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An Easter Lily
it Inspires Good j*
Feeling and (f
Good Deeds JL
Copyright by American Press Asso
ciation, 1911.
The little white house stood close to
the street, and the bow window jutted
tfut to the fence, its burden of flower
ing plants making the only bright bit
of color on the wild March day. Be
hind the tall flower stand Miss Imo
gen Morse had hovered like a benef
icent fairy. She waved her magic
sprinkling pot and touched a dead leaf
here and there, and the plants grew
taller and greener and put forth fra
grant blossoms toward the sunshine.
Back of the big pots there had been
a row of Bermuda lilies. Slowly they
had been forced during the long win
ter until now brought into the sun
they showed tall graceful stalks bris
tling with green leaves and topped by
wonderful waxlike white buds.
Miss Imogen had three Easter lilies.
She had planted the bulbs in the fall
and tended them all winter, and now
that Easter was only three days off
she was choosing the handsomest
plant to send over to the parsonage.
The next one was to go to her bosom
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friend, Henrietta Owen, and the third
one was for Miss Imogen's parlor win
As Miss Imogen leaned over the
flowers a shadow flickered across the
window, and she raised her head to
meet the admiring gaze of Huldah
Scott Miss Scott's eyes were fixed
on the Easter lilies, but she also saw
Miss Imogen, and she bowed pleas
antly, yet with a certain proud reserve
of manner She spoke, and her voice
came through the open window
"Your lilies are beautiful, Imogen,"
she said rather wistfully.
"They are uncommonly handsome,"
returned Imogen stiflly, making a
movement to close the window. Her
rather sharp black eyes were looking
absently over Huldah's shabby hat.
It was as if she appeared not to see
the woman on the sidewalk
Huldah flushed proudly and resumed
her walk down the street. After Imo
gen Morse's contemptuous accents had
died in the rattling down of the win
dow sash Hnldah flung her head up
proudly and walked as if her cloak
was not worn and shining at the
seams and her shoes cracked and
There was a tap at the side door,
followed by a turning of the knob
Then a short, heavily built woman
came into the room and tossed aside
the knitted shawl which had covered
her head and shoulders Her face
was very red, and her scanty portion
of light hair clung flatly to her rather
large head Henrietta Owen was
Imogen Morse's most intimate friend.
"Where did you drop from?" asked
Imogen, pushing a chair forward for
the visitor
"Been to the postoflice," panted Mrs.
Owen, sinking heavily into the rocker.
"I asked for your mail, but there
wasn't anything I met Huldah just
bejond heie Thought maybe she'd
been calling on you She looked sly
ly at Imogen out of her small black
"You know better than that, Hen
rietta," retorted Imogen good humor
edly "I expect you can tell to a
the last time Huldah Scott crossed my
threshold She's got no liking for
"Small wonder," remarked Mrs.
Owen dryly
Imogen paused in her task of dust
ing^ the books in the tall secretary
and* turned her long neck around.
"Whatever do you mean, Henrietta
Owen?" she demanded, with asperity.
"First time I knew you to take Hul
dah Scott's part against me."
"I'm not taking her part. All I said
was it was small wonder she had no
liking for you If you'd lost that law
suit instead of her I guess the hard
feelings would have been on the other
"You'll have to explain what you
mean," Imogen said incoherently. "If
you think Huldah Scott wasn't treated
fairly you can go to Judge Blake or
the jury which decided that the prop
erty never had been her father's and
couldn't rightfully belong to anybody
but my father's heirs."
"That's all as it may be," said Mrs.
Owen quietly, "but you know right
well that the Scott place was bought
by Huldah's father and, they always
lived in it It wasn't till after old Mr.
Scott died that your father came for
ward and claimed that the Scotts nev
er had a deed to the place and it be
longed to your pa by right of inher
itance from old Caleb Morse, though
I don't see what he's got to do with
"He was father's uncle," said Imo
gen sullenly. "I'm mighty glad, Hen
rietta Owen, that you've spoke your
mind and told me what you think
about the matter. First time I ever
knew you was so sympathetic for Hul
dah Scott."
"I can't help being sorry for her,
Imogen. You had a nice home of your
own and enough to live quiet on, and
the old place was all Huldah had.
