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24 1TIE MEDFORD MAIL TRIBUNE, MEDFORD. OREGON, SUNDAY, MARCH 20, ,1910. T BTT -- -- .-. Styles New Spring Correct Furnishings, Stylish Hats and Smart Clothing from the Worlds Besft; Makers No Use Telling JACK'S EASTER. 11KB the domes nnd pinnacles of a city celestial glittered tlio Icy Af range of the Sangre de Crista The valley was sprinkled with "Jris nnd columbine. The breath of spring softly stirred tbv pines in the canyon. Brimstone 'Gutcli awoke to Easter morning ' swnkf with bloodshot eyes and shaky There had been a hot time the night before at Sandy Pete's saloon. But thin morning Sandy Pete, with his eoborr. was busily employed In slick Jag up. for there were to be Easter services held la the place for the first time In the history bf Brimstone Gulch. This was the way of it: The young wife of the superintend ent of tho Lone Star mine, whom every man, woman, child nnd dog in tho camp adored, had ;iaken matters Into f&er own p r o 1 1 y iands. She had Imported a gospel sharp from Denver and bad formed the children W the camp into a chorus and taught them the songs for the day. She bad, moreover, the night leforo Invited the doth Including Hinny of the tough est tmd most protn Incut citizens of SB brimstone Gulch."JACK, V ap to her cottugo ,H'U to hear the rehearsal of the Kaster music. It ull camo back to Huerfano Jack as he lay under the pines this morn lag, tho sceiio of tho ulght beforo the weet, dainty lady In her white gown, the sound of the piano, tho soft lamp light aud tho happy voices of the chil dren ringing out In tho hymn: I've found a friend In Jesus. He's everything to me; lie's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. The Lily of the Valley. In him ulone 1 ee AH 1 need to cleanse and make me fully wholu. The words were set to swinging shisIc, aud all the boys bad whistled the tune as they came down the trail ftw the superintendent's cottage to 'fee saloon. They rang now in Huerfano Jack's fcead. Cattle thief, desperado, mur erer as be was, ho was trying to bum -them: He's the Lily of the Valley, The bright nnd morning star, the fairest of ten thousand to roy souL The Lily of tho Valley sho had the Mora full of tho flowers the night be ; the were them pu her breast; she - 4 iHiittuiltlttmiltMUtMOMtt Our Suits Range in Price lO.oo TT I J What to do TOGGERY BILL gave a spray to each one of tho "boys as they came away. Huerfano Jack turned suddenly and pressed bis fierce, scarred face against a withered clus ter of the tiny white bells plnhed on his rough corduroy Jacket. A rustle In the pines; a pallid, ter rified face peering down at him. "For God's sake. Jack, bump yourselfl" whispered Monte Jim. "BUI Wilcox, the sheriff from Pueblo, and two of his deputies ure after you for that business In Trinidad. Get'acrbss the gulch If you can and loso yourself cn the other side of the range. Run llko mad I" It was just at the moment that the superintendent and his wife walked , toward the open rz KJ door of the saloon, guest from Denver, that Bill Wilcox fired at the skulk ing figure In tho pines closo by. Huerfano Jack ran forward a few . steps, threw up his ' hands, turned! around and fell at the feet of the , lady. Sho bc r oa m ed ! once aud then sank I on her knees be-j side him, taking i bis bead on her arm and trying hi vain to stanch the , WITH DIVINE I'lTY. blood from the great bole in bis breast i with her dainty handkerchief. j "Oh. poor man poor man!" sho sob-! bed. "Oh. why did you kill blm?" sho asked as BUI Wilcox came up, hlsj revolver yet smoking and his bulldog faco white and stern. 1 But beforo the sheriff could answer! Huerfano Jack spoke in a singularly clear nnd furreaching voice; "Because I am a thief and murderer, But, mls-j prnhlft Aim tnt I n m vnii. lnilv hnvn t Ft --- ' rf I " . ' , given mo the only happiness I have ever known " His glazing eyes sought the lovely face fllled with dlvlno pity bending over him. Perhaps sho read tho peti-j tlon lu those dying eyes. i She unfastened tho lilies in her gown ! nnd gently laid them over his bleeding . . ureiisi. Tho voices of tho children rang out from their final Easter rehearsal ln tbe saloon: , He's the Lily of the Valley, , The bright and morning star Huerfano Jack sraJIed. "Tbe lily of the valley," ho murmured. His bands suddenly closed tensely. over tho flowers on his heart He's the Lily of the Valley, In him alone I see All 1 need to cleanse and make me fully whole, came tho sweet, childish voices from the saloon. Simplicity Is, of all things, tbe bard rst to be copied. Steele, and along