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LEXINGTON WEEKLY BUDGET. VOL. 2. LEXINGTON", MORROW COUNTY, OREGON, THURSDAY JULY 17, 1890. NO. 42. POULISHED EVEHT TIIIIKSDAV KVEN1N'. t SNOW & WHITSON. Terms of Subscription . Ona Year, ....... II c Six Months, W ceota. Invariably In tdvauca. Rates of Advertising i . Ona aquaro (tea linos ur leas), first Insertion tl.OO; eacli subsequent Insertion, 00 cents. Bpeclal ratee with regular advertisers. All transient advertisements must bo paid tor lu advance JOB PRINTINQ Of every deacrlpUon executed with neatneaa and dispatch. If. SHIPLEY, M. D.( PRAOTITIOSUB OF Medicine, Surgery & Midwifery. Registered. HEPPNER, OREGON. JJ. SINE, AlUirney-at-Law and Notary Tublic, LEXINGTON, OREGON. Att( rney for the No'th American Attorneys anl Tiadesnien's Protective Union of Connec ticut. KELLOGG, Attorney-at-Law and Notary Public, HEPPNER, OREGON. Money to loan on improved (arms. Office In First National llauk. J. N. Beown. JAB. D. HAMILTON BROWN & HAMILTON, Attorneys and Counselors at Law, Opposite "Gazette" Office, Hoppner. Or. PRACTICE In all the Courts ol the Stats. In eurance, Real Estate, Collection and Loan Agents Prompt attention given to all business entrusted to them. RS. KATE PAESELL, .Notary Public and Conveyancer, ALPINE, OREGON. Deeds, Mortgages and all others Legal Instru ments enieiully drawn. Api'lieattoni for State and school Lauds maie.and Pensions obtained. pRANK H. SNOW, Laud Agent and Notary Tublic, LEXINGTON, OREGON. FMIiirs taken on government land. Real estate advertised and sold on commission. Now miners are Invt'ed to call and be tilled (nil of solid (acta about the idvaatagos of Morrow country. Office noma trom7 A M. to midnight, Utmost building. R. LIEUALLEN, General :-: Blacksmith And Hoi-seshoer, TS ALWAYS ON DECK AND PREPARED TO 1 do anything In Ills line In a ueat and work manlike manuei. Hones shod wilb care and accuracy. Shop on C Bt, Lexington, Or. G. W. BROCK, ana wm REPAIRING DONE. Arcade Street, Bet, C and D, Lexington, Oregon. Beating the Nickel In the Slot. "Gimme a nickel's worth of buck hot," taid a St. Paul gamin wearing somewhat disordered raiment. His head, says the Pioneer Presi, just top ped the counter in a bazar devoted to sporting goods. "I suppose he will load them into a rusty pistol and accidentally ghoot gome one of his intimate friends," sug gested a bystander. Oh, no," replied the proprietor of the gun store, "he litis no firearms. He is going in to beat the nickel-in-the-slot scheme, and I suppose I ana parti ceps criminis." "How?" Why, he will put them on the street-car track; the car will convert them into tne exact size of nickels and pennies; unci, of course, you eau antic ipate the financial panic littlile to ensue in St. Paul shortly, with a gum-machine at a;niost every corner." Mercantile Troubles In China. The Fooehow (China) Echo gayg the losses incurred by tea meu during this season are computed at $;M,0OO,000, tnd failures of other traders have tniotiuri'd to more iban ball that sum. Wagon and Carriage Maker. Keep Pegging Away. This world Is a world full of pitfalls and snurea. Of Lilllput pleasures and Gulliver snares: With people more ready to curst than to bless, With little to cheer you and natch to depress; Hut the best tlilutr Ui do is believe me, I pray Knee your duty, be brave, uud keep pegging uwuy. 1 ii' pitiful creatures of envy. Indeed, V il jeer or will carp if juu I'uil or succeed; 1 ;itre uro thofco without number win; luck not lilt) will To give you a kick once you're sturtcd down hill. I) n't lot them disturb you; don't mind what they say; 1 urn your eyes to the light and keep pegging uwuy. 1 irvotlon to duly r lever will prove Wherewith you etui myriad obstacles move; Volt muv fli. tl that life's gold overmatches the dross In sti'l klur your balance of profit and loss, lie steadf ast nnil patient, be n poful and gay 'Jo busiuees attend and keep pegging away. With the honey of life trust some wormwood be mixed, s the daintiest rose by a thorn Is transfixed; Hut the honey's more sweet from the leaven of gull. And the ruse rudely pierced the most fragrant of all. You'll Slid your reward great and lusting some (lav, 1 f strong in your faith you keep pegging away, John Tollman. FREDDIFSF011TUNE. I was a young doctor, not over-bur-dt'iicd with practice, when I sat half dozing iu my surgery one sLilHng August afternoon, and was roused by a liustlo in the street and a cry, "Here's ii doctor! King the bell! Iiy the time tho ring was answered I was wide awake mid had my "profes sional expression" on. Two men came in, and one held in his arms a limp, senseless figure, a hoy, ahout 3 years old, covered with blood flowing from a gash in his head. I took the little fel low iu my own arms and carried him to a sofa, while the men brought me water and seemed deeply interested iu nil my movements. A broken arm and the deep cut on the head