Plymouth Tribune, Volume 7, Number 51, Plymouth, Marshall County, 24 September 1908 — Page 3

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nPhe X 7hited Qepulchre JL The VV Tale of O Pelee

By Will Levington Comfort

PriTn'-rSf. 10 S Will Copyright. 1907. by J. B. Lippincott

CHAPTER XI. When Constable opened his eyes he was far down the sL-ie, and Breen was bending over him. "Hello I" said he. "What unhorsed me?' I had Just settled down comfortably to view that spout when pluff ! - I began to lose track o things and my head broke. What was it gas, altitude ?" "More likely old Pelee was up to something he preferred you shouldn't tee," said Breen. "I know the racket turned me sick as a poisoned rat while I a? dragging at your leg. I know that the natives wouldn't venture within two hundred yards; also, that you are a mortal heavy young person." "And so you retrieved the fallen under the guns of the enemy? That was good of you, Breen. It was, indeed." The natives were pressing in. Darkness was beginning. Breen jsvas conscious of a catch in his throat. "Peter, said Breen quietly,. I ran from you this morning." "You didn't run from me this afternoon, the which is lucky for .ue. Take a littl touch yourself, old playmate, and don't get moody. One needs a pal when on makes such a mussy dumping-ground of good chances. The engaging Mr. Stembridge never did me any harm, and all that the newspapers could accomplish in the minds of peopla at large would move rae to no deeper emotion than to say, Dear folks be hanged!'" "Peter, if I hadn't been here, you would be a good daylight run out on the decent ocean by this time, with the lady !" "Please don't goad yourself further, Breea. That matter is mine all mine." Constable spoke "in a low voice. Breen was bending over him in the dusk. "You didn't force yourseL' upon me. . You didn't sven come along bj chance. I asked you to cruise with me You volunteered to tell me about yourself. I said it wasn't nece.sary. This man has a mind, and he isn't a coward,' was the conclusion I came to that night, and I haven't seen fit to change my opinion." "Bat the lady " "Yes, the lady his spoken. I am done down and out. The point is, you didn't turn on Pelee's throttle. You're not to blame because I'm a dub of a lover. I'm not on suck report." "You're game, Teter," said Breen as he helped the other into the saddle. "Not game enough to abduct one frightened little mother-handled girl," Constable replied. They were riding together down the winding trail, apart from the guides. The lights of Ajoupa Boullion were ahead, and the mountain carried on a frightful drumming behind. The coiling masses of Tolcanic spume, miles above the craters. generated its own fire, and, lit in the flashes, looked like billows of boiling steel. Constable was very weak, and Breen rode upon sheer nerve nerve that men had often wondered at. "Peter, he said at length, "you are not through trying to get the lady out of thi? . "To think that such a tone and such a question could come 'jrom th! 'implacable Stembridge' !" Cca;Uble said, with a laugh. "The 'implacable Stembr'dge was never crucified before," Breen answered. "To jou and me, together, it ioes not vastly matter that I am Stembr'dge, one of the bigger wolves. But others have come in. Because I am here, you stand dazed tonight, your heart torn out. Because I am here, you went up to the mouth of that horrible pit to-day, and lay down to die. I huve played with men and women, Feter, but I never wrecked a white man before, or broke the bart of a friend." 1 A hand stretched across the dark and fell upon Breen's arm and tightened there. "I know how you -feel; but what .would you have me do?" Constable muttered. "When I see a wisp of smoke on the horizon, and know that you and the lady and the Madame are wrapped in it " "For four da; s I have been dreaming that dream, Bnn." "It must come true this night. . There will have been a reaction. Go there tonight. Speak to her alone. Tell her how you came to know me how men look at these things that the newspaper story was as new to you as to herself. Tell her of your tri; to Pelee, and now the disorder they sea aud hear down in the city looks np there at first hand !' It was at this Instant that a full-rigged thought sprang into Breen's brain, which had known but the passing of hopeless derelicts throughout the day. He dared not trust the thought to words, lest the other should cancel it, but he called to the guides to increase the pace. "Ah, she woulJ not listen to words of mine," Constable answered hopelessly. "If he had any faith in me, words would not pe necei-sary. A man knows when he is beaten. I have drawn my little quietus for one day. To-morrow "There may not be any to-morrow for Saint Pierre. "Of course. For that matter, we might be boiled out like a pair of tater-bugs before we can pick-up a snack in Ajoupa Boullion. Then, again, the people may be right, and