Image provided by: Yamhill County Historical Society; McMinnville, OR
About The Yamhill County reporter. (McMinnville, Or.) 1886-1904 | View Entire Issue (June 22, 1894)
terved ei cr nd Mrs. White, “to “What are we to do, Louise?” «ida and read to her the books he longed “Try to make yourself over into an □e his ";te. Y uU c- >uld have managed 1 to throw into the tire. If Mrs. White ;. a« and pities you two had liten a confirmed invalid, Monte other man. Be more considerate, kind, him. 1 1» »lid not . mt , ” she went on tremulous would doubtless have shown himself a patient and self controlled. ” “Pshaw! You had better advise mad ly. “But it might bo arranged even devoted husband. But the moment his By AUGUSTA LABNED. now. If 1A will let me keep the boy, 1 wife retunr.el to health the separation am to make herself over. ” will give tip Mabel, aud then”------ “ There, you see how it is! I can do ot interests and feelings showed like a [Copj-r-'i:,’svi, bj Atim.' r- i Png, A- : . “Are ; a stark, staring mad, Helen you no good. Why do you appeal to crack in the wall. tion.] Monte hail set down his foot against me? You would never think of taking White?' ' : ied Louise, raising her head, It wax comiuttuly said among their frit-ini- that In- wn rot the equal of his having <|ue. r people in the house. By any advice I might offer. I shall have with an indignant light iu her eves. wife, If you were to listen attentively queer people he meant reformers of all to shut my door upon you both. Really “Don’t Vi n know if there was not an to the conversation of women gathered kinds, not distinguishing the chaff from the thing is becoming too compromis other mt a in the world I would not think of ’fante in that way?” !;t little coterii > in drawing room., and t he wheat—people of theories, mystics, ing. ” “But th ey do say that at one time you He camo and stood before her and said t.n verandas, you would discover that spiritists, ideologists, tho founders of there ar<- i -ral wives in Littlefield new religions, socialists and anarchists. quite humbly: “Don't do that, Louisa. would havt keen glad to tako him. ” “Then they say what is not true. who an. superior to their lords anil mas Mrs. White, though she believed not You are the ou!y real friend Helen has ters intellectually and doubtlessly inor wholly in any of the se things, liked to here, and you and I grew up together Monte never ^regarded me nor I him in ally, though on the latter point the crit- j dabble in them all. It was delightfully as children aud are almost like brother any but a friendly light. If 1 were ever exciting to rulo by her grace and ele au<l sister. Don’t cut us eff from your to marry, it wqtuld be quite a different ical voice is mainly dumb. character from 51'onte. I should choose This state of things is due to the fact gance a collection of eccentrics of both sympathy. ” “But don’t you see, Monte, the awk a man with a spice of genius iu him, that male society in the town is mainly sexes and to impress them with a sense ward position 1 am in? I stand between with a touch of imagination or senti made up of active business ineu who ex of her superiority, social and meatal. It was such a convocation iu his wife’s you anil can take sides with neither if ment and with delicate sensibilities.” haust themselves in their labors during Mrs. White colored rather violently the day, a<i fond of a nap on the sofa parlor, called together to meet Aunt I am to be true to both. 1 try to speak after dinner, and when with difficulty Angelina, Mrs. White’s aged relative, the truth, knowing that not a word 1 Much as she enjoyed criticising her hus they are forced out into evening compa from whom she was supposed to have say will lx> heeded. It is out of sheer band, she did not er re to hear another ny by their wives and daughters find inherited most of her peculiar traits, egotism and selfishness, Monte White, woman do it, openly or covertly, for it themselves painfully mute until they that Monte had broken up without cere that you coine and inflict all this upon cast a direct imputation ou her own have an opportunity of getting off in mony. Later there had been a stirring me. Why can’t you let your wife go i taste and judgment “You old Louise,’’said she, with a one corner with other men and talking scene with his wife, the result of which her own gait, and you go yours? You was that Mrs. White sent Aunt Ange know perfectly well she is a very supe forced laugh, "why, you talk like a ro over business and politics. mantic young schoolgirl. I don’t sup Mr. Montrose White was not much lina home and threatened to take the ba rior woman!” pose you ever had a serious love affair “ Superior woman be ” — And Monte by and seek protection for herself in her above the average Littlefield man. He guljxid down a very naughty word as in your life. It is really very tunny the was not a striking intellectual force, nor mother’s house in a distant city. way you go on. ” Mrs. White was quiv- It was then that Louise Lancaster he paced restlessly about the room. were his ideals supposed to be very ex “There it is. You are both tho most eriDgly