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The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, February 16, 1916, Image 2

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There was plenty to Interest Vera
Dane, when she arrived at Ward villa
to rest up from ally social duties at
the home of her bright pretty cousin
Olga Wolcott. For one thing, a local
department store was offering a five
hundred-dollar piano to the successful
winner in a voting contest as to the
most popular girl in Wardville.
“It's settled beforehand," spoke
Olga indignantly. “You have heard
me speak of Blanche Ridgeley. She
prides herself as the exclusive queen
of the so-called exclusive upper crust
set of the district. She has cut me
as too humble, or rather with too
much openness In my opinions to ac
cord with the artificial and superficial
views of her group. I fear the taboo
as a relative of my poor discredited
self, will extend to you also."
Vera shrugged her shoulders ver>
“My dear,” she said, "that will not
give me any anxiety. I have come
here to rest 1 long for a good full
two weeks of bird song, sunshine and
rest. So much do 1 crave It. that not
one of my friends outside of the direct
family know where I am.”
Olga gazed thoughtfully at her
cousin. She admired Vera and was
proud of her. Olgn s lips curled scorn
fully as she contrasted this acknowl
edged leader of a chosen metropolitan
social circle with the petty asplra
ttons of Miss Blanche Ridgeley. A
hope had come Into her mind that
Vera might be Incited to reveal her
real aristocratic position and rally
around her a select group. "Just to
**l Have Come Here to Rest.”
show that hateful upstart what real
social distinction meant." Vera’s an
nouncement. however, effectually set
aside her plans.
It was destined that Vera should be
aroused from her indifference within
the next few days She accompanied
Olga to have a skirt fitted by a Miss
Rose Tyler. The dressmaker’s little
workrooms were In a poor part of the
town, and as the pony phaeton drew
up at Its front Olga elevated her eyo
orows at the sight of a showy auto
mobile drawn up to the curb.
“We are favored.” she observed
satirically, that is the grand Ridgeley
They entered the front room of the
little shop to be met by one of Miss
Tyler’s assistants, who requested them
to be seated, as her employer was en
gaged In the fitting room. Thence in
n few moments there emanated the
echo of a sharp and angry voice, fem
inlne but rasping, it suggested the ma
lignant onslaught of some tyro-virago
rating an inferior under the spell of
meekness or fear.
“Some more of the admirable Lady
Ridgeley!" observed Olga in a whis
per to her companion, and Just then
the delectable lady leader of high so
ciety in Wardville flaunted out. her
features distorted with a rage that
showed evil depths in that perverse
Miss Ridgeley nodded crisply to
Olga, stared Insolently at Vera, and
Vera’s eyes flashed as the ill-natured
aristocrat swept out to her waiting
automobile Then Vera arose to fol
low Olga, who had started for the In
ner room. At its threshold Vera
It was to view a pathetic and mov
ing scene. Miss Tyler, the little dress
maker. a fair sweet faced girl of nine
teen. was seated beside a torn and
disordered fabric of lace and satin,
sobbing out her sorrow. After all her
hard work, from a vicious caprice
Miss Ridgeley had gone into a trans
port of wrath because she herself had
provided a wrong shade of trimming,
had flung the garment from her and
refused to pay for the work done
upon It.
v/i&a **a*. on ner Knees oy ner side,
her arms about her neck, trying to
comfort her. V a was deeply af
fected. She drew back, feeling that
she was Intruding.
“Its a shame!" exclaimed Olga, as
they left the place. "I shall see that
Miss Tyler does not lose the money
she so soroly needs. What a viper
that Ridgeley girl Is! The most pop
ular girl" She? Why. outside of the
money spent on her by her servile
admirers Miss Tyler here would out
vote her two to one! Let me tell
you, Vera—this Rose Tyler Is the idol
of the popr people around here. Her
father, a doctor, gave his life to them
during forty years’ practice. They
are flocking to the store to get cou
pons to vote for her, but ourse
their little money will count I
against the Ridgeley dollars.'
"She struck me as a ladylike beau
tiful girl.”
