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PAGE FOUR
HER LETTERS TO DAD
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By ELEANOR G. REESE.
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Brighton Casino, Atlantic City,
March 8. 19 —. Dear Dad: What an
everlasting age It
seems since I left Jr j jiV jlf ,yj
you and Ted i UiH i j Ij |j|
standing on the
platform, waving lA2t v
good-by to me! 1
cannot believe \mr&w* jt
that this place is jni&r ™
going to do me * 7
much good when -v,
I think how long , Jgyrap
■ the weeks will be A
before I will be 1
back in dear old
Oretna, but I shall /
try hard to grhw '
strong for your
sake.
“Aunt Helen is
very still, very
plain, and very m
much a ‘Quaker lady’ but I like her
Immensely, for she leaves me so much
alone.
“Today I am curled up in one ol
the big wicker chairs at the Casino, |
tramping along, or being pushed in
those queer chairs —for all the world
like a colony of ants moving to a
new hill.
“And then, dad, there’s the sea —not
blue like the books always have it,
but an angry, foaming, grey-green sea.
rolling its great waves up on the
beach where they break and thunder
at our feet. Tomorrow it may be
calm enough, but today it suits my
mood, and T love it.
“The orchestra is playing the “Trau
meret” —oh, dad, those days in Flor
ence come back and 1 dream such
dear idle dreams!
“You will come to me, soon, dad
dear, for I’m desperately lonely with
out you. Ted can manage the ranch
for a little while.
“Give my love to Ted. and to every
body. but keep for yourself the dear
est love of your girl, Jean.”
“Brighton Casino, Atlantic City,
March 11, 19 —. My Own Dad: Thank
you for your good, breezy, loving let
ter; I could almost imagine myself
home again. The days have gone by
somehow and I shall look for you be
fore long—don’t disappoint me!
“If only the old sorrow would bury
Itself deep down in the sand I might
promise to come home happy and
care-free again, but it won’t leave me,
dad. If you knew how I’ve tried to
be glad that I sent him away!
“I sit here morning after morning
and watch the ships far out on the
horizon-line, and long to be on one of
them sailing away to Italy—and
Ralph. What if he is doing his duty,
what if I did send him aw'ay. he is as
truly mine—no, no, dad, he isn’t. I’m
all wrong! It is seeing so many hap
py people that makes my loneliness
unbearable. By now he is married
to that little girl in Italy—l hope
she’ll love him lots.
“There dear, forgive me, I would
not pain you, you, who, are so patient
with me! Soon I will be home and I
will try harder to be brave. Heaven
knows you need all the sunshine I caji
give you! Don’t think me ungrateful
but love me, dad, for you’re all the
world to your own girl, Jean.”
“P. S._ Kiss Ted for me, he’s the
dearest sort of a brother!”
“Hotel Brighton, Atlantic City,
March 15, 19 —. Dad Dear: Some
thing has happened! After all the
dark days I am to be happy, dad. do
you hear me? Happy! I was sitting
in the Casino yesterday morning with
my back turned to the crowd when i
heard a woman’s voice say: ‘There he
is, now, isn't he interesting looking?’ ;
I did not turn around but some one
drew a chair near mine and sat down :
to read. I read a long while, until the
place was quite deserted except for
ttda stranger w’ho had his back to me.
Suddenly, he throw down his book, j
'walked over to the window and began
k* speak, evidently supposing himself j
quite alone. At the first sound of his
voice I kept very still in my chair, j
‘What will it all come to?’ I heard i
him say. ‘I have done all I could, i
but even for her dear sake I cannot j
marry another woman. In Heaven’s ;
name why should I? It would all be j
a damnable lie from beginning to end
there would be no peace here nor j
hereafter. Ah, Jean, Jean, if I haa j
never looked into your great, soulful j
eyes, if my arms had never held you
close, it might have been, but now—
never! You said you would not marry
a man who had idly won another
womans’ heart. You meant to do
right, little girl, but you did not know'
how r despicably deceitful she was, and
1 can never tell you.’
“It was then that my purse dropped
loudly to the floor. With an angry
exclamation he stooped to pick it up
for me, not looking at my face, but as
he handed it to me, I held his hand
fast, and oh, dad, if you’d seen his
eyes when he looked and saw it was j '
I! He started to take me in his arms. ' 1
but, remembering our parting, he !
straightened himself up and begged j
my pardon, said he supposed I knew
he had not done what I sent him to j
do, and then said he would leave. 1 1
couldn’t stand that, dad, so I jus* j
asked him if he hadn’t been awaj !
long enough—you can guess what his j 1
answer was!
“P. S. You should see Aunt Helen! ■
She does not v*t believe Ralph it i i
anything more tfisn a board-walk ac- j '
quaintauce, and we have such fun j
with her. Won’t it be glorious when
you come and tell her all? Jean.”
(Copyright, fay Daily Story Pub. C»xi
IN A DRESSING ROOM
By LILLIAN WOODS.
"My, 1 thought I wasn’t going to be
able to come!” exclaimed Miss Finch,
peering closer into the mirror and add
ing a delicate touch of excitement to
her cheeks.
