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PERSONAL MENTION
Miss Leah. Laird returned to Den
ver Monday morning.
Oscar Williairs came up from Den
ver Monday, after making arrange
ments to iut on an extra line of
automobiles this spring to accommo
date the incoming mining investors.
Charles McNeal, of Elk park, came
to the county seat Monday to have
secret papers drawn up, the contents
of which were carefully guarded from
the eye of the Reporter. ;
C. It. Shivers went to Tolland to
day to repair the telephone line at
that point.
George L. Hamllik came up from
Denver Tuesday evening.
Mrs. £id Tyler and mother, of Rol
linsville visited in Central Saturday.
John Anderson and wife left for a
visit to Denver this morning. j
P. R. Als dor f, manager of the Pion
eer tunnel, came up from Denver on |
Tuesday evening’s train. He rides
cn the train occasionally.
Miss Tolly Beaman came up from
Denver Tuesday night.
James Barbeee, the local black
smith and machinist, went to Den- i
ver Sunday to buy spring steel for
1 is airrlane contract.
Senator Cassady was over from
Boulder Monday to consult members
of the Council of Defense in refer
ence to the third Liberty loan. This
county is expected to do its share in
the purchasing of these bonds.
George McFarlane took the Sayre
car, recently purchased by Peter Mc-
Farlane, to Denver Monday. It will
displace a Henrietta twin two that
C. A. Schroeder has been driving.
Dr. C. M. Froid was called to Den
ver this morning to receive addition! 1
instructions on tlie examination of
registrants. It was reported that the
doctor had been called into the ser
vice, but such, is not the case. He
is expecting a call, however, any day.
M. E. CHURCH
Services for next Sunday:
10 a. m. Clasemeetirg, Win. Aug
er, leader.
11 a. jn. Public worship. Sermon:
“Natural Fretfulness.’”
2.46 p. m. Sunday fkhool, C. O.
Richards, Supt. Miee Hazel Stnibley,
S. 6. pianist.
7 p. m. Sermon, “The Infinite Ref
eree.”
Miss Grace Rule, church organist.
Everybody cordially invited to at
tend these services.
The inspiration of sizable audien
ces gives wider range to the thought
of a speaker. It wanra the room in
two senses. There is intelligence in
a face and the mind behind the vis
ible calls to the ilatform, on each
appearance, for a few sentences at
least of sparkling thought. "What
are you doing?” said one to a little
girl who answered, “I was putting
down a ’think’ and marking around
it.” Focus —that is the way to get a
picture. You are all cordially invit
ed to attend our services or such
ones os ere suitable to your time.
GEORGE S. PARKER, Minister.
CHURCH OF THE ASSUMPTION
Sunday senices:
8 a. m. Low n ass and sermon.
10 a. m. High mass and sermon.
2 p. m. Catechetical Instruction for
children, devotion and benediction.
8 a. m. Daily mass.
Members of Altar society receive
coinmunkn on first Sunday of the
month. Young ladles and men on
second Sunday. Men on third Sun
day of the month. Sucred Heart
League on first Friday of the month.
Conf( ssioiis on Saturday night from
7:30; also Sunday morning from 7:30
a. in.
Dovotion during Lent as follows;
Tuesday night at 7:30 devotion,
sermon and benediction. Friday night
at 7:30 stations of cross uud bene
diction.
On Sacred Heart Friday, mass, ex
position and benediction at 7 a. ni.
General communion for members of
Sacrod Heart League.
The paßtor Is ready to receive call
at any time. Sick or infirm should
be rciorted to the pastor so that
they may he visited.
Weekly mess will be offered by
raslor for these who contribute to
support of church.
MICHAEL J. WEnBER,
Pastor.
EPISCOPAL CHURCH
Ler.ttn services I'rldey evening at
7:30. morning service and Holy
Communion Sunday morning at 11
o'clock. Sunday eclicol at 10 o'clock.
V O. HARRISON, Rector.
Good saddle horse for sale, $35.00.
Apply to S'. S. Hambly.
Monday’s high wind blew In the
front of the Converse store at Apex
and did slight damage bo other build
ings.
PHK GILPIN OBSERVER
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Ice Chronicle
By TOY CHESTER WARFORD
(Copyright, 1917, Western Newspaper Union.)
Rldgeton was in the midst of an ice
carnival. It was a new feature for
that bustling little country town and
hailed with delight by the young
people, not only of the village but of
the district for miles around.
All the old curlicue skates of a past
generation, as well as the newest and
latest In ice skimmers, came Into ac
tive use. The surface of the lake was
ns even ns a floor and smooth as glass.
