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"A queer young woman," muttered
Reuben, as he walked to the front door
and let himself out of the house. He
droTe into the city of Worcester with
bia face irraver and more thoughtful than
he had driven away from it that morn
ing although he had foreseen much of
the result of his Journey, and had pre
pared for it. He should remember com
ing to Worcester again to' the last day of
his life. It was a new beginning; even
In the rain last night he had stepped from
the commonplace to a something like ro
mance, but he had forgotten the Brat In
cident of his arrival until he was in Mud
dleton's coffee room, and the waiter was
leaning across the white cloth toward
"Beg pardon, but he's been the young
man who helped to carry the luggage last
Light for you.
"Has she?" said Reuben.
"Yes, sir. And be said that he thought
half a crown a precious little, consider
ing how he had spoiled his things with
your trunk. The infernal trunk, he call'
ed it, along with other names."
"She aid that?"
"He tried it on very hard for another
shilling, but I told that I had my orders
from yon direct, and could not afford to
advance, and that it was like his impu
dence to come at all. I said that, nir,"
added the waiter, deferentially, "because
he got awful saucy, and we had to put
him out of the house. His langwidgf, sir,
"What kind of a man was he?" asked
Reuben Culwick. "A womanish kind of
face with big eyes black eyes?"
"Oh, no, sir not a bit womanish. He
was as full of pock-marks as a cribbuge
board, and his eyes were particularly
"Very good or, rather, very bad,"
.aid Reuben Culwick; "half a crown
poorer, and the man has got the money
instead of the woman.
Indeed, sir yes, sir, and the waiter
departed. Outside the door he tapped
bis forehead significantly, and jerked his
thumb over his shoulder in the direction
of the room he had quitted this for the
Instruction or amusement of another
Waiter coming downstairs.
"Mad as a March hare, Bob," he aid,
"Who?" said Bob.
"That's young Culwick, ain't It?"
"Oh! he always was a rum 'un."
Reuben Culwick had an early dinner
t Muddleton's. After dinner he spent
ome time poring over a time table, and
Anally rang the bell.
"I shall want my luggage taken to the
tation this afternoon," he said to the
waiter who had doubted bis sanity.- "J
wish to catch the 5:15 train for London."
After he had defrayed the expenses of
bis board and lodging at Muddleton's be
at with his hands in his pockets, con
sidering many things of grave perpl-x-Ity.
The waiter left him when busi
ness took him into the coffee room again,
number forty-eight was laughing to him
self. Just as lunatics of cheerful frame
of mind, or of no mind at all, are in the
babit of doing.
"Why shouldn't I?" Reuben Culwick
aid to himself; "I shall not have another
chance she's one of the family I may
never see Worcester again."
He beckoned the waiter to him.
"The St. Oswald Almshouse are at
the top of Foregate street, are they not?"
"Yes, sir in the Tithing."
"Ah! the Tithing. 1 have been so long
way that I forget names and places
everything but injuries," he muttered.
He did not go direct to the Tithing, but
wandered round the cathedral and stroll
ed to the bridge, over which he looked
at the Severn, and where he hesitated
"What is the use? I shall only hear
the recital of her grievances, real and
Imaginary disturb her and myself feel
myself in the way, and leave her none the
happier. What's the use of my going,
after all? I am as helpless, poor aud
blind as she is."
He did not see the use of it In the
sluggish waters that flowed on beneath
the arch of the bridge, and at which he
ftzed so steadfastly he had even turn
ed away as from an unthankful task, of
which the river warned him, when sec
ond impulse set him with his face from
the railway, and took him with rapid
strides In the direction upon which he
bad first resolved. The church clocks
were striking three when he paused at
the gateway which opened upon the in
ner quadrangle of St. Oswald. The doors
of some of the almshouses were open, and
t one of them was a faint sign of life
In the form of a young woman, poorly
but neatly clad in a black and white
triped cotton dress, who was sitting
with her elbows planted on her knees,
her hands supporting her temples, find
her face bent close over a book that
lay upon her lap. As Reuben advanced,
he saw that the watcher on the threshold
bad tired of her volume, and closed her
"Can yon tell me where "
Reuben Culwick paused In his In
quiry, for the white, pinched face, and
the big black eyes were the face m;d
yes of the strange girl who had volun
teered to carry his luggage lust night,
and collapsed by the way. He could
not be mistaken; he had looked too anx
iously at her as she lay In her swoon to
be deceived, despite her feminine guise
t this crisis, and the taller woman that
he looked in it.