“You know, I hinted and hinted,”
she explained, “but Paul hadn’t any
ears at all! My, I wouldn't have missed
it for a farm! The floor’s swell, ain’t
it? And, say, did you see the orches
tra they’ve got? All of fifteen pieces!
Must have cost them something, let
me tell you!”
“Yes,” rejoined Miss Smithson, as
she delved for a powder bag and began
its careful application.
Honest, Miss Finch, I envy you —
your color comes and goes at your own |
good will! Now, when I put on my
best dress and get my hair combed my
face begins to show signs of labor
and by the time I get on the floor I
look like a washerwoman! Honest,
it’s an awful trial.”
Miss Smithson gave her cheeks an
other coating of the powder to cover
the offending color, and restored the !
bag to its place. Then she unwrapped i
her slippers.
“You know, some girls think they (
can’t come to a dance unless they have |
a carriage; but I’m not so stuck up j
yet awhile! Now, here my slippers ;
will look just as good as if I’d walked ;
on a red carpet to an automobile from |
my own house and from the automo- j
bile in here, don’t they, now?”
Miss Smithson put up a languid foot
and motioned to the maid to assist her.
“You saw that girl that just went
out?” went on Miss Smithson. “Well,
wliat do you suppose 1 heard her say?
1 wasn’t listening, but she talked for
the benefit of us all, as anyone could
tell, so 1 just took it in. She said that
hair was all hers! She said she just
ran a comb through it in the morning
and the curls fell that way! As if you
couldn’t see a mile away that she
bought, it by the yard! Isn’t it funny
how some people will think they can
put one over? But I should worry
about it!”
.“No, it’s not as if we should scorn
to buy it by the yard ourselves,” 're
marked Miss Finch, pinning a rose
into a cluster of curls before applying
the whole to her coiffure.
“Well, I like that!” retorted Miss
Smithson. “All I got on is my own—
and I’m not afraid to take it down!”
Miss Finch changed the subject
hastily. “You didn’t say anything about
“lt’» Worth S3O If It’s Worth a Cent.”
my gown,” she remarked. "I got it at
a sale. It’s worth S3O if it’s worth a.
cent, and I’d be ashamed to say w'hat
I got it for, just because they had to
make room for summer goods, they
said.” She gazed at her reflection in
the mirror appreciatively. "You know',
I was afraid I’d be conspicuous here
in it, but I guess it’s going to be some
dance, and I’ll be glad I wore it. It’s
too bad you didn’t—”
“I had th’is made specially for this
dance,” interrupted Miss Smithson,
with dignity. “The fussy things are
all out—that’s why they sell them so
cheap—and the whole thing now' is
the plain drees with good lines. I was
afraid it wouldn’t be done for tonight,
and I’d have to wear one of those bead
ed things, like yours that I had last
winter, but a woman who was going
abroad decided to wait a w'hile longer,
so the dressmaker was able to finish
this!” Miss Smithson drew' up her
skirts and etood before the mirror in
pleased scrutiny.
“I think we’d better get a move on
us if we want the first dance—l hear
the music, and the boy’ll be frantic,”
suggested Miss Finch.
“It’ll do them good to wait —they’ll
appreciate us all the more when we
get there,” replied the sophisticated
Miss Smithson, giving a parting touch
to her complexion before the mirror. 1
“This sure is my color —I feel that I
am going to enjoy myself tonight. I 1
always can tell!
“Oh, goodness! Maybe they’ll ask j
some one for the first dance. Come i 1
on! Let’s run!”— Chicago Daily News. 1
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All Gone.
Doctor —My dear sir, you must give
your wife some change.
Husband —Good heavens, doctor, j
how can I do that when she goes
through my pockets regularly every
night!
THE PARKER POST, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 6, 1913.
FRUITS IN THE HOT WEATHER
Nature’s Provision for the Preserva
tion of Health When the Mer-.
cury Is Soaring.
It is hardly necessary to tell the
summer girl to add fruits to her
beauty diet. There is a whole medi
cine chest of tonics to be found among
the fruits, and these are nature’s
remedies which leaves no ill effects.
Perhaps among the tonic fruits, ap
ples, prunes and pineapples are most
conspicuous. Os apples little need be
said other than that the axiom of our
childhood days, “gold in the morning,
silver at noon and lead at night,” has
been abandoned. For the normal per
son apples are golden whether eaten
at night or noon. As both “food and
! physic,” prunes are pre-eminent.
There is no simpler, pleasanter laxa
tive than a handful of prunes. Soak
them in a glass of water overnight
and take them the first thing in the
morning, drinking the fruit juice and
masticating the prunes thoroughly be
fore swallowing. If this simple regi
men is kept up for a week or so it
will clear out the system wonderfully
and also tone up the nerves.
The remedial powers of the pineap-
I pie are truly remarkable. If your
j throat is swollen or sore, or irritated
with dirt after a fascinating motor
j trip on summer roads, try gargling it
! in pineapple juice. Surely this is
j much pleasanter than the usual lo
I tions, and you will find it quite as
i effective. Moreover, the pineapple
1 contains a wonderful digestive fluid
I so the girl whose blotchy skin is due
| to a poor digestion will do well to eal
this fruit in large quantities, as it will
make easy the process of digestior
and prevent the dull headaches, the
pimples and muddy skin of which she
is at present complaining.