kept mo busy some time, but nt hist my lime patient was imuio as comfortable as possible, and was moan ing with recovered consciousness. "Have you far to carry himP" I asked one of the men. "We don't own him," was the an swer. "He was a-running across the street and a hor.se kicked him over. Jim, here," indicating his companion, "he picked him up, and I come along to help find a doctor, 'cause Jim cau't read." "Needn't a-shoved that in!'' growled Jim turning red. "Poor liltlo chap, how he groans!" "I will give him something to quiet him presently," I said, "and will send word to the station house if his name is uot on his clothes." The men departed and I lifteil my charge once more and went upstairs to my mother's room, over tho surgery. It did nut take many minutes to en list Iter sympathies, and wo undressed the child and put him in her wide bed, hoping to find some mark upon his clothing. There was none, and when I saw ibis I spoke fraukly, "Mother, there is just one chance for the little fellow's life, and that is perfect quiet. He will have lever, probably be de lirous. and to carry him to a hospital, or even to his owu home, may be fatal. I will send to the station house and then " "You know I will nurse him, John," my mother said. "If his mother comes she must do as she thinks best but, until she does come, leave him to tne." 1 wrote a description of the child's long brown curls and brown eyes, of the delicate suit of clothes iu which he was dressed, and sent it to the station house. No call being made iu three days, I advertised him for a week, anil still he was not claimed. It was very strange, for the child's pure, delieati skin and dainty clothing seemed to mark him as the child "I wealth. But w hile he lay unknown, my little patient was struggling hard for lile against trier ami injuries, lie wa delil'oti fur many dais, callim' iiili. tully tor "Mtimm.t -pretty mammal'' begging her uot to go away, and mak ing our hearts ache by often crying, "Oh. Ann1 Lucy; don't beat Freddie! Freddie will he good!" or, "Grandma, grandma, don't, don't!" in cries of ex treme terror. Mother would get so excited with in dignation over those cries, that I saw the child had won a fond place in her warm heart. "He has been ill-treated, John, the pretty darling!'' she would say. "I hope the cruel people who could hurt such a baby will never And him again." The second week of his stay with us was closing and Freddie had regained his reason and was on the road to re covery, when one morning a carriage dashed up to my door uud two ladies alighted. They wore rustling silks of the latest fashion, and were evidently mother and daughter. The younger lady was very beautiful, a perfect jdonde and dressed in exquisite taste. "Dr. Morrill?" inquired the elder lady. I bowed. "We called in answer to an adver tisement regarding a child, my graud son. You will probably think it strange we have not been here before, but we were obliged to leave town the day before he was lost and have just re turned. The nurse win had him in cnarge ran away, and white we sup- fiosed h i it) safe at home he has been ling in a hospital, pet haps dying." "We were nearly distracted ou our return," said the young lady, "when we missed our darling; but an Inquiry at the station house sent us here. The officer also showed us your advertise ment. Where is our dear child?" 'He Is here," I answered, "nnderray mother's care, and, I am happy to Say, doing well." An linmiatnt-nhtn Innk of iliannnninb. ment crossed the faces of my visitors, f but the elder oue said, "cau we see him, doctor r" I asked permission to announce their coming to my mother, and left the ladie3 alone. When I returned, after some five minutes' absence, I was struck by the change in their faces. The younger one was pale as ashes, aud the elder one hud a set, hard look of determination, as if nerved by some sudden resolution. I led the way to my mother's bed room, where Freddie was in a profound slumber. The younger lady shrank back in the shadow of the bed curtains, but the mother advanced and beutover the child. There was a moment of profound silence, then, in a hard voice the old ladv said, "I am sorry to put you to so mucn trouuie. Doctor Morrill. Trot',, not tne cmiu we lost." A heavy fall startled us, and I turned to see the young stranger senseless on the floor. Her mother spoke quickly, "The disappointment is too much for her. We so hoped to Uud my grand son " i did not reply. The delirous rav ings of the child were still ringing in my ears as he pleaded with the harsh grandmother aud aunt. I did not be lieve the old lady's statement, but, having no proof to, the contrary, was forced to accept it. Long after my visitors had departed, the beautiful blonde still trembling and white, mother and I talked of their strauge conduct. "It is evident they want to deny the child," 1 said. "I am glad of it," mother replied. "We will