The silver messenger., February 09, 1909, Image 3

About The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912

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By ELIZABETH C. JACKSON
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The
senator was cozy in one of the
secluded oriental corners off Mrs. Al
den's large reception room. Beside him
•seemed to float an intangible, indefin
able white mist.
Was it a dream? or
Dare he reach out his
was It reality?
hand to grasp it,
gentlest touch softly melt away? Now
it seemed for the moment to be rest
ing lightly,
or would It at his
breathlessly, a mass of
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• s, glistening — gleaming—which ;
-seemed to rise from endless billows of j
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Mrs. Hardy had Introduced them
only a few moments before, and had j
fumbled her name. Mrs. Hardy al- i
ways fumbled names,
what It was.
He wondered
indeed, so eager had be j
ljf-en to learn, that when he found !
himself cornered with the young worn-1
an, he was quite calm in face of such i
calamity. The Senator avoided young
creatures usually, but this one
different from all the rest.
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"I Wonder If You Are Real," He Whis
pered.
they were chatting and laughing.
gossiping," smiled the Senator to
himself, "like two old women." He
couldn't remember that he had ever
been guilty of such conduct before.
They discussed each woman in turn,
as they peeped at them from behind
the curtain, where they sat. Mrs.
Alden's gown, Mrs. Bradway's hair,
Mrs. Brown's jewels. Those jewels,
she said, were worth an enormous
sum -
"How much?" asked the practical
Senator.
She breathed, almost reverently, a
fabulous sum.
"How would you feel with all that
on you?"
"Uni—uni," came the ecstatic an
swer through closed lips.
He turned and looked at her, slowly
shaking his head.
"No. never, that would make you.
Then, a little like the rest of them—
earthy.''
They were peeping again.
"I wonder where the authoress, Miss
.Mitford, is? I hold the evening in
dread because of her."
"Why?" she asked.
"Oh. these spinster writers always
and bore us to death, with—
hat not—they
want the inside working of this and
understand—
corner
ethics, philosophy and
wouldn't
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they're a groat nuisance," he sighed.
A gleam of seriousness came Into
the heavily lidded, blue eyes.
Tt seems," she said, slowly, "as if
men like you, and others, who are in
the midst of this great life, would free
ly give a little of their knowledge to
woman, who cannot learn these
things, save through the experience of
others."
••But why do women bother with
Why can't they all be
Why!" exclaimed.
y such things? ..
sweet and gay?
"I have had more genuine pleasure
talking frills and furbelows behind
this curtain here with you to-night
ihan I ever had in all my life talking
with one of those learned, bachelor
women."
"Then you think a woman's mind
ought not to rise above the ruffle o' her
petticoat ?"
He made no
went on.
"This authoress you speak of as
spinster. Is she old?"
"Yes," emphatically.
"The paper slated she was only in
answer and she
came in ripples from her red, red | n
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seen her," she | 0
cried, "yet you know it here, I sup- | u
pose.'
her twenties and beautiful."
"Bother, she bribed the papers Sh6
is old and ugly."
The sweetest music he ever heard
lips.
"You have never
She clasped her hands togeth- of
er and pressed them lightly over her t
j heart.
; "Right there and there." He pointed j
j to his head, i
I "Oh, oh!" came in little gasps. "No
you are right." She entered
"She Is freckled, 1
doubt
j into his spirit,
i know " she crie
' Freckled," he nodded.
j "And there's something not exactly
! hers here," Bhe fumbled her mass of
gold,
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The nod continued.
"And her—her—beautiful, pearly—"
"False," he muttered.
"Ah, poor thing, she has only a
soul! A creature, hairless, spotted, I
toothless, yet with a woman's uncon- I
querable desire for friends and love, j
she builds in the realms of her Imag
ination a world of her own. Dear
ones spring up about her; she loves
them tenderly, deeply and secretly,
which is the most beautiful of all, and
as their beauties glow upon her day ;
after day, she feels the selfishness ;
of her secret and in the spirit of self
sacrifice, reluctantly shares these dear
ones with the world."
