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About The Maupin times. (Maupin, Or.) 1914-1930 | View Entire Issue (Nov. 12, 1915)
WOMEN'S AND STORY PAGE E By JANE OSBORN. (Copyright, 1916, by the McClure Newspa per Syndicate.) For the first minute Constance lay trembling, in such a state of alarm and torror that she was quite incapa ble of moving. What had wakened her she did not know, and save (or the far-off trickle of the little stream behind the house all was quiet. Presently she heard the sound ot footsteps. Someone was walking on the side veranda. And to have someone walking about at that time of sight was a serious matter, for Constance Preston was the only per son in the house except her tempera mentally helpless mother, an aged grandmother and a new cook. The boys were away. Billy was with his regiment and Alan was detained in town on business. With an extraordinary burst of courage and the sense of her own importance, Constance dashed into her mother's room and found her awake and trembling. "Call your grandmother!" she cried, pulling the blankets from the bed and wrapping them frantically about her. "Hush!" whispered Constance, try ing to steady her own trembling voice. "Be quiet or they will hear you." The sound of footsteps was again distinct, and then a long, low, terrifying whistle. "Heavens!" whispered Mrs. Pres ton. "If one of the boys were only home!'' "Perhaps I could wake the cook; she is so big and strong " "But you never could rouse her. But, Constance, you must get your grandmother; her room is right over that side porch." Constance ' groped her way to the door and opened it stealthily. The low flickering light in the hall cast long, waving shadows on the floor and walls. Almost petrified with fear, she dashed across to her grandmother's room. Grandmother Preston, fortu nately, was a very diminutive sort ot old lady. So Constance, wasting no words on explanation, lifted her up, bundled her into her slippers and dressing gown, and led her, dazed but docile, back to Mrs. Preston's room. "Oh, if Alan were only here," thought Constance, throwing on what Clothes ot Mrs. Preston's she could find by the low light of the night candle, Grandmother Preston, who hadn't heard a sound, was sitting huddled in a chair, her feet drawn under her and her head covered with a blanket. She was peering anxiously around. Hadnt you better cover your heads?" she asked slowly. "If they once get In It's hard to get them out." . . ' "What TV asked Constance aloud frantically hooking herself into an eve' ning gown of her mother's. "Do you think it came In by the chimney?" Grandmother Preston went on In her gentle old voice. "Oh, it isn't a bat, grandmother; it's a burglar!" Constance shrlokod. But without hor car trumpet the old lady could hear nothing. Just then there was a heavy stamp ing of feet bolow. Mrs. Preston clung to her daughter for protection. "I'd give almost anything for a man," Con stance whispered. "Let's telephone for one," suggested Mrs. Preston. "The burglar might shoot him," ob jected hor daughter. "But you could call up the police." Then with desperate resignation, Constance Bwept half way down the stairs to the telephone. There, with Mrs. ProBton's nerve-racking whis pers from above and the possibility of an attack from the burglars from be low, she gave the message. "Central," she said, holding the re ceiver with trembling hands. "The police station tell them to Bend up someone to the Preston place at once." Without waiting for a reply, she sped back to the haven of Mrs. Pres ton's room, where, speechless, they sat waiting, the monotony of their anxiety broken only by the occasion al sound of footsteps below, Then, afer what seemed hours, came the pounding of the old brass knocker, ringing strong and clear. Without a moment's hesitation, Con : stance ran downstairs, and, as she passed the hatrack, she seised an old raincoat of her brother's and bundled it around her to hide the rather elaborate array of Mrs. Preston's evening gown. With trembling hands, she opened the front door, and there before her anxious and prayerful eyes stood Bruce Morrison himself. "Well, ot all the confounded dough heads," was what he started to say when be caught sight of Alan's old coat. "Bruce Morrison!" Constance gasped, ; overcome with Joy at seeing a pro , tector. "I always knew you were an angel. I've watted so long, and now you've come." The suddenness of what Bruce took to be a complete surrender rather took ' bis breath away. "I knew I'd win out some time," he . said, as he led Constance to the liv ! lng room and settlod ner in the old sleepy hollow chair, "Honest, Constance," he asked, sit- 1 ting down on the floor at her feet, ' "do you really think you are going to love me little bit after all?" "Why, yes, I suppose so," said