keep him, John. He shall have a grandma to love, not one to fear." So the Summer and early Autumn wore away and Freddie was'dear to us as if he had claim of kinship. His rare beamy, his precocious intellect, and his loving heart had completed the fasci nation commenced by our pity for his suffering, weakness and loneliness, He called us "Grandma" and "Uncle John," anil clung to use with the most affectionate caresses. Being blessed with ample means, mother and I had quite decided to formally adopt pretty Freddie when he had been a little longer unclaimed in our house. Dennis, my coachman, was very fond of Freddie, and careful; so I was not afraid to leave my little charge with him while I was indoors, and lie was very happy chatting with the good natured Irishman aud waiting my com ing. It was early in November, and mother had dressed .Freddie, for tlyjse,y-j.id lovir couliUeaiptort tier for first time in a jaunty suit of velvet, with a dainty velvet cap over his brown curls, when one morning I seut him out with Dennis until I was ready to start, I was making my final preparation for departure when I heard a piercing scretvm under my window and Dennis saying, "By jabers, she's fainted, the crather!" While Freddie cried, "Mamma pretty mammal" I ran out hastily to see an odd tableau. Dennis was supporting in his strong arms a slender figure in mourn ing, half leaning on the shafts, while Freddie clung to her skirts, gobbing, "M a m m a m a i n m a. " "Bring her iu, Dennis," I said. "I'll do that same, sur," was the reply, as Dennis lifted the little figure like a feather weight, and crossing the pavement came into the surgery. I shut out the curious people who fol lowed, and Freddie clung fast to the black dress, never ceasing his loud cries of "Oh, mamma! It Is my mamma; come home to Freddie"! Mamma pretty mamma!" The sound rang through the house, reaching my mother's ears as she sat in her room. She came hurrying down the stairs and entered the surgery just as Dennis deposited his burden in an arm chair. Comprehending the eitua tion at a glance, mother tenderly re moved the heavy crape veil and bonnet, loosening a shower of brown curls round a marble-white face, still in sensible. At that moment the stranger opened a pair of large brown eyes, as brown and as soft as Freddie's own, and mur mured. In a faint voice: "Freddie I Did I see my boy?" Then her eyeg fell upon the child and in a moment she was on her knees m 1;' " r'Er.""" " "i, .nV i . rt i . , . . . . . B101!l IllUl, B-JUUIUU uvct mill nil mother broke out crying too, and I wat obliged to assume my "professional ex pression" by gheer force of will. "Come, come," I said gently. "Fred die has been very ill, and can not bear so much excitement." This quieted the mothor in an in stant. and she rose, still holding the child's hand in her own. "It is my boy!" she said looking into my face. "Freddie," I asked, "Is thig mam- maP" "Yes," said the little fellow, decided ly; "of course it is. My own pretty. mammae me irom neaven! ' ammao.mefromlieavenr "Come from heaven! she repeated i niiti Hsuy litis ami union!? ureatn. . , , . , , i t- 'Ihey told me he was dead, mv boy my Freddie that he was run over and killed! The nurse saw him fall under the horse's feet." "B it you see be was not killed." mother said iu a gentle tone; "but is well and strong again." And then motioning me to keep gilent, moiner told the widow of the child g injuries and recovery, of his winning ways, and our love for him. "I must tell you first who I am," our visitor said. "Iam the widow of Car-! roll West, who died of cholera in Liver pool only two weeks ago. j "When I beard he was ill I went "to him at udcu, leaviug my hoy with mv husband's mother aud sis'lch 1 knew "'"'b very foud of him, but I had no choice. I found my husband very ill, but ho was recovering, when lie had a relapse. During all his illness I heard only twice of Freddie ouce that he was well, once that he had been killed iu the street. "I came home ouly two days airo, and they would tell" me nothing "of where my boy was buried nothing but the bare fact of his death. I 1 oh, do not blame me! I was on my way to the river to eud it all, wheu I met It would bo tedious to tell in detail all the long conversation that followed, but. authorized by Mrs. West. I called upon her husband's lawyer, aud there heard her story. "I think," said the lawyer, confiden tially, "that the Wests are the proudest people I -ever kuew proud of their illy, their money and their beauty, arroll West was the only son, Lucy the only daughter when the old man died. "He left a considerable fortuue. but Carroll has iucreased his share of it to immense wealth. His mother was very desirous of having him make a great match, and proportionately furious when he married a little dark eyed seamstress, of no family iu par ticular, and workiug for a living. "Carroll," continued the lawyer, "had