I a frenzied alarmist. Pelee is throwing off pressure true and steady as a clock running down. It may be that he'll relieve his crowded chambers this way." t Such words, more than anything that had passed, revealed the extent of Constable's reaction. They were entering Ajou;a Boullion, where food and fresh mount3 were procurable. "It's probably better for her that she did not give herself to me," Constable observed, when they were in the saddle again. His mind ws deepening the bitter groove now. "WeM put all this behind n presently, Breen. We're mates, I guess." : "This is our last ride together, Peter. There are many reasons. One is the law is on my trail ! Will you please inform me what you are laughing atr -4 Constable carefully related the Crusoe episode. m. Breen groaned. "Don't 3011 see, Peter, you are winding yourself up tighter and tighter in my crimes?" ' "Somehow, I can't gt wrought up over trifles to-night. The detective matter dispo.ed of, what are the other reasons why you and I must d.: verge after this night?" Breen was silent a moment. "I was pretty hard-hit this morning," he said finally. "The rough weather broke 'downmy idea about not going to the shop again. It seems incredible, but Soronia has never had a lover before. I found her if you'll forgive me in need of me. You sso, I had just come from the reeking stone of sacrifice where you lay; and X relit a pair of Creole eyes promised t& 50 to sea no mor." 'duppose I had m?'ed Crusoe?" Constable asked bitterly. "Suppose I had been a poor liar?" f "There are many Crusoes, Feter. They won't all fail. You can't keep this one It always. It amounts to Just this for me that I have found my little isle In the midst of the trea, like that other promoter who all but conquered Europe."But why could you not both go aboard Ylth me?" the other persisted. "I have told you that ifter this ride I cease to vampirize th career of Constable. If Crusoe finds the Rue de Rlvoli, jerj well. If not, for the present, Tery

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T..;ntrt.M Compact. All rights reserved well again. None of his ilk shall find you and me together. Two or three times, back across the forbidden tundras of years, I have met men who stack up something as you do in my thoughts tonight. I never hurt any of those fellows as I have hurt you. I'm tor; fond of you to hit you any harder. Le:'s talk about something else." Constable had received a singular appeal. He knew that if there were any future for him, he would think of Breen's last words co-ordinate in memory with the quaking rim of the crater. It'did not occurto him to answer at once. They were passir.g through Morne Rouge, so overcrowded now that people were sleeping in the streets. On the dark downtrail again, words did not come to him, ami when Ihe party re-entered the bank of falling ash and the sulphur stench, it was not good to open one's mouth in speaeh. The guides were paid at the edge of the city. Saint Pierre was dark and harrowingly Still. The hoof-beats of the two mules which the Americans retained were muffled in the ash, as if they were pounding along the sandy "beach. Often the rousing fetor of death reached the nostrils of the riders, above the drying, cutting vapor of the volcano, and their beasts shied and snorted at the untoward humps on the highway. It was as if war and pestilence had Btalked through Saint Pierre that !ay, and a winter storm had tried to cover the dreadful aftermath. A door opened at last before them, and there was a cry from Soronia. Pere Habeaut hurried out and led the mules to shelter. Constable sank into his old seat at the round table under the window. lie watched Breen and the woman. His friend was huge and lean in the lamp light; his white clothing stained from the saddle, his hair and mustache white from ash, his black eyes burning ia a face haggard unto ghastliness. The woman was in his arms as they stood together. What they( said. Constable did not allow his mind to reason with, but the glory of her lover' presence which shone In the eyes of Soronia called down upon the waterier his own black vistas of desolation She had for ad, for an hour, the true and the beautiful the soul anchorage which he was never to know ! He would keep all craft of the Crusoe stamp from blundering into her sweet haven this much he could do, was his thought. Food was placed before him, and he ate a little, for the pake of Breen. His eyes pained from the lamplight, and he dropped his face forward into his arms on the table. Close to the wood, the vibrations of the mountain boomed louder in his ears. '"But you must not go away again ! Soronia implored. "Yes, for an hour two hours at the moi little fairy," Breen whispered. They were in the living rooms across the court, where the bird cages were tiered and covered with cloths. She clung to him pitifully. "With you away oh, my lover, no, no ! I cannot live again for hours