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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 5, 1915)
I HUPDY (Qy GUX TT LLUJ3 lkAILD SYNOPSIS. Hall Bonistelle, artist-photographer, pre-' barm for the day's work In his studio. Flodle Fisher, his assistant, reminds him of a party he Is to give In the studio that night, and that his business Is In bad financial shape. Mr. Doremus, attorney and Justice of the peace, calls and Informs Hall that his Uncle John's will has left him (4.000,000 on condition that he marry before his twenty-eighth birthday, which begins at midnight that night Mrs. Ren a Royalton calls at the studio. Hall asks her to marry him. She agrees to give him an answer at the party that night. Miss Carolyn Dallys calls. Hall proposes to her. She agrees to give him an an swer at the party. Rosamund Gale, art model, calls. Hall tries to rush her Into an immediate marriage. She, too, defers her answer until the evening. Flodle tries to show Hail a certain way out of the mlxup, but he is obtuse. Jonas Hasslng bury, heir to the millions In case Hall falls to marry on time, pleta with Flodle to block Hall's marriage to any of the three women before midnight Flodle ar ranges to have Hall's three Intendeds meet at the studio as If by chance. CHAPTER VII Continued. Flodle reappeared at the doorway. She didn't appear to resent the ques tion in the least. "Seventeen a week." Rosamund's look had vitriol. "H'm!" Her lips lost some of their beauty. "I set one place where he could reduce expenses pretty easily!" -Really? I'm willing. Oh. I've had plenty of offers," said Flodle. "I don't have to stay here. I only do because he wants me to so much, and I don't see how he could ever get along with out me." "Well," Rosamund turned away scornfully. "I think he'll get along all right. The next offer you get, I ad vise you to take it. Hall may change his plans pretty soon, and you might be in the way." Rosemund had led trumps, so Flodle followed suit. She took her time, how ever, biting the end of her penholder thoughtfully. "I don't know but you're right, Miss Gale," she said finally, "perhaps I had better leave. You see, Mr. Bonistelle is likely to get married any time, you never can tell with a man like him, and I would be in the way, as you say." Rosamund's chin had risen an inch. Flodie watched it, as she added, "It would be an awfully good thing for Mr. Bonistelle, too. You see, his wife could keep the books and stay in the office, here, and he'd save by it; of course he wouldn t have to pay her any salary, Rosamund's chin dropped. "Why, heavens! he wouldn't think of having his wife" "Oh, you don't know him." Flodie did the airy fairy mood. "Besides, he couldn't afford to marry any other way." "Why, I thought by the way he talked that he was doing a pretty good business." "Well," Flodle replied, with a fine frankness, "it's this way. You see, Mr. Bonistelle thinks he's doing a lot of business when he's not. He does a lot of work, I mean, but he takes -so many pictures for nothing. It's worse than if be were idle." "For nothing? How'?1 "Why, the same as he did yours, ex actly. And women do run after him so; you wouldn't believe how many! They're in here all the time." Rosamund, by this time, didn't quite know where she was. Being herself a woman with a pliable conscience, she didn't altogether believe Flodie, but she was not nearly so confident and determined as when she bad entered. She had come in with the Intention of accepting Hall Bonistelle; these hints of Flodle's disturbed her mightily. She sat down and began to look over a pile of photographs, nervously. Flodie read her indecision, and, be hind her account book, delighted In it. She had, however, little time to watch, before the door opened and Carolyn Dallys, trig and debonair, sauntered into the room. Now here was a chin that was lifted naturally, with none of Rosamund Gale's affectation of superiority. Caro lyn Dallys was sure of herself. It was much easier to fool with her than to fool her. Her eyebrows were arched whimsically over her high-bred aquiline nose; her eyes always held a humor ous spark. "Oh, how d'you do! Thank you for telephoning me. Miss Fisher. I was so anxious to see those proofs, I ran right over," she drawled amiably at Flodle, and smiled, In remembrance of their forenoon's encounter. She could hardly take anything seriously enough to bear resentment Then she gave Rosamund a careless glance, modified only by that quality of Inter est which a brunette always gives her blonde-haired sister, and bowed slight