Coquille herald. (Coquille, Coos County, Or.) 1905-1917, September 26, 1912, Image 4

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DOUBLE DISC RECORD I i ,n the Smart !
Little Trap
O NLY 35c
The One Who Didn’t Land Its
Owner and the One Who Did.
Remember we are still g i v i n g a good double
disc graphopboue record when jour cash
purchase amounts to $5.00, by the payment
of 35 cents extra. A good assortment to
select from. A full and complete line of
Staple and Fancy Groceries, Flour, Feed,
Lard, Etc. See us before buying Economy
Fruit Jars.
. . . . . .
No. 27
Can 7 Hardly
Tell Who's Boss
The Stickney does nearly all the work.
Sells itself if you look It over, works so well
you can’t afford to discharge it—Hired-man, chore-boy and master-
workman go when a Stickney gets on the job . There are 5 7 reasons why.
Come In and sec fo r yourself.
Nosier & Norton
Coquille, Ore.
Roseburg-Myrtle Point Auto Line
J. L. LAIRD, Proprietor
Leaves Mrytle Point daily at 7 o ’clock
a. m. Arrives at Roseburg at 2 o’clock-
Leaves Rosebuig daily at 7 a. m , ar­
riving at Myrtle Point at 2 o’clock.
Special rigs for parties at any time.
R u n n i n g in C o n n e c t i o n
Carrying United States Mail and Passengers’ Baggage
Office at Laird’s Livery Barn, Myrlle Point
Home Telephone 461.
Farm ers Telephone 156
From Portland 9 A. M.
September 2, 7, 12, 17, 22
October 2, 9,19, 23, 30
From Coos Bay
September 4, 9, 14, 19, 24, 29
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October 5, 12, 19, 29
Phone Main 181 ft
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D r a n e 's S t o r e
“And he has the smartest looking
trap you ever saw, Madge! It’s cham­
pagne colored and a perfect love. What
do you bet I don’t land him, trap and
all, before the summer’s flown by?”
Miss Irene Warden, a beauty (and
aware of it), was writing to her girl
chum concerning the bachelor who had
Just taken the big colonial house with
the carriage road and iron archway
which for several seasons now had
abandoned hope of usefulness.
She was writing by an open window
where the scent of the roses came up
from the front garden. Beyond lay
the pretty tree lined road over which
the bachelor and his champagne col­
ored traps had Just flown by.
“Although I ’ve told j rou his name is
Horace Matlock,” ran on Miss War­
den’s pen, “I haven't told you what he
looks like. He’s' an old man, forty or
fifty, I should 3ay. His nose is rather
too big, although people call him hand
some, and he’s a bit bald; but, then, I
suppose most men who live in big
houses and drive smart traps have big
noses. What?” Miss Warden smiled
a little soft smile into the glass above
her dressing table and then bent over
her portfolio again:
“Of course I’d prefer dear old Tom.
He’s young and stunning aud sings col­
lege songs so beautifully; but, as you
know, he hasn’t a red! And I really
must do something this summer,
Madge. My already meager allowance
will be cut considerably in the autumn,
for in September pa’s going to enter
the matrimonial game himself—a hor­
rid, designing widow too! So I must
‘step lively,’ In the parlance of street
car officials.
“In point of fact, though,” pursued
the voluble pen, “it’ll be pretty easy,
plain sailing. I haven’t a single good
looking rival up In this out of the way
place except old Professor Thornton’s
daughter, and she’s the quietest poke
of a girl—a regular stay at home. And
as for dressing—well, Madge, you aud
I spend as much on our gloves and
veils, I reckon, as she does on her
whole outfit. That’s what comes from
having a bookworm for a father.”
The next week in the little village
postofllce a friend presented Mr. Hor­
ace Matlock to Miss Irene Warden.
Apparently the meeting was by acci­
dent, but Miss Warden felt her smooth
cheeks flush, aud her habitual com­
posure was rippled for a second, while,
for his part, Mr. Matlock scarcely look­
ed at her and. having passed a con­
ventional “glad to meet you,” lifted his
hat politely and walked out to his
smart little trap.