"Great Scott! you make me fidgety." ;
He turned to her with a new look in
his eyes. "When Miss Mitford comes
I will tell her all I know, everything
I might even write out some of the
exciting events I have seen. Her spir
its are always searching for new ad
ventures, aren't they?"
She looked at him and smiled. The
smile was his undoing. He bent closer
over her.
"I wonder if you are real," he whis
pered: "all these years I have dreamed
of you—beautiful, alluring, elusive—at
night you gently shadow me, at noon
I you sweetly mock—yet always when I
reach out to clasp and hold you flee
j my grasp and I am left alone. To
night I have found my spirit (I have
spirits, too, you see) in the flesh, yet
I dare not try to touch one wave of
that misty cloud you float in. Tell me
i are you real or have you only come,
; in flesh, to mock me?"
The curtains parted and Mrs. Alden
looked in.
Both rose to their feet a little awk
wardly.
"Miss Mitford!" she exclaimed, "I
have been looking everywhere—the
president is asking to meet you,
come." She turned to go.
Miss Mitford started to follow,
when she felt her hand clasped in two
; strong ones and drawn tightly to a
bearded cheek.
"Miss Mitford," he whispered, sav
agely, "I shall never let you go unless
you tell me when you will forgive."
\ "When forgiveness has been
earned," she flashed back, but so
sweetly that he felt the kindness be
neath.
Paving Stone Is German Invention.
Consul H. W. Harris, in reporting
from Nuremberg that a German firm
at Wurzburg has recently placed on
the market a patented artificial stone,
ca n e( j Vulkanol, for paving purposes,
for which much is claimed, thus de
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The stone is composed of
! crushed basalt or other similar rocks
collected in part of refuse from quar
ries and mixed with a small per cent
j age of cement. The mixture is sub- j
' jected to heavy hydraulic pressure and
formed into blocks of convenient size
for paving. These blocks are then j
subjected to a process of burning un
der high tern perature in specially pre
pared furnaces, which process contin
ues for about 12 days. The blocks are
then permitted to cool as slowly aa
i possible.
Law Aids Partridges.
A feature of this year's hunting sea
son in the Maine woods has been the
abundance of partridges. Comment
ing on the matter, the Kennebec Jour
nal says: "A well-known eastern
guide claims that the hedgehog law
passed by the legislature four years
ago and repealed last season has had
the indirect effect of giving the part
ridges a chance to multiply. This law
authorized the payment of a bounty
on hedgehogs, and while it was in
force resulted in killing off the porcu
pine almost to the point of extinc
tion. This man says that the hedge
I hogs eat the eggs of the partridges,
aud now that there are so few of them
many more eggs have a chance to
hatch."
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one?"
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ebusetts she didn't have a thing hard
ly that she could wear. And hips are
in
so unfashionable now. too.'
Record-Herald.
Chicago
She Would Never Rise.
"I heard today Miss Bond's grand
father was a baker."
"He must have been a poor one."
"Why do you say that?"
"S»e is so heavy."—Puck.
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THE PUBLIC EYE.
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women especially Interesting; they |
were busily neglecting their families
| n order to get into the Public Eye.
A pathos attached to another group
0 f women who had been in the Pub
u c Eye and could" never be happy out
In a little more we came to an open
space, very thronged.
"The Public Eye," shouted the mega
phone man of our party.
There were some curious people
within the space but even more curi
ous were those just outside.
Of these latter we thought certain
of though they couldn't in the least
t e n why.
Positively funny were a few men
who kept trying, by a variety of droll
devices, to break Into the Public
Eye. "Vice-presidential candidates!"
our megaphone man explained.—Puck.
About the Size of IL
"Preachers are about the only men
who can give better satisfaction by
doing less work," remarked the
thoughtful thinker.
"How do you figure that out?"
queried the innocent bystander.
"Short sermons always please," ex
plained the t.t. Chicago Daily News, i
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In the Right Spirit.
"I am 17. How long should I wear
my dresses?" wrote a fair lass to the
editor of the query department of a
leading magazine.
"From your first appearance in the i
morning until you retire at night," re- |
plied the editor.—Judge.
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•cely speak;
Last night the cook got mad and went
away,
We had to pay her seven plunks a
week.