ly. Rosamund frankly stared. "Mr. Bonistelle In?" Carolyn in quired carelessly. Flodie replied that he was away on important business, but that most of Miss Dallys' proofs were ready. Would she wait till the last two bad been printed? In point of fact they had been done a half-hour ago, but for Flodle's plan, Carolyn and Rosamund must be left alone together. It was her opening experiment in psychology. Yes, Carolyn would wait, and be gan to roam about the office idly, hands In coat pockets, chin up, whistling softly. Rosamund, from the deter mined way in which she was going GENIUS KEPT IN HARNESS Writer Interestingly Describee Condi tion of American Literature Just Before Civil War. George Eantayane In the New Re public writes of the stuffiness of " American literature before the Civil war: "It would have been an Inter eitlng thing If a thunderclap had sud denly broken that cloudless new-world haying-weather, and If a cry of exes fttatloa had escaped some strong - f I tal I DURGE 35 by RM WL through the pile of photographs. In tended to wait also. She would see what some of these women were like, who came to see Hall Bonistelle! She had already appraised Carolyn not pretty, consequently not dangerous; still It would do no harm to watch her. So Flodie left them, but saw to it that the stockroom door was not quite closed. The situation was tense; it held po tential conflict Flodie, listening from the stockroom, waited eagerly for the first shot. There was, however, a lit tle preliminary skirmishing necessary; neither of the two foes had yet recog nized the presence of a rival. Rosamund, with beauty's contempt for mere brains, had returned to her inspection of the photographs, when a careless gesture sent some dozens of the prints slipping, sliding, falling to the floor. With an expression of an noyance she stooped to pick them up. Carolyn watched her. When two or three handfuls had been returned to the table, and Rosamund, listless and restless, had taken a new pose, one picture remained at her feet. Carolyn good-naturedly walked over and picked it up, then looked at it, smiling. Rosa mund became Intrigued at once. "Wonder who it is. D'you know?" "Mrs. Royalton. A friend of Mr. Bonistelle." Carolyn's Up had the slightest curl, In her eyes was a subtle gleam. "Oh!" Rosamund gave it another look, and added petulantly: "Mr. Boni stelle seems to have a good many friends!" Carolyn was frankly- amused; enough to say, "Oh, yes; In fact I'm one, myself!" She gave a sharp woman-to-woman glance at Rosamund. "Indeed?' Rosamund's little Bmile was acid. She drew herself up. "Well, then, when It comes down to it, so am I." The two women's eyes flashed like crossed rapiers. "We certainly ought to be friends, then," said Carolyn, shrugging her shoulders. There was but the faintest trace of mirth in her tone, not enough for Rosamund to register; but the hos tility underneath Rosamund per ceived, oh, easily enough. "Perhaps you think," Carolyn went on, smiling, as Rosamund was silent, "that that's a good reason for our not being friends." This was in the modern mode; but frankness was not at all the game that Rosamund played best; wherefore she Began to Look Over a tograph. Pile of Pho- hastened to protest, "Oh, no, Indeed! Why should you think that?" Carolyn laughed; she was now thor oughly enjoying herself. "Well, then. I'm Carolyn Dallys," she volunteered. "I think you must be Miss Gale, aren't you? I'ye seen Hall's pictures of you you know." Something suspicious In Rosamund's face impelled her to add mischievously, "And he's often spoken to me about you. Rosamund showed her Irritation at the patronizing air of familiarity only by the slightest flush. "Indeed," she said, "It's queer he hasn't told me about you "Oh. there's very little to tell." That was what Carolyn's Hps said, but ber whole face told a different story. In the woman's language of smiles she was an adept and Carolyn's smile was cruel. It was now evident that unless Rosa mund could distinguish herself from the vast horde of Hall Bonlstelle's fe- male friends, she would expire of shame. Carolyn, without knowing ex actly what caused the girl to suffer, was rejoicing In her lack of ease. She watched Rosamund grope for an ef fectual reply. At last it came with a proud toss of the blonde head and a flash of the golden brown eyes, "Oh. I see," she said. "I didn't know by the way you spoke first, but perhaps you know him pretty well. Of course Hall and I are quite good friends, you know." "Yes?" Carolyn was more attentive, soul, surfeited by the emptiness and