and hours!" "Hush! be Is in great trouble. He must not awake until after I am gone. Then he must not know where I have gone. I am going to the plantation house on the Morfie d'Orange. It Is for him. Two hours at the most, and the last the last I shall ever leave you, little fairy." Breen recrossed the court and entered the fruit shop on tiptoe. Constable did not move; his breathing was inaudible. At the street door Soronia joined him like a shadow. He kjssed her and put her arn.s from him. It was eleven-fifteen by tl- old French clock. Soroiia, alone, stared for an instant at the figure sprawled across the table the mar. who had caused her lover twice to be tern from her arms that day. Then she moved to a chair, in the shadows at the fa end of the shop, and sat down rigidly to wait. CHAPTER XII. In the dim upper hallway, Lara read in the face of her mother, hard and white as irory, that the clash of wills bad come. A slender arm barred the door through which the daughter had to pass. "Lara, what do you mean to do? "I mean to hear what this man has to ay." "At midnight listen to an outlaw?" "Yes; let me rass!" The elder woman did not move her arm. Slowly, sqftly, she said: "I say that you shall not ! Order Uncle Joey to send the thief away, or you and I are estranged." Lara faltered before the revolting possibilities of the moment. "Mother," shs implored, "don't poison the years! I am a grown woman I see my way cleurly !" She leaned against the arm that crossed the doorway. It did not give. The face close to hers in the feeble light burned away her self-control. The rigidity of the bar suffocated as if it had pressed against her throat. Every fiber of her young body sprang tense to burst the insufferable lond. Not a tissue relaxed, although the bar was forced. Her mother's fingers scraped like wood acros the casing. The sickening sound made an imperishable record in the girl's brain. Horrified at the thing she had done, Lara would have fallen at her mother's feet, praying forgiveness, had there reached her now a murmur of pain or relenting. But the fate was not changed. The sovereign will would not have broken had she hewn her way into the room with a sword. Low-spoken, freezing utterances found the brain of the girl, promptings of the dread, imperfect faculty: "Go, grown woman, who sees her way clearly ! Go with the thief to your lover who dares not come to you ! Go out to the hunted ship, then with the thief and his dull tool !" Lara seized her hat and shawl and darted past the pitiless voice, shutting her ears with her hands. Down the stairway she sped, her one thought to flee. There was truce below; the awfulness of defeat behind. The men had heard nothing. Breen stood by the door, his face whitened with dust. The planter waited near the foot of the stairs another obstacle. "Go to mother quickly she needs you !" "Where are you going, Lara?" the old man gasped. "To the ship with the other refugees !" "ot with this man, child " "He is Mr. Constable's friend." "But I'll go with you, dear! I'll have a carriagj brought " "In the name of pity. Uncle Joey üon't leave mother alone longer up there!" she said desperately. "I am goiig out to the ship. Your nephew has asked me to be his wife. This man will take me to him. Go to mother!" The planter turned a last look at Breen and obeyed, his face n field of conflict. Lara threw the shawl about her shoulders and hurried to the door, which Breen opened ia utmost amazement. She turned to him In the dark, with the burning question : "Is Peter Constable dead?" "No " "Is he hurt lying on the ship?" "No, be is reasonably well, and In Saint Pierre." Keactinz weakness rushed over fcer

now, the doubts of an untried soul, and the loneliness of an outcast. The scene in the upper hallway was up-eared In her brain. She had been borne throughout the day, unerringly by the processes of mind toward the expression of her own will; but the fruition was so sudden and horrible as forever to be beyond the shadow and circumstance of extenuation. If Constable were well ai.J In Saint rierre, why did he not come to her, instead of sending this man? Even though Breen were all a man could be, had Constable the right to send him to her, after the allegations of the press? Could there be any truth in the suggestions of her mother? Might there not exist In the Constable character a war of the base and noble? These big tangible terrors possessed her. She could net go back the bridges were burned. The man at her side did not speak, save to answer her questions. 'Ahead were possibilities and fancies, beside which the rumbling menaces of the mountain were clean fears. She halted. Her body swayed a little, and the man put out his hand to steady her. A cry escaped her lips. "I cannot go on !" sh exclaimed brokenly. "I have done a terrible wrong In coming. Everything is different. Leave me. I I shall go bae'e toward Fort de France !" (To be continued.)