“She is Just that." affirmed Olga.
"To her. too, a piano would be of
some use. Rose is a proficient mu
sician and could add to her income,
tear Vug "
Vera was thoughtful all the way
home. That afternoon she wrote a
number of letter®. She did not toll
Olga, but Vera had decided on a plan
to defeat the relentless autocracy of
Miss Ridgeley and help the modest
little dressmaker.
All Vera had to do to have her
numerous knight errants flock to her
standard, was to advise them of her
place of retreat The first to arrive
was Gerald Wynne. Of all her male
acquaintances he was the oldest.
They had known each other for years
A great many fancied it would even
tually he a match, but no word of love
had passed between them.
Within three days there was quite
a coterie at Wardville. Three of
Vera's girl chums arrived and were
domiciled in the Wolcott home. The
four young men put up at the hotel.
Strangely Vera seemed to forget her
meditated "resting up.” A series of
enjoyable lawn parties and plcnice
filled a pleasant program, mere in for
mal affairs, and all the more charm
ing for that.
Miss Ridgeley and her friends pro
ceeded to. 'sit up and take notice." but
no overtures were made, and milady
of Wardville was piqued to realize
that her petty exclusiveness had shut
her out from association with "the
real quality."
“Oh, you clever, clever plotter!”
burst forth Olga oRe day “And sc
self-sacrificing: ’
"Why. what do vou mean, my dear?”
questioned Vera, but flushing con
“All you brought your friends down
here for. was to boom our sweet little
dressmaker friend. Rose Tyler, and
she is going to win. too!”
Thanks to Gernld Wynne and hie
liberal cohorts, when the piano con
test ended Miss Rose Tyler had three
hundred votes over Miss Blanche
Ridgeley. and the coveted Instrument
was her own.
“I have a great favor to ask of you
Vera.” said Gerald, the day he and his
friends were to leave Wardville He
looked very earnest They were seat
ed In the garden with no one neat
them. Vera regarded him flutterlngly
He was a fine young fellow He had
been a loyal friend. Must she glvt
him pain—for a deep emotion showed
In his expressive eyes. Vera con
cealed her real anxiety.
"A favor—regarding?" she intlmat
ed smilingly
“I wish your advice.”
"In a matter of— ’
He spoke the word thrilllngly. rever
ently. She felt sorry for him. In thi
Intensity of his emotions he haf
caught her hand
“Gerald,” she said seriously. ,r
should have told you—you. my be.it
truest friend—that I have been on
gaged to Mr. Robert Layton now
abroad, for over six months."
"Good! grand" Gerald amazed hei
by saying “He is a fine fellow Then
with a searching glance: “Oh—die
you think I was going to propose tt
you? I. who long ago learned tha
you were a dazzling star and I ar
earthly glow worm’ Mr. Layton! en
gaged! Then all the more will yoi
use your influence to win for me tht
woman I love—Rose Tyler."
Oh. Gerald! exclaimed Vera, re
lieved and radiant—“ls this true?'
"True as the esteem, the brotherl?
love l feel for you. will always chei
lsh And bless you. good, true slstei
and comrade, for making known to m«
the sweetest, loveliest creature I eve
And so—they were married.
(Copyright. 1915. by W. <3 Chapman.)
Too New-Fangled for Her.
A South side young matron pur
chased a motor-driven sewing ma
chine. She sent for her mother to
come and see the new treasure. Her
mother came, saw and sniffed.
“I don’t like It,” she said firmly,
“and 1 don't want one of them. I
find the same fault with It that
mother found with my machine when
I got it: ‘I have sewed too long by
hand to be converted to any of your
new-fangled notions,' she declared to
me when I showed her my machine in
operation. Look at It! —Lickety-scoot!
Lickety-scoot!’ And that’s Just what
I don’t like about this motor thing—
there’s too much llckoty-scoot about
It.” —Cleveland Leader.
| "They say It’s hard to get hables or
! widowers througli their second sum
mers," mumbled Jack Kills to himself,
"but it’ll be a miracle If Dorothy
Leigh gets through her second season
without becoming engaged. She's
pretty, popular, wealthy, adorable —in
other words, just Dorothy."
