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A Happy Day
.. A Very Natural Mistake.
By MARGARET B. CONWAY
"You Oiin't miss it, Noll." cnlli'd Mrs.
Reek mil .s the hig niiitni-ciir drew
way from th i-ui li. "Tlio sif.'n is over
the lmri li. 'Happy 1 :iy Vuthigv,' und if
you arrive first just go ahead and start
the dinner, will youV .lackman said
the supplies would he wailing there.
Good by. Sorry you won't come with
It was 11 o'clock when Nell readied
Silver Lake. The road was an unfa-1
miliar one. for she had never been to I
the little resort before. It was late
September and most of the cottages
edging the lake were untenanted, but
Happy Day Vottagc was at the very
edge of the short road, and Nell left
her ear in the shade of the trees and
went up on to the little rustic porch.
The door was locked, and it was evi
dent that she was the first on the
scene. She determined to go ahead
mid prepare dinner for the hungry mo
torists. for it had been agreed that the
women of the party were to do the
A round to the hack door went Noll,
her arms burdened with luscious pencil
ee she had found in town, and a bottle
of ereavn, which delicacy she was cer
tain Mrs. Reekman would forget.
The hack door was unlatched, and
Miss Gaines stepped into the little
kitchen and found a grocer's basket
heaped with packages and tins. She
BEE STOPPED SHORT AND STAKED.
nnng her hat and cloak in the little
passageway and pinned a convenient
towel over her linen gown In lieu of
an apron, and set to work to evolve a
meal from the contents of the basket
There were bread and butter, cereals,
flour, eggs, sugar, coffee, tinned meats
und fish, vegetables and. last of all, a
torn bit of paper on which was scrawl
ed in pencil:
"The stake is in the refrijarater."
And in a tiny ice filled box in the
pantry Nell found a juicy sirloin
steak—about large enough for two peo
ple! Where were the other, hungry six
to come in
Nell shrugged her shoulders and set
the sardines and tinned salmon aside.
Nell Gaines was an excellent cook.
Deftly she flew here and there, mak
ing herself quite at home.
When everything was ready Nell
went into the living room and sat
down by the window.
Her eyes became accustomed to the
cool dimness of the little room, and
ehe noted with growing surprise that
It was rather disorderly. Pipes and
tobacco littered a smoking stand,
books and magazines were heaped on
chairs and tables, a tennis racket lay
on a window seat and an artist's easel
end painting kit cumbered another
corner. A pair of masculine slippers
stood Invitingly before the empty fire
There was a sound from the kitchen
and Nell hastened there, flushed and
lovely with the anticipation of the
general surprise when they should find
dinner In readiness.
She stopped short and stared.
Framed in the open window, with
his elbows on the sill, was a perfect
giant of a
young man, attractively
homely as to features, with steady gray
eyes and stubby brown hair. His face
was tanned to a warm brown and his
bends and arms above his elbows,
where bis shirt sleeves were rolled up.
were the same golden tan.
So Nell stared at him and he stared
at Nell until her face flushed a deeper
rose and she made another step for
"Good morning." she said rather
"Ah, good morning." he said, still
"Mrs. Beek ma has not arrived yet,"
•he said significantly.
"Indeed?" he asked, with polite sur
prise in his tone.
"If you care to wait for Mrs. Beel -1
man I am sure she will be along any
moment now. I promised to have din»
ner ready.' and here are some com
fortable chairs on the front porch.''
said Nell, feeling rather frightened at
the presence of this grave faced young
Perhaps he recognized her fear, for
almost at once he lifted his head from
his lists and went a round the path to
the front |Krch, the sun shining warm
ly down on his untidy "hatch of hair.
"(Hi, dear. 1 wish they would come!
The dinner will be spoiled!" At that
instant came the distant toot of a nu
tor horn, and Nell tied hack' to the,
Uit"hen and prepared the coffee and
broiled the steak.
Between whiles she laid another.
place at the tabic for the unexpected
guest who was undoubtedly some
friend of Mrs. Reeknian's.
