Audubon County journal., February 04, 1909, Image 3

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Oakiield
and
Elbert Lewis is on tlie sick list and
able to ba out.
La Salle Coal—only by the Ureen
Bay Lumber Company.
Mrs. Henry Hanson was shopping
in Atlantic last Thursday.
McGovern & Co. shipped 4 cars of
hog* to market the past week.
Nels Heck northwest of -own sent a
car of hogs to Omaha Tuesday.
.••• Anton and Ralph .luhl ue seeing
the sight of Omaha this week.
Mi. A. X. Ilorton is quite ill this
week and under the doeioi's care.
We are the only one*- that handle
the genuine I Vein Manjueite Coal.
I
4 KAYTOX
Li limn: (J.
Miss Sophie Sorenson will be glad
to receive anyone desiring to take
music lefboiM. Either phone or write
Colfax Coal,—none better for
heating stoves—§4.^5.
1 1 P.liAVTON Lt'MIiKK Co.
Mrs. Xols. L. Hansen and Mrs.
Carrie Koob went to Atlantic Thurs
day and were detained there till Sun
day on account of tlio storm.
Frank Lnmbert was in town Tues
day on busii e-s, he will let his wind
mill ank tower go now that they aae
in ruins and depend on a irasoline en
gine to pump water.
Pro'. Cobb lor the paltry mm ot
ten dollars incense in salary threw up
the Professorship of the O.kfield
academy last week and atcepted a call
from the DeSoto, High School but
(lie school directors were so lucky as
to secuee the services of Prof. C.:
Ebersole of Omaha a gent lermin raid I
to be well qualified in everv wav fori
the isiiion. lie commerced his work
lii=»t Monday.
am now receiving a complete line of
John Deere goods, consisting of the
Hoosier Drill Plows, Harrows, Discs,
Planters, New Deere Loaders, in fact
ALL the John Deere Implements are
found in my store at prices that will
make them move. My line of Hard
ware and Stoves is complete. Call and
be convinced.
Soren R. Nelson
Brayton Cement Stone & Tile Company
Please call and investigate our goods. We guarantee to furnish
you with first class material at very reasonable prices.
BRAYTON, IOWA
Rasmussen Bros., Contractors & Builders
Braytorv
Plenty of brick and tile to be had
at the Green Bay Lumber Co.
N. P. Hoegh was business caller
at thecountv seat Tuesday.
Born to Mr and Mrs. George Ilor
ton last Friday a fine babv girl.
Mr. and Mrs. .Jo*h Cousins are the
parents of a cute baby girl born Jan.
29.
Ray Nelson of west of Exira visited
over Tuesday with brother S. R. Nel
son.
iarley BUom eu'ertainerl his
brother Dau of IVunghar la. last
week.
Mrs and Mrs Raldh Hawks l.nby
is dangerously ill with bronchial
trouble.
Miss AniM Christeiisen went to
Exira Tuesday to visit her brother P.
M. Christensen and wile.
I. Y. D. Lewis was a Brayton cill
er Monday and reports the loss of his
brother who lived out west.
Chris Hansen and wile are enter
taining his brother and brother-in
law of Nebraska for a shori time.
Send us your lumber bills for es
timate. We ca1) save you uioriej
I 1 KAYTON
T. .). Essington's SO foot cattle6hed
roof was blown off the bulldiny Fri
day last.
Mr. A. C. Johnson of Wisconsin ii
visiting friends in this neighborhood
for a short time.
A boy of the usual size was born to
Mr. ahd Mrs. Martiu QJhristenseu last
Monday Feb. 7th.
II. M. Bartletf, Frank Lambert and
.John Ilarduiau hatl their windmills
blown down in thr storm.
Mrs. L. P. Jetanings of Auaubon
wa- storm stayed at Frank Heath in
Brayton from Thursday until Sunday.
i-ssac Shirep Jr. is just able to ba
about aga'n after a siege with rhe
liiiti-m since t.e first of last Decem
ber.
(J. K. Hal lock was in town Tues
day the lirst time in over three times
in over three weeks on account of
.llness.
Jens P. .1 uhl and T. McCrovern
each received a car of btled bay for
their
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Lr.MI:I-:T: CO.