Jack frowned at the awful possibil
ities of the case. He was in love with
Dorothy, but would not be in a secure
enough financial position to propose
' to her before January, when he would
be taken into the firm as a director.
He determined to go to her that
very day and ofTer her his heart, ask
Ing her to let him add his modest for
tunes, which would be greater within
the year.
In a frenzy of love and hope and a
rather foolish certainty of success.
Jack made a careful afternoon toilet
and went swinging along the few
1 blocks to Dorothy's home. But alas
for mushroom hopes! As he passed
through the iron gateway leading into
the residence street where Dorothy
lived, Henry Ardmore’s shining black
automobile rolled noiselessly toward
him, with Dorothy and Ardmore In Its
roomy rear seat. Ardmore leaned for
ward and faced Dorothy Just in time
partially to obscure the glory of her
charming smile of greeting to Jack
It was only four o'clock and Jack
went home, took out his car. and went
for an aimless run into the country.
He avoided the Country club lest he
should seem to be trailing Dorothy
and Ardmore, who would probably
stop there for tea. The short after
noon faded and was followed by dark
ness and fast-moving clouds.
Rounding a corner at a pretty good
pace. Jack had to bring his car to an
abrupt stop to avoid danger of col
liding with two disabled cars which
were standing facing each other, with
dead engines and anxious passengers.-
Jack recognized the one headed for
the city as Aramore's. He promptly
offered any possible aid, and his heart
beats broke all speed records when
the task assigned him was to take
Dorothy cityward lest the approach
ing Btorm break before the damaged
car could be repaired sufficiently to
make the trip.
With wicked thankfulness that his
| little gray roadster could accommo
date but one passenger. Jack handed
Dorothy In and drove ofT feeling
luckier than Aladdin when his lamp
was at Its best. Reflecting that
though Fate had snatched one oppor
tunity from him she had flung another
at his feet. Jack decided to wash up
i to him to make the most of his oppor
"Dorothy," he began, Just as they
i entered the park, but he never got
any further with his speech, for a big
limousine coming toward them halted
i and Dorothy's father called her name
as he stepped from the door,
i "Ardmore’s chauffeur telephoned
that there had been an accident so 1
1 started out to see If I could find you
along the way. It's lucky we met here
In the light," concluded John I^eigh.
Jack accepted their cordial Invita
tion to tea. consoling himself with a
vague recollection of the alleged
charm of all third attempts against
failure, and he determined that he
would make a third attempt to pro
pose before he left Dorothy.
Dorothy was charmingly flushed and
exuberant. In the little family group
Jack began to feel quite at home
though he was longing for an oppor
tunity to be alone with Dorothy, when
a frightened servant girl burst into
the living room screaming that the
house was on Are.
Dashing up the back stairway
where the frightened maid pointed
Jack smelled burning cotton, and in
the maid's room on the third floor he
found the Swiss window curtains had
dropped in burning fragments upon
the matting 1 floor covering. Grabbing
a small rug from the hallway floor,
he extinguished the flames starting
from the matting Just as Dorothy, her
, parents and the excited maid entered
the room. While Mr. and Mrs. Leigh
, talked to the girl. Dorothy searched
Jack's hands for burns, two of which
she found, and she marched him down
stairs to administer flrßt aid
“Oh, Jack! It’s too bad," she mur
mured in a tearful voice, as she gave
the bandage a final pat. "Does it hurt
st> very much?”
"Hurt? Why, it’s heavenly, Dor
othy!" Jack exclaimed. Dorothy won
dered what he meant, but when he
heard her father’s voice on the stair
way, he lost no time in making his
meaning quite clear.
“The third time charms. Jack.”
whispered Dorothy, “and I’m glad you
didn't succeed in telling me the other
times you tried, for I didn't know- un
til five minutes ago that I loved you.”
(Copyright. 1915. by the McClure Newspa
per Syndicate.)
Dredging Gold in Arctic.