“I had on my chic voile, the one
Aunt Tessle sent me from Paris, you
know,” wrote Miss Warden to Madge,
“and my big white hat with flopping
fuchsias. But it was all rank waste.”
She couldn’t understand it. Her
dreams hadn’t ended that way at all.
One day in the tiny idle little bank
Horace Matlock stopped short as he
recognized a stooped, gaunt figure with
a patrician face.
“Why, It’s Professor Thornton, Isn’t
it?” he cried, stepping up to him with
a cordially outstretched hand.
When Matlock years ago had entered
Yale as a freshman Thornton had been
tutoring, and quite a friendship had
sprung up between them. Subsequent­
ly they had lost track of each other.
But the satisfaction of the younger
man In meeting the older one again
was genuine.
“Poor old professor! How thin aud
worn and aged he’s become!” thought
Matlock as he drove the professor
home to his modest little cottage.
Out in the cottage’s side yard by the
hollyhocks a girl was picking a great
bunch of sweet pens for the lunch
table. When she heard the smart lit­
tle trap stop at the gate she looked
quickly up from the blossoming vines
and wondered. Who was the distin­
guished looking stranger? And where
had he picked up dear daddy?
A few days later Matlock drove up
to the cottage again. It was only de­
cent, he told himself, that he should
show the professor some attention and
take him driving now and then. Per­
haps some day also he would take the
professor’s daughter. He liked her.
He liked the natural, unabashed way In
which she had acknowledged her fa­
ther’s presentation of him, with her
sleeves rolled up and her arms full of
sweet peas; he liked the width between
her eyes, the breadth of her brow, the
lines of her mouth. She was less pret­
ty than many young girls, but there
was about her n freshness, a sweet­
ness, that pleased him. and he had no­
ticed that her figure in her simple lit­
tle gown was well molded and slim.
One evening toward twilight, when
out In the open lawn bats were whirl­
ing aimlessly and tirelessly. Matlock
dropped In upon the professor to make
him a little call. He had fetched him
his afternoon mall ns pretext. While
they were sitting out on the porch from
the shadowy little parlor came the first
chords of Beethoven’s beautiful “Moon
light Sonata.”
“That’s Cynthia,” said Professor
Thornton In answer to his guest's start
of surprise. "She’s never too tired, no
matter how hard or long the day has
been, to play that sonata for me in the
»voting. I love it above all other writ-
ton music, and she never forgets.”
Then while the three toads droned
their harmonies he told Matlock a lit­
tle about his daughter -how four years
ago he had suffered a paralytic stroke
and she had l»een obliged to leave
school in her graduating year and
nurse him night and day with untiring
sweetness; how, when their slender in­
come was exhausted^a year back, she
had begun to make use of her musical
skill and give lessons on the piano.
And when the professor told of Cyn­
thia's triweekly trips to Adams, the
nearest town, his silvered head went
down on his coat sleeve, and In the
gloaming behind the honeysuckles the
two men were silent.
Presently they smoked their usual ci­
gars and Indulged In their usual con­
versation-newspaper topics chopped
fine by Individual opinion, a good deal
•f politics, a little of art and science.
Last of all, Cynthia came out.
“Delighted!” she said, going prettily
up to Matlock with outstretched hands.
“While you two have been gossiping
I’ve been remembering your weakness
for tea and have drawn you a cup.
Will you come in, or shall we have It
out here?”
They went in. Near the little fern
screened fireplace was a tea table,
dainty in its array of polished silver
and thin china. The hanging lamp
shed the rich, soft glow of olive oil,
and there was an air of Intimate home-
likeness about everything. Matlock
had been a stranger to that sort of
thing for so long that It sent a kind of
thrill shivering through him. After all,
to have a cozy tea table and a slim
white hand to inclose In yours—Cyn­
thia’s hands were slim and white
enough as they moved along the china
in the half light. He pulled a chair
close for the professor and then sat
down himself.