Con stance rather sharply; "but why don't we look for the burglar? He's been trying to got In for over an hour. Maybe he'i In now. Oh, I'm so ,. f Ud yon came." Bin UC "Well, I'm blessed!'' was all Bruce dared to say. It dawned on them both all at once what had really been going on. "But why did you keep up that ghastly whistle? It was enough to drive one wild." "And why don't you have a civilized doorbell?" ht. retorted, "instead of that beastly old knocker? I'd been feeling around for a bell for an hour or so." "Why, that old brass knocker is so picturesque, Bruce. But why don't you tell me about that whistle?" "Ob, that's an old college whistle ot ours. I thought Alan was home, and he'd recognize it and know I'd arrived. I didn't try that dodge until I had given up every other known means of waking you. Alan expected I'd come out some night this week. I told him I was going to make one last dying entreaty before I sailed for the South Sea isles or the Fijls or the North pole, or " "Oh, but you're not going away ever, are you, Bruce?" Constance begged. "Please don't leave us alone " "Constance! Constance!" came fee bly from upstairs. "Have they caught him?" Constance hurried to the stairs. "Yes, mother," she called. "It's all right. It's Bruce." "But haven't the policemen come yet?" asked Mrs. Preston. "I say, Constance!" interrupted Bruce, who was peering anxiously out one of the side windows. "What the mischief Is that policeman doing pry ing around the house at this hour of the night?" he asked. I suppose he came because we sent for him when we thought someone was trying to break in," she said. Oh, I'm so glad you're here, because you can explain." Just then the old knocker sounded again. "Patch It up any way," Con stance whispered, "only don't tell him who you are. This is such a gossipy place." Then she vanished behind the portieres and listened. "Say, thlB is a nice trick, this is." It was Bruce talking. "You fellows had better get out on your Job. Do you think a burglar Is going to sit down under a tree and wait for you?" "But there wasn't anyone at the stattonhouse to send when the lady phoned, and and " "Well, I'm not finding fault with you personally, captain," said Bruce, "but it was a mighty slim way to treat a couple ot unprotected ladles. Say, you don't mean to say that they sent you up here alone! Well, that is a fine way to do business. A lot ot good one man could have done with a tough like that." "Then you saw him?" queried the policeman. "How could I? Just got here my self and found my mother and my Bister In a dreadful state of excite ment. But It's all right this time," said Bruce, handing him a five-dollar bill, "Here's the price of a cigar for you. You'll find It worth while not to report this case; d'ye understand? Say, you might tell the boss some time when you think of It, that he'll never catch many burglars sending out one man at a time." "Well," explained the policeman, "we've had so many false alarms this summer, that whenever a lady calls us up in the night It's ten to one it's only a mouse. Ladies is very apt to be mistaken, I find." "You're right there, captain, but this time It was the real thing, and no doubt about It. Good night," he said, closing the door. "Good luck," JUDGED HIM BY HIS LOOKS 8omewhat Humorous Incident In Rail road Dining Car That Led to Matrimony. A young man, born in America, tho Bon of French parents, wont West as civil engineer. His company com pleted one of the railroads terminat ing at the Pacific coast. This work had necessitated his living in the open for more than three years. Ills Bkln took on a doep cepper Bhade. He did, Indeed, present a picturesque figure as ho boarded a train for home, the Now York World states. In the diner he shnred a table with two young French girls who were tour ing the Vnlted States with their pa rents. Their parents sat at a table opposite. To the young man's amazement, the girls immediately began to comment upon the "brown man," evidently an American, who sat opposite them, They laughingly took stock ot every thing from his fine eyes to his hurried table manners. Their parents, how ever, did not seem quite so much at ease, now and again calling in French, "Have a care, have a care." After the close ot the meal, after rising, the young man, in exquisite French, told the young women he was glad to have afforded them so much amusement. They were dumfounded. Their father hurried after the young man and profusely apologized. In troductions followed, and the acquain tance so propitiously started ended In a warm friendship. The engineer married tlte elder daughter and they now have two sons. Mercenary Motive. "What is his chief aim in life?" "He wants to educate the masses, "A philanthropist, eh?" Not enough to notice. He wants to educate them to