N'el-i P. Christenseu and uife are
the p.rents of a bouncing pair of
twin* a and a girl born Feb. 7ih
Mrs. Peter Sorensori visited from
Tue-d-iy till Tuesday in Audubon
township with tier daughter Mrs.
Martin Nelson.
Mrs. E-i-dngton went to
(Juthrie Center Tuesday for a week's
visit wiili tiersisier Mrs Sil'is Reed
who .n mows to llalisabe Colorado.
Before buying bills, figure with
the (ireen Bay Lumber Co.
feeding which was being
"til a led Tuesday.
Geotye Liatran of CalifornU sent
his mother Mr-. ISeur-. a beautiful
coral wristlet the handiwork of some
Celesii'il of the Floa-try Kingdom.
Dont forget to at i-ud the big Po
land China tt' sale ot llaulniun and
Son to be hel I in tha "Viwil yards
in Atlantic «n Saturday Keb. 1
Mrs. Beers i-Mjj.ain grandma
to a big girl born Tu-wtav of last
week dawn id Sunny Iv.ins-is to her
daughter Mrs. E.tith Liegam-(raimm.
Arthur Anderso-i and wile were
obliged to remti in Atlantic last
week on account of the storm and no
train, fuutiing.
Farm for Sale
1 -0 acres close to Exira at a very
reasonable price and on eawv terms.
This will interest yon if you ore
looking for a farm close to town,
IF
-I. B. J.
OHNJSK.
Charm of the Apron.
Nowadays, wlion woman wishes to
subdue man or win him to her whims,
she puts on her finest frock and wooes
him. Foolish girl so to trouble her
self! She could do it twice as easily
and many times as cheaply if she were
to top off an old gown with any pat
torn of apron. Every kind is an arrow
in her quiver. At least, the Cleveland
Leader says so. When she wears one
of the kitchen brand that runs from
collar to hem of skirt, bare# her white
arms and mixes up a batch of flap
jacks, she fascinates man with her
domesticity. When ihe dons the par
lor or sold thimble riittern. resplend
ent with the lace, coquettish of pock
et, and so trim and provocativa about
the waist that a man has to grind his
teeth and grip hard at the arms of his
chair, he is perfectly willing to abase
his head ami let her put her Cuban
heels on his meek.
Women Who Work Hard.
More than half of tlie several hun
dred people taking the course at
Lowell institute under Harvard pro
fessors, says a Boston paper, are wom
en, and these courses require an at
tendance three times week. And
wherever one goes the same thing is
true, only as a general thing the pro
portion of women in such classes
would bo greater than one-half. This
does not look as though women were
wasting all their energies in the "de
bauch of whist." Many women play
whist and bridge, but it is generally
those who want mental occupation
that entails little solid brain work.
The majority of bridge players prefer
men partners, so that one sex spends
as much time as the other over cards.
is a
argain
By Helen Green
Bell had been saving money for a
year. The small economies which he
had accustomed himself to practicing
were hateful to a young man with a
magnificent talent for expenditure and
a clerk's wages. When the sum
reached $400 he intended to purchase
a fur-lined overcoat.
The furrier, of whom Bell's first in
quiry was made as to the price of a
smartly trimmed and lined garment
said carelessly:
"Oh, $75 up. Depends upon what
you want to spend, and the materials
you select."
"How far up do they go?" asked
Bell, hopefully.
"The good ones begin at about $375.
I could make you something very
smart for $500."
Bell sighed, observed that he was
sorry to have bothered the furrier,
and that he'd be in later. Strolling
up the street, he laughed sadly. Where
would a man on a $75-a-montli salary
find $500? After discarding various
wild schemes as impossible of fulfill
ment without a jail sentence to fol
low, he decided upon the simplest and
oldest. He would save a certain amount
each month.
A year of self-denial had cost him
many pleasures. There were two or
three extremely nice girls, whom he
had formerly felt able to ask to the
theater and. suftier, waited impatient
ly for ten days, received no invita
tions to anything, and hurriedly en
couraged the advances of more
thoughtful individuals.