Not long ago there died on the Shoshone Indian Reservation in Wyoming Chief Washakie of the Shoshone tribe. This old chief, says a writer In the Sunday Associated Magazines, never wronged the whites or any of hia own people. Yet all the Indians feared him. Single-handed, Washakie could pilot any number 'of whites through any hostile country. He it was who piloted General Fremont across the country when he went to make n way for the advance of civilization beyond the Itovkles. Washakie was a wonderful man In many ways. He never broke his word. Once when one of his sons led a band of restless young warriors away from the reservation to pillage among tue whites, Washakie sent n runner to say that if the warriors were not back on the reservation by sunrise the next morning, they should never return. They did not heed the warning, and the old chief personally led some of his best fighters against his son. True to the word of Washakie, noue of the band ever returned. All were slain. Always stern, and vowing all his life that he would never break his word, Washakie kept his promise In this case as he did In every other. For his long, valuable services to the whites In the troublous days of the early frontier. President Grant once sent a beautiful black pony, a fine saddie and a silver mounted bridle by special messenger to the chief. When the messenger arrived nt th agency building, the sun had Just set Washakie was standing at a window, looking on the gold and purple -which flooded the snow-caps of the mountains with color. Post-Trader Moore soon found tho Indian, and told him to look at the pony, -with its fine saddle and bridle. The pony stood Just beneath, where It could be seen to good advantage. "Well, Washakie," said Moore, "what have you to say to the White Father for sending you such a beautiful present ?" Washakie did not speak. The post-trader repeated the question; but Instead of replying, the old chief began to drum with the finger of both hands on the window panes. Thus he stood for some moments. Moore finally walked vo where he could see the Indian's face, and was surprised to see that Washakie was weeping. Great tears were rolling over hia scarred cheeks, and occasionally the great, fearless warrior sobbed, something that no torture could have made I.im do. In due course, Washakie turned about and said slowly, "Tell the White Father for rae that when the Frenchman gives thanks he has plenty tongue, but no heart; when Washakie gives thanks, he has plenty heart, but no tongue." A message, It may be added, that none could understand better than the silent great man to whom it was sent. Good old Chief Washakie fought In one hundred and fifty-seven battles In aid of the whites. Jewelry In au Old Tin Can. A small boy went to the Walnut street police station last night- In i-ia right hand he carried an old rusty tomato can, says the Kansas City Star. Lieut Joseph Heydon was busy and did not notice the boy, whose head scarcely reached the top of the desk. "Say, mister," he said, "I guess I ; Jt something I think you want." Heydon looked at the boy and th can and smiled. He likes children. "I guess If you don't want It I don't either,"" he replied. "But let's see It." The boy walked aroand behind the desk. Heydon took the can and turned It bottom upward. Four gold watches, a locket, a cross, a necklace and one silver cuff link rolled out on the desk. "Son, I beg your pardon. I do want this," the lieutenant said. "Where did you get It?" "Was digging for fishing worms down at 19th and McGee streets," the boy replied. "Had a dandy place picked out to dig. Right 'longslde of some old ties near the northwest corner of 10th and McGee streets. Just got started to dig when I struck tue old can. I looked Into it and found that stuff. It was about half past 7 when I found it. I took It home ar.d waited till my stepfather came home. He told me to bring it up here." Odd Use for a Balloon. It is said that an enterprising Parisian company has discovered a method of pleaching lluon by balloon. A few hundred feet above the earth the atmosphere is nearly as pure over the city as in the open country, and It Is In this higher region that the linen is dried by the aid of a captive balloon. Tho linen is attached to bamboo frames and sent up. There are about six ascents in a day. An extra charge of from five to fifty centimes, or from ono to ten cents, Is charged for each article. Just Cranky. Smith Isn't be rather eccentric? Jones Oh, no. He's a poor man. Choice Fruit. Tom She's the apple of my eye. Jack She must be a peach. Two hundred penny ln-the-slot machines which supply newspapers are now la use la Berlin,

