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Tiili UWWQ&D MAIL 'UBULKUXX, UM&WQm, OREO OX, SUNDAY, MARCH 20, 1910.
FOURTH Y 15 Alt.
No. 311.
"PEACE ON EARTH GOOD WILL TOWARD MEN"
Tribune
"Cwas Sfot F)er
astcv Rat
Hy UELLE TKIMHLC MATTSON.
(Copyright, WO, by American Presa Asso
ciation.) o
,11, iniiittiiin, you'ro not going
tii wear Unit lint, ii ro your'
Mlldn-tl liml tragedy In her
volte.
"I inn." ,
"Wliitti Mother, dear." cried Dorothy,
running In for gluvo thread, "thnt iiw
fill lint?"
"ISxuctly."
"On KiiNter Mimdny'" they chimed.
"Now, see hero." mild their mother,
"whuao hut Is thin?"
"Oh. U'n not mine," mild Mildred,
"I'll nut dispute ownership."
"Don't you wiint grtiimuy to sco
your lovely now ICnaler lint with (ho
dowers and the plume'" coaxed Dor
olhy.
"I ilun't eiin to mmI the plumes, nud
It looks like niln. There'll n dripping
fog now."
"I think It'll door." km Id Mildred
hopefully nit she pinned on n lilc
plumy hut of her owu-grny-bliio, like
her ey.
"I enn't nee why you girls euro no
luueli nltout this lint today. In the
tlrHt pluee, It's nn nil right lint; In the
next plnee. It will tie IiowIIiikI)' stylish
for griiiumy's metropolis; lit the third
place, we shall mo no one we
know exeept griimmy, whose nffectlou
In not dependent on hats; In the
fourth plnce," she ndded lifter n si-
lent moment Npeut In ndjustlng her
veil, "I'm going to wear It. ho you
tuny n well save your splutters."
In the ferry I Mint they found n sent
for her, lint Imd to Mtnud themselves
"I enn't t.-e." murmured Mildred,
"why mother will wenr that beast of
n hut."
"Kite look prwlsely like the head
of the biological department," respond
ed Dorothy under cover of mournful
sound from the fog hell.
"Hnmcthliig's pit to hnppeti to It,"
returned Mildred with spirit. "Hut to-
dnyl You cnu't think, Dot, how er
fectly elegant he U. I think 'elegant'
1 n rattier cheap wortl, but 1 enn't
think of n Mingle other ono thnt will
describe htm. Oh, yen, I enn, too
thoroughbred, that's what he In."
"Well, of nil ek'Kntit, thoroughbred
way to meet n girl's mother!"
"Ho JiiNt couldn't got awny from his
nunt n day sooner you know tho
whole party up there wnn for him
and he mild ho Junt couldn't wnlt a
day longer, mo ut last I told him wo
Mere going nwny, hut If I hapcncd to
see hlui In the stntlon I'd present him.
And now she has on thnt hat!"
"Humph!" unlit Dorothy. "You'd bet
tcr upend n lit t lu time thinking what
sort of nu Impression he'll mnko on the
llttlo uiothor.' "
"I've been lying nwnko nlghtH over
thnt, never fenr," responded Mildred.
The bout thumped up Into the slip,
and they Joined their tnothor In the
push to tho front.
They found themselves n fow mln
uteM early, and nn they stood waiting
for the Kitten to open n tall young man
rushed by to Mildred and seized her
hand enthusiastically.
"Miiiiiina, thlH Is Mr. Frank Shipley,
Mm. Mason's nephew, you know, I
think I spoke of him nftor her house
party."
Tho mind of Mildred's mother quick,
ly reviewed utl her daughter had snld
auent this most eligible nephow of her
own old friend.
"1 think you did," Hho snld as she
gnvo him her hand. "Are you going
to tho country, too, for tho Raster hob
ldnyM?"
"I'm running down to Bnloin-a bit
of business,"
"Oh, you'ro taking our train, then?"