So when a year had gone, and No
vember's blasts whipped against legs
that no overcoat skirts protected, Bell
looked at his bank a' jount and won
dered if $312 would be enough for that
fur coat. He had the book with him
as he strolled through Twenty-fourth
street and paused to peep into a shop
window, bearing the sign: "The Small
Fur Store."
Muffs, stoles, jackets and pelerines
were arranged in charming profusion.
There were ermine and dark striped
mink, Hudson seal and the better qual
ities of that barking seafaring animal.
The display excited Bell.
Why should he not march into a
furrier's and demand that he be
measured for a coat? His eyes bright
ened, and his nose, in the chill river
wind, seemed warmer at the thought.
His office was near. Once inside it
he determined to return to the attrac
tive shop at lunch time and reward
himself as soon as possible, for those
12 months ot' going without things thai
left, life savorless as meat minus salt.
"I saw a fur coat that made my
eyes bulge out. when 1 came along."
remarked a bookkeeper. "1 went back
to look at it. It was in the next block."
Hell smiled to himself. He would
soon surprise the bookkeeper by ap
pearing eiad in his new purchase. At
noon he left the office. There was time
enough to view the bookkeeper's bar
gain and it was as well to get an idea
of styles before ordering.
"Fine furs—we save you the mid
dle-man's profits." lie paused at this
sign. Ppon a wax tigi*-e was a full
length coat. The "shell" was of lus
trous black cloth. The lining cunning
ly thrown backward, seemed to be
mink. It might be niuskrat from the
up-state, dyed, or that dubious crea
ture known as "Japanese mink." The
wide shawl collar, continued for two
inches down the edges of the front,
was apparently Persian lamb. So *viv
the cuffs.
ft was marked "$l!0, reduced fjoin
$75." Hell stared ulitil the glass
blurred beneath bis rapid breaths.
"Of course, it's the bunk," he ru
minated: "must be that imitation Per
sian cloth, Astrakhan, or whatever it
is can't be real."
"It looks classy, it really does!" he
murmured.
"l.'iul id iss classy, mine jong
friendt," said a voice belonging to a
little man who stepped from the en
trance. "Redder dry it on."
?ell laughed.
"What's it made of, on the level?"
he jeered. "Looks like a $400 coat at
least. Or is the $30 for one cuff, rest
comes extra?"
The little man said seriously, that
the price was $30.
"Hud for this veek only," he added
"id would fit you! Let me try it!"
The coat flitted. Hell hunted for
blemishes. There were none that he
could find. The hair of the furs in the
coat resisted when he craftily tugged
to see if they were moth eaten, or
what.
Finally ho ran around to the savings
bank and got $30. Then he bought the
coitt, and wore it to lunch. Every
acquaintance he met exclaimed en
viously at its beauty. When a man
who knew furs pronounced it a hand
some, well-made coat Hell began to
believe that miracles do happen des
pite general belief that they don't.
"Izzy, bring me my coat. I'm going
out," called the owner of the estab
lishment which Hell had patronized in
the afternoon.
"Here it is," said the salesman.
It was six o'clock, and all the lights
hut one were out, preparatory to clos
ing.
"This ain't mine, you booby!" Izzv
heard. "This is one of those $30
bennies, lined with cat! Gimme my
my own."
Von could guess the rest without
being told, lzz.v, being very nearsight
ed, had put the wrong coat in the
wiiu.'ow.
CALLED FOR HIS SYMPATHY.
Portly Gentleman Understood Just
How Fair Lady Suffered.
"Whenever I get, into evening
dress," said a man whose clothes now
fit him pretty snugly, "I am reminded
of a story I read once about a French
lady who lived in Paris.
"This lady had a lovely figure,
whose beauty she sought, to enhance
by tight. lacing. When she was going
out at night she used to lace before
dinner because if she waited until aft
er, why then she couldn't get herself
down to where she wanted to. So
she used to lace and then eat sparing
ly, as she was compelled to, and one
night when she had got herself down
particularly fine she was going to
make her dinner on a dozen raw
oysters, which she thought would be
nourishing and satisfying and at the
same time easy to eat and not bulky
and as she laced she looked longingly
|'forward to those oysters waiting fori
her, for she was hungry as 40 cats,
"But do you know that, hungry as
she was, when she came to the oysters
she couldn't eat them all? She could
not. For she knew that if she did
something would have to give way.
