Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 17, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 January 1912 — Page 3 Advertisements Column 1 [ADVERTISEMENT]

The umuson’s Holiday “It’s m use,” said SmithsdtC in< tho' lltier ot boftka arid exciirsldn progradis wittr “Tod crowded/’ “Well, shall we say Broadfleet?" “Not likely.” Mrs Smtthsba considered'.‘a momehV’befdte replying' “I thiiak wd win decide upon WestsdL* “Parddti’tne,'NelT,” hd sail/“but WOstsea ia a place I particularly like.” “And yet,“ she returned, pcuttag, “We spent out hohdjrinoon MrA Smithson for the first time in her brief married life fancied nhe had a grfevan.ce. “I ahaii go to sV®etdek, or nowhere!" she said. It was* the firdt timri'Ahd* had’set her will against his, and Bertie paled. '> "Very well,” he replied, equally as decidedly. “I, personally, prefer Northsea, and intend going therer—alone, if necessary.” “One morning two cabs ’rolled*nd to the door, and they stood for a momrintexciianging addresses before departing. “W|H you cone dear?” he muttered softly. She shook her head negatively. ‘"Hope you’ll have a good time',” he ventured again, as he closed the cab door behind him. She returned his wishes with a ' tremulous voice, and in another moment he was standing alofle. Mdhday found him tortured with a mental convict of lovd, together with fear for her safety, against pride. Tuesday afternoon was far advanced before he arrived at Westsea, his heart full of contriteness. “Mrs. Smithson?” queried the landlady. “Why, she left suddenly this morning for Northsea. The pool thing has been miserable ever since her arrival here, and suddenly made up her mind to leave.” Cursing his luck, Bertie made the’ tedious journey back to Northsea again. “Has my wife arrived here?" he questioned eagerly. "She returned to Westsea' by the early morning train.” “But my wire?” “A telegram’ did dome, sir,” was the reply; “but she had left." 1 Smithson collapsed into the nearest chair and tried in vain to conceal his chagrin. Back to Weatsea. Arrived, he inquired for her. Only a Servant was at the house and ahf told him: “The poor lady came bacl’ here last night, but when You wer' not . here she said you must ”av gone 'ome'for her." “Wen,” said Smithson, "I im’ go/ fng home to meet my wife now, tyit if I should miss her again:— candidly, I am beginning to have doubts ot ever seeing her again—-you, wjll grip bold, of i>er, 4er doAAK' thing to prevent her escaping me again, woh't you?” ,Y. , “Course ’I Will',*’ she’ antfwe&d again. And Bertie set off &> datoh the' Tnldnight train • hoiiie. *' The trato ihade qufek ruh - M about half the diatance, ’ and then’ suddenly came to v a standstill with 4 Jerk. ; . .■ 4 “Train off the line higher ui> r ’'. the conductor yelled. “Passengpr% wdll hard to walk to the ’next station past thetori;" ‘ , A counrty station wad reached'' At last,-andtoge«h4r’“with the “other passengers, he stappatt lnto tho Walt-’ ing doom, a lady weeping At the far side, away from the crowd, attracted his’ attention. Something about her apparel seeme3 familiar, and he Silently approached her. As he did so shri raisdd her 'head ‘and gave a despairing glAßce arohrid. “Nell!” he cried. “At hurt?” “Bertfe!” she ‘responded',' with a choking sob, and ifi another monfefit 'he was holding her in a fond 'embrace. - J . And it all ended tn their spending the Remainder of their vacation right there. .. Paper Hints. To straighten dut paper that” ha" been rolled; Open’ it with' the Ihnei curve away from ybu, and rim it ovei the sharp—not'thecurved or beveled —edge of a table. It is flat itam&Hateiy. The sharp edge is good, too, for tearing paper; better than a paper cutter, in fact. Draw the paper to be ent straight and quickly across the edge, there will be a clean tew, produced Equally well in tissue or wrapping paper. It la not generally known that bread-crumbs are the finest of cleansers for white paper. Rub an old crust of stale bread over the paper, and sort of stain, fingermarks, dust, water stains, will disappear like magic. It is safer to use on fine books and pictures than the softest of rubbers. Blow, do not rub, the crumbs off afterward

On Saying Grace. I own that I am disposed to say grace upon twenty other' occasions in the course of the day besides my dinner. [ want a form for setting out upon a pleasant walk, for a moonlight ramble, for a friendly meeting, or a solved problem. Why have we node tor books, those spiritual repasts—* grace before Milton—a grace before Shakespeare—a devotional exercise proper to be said before reading the Faerie Queenet—CharTes t«mb;