The big black eyes blinked like a cat's
In the sun, aud the lashes quivered In
unison, but then he hud awakened her
from slumber, and tnere was no sign of
recognition on her countenance. There
wa a certain amount of contraction of
the eyebrows, that might have indicated
half scowl at the traveler for waking
ber thus unceremoniously.
"Do yon know me?" Reuben said,
changing his tone and question.
"No," was the slow reply; "I't lever
seen you before."
"Not at Worcester station, at ten
o'clock last night, when you helped me
with heavy portmanteau that I was
elfish enough to let you carry for me?"
"I help you with portmanteau f said
the girl, coffliiRly, "at Worcester sta
tion! Yes, that's very likely."
"It was you," said Reuhen, ternly,
s he continued to stare at her, and the
girl's cool denial of the fact began to ag
gravate him; "why do you tell me that it
The young woman did not answer read
ily. She rose to her feet a tall, sngular
firl, smitten sorely by poverty and lean
ed against the door post, peering at ber
questioner, with her brow still contract
ed. "Why should I help youf she ! at
last; "can't you help yourself V
"You fainted away: you were weak,
nd gave op. Why deny this?"
"I don't know what you are talking
about," wai the sullen answer.
The girl was turning away, as if with
the intention of passing into the house,
when Reuben remembered the object of
"Will you tell me, please, in which of
these small establishments resides Sarah
Eastbell?" he asked.
The girl paused, and then swung her
self rapidly round and faced him.
"What next?" she cried angrily, "and
what's next after that?" she added; "I'm
Sarah Eastbell, and if you have any
thing to say against me say it. I'm not
aphumed -of my name; I never was I
never did anything wrong in my life
now, then, what is it that you want?"
"You are Sarah Eastbell!" said Ren
ben, with a new interest sssertlng Itself;
"then you are no, you can't be," add.'d
our hero, exhibiting again that incoher
ence which had already bewildered the
waiter at Muddleton's.
"Will you tell me what you want
here?" asked Miss Eastbell, peremptor
ily. "I want to see an older lady than your
self, of the same name, and residing, I
believe, in one of these almshouses.'
"Oh, indeed what for?" was the cau
"A. friendly call that's all," answered
"My grandmother is not well enough to
"She will see me," replied Reuben Cul
wick. The statement concerning Mrs. Eust
bell's idiosyncrasies was destined never
to be completed, for short, sharp
"Sarah!" in an excrutlatingly high key,
that was like the twang of a wire, and
left a humming sound in Reuben's ears,
came from an inner, room on the left
hand side of the doorway.
"Coming!" said the tall girl, and she
disappeared at once, and left Mr. Cul
wick on the threshold, half resolved to
follow her, and before Reuben was pre
pared for her reappearance she was
standing in the doorway again.
"You can come in," said the girl sul
lenly. She led the way to small room, scru
pulously clean, with a bed in the center
of the room, and an old woman in the
center of the bed. There was nothing
to be seen of Mrs. Eastbell but her face,
and a grim, yellow, parchment face it
was, cut up by a hundred wrinkles.
"Well, sir," said the head 'above the
sheets, "will yon please to state what
business you have with old Sarah East
bell, who has been past business for the
last ten years?"
It was erlsp and not wholly shrill
voice, now that it had dropped an octave
or two. The visitor walked to the bed
side, sat down in rush-bottomed chair
that was there, and looked hard at her.