She managed to eat eight of them
all right, and she ate the ninth, the
tenth and the eleventh, but those last
three she ate with a growing conscious
ness that she was perilously close to
the limit, and when she had eaten
the eleventh she knew that she must
stop and so she was compelled to
turn from that last oyster and leave it
on the plate uneaten. Such a sacrifice
she was compelled to make for the
sake of what she conceives to be a
perfect waist.
"Well, when I get into my dress
suit I am not quite so bad off as the
French lady in the story not quite,
but pretty near it, pretty near it, for
this suit was built years ago, when I
was younger and slimmer. Then it
was all right, but since then my fig
ure has increased, if not my fortune,
and now I fairly bulge in it.
"I have anchored the buttons and
re-enforced the buttonholes, but still
—and much as good things to eat ap
peal to me—when I go out to dinner
in that old dress suit I know that I
must eat sparingly, and as I skip the
dishes I smile to myself and I think
rather sadly that I know how to sym
pathize with the French ladv."
Suffered for the Cause.
Mme. Emma Games is a foe to vi
visection, and in Pittsburg the other
day she praised the unselfish devotion
of certain rich New York women anti
vivisectionists.
"Really," she said, "the work these
women do, the suffering in the shape
of snubs and insults that they under
go, remind me very forcibly of my
dentist's first patient.
"My dentist's first patient, the young
man has often told me, was an elderly
farmer. The farmer wanted four teeth
pulled. They were firmly-rooted.
"After the dentist, his cuffs turned
back, his lips compressed, his feet
braced against the chair, had tugged
vainly at the teeth for some time, he
paused, wiped his moist brow, and
said
"'Whew! You've certainly got, sir,
the firmest teeth I ever saw.'
"'Well, take your time, young man,
I'm in no hurry,' said the farmer, en
couragingly. 'It's splendid practice,
and it'll teach you we must all work
for our Iivin'.' "—Pittsburg Gazette.
Man to Man.
After the last wagon had rattled up
and left its precious package on Christ
mas eve, Dolly's mother thought the
occasion a suitable one for impressing
something of the religious significance
of the festive season upon her small
consciousness.
So while she undressed her she
pointed out the window to where Mars
burned in the heavens and said:
"That beautiful star is your heavenly
father wishing you a happy Christmas.
Now what should you do to show him
how grateful yen are?"
Small Dolly looked perfunctorily at
the glowing planet, then between
yawns she said:
"Wish the same to him, I s'pose."—
Lippincott's.
Correctly Described.
A late chief staff officer of one of
tlie infantry regiments, relating some
of the experiences of the expedition,
said that one day, after hours of la
borious climbing up a steep and never
ending path, he heard a groan of des
pair from a private soldier.
"Look 'ere, Hill, I've 'ad enough of
this," the soldier said to his comrade.
"1 was told 'as 'ow it was a bloomin'
tableland."
"So it is. Can't ye see ye're climb
in' up one of the legs of it?" returned
Bill, with a jocular superiority.—Phil
ippines Gossip.
Just Found Out.
Prof. McGoozle, in crossing the street
slipped on the muddy crossing and
hastily sat down.
In an equally unpremeditated man
ner he made a few hasty remarks as
lie rose to his feet.
Mrs. McGoozle said nothing until
they had walked another block. Then
she spoke:
"Lysander," she said. "I never know
you had such a magnificent vocab
ulary."
Knew His Son.
Photographer Uo young man) It
will make a ranch better picture if you
put your hand on your father's shoul
der.
The Father—Huh! It would be much
more natural if he had his hand ia
iy :'jekei!—l.ustige Welt.
LOOKING ENTO
Yes, thus lived Miss Spencer (at tin
time of which 1 write) all alone with
Richard of the Lion Heart, and if you
ask me for further particulars of Rich
ard I will say that be was a eanarj
whose pleasure and duty it was tc
mind his mistress and keep her saf6
from harm.