At the end of another fifteen minutes
Nell went out and looked up and down
the road, but there was no sign of mo
torcar or the expected party.
"I'm hungry as a bear." sighed Nell
at last. "It's after 1 o'clock, and I've
simply got to eat!"
Rai in the kitchen she found the
strange young man filling the doorway
into the ball.
"Excuse my sudden appearance." he
said diffidently, "but I've been in the
woods all morning, and I'm about
starved, pan we have something to
A very bewildered Nell followed him
around, and together they gazed at the
little white painted sign nailed over
"Happy Day Cottage," it read, sure
"You see, Miss Gaines, the village
boys run down here out of season and
amuse themselves by transferring the
signs from one cottage to another,
much to the indignation and confusion
of the owners. This 'Happy Day' sign
has been on my cottage for a week,
and I let it stay. This is really Pint
Cottage, and 1 saw that sign down
on the big red cottage at the end of
the row. Very likely your friends are
down there feasting and wondering
where you are. Shall we go down
there now and explain?"
"Oh, let me think for a moment!"
The result of her cogitations, togeth
er with the sage advice of her host,
was that she alone should drive up to
the real Happy Day Cottage and say
nothing of her odd adventure.
"You must let me clear away this
wreckage." insisted Ellis as he helped
Nell into her cloak. "I don't mind in
the least and I shall never forget my
surprise, at finding you here and the
pleasant hours we have spent Indeed,
this shall always be to me Happy Day
Cottage, for It marks a very happy
So Nell allowed him to put her Into
the runabout and gave him permission
to call upon her some day, and she
rolled slowly up to the real Happy Day
Cottage, where the astounded motorists
brought her remains of their cold din
ner and marveled at her lack of ap
And the next year, after Nell bad
married Delbridge Ellis, they spent the
summer at Silver Lake, and Ellis al
ways called the place "Honeymoon
Cottage," though the name over the
door plainly said "Pine Cottage."
eat without waiting for Mrs Reekman I
and the rest of "em?"
"Why, of course." said Nell slowly,
and with a charming smile she admit
ted: "I'm hungry as a bear myself.
That's a very small steak for nine peo
ple. isn't it?" she a sited anxiously.
"I could eat every scrap myself." he
announced as be neatly slipped the
steak to a hot platter and carried it
Into the dining room.
"I forgot to introduce myself." be
said pleasantly. "1 am Delbridge Ellis."
"And I am Eleanor Gaines." said
Nell, acknowledging bis introduction
with simple courtesy. "Will you have
a cupful of coffee now. Mr. Ellis?"
"If you please," he said, passing her
a plate containing the choicest portion
of the steak.
"This is great," he said as be attack
ed the mealy baked potatoes. "1 tell
you keeping bachelor's ball isn't all It's
cracked up to be. Why, I've eaten no
many sardines that the junkman has
to call once a week for the empty
tins. That's almost a fact."
"Then you live around here, too?"
asked Nell, with interest
"Why. yes," he answered, with a
puzzled glance at her. After that he
was silent for a long time, but they
fell to chatting on indifferent subjects,
and by the time they had discussed the
sliced peaches fand the thick, yellow
cream the time had passed so swiftly
that Mr. Ellis announced reluctantly
that It was 3 o'clock.
"Oh, dear! 1 am afraid something
has happened!" cried Nell anxiously as
they arose from the table.
'Tardon my asking the question.
Miss Gaines, but will you please tell
me who is Mrs. Beek man?"
Nell ski red. "Who is Mrs. Beek
man?" she repeated. "Why, don't you
He shook his head, smiling in the
particularly winning way that was
very attractive to Nell Gaines. "1 nev
er heard of her before, and I am won
dering why she has honored me by
holding a sort of glorified picnic here
in my bachelor quarters."
"In your bachelor quarters!" echoed
Nell blankly. "Why. Mr. Ellis, surely
you are mistaken. This is Mrs. Reek
man's place, isn't it—Happy Day Cot
tage? Why, 1 read the sign over the
"To be sure ou did!" he exclaimed
after a moment. "I see it all now. It
was a very natural mistake to make.
