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Tim maui xi;vs, Saturday, august 15, ioh
of the Plains
The Woman Whose Day
By MARJORIE BODLE
Copyright by Prank A. Munsejr Co.
They called it twenty miles from tlie
Potter place to town twenty miles of
crisp, sun baked buffalo grass and mo
notonous, blinding sky.
Tlio bot wind from the south had
coma with tlio FotteTs today on their
drivo to town, but it went faster than
tbe o hopeless bays could pull the
old :igon, and so the dust whirled
up 'from the wheels and the horses'
feet and settled grimly all over the
It made the two Potter boys and the
two little Potter girls, sitting down in
the wagon bed, half hcartedly quarrel
some and Mr. Potter, on the high seat,
the lines hanging Umply in his hand,
silent and glum.
Mrs. Potter stopped jogging the fret
ful baby and tried to shade its red
little face with her dusty handkerchief.
A hot gust of wind caught at her
black bat and jerked it unceremonious
ly on one side. With the baby hanging
over one arm she set her hat back
She glanced at her husband, with
the usual feminine question, "Is It on
straight?" on her Hps, but with a look
at him, staring moodily ahead, his
mouth sot unencouragingly, she fr
bore. The baby had almost cried its poor.
hot, little self to sleep, and Mrs. Potter
sat with her arms cramped and ach
ing, her forehead puckered In a tired
But at last the sight of a little, un
pointed shack at the side of the road
and 0 bright, salmon colored cottage a
little farther on made the boys stop
the systematic teasing of their sisters
and crane their necks eagerly toward
Mr. Potter swung the rawhide whip
over the backs of the two horses. They
"I BELIEVE I'LL TAKE IT IF IT'S NOT TOO
lunged suddenly forward, jerking the
baby fretfully awake, and trotted
briskly on, spreading ponic among the
chickens scratching in the dusty road.
At the livery burn Mr. Potter pulled
"You'd better get out here, ma," he
said, reaching for the much crumpled
Mrs. Potter climbed stiffly out over
the wagon wheel and held pp her arms.
The little Potters clambered out, and
the girls stood silent and close to their
"Mo and the boys '11 go over and get
their things now. You go get you ant
the girls fixed up, ma, and then come
over to Martin's. I'll load up the gro
"All right, pa," his wife answered,
tucking a hanging lock of hair behind
her ear. "But 1 I guess I'll have to
have a little money."
"Will that do you, d'you think?"
Mr. Potter leisurely took a bill from
his worn, reddish pocketbook and
banded it to her, generously beneficent
in his capacity as dispenser of funds.
"Yes, that'll be plenty, Will." An
nervously; "Now. you hurry, pa. We
don't want to be lato getting started
"Oh, I guess we'll be ready by tho
time you women folks get fixed up
with hats," and pa chuckled in high
good humor, now that the long drive
Mrs. Potter smoothed the baby out
as well as she could. The baby, worn
out by the long ride, protested only
WijJT her free hand their mother
truiruteiied Mary's sunbonnet and
XjnM'a sprigged percale apron and
tl&ok out the streaks of dust from her
Jfxn cheap black serge.
With the little girls close at ber
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heels, she wnlkcd down the one sided
Main street In u store where "Miss
Kills, Millinery. Diy Goods and No
tions," wus pointed In yellow and black
on tho false frout.
Inside it was cooler and shaded.
The counters and shelves, with tho
piles of lawns and calicoes, seeming to
run largely to groys and blues, and tho
notions, among which were displayed
attractive side combs and Irresistible
ribbon bows, were all arranged In care
ful order. And the hats such crea
tions! Mrs. Totter gazed at them with ad
miring eyes. She stood for a moment
uncertainly. Then Miss Ellis herself
in cooi gray enamuray, with smoothly
combed black half and a dark down
upon her upper lip which rivaled tho
notion counter In the attention of the
"Why. how d'you do. Mrs. Totter?"
Miss Ellis was most cordial. "When
did you get in town? Tho darlin'
baby! And both tho little girls too.