blandness of that prim little moral circle that thought It had overcome everything, when in fact It bad touched nothing. But to the genteel mind of America, before Walt Whitman and the Civil war, there was no self re specting opposition. Of course, In that boundless field of convention, prosper Ity and mediocrity any wild poppy might struggle up weedlly here and there amid the serried corn. But the Irregular genius bad no chance. He felt sincerely ashamed of himself, lie "Not that I've known him for nxh a long time, I dont mean, exactly; but well, we're quite intimate." Carolyn gave her a keen look, but did not show that she was particularly affected. "Really? Why, I rather un derstood be was Interested in someone else." "Oh. no," said Rosamund placidly. "Of course, you understand, I have a right to know, you know." "Why, no. Miss Gale, I dont know that I do know, you know." She drew her chair up to Rosamund and sat down deliberately. "Would you mind telling me what particular right you have?" Carolyn, at last had dropped her banter. This Was straight from the shoulder. 'Oh, I can hardly go Into that" Rosa mund said softly, satisfied by her vic tory. Flodle, behind the shelter of the door, hugged herself in delight - " Carolyn stared at the girl, puzzled. "Do you mean to tell me," she said "No," 8ald Carolyn Dryly. finally, "that you are engaged to Hall Bonistelle?" Rosamund stirred uneasily, and pouted. "Well, no; not exactly, that is. But I could be, If I wanted to." What?" Carolyn exclaimed. "Has he proposed to you?" Rosamund nodded sedately. "He's waiting for my answer right now.' Carolyn jumped up excitedly, and was about to speak, when Flodle, smil lng like a book agent, bustled into the room. She walked up to Carolyn. "Oh, here are your proofs, Miss Dallys," she said blithely. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long." She turned toward Rosamund. "Oh, I see you have met Miss Gale, so I don't need to Introduce you.1 No," Carolyn answered, taking the proofs without looking at them. "Miss uale and I hove made ourselves ac quainted, while we were waiting, thank you." Flodle turned to Rosamund. "Miss Dallys is a very Intimate friend of Mr. Bonistelle, you know." All the starch went out of Rosa mund's pose. "She is?" She gazed at Carolyn as at a zebra. Carolyn shrugged her shoulders and gave a casual glance at the proofs, "Oh, Miss Fisher," she said, "would you mind printing another one of each of these two?. I'd like to send them to my mother, and see which one she likes better." She banded them back to Flodie. "I'll wait," she added, her eyes, on Rosamund, Rosamund added, "I think I'll wait here a little while, too, Miss Fisher. Miss Dallys Is really so very inter estlng." Flodle smiled. "Well, all right, Miss Gale, I knew you'd like ber." And she disappeared. Carolyn, who had been walking up and down Impatiently, now ap proached Rosamund. "See here, Miss Gale," she said, "I'd like to know when Hall Bonistelle proposed" to you." "I fail to see how it Is 'any of your business." "No? Well, then, I suppose I shall have to tell you. The fact is. Hall Bonistelle has Just proposed to me." "Why, Miss Dallys, you must be joking!" Rosamund stared, dum founded. "Why, it was only this morn ing he spoke to me" "What time?" "Why? Does the particular minute make any difference, I'd like to know, Miss Dallys?" "Yes, as It happens, It makes all the difference In the world, Miss Gale. Mr. Bonistelle proposed to me at about let's see ten-thirty, I think it was." Rosamund met her eye to eye, "Well, he proposed to me at exactly a quarter to eleven. I noticed the clock." "Oh, did you! I didn't; but I'll take your word for It Narrow escape, wasn't It!" Carolyn's laugh was bard and mirthless. "But I never heard of such a thing In my life!" Poor Rosamund stared blankly at ber rival. "No," said Carolyn dryly, "it doesn't happen often, I hope; but there's no use In getting excited about It" "Excited!" Do you mean to say you'd accept a man who had treated you like that?" "No, Miss Gale, candidly, I wouldn't And, between you and me, I don't mind telling you I wouldn't accept him under any circumstances. I never bad any Idea of accepting him." (TO BB CONTINUED.) hid his Independent fled to the back woods or to Europe, and his sad case was bushed up as If It had been In sanity (for Insanity was hushed up too) and buried with a whisper under the vaguely terrible epitaph dissipated. He probably died young; at any rate be never 'did' anything. Whoever was unharnessed was lost" Uncle Eben. "A well fed hoss." said