triumphant Her eyes gleamed. alted, but the ideals of Mrs. Montrose stepped iu as an angel of peace and rec White were high enough for two. Shu onciliation. Louise was Mrs. White’s unreasonable, impossible people I ever She felt sho had put down Louiso and hud asserted her sujx riority over her was a pretty woman, slender and wil oiliest friend in Littlefield. Indeed they saw. ” “Yes; I suppose we do seem so to single sister. Iu spite of her unfortunate lowy of form, with a fine complexion had been at school together when girls and large, expressive eyes. Nor was she ; and had always kept up tho intimacy you, but it’s because you never have experience with a hot tempered, iras too “advanced” to be at all indifferent of their early days. Louise, too, was been married, Louise, and don’t quite cible man, devoid of finer feelings, she ' to the adornment of her person, espe - the friend of Monte White. The Whites understand how marriage changes the still believed that the married form a cially the choice of colors becoming to and Lancasters had lived side by side nature. All those who are out would higher caste and have a light to look | her style of beauty. When not engrossed in the childhood of Louise and Monte, like to get in, and many who are in 1 down upon, to pity and snub old maids. After a pensive moment Louise said j in the mysteries of the toilet, lofty and they had grown up together. There would liko to get out, but if you are j themes occupied her mind. She was 1 hud also been talk of an attachment in ever so wretched it isn’t easy. YT>u can’t rather meekly, “I don’t suppose I do | supposed to have dipped rather deeply 1 that quarter in the time of Miss Lan- go back and be the same man alter you know much about such things. ” Helen went to the mantel glass and I into occult things, from the Eleusinian ! caster’s young ladyhood, but Monte had i have formed such ties. It is simply ter- ! mysteries and the key of Pythagoras to ¡ married Miss Cragsliaw, aud after the ' riblo to think of a family broken up, a ¡ tipped her liat a little more becomingly the latest phases of theosophy, with its Whites had come to live near her Lou j home destroyed, children disgraced, and I over her face. “I have thought, Lou doctrine of adepts and astral bodies. ise had continued to bo tho best friend then I know she would be tho most mis- 1 ise, ” she began, "I should like to make Christian science, too, had received a ot both husband and wife, and in the erable of women. She is a thoroughly | myself independent of Monte, so far as share of attention, and she claimed to end to her had fallen the undesirable feminine person in spite of all her fads pin money is coucerued, though I do not 1 have performed a few striking cures sub 1 office of mutual confidant, peacemaker —not independent and self sustaining say he is niggardly. But I think it ■ and reconciler. like you, Louise. I declare solemnly to . would put me in a better moral posi- 1 rosa among her friends. She had never married, but hail gone you I’d do anything in this world to ¡ tion. 1 could ass, rt myself with more But she never descended to the vul success. ” gar, sordid aspect of these things. She pleasantly down the slope of years alone : make that woman happy. ” “What could you <lu?” asked Louise, Louise flushed a little at somo of the touched them only with her delicate aud was now quite independent, living again bending over her work. in a pretty Queen Anne cottage, where imputations of Monte ’ s rathor blunder linger tips and wore her mystic lore “Oh, I don’t know. I have been' like a becoming veil which adds a charm she gave delightful teas and evening ing speech, but she bit her lip and said to the natural face. This, together with companies. She frankly admitted that presently, “Then why are you not a lit thinking about it, and I can’t see my the fact that she disliked housekeeping, she was an old maid anil was willing to tle moro lenient toward Helen, a little way very clearly. 1 was fond of art when I was a girl, and niv master said 1 , bad no taste for pickling or preserving accept all the consequences of tho sin less irritable and passiouate?” “I suppose I was iu a devil of a tern- | ditl remarkably well. Ho praised my or for the concoction of pies and pud gle condition. Her temper was cheerful, dings, made up the vague general con even joyous. She saw all the funny per that day I told her old spiritualist drawing. ” “From nature?” Louise asked with- 1 ception of what was called her superior things in life and had a keen sense of greataunt to get out of the house. She out raising her head. humor. She was by no means a weedy, had gathered a regular set of ghouls 1 ity over her husband—poor Monte, as "Oh, no, from his pictures, the nn ; faded, untidy spinster. On the contra and ghostly creatures iu my parlor, and | his friends called him. But Monte White was not the man to ry, sho dressed well, even fashionably, j there was Helen lecturing to them at a I salable ones, which he let me copy us a willingly take a back seat in his wife’s still looked young and blooming and 2:10 pace. I had to hustle her out of great