"When I saw yon last you were a
hustling little woman, carrying your years
well," said Reuben Culwick tenderly; "I
am sorry to find on old friend brought
down as low as this."
"It can't be Reuben, can It?" she
"Yes it can."
"Now to think of that, after these
years and here!" said Mrs. Eastbell.
"That's kind of you, Rett; I'm very
glad," and the old lady fought hard with
the sheets, and got a thin, yellow hand
above the bedclothes, and extended it In
the direction of her nephew, laughing In
an odd chuckling way that portended fu
ture hysterics, if she were not careful.
Reuben shook the hand in his, and the
girl stood by the mantelpiece, watching
the greeting furtively.
"What made you think of me?" said
the old woman, after a moment's pause.
"I came to Worcester last night; I
heard this morning for the first time that
you were here."
"Who told you?"
"You are frienda, then? He has for
given you?" she said,
"Ah! he will presently," said Mrs.
Eastbell, with an easy confidence; "there
are many good points about my brother
Simon, and it is only a question of time.
All things come round In time, Reu even
good luck. That's what I often tell our
. Sally winced suddenly at this introduc
tion of ber nam into the discourse, and
Reuben looked across bis prostrate rela
tive toward the young attendant, who
drew pattern on the floor with the point
of her boot, and did not return his
"Some day Simon will walk in here
Just as you have done and say how srr
ry he Is for all the past," said the old
woman; "sometimes I lie awake fancy
ing I can hear his footsteps coming across
the paved yard toward me."
"I would not build upon his offering
you any help," said Reuben Culwick.
"1 don't want any help. Eight oliil
llngs a week keeps more life in me tlinu
I know what to do with. I'm very hap.
py, though it's an awful place for flies.
Sally does a little work when she can
get it, aud is a dear, kind nurse, who
never tires of me. She'll read the" Bible
half the day to me, when I'm too ill to
run about much a good girl, Sally!"
"I am very glad to hear it," answered
He would not have dispelled the old
womau's faith in her granddaughter by a
word by any question hinging on last
night's mystery or to-day's prevaricatton.
This was a woman who had faith in ev
erybody, and extracted happiness even
from an almshouse in a shady corner of
"When I am gone, I should like some
body to get Sally a good ptace you don't
know any one who wanta an honest,
hard-working, truthful girl?"
"Not at present," said Reuben, glanc
ing across at Sarah Eastbell again, who
was still tracing hieroglyphics on the
floor. She looked up this time as he re
plied to her grandmother, and shrugged
her shoulders either at the old woman's
criticism or at the wild idea of her being
indebted to him for ber future position
"Will she be wholly slone In the world
some day?" asked Reuben Culwick, in
quisitively. "She baa not friend h will make
plenty, of course, but she has them to
"My cousin Mark was her father, then.
Is he "
"Yes he's dead. Bo's his wife. They
were worthy couple, but they were
very unlucky, and so better out of the
world than In It," (aid the grandmother,
"when they died last year I offered Sally
part of my home, aud coy sister tried to
do something for Tom, but he went to
"Does Sarah sleep here live with you
"Yes," answered the old woman; "it's
very selfish of me to keep her to myself,
but, please the Lord, It will not last a
great while longer. She' young she's
industrious, and will be always able to
get ber living, anywhere; and tf you bear
of anything tknt will suit her, yon will
bear her in mind, Reuben?"
"I shall not forget her," said Reuben,
"She shall come and tell you when I'm
gone, if you let me know where you
live," added Mrs. Eastbell, in brisk,
business-like manner; "it is as well to
arrange these little matters."
"I live at Hop Lodge, Hope street,
"That's right, Reu always lire In
Hope, my lad."
It was a feeble Joke, which nobody ap
preciated but this light-hearted old blind
woman, and she appreciated it for the
three of them, and lay chuckling over it
until it nearly choked her.
"I am going now," said Reuben Cul
wick, stooping over her; "good-by, ftunt."