"Am I? How Jolly!"
The gntos opened then, and he pos
sowied htniHolf of n wrap and an um
brella who was carrying, helped them
all on, located her, found n seat for
tho girls and thou dropped down be
side Mrs, Uronson, a few seats behind
her daiighterH. And If he watched
...... M. ... ktll
I. VI 11 1111 l Ml .UII-
) dred's brown head
it iiui not prevent
devoted attention
to her mother, Ho
kept up a lively
chatter until the
train had left
Woodbury, She led
him to talk of him
self, She hoard of
his lifo in tho
west, of his col
logo In tho east,
of his two years
abroad, of his
plans to go west
"UAMUA.TiHs isMn. ngnlti almost nt
Hiui't.xr." ouco ntuj E0 0H
with tho work his father's dying hand
hud laid dowu a year beforo and which
ho felt was waiting for him. "Mrs.
Uronson," ho said suddenly, "I want to
a air vim antnnthlnir."
She looked at him keenly,
"I want Mildred to marry me. I
want to lake her buck with me. I
feel us If my life won Just beginning,
and I want her to begin It with mi
May ltd It herV"
"You haven't already dono It?"
"She knows cure u lot," he (lushed
guiltily, hut he muted honestly hack
Into her eye, "The house party did
It. It seem n olmrl tluie-n week
hut when you live right lu tho house
with it girl mid see her duy mid night
for that time It's long enough."
Mrs, ItnuiHiiti kIuIk'iI.
"I've Im'uii awfully nfrnld to ask
you. (I'm mo much lo nsk for, nud, bo
sides, I've been nfrnld of you. My
mint lold me you were iultu Imposing
-treuif uilriuxly styllh, and so on. You
rnu't think how relieved ,1 was when
I saw you. I believe," he blundered
on "I believe It's your lint. .You'ro nu
nwfully-nn awfully homoy looking
person, you know."
A dewier eolor hnno In Mrs. limit
son's fare and a swift gleam lighted
her youthful, clear brown eyes. She
I ii u n ii fnPH'itl-il
Tt' TJl.nnd called softly.
pfftV ' I A nii!rctl rose and
came bnck to her.
"Send Dorothy
here to mo." snld
her mother, "and
take your young
limit nwny. I'll
have uo such stal
wart looking man
say I look moth
erly to hint. And
he is mnklng re
marks about my
lint. Mnybe you
cnu (H-rsunde him
"sunn nouoTiiY to go to Snlein nu
HEiir to ut-" ,tliT dny mid get
off nt the I'tirnm for dinner wllh us.
Hut take him away, do."
The girls never knew how It hap
pcucd that the Salvation Army so
soon fell heir to the runabout hat, but
after the wedding, us Frank nud Mil
dred were speeding toward their new
home in the west, Frank Muddeuly
burst out, "No, Mir. I don't see how I
should ever have hnd the courage if
It hadn't been for thnt tint I"
AN EASTER SONG.
By ARTHUR J. BURDICK.
ITsng not today with stlent tonsueai
Itlng out. ' ateeple belle.
And echo from your brazen throats
In Ktad, trlumphnnt. tuneful notes
Tho Joy thnt In ua dwells.
Bound on thin hnppy l'aater day.
And to th thrones below you aayt
"Itejolce, the atone la rolled awny.
Hope Ilea not In the trrnvol"
Droop not your pctala, bloraoma fair.
Your pot I cm leavea unfold
And couiu thin bleaavd Knater morn
Oora holy nltnra to adorn.
Thc-ro ahow your liearta of cold.
The world gave Chrtat the thorny crown.
The nnlla, tho apenr, the eurao, the
frown.
Come, llllea, ahower your Incenaa down
In reconipenaa today)
Bona;, be not silent this glad day.
Hut lift your notes on high.
Bond up the awret nnd fervent a train
A grateful, thankful, glad refrain,
With heaven a aonga lo vlo.