favor. You think it would be ri chariot and to be known as Mrs. Mon I appeared perfectly contented with the the house because I knew her influence diculous for me to attempt to teach over my wife was pernicious, but the ! drawing, or to put my work on themai i trose White’s husband. He was stout and 1 lot in life that had fallen to her share. Unconsciously, without any will or next day I sent her a handsome cheek, ; ket, I see you do you, satirical old Lou red faced, with a hearty laugh and a loud voice. Monte could not understand wish of her own aud while eager to de enough to keep her in clothes a whole ¡ ise. ” "I have not opened my lips, Helen. ' Mrs. Monte, nor did he make any great cline the office conferred upon her, Lou year, for the old creature is pinched and eff ort to understand her. He believed ise had come to find herself placed be has scarcely enough to live on. Helen, • Why should you not try? Everybody is ' solemnly that all women have their tween two ill assorted people, both her of course, doesn’t know a word about it. trying now to dabble in some form of crochets and quavers aud must be in old friends, both of whom she liked, al I am not one to proclaim my good deeds art. ” “No; I shall not seriously attempt dulged up to a certain point. That point though both tried and exasperated her in the market place. She naturally defined rather a limited area for Mrs. not a little. It was Miss Lancaster's ' thinks me a brute in my treatment of that, ’’ returned Mrs. Monte, with a sigh. “I ant afraid my Swiss moun- I White’s free action, and hence had come firm belief that ultimately she would that weedy old woman. ” “And you would like me to let her tains, waterfalls aud chalets might look heartburning, domestic friction and be crushed between the upper and neth rather antiquated if dragged out at this : discomfort. He was too big and strong er millstones, and she revolved in her know how generous you liavo been?” Monte blushed slightly under his coat I time of day. But there is music, if I not to be willing to humor his wife in mind various modes of escape from the only knew it correctly, but having hail 1 of tan, but made no direct answer. her little whimwhams so long as she situation. It had come to that painful pass that “I suppose she lias said terrible things great taste and facility iu music I nev kept them under cover and tucked away out of sight. If it wasn’t theosophy or Monte expected to learn his wife’s feel- about me, Louise. I know she has, in ( er learned the science, aud I play mainly ! Christian science, it might perhaps be I ings, plans and intentions from Louise, , fact. When she sitB bolt upright at ta by ear. Monte in our spoony days used something worse. But Mrs. White was i while her friend Helen would come in ble without speaking a word, her lips [ to say I played divinely. But now—oh, too brilliant and intellectual a frau to later to know what Monte had been say- crisped and curled with a contemptuous Louise, how thankful you ought to be be willing to hide her light under a ! ing and to indulge in the luxury of con smile and a red spot on either cheek, I you have not married to suffer this illu j know just what is rankling within her. ' sion, to see all your cherished dreams bushel, and collisions were therefore in jugal criticism and complaint. One morning, as usual, Monte had I It is far worse, that heavy, constrained ¡ vanish, tu have your heart lacerated”— j evitable. “Yes, yes,” said Louise, a little But in spite of all differences Monte driven his famous trotting horse, Moun silence, than the most violent language. ■ loyally gave to his wife ail the room in tain Bird, round to River street, and j Oftentimes it would be a positive relief | brusquely, "but what about music? You his heart unoccupied by his horses. His hitching him to the post in front of j if she would break out and begin to do not know it well enough tu tako pu- j horses did certainly come first- in the in Miss Lancaster’s house had made his throw things at my head. Aud then her pils?” “The spirit, the sontimeut, the aro ventory of his affections, aud next to way, hat in hand, into her sunny little politeness—oh, it is something awful 1” “You see, Monte, how her perfect ma, the inspiration, all are with me,” 1 his horses perhaps his daughter Mabel, parlor, where she sat near the bow win self control contrasts with your bad tem returned Mrs. White, “but how could I a good, substantial, solid child of 9, dow with a bit of fancy work. “Well,” he exclaimed, striding up per. ” ever teach awkward little fingers to with her feet well planted on the ground “Self control be”— And again Monte ( strum one, two, three—one, two, three? and her little round eyes seeing nothing and down the room, “what is madam No; I was not made tor that. I have swallowed a frog iu the throat. but what was plainly in view. Mrs. He had reached the door and was thought of typewriting and stenography, ; White sighed profoundly as she confid i holding it part way open and said in but I am too original, too emotional, j ed to her friend, Louise Lancaster, the i an altered voice: “Louise, there isn’t a