A novel effect of gold-dredging in
the frozen regions of the Arctic is
pointed out as a possible problem for
future geologists. The stream be
comes blocked up by the tailing heap,
and more or less stagnant pools are
formed ulong the sides of the gully.
Where the gully broadens two or three
embankments may be produced, with
muddy pools between them. The mud
is deposited in the sluggish waters,
buries the rocks of the ridges, and
gives morainelike formations that
may be difficult to explain when the
dredging has been forgotten.
Artists Fond of Depicting Beauties of
Scenes In That Famous Eng
lish County.
It has been said that of the two
hundred or more canvases dispatched
each year from Cornwall to I>ondon
"seven-eighths have been painted at
Newlyn or St. Ives.” Certainly, in the
tangled streets of the little town,
wherever a window gives upon the
sea be sure an easel stands. St.
Ives gets its name from an Irish
princess, St. la. who floated thither
upon a leaf and landed on Pendlnas,
the rocky headland which St. Ives
calls “the island." St. Ives sits by
a smooth circle ot sea into which
a tongue of rocky land thrusts a bold
curving headland, inclosing an inner
harbor In the great sweep of the bay.
Up the green hillside climb the sum
mer homes, the villas and cottages
and hotels, that belong to the tran
sient St. Ives. As Its mean winter
temperature is but four degrees lower
than that of Rome, it has a fair per
centage of winter visitors, while in
summer its hotels are crowded. St.
Ives does not let its visitors inter
fere with its business, which is pil
chard fishing—a picturesque thing to
the idle looker-on, but heavy-smelling
work for the fishermen—and renting
Farmer in the East Jordan Country
Had to Be Constantly in Reach
of Protection.
"Towers in Jerusalem" strengthened
the walls, which were somewhat out
of repair.
"Towers In the desert” and wells’’
were two absolutely essential necessi
ties in the East Jordan country in
Uzzlah’s day and to the present hour.
In 1901 I visited Shobek. a fortified
town less than fifty miles Bouth of
Amman, and. while standing on its
huge fortifications, was told that the
limit of its cultivated lands was fixed
by the distance a rifle would send a
bullet. In the same castle was a well
with 365 steps cut In the solid rock
leading to the precious water supply.
Wells were dug at great expense
where water was known or supposed
to exist, but for every one well there
were thousands of cisterns and pools
“hewed out” of the solid rock. Both
pools and cisterns were protected In
many places by walls and towers of
defense. In my journeys east of the
Jordan I have no doubt passed many
ruins and towers dating from Uzziah's
time. —Christian Herald.
Cheese as an Aid to Health.
The long cherished idea that cheese
should form only a small part of the
daily diet recently has been chal
lenged. Not long ago the United
States department of agriculture is
sued a bulletin recommending the use
of cheese as a cheap and wholesome
substitute for meat.
An interesting and important asser
tion by a Swiss investigator is to the
effect that persons who make cheese
a considerable part of their regular
diet are very resistant to many in
testinal diseases, such as dysentery
and the dreaded typhus fever which
has desolated Serbia. According to
Doctor Burri, the daily meat ration
in the Swiss army has already been
partly replaced by cheese, with excel
lent results.
Question of Tongue.
Some amount of confusion is caused
by the pronunciation of the name of
the town Kuprulu, or Veles, in Mace
donia. The difference in nomencla
ture is attributable to the conflict of
tongues. Kuprulu. Koprulu or Ku
prili. is the Turkish equivalent of the
Bulgarian Yalesa and the Greek Ve
lissa, all of which refer to the same
town in the vilayet (as it was under
Turkish rule) of Saloniki. The ancient
Greek historian Polybius speaks of
the town of Bylazors, and it is be
lieved that the Bulgarian and modern
Greek names are corruptions of this.
The Turkish form, with slight modifi
cation. is the cognomen of a family
of statesmen who flourished from the
sixteenth to the eighteenth centuries.
—London Chronicle.
Surely a Soft Snap.