Nobody Knows but 3Iother. How many buttons are missing to-day? Nobody knows but mother. How many playthings are strewn in her way? Nobody knows but mother. How man j' thimbles and spools has she missed? How many burns on each fat little fist, How many bumps to be cuddled and kissed? Nobody knows but mother. How many hats has she hunted to-day? Nobody knows but mother. Carelessly hiding themselves in the hay? Nobody knows but mother. How many handkerchiefs willfully strayed, How mar j- riblwns for each little maM? How, for her care, can a mother be paid? Nobody knows but mother. How many muddy shoes all in a row? Nobody knows but mother. How many stockings to darn, do you know? Nobody knows but mother. How many torn little aprous to mend? How many hours of toil must she spend? What is the time when her day's work will end? Nobody knows but mother. How many lunches for Tommy and Sara? Nobody knows but mother. Cookies and apples and blackberry jam? Nobody knows but mother. Nourishing dainties for every "sweet tootfl," Toddling Dottie or dignified Ituth. How much love sweetens the labor, forsooth? Nobody knows but mother. How many cares does & mother heart know? Nobody knows but mother. How many joys from her mother love Cow? Nobody knows but mother. How many prayers by each little white bed, How many tears for her babes has she shed. NEW HAIR How many kisses for each curly head? Nobody knows but mother. AVhnt lie Look At. Some men can take In all a girl wears; the average man sees if she be the kind he likes or the other kind. If he can not go luto details he can, however, see whether Her shoes are run down at the heels or any of the buttons are gone. Her gloves have holes in the tips and would be better for soap suds or gasoline. She looks "band-boxy" or as if she had never heard of pressing. She is siMjtty or slouchy or neat and trim: Men may le impressionists as to colors' and materials; they are etchers when It comes to noticing little things that besiA'ak slovenliness. Do not forget, girls, that It Is by such little things that you are Judgvd, rather than by what you pay for your clothes or how well you carry them. DulIneaN of the Marrlnjce Mart. Many reasons have leen put forward to account for the decreasing inclination which the girl of to-day shows toward marriage, but It still appears necessary to warn advisers of thosu, alout, or about not, to marry, that they are making thv path of domestic life almost too easy. Counselors seem to take a particular pride in overcoming the problems that must ultimately confront the bride, and fn fighting her battles for her long before they come. In short, married life is mapped out for her with the precision which would nnrmall represent the experience of more than one lifetime. Is it to be woin'.eml that the domestic side of matrimony ceases to possess the fasciuation of the unknown, or to offer th' possibilities of triumphant conquest single-handed? Dotted Foulard. A gown spelling smartness with capital letters is shown in the illustration. It is white foulard with brown ring dots and the scallops on either side ot

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bodice and bordering yoke of white eyelet embroidered silk are edged with narrow brown velvet ribbon. There Is a band of white lace at bottom of yoke matching that used on sleeves. Girdle of brown velvet ribbon has long ends finished with brown silk tassels. Electrical Onrllnjr Iron. Every young lady should rejoice in the possession of the electrical curling Iron recently Invented and patented by a Missouri man, especially so as the present fashion of hair dressing calls Jor numberlesscurls. With the ordinary hair curler she must patiently hold the end of the Iron over the gas flame after making curling iron. each curl to reheat the iron. The time thus consumed is eliminated with the use of the electrical curler, as heat is furnished continuously to the curling iron. The'uecessary heat Is obtained by connection with an adjacent Incandescent lamp socket, provision naturally being made to avoid any electric shock. The tool is simple and handy to operate, with no complicated mechanism to worry about. The inventor claims that only one-quarter the time is required to curl the hair with the electrical curler as compared with the ordinary implement. New Idea for Packing. A business woman who makes frequent trips abroad has evolved an excellent idea for keeping her gown in good condition. Her plan entails considerable work at first, as she makes pasteboard packing boards and covers them with cheap percale. When these cases are slipped over the loard the ends are sewed up and tapes to fasten in the gown securely are sewed to the cover at equal 'distances on each side DRESSING STYLES ARE DIRECT0IEE and on the ends, that tie in the center. The garment is thus held secure. In laying in the skirt all the plaits, tucks and other fullness are smoothed in place as It would naturally hang. Each gown or .skirt and shirtwaist has Its pasteboard, that has been cut Just small enough to tit Inside the trunk. With this arrangement a dress may be taken from the trunk without disarranging any of the others. Too Sluch Hot Water. Because a thiug is good to do or use under certain circumstances does not mean that It is the best for all occasions. We hear much alout the benefits of drinking hot water, therein e everyone who Ima a slight Indigestion Immediately takes to drinking water as hot as can be swallowed In immoderate quantities. This is a mistake. Water too hot weakens the lining of the stomach. It should rarely lie-used at boiling point, and sipped very slowly at. least. Itemember that hot water Is au excitant, and In certain cases should be avoided. It Is not esjioclally