You know the only thing she can do
to earn money is to take boarders, and
now that her house is gone she can't
do a thing. Most of her furniture is
stored in Deacon Brown's barn and
she a-living in those two little rooms
over the bakery a-trying to sew, poor
soul, and her hardly ever taking a
needle in her hand, not being handy
that way. No wonder she looks shab
by and old fashioned. But she's proud
as Lucifer and won't let anybody help
her by any ways."
"So I am to blame for that, am I?"
demanded Imogen fiercely.
"She ought to have her home back,"
said Mrs. Owen obstinately. "It's
proved her father paid the money for
it. I must be going now," she contin
ued, with a side glance at the flowers.
"You mustn't mind what I said about
Huldah Scott. I can't help feeling sor
ry for her."
"I expect everybody in town feels
the same way," challenged Imogen.
"They seem to feel sorry for her,"
admitted Mrs. Owen. "Goodby, Im
ogen. Come around and see me when
you can."
The subject of the lawsuit her father
had instituted against the meager es
tate of old James Scott was a sore one
for victorious Imogen Morse. Three
years had passed since Huldah had
been turned from her home, and in
that time she had tried half a dozen
ways to earn a living and failed in
each. But she was a splendid house
keeper, and formerly she had earned a
comfortable livelihood by taking
boarders in the rambling old house of
her father. Now she was knocked
hither and thither among the few
wage earners in the village. At pres
ent she was tending the bakery for
the Smiths.
Imogen always looked forward to
Easter as a season of great joy, for
she loved the resurrection of the flow
ers from their wintry sleep, the new
clothing of the earth, the vague prom
ise of a new life beyond this old one.
All these things bore significance for
She impressed the story of the resur
rection on her Sunday school class.
She found herself waxing eloquent as
she compared the arising of the bless
ed Lord from his death sleep to the
awakening of the dormant plant life.
She was filled with joy at the ap
proach of Eastertide, and it was not
herself but a black shadow of her real
nature which had carelessly overlook
ed the wrong that had been done to
Huldah Scott.
The next day would be Good Friday,
and Imogen resolved that she would
have some hot cross buns for her
breakfast, so after her dinner was
cleared away she walked down to the
bakery. The store was quite empty
save for a little girl perched on a stool
behind the counter. It was the baker's
"Well, Edna, who's tending store
today?" asked Imogen briskly.
"Miss Huldah's tending store. She'll
be back in a moment. Have your lilies
withered up yet, Miss Imogen?" asked
the little girl eagerly.
"Withered up? What do you mean,
child?" demanded Miss Morse.
"Why, father said he should think
the lilies would wither up under the
touch of your hands, you're so hard
hearted," said the child, with the bru
tal directness of her age.
Imogen gasped and turned white.
"Well, I never," she gasped "I never
did!" Then she turned and fled from
the place.
Back in her own rooms, she looked
strangely at the lilies. Once she reach
ed forth a finger tip and touched the
white Vvaxen blossom. "It didn't with-
er," she said eagerly. "I wonder what
I can do Suppose I should touch one
tomorrow or Sunday and it should
turn brown! I never thought of that
I suppose I am not fit: I am not fit'"
Miss Imogen bowed her black head on
her hands and sat very still
She was very busy the next two
days, and on the night before Easter
sat in her sitting room with the
three Easter lilies ranged in a row be
fore her
"It's no credit to me to give Huldah
Scott back her house again. That's her
own. What can I do that will hurt
me the most? Speak up, Imogen
Morse!" she commanded herself.
The gate clicked, and Huldah Scott
ran up the path and knocked lightly
on the door "Come in," said Imogen.
"It's me,5
said Huldah breathlessly.
"I just heard little Edna Smith tell
what she said to you the other day
about the lilies withering. I'm awful
sorry, Imogen, but you mustn't mind
Folks say all sorts of mean things
Imogen arose and placed her hands
on Huldah's shoulders. "I don't mind,
Huldah," she said seriously. "I'm glad
of it. I always thought I knew what
Easter meant, but I find I didn't real
ize it meant the resurrecting of a soul
from sin as much as anything else,
and I've set myself a stint."
"What is it?" asked Huldah.