My! Aren't you tired out this hot aft
ernoon? Just set down here, Mrs. Tot
ter. You camo In to do some buyln 1
"Yes'm. I thought I'd get me and the
girls fitted out with hats, though It's
pretty late to be gottln' them."
Her sunburnt face flushed a little.
"Oh, we have some nice lints left.
Mrs. Totter, though, of course, the
stock's a little picked over. Shall we
take you first? Oh. the little girls?
Let's see. What are their names? Oh,
yes; Mary and Lucy. All right. We
have tho very things"
Miss Ellis helped their mother untie
their bonnets In preparation for the
ceremony of trying on. The little girls
were frightened at first, but they grew
dazed with joy when they found them
selves radiantly hatted, ono with blue
flowers and ribbons, tho other with
At last tbey knew them for their
very own. The rubbers were slipped
under their proudly lifted chins, and
it was Mrs. Totter's turn.
"You can put the baby here." Miss
Ellis offered a cushioned armchair.
"Poor little thing-it's all tired out,"
and "it," who was, in truth, of fem
inine gender and labeled "Alva Jane,"
was gently deposited, warm and red
and sound asleep, on the calico cush
ion. Mrs. Potter brushed at her black
dress and felt nervously at her black
hat It was very old, and the felt and
the ribbons were dusty and limp.
She put It on a chnlr beside her and
smoothed vainly at ber roughened,
faded hair, ner face was lined and
weary, and her eyes, which were blue
and should have been pretty, were
reddened from tho sun and wind.
She stood passively while Miss Ellis
selected a hat and placed it on ber
head. It was a large hat, with a softly
drooping brim, with mounds of chif
fon and big pink roses.
Mrs. Potter looked almost timidly
into the glass, and then she forgot that
she was stiff and tired from her ride
and that her face was dusty and her
hair stringy. She was gazing at the
mirrored reflection of the hnt
"That certainly ; does look good on
you, Mrs. Potter," said Miss Ellis, who
was a milliner of business rather than
"Oh, do yon think so?" Mrs. Pot
She reached up and felt nervously of
a pink rose with her brown hand,
awkward In the black cotton mitt
"Well, I certainly do. Just look at
them roses. And the amount of pliUt
chiffon that's on that hat It's sure the
hat for yon. Mrs. Potter," Mlfi Ellis
went on encouragingly, but her cus
tomer was not listening to her at all.
She was looking Into the mirror at
something for which Miss Ellis had not
the gift of sight.
She saw a girl's face, sweet and
pretty, with pink cheeks, and big blue
eyes, and golden brown hair. And
shading it was the wonderful hat of
chiffon and roses.
The reflected face, which Miss Ellis
would have said was old looking and
very tired, flushed, and the eyes bright
ened and filled a little. Mrs. Totter,
with the glory of her vision upon her,
turned to the milliner.
"It's like one I had tho summer Will
and I was married," she said. "IIo
liked it. He said It Just suited me."
The flush deepened. "I believe I'll
take It If It's not too high and you
Mary and Lucy had recovered from
the awe of their new hats and were
playing bldo and seek among the coun
ters. Mary ran around to where her moth
er stood. Mary was used to her moth
er In a chronically old blue calico sun
bonnet or the black felt with the rusty,
crumpled ribbon, but this! Mary had
not known her mother fifteen years
ago, and she did not understand.
She looked a moment, puzzled and
"Why, mamma!" sho'eaid slowly and
thon gurgled in delighted appreciation
of the Joke.
"Oh, Lucy!" she cried gleefully and
dragged her sister around where she
could see. "Come and; look at mamma.
Ain't she funny In thiet pretty hat?"
Mrs. Potter turnedsuddenly again to
The light from a back window fell
glaringly across her. She saw tho
pink billows of chiffon and the roses
and the soft white brim drooviug over
her tanned face. The glass blurred be
fore her. She could, hardly think or
move for a minute.
Then she roused herself and lifted
the hat from her head. Her rough fin
gers caught in the soft i chiffon., as she
set It down.
"I guess I won't geti-my hat' today,
after all. Miss ElHs," alio said dully.