use a little house hold necessity he's put on the market." All In the Family. Helny Did I understand you to aay Jones waa related to you by marriage? Omar Yes; he married a girl that once promised to be a tlster to me. QUALITY TO BE CULTIVATED Not Altogether a Matter of Curiosity in Asking a Woman If "She la Vain Enough." That may seem a strange question to ask most women, for, according to the opinions of the other sex, we pos sess all the vainglorious tendencies of the peacock, and then some; but there are women, and we all know them, who are not vain enough. They really could not care about their personal appearance, or they would not let the wisps ot hair float unrestrained about otherwise half-dressed coiffures, or noses go shiny when thd least dab of powder would remedy matters. It Is not so much one's personal appearance that counts, for, after all, such people will tell you that they would rather take the time for improving their souls or their minds, or something equally intangible; but one should re member that one owes a certain amount of visible personal charm to one's neighbors; that even if you do not care whether your hair lies flat and unbecoming on your head, other peo ple get some pleasure out ot seeing you with a fluffy, prettily arranged coiffure. Again, there is a psychologi cal effect from well grooming. A good complexion, beautiful hands and nails, becomingly arranged hair, a good, erect figure all act upon one's man ners. A wave In the hair will take the kinks out of one's disposition. So cultivate enough vanity to make you always look your best and to empha size your own good points. MONEY WAS EASILY EARNED But Manufacturer Got What He Want ed and Paid for Knowledge -Chemist Had Acquired. A manufacturer of some patent com pound came into the laboratory of an analytical chemist one day with a bot tle containing an unwholesome-looking mixture. "I would give $100," he said, "to know what would make the water and oil in this mixture separate." The chemist looked at the bottle. "Very well," he said, "write out your check." "Chock?" the other echoed. "Yes, your check for $100. You say you are willing to give that, and for that price I am willing to tell you what will make the water and oil sep arate," The visitor hesitated a moment, and then wrote a check for the sum named. The chemist carefully deposited it In his pocketbook, and then quietly dropped into the liquid a pinch of common salt. Instantly the water and oil separ ated, and whether the client was sat isfied or not, he had got what he want ed and he had paid his own price tor It. Legend of Belgian Lacemakert. Once upon a time there was a girl, dark-eyed Venetian girl, who had a lover all Venetian girls had, once upon a time. She was a lacemaker, he was a sailor; and one day when he Had Just returned from the Indian seas she showed him the lace she had been making. Thereupon he tossed into her lap a wonderfully delicate piece ot coral and told her it was lace the mer maids wove in their caves deep under the sea. And when he had gone again she set herself to weave her bridal veil; after the pattern of the coral she wove. Filmy Beaweed, fluted shells, tiny sea horses and starfish grew under her hand until at last the veil was finished and it was time for her lover to return, This is a real story, so he came back. and they were married, she in the veil it had pleased hor fancy to make, Whether the wedding was a quiet one or not, all Venice heard of the veil Queens and princesses sought her out and "point de Venlse" became the rage. Vogue. Weeping Trees. One ot the wonders of plant life is the weeping tree of the Canary Islands. It is of tho laurel family, and rains down a copious shower ot wa ter drops from Its tufted foliage. This water is often collected at the toot ot the tree and forms a kind of. pond from which tho inhabitants of the neighborhood can supply themselves with a beverage that Is absolutely fresh and pure. The water comes out ot the tree Itself through Innumerable little pores situated at the margin ot the leaves. It Issues from the plant as vapor dur ing the daytime, when the heat Is suf ficiently great to preserve It In that condition; but In the evening, when the temperature has lowered very much, a considerable quantity of It la exuded In the form ot liquid drops that collect near the edges of the leaves until these members so bend down that the tears tumble off on the ground below In a veritable shower. Who She Was. He was a new clerk in the store, and was eompletely flustered when confronted by a frilly, fluffy young woman whose beauty so dazzled him that he allowed her to buy a large bill of dry goods and depart after order ing the purchase charged to her, but without giving her name. "Whom are you going to charge those goods to?" asked the