"I'm not going to touch another
Easter lily until I'm satisfied I'm
cleansed of some of my sins," said
Imogen grimly. "All these lilies are
for you, and the new plum colored suit,
and your place back and all. It's no
credit to me."
Huldah took Imogen's hand and
closed it tightly around the largest,
snowiest blossom of the Easter lily.
"Oh, Imogen, you are worthy now!"
she said softly.
Iiarge Farms or Little?
The Kansas train robber has taken
to the automobile as a means of get
ting away with his bboty. Next will
come the aeroplane outlaw.
Speaking of the "war game" in Tex
as, its name is said to be poker.
Unnecessary Fire Disasters.
Another fire horror, the Washington
place disaster in the heart of New
York city, has been added to the long
list of such calamities in this coun
try. As is usual in such cases, the
public officials have set about "inves
tigating" the cause of the fire and
seeking to fix the responsibility. And,
as usual, the public is clamoring for
reforms in the construction of build
ings in which large numbers of per
sons live or have employment. It is
simply the old story of locking the
stable door after the horse has es
It appears that the efficient chief of
the fire department in New York, Ed
ward F. Croker, who has spent all his
adult life in fighting fires and study
ing means for their prevention and
for the prevention of loss of life when
they do take place, repeatedly has
warned the officials that thousands of
buildings in the great city are insuf
ficiently provided with fire escapes
and other means of exit. Mr. Croker
is able now to employ "the deadly
parallel" in an effective manner The
ten story building in which 142 or
more persons, mostly young women
and girls, suffered terrible deaths had
only one frail fire escape, and that
was located not on the outside of the
structure, but in an inside court also
the doors leading from this court were
found to be locked. Inside the build
ing itself were locked doors which
barred the terrified victims from ac
cess to the exits. Heaps of charred
bodies were piled up against these
locked doors. Still other evidences of
criminal negligence were discovered.
While the danger from fires is great
er in the large cities, where hundreds
of workers are herded together in tall
buildings, there are in every town in
the country buildings which are mere
fire trapsdeath traps in ease of fire
Thousands of small buildings where
people live or work upstairs lack prop
er exits. The majority of persons
never take into consideration the prob
ability of a disastrous fire breaking
out, endangering their lives. When
such a fire does occur they become
panic stricken. Panic invites disas
ter. It behooves every one to become
well acquainted with the means of es
cape in case of a fire. Many lives'
(Would be saved annually if people
took this simple precaution.
Because a girl jilted him a New Eng
ender stayed in bed forty years. The
ordinary Yankee does not lie down
that way at one rebuff.
Poets and peach blossoms have ar
rived. Surely it must be spring.
One of the sops to Cerberus proposed
tj President Diaz of Mexico is to di
vide some of the immense landed es
tates in that country into small farms
and permit the common people to ac
quire a few acres of their own instead
of remaining mere tenants. One of
the causes of the present rebellion is
the system of land holdings now and
for many years past employed, which
makes peons or semi-serfs of a very
large part of the population.
There is an insistent demand for
land not only in Mexico, but in all
other countries. The people want to
own land. They do not, as a rule, de
sire large holdings, but they want a
few acres of their own. The desire is
natural and commendable. In the
United States there are many large
tracts of land held by timber or min
ing companies which ought to be di
vided into small parcels and put upon
the market for agricultural purposes.
The writer has In mind a tract of
about 10,000 acres in a middle western
state, owned by a lumber company,
which has cut off all the timber of
sawmill size, but is holding the entire
tract for sale in one piece. Already
partially cleared, this land would
make excellent farm homes, and if put
upon the market in plots of ten to
fifty acresample for the ordinary
farmer, gardener or orchardist it
would cut up into many separate
farms and develop a new agricultural
community. Many other such instances
of holding large tracts for sale in
one parcel might be mentioned
Moreover, there are many farmers
who own too much land and ought to
dispose of a part of their acreage to
other farmers who have none or not
enough. Farmers who own hundreds
of acres of tillable land which they
cannot use and those who try to till
too many acres should get rid of their
unprofitable surplus and let somebody
else have a whack at the soil.
In most American communities the
small farm appears to be the solution
of the problem of future livelihood
for the farmer himself and the feed
ing and clothing of town and city
people. A limited acreage induces to
ward intensive farminggetting out of
the soil all that it will produce. Too
many acres are worse in some re
spects than not enough.