Uncle Eben, "Is a better recommend fob de mat dat owns him dan fancy harness." llllllllllllllillillllillllllM TWO MEDICINE G LACIER NATIONAL PARK, like other "show" parts of America, benefited by the war during the summer of 1915 and was visited by many thousands of persons who before had scarcely heard of It. It has been a national park since 1910, but, in a period of ut ter public Indifference to the glories of American scenery, it has passed al most unnoticed. Now that America has suddenly become aware that she possesses the moat superb accessible scenery In the world, Glacier Is des tined to rapid recognition as the one real Switzerland of America. It is in northwestern Montana, close to the Canadian border line. The park derives its name from its 60 glaciers; but there are more than 90, all told, if one classes as glaciers many interesting snow patches of only a few acres each, which, nevertheless, exhibit all the characteristics of true glaciers. Its scenery is strikingly Al pine, yet it possesses Individuality to a high degree. In ruggedness and sheor grandeur It probably surpasses the Alps, while geologically it is mark edly different. Region of Remarkable Beauty. To define Glacier National park, picture to yourself two approaching chains of vast tumbled mountains which pass the Continental divide m r-itf- Lookino ro Summit back and forth between them In worm like twistlngB, which bear living gla ciers In every hollow of their loftiest convolutions, and which break precipi tately thousands of feet to lower mountain masses, which, In their turn, bear Innumerable lakes of unbeliev able calm, offspring of the glaciers above; these lakes. In their turn, giv ing birth to roaring livers ot Icy wa ter, leaping turbulently from level to level, carving Innumerable sculptured gorges ot grandeur and Indescribable beauty. These parallel mountain masses form a central backbone tor the Na tional park. Their western sides slope Pile Up Nlckele and Dimes. A good plan to break oneself from the habit of spending nickels and dimes needlessly Is to put the sum aside one is tempted to spend and watch it mount up. In this way one has a fund to draw upon when things really needed are to be got at a bar gain, and the money will never be missed. Also, there will probably bo a sum worth while, so that one can lay In a stock of the needed article In stead of purchasing one or two with the small available sum. There Is an economy In buying a stock. For In stance, two pairs of stockings will not last nearly one third the time six pairs will wear, and the same with lin gerie, household linens and footwear. The service Is greatly prolonged by keeping up a number of these. It the young housekeeper will try this plan of saving the pennies I am sure she will never break the habit It will be such a pleasure to know there Is a little nest egg that can be spent with out being missed. If there Is nothing specially to be bought the sum could furnish the cost of a little outing or the table for a luncheon party, provld- xmwftuzxz ttfym Wi "t "1,". k x if ipiliiil lliillllii XtoV LAKl from the summit less precipitately. Their eastern sides break abruptly. It 1b on the east that their scenic qual ity becomes titanic. To really comprehend the' personal ity of Glacier one muBt glance back for a moment Into the geological past when the sea or great lakes rolled over what Is now the northwest of this continent. It was water that de posited the stratified sediments which are now these rocks. Untold ages passed, and the sea or lake bottom, under the urge of terrlflo forces hidden in the interior of the earth, lifted, emerged, and became land. Untold ages passed, and the land hardened into rocks. And all the time the forces kept pressing to gether and upward the rocky crust of the earth. For untold ages this crust held safe. Result of Tltantlo Upheaval. At last the pressure won. The rocks first yielded upward in long Irregular wavelike folds. Gradually these folds grew In size. When the rocks could Btand the strain no longer, great cracks appeared and one broken edge, the western, was thrust upward and over the other. The edge that was thrust over the other was thousands of feet thick. Its crumbling formed the mountains and the precipices. When it settled the western edge of vv - . or Ostle. Mountain this break overlapped the eastern edge ten or fifteen miles. Thus was formed, In the dim days before man, tor the pleasure of the American people of today, the Glacier National park. Today the visitor finds this the most wonderful combination