depart ment manager. "What was her name?" "Why, Miss, Miss, Miss" stam mered the clerk, ai he scratched his head. "Just miscellaneous, I guess," the boss cut In sarcastically. FAVORITE MEXICO Hot Tamalet Worth Introduction Into American Kitchens How They Should Be Made. . The Mexican recipe for making hot tamales is to cook one or two chick ens until tender. Remove all meat from the bone, shred it In the chop ping machine and add to it the liquor in which the chicken has been cooked. This is seasoned with any desired condiments, especially red pepper, and thickened with cornmeal. The rolls are about the stze of link sausages and they are wrapped in the Inner husks of green corn. Tie the husks with strings at each end and boil them for three hours. It is best taste the preparation before add ing meal to note whether it Is rich or needs more seasoning, allowing for the meal to be added, which will take up the sharp flavor. To make tamale pie, take one pound hamburg steak or left-over meat cut fine, add one level cupful of seed ed raisins, one dozen stoned olives, salt, pepper and red pepper to taste. Stew until tender and thicken with one tableBpoonful of cornmeal. Then stir one and one-halt cupfula of corn meal into boiling salted water, add one tablespoonful of shortening and cool to the consistency of mush. Line buttered baking dish with about two-thirds of this mixture, pour in the meat, cover with the remaining mixture and bake for one-half hour. OSSIL FOREST IN AMERICA Yellowstone Park Contains One of the Most Remarkable of Natural Curiosities. Remarkable fossil forests exist In Yellowstone park, the most remark able, it Is believed, of the several fos sil forests which have been discovered there are others in Egypt, In Cali fornia and in Arizona because In the Yellowstone most of the trees were entombed in their original upright po sition and not found recumbent and scattered about the ground. In Arizona, for instance, the fos- lllzed trunks have evidently been car ried a long distance from where they originally grew. In the Yellowstone the trees now stand where they grew,' and where they are entombed by the outpouring ot various volcanic materials. Now as the softer rocks surrounding them are gradually worn away they are left standing erect on the steep hillsides Just as they stood when they were living; in fact. It Is difficult at a little distance to distinguish some of these fossil trunks from the lichen covered stumps of kindred living spe cies. Such an aggregation of fossil trunks Is therefore well entitled to be called a true fossil forest. It should not be supposed, however, that these trees still retain their limbs and smaller branches, for the mass ot volcanic material falling on them stripped them down to bare, upright trunks. Words In English Language. The English language is constantly growing and almost every person's vocabulary changes from year to year. The first edition of Webster's diction ary, two quarto volumes, published in 1828, contained 70,000 words and this number was increased by several thousand In the second edition of Webster's dictionary in 1840. An edi tion of 1890 contained 175,000 words and the latest edition has more than 400,000. Many of these are technical. scientific, or for other reasons re stricted to limited use, but neverthe less they are words. Obviously an educated man has a larger vocabulary, or command of words, than an unedu cated one and a professional writer or public speaker needs more than a day laborer. Shakespeare had a vocabu lary of about 15,000 words, but some that he used are now obsolete, while a large number of new ones have been added. Milton used about 8,000 words. It is not likely that any public speak er ever uses more than a few thou sand words or the average citizen or man on the street more than a tew hundred. Chamberlain's Recipe for Success, One night at Lady Jeune's house Jo seph Chamberlain said to me that he believed any man ot even moderate en dowment could attain any given aim which he set before him with unre mitting effort and "enduring to the end." To my question, "Why, then, do so many men fall short of their ambi tions?" he answered: "They come to the place where they turn back. They may have killed the dragon at the first bridge and at the second, perhaps at the third; but the dragons are always more formidable the further we go. Many turn back disheartened, and very few will meet the monsters to the end. Almost none la willing to have a try with the demon at the last bridge; but it he does, no has won forever." Princess Lazarovlch Hrebe Uanovich (Eleanor Calhoun) In the Century Magazine. Capitalizing Our Time. Believe me when I tell you that the thrift of time will repay you in after life with a usury ot profit beyond your most sanguine dreams, and that