The Old Fashioned Mother.
44Where is the old fashioned moth,
er?" asks an editorial writer In a big
city daily newspaper. "Is the old
race of mothers extinct, and with
them the home restraint of children?"
It is an easy matter to tell this dis
tressed editor where the old fashioned
mother Is. She is in the homes of mil
lions upon millions of happy families,
here, there and everywhere. She is in
this town, in your town, out on the
farm, and in the vast and crowded
cities also. General conditions sur
rounding life have changed materially
In the past generation, but human na
ture remains human nature. Mother
love is as tender and solicitous as ever
It was. The mothers of today are
rearing children who will rise up and
call them blessed, just as "the old
fashioned mothers" of other days did.
The mothers of today, in their good
old fashioned way, are cooking the
meals, washing the dishes, dusting the
furniture, making the children's
clothes, sewing on their buttons, darn
ing their socks, kissing them and get
ting them off to school, just as did
the mothers of yesterday.
Don't cast any reflections upon the
mothers. The sons and daughters
won't stand for such a thing. Sup
pose there is a comparatively small
number of mothers who neglect their
children, let them go to picture shows
unattended or loaf about the streets,
while mamma sees the matinee or
gads around and gossips. There al
ways have been a few such mothers
and always will be. But in the main
the mothers do their duty as they
see it. Doubtless many of them might
do better in relation to their offspring
If they had had the advantages of
fitter training, but as a general prop
osition, looking at the matter from the
wider horizon of thought, the mothers
are pretty nearly all right
No the old race of mothers is not
extinct, Mr. Metropolitan Editor, and
never will be so long as humans and
human nature survive on this whirl
ing planet
Now that Mr. Taft and the mikado
have exchanged fraternal greetings
and assurances that "the relations of
amity and good understanding be
tween our two countries were never
better or more cordial than at this
time" Mr. Hobson is reasonably en
titled to a vacation.
Too many "fireproof" buildings are
BO constructed as to save themselves
at the expense of human life.
Easter hats are due.
Uncle Sam's Pin Money.
It costs something to run this gov
ernment. At its third ~and "final ses
sion the Sixty-first congress made ap
propriations aggregating $1,025,489,-
661.54. What the 54 cents was needed
for does not appear in the condensed
statement, but the 1,025 millions of
dollars are accounted for in large slabs
of figures. For instance, the post of
fice department gets $257,000,000 plus,
but it is comforting to note that all
but about $7,000,000 of this staggering
sum will be returned from the postal
revenues for the fiscal year 1912.
Only a generation ago, it is said, the
entire appropriation for the support
of the government for a period of two
years was less than five-sixths of the
postal appropriation made by the Six
ty-first congress. But this immense in
crease in expenditures does not indi
cate an undue extravagance. It shows,
on the contrary, the enormous growth
of business in the United States. Less
than thirty years ago the entire cost
of the postal system was not so much
as is expended now on the compara
tively new rural free delivery, for
which nearly $43,000,000 was appro
priated for the coming fiscal year.
Pensions require the next biggest
item. The appropriation for the old
soldiers, widows and other dependents
of soldiers amounts to nearly $154,-
000,000. Next in size is the navy's
demand, exceeding $126,000,000, while
the army must get along for a couple
of years on $93,000,000 and a little
more. Nearly $17,000,000 is appropri
ated for agriculture, and nobody can
deny that, in the language of the late
lamented somebody, "it's wuth it."
Until rather recent years scientific
agriculture has been neglected in this
country. Nowadays the department
is awake to the magnificent possibili
ties of American agriculture. The
farm, and not the bank or the stock
market, is the real source of our
wealth. The farm cannot be fostered
and encouraged too much.
There are those among us who hold
that Uncle Sam should use more of
his pin money for agricultural en
couragement and less for naval con
struction. The difference between
$126,000,000 for engines of destruction
and $17,000,000 for food production Is
considerable, to say the least
A cat eating roast chicken In the
pantry of a citizen In an eastern town
caused the calling of the police to
catch burglars. Evidently that cat
crunched the bones rather noisily.
It the man milliner should wear his
own creations he would be consistent,
but wouldn't he look odd?