Miss Althea Durand, the daughter of a
leading citizen, at once imperiously ap
propriated to herself the conviction
that she was the regnant queen of the
fete, and had many followers in friends
from a distance, some of whom were
real experts in the skating line.
She was haughty, domineering and
exclusive as to her choice of compuny,
but she did not openly dtsduin a mod
est youth who had been attracted by
the winning gleam of her captivating
eyes. It was known about the villago
that Warren Dodge had been sent for
by a wealthy bachelor uncle, who in
tended to practically adopt him.
But, alas! That first skating carni
val proved his Waterloo. He was a
fuir, plain and steady skuter, but when
he attempted to cut a figure S and the
whirling caper in which some of the
city friends of Miss Durand were pro
ficient from practice, Warren met with
disaster. He scored a stumbling glide
and a grotesque tumble that set all
those in sight roaring with laughter—
all except Dolly Sprague. She was
really sorry for him, but Warren did
not know that—then.
As be arose to his feet, humbled and
embarrassed, he chanced to glance in
the direction of Miss Durand. He was
mortified, abashed to observe he" join
ing in the general overflow of Jollity
at his plight. She tried to escape his
eye, but the impression was made.
Warren righted himself and, feigning
a loose skate, hurried to a retired
bench at the side of the little booth
where hot colfee and sandwiches were
sold.
"Oh, Warren, I was so sorry,” spoke
a sweet, comforting voice, and he
looked up to recognize Dolly. They
had been rare school friends, but she
had never appealed to him as now, the
only one who had a word of sympathy.
"I ventured beyond my limit, imitat
ing those crack skaters from the city,”
said Warren.
”You shouldn't mind one fall, War
ren,” spoke Dolly sweetly. "I had five
of them. I've about given up any hope
of learning.”
"Oh, you mustn't say that!” abjected
Warren. ‘'Suppose I help you?”
"They skated away from the main
group and Warren’s heart warmed
towards the sprightly, happy-spirited
little maiden, all flushed with enjoy
ment and beauty. He told her of his
prospects In the city and she was in
terested. The Impulse came to him to
ask permission to write to her occa
sionally, and when he left town the
next morning Warren had quite forgot
ten the flashing beauty, Miss Durand,
and carried In his mind a lasting re
membrance of the demure, tender
hearted little friend whose true value
he had never estimated until now.
In a month he wrote to Dolly, telling
her of practical hard work his uncle
had laid out for him. He received o
pretty, girlish note from Dolly and sev
eral letters passed between them. A
final note from Wnrren Informed Doll ■»
that he would have a week’s vacation
to attend the second ice carnival.
It was a crowded event, for the
opening day was a fancy-dress masque
rade occasion. Dolly wns there, easily
recognized on account of her trim, pe
tite figure. So was Miss Durand. She
had learned In some mysterious wny
that Warren wns In great favor with
Ills uncle, and an heir was what the
scheming siren was looking for. Dolly
had the idea from Warren’s letters
that he was simply a hard-worked em
ployee of his relatives.
A stranger attired in the garb of a
Canadian hunter swung into action
and all eyes were directed towards
him. 411 s graceful movements were
fascinating. He pirouetted. He de
scribed wonderful evolutions that out
vied those of his rivals on*the scene.
It began to be whispered about that
the newcomer was Warren Dodge.
Miss Durand wns on the tiptoe of ex
citement and tried to uttract his atten
tion. Of a sudden the expert Indulged
in a spiral evolution that wns dizzying,
sped over to where Dolly was and held
out his hand.
"Come, Dolly,” he said simply.
"Oh, Warren, how magnificent I” flub
tered the delighted girl.
"We’ll skim up the lake," said Wapj
ren. "I wan't to show you a maneuver
Intended for your eyes only."
They rcuched a deserted spot; Wafi
ren left Dolly’s side, with the words j
"Now watch close, Dolly. I want td
teach you to rend skate writing," and
then he started off on one foot. Dolly
gasped ns she traced letter after lerf
ter his nimble feet were tracing. Her
eyes fell and she bowed her head in
mute embarrassment, for the clever
chronicle rend:
"I love you I”
"I spent two months learning how
to do that, Dolly, dear," spoke Warren
tenderly, gliding to her side and tak
ing her willing hand. "Have I wasted
my timer'
And the sweet, quivering Ups, smil
ing shyly from a sweet, happy face,
whispered softly;
"No.”
A Freak of
Fate
By VICTOR REDCUFFE
(Copyright, 1917, Weitern Newspaper Union.)
“Pretty hard luck, Peyton?"
“Yes, It's a clean sweep. I've lost
all I have in the world. There's one
ruy of sunshine, though.”
“And what’s that?”
“I have paid for everything I had. I
don’t owe a cent.”
