all of the trade In the markets and stores It carried on by. the women. The sloven-looking and unattractive male members of the tribe lounge around and live oft of the labors of their women folk. Oc casionally, the local authorities round up a bunch of the men and set them to work upon neighboring plantations, but It is Bald that they are so weak and Indolent as to be of little value when It comes to manual labor. The women are noted for their love of gold coins and colored finery of dress. Their penchant for collecting ifiu 1.U1110 mini, i-uvj neat ill form of necklaces had Its origin, it is said, during the period when great numbors of American adventurers made their mad rush across the Isth mus of Tehuantepec on their way to the California gold fields In the late 40's. When a Tehuana woman once comes Into possession of a gold piece sho will not part with It no matter to what degree of poverty she may be come reduced. Many of these women, whom one sees In the wonderful mar ket placos, wear strings of gold coins aggregating several hundred dollars. Great Chiapas Forests, Bordering on the north the level re gion through which the Pan-American railroad runs Is a stretch of rich tim ber and agricultural lands of the state velopers and upbullders -tas barely touched that little known port of Mex ico. The state Is abundantly sup"-' plied with perpetual flowing rivers, the most notable of which are the Grijalva and the Usumacinta, which are navigable for large boats for long distances. The forests have been lit tle explored. They are filled with many kinds of birds of brilliant plum age, and roaming through the wilder ness of tropical trees and plants are leopards, tigers, wild boars, deer, monkeys and many other animals. The Interior region is a veritable sportsman's paradise. Orchids of enor mous size and the deepest colors add to the wonderful beauty of the pris tine forests. It Is Interesting to note that several celebrated ethnologists who made re search Into the existing native tribes ot Chiapas and the ruins of a pre historic civilization that existed there, believe It to have been the "cradle of the human race." In this connection It may be stated that the mountain , l.lt.n. n9 Inlnna nl PkUn 11 iiiugb ui iimiauo ui iluapao ao WB11 HIS the Tehuana Indians of Tehuantepec bear in many respects a remarkable resemblance to the Orientals, both In personal characteristics and In their established customs. It Is in the northern part of Chiapas that the ruins of Palenque, which have long afforded an Inspiring work of research on the part of archeologists, are lo cated. The most authentio estimate of the history of tho remains of the city that Is now called Palenque is that it was abandoned more than 800 years ago. The Explanation. Banks "I had a new experience yesterday one you might call unac countable. I ate a hearty dinner, fin ishing up with a Welsh rabbit, a mince pie and some lobster a la Newburgh. Then I went to a place of amusement. I had hardly entered the building be fore everything swam before me.'' Blnks "The Welsh rabbit did it." Bunks "No; It was the lobster." Bonks "I think It was tho mince pie." Banks "No; I have a simpler explana tion than that. I never felt better iq my life; I was at the aquaum." A Bird Story. Irate Diner Hey, waiter! There's not a drop of real coffee In this mix ture. Fresh Walter Some little bird told you, I suppose? Irate Diner Yes, a swallow. Lon- -don Answers. Dally Thought Hast thou a friend, visit him often, thorns and brushwood obstruct th road which no one treads. Eattent PtfTerb. VVr v-ly -fc ......