The Fairfield Recorder. (Fairfield, Tex.), Vol. 35, No. 37, Ed. 1 Friday, June 9, 1911 Page: 3 of 8
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The Miniature
BY DOROTHY DOUGLAS
(Copjrrtstu. tail, by A.iocistsd Literary Praia.)
Celeste Wheeler bought a morplne
paper and turned eagerly to the per
eonal column. A little laugh escaped
her as her eyee alighted on the ad she
had inserted. She read It over still
wearing her Irresponsible smile.
“A young lady will paint a miniature
In return for a few week's hospitality
In the country. Long Island pre-
ferred. References.”
‘‘There! The die Is cast! If 1 had
any family to judge me Insane they
might have good cause. Still—It Is a
very sensible way to get a much need-
ed bit of the country when funds hap-
pen to be at low tide and energies
depleted."
Celeste looked wistfully down at her
rather shabby shoes and the dust col-
ored velvet of her gown. Luckily for
both they were of a shade which neith-
er showed their poverty nor their lack
of care. They were artistic In their
very shabbiness as was the soft gray
hat with Its woefully drooping plume.
Not so with Celeste’s eyes. These
great, wonderful eyes assumed all the
brightness and depths and happiness
of two new born stars. Only occa-
sionally were these eyes permitted to
reflect all the inward longing for the
man whose love had been ruthlessly
cast aside. Celeste had been very
young when she had told Hugh Ardale
that art must take the place of love.
Well, fame was gradually creeping In
to fulfil Its mission and Celeste Wheel-
er smiled through all.
She reached her studio and In the
hope that answers would soon come
from her advertisement. Celeste gave
her wonderful artistic treasures a more
or less cursory tidying. Also she put
a few much needed stitches In the
fragments of a wardrobe which she
possessed.
When these duties, enormous to the
artistic temperament, were over, Ce-
leste went to her little tin box and
looked over her wealth. She had ex-
actly ninety-nine dollars. Her studio
was paid for for another twelve months
and Celeste had orders for nine minia-
tures, waiting her leisure. She would
not touch one of these until she had
returned from a much needed rest.
A Mors or Less Cursory Tidying.
Her work and name were too precious
to Impair by trusting to Jaded facul-
ties.
Now that the die was cast and Ce-
leste ready to Journey forth she watted
Impatiently for such an offer as she
could accept.
Three days latet Celeste boarded t
train for Gien Head, a tiny village on
the Sound. She had received a simply
worded but winning letter from an
elderly couple who were apparently
alone In their big estate on the water's
edge. The coachtnan would meet her
at the station In a governess’s cart
With eyes sparkling and cheeks
aglow Celeste alighted at the Glen
Head station. She was the only pass-
enger getting off and this fact pre-
vented any mistake on the part of the
coachman In the small cart. Celeste
Dad wondered why an elderly couple
sboujd elect td travel about the coun-
try roads In thjs particular style of
vehicle. Now slje knew. A small child
was evidently a part of the household
to which Celeste was being driven.
Celeste experienced a peculiar thrill
when she looked closely Into the
baby's face, per greenish gray eyes
with their dauntless expression were
much like Hugh Ardale's. "
After a series of Questions which the
small beauty naked at Celeste and
which were duly and evidently satis-
factorily answered Celeste herself
asked:
"And what to your name, darling f
lng her arrival, Bhe felt for the first
time the rather serious step she had
taken In obeying an Impulse.
She had not been In the house two
daya before she felt ashamed for hav-
ing doubted the sincerity of the hos-
pitality offered by this couple. They
had been longlug, during the past
month for some one who might. In a
measure, Oil the vacancy made by the
great Reaper. Celeste learned much
when confidences had been won on
both sides.
Sh% learned, with mingled emotions,
that the child whom she had grown to
love, was the child of Hugh Ardale. He
had married Martha Staunton, the
only daughter of the dear couple at
Wlndyheath. Hugh's wife had passed
away when Martha was given to the
world.
“Are you sure—absolutely that he
will not be back lor another twelve
months?” Celeste asked timidly.
“Yes, my dear—Hugh Is a civil en-
gineer. They are In the Canadian
bush—that is why we have the sun-
shine of Martha. It Is no place for
either child or woman, Hugh says. Be-
sides, dear—" the older woman paused
then said tenderly, “you love him still
—why fear?"
Celeste turned Impulsively and Mrs.
Staunton's arms closed about her.
They were both silent for a moment.
Each had succumbed to a deep felt
want and love had triumphed over the
conventionalities.
Presently Celeste smiled. “You are
all too good to me,” she said, happily.