"Good-by, lad; thank you for a visit
which will cheer me up for days; and
think of something for my Sally, if you
How strongly impressed that snllcn
girl by the fireplace was on the old wom
an's mind he did not entirely compre
hend until this last moment of their meet
ing. "Grandmother!" said Sarah the young
er, deprecatingly; but Mrs. Eastbell went
on, the thin bony band clinging to ber
"She's everything to me, but I wouldn't
mind parting with her at once to-morrow,
if you should hear of a decent situa
tion for her. Anybody can mind me, tmd
I don't want to stop the way to her ad
vancement. She's clever at her needle;
she reads well; she's quick at figures; in
any tradesinan'a shop, now, she's be very
handy and she's only seventeen So
young, Reu, to be alone in the world
after I am gone!"
"Yes," said Reuben, "so young!"
So young, and so willful and deceptive,
ho thought also, after he had parted
with his aunt and said "Good-day" to
Sarah Eastbell; and walked Into the
little square court yard, where the rain
had begun to patter briskly, as though
there had been no wet weathef for weeks,
and it was coming down to make up for
(To be continued.)
WOLVES EAT A RAILROAD.
The Hungry Beasts Pevonred the
About 1872 one of the first railroads
of the Northwest was built In the Ter
ritory of Washington, from Walla
Walla to Wallula, along the banks of
the Walla Walla River, and following
the general line of what Is now the
Oregon Railway and Navigation Com
pany's road between those points, says
C. F. Oliver, In Recreation.
The road was a primitive affair, and
was built, owned and operated by Dr.
Baker, of Walla Walla. It had no
Pullman cars, chair cars or buffet cars,
and the day coaches were mostly plat
form or flat cars. Instead of having a
right of way the road had permission
to go through the fields of the farmers,
consequently the road wag not a rapid
transit one, as the train hands had to
get off and lay down the rail fences
and put thorn, up again, after the train
had passed through, says the Anaconda
The roadbed was constructed by lay
lng cross ties six or eight feet apart,
and on those laying wooden stringers
for rails. The heavy traffic tjver the
road caused the rails to wear In spots
so that train wrecks and smashups
were of dally occurrence. These were
not serious, for when the train crew
saw a wreck coming their way they
would hop off and let It wreck.
The annoyances, however, soon be
came detrimental to the Interests of
shippers, so the owner bad to devise
some means of overcoming the diffi
culty. Ralls of standard railroad Iron
were out of the question, they had to
be shipped "the Horn around," and
freighted by wagon quite a distance,
and strap Iron could not be had, and
the doctor, with Yankee shrewdness,
finally hit upon the happy idea1 of sub
stituting rawhide for strap Iron. Cat
tle were plentiful and rawhide cheap,
so the doctor soon had his tracklayers
at work putting the rawhide on the
wooden stringers. The rawhide soon
became dry and as bard as iron and
answered the purpose admirably dur
ing the dry weather.
The winter succeeding the laying of
the rawhide track was a severe one for
that part of the country, The snow lay
on the ground for several weeks. The
wolves were driven from the moun
tains by the deep snow and skirmish
ed for a living as best they could in
the valleys. When the snow began to
melt It softened the rawhide and the
hungry wolves soon found the tracks.
When spring came and the snow had
melted the wolves had eaten up the
railroad track from Walla Walla to
A Youthful Estimate.
"Now," said the Sunday school teach
er, in her most winning tones, "which
little boy can tell me about the still
small voice that is within us?"
"Please'm," said the freckled boy at
the end of the seat, "my uncle hag one."
"Yes'm. He's a ventriloquist" Bal
Best of Reasons
The Summer Girl (to htr companion)
What do you suppose It Is, dearest,
that makes the sea murmur so?
Testy Old Gentleman Behind (who
has encountered, a mooning couple In
every secluded nook along the shore)
Great Scott! Miss, you'd murmur If
you had to listen to all the sentimental
nonsense the sea bears.
Mrs. Newed I find my lessons in
lireadmaklng have saved us a lot of
Mrs. Totts But I thought you could
not eat it, you said
Mrs, Newed We don't; but I make
playthings for the baby out of It, and
they never break or wear out. Tld
Bits. About the Pa me Thing.