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The Buff of Phalaris.
Perillus of Athens is said by the an
cient authorities to have invented for
Phalaris. tyrant of Agrigentum. B. C.
570, a brazen bull which opened on
the side to admit victims who were to
be roasted to death by the fire which
was built underneath. The dying
groans of the sufferers closely resem
bled the "roaring of a maddened bull
hence the name that was given to the
invention. It is refreshing to know
that later on the populace rose against
Phalaris and burned the tyrant in the
bull that he had made to be the cause
of death to so many others.New York
A Roundabout River.
The Kentucky river at Jackson is a
freak. It runs for five miles or more
to advance sixty feet. The circuit
the water forms what is known as the
"panhandle." Standing on the back
bone you can flip a stone into the river
on the north side and one into the river
on the south side, five miles below
You are on the north side of the river
and on the south side of the river and
going up the river and down the river
at the same time.Winchester News.
Her Status.
"Axe you a friend of the groom's
family?" asked the usher at the
church wedding.
"I think not," replied the lady ad
dressed, "I'm the mother of the
bride."Yonkers Statesman.
Mr. Lately MarriedBut, dearest, I
thought we had planned to go to the
opera this evening? Mrs. DittoYes,
love, bat have changed our mind.
filendorado Farmers'Mutual Fire Insurance Co.
O. H. UGLEM, President
CHAS. D. KALIHER, Treasurer
Insurance in Force $1,300,000
Average cost to members but one-half of that charged by old line
companies. For further information write
J. A. Erstad, Secretary Freer, Minn.
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Job Printing and Job Printing
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Dealer in
Fresh and Salt Meats, Lard,
Poultry, Fish and Game in Season.
Both Telephones.
Main Street, (Opposite Starch Factory.) Princeton, Minn.
Northern Cement Construction Go.
5^ (Successors to Bergman Bros.) ZCS
-Contractors and Builders of
Cement Sidewalks, Curbs, Steps, Borders,
Street Crossings, Lawn Walks, Cellar
Bottoms, Barn Floors, Etc.
Agents for the Fama Stonewood Flooring
kinds of Job Printingchat which is neat and
artisti an that which possesses neither of these qualities. The
Princeton* Union makes it a point to turn out none but the former
kind,*and the Union finds this easy because it has the type, machinery
and skilled labor with which to accomplish it.
Nothing Looks Worse Than
Botched Job Printing.
It is a drawback to the business of a merchant or anyone else who uses
it. Botched Job Printing suggests loose methods. Then why not use
the kind printed by the Union? It costs you no more and gives the
public a good impression of your business. The Princeton Union is
prepared to execute every description of
Commercial and Fancy Printing
at short notice and nominal prices. If you are in need of letterheads,
noteheads, billheads, statements, cards, posters, programs, wedding
invitations or any other work in the printing line, an order for the
same placed with the Union will insure its being produced in an at-
tractive and un-to-date style.
Princeton* Minnesota.
Fastening Battery Wires.
There are two ways of doing almost
everything, and this is especially true
of fastening battery and coil terminal
wires. One way is wrong, and the
other is to twist the bare end of the
wire around the terminal as the hands
of the clock move and then tighten up
the nut. The reason for this is be
cause the screw thread is right hand
ed therefore the tendency of the tight
ening nut will be to twist the wire
around the terminal tighter than It
was. Should the wire be twisted the
other way the nut would tend to un
twist it and it would slip under the*
nut and very likely get a very poor,
hold.Boston Herald.
Snubbed the Czar.
Paderewski once dared to affront
the czar, with the result that he soon
received a note commanding him to
leave St Petersburg, where he had
been booked for a number of concerts,
within twenty-four hours. The czar
had sent for him and paid him a neat
compliment, but is said to have receiv
ed the chilly response, "Sire, I am a
No Chance to Ba Cheap.
"Why do you delay proposing to
that girl?"
"I'm saving up to buy an engage
ment ring."
^'Something especially expensive?"
"It'll have to be. I can't fool her.
Her father runs a jewelry store."
Not as Bad at That.
"Is your master in a somnolent con
"No, sir, Tie was pretty violent, but
now he's asleep."Baltimore Americanv

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