EASY TO EXAMINE THE LUNGS
Physicians Now Enabled to Perforrr
Rare Operations With the New
Bronchoscope.
An instrument known as the bron
choscope has been introduced at the
Medico-Chirurgical hospital, Philadel
phia, to aid in the examination of the
lungs and to remove foreign sub
stances therefrom.
The bronchoscope is U-shaped. One
of the legs is hollow and is surmount
ed by a small mirror and an electric
light. To remove a foreign body from
the lungs, the hollow’ leg is inserted
in the mouth and permitted to pass
dowm the throat until it reaches the
vocal chords. With the aid of the
mirror and light on the outer end an
examination of the lungs is then made
and the foreign substance located.
This done, a small steel tweezer is
passed through the hollow tube and
the offending particle removed.
Dr. R. S. Skillern and his five as
sistants in the nose and throat de
partment of the institution are skilled
In the manipulation of the broncho
scope, and have been performing some
rare operations. Such things as col
lar buttons, screws, safety pins, chick
en bones, nails, and dried peas have
been removed.
The instrument affords specialists
an opportunity of looking into the
lungs of tuberculosis patients.
Didn’t Think Much of Lecturer.
A well-known Boston lecturer w'a*
to give one of his lectures in a west
ern city in which he had a sister who
had a family of several children. He
was the guest of his sister, and his
pephew, a lad of nine or ten years,
wapted to attend the lecture. To this
his uncle said;
“I don’t think that my lecture w'ould
interest you, Harold. You would be j
much better off at home and in bed.
Now if you will stay at home and go j
to bed, I will give you a dollar, which :
Js the price of a ticket to the lecture.” j
“A dollar!” said the boy with a
gasp. “Why, uncle, it surely can’t be ;
worth all that! I guess that fifteen I
cents will be enough for you to pay I
me. Don’t you suppose that that will
be as much as it will be worth?” —Il-
lustrated Sunday Magazine.
Judge’s Good Advice.
“You should be very careful in your
Investigations of every case presented j
to you,” said a New York judge in im
paneling a grand jury recently. “Many
a hard-earned reputation has been de
stroyed by the filing of unnecessary
indictments, and the dismissal of the
Indiptment does not remove the stig
ma upon a person’s name.”
That is good advice for any grand
jury anyw'here. There is always dan- j
ger of the thought that “this isn’t a
trial; it isn’t calling him guilty; Ue’U |
have his chance later on; we’ll indict
him on general principles.” But it is
hard for anyone to undo the damage
caused by an unjustified indictment.
There w-ould be no harm to the com
munity if indictments were made
more difficult instead of more easy.—
Boston Post.
New Way of Preserving Eggs.
A new way of preserving eggs has
been practiced in Bavaria recently
which is said to be satisfactory. The
eggs are placed in water of a tempera
ture of about 95 degrees for a quarter
of an hour. Then they are put on s.
net, held for five seconds in boiling
water, and then, as quickly as pos.
sible, removed into cold water. The
eggs, still wet, are laid on a clean
cloth and allow'ed to dry by exposure
to the air. They must not be dried
off with a cloth or tow'el. When they
are dry they are packed in a box with
bran and ground peat. The box is
stored in a cool place, out of reach of
frost. Eggs thus preserved in June
were found to be perfectly fresh next
March. —Up-to-Date Farming.
STATEMENT OF OWNERSHIP,
MANAGEMENT. CIRCULATION,
ETC.,
of The Parker Post, published week
ly at Parker, Arizona, required by
the Act of August, 24, 1912.
Name of editor, J. B. Flanagan;
postoffice address, Parker, Arizona.
Business manager, .T. B. Flanagan
Publisher, Post Publishing Co.,
(Inc.), Parker, Arizona.
Owners: .T. B. Flanagan, G. C.
Dunn, F. M. Fuqua, G. A. Marsh,
j T. M. Drennan, W. E. Robinson, J. F.
Raney, Henry Roberts H. A; Goodwin,
A. S. Prescott, C. W. Graves, all of
Parker, Arizona; Carl F. Schader,
Santa Monica, Cal.; Martha G.
Brown, Pasadena, Cal.; H. E. Steece,
Vidal, Cal.; .T. L. Curtis, Los Ange
les, Cal.
Known bondholders, mortgagees,
and other security holders, holding
1 per Cent or more of total amount
of bonds, mortgages, or other seciir
! ities:- - - none.
J. B. FLANAGAN,
Editor.
Sworn to and subscribed before me
this 25t.h day of August, 1913.
C. W. GRAVES,
Notary Public, |
(Seal)
(My commission expires February, 19, 1
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1916.)
Wanted —Clean white cotton rags j
at this office; 5 cents per pound.
JOHN F. COLLINS
Undertaker and Embalnier
Also Contractor and Builder
PARKER, - - ARIZONA
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R. C. SAUFLEY
Notary Public,
Parker, - - Arizona
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