Young Guide—“ Jimmy, I’ve struck
the sottest snap you ever see. Dts here
ole man is deaf and blind, an’ he hires
me to take him to prayer meetin’ every
night, an’ he don't know no better than
to give me a dollar to put in de poor
box afore we leaves de house. So what
does i do but walk de old guy down to
de t'eater, an' i buys two tickets, an’
lie sits t rough de whole performance,
an ne don t kno.v no ditlerence.”—
Consist ng of Minute Droplets of Fat,
It Throws Back Rays in Every
One is often apt to forget that color
is merely a reflection of light, and
that anything which reflects light per
fectly will be the color of that light.
The most nearly perfect form to re
flect is a sphere. The moon is bright
because it reflects the sun. The earth
is bright for the same reason, » s one
can see at the time of new moon,
when the part of the moon hidden
from the sun by the earth shines faint
ly from reflected earth light.
Milk is like a collection of moons.
It is a liquid filled with minute drop
lets of fat. each of them a perfect
sphere. When the light strikes these,
it is reflected at every angle, reflect
ed on to other droplets of fat and by
them reflected on and on. until from
every point in the milk the white light
that strikes on the outside is re
Think of marbleß made of looking
glass, but so small that several thou
sand could be put on the head of a
pin, and you will see the reason foi
the reflection, or the white color of
When. In the case of milk, the num
ber of these little reflecting drops
grows smaller, then the light Is not re
flected so much, and the liquid grows
more transparent. Absence of full re
flection makes milk less white, or, in
a sense, more bluish, as the semitrans
parency of air makes blue sky, and of
water blue sea.
Revolutionary Sage Said to Have Been
the Pioneer in Campaigns for
Public Health-
Ft has been mentioned as an Inter
esting fact that the success of cam
paigns for public health from time
to time have been largely due to the
fucllity of leaders in putting their
thought into epigrams. Franklin wus
a pioneer with his “Public health is
public wealth."
Disraeli coined the phrase. "The
care of the public is the first duty of
a statesman.” and Gladstone said:
“In the health of the people lies the
strength of the nation.”
Our modern "Swat the fly" and “Bat
the rat" are briefly characteristic of
the time and probably more effective
than their more elegant predecessors.
The latest claimant to popular favor
seems to be "The health and happi
ness of the people are paramount to
every issue." This epigram haß been
done into a button to be carried In
To Keep Moths Away.
Blotting paper saturated with tur
pentinc and placed in drawers when
clothing is stored is of great service in
keeping moths away.
Optimistic Thought.
Honor is gold, but gold and sllvei
are not honor.
The Rising Generation.
"I'm afraid that youngster of mine
was born with the instincts of a round
er. The graphophone must play and
the nurse dance or he won't eat his
“Is It possible?”
“Yes; think of a mere infant insist
ing on cabaret features with his
meals.”—Louisville Courier-Journal
Preparing Snails for Market.
The food provided for snails in cap
tivity consists mainly of lettuce, eu
dlve. cabbage, dandelion leaves and
chopped kohlrabi. These vegetables
are raised on a considerable scale for
this purpose. The food Ib laid upon
the moss, and caie must be taken to
remove all portions of decayed food
and other undesirable matter—a pre
caution essential to the health of the
Robbed of His Choice.
A taxicab chauffeur furnished the
text for this anecdote:
Having run over and killed a num
ber of people, and presented his com
pany with a number of lawsuits, he
was finally discharged for reckless
driving. He then became a motor
man on a trolley line, but did not take
kindly to the new work. One day
as ha was grumbling over his fallen
fortunes a friend said:
"Oh. what's the matter with you?
Can't you run down just as many peo
ple as ever?"
"Yes," said the former chauffeur,
I can, but formerly I could pick and
Between Friends.
"Say, old chap, you're a good friend
of mine, aren’t you?”
“Sure. And you’re a good friend of
mine, aren’t you?”
“Sure. And. say, I want to borrow
ten dollars.”
"Quiet. Major, quiet. Listen. So
do 1, and if you can find anybody with
a few bucks to spare, let me know,
will you.”—judga.

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