Shout prnlava to hla holy name
Who from hla homo In glory turns
To bear our eorr&w, aln and shiitno
That wo might livo for aynl
Hearts, be not dumb, but gratitude
I'our out unto our King,
Ho gave his nil that wo might live.
Itavu wo no offering to gtvo,
No sacrifice to lirlugT
At least our homngo let lis pay
And alncYro thnnka extend today
That angels rolltil the stone away
Hope Ilea not In tho gravel
Some Foreign Eastor Customs.
Ou Uustor Itussluti children receive
presents as our children do on Christ-
tuns. On ISnster Mondny peoplo go
nbout kissing relatives, friends and
ueiiualntiitices nud oxclmugliig eggs.
These are somutlmes vory beautiful
ones of glass and porcelain and aro
(tiled with sugar plums nnd presents.
lu Ireland clilldron piny a gttmo
called "hunching eggs." This is play,
ed with a pan tilled with sand or saw
dust, which Is set on a table, around
which the children stand, each sup
plied with eggs. Tho eggs of each
player aro all of ono color and nro un
like thoso of tho other players, Tho
object of the game is for each plnycr
to so place tho eggs standing upright
in tho sand as to bring llvo lu n row
touching each othor. In turn each
player pulls down an egg, somutlmes
Ailing out n row for herself, nt others
cutting off tho lino of nn oppouent.
The ono who lirst succeeds In obtain.
lug tho desired row calls outs
"Tho raven, chough and crow
Lie llvo In u row."
The Early Easter.
(And the burd'a dllointna.
When lCnstur dawns acrosH the lawns,
With bright offulgonce flooding
The plain, tho slope, It brings us hopo
Of blossoms freshly budding.
When Easter comes, no more benumbs
Our hearts tho winter Icy,
For thoro's a hint of summer tn't
And springtime odors splay.
When Kaster wakes tho sleepy lakes
With muslo'a glad appealing
We think no mora of winter hoar
And waterways congealing,
When Easter-well, 'twill do to tell,
Dut when It comes so early
How can we sing the signs of spring
And still be tr uthful-n early T
T. SATP.
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in
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ATlMCDItAL. ofllii, with their not.
low luiifi.
Their vlbrunl lit" anJ their tirmt-n
lonKUt-i,
Uvcr tho roar nt tli city pour
Their Joyou But-r inume with joyoit
ronr
Tilt (lit- (osrtnir natf to the un r
rolltil,
As ho nwlnc" aloft In hid tiath ot trold
"OciirMit p4p." J my boy to in
Am Ik merrily climb his father r sifo.
"Why lire thou vuu itiat you me nolo
Qplprnl o nttfly with blue nntt iini'l
And whnt Is th' beautiful bin I thut inyi
Much beautiful rggs on Knutcr lyr
Tenderly iihlne tho April ,
Like isuKHter anu teart, in my child obi
i-ywt.
And every fsce In Ilio treel li ttnv
Why cloud turn younttnli-r by onyinR nttv"
J So I colKi my uniln ,fr thr tr ne
bK
And tell him the talu of the .Knuti-r emeu
"You n Heard, my ohlld. ot one wtM
dim.
Crou-itnl with Keen Uwrnn and crweini
And how Jorli. the wmiithy. wn.,rn imi
rewnrd.
Csred tor the portme of tin rnsrtvreu u,irn
And iiliHKly lotntivd It within tht- fix-K
And t'luMml the khi- with u misnty uiik-m
"Now rltwe py the gntt n full tree re
With peddulouii iMivrn and Plnwitie .il
Dllie,
And de.-p In the en-en tree'n iihi.hv
bremt
A beautiful ulnstnn hint rat on her nent.
Which vtnp bordered with moMtn lise
tnaliti-tillv
And held four rcss ot Ivory white.