too instinctive to do copying—tedious, | fact that Mabel was not her mental off sacrifice I wouldn’t make for that worn- I dry, unimaginative work. ” spring, but belonged wholly to the She arose aud bent gracefully to the ; an. She doesn’t know it. She never will White side of the house. What the know it perhaps, but it is the fact. I I mirror, patting down the little fluffy 1 baby boy would turn into was still un would break stones on the road if I Í curls over her forehead with two or certain, he being too vouDg to have de three touches of her prettily gloved hand. I ; could make her happy. ” veloped much more than an appetite, “You see, dear. I am all fire and im- j In the afternoon Mrs. Monte White I but by this token there were indications 1 came round to tho Queen Anne cottage, ¡ pulse, impressionable, magnetic to the ! that he, too, belonged wholly to the fa wearing a very becoming new bonnet tips of my fingers, feeling people’s states ther. trimmed with gray plumes, tipped with as if I could look into their sonls. There ! There was not the slightest hope that are times when I can glance right J pink. Monte White would ever develop an “I know Monte has been here, ” she through Monte and see his thoughts at astral body. He had a comprehensively said as soon as she had insinuated her work within him like the movements of solid hold ou the substantial things of self into a favorite easy chair aud a watch. Oh, it is dreadful to be consti this world aud was totally devoid of spread out her gown in becoming folds. tuted as I am! You don’t know, Louise, ‘ anything that could be called conversa tion unless you touched on the points “Well,” he exclaimed, "what is ’madam “I watched him driving Mountain Bird how I suffer!” “So you have given up the idea of j down the street this way, and I knew up to now?” of a horse, when he warmed to the sub ject and could give you tho history of ap to now?” He always called his wife he was coming here to lay his chapter making yourself independent as to pin all the famous trotters and racers in the “madam” when talking of hor to Louise. of grievances before you. He would try money aud sundries?’ ’ Louise said rather “There is something mysterious go to get in that 6tory first about Aunt An dryly. country and an accurate account of their “No; I haven’t, Louise. There’s only I pedigree. Monte eschewed all “circles” ing on over there at the house. She is gelina so as to make as good a showing I and clubs and conversaziones and could far too pleasant aud suave just now not for himself as possible. He was asham- j one thing I can do, and for that I feel I never be induced to don his evening I to be cooking up something for my ed of his violence and has privately sent have a vocation. ” “What may it be?” the good old soul $100. She wrote me 1 coat except for a dinner or a stag party. benefit. ” “To give parlor lectures on high “I know nothing at all about it, about it yesterday, overflowing with I He knew all the houses iu Littlefield themes to a select circle of kindred spir where good cooks were kept, and where Monte, and if I did I should not tell gratitude. She had forgiven everything, its. I shall give them iu a friend’s par- I tho table service came up to a high you. You are placing me in a pretty aud the inouey will make her so com lor, and Monte need know nothing about fortable in her little home. If Monte staixiard of perfection. But Mrs. Monte position. Why don’t you speak to your had not been 60 enraged, if he had al- | it, at least at first. The tickets will be White, on the other hand, delighted in wife freely?” “I can’t, Louise. We have lost the I lowed me to explain that the dear old 1 $5 the course, and the subject, ‘The clubs and circles and cared nothing for power of being confidential and com lady took up spiritualism because she Philosophy of the Passions and Emo heavy feeds and scientific whist. When tions. ’ There I shall bo at home. There her husband heard her discoursing to municative. As soon as I try to explain longed for a message from her husband, I shall have all the great poets to assist her favorite coterie, he generally with things from my point of view she gets who died last year, and who had lived with her over half a century, and never me. A new world opens already before drew to a remote corner, where he glow angry and flies into a passion. ” “That’s just what she says of you, a cross word or angry look between me, profound abysses, beautiful glow ered iu solitude, liko an owl iu an ivy them, it might have all blown over, aud ing heights. I know, Louise, you are Monte. ” bush. “She does, does she? Well, she can I could have got the people out of the mainly practical, with none of those soul How these two had ever been led to longings and hungerings after the ideal attempt to draw together in harness was be the most provoking woman in this house without an exjjlosion. But, no; that make the joy and misery of my Monte must go off half cocked and do world. She would make a saint use pro the mystery. But there they were, bound a brutal thing and then try to make up life, but I do hope, out of friendship to up