"Do yon think that our civilisation
tends to lengthen men's lives?"
"I don't know about that." answered
the practical man. "but with rh in.
creased facilities for travel and com
munication a man can come pretty near
living twice as much In a given space
of time as be used to." Washington
Her View of It.
"Yon must think I'm a fool," be ex
claimed. "You flatter yourself," she replied.
Flowery speeches do not always Indi
cate budding genius.
0UH BUDGET OF FUN.
HUMOROUS SAYINGS AND DO
INGS HERE AND THERE,
Joke and JokeleU that Are Supposed
to Have Been Recently Born-Sayings
and Doings that Are Old, Curious and
Laughable-The Week's Humor.
Mrs. De Flat Have you anything,
new In folding beds?
Dealer Only this, madam, and It
real'y Is quite a success. On arising
In the morning you touch a spring, and
It turns Into a washstand and bath
tub. After your bath you touch an
other spring, and it becomes a dress
ing case, with a French plate mirror.
If you breakfast In your room, a slight
pressure will transform It into an ex
tension table. After breakfast, you
press these three buttons at once, and
yon hiive an upright piano. That's all
it will do, except that when you die it
can be changed Into a rosewood coffin."
Bams Old Grind,
Gyer Gotrox used to make hay and
water stock on a New England farm
when he was a boy.
Myer What's he doing now?
Gyer The same thing in Wall
street . ,:
To lie Sure,
Mrs. Tarvenue Why didn't you
come when I rang?
The Butler Because I didn't hear
the bell, ma'am.
Mrs. Farvenue After this when I
ring and you don't hear the bell come
and tell me so, .
His Account Hook.
A firm of masons in an "Irish town
employ a hod carrier whose novel
method of keeping account of his time
was brought to light lately by a queer
circumstance. He went one evening to
bis employer's home with the sad in
telligence that he had lost his account
book. He said that the pigs had un
fortunately got in and eaten It up.
"What ort of an account book did
you keep?" asked his employer.
"Why, I had an empty barrel, and
when I worked a whole day I put in a
potato, and when half a day half a
potato, and the pigs ate them all en
tirely." Pearsou'g Weekly.
A Boston Intellectual.
Hunter You look . pleased about
Dumley I have reason to, I've just
thought of a Jolly good answer to a
conundrum. If I could only thiuk of
a conundrum to fit it, by George, I
believe I'd send It to the papers. Bos
The Popular Actress.
"Dolly Footlights, the soubrette, cel
ebrated her sliver wedding yesterday."
"What? She's not old enough to
have been married twenty-five years."
"Oh, certainly not. She was married
for the twenty-fifth time yesterday."
Drawing the Line,
American Duchess There Is a re
port current that you married me for
English Duke Well, I hope you will
not contradict it.
American Duchess Why not, prny?
English Duke I don't want my
friends to think I'm a hopeless Idiot.
Little Girl Do you stutter all the
Little Boy N-n-n-n-no, only when I
Mrs. Illttle You don't mean that
Mary Elder Is married at last! Why,
she. must be forty at least!
Mrs. Twist The man she married
got her at a bargain. She was marked
down to thirty-five Boston Transcript
Mrs. Homer John. If Mrs. Nelirhhora
get a new sealskin sack this winter I
must nave one also.
Homer Well don't worry about It.
dear. Neighbors and I formed a pro
tective tinlon to-day, and neither of
you Is to have one.
Ought to Do for Her.
She (after landing him) And. dear.
am I the first girl you ever loved?
He Well, you re the last That
csj'at to be sufficient
"She ain't it borne sor," said the new
maid, returning from the floor above.
"Are you sure of that?" demanded
Mr. D Trop suspiciously.
"Faith, 01 am not but she seem to
be." Philadelphia Fres
Not a Good Turn.
"If I ran against $10,000 It would
turn my bead."