suflicieut good seuse to keep up his own establishment uutil he went iuto a heavy cotton speculation that called lii tii to Liverpool. Then he left his wife and child under his mother's care, and before ho went he made his will. Now, doctor," said the lawyer, speak ing very slowly, and with marked em phasis, 'that will leaves half his for tune to his wife, half to his child, Inn in case of the death of the child, the half that is his goes to Mrs. West and her daughter Lucy. If the mother dies all iroes to the child, to revert again to the Wests, if he dies without direct heirs." We could never tell whether the un natural grandmother and aunt would have risked a legal investigation. The recognition between mother and child was complete, aud the clothing we had carefully preserved was fully identified. Mrs. West did not return to her mother-in-law. For some weeks she was my mother's guest and my patient, being prostrated with low nervous fe'er, and then she took the house next to our own, her own claim and Freddie's to Carroll West's property being undisputed. We were warm friends for two years, and Mrs. West, senior, with the beautiful blonde, were occasional visitors at the widow's house; but wheu the violet aud white look the place of crape and bombazine, I ventured to ask Adelaide West if a the fone she had losl lost, and my mother be came Freddie's grandmother in truth, when his "pretty mamma" became my wife. Mrs. West is dead, and Lucv mar ried to a titled Italian, who admired her blonde beauty, but unlike many of his compatriots, tituls the lovely lady fully able to take care of her own in terests and guard her money against too profuse expenditure. Evening World. Tragic Story of a Diamond. "There's the most beautiful diamond I have ever seen during an experience of thirty years with the sparkling gems," said a veteran diamond mer chant, as he held up a stone that seemed to live in tire. From every facet radiated brilliant colors, and the hue of the stone was that steely blue which delights every connoisseur of the precious gems. The diamond did not weigh over six carats, but it was easily worth $5,000. "That stoue has a tragic history," continued the man of jewels as he laid the diamond to rest amid a nest of snowy cotton. "It comes from the De Beers mines, in South Africa, and was discovered by a coolie employed by the Company. His practical eye saw that the gem was a marvellous one for beauty of color, ami a desire to steal it overcame him. Well, he did steal it, and to conceal the diamond about his person for the coolies work almost naked iu the diamond mines cut a hole in his flesh under the arm. But the wound did not heal, and the ob servant eye of the foreman saw what was the matter. A few days after be charged the coolie with having stolen a diamond, but the negro denied it. ..un r.. -.1. ,t. i n ...... t.,.,l "VTiieu tsaua, mo luniiiiau, icaunuu lei W. sore arm the thief made a dash and ran toward the outskirts of the camp like a deer. The foreman followed him, but the fleet-Hooted negro outstripped him. lie knew that a severe punish ment awaited him if captured, aud cen tered all his etrorts on getting away with the stone, whose value would have made him rich for life. But Jack was equal to the emergency, and drawing his pistol sltol the coolie through the back just as he was taking to the hiils. His dead body was dragged back into camp, his arm cut open and this beautiful gem in the rough was taken from the insertion. It's a tragic story, but true as gospel, anil ouly a , wh:lt h t m,'tn ,i. ' .. i i..,i ,-. t , r, .i bllitil a II nut I Lining III Lilt; tlitlllltlUtl 1 mines of South Africa." J'luluUctpiiia laimrer. i Fatal Mistake. Three children in the Sheffield. En gland, workhouse were dune to death t few days ago by tho medical otlicer who caressiy wrote a prescription for twenty grain of Dover's powder iu ten packets, instead of for ten grains in twenty packets. Tlie Italian foreign office has broken off diplomatic relations with the repub lic of Columbia until a claimed indem nity of fjO,XK be paid to an outraged Iurlfuu injlije'ct. BRUTALITY IN A PRISON. The Whipping Post In the Missouri Penitentiary. A correspondent of the St. Louis Pe publio who has been there tells of pri son punishment iu Missouri. He says: "The use of the lash in tho prison is common too common to be of any pos sible benefit in keeping order. A man goes to the whipping post, not with the feeling that he is being punished for some infraction of the rules, but to P'atiCv the ill-feeling of some guard whose enmity he has incurred. Deputy Warden Bradbury is the one whose duty it is to wield the rawhide. In the middle of the room stands the whipping post and stocks. The men stand facing the instrument of torture, and the guards report the conduct of their men to tho Warden. Oue complains that oue of his men neglected his work, or was talkittg to a