"Now, when the biro from net dim recr
ruhcld the lird in nl ounui arr
And InoKed on the henvenly face w pate
And the deitr ttvt pli-rced with the t-rue.
nail
Her tusirt nigh tiroKe with h audilon onnx
And out nt the oepth ot tier aonuw anr
anu
"All night long till the morn iraa up
Che unit ,uig in ner inoxn wrrutneo
cup
A song of sorrow as wild and anrlll
Ar the homeleca wind when It numa the
nlll.
So full t learn, no loud nnd innn
That the griet ot the world waa turned
to on-
"Hut anon there came through the weep
lug nuht
A gllmmeriiiR angel clothed In white.
And he rnllt-d the stone trom the tnmo
anay
Where tho l.onl of tho earth nnd heaven
lay.
And Oirlat nrose tn the rnvrnvs gloom
And In living luster came trom the tomb
"Now tho bird thnt snt In the henrt ot tho
tree
IJeheld the celestial mystery,
And Its heart was tilled with a sweet de
light. And It poured a song on the sobbing
night:
Notes climbed notes till higher, higher,
They shot to heaven like sparks of tire.
When tho glittering white robed angel
heard
Tho sorrowing song ot the grieving bird
And heard the following chunt of mirth
That hailed Christ risen from the earth
He said. 'Sweet bird, be forovar bloat.
Thyself, thy eggs and thy moss wreathed
nest.
"And ever, toy child, since that blessed
night.
When death bowed down to tho Lord ot
light.
Tho eggs of thnt sweet bird changed their
huu
And burn with red and gold and blue.
Reminding mankind In their simple way
Of the holy marvel of rCaster day
ti lts James u linen.
An Easter Transformation,
Lcnleii muiilen, duct in gray,
What a snlnt you are today!
Prim, demure or sweetly sny,
tlow your eyes turn towiml the skyi
Easter ninlden, clad In wnito.
What nn nngei In my sight:
In your pow, sedate and meek,
How your eyes the hymnal suekl
Easter maiden, clad In blue,
Once again I welcome you.
What a Joy once more to see
nogulsh glances turned on met
-New York Times.
Don't foijct Use classified.
OeR
t
TN the end of the eabbatb, as ft began to dawn to-
j ward the first day of the welt, cams jviary Mag
dalene and the other JVlary to sec ttbc 6epulcJ)re.
Hnd, bebofd, there veae a great earthquake: for
the angel of the U-ord descended from heaven, and
came and rolled bach the stone from the door, and
. eat upon ft.
Rfs countenance was
' Ifhc Ifgbtnfng, and bfs rai
ment whftc as snow:
i Hnd for fear of bfm
, the hecpers did sbahc
' and became as dead. men.
Hnd the angel an
swered and said unto the
. women, fear not ye: for I
hnow that ye scch 7csus,
which was crucified.
I Re fs not here: for
, be fs risen, as be safd.
Come, sec the fplacc -where
the Ivord ly.
Hnd go qufchly, and
; tell bfs dfscfplcs that be
fs rfscn from the dead;
,and, behold, be goctb be
fore you fnto Galflce:
there shall ye sec him: lo, I have told you.
j Hnd they departed qufchly from the sepulchre
!wftb fear and great Joy; and dfd run to brfng bis
dfscfplcs word.
Hnd as tbey went to tell bis dfscfplcs, behold.
Jesus met them, sayfng, Hll ball. Hnd they came
and held him by the feet and worshipped blm.
Chen safd esus unto them, Be not afraid: go
ell my brethren that tbey go fnto Galflce, and there
uball tbey sec me.
Real Gaetzv Lilies
of
esurrectton
B ROBERT DONNELL
I BELIEVE that with every
Easter dawn a fuller efful
gence of spiritual tight Illu
minates the earth. Easter spells
optimism. The optimist is tho
only naturalized citizen of the
universe, ne is, Indeed, a uni
versal denizen, owuer of the
sphere he treads and inheritor
of stars.
Optimism means belief In tho
eternal goodness, acceptance of
so called evil In the full confi
dence that tho evolutionary proc
esses of divine nature are work
ing with absolute certainty tc
wnrd ultimate perfection.
