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REPAIRS'' By M. QUAD Copyright. tllll. by Associated Lit trary Ires? There was a rather curious situation In school district No. 3 In the county of <3reenheld. There were six wld .wers Jiving there and all of them farmers, and three of the six were the schon trustees. For several years men tench ers had been employed and had given igood satisfaction, but now they were tio change to the other sex Widower Thomas, the moderator, had suggest d She change, and lie hadn't looked the other two in the face as he did it. He had simply said that he thought a ßchoolma'am would teach the s liolnrs manners as well as geography Mr Williams had agreed, but had at the same time said to himself: "I understand his little game." And Mr. Burt had agreed with him. but at the same time had said to him self: "The cute old rascal! But I see through him as if he was made of class. If nnybody around here mar ries that Bchoolteachcr it will be me! The three other widowers heard of the plan, and en h one said it was a good thing and each one had his whis kers trimmed and his hair dyed and made ready for the struggle. A sem lnary was written to and a teacher sent on. It was for Widower Thomas SWEET! Certainly. We don't deny it. But have you ever tasted our candies, ice cream sodas aid sundaes? YOU CAN'T BEGIN TOO SOON. LE VIS G4N0Y KITCHEN FORMERLY RAMSELL'S I i ! ! J ; MUSSELSHELL County Maps BUSHNELL'S Silver Print Maps ——i OF ■— Musselshell County Size........................19 x 32 Price, postpaid...........$2.50 "■ Small 5x9 copy of map printed on back of Letter Heads and Advertising Mat ter at slight additional cost of original printing :: :: :: The Roundup Record In drive across the coüïfîry Tb a Inn <• end buggy to the railroad and meet her and bring her on. Widower Thomas had hopes that »he schoolma'am would bp about twenty two and good looking. The arriving teacher turned out to be all he had hoped for He felt so well acquainted with her before they had driven half a mile that he began: "Now, Miss White, you are coming among strangers, and 1 want to post you about them. There's old Jim Wil liams to begin with. He's one of the trustees and a widower with four children. "And there's Moses Burt. He's an other widower. Claims to be forty I eight years old. but will never see i sixty again Looking around for a ! young wife and ought to be ashamed of himself. Great hand to laugh at ! his own jokes, but if you laugh with J him he'll sure think you are in love ; with him and pop the question." "Then I shall not laugh." "Then there's Jonh Tyler. Mehbe he's only (Ifty next birthday, as In claims, but lie's sopping on the liar dye to bent the band. Five children for a second wife to take care of" "That's dreadful!" "Then there is Henry Stevens," con tinued the moderator. "1 can't say that Henry is over forty years old, and hLs wife only left three children, but you enn Judge whnt sort of a man he is when I tell you that he never shed a tear at the funeral. He never even sniffled. Seemed Just as uncoi cerned as if lie was hoeing taters. i wouldn't advise no woman to marry a man like that. "Then comes Levi Schemerhorn. He was to Chicago once, and he'll brag of It to you and try to make out that he Is a hero. Don't you let on that you think he's anything great or you'll be a goner." "No, I won't," answered the girl, "but are there any more?" "Ahem! One more. Miss White. It's me. I'm a widower with a hun dred acre farm nnd only one child. My tater crop alone last year brought me $500. Rising of forty Is my age. and I can run down a calf. Got a melodeon in the house and am willing to buy a red Ingrain carpet and lace curtains for the parlor. In case I get married 1 shall go on a wedding trip to Niagara Falls and not mind the ex pense." "And are there no young men In the neighborhood?" asked Miss White. "Jest one. and he's a hired man who don't ninount to shucks—eats with his knife nnd fork nnd says that Bos ton Is In Now Jersey. If I was yon I wouldn't let him get the idea that you was a kindred spirit." "No, 1 won't." Miss White wns left at the bouse of the Widow Ilarkness, which was to be her first boarding place. Supper was not yet finished when the widowers began to gather, nnd in the course of I half an hour I lie whole six were there 1 Their excuses were varions, but the : fact was apparent that they had come to size the schoolma'am up. Once there no one would go and leave rbe others behind to get some advantage. The clock had struck midnight when the widow turned them all out In a bunch. There wasn't exactly a fight outside the gate, but the six to'1 each other what they thought of hair dve and old galoots When thev wore gone the schoolma'am turned to 'he Widow and asked: "Don't ni.y of those men want you for a wife?'' "Not if *hey can get you." was the doleful replv Ten minutes of confidential talk sot tied things The schonlhonse was close by. and on 1rs door was tacked the notice: "This place closed for repairs." At daylight next morning the widow harnessed a horse to h'*r democrat wagon, and within two hours Miss White was landed at the spot where the moderator had found her. When the community learned that she hud pone those six old widowers looked at each other and said: "I>um your buttons, but It was your gnb atid your hair dye that drlv her sway, and you ought to be ashamed of yourself." THE WORLD DOES MOVE. For many years science has been Compelled to depend upon peroxide •f hydrogen, although it is a weak antiseptic and will keep but a short time. _ But the world moves and since Ihe discovery of Bentol, at the Uni versity of Minnesota, peroxide and all similar preparations are being laid on the shelf by surgeons and physi cians. Benctol has a hundred more uses than peroxide and poisonous an tiseptics. It is so permanent that in a hundred years it would be as potent as when first bottled. Benetol is sav ing lives every day. and should be kept at hand for every emergency. Have your druggist order from Great Falls Drug Co. ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ letter eave L ^^11 Prescriptions In Charge of a l^egistered Druggist ► •M ; | j | l is THE COMPROMISE By M. QUAD Copyright. 1911, by Assoc'ated Lit erary Press. ; It may be the Widow Sharon imag | tied a good deal of it, but when she laoved over to the village of Valley j Stream It seemed to her that the peo | pie thereof greeted her in an offish manner. All villages have their customs. The custom in Valley Stream, and one that had prevailed for a quarter of a cen tury, was for a newcomer to at once state certain facts to Deacon Horner. If it was a widow she was expected to state her age, her income, her inten tions regarding a second marriage, whether or not her late husband died happy, to what church she belonged, her attitude in regard to church af fairs and picnics, if she attended the circus and whether she was going to live extravagantly or economically. The deaeon had always taken it upon hitnsclf to act as inquisitor and then go from bouse to house and spread the news. He gave the Widow Sharon three days to get settled and then called. Then and there the good man re ceived the surprise of his life. He had l areely propounded question No. 1 when the widow replied: "Sir, It Is none of your business!" Deacon Horner had never been balked before, and it vexed him. The widow had brought four hogs With her. having been a farmer's wife, and two days after the deacon's call one of those hogs came and rubbed against his front gate. Deacon Horner lifted up a rock nnd batted that hog. The hog was hurt and ran away squealing. A boy told tile Widow Sharon of it, and she put on her hat and went straight to a justice of the peace and got out a summons for malicious cruelty to animals. There was a state law covtriug the case, and the deacon was fined $10 and costs. It may be remarked again that Dea con Horner was a good man, but there is a limit to goodness. Not that same hog, but another of the widow's flock, got into the deacon's cow lot. There was nothing for him to damage, but tin* widow was sued for trespass and had to pay $3 damages. She paid It and waited. If you will wait long enough a cow will pet into yi ur garden and devour your cabbages. In this in stance It was the deacon's cow, and there was another suit for trespass, and the deacon was mulcted. Did he forgive the widow and promise that his eow should be good in future? He didn't. He said to himself that lie would bring that defiant widow low. All of a sudden tlie village of Valley Stream began asking about tlu> last hours of the defunct Farmer Sluirou. It was said that he di d of heart d s ease after a quarrel with his wife about another man. l'erhaps the wid ow was not actually a murderess, but she was very close to it. She heard the story, and she set out with an iron jaw on her to run it down. In twen ty-four hours she had it fastened on the good deacon and had begun a suit for slander. Deacon llorner made out not to care, but when his lawyer came to investigate lie was more than will ing to settle for $100. Mr. Sharon had not died from heart disease, but from the kick of a horse. Then the fighting widow had to go and put her foot in it. In some way she learned that Deaeon Horner hadn't paid his pew rent for fourteen years and that lie had passed a bad two dol lar bill on a windmill man. She was Indiscreet enough to repeat this, and the first thing she knew the deacon was after her. As a matter of fact, bis pew rent was all paid up, and he had the receipts to show. And as for the bad bill, it was a windmill man who had stuck him. The widow had to give back that $100 to settle the case. By this time there wasn't a family in the village, nor for five miles around, that wasn't taking sides, nnd society was upset and the churches suffering. Would be mediators had been to the deacon and his reply was: "I'm sorry there is any trouble, but I can't let no widow run over me." And when they had gone to the widow, she said: "If you think I am going to let any old widower boss me around you are sadly mistaken." Both sides were waiting for the next move, when the village was visited by a peddler of rat and mouse traps. lie had a whole wagon load. As he passed from house to house he heard of the quarrel, and when he had got to the Widow Sharon's and sold her two traps, he sat down and said: "I'm going to stop this rumpus be tween you and Deacon Horner. It Isn't right, and it isn't nice. You and he ought to marry." "W-h-a-t!" And the rat trap man called on the deacon and said: "Drop it! You are hurting yourself, your church and the town. Court the widow and marry her." "W-h-a-t!" A seed bad been planted, nnd it wasn't four weeks before It sprouted. After their first astonishment was over the deacon began to speak well of her. and when be finally made an excuse to call at the bouse, he was pleasantly received. Within the year there was a marriage. "How In the world did that