"I ran against $10,000 one and It
came near turning my bead all the
"Too don't aayr
"Tea, R wis in the shape of a tour
ing car tad it twisted my neck,"
Those Prolonged Good-Nights.
The old man was very angry.
I "That young man who visits my
daughter stays too late," he growled.
"But you said he remained only two
I hours In the parlor," spoke the friend,
"Yes, two hours In the parlor, twen
' ty minutes in the hallway, fifteen In
, the vestibule and ten on the front
"Here is a nice article for carrying
bundles," said the clerk, displaying the
"Oh, I have a bundle carrier," re
sponded the stern woman.
"What kind, may I ask?"
- Horaeleaa Variety.
Ernie Why does Edna look go blue
Ida A coach.
Ernie Did her father refuse to buy
Ida Oh, no; this Is a football coach.
He went back on her.
Hla Little Joke.
"Romeo was Ideal," said the maiden
who loved romance.
"I don't think so much of him,"
chuckled the youth who had witnessed
the balcony scene; "I think he wag a
"What are you doing with your band
In my pockets?" demanded the man
who had been gazing In the' shop, win
dow. "Why, sir," whined the crook, "der
ain't no pockets In dese trousers an'
me hands are cold."
Bnmmlng Them Up.
Osteoid The teacher said I may
some day be President of the United
Pa Well, what do you think the rent
of the boys will be?
Ostend Oh, I guess they'll b the
cranks that annoy the President
About the else of It.
He A woman would rather talk
She Well, that depends.
He Depends on what?
She Whether or not a man is mak
ing her a proposal.
Asked and Answered.
"Is there any way to make a woman
stop talking?" asked the newly mar
"Yes," answered the home-grown
Rage, "but somehow a man hates to
hit a woman with an ax."
Plausable Theory. .
Toindix In England the bride's
dowry Is called a dot. I wonder why?
Hojax Oh, probably because It puts
a stop to the financial troubles of the
masculine half of the combine.
He Called Him Down-
Mr. Kousty So you want to be my
Charley Well, I'm not so partlcu
lar about that All I want la to mar
ry your daughter.
Rnbblng It In.
"Yes," said the Englishman who
had Immigrated some years ago, "I
dearly love the mother country."
"You certainly did old England a
great favor," rejoined the home-grown
"What was that?" queried the Eng
lishman. "You didn't stay there," answered
Preparing for Winter.
"I want half a dozen coal scuttles."
said" the lady who lets furnished rooms.
"Wlmt size, madam 7' asked the
"Oh er about three pints,." she re-
Cause and Kffect. ,
Citizen How can you be tired when
you are doing nothing?
Tramp I reckon It's 'cause dere's
so much uv it tor do.
"This Is a tough old world." remark
ed the anvil In the blacksmith's shop.
'I get nothing but hard knocks all day
"Right you are," replied the bellows.
"I'm always hard pressed to rnlse t'ae
Smith Brown is painfully hard up
Jones Did he lose his job?
Smith Oh, no; the boss raised his
salary last month, and his wife is try
ing to live up to it.
Fretty Daughter So you don't like
Her Father No. He appears to be
capable of nothing.
Pretty Daughter But what objec
tion have you to George?
Her Father Oh, he's worse than
Tom. He strikes me as being capable
There Was Enough to Lick.
Daniel Le Roy Dresser, the former
president of the Trust Company of the
Republic, sometimes tells of an Inter
esting Irishman, Patrick O'Malley, who
worked In the garden of his father.
"Pat once caught," Mr. Dresser said
the other day, "a boy stealing apples
In my father's garden. He seized the
boy by the collar, took up a stick and
prepared to flog him. The little fel
low kicked, squirmed and bellowed.
" Oh, Mister,' he bowled, "don't do
nothing to me, sir. I'm not to blame
" 'Why are yon not to blame? said
Pat holding his hand a moment
"'Folks say I'm not all there,' re
plied the boy.
"'Well. said Patrick, 1 can't help
that I'll just Uck what there Is of
Knew His Mas Too Well.