in one yoke, each striving to pull a fane language, and I am no saint. ” "Oh, no!” returned Miss Lancaster, for it with money. I suppose he has me, you will join the class. ” different way. The people Mrs. Monte “And you are doing this, Helen, to been here complaining of me because I with gentle acquiesence. liked her husband detested, and his “You see I have sometimes thought Wish to be mistress in my own house. ’ ’ spite Monte? You know if he were to friends she looked upon as odious. It Miss Lancaster kept her lips sealed hear of it he would be furious. The was said they had first met on the deck it would be better for us to separate, idea of your taking money for parlor of an ocean steamer, where Monte had but I know she would be more miser and her eyes cast down, giving her whole lectures when he is amply able to give attention-to a little flower she was work able then than she is now even. She 1 picked up Miss Cragshaw as she slipped you everything you need!” I and sprained her ankle on the wet deck isn’t very strong, Louise, or 1 should ing ou a piece of canvas. i‘I am doing it, Louise,” returned “Why don’t you say something, Lou aud had carried her down to her cabiu always be fretting for fear there was Mrs. White, with gentle, solemn em ise? Your silence drives me nearly fran aomething she might want. And then iu his arms. He had a kind heart and phasis, “that he may learn to respect ' had been so attentive to tho injured lady the would nover consent to give up the tic.” “What shall I say, Helen? You know me. He is not to know a breath about I that before the ankle was cured they be-» shildren. Neither would I. ” “Oli, I see how it is, Monte. You I make it a point not to fetch or carry it until my success is assured. Then he 1 came engaged. Even now, when his will be as proud as Punch. There isn’t san't live separate, and you can’t live between you two. ” wife was ill, Monte would stay at home 1 “You are cold and prudent and re- a maB iu the world who would be more 1 whole days together to sit by her bed- together. ” I * Your V £ ’s Blood J tff ■ Heart ----------- ▼ Is the most im iportant part of ▼ V your organism. ‘ Three-fourths __________________ of OB complaints to which the sys m the me tuuipiaiuts sys- ® " tern issu , ct are due to impuri- W —— ties-n ties n the blood. Youcan, there there-^ W fore, realize how vital it ii u to I Keen It Pure Keep ▼ For rot w v. hich i.n i purp put pose ▼ ose nothing can M equal KSL’tiH1 effectual!. ly re- moves I movr-.rJ^'J ’cn a _j 11 | impurities, impurities. cleanses the blood thoroughly and builds up the general health Our Treitue - n Blood and Skin diseases mailed Free tu any addras*. V SWIFT SPECIFIC CO., Atlanta, 82. ▼ V * V V V Tickets <o’s PICTO^ TO SALT LAK'. DENVER, OMAHA. KANSAS CITY. ST. LOUIS, CHICAGO, AND ALL EASTERN CITIES. 1 daysto 2 chicado Tho Quickest to Chica go and the East. Quicker to Omaha and Kansas City. Pullman and Tourist Sleepers, Free Reclining Chair Cars, Dining Cars. 8. H, H CLARK. I OLIVER W MINK. -Receivers F ELLI KV ANDERSON,j For Rates or general information call on or ad dress W. Hi III KI.KI KT, Asst. Gen Pass Agt. RAI Washington St Cor. 3d PORTLAND, OR. EAST ANÙ SOUTH VIA The Shasta Route OF THE Œ « ή - CÖMPAH Express Trains Leave Portland Daily LEAVt * ' arrive * Portland » 1 F M I San Francisco .10 I A M pen Francisco 7no P .M I Portland. .. ..... 8'20 A M Above trains stop at all stations from Portland to Albany inclusive Abo Tangent, Hbedds. Hal- ►ty. Harrisburg, Junction City, Irving, Eugene and all stations from Roseburg to Ashland inclu sive. Roseburg Mail Daily. LEAVE ARRIVE: OP M Portland 8 30AM I Rosebura.... 4.20 P M Roseburg 7:00 AM I Portland... DINING CARS ON OGDEN ROUTE. PWL.L.7W75N * BUFFET SLEEPERS SECOND CLASS SLEEPING CARS, Attached to all Through Trains. BETWEEN .West Side Division. PORTLAND AND CORVALLIS Mail Train Daily, (Except Sunday.) 7:S0 A Ji 1 Lv Portland 10:1 A M I l.v McMinnville 12:1 P M 1 Ar_____ Corvallis At Albany and Corvallis connect with trains of Oregon Pacific Railroad, Express Train Daily, (Except Sunday.) 14» P M Lv 7:1 P M Lv 7:2 P M Ar Portland St. Joseph McMinnville Ar 1 bÁ M Lv I SAM Lv 1 :0AM Through Tickets '«all points in Eastern States. Canada and Europe can he obtained at lowest rates from G. A. Wilcox, Agent, McMinn- vllle K. P. ROGERS, Asst. G. F. d: P. A., Portland. Or. R KOEHLElt, .Manager. LOCAL DIRECTORY CHURCHES B aptist —Services Sunday 11 a. m. and 7 30 p. tu : Sunday school 9:50 a m. , the young people’:- ooietv 6 l.»p m Prayer meeting Thursday X) p m. Covenant meeting first Sat each month 2 Oo p. tn. M ethodist E piscopal —Services every Sabbath 11 00 a. ru. and 7 30 p. m Sunday school 9:3o a m. Praver meeting 7:00 p m. Thursday. S E. M kmisger , Pastor. C om b . PxErBYTERiAN- Services every Sab bath 11.00a ni and 7:30 p. m. Sunday senool 9:30 a. m. Y. P C. E . Sunday 6:30 p. m. Prater meeting Thursday, 7:30 p. m. W H. J ones , Pastor C hristian —Services every Sabbath 11:00 • m and 7:30 p. m. Sunday school 10 a. in. Young people’s meeting at b :30 p. m. H. A. D enton , Pastor. S t . J ames C atholic —First st., between I t and H. Sunday -chool 2 30 p. tn. \ es- pers 7 30. Services once a month. U R. H ogan . Pastor SECRET ORDERS. KP owles C hapter No. 12, O. E. 6—Meets a Masonic hall the first an.i third Monday evening in each month. Visiting members cordially in vited MRS. O. O. HODSON, Sec. MRS. H L. HEATH. W. M. C tstku P ost N o . 