Before Horace Matlock went to bed
that night he remembered that on the
morrow Cynthia Thornton was to drive
with him In his champagne colored
trap. How It would harmonize with
her soft hair before the ambitious sun
touched It to gold! What a dear, wo­
manly little treasure of girlish bright­
ness she was anyhow!
Cynthia only returned from Adams
the next day a half hour before her
drive and was consequently a bit tired,
She was not one to make conversation,
and the quiet and beauty of the scenes
stretched out before her made her
very silent. Matlock as he handled
the reins watched both her and the
landscape. There was a certain peace
about them both. And peace was.
above all things, what he wanted.
The next day Miss Warden wrote to
her girl chum again:
"In the beginning of the summer,
Madge, dear, I wrote you that a cer­
tain matrimonial venture would be
'easy, plain sailing.’ Alas! I’m afraid
I shall never find port—not at least
with my bachelor up on the hill. And
In the name of wonders, who of all
people do you snpimse has taken the
wind out of ray sails? Cynthia Thorn­
ton, the old bookworm’s daughter! He
had her out driving in that little beau­
ty of a trap three times during the
last week to my knowledge! I'm
afraid Cupid Isn’t very kind to me.
Y’ou’ll find I'll die an old maid after
all, unless Tom”—
At this point Miss Warden’s pretty
teeth absently caught the top of her
penholder, while she looked dreamily
toward the sunny, tree lined street.
Then she began to hum.
As she started on the fourth bar of
her song a champagne colored trap
skimmed by. In It was the charming
bachelor, and by his side was Cynthia
A n im a ls Seen In the Sea.
Many land animals and birds have
| their titles taken from dwellers In the
deep sea. Perhaps the most curious
Is the sea mouse, which does not re-
j semble the land mouse In the slight­
est. It Is a worm of curious shape
! and lives on land beyond the tide
' mark. Often, however. It Is thrown
I up on the bench by storms.
| The sea otter, whose fur is remark­
ably valuable, resembles more Its
I cousin on land. It Is, however, very
I rarely found, being mainly confined to
the coast of the northern Pacific.
Another finny inhabitant of the sen
is the sen owl. It Is not a bird at nil,
but a fish. Its more common name is
the lump sucker. Its curiously form­
ed mouth, by which It fastens Itself to
the rocks, resembles that of an owl;
hence the name.
Then the sea snake—not to be con­
fused with the mythical sea serpent—
the sea slug, the sea lion, the sea spi­
der, the seagull, the sea wolf and
many others are all named from land
types, but In many cases It is only
some peculiar characteristic that gives
them their title.- Pearson’s
T h e F irst Locom otive In Maine.
The first locomotive used In the
state of Maine came from England,
having been built at the works of Rob
ert Stephenson & Co. in the year 1835,
and made Its flr«t trip over the Bangor,
OUltown and Milford railroad on Aug
10. 1837. This road was then generally
known ns the “Yeaxle road,” and the
track was made of wooden rails
strapped with Iron. The shackles used
to connect the engine and cars were
made of three thicknesses of sole or
belt leather held together by copper
rivets and had a hole In each end so as
to hook over an upright stationary pin
bolted or driven into a rigid beam ex­
tending from the end of the car. It Is
said that for a time the engine was run
In opposition to a six ox team em­
ployed by a Bangor lumber dealer who
was not willing to pay the rates
charged on the railroad, and It was
not until the management of the line
came to what he considered fair
charges that he turned his traffic over
to It
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T r a n n a c t a a G e n e r a l B a n k i n g B u s in e e s a
One day soon after reaching his army
and before he had become known to
the troops he rode out alone to cast an
eye over the contour of the country be­
tween him and his enemy. It was
raining, aud Napoleon wore over his
uniform a wrap to keep off the water,
so that no evidence of his rank was
visible. A young lieutenant who came
from a converging road rode up along­
side the general and, since they were
going the same way, began to chat
with him.
“The roads are execrable,” said the
lieutenant. “I don’t think Bonaparte
will get us out of this for some time.