Miss Gaines, and I'm in a perfectly
glorious dinner, but I'm afraid you
have missed a delightful time with
your friends. Please come around to
the front porch with me."
Exterminate Them and Man's Years en
Earth Would Be Few.
Birds live to eat. It is lucky for
ivy do, for if the birds did
not breakfast man would not dine.
Some years ago a French svienti.-t
told the worid that if all the birds
should suddenly die 111:111 would
have only a year's life leIt to hint.
The Frenchman proved his point to
the r-alisl'actiuii of other scientists,
but laymen laughed and the usual
proportion of hem kept on killing.
It always has liven my belief that
the sin of bii peix.vut inn had its
beginning with m-r siti
W a a
cedar bird or a cat bird or any other
bird eat an occasional cherry Their
dinners of cut worms, caterpillars
and other things noxious make
cherry dessert their due.
How much does a bird eat Take
the robin as an example. Jt eats
at certain seasons of the year about
double its weight in insects and
worms every day. A man in order
to satisfy an equally well developed
appetite would have to eat about
300 pounds of food all told at Iiis
three daily meals. To do this lie
would need to be thirty feet tall,
ten feet thick from front to back
and about five feet across the shoul
The bird's dinner hour begins at
sunrise and ends an hour after sun
set. Any legislation looking to the
shortening of its hours of labor,
which are coincident with its hours
of eating, would bring famine. All
the song birds and all the silent
birds give their service to man and
they ask no pay for it except to be
And the farmer who is wise will
let the old shotgun rust out before
he turns it on his best friends—the
birds.—Edward B. Clark in Country
For a first class shoveler ther.e is
a particular shovel load at which
he will do his biggest day's work
with no increase of effort on his
part. To determine what this load
is a series of tests was made at
the works of the Bethlehem Steel
company. Experienced shoveler?.
who could be depended on to do
trustworthy work, were selected
and tests were made with shovel
loads varying from five pounds to
forty pounds, with the result that a
load of twenty-one pounds was
found to be the one giving the
greatest efficiency. With the twen
ty-one pound load a shoveler will
do as much as 20 per cent more
work than with loads that arc a
great deal more or a great deal less
than this and with less effort.—
His Ordinary Method.
Professor Sawyer was a deliberate
man and accurate as well. No
amount of rheumatism could change
him in either of these particulars.
His wife, who had left him groan
ing and apparently crippled in his
room, was startled to see him limp
painfully into the kitchen an hour
"Oh, professor/' she cried, hurry
ing to meet him and provide a
comfortable resting place, "how in
the world did you get out of bed
and down here?"
"By de-grees, my dear," said her
husband, his brow drawn with pain
"by de-grees."—Youth's Compan
Gladstone's Sleepless Nights.
Mr. Gladstone once confessed
that only twice in the whole course
of his career he had been afflicted
with sleeplessness. The first occa
sion was during the formation of
his first cabinet, when he lay awake
one night trying to think out how
certain ministers would agree with
one another. His second sleepless
night was due to a gale of wind.
He had almost cut through the
trunk of a large chestnut that after
noon, but had left the tree standing
in order that Lord Napier who was
coming next day might see it.
Hearing the wind, he lay speculat
ing what were the chances of the
tree remaining standing.
"You wish to be relieved from
jury duty," said a certain judge,
"but you haven't given a good rea
"It is to save money for the peo
ple," replied the unwilling tales
man. "I have dyspepsia, judge, and
never agree with anybody. If I go
on this jury there will be a dis
agreement and the county will have
to go to the expense of a new trial."
All right," said the judge short
garden. Adam probably
picking a\ay at a «lurry and in
stantly said, The bird is a thief."
Then I've very likelv saw a si-ariet
timager sunning itself and straight
way coveted its plumage. S«i it is
that the hand of man and 1 he head
of woman have been raised against
1 he bird ever since.
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