In my view the person who
does not believe In the prepon
derance of the good over the evil
upon this earth has no right to
call himself a Christian. He
does not believe In Christ, who
believed In humanity and loved
even those who persecuted him.
He tlfes not believe In God. for
r.od is the Immanent essence of
good residing In all things.
Easter Is both pagan nnd Chris
tian. Centuries before the Xaz
arene proclaimed good will to
men the pagan optimists cele
brated the return of spring as
the awakening, the rebirth, the
resurrection of life out of appar
ent death.
Every day's dawn Is an Easter
morning to the optimist. The
spirit of aspiration shakes off Its
lethargy of the night, as a use
less garment and goes forth
each new day to higher alti
tudes of endeavor.
There was a period In the past
century when a movement call
ed transcendentalism stirred the
souls of thinking men. Ralph
Waldo Emerson was Its high
priest. Emerson was the tran
scendent optimist. He acknowl
edged no evil In the universe.
He knew only that which was
good and held fast thereto.
Wo cannot all bo Emersonian
In Intellect, but we can transcend
our environment. Many of ns
are down amid the murk and the
muck, but -we can look up Into
the light and by hitching our
wagous to the stars be drawn up
ward Into liberty. Grief bludg
eons our heads, but It need not
bow them. Sorrow pierces our
hearts, but It need not break
them. If we believe In the Jus
tice of the Infinite, these little
temporal lives will become to us
only as Incidents In tho Irresisti
ble upward leading of tho eter
nal. Life Is the supreme fact. Eas
ter exemplifies the triumph of
life. Let us believe only In life,
refusing to be domineered by
the unsubstantial wraith called
death, refusing to be diverted
thereby from "the upward look
lug and the light." Then will
Easter be to us the most signifi
cant, the most Inspiring, the
most uplifting of all the days
that dawn.
"Call Me Early."
If you're waking call me early; call me
early, mother dear,
For tomorrow will be Eastor let us hopo
it may be clear
And you know how long It takes me
when 1 wunt to look my best
Ere I finish my complexion and can get
completely dressed. '
There are many Jealous women who will
stare when I appear,
So, It you're waking, call me call mo
early, mother dear.
My hat cost fourteen dollars, marked from
twenty, as you know.
It had been a llttlo damaged. They will
never guess It, though.
They will think I paid the twenty, not a
sluglo penny less,
And their eyes will do some bulging when
1 they see me come, I guess.
The weather man has promised that It
shall be warm and clear.
Therefore, If you're waking, call me call
mo euriy, mother dear.
And my gown and wrapt Oh, mother,
1 they'ro the best I've ever hadl
It the day Is only decant I will be su-,
premely glad. ;
I'll Insist ou being seated near the pulpit,
and I'll smile 1
In a sweet, ' angelic manner as I travel
down tho aisle. .
Get tho cook's alarm clock from her. Set
, it and then keep It near
And be sure to call me early call me
I early, mother dear.
The Old Story.
I know not why It Is, but every year
The story seems more wondrous strange
and new.
I bend above my Illy buds to hear
Them whisper softly what I know is
winter's post:
That spring comes fast;
That life and Joy are bare at kurtl
JVIrs 'Johnson's
5aster Opening
By KATHLEEN DOUGLAS.
, Copyright. W10. by American rreas Asee-
T
HERE! Everything's ready at
last Land o' Goshen, these
Easter openln'o almost take4
i my life! I'm as tired as ax
og. Here comes ole Mis' WllltasM.
' She'll nose everything over. like as Btr
' and then not buy anything ofo (oott
j "How do. Mia' Williams? Anything
In particular I can show you today?
Just want to look around n little? Do!
Here's ono of the latest models
'the festive matron' very chick, ain't
It? Would you like to try it on? Too
( big. do you think? Well, you know
I most of the lints this year aro like at
tarmoblle tires.