He can’t get guns through the mud.”
“The feasibility of roads depends
upon the energy of those who desire
to go over them,” replied Napoleon.
“Some say that In armies It depeuds
on the persistence of the general.”
“Perhaps you ure right. The inspira­
tion of an army is derived from its
“Do you think this young Bonaparte
will Inspire this army?”
“That remains to be seen.”
“They say he’s nothing but a b o y -
no older than you or me. Why did
the directory send such a young chap
to command meu, I wonder? I ’ve heard
Barros did it.”
“Indeed! Burros is leader in the di
rectory, I believe.”
“My father, who is in Paris, wrote
me that.”
“Did you father say why Barros sent
a young chap to command men?”
“Yes, but that’s a secret.”
“Nothing is a secret that oue person
has got hold of.”
“Anyway, my father says it's a se
cret. He got it from oue who knows.”
“Come, what is this that you and
your father aud the ‘one who knows'
are keeping so quiet?”
“All I can say is that Barros gave
Bonaparte the command of this army
on condition that he marry a certain
“That will do. I see your secret is
scandal. I have no use for that. What
else do you know about General Bona
“Nothing else. I understand he has
been doing some good work at Toulon,
though nothing that would entitle him
to the command of this army. It must
be galling to the generals who have
been so long commanders to be over­
topped by one who has jumped almost
from the ranks. I understood that A.
said to one of the others soon after
Bonaparte’s arrival, ‘This fellow is a
mere boy, but he's our master.’ ”
“Did A. say that?”
“I heard so.”
This put Napoleon, whose brow had
been darkening while he pumped out
the scaudal about himself, in a better
humor, and. his road, diverging from
that of his companion, lie bid him good
morning politely and without any
acerbity in his manner. The lieutenant
while riding beside his general had not
had much opportunity to inspect his
features. Now that Napoleon faced
him for a moment the latter got a
glance at the former.
“That young fellow,’’ mused the lieu­
tenant as he jogged on, “has a strong
face. I wonder who he Is. I didu’t
think to ask him even his rank. I ’ve a
mind to rejoin him and find out.”
He turned and galloped after Napo­
“I say, I have been much pleased to
meet you. I neglected to give you uiy
name. I am Lieutenant Jardlnier of
the Eighty-seventh of the line. I will
be happy to see you In my tent if you
are any time riding my way.”
“Thank you, but I am very busy just
now. I fear I shall not have time.”
“Oh, no subaltern can be a busy
man. I’m not busy. Hide over some
day. I have just received a case of wiue
from home. We’ll have a bottle.”
“And I, who have just arrived from
Paris, brought a full supply.”
“You have Just come from Paris?”
“ Been on leave?”
“No; I have come to this army for
the first time.”
“Just received your commission?”
“Who is making the appointments
now ?’•
"You must excuse me from further
chat at present; I must leave you.”
And, turning his horse’s head, Na­
poleon struck across a field.
A few days later the army marched
past its uew commander in review. As
Lieutenant Jardlnier raised his sword
in salute his face became white as
ashes. He recognized in the general
in chief the “boy who had been sent by
Barros on condition that he marry a
certain woman” to command men. Na­
poleon recognized him, but not by the
slightest change of countenance did It
api>ear that he had done so. The lieu­
tenant gave himself up for lost. When
after the review he returned to his
tent he found there an order from his
chief to report in person nt his head­
quarters the next morning.
Napoleon never missed an opportu­
nity to attach any one to him. Some­
times he worked through fear, some­
times through cupidity and sometimes
by making a friend. At the beginning
of his career he must needs choose the
last of the three. He lectured the cul­
prit roundly on repenting a scandal
and dismissed him without any mark
of displeasure. The lieutenant after­
ward became one of his generals and
was faithful to him till after Water-
S u b s c r ib e for T h e H e r a ld .
0. C SANFORD. Aast. Cashier
Wheu Napoleon took commaml of
tile army of Italy he was very young
R. E.SHINE, V .-P riH .
I. H. HAZARD, Cashier
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