9—Meets the second and fourth Saturday of each month in Cuion hall at 7:»> p. m. on second Saturday and at 10:30 a. m. on ith Saturday. All members of the order are cordially Invited to attend ottr meetings. B F. C lvbixe , Commander. J. A. P eckham . Adjt. W. C T. U.—Meets on every Fri day, in Wright’s hall al 3 o'clock p. in. L. T. L. al 3 p. m. M rs . A. J. W hitmore , Pres. C lara <». E hson , Sec'y. pleased than Monte to have his wife distinguish herself. ’’ “Then if you value Monte’s respect and approbation so highly, Helen, you certainly love him. ” Helen arose and stood before her. making a pretty pose with her bent head :md clasped hands. “My dear, ” she murmured, “you don’t understand; you can’t understand. No woman can who hasn’t married ami passed through tho great experiences of life. ” Sho swam off gracefully toward tho door, then paused fur a moment with her hand on the knob. “In getting up my lectures, Louise, I have felt tho need of an experienced mind, a trained intellect, and I have written to Professor Markam of P------ university, the great psychologist, to aid me with his advice end suggestions as to the line I ought to pursue in my lec tures. He has answered iu the sweetest way, deferring his counsel until lie comes here to pay a visit to a friend. He will arrive tomorrow morning. Then I am to have a jtersonal interview. They say he is a most fascinating man, and a childless widower. His wife was an invalid, I believe, and she died about three years ago. ” Louise had risen aud was standing near her friend. “Why, how pale you look!” Mrs. White exclaimed as her eyes happened to fall on Miss Lancaster’s face. “I think 1 have a headache coining ou, Helen. Just the first symptoms, you know—those sharp, shooting pains.” “Do keep it off. dear, with bromo caffeine. I want you to come round and dine with us tonight. Monte has tickets for the theater. There is a very good company at tho opera house this week. Don’t fail to come, just to keep Monte in good humor. He is always kinder to mo when thero is an agreeable third along. You see so much of us you won’t mind any little domestic contretemps. Aud do be sure to ger, there promptly by 6, ami wear your prettiest bonnet, Louise, that one with tho red roses. 1 don't suppose there ever was a man who thought as much as Monte does of tho appearance of his womeukiud when he goes into public places. ” “That acitounts for your love of dress, ” Louise returned, with u comical little moua "A nasty stab in the back, "Louise heard her say as she shut tho door. Miss Lancaster wandered about all the remainder ot the day, possessed, as it seemed, of a rest less demon. She took a long oouutry walk under a lowering November sky ami found her nerves so singularly shaken that at moments she leaned up against stone fences and trees and laughed ami cried hysterically in a breath, half wondering to heiself if she had just escaped from a lunatic asylum. Fortunately the road was solitary, and she could indulge her strange mood without fear of observation. At last the strange mood passed over, aud she returned tu the town clothed iu her right mind. She visited a poor fam ily in which she was interested and called in at a board meeting of the in fant hospital, of which she was a man ager, aud arrived at last, just a minutes of 0, at the door of the White mansion and in the bonnet with the red roses. Monte opened the door for her him self. He had been standing at the win dow and had seen her come up the steps. “Now, this is kind of you, Louise,” he said heartily. “You see, madam nev er likes to go alune with me anywhere because I am apt to fall asleep at the wrong time. ’ ’ "It is you who never like to go alone with me, Monte, ” said Helen, with spir it. She had come out into the hall and was standing just behind them. “You know we never admire the same things, and you will not bear the least contra diction. ’ ’ “Well, have it so, Helen,” he an swered good naturedly. “1 said it was my fault in the first place. ” “It isn’t your fault, Monte; it’s an inherent difference. ” “Inherent difference”— And Monte turned his back aud swallowed rather hard. He took a turn up and down the par lor. “You never have had the experi ence, Louise, of fighting for the last word. You don’t know what a delight ful, exhilarating exercise it is. ’’ Fortunately Helen had stepped into the dining room to order dinner served, and now, in a few minutes, they were seated at the table. Mabel, the young daughter, was allowed to take her place at the family board. She was very large for her age, with no trace of her moth er’s delicate beauty, merely a healthy, romping girl with a well developed ap petite. Mr. White noticed that Mabel was holding her spoon in her left hand and conveying it to her mouth in an awk ward manner. "Mrs. White,” he asketf