"Come on, children; younpa'U boswalt
ing for us."
And she pinned on;Uitold black: felt.
; : -. -
He Got (he Reputation
and Kept It
$ Bv EDWARD BOLTWOOD
4. Copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co. A,
Carl P. Stryver Jumped from the
moving trolley car nnd hurried up a
suburban cross street. His energetic
gnlt was almost a run, hnt it was dig-
j nlGed by the Important expression of
I his face. He bud recently acquired the
I art of always appearing overburdened
I by vast and mysterious plans.
I An appreciative passenger on the
I rear scut of the car spoke to the con
ductor. I "That lad's a live wire, hoy?"
"You bet.'" agreed the otllclaL "The
city of Leetou never had no such a
booster us Carl P., nor any other city
of our size here in Ohier. I guess !"
The 12 o'clock whistles shrieked
hoarsely as Stryver burst Into his
house like a tropical storm. Since the
''WHAT IN TUB WORLD ARE 100 CELE
day when he resigned his clerkship In
tho Leeton bank to accept the office of
secretary of the new board of trade
he very seldom came home for the
midday meal, which be had of late
learned to call lunch and which his
wife still called dinner. Uose was
therefore surprised and genuinely
pleased to see him.
"Deeley's man hasn't Used the gas
stove," she said. "1 can't understand
why I shouldn't attend to that, Carl, as
well as you!"
"Of course you can't understand,
dear," said Carl. "No woman could
understand board of trade affairs any
better than she could help in them.
Deeley has Just Joined the board, and I
want to get into personal touch with
him, so I'll attend to the stove-myself,
perhaps tomorrow, Rosamond."
She smiled good humoredly, for she
was not yet accustomed to the impres
sive alteration of her name which
Stryver had established.
"And why not today?"
"Today?" be snorted. "Gracious
powers! Today is the biggest day in
the history of the board of trade. Mr.
Nlles Is scheduled to arrive this after
noonthe great Amos Nlles of Pitts
burghand if ho takes a shlno to Lee
ton people nud moves one of his boil
er works here it will be a feather in
the board's cap, 1 can tell you, that
the city won't forget"
"I do wish you'd stay for din for
luncheon with mel" said Uose.
"We're going to show Mr. Nlles how
proud we are of the place we livo in
and how we're always trying to make
It better. Goodbyl"
It was nearly 5 o'clock when the ac
cident happened. An automobile skid
ded against a post opposite tho Stry
vers' house. There was a muffled
scream from the covered tonneau, and
a stout old gentleman clambered out
of it to the sidewalk and shook bid fist
at the chauffeur.
"You no 'count Idjut!" be roared.
"You've gone and scared my wife Into
conniption fits again, you French fool!"
Mrs. Stryver fairly flew to her din
ing room, back to tho front door and
down her front steps, bearing a bojtle
and a glass.
"There, there, dearie!" she said to
tho limp old lady. "Don't you take on.
You drink this, and come right into
the bouse and lie down, and stay as
long as you want to."
The lady accepted the support of
Rose's strong young arm without an
Instant's hesitation. Tho gentleman ap
peared to be equally accustomed to
"Thank you. ma'am," he acknowledg
ed. "You're real folksy to strangers
for a city woman, ain't you? Martha's
sort o' half sick. I'd ought to 'a' known
better than to fetched her on this trip,
and what's this? Currant wine? Well,
say! 1 haven't seen any currant wine
In a reglar dog's age!"
1 1 1 im II!
"1 II c.ive yon a fnvrn made apple pie
to go with it." laughed Mrs. Stryver.
lie beamed gratefully, and while
Hose assisted his wife Into the house
lie turned on Hie French chnuffeur,
who was tinkering lit the wheel.
"Listen, you!" exploded the old gen
tleman. "We'll stop here quite a spell.
You can mend that axle or not; I don't
care two cents. I'd as lief dump the
whole shebang into my boiler works
for scrap Iron!"
"Vairy good." Jabbered the chauf
feur, touching his cap. "Vairy good.