fellow-prisoner; 'per haps a prisoner was caught carrying bread to his cell from the kitchen. Deputy Warden Bradbury steps up to the whipping post, pulls off his coat, rolls up his ideeves, and in a caressing way picks tip a rawhide, which he intently examines to see if it is all right. "The culprit is brought up to the post. His hands are tied to the post near the ground, leaving him iu a stooping position. His neck is placed uuder the stocks, which are theu fast ened so that he ennnot jerk his head away. The Deputy Warden steps up, and seizing the man's shirt, pulls it up around his neck, leaving the bare back exposed. The prisoner receives from one to twenty-five lashes, according to the otlense aud the number of times he has been at the post. The Warden tucks his shirt sleeves cnrefully above his elbow, takes the rawhide in his hand, plauts his foot firmly, aud with a full swing of his powerful arm, down comes the whip with a swish aud a crack upon the bare back of the pris oner. Swish comes the whip again, and the prisoner bites his lip to keep from crying our w ith the pain, as such a thing ntily increases the punishment. Crack, the whip again and again strikes the quivering Hesh. leaving a thick welt along the skin, and as the force of the blows increases as the Deputy Warden warms up to his work, the welts as sume first a red, then a blue hue, and filially the blood trickles down over his back" iu little streams. Again and again the lash, soft and pliable with the warm blood, curls around the naked form of the crouching aud shrinking prisoner until either the allotted pun ishment lias been inflicted or else the prisoner faints from the pain anil tor ture. "He Is then iven over to the care of the doctors. From long practice the whipping master can make the whip ping more severe iu a given number of strokes on the persou of one prisoner than another. In case he wishes to make the pain more intense, after one half the strokes have been given he goes to the other side of the prisoner and makes a series of cross-cuts, mak ing a number of bloody Xs on the back. I have seen a prisoner faint from the severity of the punishment and from loss of blood. After the whipping is over the prisoner is cured for, the blood on the rawhide is carefully wiped off, and it is ready for tho next culprit. When the whfpping was done by an official who was intoxicated or under the influence of liquor, the punishment was always more severe. 1 have seen one of the officials stagger as ho walk ed up to the whipping post, and I know he was greatly under the influence of liquor." How We Itiiok at 'l lilns. You and I see everything to some ex tent diu'orently. You see things from the standpoint of your previously ac quired groups of ideas; I from mine. Strictly no two persons cau see the game thing iu the same way, for it cau never happen that two persons; have precisely the same groups of ideas re lating to any subject. These depend upon our past experience or our edu cation, on the beliefs of our times, on our various sects or parties, on our pet theories, our interests, and our desires. Here is a simple illustration. Suppose an artist and an engineer, standing side by side overlooking a tract of country. What they perceive is the same; what they apperceive is wholly different. To the engineer the country presents itself as a possible line for a railroad, with here advantageous grades and there economic bridges. Before the urtist is spread out a land cape, with light and shade and har mony of colors. Suppose, again, a plot of level ground ill the suburbs of a city. A college student riding by apper ceives it its a possible bull-ground; a yo'.ing girl as a tennis-court; a specu lator, as an addition for town lots; an undertaker, perhaps, as a possible site for n cemetery. Prof. (J. T. Patrick in Puiminr bcicnve Monthly. A New Mexican Idol. An elliptical-shaped gray gtone, probably two feet in length aud about six inches in diameter, was received at the white house recently accompanied liv a letter from Gov. Prince of New Mexico. He stated that the stone was of the idol age, anterior to the arrival of the Spaniard in the western con tinent, and it was known to be over SoO 3 ears old. Among the Pueblo Indians the stone was venerated as a household god, and examination showed that with some rude tools an attempt had been made to depict e)cs, nose, and mouth oo the upcr flat portion, while in the center crossed hands aro easily discernible. It now rests on a sheii just above Private Secretary Halford'i desk, uud as a companion piece there is a primitive gourd sent to the white bouse by a North Carolina republican. CONVERSATION AT MEALS.. Makethe DlnhiK'.Kooui Bright and Attrao. tlve The Art of Conversing. Of all the rooms in a home the dining-room should be the most cheerful, uot ouly as to furnishing and lighting, but for the conversation which should be carried on there. Here