Bunker Old man, can you lend me
A hundred until next Thursday
Hill I'm sorry, old man, but I've
got to meet a note next Friday. De
troit Free Press.
Four-fifths of the Irish immigrants
arriving In New York are young wom
en between the ages of 17 and 20.
Fort Snelllng, at the Junction of the
Minnesota and Mississippi Rivers, will
be preserved by the War Department
aa an Interesting ruin.
Prof. Braun of the University of
Strasburg has undertaken to beat
room In Munich by a flashlight In
Nuremberg, which Is one hundred
The trolley car Is not drawn or push
ed by the electric current at all, but Is
lifted again aud again' by the attrac
tion of magnets for the armature colls
of the motor.
The home of Samuel Dove, an ex
slave who is more than one hundred
years old, was sold recently at Utlca,
N. Y., under mortgage foreclosure pro
ceedings to satisfy an Indebtedness
which Dove contracted to secure the
freedom of his son nearly half a cen
The most marvelous of all rocking
stones is that of the island of Cepha
lonla, off the coast of Greece. This Is
a great rock, about a rod square, In
the edge of the sea, and it Is In per-
Ipetual motion, alternately touching the
land and receding from It about twenty
times a minute. The regular oscilla
tions of this natural pendulum are un
affected by calms or by tempestuous
sens that break completely over It
The -weight of ten persons did not per
ceptibly change Its rate of motion, aud
when an English captain attempted to
drag It away the oscillations snapped
his chains like thread.
Eight vegetables, new to this coun
try, are being cultivated in the Govern
ment experiment stations with refer
ence to Introducing them to the truck
gardeners. They are described as fol
lows: A European okra of giant pro
portions Is a very valuable starch pro
ducer. From Mexico is a pepper large
ly used in that country, and a husk
tomato, which makes delicious sweet
pickles. A decorative and medicinal
Tine is a cucumber, also Mexican,
which distributes Its seeds broadly
when ripe, by violently exploding.
Chevrll, a sedge-like plant from Eu
rope, produces a tuber of hazlenut size,
which, eaten raw, tastes like coeoanut.
The Indian basella, a vine, has blos
soms like an arbutus, and fruit like a
FASHION HINT8 FROM FLOWERS
What a Woman Can Lenrn In Dress by
Mndying the Field.
What can a woman learn In dress
from the flowers? Can the lilies of the
field teach her the principles of beauty
In color, line and form that she may
be arrayed as they?
The woman who plans her own
gowns and has the artistic sense will
find abundant suggestion In the colors,
shades and harmonious blendlugs of
the flowers. Of course, in some of the
freak blossoms Into which florists now
adays delight to distort nature, com
binations of color may be found as in
harmonious as It Is possible to Imagine.
Discretion, too, Is eminently necessary.
Nature throws masses of color togeth
er promiscuously and then blends and
softens them by various effects of the
atmosphere. Many a flower looks
beautiful nodding In Its native haunt
surrounded by masses of foliage,
which, If taken In the hand and exam
ined by Itself, would be found most
crude in coloring. Much of the suc
cess of such a plan would depend upon
a woman's ability to produce the whole
effect of any flower In her gown. The
untrained eye looking at the rose will
see pink. The eye of the artist look
ing at the same Sower will see a varie
ty of colors grays and pnrples, whites
and pinks. These are the colors, not
Just plain pink, with which he must
produce tho rose upon his canvas.
There are, however, never more than
two positive colors In any flower. This
teaches a valuable lesson, a woman
should never have more than two posi
tive colors In ber costumes. There Is
something also In the Idea that large
women would do well to copy their
costumes from the larger flowers. Such
dowers the tulip, poppy, etc. are
generally variegated. A big mass of a
glngle color Is never beautiful nature
avoids It London Express.
Over the Telephone.
"H'lo, Nell! Smatter?"
"Nothln'. Thought 'd call yup. Say,
Jim, Juno Tom Dixon?"
"Letcha know some time. Say, Jeer
about Kitten Jim?"