"Walk right in. Mis Blmpson. Tlml?
Set right down on that lop. Here, John
ny, take this stool, hnd Lotty can hov
this hassock (hope she won't get orery
thlngstuckupwith that candy). Johnny
came near beln' drowned last month
took an hour to rusticate him? Land
' sakes alive! Well, I've always said chil
dren wuz a sartla care, but nn unsartln
blessln'. You want somethln' plain
1 and dark? How do you like this? No;
that ain't a cat with n fuchsia la Its
mouth; It's nn owl with n rosebud.
, "Good afternoon. Mis' Goodrich.
iYes. a beautiful dny. How well
!yon"re lookln'I My. but you've re-
newed your age this spring! There's
nothlu like workln in the gardlng.
Sallv Tucker married! xou doa't.
say! Well. I am
surprised. She
! was an awful
hand for the boys,
. but 1 tell you
' when a gal sets
' on two stools sho
usually ends by
1 settln' on tho
' floor. Who'd she
1 marry? That art
ist feller? Land,
j he didn't know
; enough to come
! In when it rain
ed, but be did
! paint beautiful
! hens, though I
"TIRT CHICK, AJM'T
rrr
never did caro much for bens, they're
such awful fools, and you know the Bl
! ble says we mustn't have no thin' to do
with fools, I never thought he'd mar
ry, neither; he was so awful la love
! with hlsself It must 'a' seeraed moat
like pcrpetratln' bigamy. Well, a
t man doesn't come off fool's bill till
' he's twenty-five or so, and then some
' times he has to be knocked off. Did
! you know that Ebenezer Cook had
married agaln7 They say he and his
wife used to quarrel somethln' terrl
bul. One day he ris up and said.
We'll divide the bouse.' 'All right.'
aays she: 'we will, .You can hev tho
) outside, and I'll take the Inside.'
"That hat looks awful bandsom' on
you. Mis' Alleu. I thought of yo
when I saw tho model lu Noo York.
Ain't thnt rooster's tall beautiful? So
lifelike! And the cherries nt tho back
is fairly temptln. You wunt to wear
It home? Certainly. Charge it? Oh,
vory well! Goodby.
"My. I'd hate to be married to her
husband. He's so stingy he'd speak In
a whisper if It would savo his voice.
Rut religious! They say wheuever au
evangelist comes to town ole Alleto
wears out tho kuees of his pauts
gettln" religion; but, puckorwoozle, I
guess he wears out the scats of 'em
backslldln' before tho year's out. n
come In here one night and set down
nnd begun groanlti' like. You know
he wears bis hnlr way down ou to
his shoulders. What's his Idee in
tmvln'it long that way, I wonder? Per
haps he thinks wbat'll koep tho cold
...lit l.AA. T.
liRISfAj ?. but if I
was nis wire ra
tnko a pair of
shears and cut it
all off some night.
Well, ho kept or
moanln', and, sea
I, 'What's the.
matter?' 'I don't
kuow,' sez he,
leunln' hla head
on his two hands.
I feel awful
bad. Sometimes
1 think It's re
ligion, sea ho.
"AIN'T THAT ItOOST-
KIl'8 TAIL BEAUT!' 'a U d
sometimes
FUL?"
I think It's
worms.' 'netter take a
big doso of
thoroughwort when you get home,'
I bcz I, 'and find out I alu't got bo
patlenco with a man Ilka that. He's
tho kind Amaudy Tompkins says hain't,
I got ouo redeomln' vice, Coin', Mis' Wfl
I Hams? Looks a little liko rain, but it's
clear overhead. Whnt say? Yob ain't
goln' that way? IIc-lio! Ooodby, My,
but she's awful funny I Did you ever
. V. ... 1 1 -
i near uow auo come oyer inv uvtwr
from Canerdy with an alarm ck
tied up In her bustle? Jtwt as tke
custom bouse orflcer come alee; tb'
alarm west off to beat the band."