of mountain tops In America, bounded by vertical walls sometimes 4,000 feot In height diversified by many glistening glaciers and by beautiful timbered slopes lead ing down by graceful curves to the bottom ot deep valleys. Scores of lakes are unsurpassed In sheer beauty by any even of Italy and Switzerland. There are more than 250 lakes In ail. ing little luxuries which otherwise might have seemed extravagant- Pittsburgh Dispatch. Jimmy's Essay on Teeth, Teath are funny things. They ain't there when you are borned and they ain't there when you die but they give you trubll all the time your alive be cause they hurt when ihvy are going and when you eat candy between uuit-s. uruuupuw says nis teeth are the only ones in the fambly that donl cause trubll. And that's because be wears bis In bis pocket most up the time. The only teath that don't never hurt Is the top ones In a cow's mouth and they never bother bnr enny be cause she aln t got none there. Para graphs. When Dreams Come True. "Strange," said the first tramp, med Itatively, "bow few of our youthful dreams ever come true." "Oh, I dun no," said his companion. "1 remem ber when I used to dream about wear In' long pants, and bow I guess I wear 'em longer than anyone else in the country." Kansas City Star. W et tV 1 ' , v 1 0 OLD F mm Man. Returns From Perusal Modern "Best Sellers." ol Found His Former Pleasures Height ened by the Contrast Suggestion Offered That Is Well Worth Consideration. Once upon a time there was a man who decided that he was not keeping up with the times. So he took a course in "best sellers." Whenever he saw a blatant advertisement of a now book he hastened to purchase It or obtain it from a circulating library and to com pare tts real qualities with the assur ances of Its publisher. For three months he raced with the productivity of presses and binders. And then, weary of spirit, he paused to take an inventory of his mental condition and of his achievement. He found that he had been pacing a treadmill. He was where he was before, and all he had to show for his endeavor were psycho logical Irritation and exhaustion and the sense of time wasted. Seeking surcease from his new dis turbing acquaintances, he turned to an old friend, Keats' "Eve of St Agnes," and discovered that his wan- derlngs were not without avail, the Cincinnati Times-Star observes. The prodigal had returned to former pleas ures heightened by contrast It was as it he .had passed from a parrot store into a dark wood where a lone night ingale was celebrating the spirit or the moonbeam. An idea occurred to this old-fash ioned man. Why should not relief be afforded an obsessed reading publlo by a revival of our more beautiful and more genial classics? The gentle reader, although by this time he may have become less gentle, as a rule fol lows a lead. He generally does what he is told, and if he were told rather Insistently by a coterie of leaders of thought that he would derive more en joyment and greater peace of mind from old books than from now, per haps he would extend his hand and permit himself to be led. We have been sailing muddy and turbulent waters these last ten years. Some of us have liked the excitement while others have been afflicted with literary seasickness. But excitement palls and perhaps the time has come when the publio would appreciate books like "The Essays ot Ella" and "Roundabout Papers" and again per ceive the beauties ot limpid and placid waters. USE PERISCOPE IN TRENCHES Arrangement Copied From the .Sub marine Has Been Found of value to the Soldier. The periscope has been found so valuable In modern trench warfare that it is being used In every case, where, othorwiso, a soldier would have to expose himself and risk being killed. The Illustration shows an Ingonlous form of periscope which Is now bolng used at the front. It consists of a "dummy" rifle butt, which is clipped or tied on to the proper rifle butt, and a periscope which is so adiustod that the flrer can look along the rifle sights without in any way Bhowlng bis head above the surface of the trench. A trigger on the dummy butt Is con nected by a strong wire to a catch which clips the trigger of the rllle. By moans of this Ingenious arrnnge mont many hundred of lives have beon saved, for the enemy's snipers have nothing to aim at save a perlscopo. Grapes From Famous Vine. The grapes on the famous vine al Hampton Court, near London, Eng land, which is 147 years old, are now practically ripe, and within the next few days a start will be made with the cutting ot the fruit. This