“My bruve optimist, you deserve the
very best! If you want to rebuild and
start over again I'll finance you to the
limit.”
“Thank you, Mr. Rogers,” said Pey
ton, “but Pm through experimenting,
for a time, anyway."
He was a splendid specimen of hu
manity, not yet twenty-five, tall, erect,
clear-eyed and open-faced. He and his
would-be putron viewed a scene of
wide desolation. For as far as the eye
could reach was water, the roarlug
Miami river, and every estuary swol
len beyond its bunks and shattered
bouses and barns and great heaps of
wreckage where the valley dipped. A
flood, followed by a bursting dam, had
swept to wreck and ruin half a town
and Its environs.
It enine just as Clyde Peyton had
perfected his dream of business felicity.
He had Ids fad. It was chicken rais
ing. He hud saved up nearly $3,000.
A poultry fancier and Importer lmd
just Introduced luto this country a rare
species of what were culled cochin
pheasants. They were wonderful luy
ers, they were a sport fowl, they were
Incomparable broilers. Peyton bought
the entire outfit. Then he had leused a
few acres of land and had put up some
buildings. The chicken quarters were
pulntiul. There was one large shed so
comfortably built that it had two sto
ries uud held over 400 of the blooded
fowl. This had been bodily wrenched
from Its moorings and mingled with
other wreckage.
“You found no trace of the chicken
house?” Inquired Rogers.
"Yes, parts of It strewn here and
there, nnd such a body of fowls, even
live stock, massed up where the river
branches ran that I hadn't the heart to
look. Poor things 1"
So Clyde Peyton started out on the
road, as of yore, as a traveling sales
man. He did not even leave an address
behind him. He tried to forget his mis
guided speculation. It was during his
vacation month that the old love for
animate farm nature came back to him.
There was a state fair, and he visited
1L
His whole Interest was centered one
day on a poultry annex where a full
line of cochin pheasants wus on ex
hibition. At once Peyton was In his
element. He engaged In conversation
with the man In charge of the collec
tion.
Peyton turned to proceed on his way,
he faced a bright eyed, handsome
young ludy who evidently had been an
Interested listener to all he had Bald
and showed it In her intelligent eyes.
Peyton strolled around to the sume
place the next day. He found the ex
hibitor glad to see him. The young
Indy was there also.
They became very well acquainted
and It was a rapturous week for Clyde
Peyton. Together they went the
rounds of the fulr agutn and again.
One day Clyde narrated his former
business venture and the circum
stances of the flood that had beg
gared him. Miss Barnett gnve him a
strange glance that he did not observe.
Her breath came quickly. It seemed
to Clyde us though she wus very Indul
gent uml considerate with him utter
that. His heart beat hlgji whenever
he recalled all her little kindnesses.
The next (lay his emotions went down
below freezing point when. In a casual
conversation, the exhibitor remnrked
Inchlentnlly:
“Yes, Miss Barnett Is heiress to a
very large fortune.”
“That settles It,” soliloquized Clyde
j ruefully, uloue with himself. “The
chances of n poor commercial traveler
for winning u peerless creature like
that would be decidedly slim."
He decided to eud his vucutton uud
told the exhibitor so the next day,
"Mr. Peyton is going away In the
morning. Miss Burnett,” he told the
young ludy who owned the poultry col
lection. "I happened to refer to your
being wealthy uud It seemed to dispirit
! him.”
Inn looked conscious uml her cheeks
reddened.
“I must see Mr. Peyton before he
goes away," she spoke, almost anxious
, ly. “There he Is coming now. Won’t
you please leave me in charge here? I
have some luiportunt business with Mr.
Peyton."
Important Indeed, nnd when disclos
ed to Clyde ho wns staggered. It
seemed that over 75 miles from their
old home Ills cochin pheasant had es
caped from their wrecked house, and
to the number of over 150 lmd one
morning wandered Into John Burnett’s
chicken farm.
, They had formed the nucleus of the
fortune ho hud left to his daughter. He
had sought everywhere, hut vnlnly, to
locate their original owner.
, “And nlwnys,” said Inn, “father In
sisted that If ever that owner wus dls
| covered, he could he given an equal
share, of the business that his brood
had built up." 80, Clyde was no long
er poor. He was no longer hopeless,
either. It was when he visited the
Barnett furm, nnd with Inn by his side,
viewed thtf grent broods of beautiful
cochin pheasants that his love found
utterance, and Ina welcomed his words
as life's sweetest music.
The
Wedding Dress
By Florence Lillian Headeson
(Copyright. 1917. Western Newspaper Union.)
For the first time in ten years Mar
tin Wade wus takiug a vacation. For
the first time In his life he fiiid the
money to do It with, uud plenty of it.