Meanwhile at the rooms of the Lee
ton board of trade tho reception com
mittee, high collared and frock coat
ed, waited anxiously for Amos Nlles
of Pittsburgh. Kncli of the five mem
bers wore In his lapel a small badge
shaped like the sole of a shoe and in
scribed, "My Heart and Soul For Lee
ton." The badge had been happily de
vised by Carl Stryver In honor of the
fir.-st accomplishment of the board of
trade, which was the Importation to
the city of a shoe factory, now ex
tinct Stryver sat at the secretary's desk In
a corner of one of the rooms. Beside
him sat the landlord of the Majestic
"We will have the claret served with
the entree." said Stryver, scowling at
a portentous dinner card.
"Wouldn't you rather have wine than
claret?" hinted the landlord.
"That's right." put In Meyer, the
committee's chairman. "We've got to
blow Mr. Nlles clean off his feet He
must be a great spender. Remember
tho day we called on lilm, Carl, and the
way ho ordered people round? I guess
we can size up a man O. IC. What jol
lies a millionaire like him Is lugs, and
plenty of 'em. Make it wine!"
"I had planned the champagne with
the seventh course, the truffle cro
quettes," explained Stryver, "but we'll
have It earlier. If you prefer." lie
glanced at his watch.
"After 5 o'clock already!" he an
"Maybe the train's late," suggested
"Maybe ho won't come by train,"
Stryver rejoined. "Ilis letter didn't
say. By George, Is that our telephone
He secluded himself in a telephone
booth. No sooner had be done so than
the hall door of the room opened slow
ly. Mr. Meyer started and caught h!3
breath. The committee stood at at
tention, as If being photographed. But
the arrival was merely Judge Broder
ck, a tall, angular old fellow In a
crumpled suit of tweeds.
Carl had not observed Judge Brodor
lck. Carl's face was white and set, and
he rested both clinched fists on the
table, with the air of a United States
president whose entire reputation Is
at stake, confronting a national crisis
In the cabinet
"Gentlemen," he said firmly, "there
has been a change la our arrange
ments. Amos Nlles is at my house. I
shall expect you there within an hour
or so. Now, leave this to ma Don't
ask me to waste time by explaining."
' lie could not have lucidly explained
had he wished to. Rosamond over the
wire had given him a jumbled report
femininely unbusinesslike and almost
incoherent It was clear from it only
that Amos Nlles declined to leave Stry
ver's bouse. Stryver plunged down the
stairs nud Into a cab.
"Ryan's grocery!" he shouted to the
The drive gave hlra an opportunity
to think. He checked Items excitedly
on his tremulous fingers. He must stop
at a florist's, a wine merchant's, a
Abruptly the gas stove occurred to
him. lie rapped frantically on tho front
window of the carriage.
"To Deeley's!" screamed Stryver.
"Deeley, the plumber!"
Then, with a sudden spasm akin to
toothache, he remembered flie cracked
glass of his street door. The parlor
carpet too! What opinion would Mr.
Niles have about that? Stryver leaned
back In tho cab nud groaned penitently.
Why hadn't he taken care of bis home?
His fingers Btrayed to the badge In his
lapel, and he wondered If the Pitts
burgh millionaire had noticed that the
porch needed a painting.
The carriage rattled up tho street to
his house, and Stryver dismounted with
his bundles, resembling an overworked
Suuta Claus. Rose serenely met him
on tho steps.
"Carl, what In tho world are you cel
ebrating?" "Hush!" he whispered. "Smuggle
this gasfitter into the kitchen, can you?
Where's Mr. Niles?"
"Up in our bedroom with his wife.
The sweetest old people! But, Carl, the
stove needn't be fixed this Instant
We've had supper."
"Hud din had supper?"
"Yes," smiled Rose. "Mr. Nlles said
It was the best he ever ate. I man
aged pretty well, considering."