good for those w ho have irritability of the heart, or for those who are suffering from dilated stomachs or sourness of the stomach. Often cold, but not Ice, water acts as more of a tonic than hot water. The only way to discover the relative effects is to try thoroughly both kinds. Water of some kind and In quantities is, however, essential to good health. Honie-Made FlreleN Cooker. .vccordlng to a woman in New Jersey there Is no necessity for investing 'in one of the exjienslve tireless cMkers, i they can easily- be made at lyme. The Jersey lady tookjm old soap box anii first lined it with oilcloth, making a tight-fitting top with hinges. A pad stuffed with hay was made to fit Into the box, the box was covered with cloth for neatness, and loose hay conipleled the cooker. The food to be cooked must first be brought to the boiling jiolnt on the stove, then placed in the cooker, coven m I with the hay, the pad pressed down, the' lid closed and held tightly In place, and that is all that there is to the trick except to take the food out when needed, and find It ready to eat. Wearing Five Hulloii. Girls have gone In for many Chinese fashions, such as the mandarin jacket, the kimono sleeve, the chrysanthemum embroidery, but the wearing of five buttons oil 'the coat of jacket is a new Idea, unknown to the many. The Chinese wear these five buttons to remind them of the five chief moral virtues which were recommended .by Confucius. These are: Humanity, justice, order, rectitude and prudence. Mother Preference. The twins were Jielng congratulated ujion the arrival of a small brother when the neighbor inquired: "Well, how did you boys like the boy?" "Oh," answered Howard, nonchalantly, "we thought It was all right; but mamma would rather have had an automobile." A Chnntr W1H Prove Helpful. Frequently change the mode of wearing the hair, else falling hair is likely to result. That iortiou of the scalp whore the hair is coiled and pinned receives no sunlight and the coiled hair no ventilation. Wlilonn of Hx-PrenldentM. Mrs. James A: Garfield, Mrs. Benjamin Harrison and Mrs. G rover Cleveland, three widows of ex-PresIdent3,

are now living. The Presidents have usually died before their wives, as the work of the chief executive of the nation generallj' uses most of the vitality of the man engaged In it. Mrs. Garfield spends mucn of her time in Washington, where her son lives, and divides the rest between her old home in Ohio and Pasadena, Cal. She is a gentle, sweet-woman, always ready to speak of her husband. Mrs. Garfield receives a pension of $3,000 a year. Mrs. Benjamin Harrison married President Harrison after he left the White house, and she does not receive a pension. Mrs. McKinley also received the $5,000 pension up to the time of her death. About Noses. If the nose is sharp and turns downward it Indicates icen business ability and a tendency to be both miserly and sharp-tongued. A long, straight nose shows a tranquil, reserved nature, and a short nose a propensity to quarrel, combined with an inborn love of a good time. The nose that is too deeply indented at the root shows a lack of courage and decision, while a nose sloping directly out from the forehead with no such mark between the eyes indicates a strong sense of power. - Let such a nose show a slight Indentation, however, and it -will be a cap able, self-reliant sort of a girl, who does everything well and makes no fuss about it. Pretty Candlestick. "In a bedroom decorated with chintz it is a pretty idea to make the candle shades to match," says Woman's Home Companion for September. "Out of good carboard cut a perfectly round circle (the size required for the shade), and in the center of this draw a small circle. Then, after cutting the larger circle exactly in half, cut out the top half circle. Fit the chintz over the TOO. cardboard, paste down smoothly, and baste silk seam binding around the edges and down the open sides. Stitch on the machine all around the edge of the binding, and then, holding the sides together, stitch down twice." Latest Lingerie Dloane. It is built of extra sheer nainsook, in tucks that run up and down and also across. The divisions are marked with bands of lace, and three rosettes of black satin ribbon run down one side. . The finish of the sleeves is odd and quite .pretty, with a band of satin between two plaltings of muslin. Fur Young Mothers. A soft sponge should be used for bathing the" baby's body, limbs and scalp. There should be a separate washing cloth for the face. When used frequently sponges become dirty and are' liable to cause infection of the eyes. For this reason they should not be used for washing the face. A new siionge should ,be purchased whenever the old one does not become wholly clean when washed In boiling water. Feminine Economy. The following letter was received from his sister by a New Yorker, who was away from home on a visit : "I am sending my mail a parcel containing the golf coat you want. As the brass buttons are heavy, I have cut tliem off to save postage. Your loving sister, J . "P. S. You will find the buttons in the right-hand pocket 'of the coat." Judge. l'e ot an Old Umbrella. Take au old umbrella frame and wind the wires with white cloth and suspend by handle from the ceiling near the range. It will prove excellent for drying baby's clothes and other little pieces.. If handle Is not of the hook kind a hook can easily labored into a straight handle. Vor a Itlaeolored Xeck. For a discolored neck apply cucumbers cut iu strips, binding them to the neck and keeping them on all night. In the morning wash off and rub well with cold cream; then wipe the neck with a soft towel. Repeat this treatment until the discoloration disappears. Thfe Obliging Lamp. In the parlor there were three: Girl, the parlor lamp and he. Two is company, no doubt; That is why the lamp went out. Princetoa Tiscr. J '