to THE EASTER LILY THE Uly Is regarded as a saint among flowers, und tbe reason lilies are so largely used hi the decoration of churches is not only because they are tbe most perfect of floral types, but because of their symbolic meaning. One beautiful old belief about tbe Uly relates that the candidates for the Virgin Mary's hand After having sought the Lord's blessing each left his own staff In tbe temple in tbe evening. Tbe next rooming tbo dry rod of Joseph was found green aud blossomed with Illy flowers. Another pretty legend Is that Mary on her way to the temple plucked a Uly, and upon pressing It to her breast it became white. "Lily of the Virgin," "Madonna flower" and several other mystical names were giveu to tbo Uly and have reference to this legend. A German belief points to tbe Hnrz mountains as the birthplace of the whiro lilv. a honutiful cirl named Alice was carried off by a wicked cr and more triumphant pealed tho lord Just as he reached bis castlo ( bells they rang out the glad mcs the guardian spirit of tbe place wrest-, "B. the bills, putting on their ed tbe girl from bis arms. Ou the place , D"v green, ecuoea Dae; -unrist is touched by the feet of this Innocent rtseu- Do Is risen from tho dead." maid sprang the white Illy. This story Tn0 French army heard tho sounds Is believed by tbe peasant of tho : f rejoicing, and Massena concluded Harz mountains, nnd every year hum i tD(?re could be but one reason for It drcds of them make a pilgrimage to J Uc wns 8Uro that tho Austrian army tho castle to behold tho dazzling beau-1 nQd arrived In the night ty of tbo flower that flourishes there, j Do ordered his men to break up Another German legend runs this , camp, and almost beforo the bells bad way and relates to the "red" Uly: ceased rlnglng-long before Easter Once tbe garden of Getbsemnue was services were over-the French army full of flowers of all kinds and among , wns orderly retreat them none so lovely as tbo splendid ' ny noon nt tent not a aoldler. Illy, with her clustering bells proudly DOt 0 glittering buyonet. was to bo upright It was evening, and the , Bcen on the heights abovo Feldklrch. Lord came to walk In his garden. As i Boston Globe, ho passed along each flower bowed mm, wuv ..v.. .... - - - - 111 v her hauL'titv head remained erect before him. nut wnen no came 10 me defiant lu her conscious beauty. Tbo Lord paused and looked at her for i second. She braved the miiu eye or reproof, then slowly bent her head, while blushes swept over bur. Still the Lord's gaze rested on bnr. Lower sank ber bead, deeper burned her crimson, then tear after tear welled f.i Hit, .na At fill. th. Lord passed on. When morning came all the flowers lifted their bends all but tbo Illy, that once was white queen among them. Her head remain ed bowed In shame. To this day she blushes over her sin of vanity, and tho clear crystal tears of repentanco still Bway In tbe cups of tbo flower that refused to bend before the Lord. An Easter Miracle. It was in tbe year 17DU, when tho armies of Napoleon were passing over tbe continent of Europe and conquer ing all that came in their way, .It ws Easer morning, and thesun from 5.oo (Always in Earnest) shone "brightly on "PcliBTlrcb, a llttlo town sltuuted oo the ill river, Just within the borders of Austria. The III flows into the ithine. Quite early oo this morning there , suddenly appeared on tho heights above the town to the west tho glit tering yreapons of 18.000 French sol diers, tbe division under tho command of General Mnssona. Thcro was a hasty assembling of tho town council, and It was decided f that a deputation bo sent to Masaena wuu wis Keys oi mo lowu auu a peu Uon for mercy. In tho midst of all tho confusion of the hurrying to and fro and tho anx ious consultation tbe old dean of tho church stood up serene as waa the morning, with no thought of fear In his brave Christian heart "It is Easter day," he said. "Wo , have been reckoning on our own , strength, nnd it is but weakness. Let us ring tbe bells and have servlco as usnal. We will leave our troubles in the bands of tbe Illghor Power." ooon from all tbo church spires of Feldklrcb tbo bells rang out Joyously. streets uccame tnrongea wun wor shipers on their way to church. Loud- rm Blftd that Eaer Hundaya here." "i in kibu mat taller Hu Bald Mrs. Henry cirov. j " uonnet now and other gear - A w ,,"D EES j My hymn or praiae nnd prayer, , For when my toilot is displayed ; ,,ow Ml ,,,,t w' roi J i hate thut horrid Mrs. Brown, j with all her quirks and smiles, i Of..6'1 'hmeri in the town ' ... . -I--'."" Bhe bought her honnet 'way last spring