the family meet for the first time iu the morning at the breakfast table, and, as this is the family rendezvous, each member of the household should consider il his or her duty to contribute a share to the conversation, and not seem to be wholly absorbed iu individual thoughts." This is the opportunity to make plans for the day. before the members Of the family separate for their various duties aud pleasures, and one should be un selfish enough to enter iuto the spirit of each, other's plans, even if it does not , exactly suit one's mood, and when.they meet at dinner they can recount their various experiences. I know of some women who come to the breakfast table lu shabby wrappers looking so gloomy aud discontented that it would seem as if they were de termined to represont the woman spok en of ov Syilnev simtn, who nail made up her mind in the morning to be discontented all day, aud nothing ooii lil dissuade her from being so. When there is a large family, each with different characteristics, it would seem as if each might choose for a motto, if only during meals, "Look Cheerful," so that, even if one did uot feel so he or she would uot dampen the spirits of the others. I think the worst epithet that cau be applied to a persou is that he or she is a "wet blanket." And certainly we all know of some persons who, wheu they appear among us, seem only to lessen our pleasures iustead of in creasing them. So, above all things, let us be cheer ful at breakfast, in our prettiest toilets, and make ourselves as attractive as possible. The illuming is new, the day fresh, and we should try to be iu accord with our surroundings. There are some persons who make a specialty of preparing their conversa tion for the dinner table by reserving bits of news and stories which they have heard during the day. This is an excellent plan, as a dinner should bo looked forward to as "a feast of reason and a How of soul," as well as an occasion tor satisfying oue' appe tite. There is a difference between feeding aud dining. True, one often gets tired of tht same old topics, and when oue leads a quiet life und nothing new ever hap pens, or no outsider appears with a bit of gossip to be discussed over the din ner table, one is apt to become a little soured and serious; but oue must think of some new method of entertaining the family, and thereby be entertained themselves. Rending a few paragraphs from the papers, or the last uovel, or from some book of travels, aud then taking the lead iu the conversation aud in troducing these familiar topics, is a good way to vary the monotony of a family meal. A "fad" this season at indies' lunch eons has been the proposition of a toast by the hostess, and llui surprising of one of her friends by requesting her to respond to it. 'I his is certainly a novel plan to in teresl a roomful of women, and cer tainly would make an agreeable di version ami give an opportunity to practice Ihe art of ready speaking and cultivating extemporaneous wit. As women so oltnn nowadays have to lake up the cudgels of war and sup port themselves, il seems quile proper that they should be Kehooled a little iu tho art of speech-making. Among lashioiiable people it is cus tomary to appear at iliiiuer in lull evening dress, which gives the occasion a very festive appearance. Of course there are it great many families who are not fashionable aud who cannot afford such elaborate dinner gowns, and would uot care for tluttu even ii tney could; but it Is well to wake wime change in one's dress, as it freshens the mind as well as the body. Meu like to lay aside their business cares with their business suit, and enter Into a different world, as it were, by putting on evening clothes. Of course men adapt their conversa tion to their surroundings, and it ccr- tainly must 1 e a fact that they brlnjr some cheerfulness into the family, as their advent is eagerly looked for. But where there are no meu there might be a few smiles, and women should try to be as agreeable to each other as they are supposed to be to the opposite sex. Conversation is ulso an aid to di gestion, and a few hours over the din ner table are not hours thrown away. There are some families who disa gree so at the table that they never sit down "en famtlle," but always invite gome outsider to come in and share the meal, whether it is breakfast, or lunch eon, or dinner. This seems a great misfortune, as home could never be a pleasant one undcrthese circumstances; and, even with such dispositions as these women must have, they certainly would be unhappy anywhere. There is a Scotch proverb it would be well to remember: A tnerrie heart wixm all the day; A aud, tiriM in a mile a. Not an Obwnrver. Mamma "What did young De Ilichf say last night when you asked him whether the moon was shining as lis came iu?" Llli..n "Why, he hadn't noticed." "Hum ml My dear, I wouldn't waste any moVe lime there, I tbiuky1-. IWws.