the waste ot It will make you dwindle, alike In intellectual and In moral stat ure, beneath your darkest reckon ings. W. E. Gladstone. One Appropriate Place. Peace at any price la much derided these days, but It Is all right in the family. Ohio State Journal IN SOUTHERN RUSSIA MOST ADVANCED REGION OF THE MUSCOVITE EMPIRE. Characteristics of the People Are In Strong Contrast to Those of the Central Districts Are More Like the Westerners. The South Russians, or the people of Little Russia, from among whom the colossal Muscovite empire draws some ot its bravest, steadiest fighting men, are a people distinguished for their contradictory characteristics in a land that is a puzzle of contradic tions. The South Russians, the tough est fiber of the Russian armies, are a people full of interest, ot quaint phi losophies, and of pleasant ways, ac cording to a bulletin issued by the Na tional Geographic society. The sketch reads: Between Central and South Rus sians the contrast is as strong as be tween the Prussian an dthe Bavarian. As in Germany, the vigor of the czar's mighty empire is more sharply ex pressed in the north than in the south, and yet, In the case of both empires, much ot the national strength and en ergy are furnished by the south. "Russian life is sprightly in the south. In the north, it is sullen, mo notonous, oppressive. In the south land, too, there is a far greater display of well-being and comfort. The north ern peasant lives in colorless villages, in grayish-brown thatched houses built of logs, which are stretched along unsanitary streets, redolent with the accumulations of carelessness. Around these houses there are almost never any signs that their occupants are making homes, there are no ef forts toward improvements. The roads are mostly Just ground left between two rows of houses; the yards are Just ground left bare around them. "The South Russian builds his home and orders his village, in the rule, picturesque and Inviting. There are gardens before the door, and orchards round about, and the houses ot the village are painted white or pale green. Porches, balconies, glass and vine-covered verandas relieve the ar chitectural uniformity. There Is more cleanliness, gayety, and softer man ners in the south to tempt the friendly Judgment of the stranger. "The people of Central Russia con fess that they are often more harsh and more neglectful ot appearances than they of the south, but, also, they claim that the northern Russians are more faithful, consistent, sturdy and more tender than their brothers In Lit tle Russia. North and south, east and west, all agree that in South Russia true laziness may be found In unsur passed expression. It is said that the indolent South Russian will say to his wife: 'Little wife, say "woa" to my horse; I have a pain In my tongue.' "Otherwise, the South Russian has bacome more like the Westerners. He dresses as the German, or the Eng lishman, and he more often takes an interest in the world without than the peasant of the north. He is better nourished, better educated, and, pos sibly, a trifle less religious. He Is also of purer Slavonic stock, less melan choly Finnish is in his blood, and his dialect is strongly marked. He runs more to ornament, more to bright colors, to singing and to story-telling than does his northern eompatriot. He is an unabashed and all-inquisltlve questioner, asking the entire stranger whether the stone in his scarfpin is genuine or not, how. much his neckwear cost, what his re ligion is, and other things somewhat personal and unexpected. But be Is generally willing to be as free and frank himself, as he demands. Lazy, the Little Russian is vigorous and suc cessful; of elastic, friendly tempera ment, he is an unpeered fighter; argu mentative at all times, about all things; he is clannish and a patriot, and a stay-at-home he is, yet burning with Interest for all that goes on in the world." Need of Reforestation In Japan. The forest area ot Japan is decreas ing at the rate of one million acres a year. This area is being cut away partly for timber and lumber and for firewood and partly to make the land available for the cultivation ot rice. The forests of Japan at the end ot 1914 covered about 45 million acres. Extensive efforts are being made to increase the acreage of forest lands by planting surfaces now cleared off with young trees of quick growth. It has been urged that It la necessary to replant all surfaces as soon as they are cleared tor commercial purposes in order to lessen the great loss an nually caused by floods In the moun tains. Vice Consul Harold C. Hug gins, Yokohama, Japan, In Commerce Reports. Silver Mine Under City. Embedded under 100 feet ot solid earth, a silver vein more than a mile long and 7 feet deep, and said to contain nearly a million dollars' worth