peddler bring it about?" asked one of another Easy as pie. You have got to under stand human nature to sell rat traps, and this man had been on the road twenty years. REAL MEAN n \ - Hoax—My wife is going to wait foi me at the gates of heaven, If she'« the first to go. Joax—You shouldn't be so mean as to make her wait through all eternity, Just because she made you wait occa •tonally. BELIEVES IN DREAMS S * ft Pat—Do yez belavc in dreams, Molke? Molke —Sure I do; wasn't It jlst last week thot I dreamed that OI lost some money and the next day the fudge fined me foive dollars. NOW AND THE FUTURE N « J o O Jack—I could follow your footstep» all my life long, dearest. Grace—Oh! yes, you say that, but when we are married no doubt you'll walk about ten feet ahead of me. Just like all other husbands. AGAINST HER PRINCIPLES. S "Mrs. Alimony contemplates another divorce.'' "I'm not surprised. She won't let any husband become permanently lde» tilled with her." « GOOD SOLID REASON Ä "Why don't you believe In the spell ing reform?" "It Is too much trouble to learn a» ether dialect." Proposed Rock By EBEN B. MATTESON Copyright by American Press Asso ciation. 1911. They were dawdling about on a sea beach. The girl was pretty, though burned brown by the sun. The sleeves of her dress or her waist or whatever it was were roiled under to above her elbows. The fellow was in tennis cos tume. "L*o you see that rock out there?" she asked, pointing to a protuberance from the water about a hundred yards from shore. "Yes, I see it," "Do you know what it is called?" "No." "It's Proposal rock." "Why do they call it that?" "Well, they say that if a girl re ceives a proposal on that rock she can't refuse." "Not if the fellow is a ead?" "Oh. that isn't what the saying or the legend is. it's kind of romantic, you know. There are no cads in ro mances." "There's usually a villain who serves to bring out the virtues of the hero by contrast." "It means that if a girl receives a proposal on that rock there Is a subtle Influence that—that disposes"— "Her to the man who proposes." "How unsentimental you are," she said, with a pout. "Go on; I won't interrupt you again." "The legend Is that an Indian maiden called Minne something or other was loved by an Indian—an Indian"— "Buck." She refused to go any further. Tl i legend was a beautiful one, but he made fun of everything. "How could one get out on the rock?" he asked. "Why, in a boat, of course." "They might put on bathing suits and walk or swim out." "I never knew a man so matter of fact. He wouldn't think of proposing to a girl in a bathing suit." "Why not?" "I don't know; I never heard of such a thing." "The girl at least would certainly know better what she was going to get. Take the man's feet for instance. She could see the bunions"— She put her bauds to her ears. "You don't like to look at things ns they are. do you?" "No; not the way you do." "When you are married don't you expect your husband to see you in curl papers?" "IIow funny! I never thought about it." "Or see you take the balloons and rats out of your hair?" "I'm not talking about after they are married. It's the proposal that inter ests me. But don't let's talk any more about it; you stab till sentiment. 1 don't believe you have a sentimental hair on your bead." "I won't h ive any kind of a hair on the tii> top when I'm thirty. It's pretty thin there already." "Oh. dear!" "I'll go and get a boat and we'll go out on to Proposal roek." She neither assented nor demurred to this. He left her and, going to the pier nearby, came pulling back iu a boat. It was a thin oue with out riggers. "Good gracious! You don't expect me to get into that topply thing, do you?" "It's the only one I could get." "I couldn't think of going out on the water in it." "l -eu I suppose we can't go to Proposition roek." "Proposal rock. We might go an other time." "No. I'm going away soon. There'll be no other opportunity." She stepped on to the boat, squat ting immediately to prevent upsetting. He pulled away from the shore, the l>oat dancing on the little rollers that were coming in. She held the gun wale on each side tight, as though she could hold it upright. He pointed for the island, but since from that direc tion the waves came obliquely he was obliged to point in another. This took him out of his way, and when he turned again toward the rock be got a worse sea than before. A larger wave than the others upset the boat, and they both were spilled iuto the water. He was a good swimmer and carried her to the rock without diffi culty. The girl was very angry. "You did that yourself," she said. "Did what?" "Upset the boat." "Right you are." "Why did you do It?" "On the same principle that a man should propose In a bathing suit that the girl might know better what she's going to get. I wanted to have a look at your temper. Will you marry me?" The look she gave him was terrible. "I wouldu't marry you if you owned the globe and wore an angel's halo around your head." "Men don't wear halos; you girls do that. I've seen 'em on bargaiu coun ters." "Will you kindly go out and bring in that boat?" It was evident that she had got be yond the legend of Proposal island, so he swam out for the boat. She got in. and he pulled her to the shore. She didn't speak to him for a week; then he proposed again In a milder fashion, and she accepted him. There have been a good many be trothals on the rock, but the others have nil been of the oonven'lonal typ" This one alone was unioue.