"Considering my neglect of things,
you mean," supplied Stryver sadly. "I
guess. Rose, that boosting, like charity,
begins at Oh, my heavens, here he
A couple of hours later the five mem
bers of the board of trade committee
left Stryver's residence, dlnnerless, but
happy. Amos Nlles, genial in shirt
sleeves and slippers, had assured them
that he was thoroughly satisfied with
Ix'eton nnd that one of his factories
would be erected there. In tho return
ing trolley car Mr. Meyer was moved
to enthusiastic comment
"And the old plutocrat did look sat
isfied, for a fact," said Mr. Meyer.
"How ho chuckled over that doughnut
didn't he? Stryver claimed that It was
all becauso of u motor accident, but I
believe Curl P. had tho whole thing
framed up, somehow. That lad's a
live wire, hey?" ,
"You bet!" ejaculated the committee
la fervent chorus.
An amazing anecdote of Tombo, the
great South American poet. Is told by
I'hanor J. Eder In his volume "Co
lombia." The Incident happened in a
New York literary
over by a distin
lady. P o in b o.
who was s m a I 1
mid very homely,
had been present
ed to her. and she
asked him with
who was the an
the famous Edda
"Do y o ii really
a rl ji -V
find these verse;-
STEAK, M AN ! CRIED Wf)rth ,,,,,,,-
MB HOSTESS. rtmil)((
"Worth reading! Verses vibrating
with the deepest passions of a worn
an's soul, so essentially feminine
verses, too, exhaling the mysticism,
the udoration of a Santa Teresa! Oh.
you men! Who among you could write
"Well," said Pombo, "Eddu Is now in
New York, and if you want to make
"Speak, man!" cried his hostess Im
petuously. "Where does she live?
What's her name? I'll see her tomor
row. I will cover her with kisses!"
"Then begin, senora!" said the ugly
little Pombo. "I-I am Edda."
Duty, Friendship, Love.
The brlHht Illusions cherish
Of duty, friendship, love.
Without them that would perish
Which buoys us earth above.
But why Illusions call them?
What else bo Ion survives
In mortals to enthrall them
To live their human lives?
Believe, for they ure real.
Those visions pure and high.
Pursuit of the ideal
- Fits men to live and die.
John Ooadby Gregory.
Couldn't Fool Her.
This story of Gibbon, the famous his
torian, was told by a contemporary:
"Gibbon had a small face, almost
lost between a high forehead and a
big doublo chin and a caricature of a
nose which wus crushed between the
encroaching slopes of a pair of baggy
cheeks. One day
ho was introduc
ed by M. do Lau
zun to Mme. du
Defraud, a blind
lady, who was In
the habit of pass
ing her bauds
over the features
of her renowned
to her In order to
get an Idea of
these marks of
his face' to tho ex
ploration of tho
THIS IS A
blind lady's fingers with a delightful
"Mme. du Dcffand passed her fingers
over his chubby face carefully. She
did ber utmost to discover some other
outstanding trait than tho pair of ab
normally developed cheeks, but all to
no purposo. During the examination
expressions of doubt and bewilderment
chased each other over the faco of the
blind woman until at last. In an out
burst of anger, sho let her hands fall
by. ber side and cried out 'Bah; this Is
a bad joke!' "
He Was No Scot.
On one occasion Sir Henry Campbell
Bunnoruian and Taylor, the golf cham
pion, wero at Biarritz together. A
Scotch relative of Sir Henry's earnest
ly contended that Taylor was of Scotch
birth, a claim which Sir Henry was in
clined to support. Ono of the guests
then Intervened: "Well, all I know
about Taylor is that he Is a very nice
man; my golf club engaged him to play
an exhibition match ut a fixed fee.
Taylor duly came, but the weather was
so wet that no golf could bo played,
and when we offered hhn payment he
refused firmly, only taking his bare
traveling expenses." Whereupon Sir
Henry turned to a compatriot and suld,
"I'm afraid such a fact is quite futal
to our contention!"
A Matter of Courts.
A famous cricketer who hud always
pretended to regard golf as "u game
for old men and crlpply women" was
once persuaded to try his luck at tho
sport. Almost the whole club went
to tho first tee to see blm drive off.
"What have I got to do, caddie, my
old friend?" he remarked. In languid
"You drive off from here, sir." said
tho caddie, pointing to the tee, "and
you've got to put the ball In that little
hole with the red flag flying above it
I'll go on and mark your ball."