of pyrites of silver ore, has been dis covered on the United States bureau ot mines site, Forbes and Craig streets, Oakland, by Chief Engineer J. D. McTighe, ' This discovery was made when En gineer McTighe was surveying land where the bollor room of the new Bureau ot Mines building is to be erected. Italian workmen blasting slate saw little, white objects, which looked lite diamonds to them, nestled among the rocks, and this led to the strike. Pittsburgh dispatch Philadelphia Retf ord. Ready to Say The night clothes of little lads and maids, when made for other seasons than winter, do not differ much from those worn by their elders. For little girls, nainsook and batiste and the light muslins are used for the gowns and narrow lingerie laces for trim ming. The trimming is simpler, that Is, not so much lace Is used, and the methods of applying it are less intri cate. With the return of fancy needlework to fashion in the belongings ot grown people, it is sure to appear on chil dren's clothes, where It seems more appropriate than any. other sort of trimming. The small and dainty pat terns in laces are chosen when laces are used. The little empire gown shown In the picture has a body of narrow lace and fine embroidery. It Is sleeveless, with a ruffle of wider vol lace finish ing the arm eyes. This is a pattern for summer wear and few sleeveless gowns are made for little girls. For between Beasons, little models are made with high neck and long sleeves, finished with fancy needlework and small tucks. These are to be replaced, A Lovely Negligee Some of the most beautiful tones of yellow are even more delicious in crepe, it seems, than in any other ma teriaL The adorable negligee pic tured here, has been made up in all the flowerlike colors: rose, blue, lavender, pink and in pale green, and It is exquisite in all of them, but In light and glowing yellow it is simply a glorious garment . It is combined with a net-top lace In deep cream color and is very simply cut. Anyone with any knowledge ot sewing can undertake to make so sim ple a pattern. The bodice portion la cut in kimono fashion with sleeves and body in one piece. It is gathered to a narrow soft belting at the waist line. The long plain skirt portion, with hemmed opening down the front, Is straight and is also gathered to the belt The bottom is finished with a three-inch hem. When the body and skirt have been made and Joined at the belt the lace Is to be set on. Choose an open mesh pattern and one having a pretty finish at Us top edge. The lace should be ten to twelve inches wide, or it may be I wider. Gather a ruffle of the lace to be set about the waist line. Turn the lilliiiiilf iSsWiill v 1 I " I'mlf Hi ! ""' -" l.BJIIL "Good - Night" as the cold weather comes on, by gowns of canton flannel, made long. The small boy's pajamas hardly need description. They are made of light cotton materials. The pants are fastened at the waist with a tape which is run through a hem In the top. They are as plain as can be and so is the coat. This is usually bound with braid and provided with a pock et at one side. The same pattern is used for the canton flannel pajamas used in cold weather. For the comfort of little ones who sleep in cold rooms and are liable to kick their feet from under cover, bed shoes of canton flannel or of elder down are recommended. They are easily made and easily laundered and they are most comforting. There are numbers ot patterns for little nightdresses the simplest ones are the best. For the little boy, pa jamas, like those shown In the pic ture, cannot be Improved upon. JULIA BOTTOMLEY. There is no reason to doubt the sin cerity of a woman who voluntarily wears a Salvation army bonnet of Yellow Crepe top edge of the lace down about an inch and a halt, to form a standing ruffle. When this flounce has been set about the waist, small chiffon roses In light pink, blue and yellow with pale green chiffon leaves, are to be set over it in a row, with one color fol lowing another. These roses are im portant and the negligee would lose character without them. A width of three or four inches is cut from the top ot a length of lace to form the ruffle for the neck and front of the body. The remainder of this length will make the ruffles that are set on to the ends of the sleeves. The narrow, standing ruffle makes a heading and a single chiffon rose In pink, with its little, pale green leaves, is set at the top of each ruffle against the net The negligee Is worn with a cap to match. It has a small lace plaque at the center of the crown. A puff of crepe Is gathered to this and edged with lace. It is drawn up about the face on an elastic band. A tew very small chiffon roses are set with bows ot narrow satin ribbon In the flounce ot lace that tails about the face. JULIA BOTTOMLEY. 1,