"No. WhaJJaknow 'bout 'em?"
"Don't speak teach other." -"Wot
"Ida know. Cummlnover soon?"
"Yen. Guesso. B choor cummln
over tower house first."
"Wlllflcan. Gotteny fudges?"
"Well, I'll come. G'by."
"Don't tell wbattltoldjubout Kitten
"I won't G'byP'
"G'by!" Chicago Tribune.
Borne Brands of Charity.
"Papa, what is charity?".
"Charity, my son. Is giving awav
what you don't want."
'What is scientific charity?"
'Scientific charity Is eivlna wsv
what you don't want to someone who
does not want It
"What Is organized charity?"
"Organized charity, my son, Is giving
away something that you don't want
to tome society which will give It away
to someone who does not want it"
Prim Mia From the Back Bay.
Miss Wabash Last Saturday was
your birthday, wasn't it?
Miss Boston ITeposterous! How
can you be so silly?
M!ss Wabash What's the matter
Miss Boston Last Saturday was the
anniversary of my birth. I'm not an
Infant Philadelphia Presa.
GEO. P. CROWELL,
Suceenor to E. L. Smith,
Oldest Established Uoum In ths valley.)
Dry Goods, Groceries,
Boots and Shoes,
Flour and Feed, etc. ,
This old-established house will con
tinue to pay cash (or all its goods; it
pays no rent; it employs a cierk, but
does not have to divide with partner.
All dividends are made with customers
in the way of reasonable price.
Have opened an office in Hood River.
Call and get prices and leave orders,
which will be promptly filled.
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PORTLAND AND THE DALLES
All War Usiilan.
"BAII.EY GATZERT" "DALLES CITV"
Connecting at Lyle, Wash., with
Colombia River & Northern Railway Co.
Wahklacus. Pair, Centervllle, Goldendalt tad
all Klickitat Valley points.
steamers leave Portland daily (except bun
d iv) 7 a. m., connecting with C. R. & N. trs ns
at Lyle 6:1) p. m. lor Uoldendale, arrives The
Dalles 6:80 p. m.
Steamer leaves The Dalles dally (except Sun
day) 7:S a. m.
0. R. A N. trains leaving Goldendals 8:15 a.
m. connects with this ateamer for Portland, ar
riving Portland 6 p. in.
Kxcellent meals served on ail steamers. Fin
accommodations for teams and wagons.
For detailed information of rates, berth res
ervations, connections, etc., write or call on
nearest airent. H. C. Campbell,
lien, ollice, Portland, Or. Manager.
Beele it Morse Agents, Hood River, Or.
and union Pacific
DxriiT HE SCHEDULE! ......
Pettiand. Or. Aaaivs
Chicago gait Use, Denver, 4 :) p. m.
Portland Ft. VYorth.Omaha,
Special Kansas City, 8t.
1:20 a. m. Loula,Cbicagoand
At'entlo St. Paul Fait Mall. 10 :30 s. at.
ft. Paul Atlantis Express. Mia. is.
Fast Mall i
PORTLAND TO CHICAGO
TMo Change of Cars.
Lowest Rates. Quickest Tim.
OCEAN AND RIVER SCHEDULE
IjOO p.m. All sailing dates t:M a. sa,
subject to change
For Baa Francisco
Sail STcry days
Dally Cstosikla Rlr 6 00 b. m
Ex.anndaT Stsaasrs. Ix. Bunaar
:00 p. m,
(atiirday To Astoria and Way
Vim p. m. Landings.
and FrL Salem, Indepen- ""J""-.
and way landings.
t:Wni. Tss.sinil.sf. 4p.m.
lues.. Thur. uon wZt
oa 81. Oregon City, Dayton an3fri
and way landings.
Iv.Rtparta tasks llvr. Lv.UwIsum
1 ... S:00a.sa.
A. L. CRA1Q,
Central Passenger Agent, Portraad.Or.
A. K. HOAK, Ag.it. Hse4 Elver.