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Pattern Department , . ' ' : ; 1 ' j I UP-T O-DATE pSaN$ FOR THß HOME DRESSMAKER Girr Drei. The simple dress that Is worn over a guimpe is always one of the prettiest for young girls, and this model takes peculiarly satisfactory lines. It is adapted to light weight wool, to the pretty simple silks, that will be so much worn this season, and also to the washable materials, but as illustrated it Is made from silk and cotton pongee trimmed with banding and with truttons. The waist and skirt are PATtEKX o. 5984. joined beneath the belt, so forming th$ seml-princesse dress that Is a feature of the season, and the short sleeves are cf the latest cut, yet the dress is consequently an exceedingly simple one. For the trimming any banding Is appropriate, and If buttons are not liked embroidered discs could be substituted, or the plaits can be left plain. Tne nliove pattern will be mailed to your address on receipt of 10 cents. Send all orders to the Tattern Department of this paper. Be sure to give both the number and size of pattern wanted, and write very plainly. For convenience, write your order on the following coupon: Order Coupon. No. r,!S4. S1ZC I....; NAME ADDRESS Corset Cover Canning In Back. Pretty corset covers are always en ticing, and this one, which closes at th back. Is specially desirable beneath the fashionable blouses. It is prettily trimmed at the front and can be madt either with the short puff 6leeves 0! without. Lingerie batiste with trim ming of lace makes a most satisfactory garment of the sort, but nainsook, an4 all similar materials, and also the thlt) wash silks, which many women like foi the- pu.iose, are appropriate. In addition to Its other advantages, the corsel cover allows of a neck finish of several sorts. The above pattern will lie mailed to your nddress ou receipt of 10 cents. Bend all orders to the Pattern Depart ment of this paper. De sure to givt) both the numlier and size of patten wanted, and write very plainly. Fot convenience, .write your order ou the following couiHiii : Order Coupon. No. C047. SIZE .NAME . . ADDRESS PROVERBS AND PHRASES. If I rest I rust, says the key. German. Force can never destroy right. Iatln. Beauty vanishes, virtue endures. Cerman. . Impudence and wit are vastly different. Latin. , He wfio climbs too high is near a fall. Greek. ' High birth is a poor dish on the table. Irish. How fading are the Joys we dote nion ! Norris. If you would relish your food, labor for it. Danish. Every man Is the architect of his own fortune. Sallust. Catch not at the shadow and lose the substance. Hebrew. , He who sows brambles must not go ba ref oot. Spa uish. Mingle a little gayety with your grave pursuits. Horace. Fools will ask what time it Is, but the wise know their time. Spanish. The amity that wisdom limits not, folly may easily untie. Shakespeare. If we are wrong, the farther we go the farther we are from home. Italian. He that pryeth Into the clouds may he struck with a thunderbolt Italian. I low sweet the words of truth breathed from the lipa we love. French. There are 20,000 different kinds ot butterflies. i i

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Record of Events of th Past Week NXIOHB0R MEETS MISSING 7.1 MI. Len-allr Dead Hooaler Mach AU? Out West. Mourned as dead by his family and friends for years, and declared to be legally dead by the court of Clinton county in order that his mother's estate might b setted up, it now develops that Levi Wratten, former sheriff of the county, who irj srteriously disappeared from his home in Frankfort twelve years ago, is alive and well and is living under an assumed name at Waterville, Wash. Soon after he had served his term as sheriff of the county, Mr. Wratten left, stating that he was going to St. Louis. That was the last seen of him. He left behind him a fine farm in Michigan townsVip, a wife and several children end his father and mother. The police in.all the large cities of the country were notified of his disap pearance and the famfy tried in every known way to get some word concerning LI in, but without success. In time his father died and in a few years his mother, she leaving a goodly -part of her estate to the missing son, provided he returned within two years after her death to claim it. The two years passed without worj from him and in order to settle np the ef-tate, Levi Wratten was declared by the Clinton Circuit Court to be legally dead. Mrs. Wratten obtained a divorce from hsr