— S. E. Kiser, in Chicago Record-Herald.
Prosperity has come to
so elated I can sc
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Improvement.
"It is sad," said the man who uses
slang, "to sec politicians so busy
knocking one another."
"Well," answered Senator Sorghum,
"even that program represents an im
provement. It's a little more humane
to go after a man with a hammer than
with an ax."—Washington Star.
Discreet' Prophecy.
"Why do you invariably predict the
coldest winter we have had in years?"
"Well,'' answered Prof. Blatherton,
"if it comes true people necessarily
give me credit for great wisdom. And
if it doesn't come true, they are too
thankful to hold any grudge."—Wash
ington Star.
A DOUBLE BREAK.
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Wife—I saw Mr. Chacer this after
noon and he looks pretty bad. What's
the matter with him, do you know?
Hubby—Compound fracture.
Wife—What sort of compound frac
ture?
Hubby—He's broke: and Miss
Doughbag. discovering that fact, broke
her engagement.
His Business to Be.
I "The insurance man with literary
; ambitions vou took on the staff of the
I magazine is very much dissatisfied at
j bei ng one 0 f the subordinate authors"
-j dün t see whv he should be
Wasn t he always an underwriter?"—
Baltimore American.
Rural Habits.
Smith—Hello, Jones, do you still
live out at Oyster Bay?
Jones—No—I'm in Brooklyn now.
"How Is it that you [ging Island
people are always moving from vll
liwte t» -'Hag»?"--Life
The Cause of Vernal Verdancy.
The kindergarten teacher had been
telling her pupils about the seasons
and the colors that were characteristic
of each.
"Now," said she, "if you were try
ing to represent spring, which of ths
colored chalks would you use?"
"Green," responded little Pat,
promptly,
"Why?" he was asked.
" 'Cause St. Patrick's day comes in
spring."
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Adolphus—I say. deah boy, they tell
me Cholly caught quite a cold, don
cherknow.
Augustus—Yes, he went without his
chrysanthemum one day last week.
Combination.
Complaining Customer—Say, this fly
paper is full of holes.
The Grocer—Yes. madam; I know
It is the new "combination'
it is.
fiy paper, and is made with the holes
I so that it can be used for porous plas
I 'ers after the fly season is oyer.—
I Judge.
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One Sign.
-Young Smythe and Miss
love witt
; Said Hi
: Brown are evidently in
j each other.
Sald He—No; judging by the way
they don't look at anybody else.—Chi
cago Daily News.
-Judging by the way they
Said Shi
look at each other?
. Individual Application.
"I hope you were in favor of the
loans."
"Always in favor of loans, dear boy.
Say, can you spare a V?"—Baltimore
American.
A MISTAKE SOMEWHERE.
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Myrtli
Evelyn—Eight to four.
Myrtle—You must be mistaken. I'm
sure I haven't seen more than three
men carried off the field.
The Way She Does It.
"Mrs. Clymer is a model housewife
in one way."
"What is that?"
"By dint of giving her dinners, teas
and receptions to the reporters, she
manages always to keep her house in
print."—Baltimore American.
Never Sees It.
Ida—Why haven't you been to see
me?
Emily—Just look at the weather
we've had!
Ida—I can't. We live in a shaft
apartment.—Judge.
STRIKING A BARGAIN.
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The Rig One—1 11 give you a nlc
apple if you'll stop crying.
The Small Ou
a—apple, an' how 1—long have I got
to atop fer'— Ne» 'ork Herald.
H—how big is the
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STARTED WITH PUP
AND COLORED WOMAN HAD AC
QUIRED COMPETENCE.
Showing What Industry and an Ey*
Do — Booker
Washington's Comments and
Advice on the Subject.
to Business Can
Some years ago there was a negro
conference at Tuskegee, Ala., the site
of Booker T. Washington's famous In
stitute. and one of the most prominent
speakers was Mrs. Lucy Nelson of
Dade ville, Ala. This woman was an
extremely black African, but she was
neatly dressed—had passed, indeed,
the "sunbonnet stage," as Mr. Wash
ington calls those of his people just
budding Into a more ambitious and
Under the cross
broader existence,
examination of Mr. Washington the
woman related a most interesting ex
perience—an experience that should
be an inspiration to the whole colored
race.