So novel was the situation that the
very opulence of his pride required a
definite plun us to how he should get
rid of It. Novelty, anticipation, u
new experience In freedom from care
guve to the experience the keenest
zest and pleasure.
“The five thousand dollars my broth
er unexpectedly willed to me," rumi
nated Martin, “seems to me like nu un
ending fortune."
He did not proceed to squander it.
Martin did not know how. Years of
economy, thrift, perfect contentment
with the ordinary necessaries of life
lmd truiued him to be not only self
denying hut conservative.
“I will buy a real good suit of
clothes," decided Marliu, uml he look
ed immensely the better for It. “I had
just vegetated all these years. I’ll
do a little waking up. Then I'll try and
find some nice, lazy, quiet little busi
ness to go Into."
He went out for a walk, to discover
a button gone from his new coat. It
put him In mind of Mrs. Wilton at
once. His landlady hud a few weeks
previous directed his attention to Mrs.
Wilton, a gentle, patient-fuced old ludy
who had seen better days, and, with
her unmarried daughter, Madge, was
reduced to living in one room. Madge
worked at a dressmaking establish
ment. Her mother had Indicated to
the lnndludy that she would be glad to
take In light sewing id mending. So
Martin had sent some of Ills belong
ings to Mrs. Wilton for repairs.
Then, one evening ns he called for
his bundle on the floor two flights up,
the Wiltons were having tea. Mar
tin must take a cup of ten, and he
passed n most pleasant hour In the
company of the widow and her daugh
ter, the latter a tall, graceful girl
whose sweet beauty was marred only
by traces of overwork and the anxi
ety of getting along.
“I’ve come to trouble you about a
wayward overcoat button,” reported
Martin, and Mrs. Wilton proceeded to
sew It on. Martin glanced about tho
apartment, realizing a sense of order
and coziness. His breath came quick
ly as a daring suggestion entered his
mind.
“By the way, Mrs. Wilton,” he stam
mered, “I—that Is —I'm having a va
cation.”
“I hope you will enjoy It,” said tha
widow brightly.
“I’m afraid I don’t know how to,”
half laughed Martin In an embar
rassed way. “I feel sort of lonesome,
away from the office. Would you—
that Is, do you think you would enjoy
going to the theater with me—you and
Miss Wilton?"
They went. They made the trip In
a taxi cab. There was a sapper aft
erwards. Mr. Wade, you have given
me the pleasantest evening of my life,”
said Mrs. Wilton when they reached
home, and Madge looked her thanks
with grateful eyes.
“They are fine people." communed
Mnrtln with himself. “Wish I had
met them —that Is, Miss Wilton—be
fore I got so far along In life.” He
was not yet thirty, and tried to be
lieve he was sedate and dull as an
old man of sixty.
Martin roamed about nil kinds of
odd places to put In the time. One
dny he chnneed to come upon a sale
of unclaimed express packages In an
auction room. A momentary invest
ment fever led him to bid for n little
wooden box and a long pnstebonrd
one. When he got them home he open
ed the wooden box first. It con
tained a broken mechanism, apparent
ly the Invention of some poor genius,
nnd the sight of It snddened Mnrtln.
Then surprise ensued, for opening the
pasteboard box he brought to light n
dainty silk wedding dress. As he
swung the filmy robe about, It caught
on a bureau hundlc, nnd tore half way
down a seam.
“What on) I ever going to do with
It?" cogitated Martin. “What non
sense have I Indulged In? Oh, well,
I'll get It mended nnd put It away.
Maybe some dny—some day I may
find someone to wear It.”
“I shall have to leave mending such
delicate stnfT to Madge," said Mrs.
Wilton, when Mnrfn the next dny took,
her the torn weddltyt dress and ux .
plained Its possession ns if It wfre a
huge Joke. He went up to sea* how
’ the work wns getting on the next eve
ning. The door of the Wilton apart
nient wns ajar. Mrs. Wilton had gono
out, but Madge stood before the mir
ror arrayed In the dress. She burst
upon his senses, a rare vision of
beauty.
“Oh, how lovely I" cried Mnrtln, Im
petuously, and Madge turned, blushing
like a peony.
“I was trying It on to—to sec If the
mending showed,” she explained con
fusedly.
“You must keep It, Miss Wilton."
floundered Martin." "What use have I
for Itl It becomes you so, and some
time—some time—"
And there Martin Wade took cour
age. “Miss Wilton—Madge," he said
huskily, “I’ve got to say It. Keep It
and wear It—for me. I'm going to ask
you to marry me, for I love you.” And
the frank, plain confession was so sin
cere that Madge knew that she coaid
trust this man of sterling worth with
her happiness. .