year about two hundred bunches have been left on, to mature, after the thinning out process early In the year, and these will In due course be forwarded to the king, who sends the fruit to va rious London hospitals and other In stitutions for the use of the patients, which now Include a large number of wounded soldiers. The latter will this year participate In his majesty's gifts, only a small portion of the grapes being reserved for use at tho king's table. Tho grapes are this year ot excepiloni'.ly flu? quality, and many of tho butnhco weigh frjiu V. to 31 pounds cirh. New M!dlcl Discover! Dr. Aluio'.h S. Vrlglit. tlw Lord Lis ter of today, Is now st work on (he battlonoMs of Europe with et-n newer discoveries. ThcM Include methods whereby wounds already Infected with poisons can le rendered "asep'.ic" or "antiseptic" wl'.hnut further wcukon Ing the vldlnis. When his researches are given to the world, 11 will be found possible even to savs by the kul.'o those timor ous persuni T, ho now commit suicide by postponing until loo lat opetatlons In cases of cancer, appendicitis, oto.. where blood polsoulng has already be fun. Couldn't Follow Direction!. The Doctor- Ilne you been taking a walk on au empty stomach every morning ns I told you to? The Patient No, doctor, I couldn t find anybody with an empty stomach that would let ma walk on It CAP SMITH HAD THE WRONG IDEA Easy to Imagine Large Volume of Mu sic Was Made by Hands and Feet, but Not by Ear Alone. One evening Smith jitneyed to the suburbs to call on his friend Jones, and while they were sitting on the veranda enjoying their after-dinner ragweed large - volumes of music broke loose in the adjacent bunga low. " "Some musio," commented Smith, glancing through the fireflies to the scenery beyond. "Who might the performer be?" It is my neighbor Green," an swered Jones. "And would you believe that he plays by ear alone?" 'I would not," was the prompt re joinder ot Smith. "I can easily Imagine that he might make that much noise by using both hands and feot and an ax, but you can't make me believe that he does it by banging the Bide ot his head on the keys." Phila delphia TelegiAph. : , " i His Trolley Twisted. He was raving to his family about the fair maid that he had selected to lead him up before the parson. 'Her golden hair, her velvot com plexion, her liquid eyes" he was say ing, when his ten-year-old sister In terrupted him: "You are getting things mixed, George," she said. "It Is her complex ion that is liquid. I was with her when she bought it.'' ; Wrong Impressions. . "You will observe," said the profes sor, "the higher the altitude attained the colder the temperature becomes." "But isn't It warmer up in the moun tains?" asked the youth at the pedal extremity of the class. "Certainly not," replied the profes Bor. "Why do you think It would be warmer there?" "I thought the atmosphere was heat ed by the mountain ranges," answered' the youth. Man's Observation. Snooper Man makes Mrs. me ... tired. Mrs. Swayback What's the matter now? Mrs. Snooper My husband saw Mrs. Kecdlck yesterday, and I asked him what she had on, and ho replied, "Oh, clothes." Stray Stories. The Element of Enjoyment. "What satisfaction did you derive from paying a fortune tor that quaint old picture?" asked the woman who is not very appreciative of art. "The satisfaction," replied Mrs. Cumrox, "of showing our old friends that we could afford to spend all that money. GEORGE WAS OUT ONE. George I've fixed that kid brother so be won't watch us any more. I have paid him a dollar and he has agreed not to bother us for a year. She That's too bad. I got engaged to Freddy laat night His Patience. "If you had to work jest nacherly had to," queried Seldom Fedd, who was a great hand to cogitate, "what kind ot a job would you choose?" "Boln' janitor In an air castle, re plied Soiled 8pooner, a prominent vol unteer in the great army of the un employed. Judge. Something Wrong. "I paint things as I see them," ssld Dobbster, complacently, as the crlt lo Inspected his "Moonlight oo the Hudson." "Interesting!" said the critic. "Have you ever thought ot consulting aa ocullBt, Debater?" Life. Early Indications. "What profession do you think your youngest boy will follow V "Well," replied Farmer Corntoisel. "judging from the way be likes to play In the dirt, I think maybe bell be one o' these land grabbers you read so much about" Worse Than Ghost Stories. tier Husband Young Wederly la continually relating creepy stories. HI Wife About ghosts? Her Husband No; about that pre cocious Infant of his.