Tho cuddle moved on and the cricket
er, with proper deliberation, drove off.
By an extraordinary stroke of luck, be
drove a beautiful bull, which landed
Just on the edgo of tho green and
slowly trickled down into the hole.
Tho raddle, wild with excitement
came dashing back, shouting, "You're
down In one, sir the ball's la the
Oh. Is It? I'm glad of that." replied
tho novlco unconcernedly. "At first
I was afraid I might have missed It."
HIS OWN LAST WAGER.
Even Though It Wat a Sure Loser, He
Wat Perfectly Satisfied.
They wero talking in the smoking
room about steamship sharpers, and
Alf Hayman, tho impresario, said:
"I'll tell you u story about nn Amer
ican easy mark.
"Mr. Easy Mark, on the way back
home from a summer tour of Europe,
shared a stateroom with two men who
ho had reason to believe wero sharp
ers. "He believed they were sharkers bo
cause they wero continually proposing
the most tempting bets to him bets
where it seemed Impossible for blm
to lose and yet as soon as ho put up
his money, the two men took it away
"So he camo to believe that the bets
were crooked. Nevertheless they were
also so tempting that he couldn't resist
them, and finally his funds got down
"On tho last day of tho voyage be
said to the two men:
" 'Well, fellows, you've cleaned me
out of everything but my honor and
$3.00, and I'm willing to risk tho $3.50
on a last bet with you, provided you'll
let me decide what the bet Is to be.'
"They agreed, for they were curious,
and there was little to be lost.
" 'Well, fellows,' he said, 'this Is tho
bet I'll bet you $3.50 that as we sail
up the bay I'll yell louder than tho
ship's steam whistle.'
"He looked in their astonished faces
" 'Of course. I'll lose, but, by gosh, t
know tho whistle can't be fixed.' "
The world Is no longer clay, but
rather Iron, In the hands of Its work
ers, and men have got to hammer out
a place for themselves by steady and
rugged blows. Emerson.
Life and Love.
In the Democratic cloak room of tho
houso not long ago a statesman, hav
ing discussed at length the tariff, cur
rency reform and the Central Ameri
can situation, announced kindly:
"Now, I'll give you fellows the differ
ence between life and love."
Everybody Immediately expressed
eagerness to know the difference.
"Life," he said, "is just one fool
thing after another. Love is just two
fool things after each other." Popular
It Is likely that the most embarrassed
man In New York could be found the
other day in a Sixth avenue store. IIo
was a mild. Inoffensive looking man.
lie stood leaning over the balcony that
TUB BOX HAPPENED TO LOOK UP.
surrounds the first floor of the store,
looking with Interest at the crowd be
low. Presently bis eye alighted on a
small boy who was being rushed from
counter to counter In tow of a very
largo woman. Just as he looked down
at tho boy the boy happened to look
up at him. Instinctively perceiving,
with diabolic Instinct what would bo
his own youthful propensity if he oc
cupied a similar point of vuntige, tho
boy struck a beseeching attitude aud
culled out in imploring accents:
"Oh, mister; please, mister, don't
spit on me!"
For a man with no intention of spit
ting on that particular boy or any ono
else the situation was certainly awk
ward, aud the man retired In red fuced
confusion. New York Times.
All In the Same Boat.
This la one of President Wilson's
"A friend of mine was In Canada
with a fishing party, and one member
of the party wus Imprudent enough to
sample some whisky that wus culled
Squirrel whisky because it made those
who drank it Inclined to climb u tree.
This gentleman imbibed too much of
this dungerous liquid, and the conse
quence wus that when he went to the
train to go with the rest of the com
pany he took u train bound south in
stead of a train bound north. Wish
lug to recover him. his companions tel
egraphed the conductor of the south
bound train: 'Send short num. nnmed
Johnson, buck for tho northbound
train. He Is Intoxicate!.'
"Presently they not a reply from tho
conductor: 'Further particulars need
ed. There are thirteen luen on the
train who don't know either their
name or their destination.' "