Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 241, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 October 1917 — Page 3

Genevieve and Georgiana

By Osborn Jones

(Copyright, 1917, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) • “Why don’t you say It right out then, Tom —that you love her better than you do me?” Nell had saved this thrust for the climax of their little "breakfast table spat that morning. There were ,no tears in her eyes nor tremors In her voice, but her pulse was running high and her cheeks were aflame. “Nell, it isn’t fair to say things like that. Of course I don't love her better. I love her in an entirely different way. And the whole point is that I invited her here for Thanksgiving ’way last Fourth of July, and if I didn’t have het she would be disappointed. It Isn’t that it would make, any special difference to me personally.’’ “But if you didn’t tell me you had Invited her, how was I to know? If you had told me you had invited your mother —” “I don’t see why you always call her my mother. Why don’t you call her ‘mother,’ the way Dot does Ted’s mother? You act as if she was no relation to you, and, to her face, you called her ‘Mrs. Bradford’ the last time she was here.” “But she isn’t my mother and I just can’t say ‘mother’ to her.” “She is your mother,” snapped Tom. “Oh, I don’t see how you can say so at all. Mamma is my mother and it would be just dreadful to call your mother, ‘mother.’ ” “But you needn’t call her ‘Mrs. Bradford.’ ’’ “Well, what shay I call her, then? You don’t call my mother anything. You just say ‘you’ when you talk to her.” Then, after a sob, “Tom, I think it is just shameful for us to be scrapping this way about our mothers.” "But how are we going to settle it if we don’t talk it over? You want your mother to come for Thanksgiving and I want mlne.” “And, of course, we couldn’t have them together,” put in Nell, and, as Tom muttered an “of Course not,” she added with mock cheerfulness and a smile that was only lip deep: "At least we agree on one thing. It would be too much to ask them to come together. They haven’t an interest in common and they would be perfectly miserable. Tom, if you have any good reason why your mother should come Instead of mine I’d really like to hear it.” “In the first place, she’s a lot older,” began Tom. - “Oh, Tom, how can you say that. Perhaps she is ip years, but my poor mamma isn’t as strong as yours is.” Tom snorted. “Frail, and weighs more than I do!”

“Tom, how can you be so horrid?” “Well, suppose the only thing to do Is to draw lots about It,” said Tom. “You know, before I was married, I thought maybe It was going to be so I could make a home for mother here with us, and now I don’t even feel free to Invite her here for Thanksgiving." “I am sure I don’t see why you should have your mother here any more than I should have mamma.” “And, of course, we couldn’t have them both!” “Oh, of course not. They would never Jilt It off.” And wisely, as they thought, the Bradfords stopped here on the one point on which they agreed and with something of an armistice, Tom Bradford went to his office. No, there was nothing at alj, In the common acceptance of the word, congenial about Mrs. Bradford, Sr., and Mrs. Cole. Mrs. Bradford, at sixty since her children had grown up and made families for themselves, had grown so used to playing the role of “old lady” that, in spite of her active .body and nimble mind, she felt that her proper sphere In life oiight to be In the Inglenook of some son’s or daughter’s flreplace, her task that of mending other people’s children’s stockings or putting patches on their outworn clothes and her proper headgear a sheer white muslin cap, topped with ribbons of faded lavender color. Yet, at heart, Mrs. Bradford was still the active, energetic woman she had been when, during the lifetime of Major Bradford, she had led social activities In j thriving army posts and, through her tact more than ordinary discretion, had held her place as social arbiter and leader. Mrs. Cole was of the housewifely type. She was more Interested in' ketchup and mustard pickles than dinner parties and after-dinner small talk. At sixty-odd she was better able than ever to do just what she had to do all her mature years—to keep a family of youngsters In health and happiness on the maximum Income. Her husband had been a small professor in. a smalltown, and»experience had made her expert in the art of thrifty housewifery. And just when she felt herself most able, she found herself dispossessed of her life job and life Interest. She, too, felt the fitness of the lavenderbowed white tnuslln cap of old-woman-hood. So, you see, the mothers of the Tom Bradfords, were distinctly different, and one would think that the only ties that could possibly have drawn them together were the facts that their chil-