Oh. but he was a champion bird
was Richard! Afraid of nothing, chat
tering fierce warnings to the butchei
and the groceryman, and tolerating
the baker in a peremptory sort ol
way only because he was the man whe
brought the bread and when anybody
sought to ingratiate themselves with
this spirited bird by inserting a fingei
between the bars of his cage he almosl
fell off his perch at the impudence of
them and straightway fell to sharpen
ing his beak on his bit of cuttle, his
chirping turned to the horrid croaking
of a feathered pet who is presently
going to bite a finger off!
Well, then, it began with slight
hoarseness in Richard's highest notes
and the moment she heard it Miss
Spencer folded her needlework—she
was knitting a pair of shoes for some
fortunate little orphan—and mixed a
little flaxseed with Richard's birdseed,
and shut a door and a window to
keep the draught off him, but all in
vain. His hoarseness increased to
an extent that would have discouraged
any other bird, but Richard, justly
named the Lion Heart, persevered in'
his song until it sounded almost as
shrill as a very rusty saw going
through a very hard knot. In vain ho
hopped from one perch to another in
vain he sidled along his perch, as ho
sang, his poor little beak opened so:
wide that he had to shut his eyes:
his cold grew worse and worse and
he began to neglect his food.
Lettuce tempted him not, except for
hopeful moments he turned up his
bill at celery tips and green peas, and
as for birdseed, he simply wouldn't
look at it.
And that was how Miss Spencer
missed going to church for the first
time in 20 years since the year of
the great blizzard, to be exact, which
brings us to the doctor, whom you
will be able to picture clearly when
I whisper to you that he was an elder
ly blue-eved gentleman, beloved of
everyone, who lived in considerable
awe of his housekeeper and was fa
mous for the great age of his horse.
"I didn't see Miss Spencer at church
this morning," said the doctor as he
obediently sat himself at the dinner
table.
"Out of town, mebbe," snapped the
housekeeper.
"No," said the doctor, "she never
goes out of town."
The housekeeper rattled a plate.
"It is the first time that she lias
missed church," said the doctor, "since
I can remember."
The housekeeper rattled another
plate and the doctor relapsed into si
lence, but soon after dinner he har
nessed the ancient nag and half an
hour later Richard the Lion Heart had
his little beak opened and a doctor of
medicine was trying to look at his
tongue!
A fortnight passed and the doctor
called every day. tempting Richard's
appetite with chiekweed—slyly rubbed
with olive oil—swathing his cage with
flannels, coaxing him back to activity
and song: so that at the end of the:
fortnight the doctor announced that
his patient was entirely well, and re
gretfully added that his visits, his
very pleasant visits, for which he
would take no other fee than one of
Richard's lion-hearted songs, would
have to cease and determine. He
stayed away a week and then he
called one evening, "just to see," as
he told himself, "how his patient was
getting along."
Little Miss Spencer was sitting at
the window knitting a pair of socks
feir another of those unfortunate or
phans. and Richard's cage was on the
sill, where he was playing with a bit
of yarn, trying to unravel it and call
ing to the homing sparrows. What Miss
Spencer's thoughts had been 1 do not
know, but as she knitted away and
looked at the sunset it sometimes
happened, I think, that she knitted a
tear into those little woolen socks,
but yet, when the doctor entered, her
eyes were very bright.
"Well," cried the doctor in his mild
and cheery manner, "and how's the
patient?"
"He thinks he's making a nest,"
smiled Miss Spencer.
"Hut what is he chattering about?"
asked the doctor.
"I think." said Miss Spencer, her
eyes brightly on her work, "I think
he is calling—to his mate."
And still the busy pins clicked in
and out of that fortunate orphan's
socks, a little bit damp in a place or
two, but none the worse for that, and
still Richard the Lion Heart unraveled
his bit of yarn and softly called to the
homing birds.
"He's lonely." said the doctor, in a
voice so low you could hardly hear
him, "and so am 1," he breathed, "and
BO
am I—but if you would care to be
a poor old doctor's wife—Ann—"
And after Richard had quite re
covered from his surprise, and had
sung his evening song, and had tucked
his head under his wing, and had care
fully drawn up one of his feet and
hidden it among his feathers, his mis
tress and tho doctor still sat there,
hand in hand, gazing into the sunset—
little Miss Spencer with her lips part
ed, her eyes shining and that tender
look of happiness which tells of
dreams fulfilled.