Do the people in your community
own homes. Mrs. Nelson?" asked
Booker T. Washington.
"I thinks they's filin' to own 'em,
sah."
"But do they own them?"
"A heap of times you can't just tell,
sah. But they's holdin' 'em down."
"Do you own your home?"
"Yes, sah. I do," proudly "And I
can tell you jest how I got it. I
swapped a puppy dog for it."
"Huh?" said Mr. Washington, ex
pressively.
"Yes, sah," the woman persisted. "I
mean jest what l says."
"Tell us about it."
"Well, it was this way. When I
started. I didn't have nothing at all
but jest a little yaller poppy dog. 1
took the dog over to my brother-in
law's He had eight little bits of pigs.
oh, jest .--o little: an I swapped the
puppy with him for one of the pigs. It j
was such a little pig that it didn't
look like it would live, but I nursed j
it good, and I prayed to the Lord to
make that little pig come for'ard to
do me good, and the pig lived and j
grew. The first year I turned her
out, and when she came back in the j
fall she brought me seven little pigs
with her. That was my start,
never had to buy any meat
I've
since 1
This winter I've killed three hogs, and 1
I've got another at home now ready to
kill. I've got 40 acres of land now, all
paid for, and a house, and it all come
from that one little puppy."
"Do you hear that?" exclaimed Mr.
Washington, "you men? Some
of
you'd better go back home and swap
! your dogs for pigs!"—New York
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The Gentle Sex Again.
The patient conductor had been
waiting for their fares for fully a min
ute. Each insisted upon paving.
"It's my turn." said the one in blue,
"and I am going to pay just as soon as
I can find that dime."
"No. I insist." spoke up the one in
brown. "Here it is. conductor."
"I shall never forgive you. I was
just about to—"
"Oh, I made a mistake. That was
a penny. Give it back and—"
"Gracious! I am so glad. Here are
the two fares, conductor."
The one in blue paid. When she
reached home she said to her hus
"The stingy thing! She just picked
up that penny as a bluff! I'll never go
shopping with her again!"
band:
While the one in brown said to her
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better half:
I never saw such a close
woman in my life. Why, she actually
forced me to pay both fares! Isn't it
"Close!
queer how stingy some people can
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Conscientious Workman.
At the Union league of Philadelphia
a few days ago the veteran shipbuild- !
er. Charles H. Cramp, related a curi- j
ous incident of a skilled caulker named ;
Brown, who. after many years of ser- i
vice at the Cramp shipyards, obtained ;
a more important position at the i
navy yard. This man came of a family
which had been employed at Cramps'
for three generations, since the early
part of the last century, and was ex
tremely conscientious. So been a
sense of duty did Brown possess that,
although he had been placed on the
regular salary list at the navy yard,
nothing could induce him to draw his
pay for the days he did not work. He
had not been accustomed, he said, to
get paid except for working days, and
he was not going to "rob the govern
ment" when work was slack.
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Why the Kettle Sings.
Do you know why a kettle "sings"
when the water Is boiling?
It's like this: When the water be- 1
gins to get hot. little bubbles form
at the bottom of the kettle and rise
toward the top until they burst.
At first they burst only a little way
from the bottom, but as the water
gets hotter and hotter they rise high
er and higher.
At last, when the water Is boiling. ,
they burst right on the surface—
hundreds of them one right after an- ■
other—and It is the noise of their con- :
tinuous bursting which makes the
sound we call "singing."
Quite So.
"Tenacity is all right enough, but
theie arc Urne» when it Is well to ad- !
mit that you have made a mistake. ;
and do it quickly "
"For instance?"
"Well, when you put the lighted end !
of a cigar into your mouth."—Ex-1
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change.
! REALIZES LIF£ IS UNCERTAIN.
Something Happened to the Man Who
Followed Precedent.
".No, I'm not going to commit sui
cide became I have a broken nose."
said the man with the strips of court
piaster across his nasal organ; but
I'll tell you what I am going to do aft
er this. I'm not going to believe
there's anything in lock any more, and
that things in this life are as uncer
tain as going out to milk a cow in the
dark. You may find the cow. or you
may find yourself alongside of a
mule."