dren had married each other and that they happened to live in the same) large city *■ , I A week after Tom and Nell had had their breakfast-table scrap—several had followed since then, and Nell was losing sleep and Tom was losing weight—the mothers chanced to meet at the counter of a department store in the shopping section of their towp, some hundred miles from the place where Tom and Nell made their home. At first they bowed and smiled as women whose childrep have married usually do —and with more effort at saccharine politeness than actual cordiality. Mrs. Bradford was buying lavender ribbon and when she saw Mrs. Cole, she, too, was buying lavender ribbon. It had come to both the women that ribbon of that shade would better suit their roles in life than the pink and yellow and green ribbons that they naturally would have chosen as ornamentation to their white frocks and negligees. Perhaps it was this that made Mrs. Bradford assume an attitude toward Mrs. Cole that was so totally different from the attitude usually adopted by women whose children have married each other. At any rate Mrs. Bradford did approach Mrs. Cole with an air of camaraderie and two hours later Mrs. Cole and Mrs. Bradford, both looking particularly debonalre, were sipping tea together—not in the inglenook of either one’s fireside but in a very fashionable and not at all sedate hotel where the orchestra alternately murmured the latest waltz or whanged out the most extreme of They talked long and understandlngly, and when they came to leave at the portal of the hotel, Mrs. Cole held out her capable, plump hand of the housewife to Mrs. Bradford’s, that was slender and blemishless. “Well, good-by, Genevieve,” she said, albeit with a little tug at that last, unaccustomed word. “So long, Georgiana,” replied Mrs. Bradford, with a firm pressure of the hand. “The kiddles will know all in the morning.” The next morning the kiddles —Tom and Nell Bradford —received letters from their mothers and each one waited for privacy to read the letter. This was the one from Mrs. Cole that Nell took from the folds of her bodice and read as soon as Tom had gone officeward. “Dear Nell: “What dears you and Torn were to invite me for Thanksgiving, and, if 1 hadn’t made other plans, I should most surely have come. But I have some precious, Important business on foot and I must attend to it. Mrs. Bradford and I have seen a good deal of each other lately, and we have a little enterprise on foot that will take up most of our time, so we have decided to run down to one of the resorts for Thanksgiving day and make the last arrangements. I’ve always wanted to get out and do something for myself, and now that you children are all settled in life I’m having the chance. Mrs. Bradford is writing to tell you the details of the enterprise and we shall soon have our prospectuses ready to senp you a more detailed account of our undertaking. I am feeling splendidly. Don’t worry about me, and take good care of yourself. I must close now, as I have tr date-with the tailor and another with the hairdresser. I’m having my hair done in the French roll, which I think makes me look a lot spryer ihan parted.”

The letter that Tom opened In the sanctum of his office was longer, for Mrs. Bradford was of a more literary bent than Mrs. Cole. It told of the venture In full. She and Mrs. Cole, who had been seeing a good deal of each other of late, had gone into partnership. They had decided to open a girls’ boarding school. “Georgiana is such a splendid housewife and I know so many people whose children we could get that all we need Is the teachers and, as one can always get Inexperienced young persons at reasonable rates to do the teaching, there will be no trouble on that score. “And, by the way,” remarked this mother, “you were very foolish to apologize for not asking me to come for Thanksgiving. As it happens, Georgiana and I are going off to the seashore, so I couldn’t have come anyway. “Thank Nell for her kind little letter, too. And, Tom, do, for mercy sakes, tell her not to call me ‘Mother.* I know it must be hard, for I am really not her mother, and I won’t be anyone’s mother-lp-law. Tell her to call me Genevieve.” •

May Account for Colors.

What was the color of the original man? There is an old legend that Adam was red, based on the assumption that it was red earth (triturated “old red sandstone,” perhaps) from which the Almighty molded him; but Tabari, the Arabian theological historian, asserts that, when God wished to make Adam he instructed Gabriel to bring him a handful of every sort of clay—black, white, red, yellow, blue and every other kind. This, perhaps, was intended to explain how Adam’s descendants became so many-colored. DeQuatrefages, who championed the monogenist idea, found reasons for thinking that the first human species had a yellowish complexion and red hair.

Read Up, Bill.

“How did Bill happen to be arrested?” \ “Left his car in the street all night without complying with the Biblical injunction.” “Didn't know the Bible made any ruling on the subject” “Oh, yes. It says: ‘Let your lightshine.’ ”

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Original Styles in Tailored Suits

“Brilliant” is the word that best tits the new styles in tailored suits, however sedate the colors may be, in which these suits are developed. Besides the glove shades—beige, brown, tan, castor, taupe—there are rich tones of wine, Russian green, beet root, and amethyst, all at their best in the soft surfaces of fashionable weaves in wool. It seems that costumers cannot think of them without at the same time thinking of furs; for fur is everywhere on tailored suits and put on in the most original ways. Everything conspires to make this seasym’s formal suit an unqualified success, because the character of the new fabrics, their colors and fashionable trimmings are so well suited to one another. Designers appear to revel in them and have given us creations this