with great gravity, “why don’t you teach your daughter to eat properly? Have you ob served that she is spilling her soup all over her apron?” “And why don’t you teach her, Mr. White? She is quite as much yuur daughter as mine, and I think a little more,” returned Helen, with a bright spot burning on her cheek. “Isn’t it the mother’s place to teach the children manners, Louise?” “I don’t know anything about it,” returned Louise, putting a bit of bread into her mouth. “For a person of your positive char acter,” returned Monte, “you have few er opinions than any one I ever knew. There is one thing of which I am per fectly certain—it is that the cook has scorched the soup. Helen, can’t you lay by the pursuit of the good, the true aud the beautiful for a little and look after that woman? Can’t you give her a few hints about how things should be done?’’ “She is your woman,” returned Hel en, with biting calmness. “Yon selected her at the office iu town; you brought her out with you on the train and have steadily refused to have her dismissed, though I have more than once pointed out her incompetence.” “I have always said, Helen, that sho would do very well with a little iustruc- for Infants and Children. HIRTY year«' ob»«rvation of C*»torU with th* pataynagy jg T million» of persons, permit n> to apeak of it without cneasing. It ia nnqneationahly the beat remedy for Infianta a^4 Children the world haa ever known. It ia harcnleaa.—Children_liko it. It give« them health. It jrill savo their lives. In it MoUiera have sometblnE which ia absolutely safe and practt&ally perf»et_aa_a child's medicine. Castoria destroys Worm. Castoria allays Feverishness. Castoriaj>rovents vomiting Sonr Curd. Castoria enres Diarrhcsa and 'Wind Colic* Castoria relieves Teething Troubles. Castoria cures Constipation and. Flatulency. Castoria neutralizes the effects of carbonic acid gas or^>oisonons Castoria does not contain morphine, opium, or other narcotic property. Castoria assimilate, the foodr regnlnto. the stomach and bowel., giving healthy and nutnral sleep. Castoria is put up in one-si?e bottles only It is not sold in hulk. Don't allow any one to well yon anything else on the that it is “ jnst as good " and “ will answer every See that you get C-A-S-T-O^It-I-A. i* on every The fae-simile siCUAturo of wrapper. / Children Cry for Pitcher’s Caütoria. tion, and I say so still. By Jove, wlial a pleasant dinner wo are making for ■ Louise! Anti hero is the beef cooked to death, and I know she likes it rare.” “On the contrary, ” said Louise, has tening to tell a white lie in tho inter ests of peace, “it is cooked exactly as 1 like it Do give me that outside bit. ” ‘ 'Louise, you must acknowledge it is the duty of tho woman of the house to look after the kitchen department?” “I ata not so sure of that,” returned Miss Lancaster as she cut her meat in littlo bits anil pretended to cat. "In Italy tho man manages the kitchen, and it seems to work very well. ” “You always go against me,” pouted Monte, “invariably. 1 believe you and Helen are iu a conspiracy to contradict everything I say. ’ ’ Mrs. White beamed on her friend. It was this kind of moral support in re bellion that made her invaluable to Helen. The dinner well over, they set off to the theater, Mrs. White wearing the be coming gray bonnet with pink plumes. Monte, in spite of all disagreements, was very susceptible to his wife’s channs, and as soon as they had got fairly into the street he turned tu Luu- iso with a boyish impulse arid whisper ed, "Isn’t Helen looking well tonight?” “Yes; she is lovely.” “What are you two saying?” asked Mrs. White, turning liack. “Oh, nothing, deur! Monte is only admiring his wife. ” Mrs. White took her place iu the par quet with quite a beaming face, lit spite uf her great aims and high aspirations she loved to be admired, like a school girl. Monte placed himself between his wife and Louise, and at first divided his attentions quite impartially. Hu- noticed, however, that Miss Lancaster was inclined to be pensive and distrait They had good seats in the middle of the house, where pretty toilets told for their full value. Monte, in evening coat and white choker, his face beaming with grateful pride, looked like one of the most prosperous of men. There was a full blown juvenesceuce about Monte in spite of his Laid head and portly per son that made it impossible for people to believe in any sort of misfortune ever coming to him. The play was one uf those tender, pa thetic little domestic dramas that touch the chords of the heart aud awaken old memories. It was the story of an aged married pair overwhelmed by misery and with only their mutual love fur help and support. Monte was a very soft natured man in spite of his love of horseflesh and the unsympathetic air he could assume at home when at times he seemed hard as nails. He had a ten der heart, easily moved to compassion aud touched and melted by a sad tale. Now, as the play unfolded, Monte felt a suspicious rising in the throat and mois ture about the eyes. He tried hard not to betray his emotion to Louise, feeling it to be unmanly, afraid as he was of her