"Even wee Martha Is prone to spoil
me and pulls the flowerB ruthlessly
that 'Thella' may have them In her
hair. I am afraid her daddy will have
to wait a long time at this idle rate
for the miniature. I find It difficult
to do his baby Justice.” Celeste turn-
ed at sound of an Imperious small
voice. “Yes, darling, Celia Is com-
I lng—” She looked whimsically at Mrs.
Staunton. “You see! I have promised
to pick daisies with Martha.”
|'A11 right, my dear—but mind—
don't be long.”
"Celeste ran swiftly down the long-
avenue shaded by drooping trees to
the open field where the daisies grew
bigger and whitest. Martha was on
her back, a small elllne creature,
screaming with delight.
Down toward the big entrance gate
they galloped. Celeste would have
turned the corner where the arbor,
hanging wisteria marked their resting
place, but she stopped.
A man rounded the corner.
“Hugh!"
“Celle!”
The man had grown a shade white
but nothing could have daunted the
brilliance of the girl's cheeks nor the
light In her eyes. Her hair was tum-
bled and blown but nothing mat-
tered.
In a moment Hugh Ardale spoke.
“This Is Martha—Martha Is my little
girl, Celia. Come here, Toddler!”
Celeste's ever ready smile came to
her lips. Hugh Ardale was far more
shaken by the meeting than was she;
his words were foolishly Inadequate,
yet she knew that he was trembling
with the Joy of seeing her.
“I rather believe she Is, Hugh,”
Celeste laughed. ‘T am afraid I have
stolen her—” She turned to Martha
who clung fast to Celeste's hand.
“Darling, go to your Papa- don't you
remember how Granny told you all
about the nice Daddy who was coming
back to you?*'
Martha needed no second bidding.
Delighted, and unable to contain
herself with joy, Martha went off to
acquaint Granny with tbe news.
When her small figure had disap-
peared It was Celeste who trembled
and would have followed tbe child.
‘‘Oelle!*’ Hugh Ardale's voice would
have called her from across the sea.
"I only forgot you for the ahort year
In which the chlld'a mother was my
wife—you will not take away the only
thing in life I want, will you—dear?”
I had to come. I knew that somewhere
In this vast universe—I could find you.
I did not expect—”
“Hugh—I am only beginning to be
successful but I want you more than
all tbe tpuccesa In the world.”
Later, when Hugh Ardale and Ce-
leste Wheeler approached tbe wide
veranda, Mrs. Staunton aroao and
tried not to ahow tbe tears in her
eyes and heart.
“Ws are not going to leave ybu,
dear,” put In Celeste, quickly; "we
want to live here.”
gram
*
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Australia Organising Army.
Australians new ayatem of universal
military service Iff now in being, and
It la reckoned that by the middle ot
the year from 80,000 to 100,000 youtha
.between the ages ot fourteen and sev-
enteen will hare been enrolled for the
defense of the commonwealth, un-
der the aefcerae evefy hey on attaining
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Truth at Last
BY M. DIBBELL
(Coprnilii. 1011, bjr Afttocimloii LiteralJ Piau.)
"That’s a pretty girl Just turning
the corner,” said Robert Sterling.
David Beldlng looked to the spot In-
dicated, but beheld only the back of a
big hat, which completely hid the face
of Its wearer.
“Have to take your word for it,
Bob,” he answered. “I missed the
right inatant for Judging. After the
present day hat turns Its back on you
there Is no seeing what Is under It.”
Robert Sterling smiled. "That Is
so,” be said, “but she really was more
than pretty, and her hat Isn’t In It for
size with some of the monsters I have
seen.*'
David laughed. "Taking up the cud-
gels In her behalf already, old fel-
low?” he asked. “Know who she Is?”
“Yes,” replied Robert, “I am almost
sure It must be the new school teach-
er; so few strangers come to this lit-
tle place that we can generally guess
. who they are. Dot has been high In
her praises of the new assistant
teacher, and this young woman fits
the description.”
“Then get an Introduction through
that bright nttle niece of yours,” sug-
gested David encouragingly. “Great
Scott, what has struck you now?” as
his friend seized his arm and began
to hauling him along at a rapid pace.
Robert explained. “Allle is giving
Dot a lawn party this afternoon for
her birthday, and I Just remembered
that Dotvlnsisted that the new teacher
should be Invited. Very likely that Is
where she Is going—at any rate I
mean to find out. Hurry up.”
“All right, but don’t you think we
might get there before the affair Is
ended, even If we did not do this race
horse gait?” queried David.
Robert did not even hear him, for
as they turned the corner the wearer
of j the black hat again came into
view. “It Is the new teacher for a
fact,” he announced. “She Is going
through AUle’s gate.”
Robert's little niece ran down the
path to welcome the pretty stranger,
and catching sight of her uncle and
“You Are Free to Choose,” He 8ald.
hie friend Just entering the gate,
called out:
“Ob, Uncle Robert, come and see
Mies Harland.”