Are you going to give a Hallowe’en party? There Is a lot of fun for everybody in celebrating this feast of nonsense; It Is an indulgence that takes little time and money. The troop of spooks, witches, black cats, pumpkins and lanterns that make Hallowe’en a madly joyous festival for the youngsters has arrived on schedule time and all ready to set off the hour and table. Some of this year’s table decorations are shown in the picture above. They are made of '•repe paper, plain cardboard and tissue paper, with a little help from pen and Ink or water color paints. Fine wire and paste and a very narrow ribbon is needed for some of them and needle and thread for others. The witch shown is supported by wire with a ropnd piece of flat, white cardboard at one end for the face. About this wire others are twisted to form the arms and legs. The face Is drawn with pen and Ink and the hair made of white tissue paper cut Into a fine fringe. At this stage of her career the uncanny lady may be fastened to a flat desk of cardboard by bending the wires which are to support her at the ends and sewing them to the board. She is clothed th a dress and cape of black crepe paper and has a hat made of plain black paper. The broom Is made of wire, wound with narrow strips of yellow paper and a fringe of black paper. Ghosts are made In about the same way of white crepe paper. A small yellow cardboard box to hold candy or nuts Is suspended from a sunflower of yellow tissue paper (with a cat’s face pasted over the center) by narrow yellow ribbons. A disk of white cardboard forms the foundation of this piece, with the ends of Ihe ribbon, the flower petals and cat’s face pasted to it. All the small paper dishes for salted almonds or confections are made of yellow crepe paper parted over readymade foundations. A dish of this kind may be transformed Into a basket by adding a handle of wire wound with paper. A little covered candy box Is shown with a small helmeted figure seated on the lid, holding a spear In his hand. He Is merely a “lolly |x»p”— a stick with a dish of candy on one

Along Comes Hallowe’en

fall that more than justify the loyalty of American women to the tailored suit. Just one of many beautiful new models is pictured here, but it will convince the fortunate woman of today that the best art of the costumes is at her service. It is of Russian green broadcloth trimmed with French seal convertible collar and buttons and would be equally rich in amethyst, bCet-root, taupe or wine. It is an achievement to be proud of and a possession to rejoice in, now that it is fashionable to be busy and nearly all our days are spent in street clothes. The skirt is quite plain and that term might also be used to describe the.coat in which the tailor has relied upon originality of design and beautiful adjustment to the figure for the distinction be has given the finished garment.

end—furnished with arms and legs of wire and dressed in yellow crepe paper. The candy is covered with wax paper whereon his good natured face is made with pen and ink. For the Hallowe'en party there are paper table cloths and napkins that dress the table appropriately. .The host of all center pieces Is the old-fashioned Jack-o-lantern made of a real pumpkin hollowed out and having eyes, nose and mouth cut through the rind.

Hatpins of Fur.

Hatpins have not been much in evidence for several years, but furriers are showing a hatpin that will serve as the only necessary ornament to the winter hat, says the Dry Goods Economist. This pin has a small head in the center surrounded with a circle of fur three or four Inches In diameter. This may be had in various furs or combinations, to match the trimming of the suit. Also In fur are the huge Pierrot buttons which will be used later In the winter to ornament the coats and suits. These buttons are two or three inches Ln diameter and may be had in different furs. Fur drops are also being shown for winter wear on coats and suits.

Wide Striped Stockings.

Perhaps the newest thing in stockings is the very wide stripe—from 1 Inch to 1% Inches. These stripes run vertically and are made In many colors combined with white. Another new stocking shows a stripe formed by what we should ordinarily term a “run” —that is to say, the stripe looks simply as if the up and down threads of the stocking had been pulled up and left only the threads crosswise.

Goat Fur Is Liked.

A new fur is Mongolia, a long-haired and curly goat fur -used by a few Paris designers on fall costumes. Unplucked beaver, with halt 2 Inches long, lying flat on the fur. Is also use<». and has the effect of a dark and unusual fur trimming. f ‘

INTERESTING ITEMS FROM THE CITIES

New York Case Owner Has Moving Tale of Woe - W : NEW YORK.—Michael Ginty made it clear to the police of the West Thirtyseventh street station that he never again will hear without questioning the voice of manor bird. At two o’clock he figured himself oat SSO and in

one parrot, but when he left the station house his conduct indicated that the parrot may not bv long for this world. Mr. Ginty, who owns: g saloon at 331 West One HundrrcTand Thirtyseventh- street,-explained that early one morning, before he shut off all faucets and counted the proceeds, a wretch entered his place of business with a parrot. The parrot was good appearing, ns the policecould see, and,