critical eye. So he edged round to ward his wife, drew out Iris pocket handkerchief and used it as gently as he could. Mrs. White meantime had been moved to sobs, and naturally, to relieve ^rer feelings without attracting too much the notice of her next neighbor, had turned toward her husband. Louise, fenced in by Monte’s broad back, brush ed away the dew that gathered on her own lashes and began quietly to watch the little pantomime that was going on between her two friends. As the devotion of the old stage cou ple went ou developing iu all its simple beauty, Helen shot a gentle, half re proachful glance at her husband, as much as to say, “See what the life of a truly married pair should be,” while Monto in turn looked in her face with a glance of admiration that recalled the old spoony days of their first courtship. How it happened Louise never exactly knew, but when she looked again they were sitting there hand in hand, like two children, in the prettiest state of unconsciousness as to the peuple about them aud to the fact that cynical uld Dr. Newcomb was sitting only two seats back aud hud screwed his face into a very peculiar smile. The doctor was a confirmed old bachelor and had proba bly never known the bliss uf quarreling and then kissing ami making up. Lou ise was glad to be neglected fur the re- 1 mainder uf the evening, aud, in fact, i she fell into a reverie so lung aud ab sorbing that she only came out of it wheu the curtaiu fell for tho last time. Both Monte and Helen were pensive when they came out of the theater and | scarcely inclined to talk much. They walked home with Louise, and at her own door she contrived to insinuate a malicious little whisper into her friend’s ear: "What a beautiful time you and Monte hud this evening, He-lenl One would utmost have supposed that you were counterparts. ’ ’ “You dear old Louise, ” returned Hel en, with a furtive blush, which happily the darkness concealed, “you don’t un derstand these things, as you have nev er been married, aud now, of course, you never will be. ” “No,” said Louise meekly; “I don’t cupposu I ever shall, ” and she dosed the door behind her. The next morning Louise arose in a irame of mind so peculiar aud unusual her two maids could not but remark the change in her. .She seemed mure rest less than ever ami for the first time iu her life capricious. She ate but little breakfast, ami after giving several con tradictory orders she went tu her own room to change her morning gown. It seemed an unusually difficult matter to decide among her various dresses as to which she sin.uld put ou. She tuuk a white wool one out uf the closet aud decided that it looked too young, too dressy, too much as if she were expect ing some one, and yet when she glanced in the mirror the face reflected back was nut an old one. There was a pretty flush on the cheek, the eyes were bright, and the brown hair smoothly brushed and banded showed no gray lines. But still the white wool was rejected, a gray silk as well, and at last she put on a dark blue serge, extremely plain, with out an ornament of any kind, yet even the blue serge did not make her look old in its severe tailor simplicity—in fact, it was the most becoming of all. She went down stairs and said to Rosa, the waitress, “If a gentleman calls, Rose, you may show him into the parlor. ” “And is it a strange* gentleman ye are expecting?”’ asked Rose, with round eyed placidity. “No; I am not expecting anybody, but he might come just by accident, md I should not like to miss his visit. I have no reason to think he will come. Indeed I am almost sure he won’t, at least today, but I thought I would tell you that if he did I w ill be up in my room writing letters. ’ ’ Louise left Ruse with her mouth gap ing wide open and ran up stairs. She sat down in a low chair and clasped her hands about her kuee ami broke into an idiotic hysterical laugh. For the first time it h%d occurred to her that she had not the slightest giouud fur expecting a visit from any strange gentleman; tliat for hours aud hours she had been build ing a ridiculous castle in Spain, with no other foundation than air and moon shine. And then her mood changed, and she buried her face iu her handkerchief aud began to sob. There she sat, motion less, hour after hour, listening to the groat hall clock as it struck 9 and lft. It so chanced that it w*as just on tho strike of 11 when the doorbell tinkled. Louise heard it, and with her heart beat ing loudly crept out and listened over the balustrade. Rose was opening the door to a tall stranger with qnite a distin guished head, the thick, black locks crisped with silver about the temples. [TO BE CONTINTED.] Are now receiving their New Stock of Spring Goods, and have reduced the price on all goods on hand, so will sell good, stylish CLOTHING A T HARD TIMES PRICES ! Look at those—---------- — AY & TODD I s rZi i ® i FINE, LIFE-SIZE CRAYON PICTURES In their show window, which are given away With Every $25 Worth of Goods Bought at Their Store. Call and get particulars. Don’t fail to see our NEW SPRING STOCK, and Get Prices Before Buying. KAY & TODD. THIRD STREET. MCMINNVILLE.