David Beldlng started as he heard
the name; and when the young teach-
er turned toward them, hts face as-
sumed a look of mingled astonishment
and delight. He reached her even
before the hastening Robert, and ex-
claimed:
“I bad begun to fear my search for
you might be hopeless. My good an-
gel must have sent me here—how
more than glad I am to see you.”
He held out hie hand to her.
Miss Harland's look was anything
but friendly and the outstretched
hand apparently Invisible to her, as
she answered:
“Really, you surprise me, Mr. Bel-
dlng, for I cannot understand why you
should not expect to see me In Royce-
ton, when you have been aware of
my whereabouts.” Bhe turned away
from tbe discomfited David to smile
sweetly at Robert, aa eager little Dot
presented him.
Robert’s sister Alice now Joined
them, while Dot’s school friends be-
gan to arrive. The lawn party was
proving to be a marked success.
But David Beldlng's face bad as-
sumed a decidedly glum expression
and Instead .of mingling with the
yonngeters he only watched them.
His gase often sought their pretty
teacher, who teemed to be having the
very best dm# of them alL The big
hat had been laid aalde and her
flushed, cheeks and rumpled hair
showed, bow fully aha was doing her
•hare toward making the little ones
happy,
Robert Starting kept near Mias Har-
land aft the aMernooa. Not once did
tbe ytoas teacher look in Datura
direction; hot tint young man had do-
’ msi step and welted
the festivities
; .1
mmM- hosteee. he
Harland's side and
* ’
walk home with you. ftoo-
i. aaesethlng I mast ear
* «tift :dl«r
flashed a resentful look at him. “Very
well," she said and turned again to
her entertainers.
As Robert Sterling had been a wit-
ness of the greeting bestowed bT
Miss Harland upon his friend, he felt
no surprise when David said to him:
“I wish to speak to Miss Harland
about something important, so excuse
me for the present.”
“All right, you’ll find me waiting
here for you.”
As soon as the pair was outside the
gate David began. “I do not know
why you should say I was aware of
your whereabouts. I have been trying
my best for nearly three jnonths to
And you When I got back to the
city I went at once to your father’s
house and found It occupied by
strangers. Then I went to the firm
from whom they had purchased the
house; but they could tell me only
that after Mr. Harland's sudden de-
cease his affairs were found to be In
hopeless confusion and all property
was sold. Of you they could tell me
nothing. Then I called on Miss Bran-
don, who was the only friend of yours
1 had met. She told me that you had
left the city Immediately after your
father’s death, but she had no Idea
where you were. Then I spent three
weeks In unsuccessful attempts to
trace you and finally began to believe
you had purposely concealed yourself
from me, and when Robert—”
Miss Harland’s scornful voice Inter-
rupted him. "Why should you tell this
elaborate falsehood?" she asked, "Mar-
tha Brandon told me of your call In
the first letter she wrote me, and said
she gave you an account of my obtain-
ing this position In the Royceton
school through the efforts of the cous-
in with whom I stayed until coming
here."
"And why should I lie to you?"
cried David wrathfully. "I have told
you only the truth; It Is Miss Bran-
don's word against mine.”
“Then 1 choose Martha’s” said Miss
Harland firmly.
David was In a white heat of anger
and pain. "You are free to choose,”
he said.
Not another word was spoken be-
tween them until David left her at the
door of her lodging house.
Florence Harland ran upstairs to
her own room, prepared to Indulge In
a good cry, but a letter on her dresser
caught her eye, and recognizing her
friend Martha Brandon’s writing, she
at once opened It.
"Dearest Florence: Can you ever
forgive me for deceiving you so ter-
ribly? After Jack and I quarreled I
felt as If I wanted everybody to be
as miserable as I was; and when Mr.
Beldlng called I told him I had no
Idea of where you were. I do not
know how I could have been so wick-
ed. after all your trouble, too; and he
was so anxious to find you. I told
you a lie, but please forgive me, Flor-
ence, or I can never be happy again,
even though Jack and I have made up.
Please, please forgive your miserable
friend, Martha Brandon-.”
After she read this.letter poor F*lor-
ence Harland did Indeed have her
“good cry," and It was hours before
she could bring herself to forgive the
repentant Martha; but when at last
she sobbed herself to., sleep all anger
had been cast out of her heart.
In the early morning a small boy
brought a tiny note to David Beldlng,
which caught him Just starting for the
first train leaving Royceton. He had
informed Robert Sterling the night
before that his visit must end at
once.
But this little note made a new man
of David Beldlng.
"Will you forgive me? Martha haa
written that she told a lie both to you
and to me. Florence. Harland,” was
all the note said.