missing husband on the ground of abandonment. When Mr. Wratten left Frankfort hi was hopelessly involved financially, but his transactions were not of a criminal nature and he appeared to be devoted to his family. Within the last few days a resident of Frankfort, visiting at Waterville, saw Mr. Wratten, and ' though the latter at first denied his ilentity, he finally admitted that he was none other than Levi Wratten of Clinton county. He said he had teen in the West for a number of yeari, had begun life over and was prospering. SHOCK TOE RETUSXED TRUANT. Albert Schroeder Learns Sitter Wa Murdered Daring Ilia Ahw. . Albert Schroeder, 19 years old, who ran away from his home at Gary two years ago to escape a 'lickin'," returned the other night and was forgiven by his father. "I guess I'm too big to be licked,, remarked the boy, and then, noticing & gap in the family circle, he asked: "Where's Lizzie?" Thefa nily was much affected. For the first lime the boy learned that his sister Lizzie, who was 11 years old when he went away, was assaulted and murdered in the woods near Gary about a year ago. The police failed ' to apprehend the murderer or murderers. The boy said he had been on a ranch ia the West since he went away. At the time of Jiis flight he had been sent by his father to cash a check' for $G0 at the bank with a promise cf a whipping for some boyish misdemeanor when he returned. He was afraid to g back, so he went West to hunt Indians, instead. WAITS EIGHT YEARS TO SHOOT. Veter.m Fatally IVoands Captala Who Keprlmaded Ulm Laim Ago. William F. Driesman, aged 03, shot and 'fatally wounded Captain George W. tteep, and then boasted that he had waited eight years to commit the deed. Doth are Civil War veterans and members of the National Soldiers Home in Marion. Driesman said he had intended to kill Keep under cover of darkness, but failing to get opportunity he shot Mm in presence of a hundred persons. Reep was paralyzed by the shot and is dying. Driesman said: "Eight years ago Iteep, then captain of my barracks, reprimanded me, and I then took a vow that I would kill him. I bought a revolver while visiting at Toledo, and returned with the intention xf shooting Keep on sight. KILLS SWEETHEART; ENDS LIFE. s Sailor Drives Four Hoars with Body and Then Shoots Self. After driving four hours with the lody "of his sweetheart, Mrs. Sylvia Huil Herniee, whom he had killed, in the buggy with him, Joel F. Taker shot and killed himself near Wabash. The drive bad been planned by the woman as a farewell evening with Halter, as it is said she. had decided to eloi with another. When told of her decision, it is supposed Faker became enraged and shot her. Evidences of a struggle were found at the scene of the murder. Itaker's last message, scribbled on wrapping pajor, found in the buggy, was: 'My God! What have I done! AVomnn, KO, Hide I.Ik Child. Hiding a young horse in the contest of women over 80 years of age, Mrs. William Dunfee. 8.1, was applauded by 10,000 as she won the prize in Wabash, riding as gracefully as when a girl. Destroys Itefue ' Darnecl to D?ath. Mrs. Thilip Fogel, aged CS, living near Evansville, was burned to death while burnicg refuse in her back yard. BRIEF STATE HAPPENINGS. Mrs. Horace' Nrown of Noblesville died from" blood poisoning eaused by the bit cf a spider. John Moore, a victim in the Denver hotel fire, was born in La Porte, and is a brother of "James Moore of the Corn Exchange National bank in .Chicago. Telling his mother he was going to xmmit suicide. Leonine White, 21 j-ears kL secured a gun and shot off the top of his head. He had quarreled with his sweetheart and had been rebuked by his father, a wealthy farmer and merchant of Wabash. Forty high school frehmen, painted and garbed as Salome or wearing Merry Widow hats and direetoire skirts, were paraded by upper clastnen in Logansport, preeediMl by a drum and bugle corps, to the "town pump, where their faces were washed without ceremony or soap by their faptors. Eldou and Virgil Lewis, aged 10 and 11 respectively, sons of Thomas Lewis, were drowned in White river, near Ilazelton. They had gone in swimming with three companions and got lieyond their depth. Their bodies were recovered. Fire liroke out in the attic of the Home Storage and Manufacturing Company's plant in Klwood, and before the local fire company could subdue the flames, the plant was practically destroyed. The firm manufactures artificial ice, bottle soft drinks, beers and other goods sold at saloons, drug stores, etc. The los is estimated at $1(5,000, covered by an Insurance of JRisiXK). Mrs. Philip Kratz underwent an operation in Evansville and it was then that the physicians discovered the woman's heart was on her right tödo, her liver on the left side and her spleen on the right side Mrs. Kratz h VA years old and Las a husband and one child. The physicians wli'- oieratcd on the woman cay that her heart is in almost perfect condition and, aide from the ailment for which she was operated on, her health is very good. Mrs. lt. V. Marshall, wife of a prominent Terre Haute citizen, Jias inherited $.y0,000 from her uncle, Joseph Shineberger of Dillon, Mont. He left an estate Of F-ittX,0W. . .. ,