And wears It now ror new. And as for that old Thompson thing, 1 vow 1 hate her tool "I heir Mlis Jonts, the cross eyed cat Has bought a new pekay And terra cotta f'arl hat To wear to church today. And Helen White tin got a dress They say Is Just divine. Come, Mr. Uray, and do you guess It's half as sweet as miner The.'e go those awful Billings girls. They nalnt and nnur.i.r ina. j They pad and wear cheap bangs and curia, iney oo i anow mey doi you needn't laugh. I boldly say And stake my honor on It I'll paralyze them ell today With my new dress and bonnetl" ALLOW IIS TO FURNISH YOU ESTIMATES & Wo can furnish you with the most pori'ofi plans give you correct nioncy sa'ing cKtiniates and specifications and will conduct building opcraii'"s promptly and satisfactorily. Host of S cattle references. Our operations amounted to over $1100,000 last year. Architects and Builders In Every Meaning of the Word JOHNS & TURNER I OFFICE OVER NICHOLSON HARDWARE COMPANY. Pinched Plums. The mlstrcHH of the iiKithemnttcnl cIiihm wns mnthoniiiil.liitr for her iiiuili eiiiiiik'ttl ptipllH, while Vi- iiiathennit leal pupils wen Inwardly iiuitliiMimiU lug iiiiithoniiitlt'H. 'Now, HiippoHo," Hii hi Hie inlMiri'HM. "I had a pound of pliinm"- At which point It m i tincil In lu i how much butter hIic could IIIumiihIc her example to wr ynulhfiil eliiiiucs If she nully liiul u pound of So "Mary," hIic said to u irlrl of right "heru'H ui.vpoiicii. Oo nut and get nn1 a pound of pluiux. And iih I'm going to give them in the end to the gin who gets tho mum right llrnl he hiuv before you buy (hum you pinch one or two JiiHt to hi.'o that they ure whole some." A few inlriiitcH mid Mary liml return ed. With lliiHlied faco nnd ti'luniiliiiiit eycH xhn npproiiclied the tencher'K di'Hlt ns ono worthy of commendation ami plumped down n bug of plums and the sixpence. "There, mum!" sho mid. "I pinched ono or two, us you told me, nnd when tho man wasn't looking I pinched the blessed lot!" London Answers, Muilo Writing Made Easy, Mllo, Hullo was In tbo eighteenth century tbo most accomplished and fascinating ballctouso at tho famous French Opera. In addition to her oth- M Iff wttfi extraordinary article wldll mi' depth of oxpnmHloii. Klin once inn II (led to Itiiineim, tho uoter hiuhIcI mi that her ardent wish wiih to be utile to compoHu ami united him to give her a few lesHoim lu the art. "Nothing eaw ler lu the world," Itaineaii gallantly replied. He handed her a sheet of per ruled for tiniNle and asked her I take her valuablu hreastptu and pildi holes lu tho IIiich whernyoi'Hhe tin tiglo proper. After the lady had cniiipleifd her tiiHl; Ilaiiiemi took the ulieet of pa per, turned each puuetuiv Into a note, determined lta length, selected 11 suita ble key, and tho thing was done. Thin roiuarlmhle compoHltlou turned out a lively piece of ilanco tannic, wlihli wna afterward entitled "Leu Bauvagei. Daim Ich IndeH CnlniiteH" and wiih popular lu Franco for a great number of years, Macaulay as a Child. Thomas Iiubliigtou Macaulay should perhaps have ranked with the uni versal goulUHCH, but It Is truo that his prococloiiH gift was largely In tbo di rection of literature. He reud Inces santly from the ago of three, At hovgii ho had composed a very fair com jHixllum of unlvcrmil history from the creation to 1800. At eight ho had written a treatise destined to convert tbo natlvea of Malabar to Christianity. As a recreation from this weighty work bo wrote lu the name year a ro - - - PLANS mance Tn TFio stylo of ftcott lu tliroo cantos, entitled "The llattlu of Chcv loU' A little later came a long poem on tho history of Olaf Magnus and it vimt pile of blank verso untitled "Fin-gul-A I'oem In Twulvo Hooks." Hut ho disliked mathematics and did not pass his examinations n that subject, tlnm Htmidlug out among all child prodigies. 1 1 In nioinory was such that ho literally never could forget any thing mid after twenty years could repeat lilla of poetry read only onco. Her One Wish. Tho wandering peddler stopped nt the southern cabin and opened his imclt. "Mammy, let mo show1 you uotuo ueir raising uiuhrelhiH," ho began, "No uho, iiuiii. no uho," Interrupted tho old colored woiuuu as sho busied herself about tho pot of clothos. "Oyiutt uho nullln lak tint." "How about self wising window shades?" "No good hoiib, kaso doh nin't no wludows wuth tnlkln about." "Solf raising buckwheat?" "No good to mo wo cat conn pono. Dut, mlsterl" "Woll, mitinmy?" "If yo'll tell mo how to tubn deso hcah fohtccn bnd chlllun Into self raising pickaninnies Ab'll bo yo' friend foil life, dnt Ah will, HUli."-Oh!cugo Nows.