"Something must have happened T"
was queried.
"Yes, something has; and maybe ill
feel better to get it off my mind. Six
months ago a friend of mine was in
Boston. He was walking along the
street behind a lady when he noticed
that one of her shoes was untied. He
overtook her, and, raising his hat. in
formed her of the fact. She not only
thanked him in the sweetest manner,
but took his address, and what do you
suppose followed?"
"She sent him a Teddy-bear."
"No. she didn't: she sent him a
check for *20,000, and he's just gone
into the shoe business."
"Well?"
"Well. I was in New York last week,
and I found myself following a lady
on the street. I am just as good
looking and courteous and chivalric
as my friend,
the lady's hat off, and all her false
hair with it. I overtook her. raised
my hat and expressed my sympathy
that she was bald-headed. She took
her property from my hands, and then
hauled off with the umbrella she car
ried and broke my nose. No smiles,
no sweetness, no check for $20,000 or
I was entitled
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A gust of wind took
any other old amount,
to it just as much as my friend, and
really more than he was, and yet he's
hustling in the shoe trade, while I
am hanging around the country with a
broken nose, and the doctors say I will
j never ^ han(isome again."
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do not study and practice as we of
About the Same—Nit.
Harry Kellar. the retired magician,
was talking about stage magic.
"It is not," he said, "so good as it
The younger magicians
the previous generation did.
1 nowadays stage magic appears rath«'
Hence.
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think so.
don't
"But the young
magicians
They are like an elderly
fat man whom l saw at my tailor's
the other day.
" Let me see. sir,' said the tailor,
of you haven't been in for two or three
years. Perhaps I had better remeas
ure you.'
'All right.' said the fat man.
'You'll find no change in my figure,
though.'
"The tailor got to work with his
tape. The measurements were called
out and jotted down. The fat man
said at the end :
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the same as they used to be, eh?'
" Yes. sir. about the same.' was the
reply. 'Chest a trifle lower down,
that's all, sir.' "
Few One-Armed Women.
Did anybody ever see a one-armed
woman?" asked the gray-headed man.
"I never did. Almost every day I meet
one-armed men. but I have yet to en
counter a woman with that pitifully
empty sleeve. Are there no women
who have suffered that mutilation?
If not, why not. and if so. where are
Yesterday I heard it argued
that there was no cause for a woman
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to lose an arm. Women do not go to
the wars, they are not engaged In oo
cupations that are likely to carry away
a part of their body. But that reason
ing is not sonnd. Many women work
in mills and factories, and they are
j as liable to accidents in the street
\ and public conveyances as men. Fre
■ quently they figure in these accidents.
but although men in the same situa
: tion would lose an arm. women never
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deliberate and designed creation of
the man who therein expresses him
self. The self that he thus expresses
is a bundle of inherited tendencies
that came, the man himself can never
entirely know whence.- It is by the ,
instinctive stress of a highly sensitive
or slightly abnormal constitution that
he is impelled to distill these tenden
cies into the alien magic of words. The
stylus wherewith he strives to write
do. What is the cause of their immr
nity?"
Secret of Style.
Style is in a very small degree the
himself on the yet blank pages of the
world may have the obstinate vigor of
a metal rod. or the wild and quaver
• ing waywardness of an insect's wing,
but behind it lie forces that extend
into infinity. It moves us because it
is itself moved by pulses which, in
varying measure, we also have in
herited.—Atlantic.
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joy rides in the air."
"Not some day.'
Looking Forward.
"Some day we ll be taking midnight
You mean 'some
, night.' "
"Oh. very well. What 1 »-as going
■ on to say was that if the son of a mil
: lionaire should fall oat with a chorus
girl on a trip like that it would be a
serious matter."
A Modern Instance.
! school teacher, "can you tell me what
; King Solomon did when both women
claimed the baby?"
"Now. Mary." asked the Sunday
"Yeasum." responded the little girl
! to whose home the stork had recently
come with a double burden, "bo made
1 twins at It"