It was more than forgiveness that
Florence received, for a very eager
young man sought her the instant her
school duties for tbe day were over,
anxious to pour forth the old story of
love. And with David’s arm around
her and his cheek pressed close to
her own, the lonely young school
teacher felt that she could freely for-
give all wrongs, and bravely face Ufa's
coming years with him.
t-4
Roast Eggs In Ashes.
Every boy and girl down on the
farm In times gone by used to roast
eggs, pieces of meat and potatoes In
embers In the old wood cook stove or
In the big, open fireplace. Barns were
searched for bens’ nests, and tbe line,
fresh eggs were wrapped In heavy pa-
per, The paper waa dampened and
several thicknesses of It protected the
eggs from scorching; yon know wet
paper in n ball is bard to burn. Well,
the wrapped-up eggs were put on the
live coala and partially covered by
them. In from five to fifteen minutes
the egg was roasting hot and ready to
eat with salt, pepper and batter. A
pin hole was made In the biff end of
the egg so as to let the steam osaape
to keep It from 'bursting the shell and
the meats from running out If you
have mover ns a small boy
WHY SHE DID NOT
SEND HER PICTURE
. «otw have saver aa a small boy roanud
tfjSa sank effffs ron have missed cblldkboCa
greatest Joyk. than boys would filap
birds, sad there not being enough N*
a mate lor the famlUTlable such Mr*
waf« roasted 1# paper after the mea-
ner of eggs, and they certainly mar*
Si daHeleaa tHthtts aa- evur the
What They Did About It.
The reason was because her face
was so disfigured by a akin eruption
that she couldn't have It taken. Just
make a note of this fact If you know
anyone who suffers from disfiguring
skin eruptions. Resiuol ointment
cures eruptive skin diseases. It re-
stores the sklu to normal health and
clears the complexion. "I take pleas-
ure In testifying to the most excellent
results from the use of Reslnol, both
ointment and soap,” writes Miss Opal
Lllley, Camp Creek, W. Va. "I had
been troubled for four or five years
with a very disfiguring eruption on
my face, and Reslnol has helped It
so much.” Reslnol ointment should
be used for all skin eruptions, ec-
zema, erythema, herpes, barber’s
Itch, psoriasis, etc. It stops itching
instantly. Reslnol promptly allays
Irritation and Is the best dressing for
burns, scalds, bolls, felons, carbun-
cles, etc. It Is a comforting, healing
preparation, which can be used freely
on tbe tenderest skin. Reslnol oint-
ment is put up in opal jars In two
sizes, price fifty cents and one dollar.
At all druggists. Resinol Chemical
Co., Baltimore, Md.
Hi Used Good Material. *
Rembrandt and Michael Angelo
were playing checkers under a spread-
ing tree In the golden sunlight of the
Elyslan Fields.
The famous Italian looked up.
“Remmy,” he said, “did you notice
the price somebody has just paid for
that 'Mill' of yours?"
"I heard about It”
“Well?”
“Well, I’m glad I had enough money
when 1 painted that picture to buy a
good quality of canvas. " It's your
move, Mike.”
And the game went on.—Cleveland
Plain Dealer.
SURELY DESERVES A MEDAL
Record Act of Bravery That is Set to
Credit of Intrepid New
York Man.
The bravest man in New York
made his appearance in a Broadway
store last week. He carried an enor-
mous bandbox which contained an
enormous hat on which the man want-
ed what he considered an enormous
amount of money refunded. The man
waa pretty mad and while looking for
some one who had the authority to
negotiate the transaction he talked
loud enough for everybody to hear.
“My wife bought this hat," he said.
“She doesn't need 1L 8he has already
bought three hats this spring. She
paid $35 for this one. She has never
worn It It Just caine home last night.
I can’t afford to throw all that money
away and I want you to take the hat
back. She wouldn't bring It down, so
I undertook the Job myself.”
“By tbe side of that man Napoleon
was a cringing coward,” said the
young woman who had made the sale.
“Imagine his flouncing Into a Parisian
millinery shop with a hat that he
didn’t want Josephine to buy. 1 He
couldn't have done ft Very few men
can. Once In a long while some poor
New Yorker with the courage of
desperation in his heart returns mer-
chandise which be cannot afford to
buy for bis wife and his audacity up-
sets the whole store for a month.”
I HOW IS
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BILIOUSNESS CRAMPS
INDIGESTION
DYSPEPSIA MALARIA
TRY
Hostetler’s
Stomach Bitters
For 58 years it has
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the medicine you need.
There 1b no fool like tbe peacemaker
who Interferes between husband and
wife.
The biggest work In the world Is be-
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LIVE STOCK AND
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Electrotypes
IN GREAT VARIETY
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LOWEST PRICES BY
WESTERN NEWSPAPEB UNION
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lrJ
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also pamphlet telling ynu how to flng oat
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H Chills and Fever
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Rutherford, of Douglassville, Tex., says: “Some years ago,
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