when he appeared at Mr. Ginty’s damp ; ring he seemed to have a marvelous vocabulary. Mr. Ginty told the stranger that never in his life had he listened to as well educated a bird. To which tribute the bird rapidly replied at that time': “Well educated! My dear fellow, you have no idea what I know. I know it all. If anyone should happen to ask you, and I’m always willing to chirp at a moment’s notice.” Mr. Ginty told the police that the owner of this marvelous conversationalist made no effort to sell the bird, but that he, Mr. Ginty, had asked if be might buy it. The man appeared reluctant to part with the parrot, but when Mr. Ginty had raised the price until it was SSO the man consented to sell. He bade the bird good-by and assured both Mr. Ginty and the parrot that the parting gave him great pain. He had reached the door when the parrot, looking after him called: '‘Remember, boss, if you are such a cur that you’d sell me like this I’ll never speak another word till you come back and get me again.” “Don’t mind that,” called the owner to Mr. Ginty, “he’ll get over his grouch.” After which the owner vanished. For five hours Mr. Ginty tried to get a single Intelligent word out of the parrot. Then a customer dropped in and made a suggestion which sent Mr. Ginty scurrying to the police station, parrot in hand. It appearu that the man who sold the parrot is a ventriloquist and has broken case owner’s hearts in all five boroughs. The birds, far from being well educated, are more of the other. They’re speechless.

“Clients” of Fortune Teller Somewhat Peevish ALLENTOWN, pa. —After a hearing before .Aiderman Gotthardt here, Isaac Hertzog of Nazareth was held for trial at court on a charge of fortune telling. The accusation was brought by Mrs. Mary Brong, who testified that in two years she had vainly

along with the spoons and the sewing machine,, but no snake ever appeared. He had given her a large collection of roots, and a number of "benedictions," which he signed with the names of the saints. - • Another witness against Hertzog was pretty Miss Mamie Schoch, In a short blue skirt and with a vanitjt box, which she used frequently. She testified she had paid Hertzog 50 cents for the receipt of an incantation "to get back her beau,” who had transferred his affections to another girl. Hertzog told her to squeeze a bag of salt and repeat the three hardest words in the dictionary. She followed instructions; but her lover remained recreant. . Hertzog’s defense was that his customers took up his time when they consulted him and he was entitled to pay. He seems to have had customers by the score for years, some of whom seemed to like being bamboozled.

Mere Man Tires of Too Much Feminine Curiosity ST LOUIS. —Fifty to one—and then some —is too many. A. Hubell shys so—■» and he knows. An island In an ocean of girls Is mild In comparison. A, Hubell is a cook in a kitchen full of cookresses. He’s the one lone man down

at food —conservation headquarters. That Is, he was. He canned peaches and he canned pears, he canned to- . matoes ..and he canned potatoes —and now he’s canned himself. Every morning Hubell has given a 1 demonstration on canning. Besides the some odd fifty nifty maids in the kitchen, there are some odd but not so nifty women who come to learn to can. They stand just outside the kitchen — looking In. The other day Hubell, in his most

becoming bib and apron, was showing how pears are canned. The crowd gathered thick about him. "Hasn’t he big arms?” a woman whispered. “Ton cook the juice to a thick sirup.” Hubell said, seeming not to hear. "How thick?” came an inquiring chorus. “And then you add more sugar,” Hubell continued, getting ready to measure the amount to be added. • "How much sugar?” screamed the chorus, and someone remarked on tb« misfit of Hubell’s apron. “Now you sterilize the jars/’ Hubell went on. . ■ , "Do you do the same for apples?” asked a woman nudging to the front. “My blackberry jam won’t jell,” said another. I "Do you think soda Is good In tomatoes?” queried one close by. “How do you make sauerkraut?” someone demanded. Hubell set down the pears. He wiped his brow. He turned to a conservation committee member. . . “You can count me out.” he said; "I can can apples, blackberries. tomatoes and sauerkraut. But I can’t can ’em with pears. ’ Women Pilfer Zoo Buffalos’ Fur for Cushions SAN FRANCISCO.—The hides of the buffalos In Golden Gate park these day* look- like the next to the last picture In the “going, going, gone” advertisements of a certain hair restorer. Attendants have been wondering why women

picket fence through which the women reached. Now everybody Is happy. The park attendants are glad, because the buffaloes. If their fur Is pilfered by women, won’t try to rub it off on the trees, which generally suffer in the process. , The buffaloes are happy because fur pulls off a lot more easily than it rabs off, and the former system sort of tickles. And the women are joyous, because they are getting a lot of buffalo fur, which is Ideal for sofa cushions.

paid Hertzog SB3 to recover some silver spoons and a sewing machine that had been stolen. It turns out that Hertzog visited Allentown every week for “consultations” with bls customers. Mrs. Brong said she could “feel” when he arrived in town, and then she was impelled to visit him and give him money. On one occasion, she said, Tfertzog declared the thief would assume the form of a snake and come wriggling

who passed up.the herd'in the days of its hirsute glory have been flocking about the corral as the buffaloes become homelier than ever. “They even pet the big brutes,” said one puzzled attendant. He walked over to the pen, determined to get the secret of the feminine change of heart He learned the women were not fondling the buffalos. ’but trying to help nature along by pulling out their fur. The T>ig beasts seemed to appreciate it as they stood quietly by the heavy