Jacksboro Gazette. (Jacksboro, Tex.), Vol. 28, No. 15, Ed. 1 Thursday, September 12, 1907 Page: 4 of 4
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swer to her letter. "And I g5a.ll dolt.
Be merciful to me, Elizabeth. Do not
tempt me to a worse cowardice than
giving you up. I shall not write
again.”
And I did not. Every one of her
letters was answered—sometimes, I
remember, I wrote to her the whole
night through, shading my window so
that mother could not from her win-
dow see the reflection of my lamp’s
light on the ground and become anx-
ious. But I destroyed those long and
often agonized answers. And I can
not say whether my heart was the
heavier in the months when I was get-
ting her letters, to which I dared not
reply, or in those succeeding months
when her small, clear handwriting
first ceased to greet me from the
mail.
mfrably with any of {Tie now gowiis
of flowered muslin or chiffon. This
parasol is lightly veiled with drawn
white or ivory net to give a softness
and illusion to the scheme.
It is indeed strange that the decora-
tive value of sunshine yellow is so of-
ten overlooked by the bride who is
planning the color scheme for her wed-
ding. Pale yellow is essentially a
cheerful color and really presents more
possibilities for artistic effect than
MOTHER’S CRAVE
By Byron Williams.
'T ail happened because Mildred was
chosen Queen of Ucarts, or,
in her dainty handkerchief and burst
into tears. She sobbed and sobbed,
and no one could comfort her. Milly
lovingly put her arms about her and
drew her aside.
sobbed Genevieve,
Queen
H rather, she wasn't chosen; It just
happened to fall to her lot. Gene-
vieve had expected that the guests
would vote for the queen, and she felt
sure she would be chosen, because she
always was. Sue was a general favor-
ite. That comes' of counting your
chickens before they are hatched. All
of the children invited to the party
were expected to'come in fancy dress,
and they all did, down to little Teddy
Roberts as a Cupid.
Instead of choosing as for a May
queen, Mrs. Saunders bad placed two
wonderful crowns on the hall chan-
delier, and from them hung many
streamers of ribbon, pink and blue.
Each girl chose a pink one and each
boy a blue, and every one of them
was sure his or her ribbon was attach-
ed to one of those crowns. When at a
signal the ribbons were pulled, Mildred
and Robin had the crowns, and every
one else had o very pretty little valen-
tine and one little girl a heartache
because she had wanted to be queen.
Each valentine bad half a verse on it,
and when every boy had found the lit-
tle girl who had the other half of his
verse the procession moved by twos
^ At/rmaer
rm cost.
7TJ£M£V££.
Etc
‘‘Oh, Mildred!'
“It is true, though you didn’t know it
I am the knave and stole two hearts
when Robin's bag burst, and—and—.
I’ve had such a pain in my heart, and
I’m a terrible knave!”
Mildred looked shocked ’for a min-
ute. “Never mind, dear,” she said for-
givingly. “We’ll make it all right
somehow, and I know you're sorry.”
Genevieve would not be comforted.
She knew the boys, especially Tom and
Robin, would bate her meanness, ana
she resolved then and there to punish
herself; so, when all were gathered to-
gether to stab the big heart pinned on
the curtain with little arrows made of
pins and Bessie Bobbs was about to be
blindfolded, Genevieve stepped into'
the middle of the room. Her cheeks
were very red, and her hands were
clasped very tight, and her eyes were
on the floor.
“Mrs. Saunders,” she said so all
could hear, “I’ve done avery mean, de-
ceitful thing, and I want you all to
I stole two
^ | sion, emitted a fantastic yell of en-
n-iADTcrD 1 thusiastic approval. Again there was
K ’ | that silence; then the tension of the
Sayler “Draws the Line.” ! assembly, floor and crowded galleries,
In February the railways traversing burst forth in a storm of hysterical
our state sent to the capitol a bill laughter.
that had been drawn by our ablest j j wish I could boast how brave I
lawyers and reviewed by the craftiest j ag j reversed my vote, how in-
of the great corporation lawyers of ; different to that tempest of mockery,
New York city. Its purpose, most and how strong as I went forth to
shrewdly and slyly concealed was to meet my master and hear my death-
exempt the railways from practi- warrant But I can’t, in honesty—I’m
cally all taxation. It was so subtly oniy a human being, not a hero, and
worded that this would be disclosed these are my confessions, not my
only when the companies should be professions. So I must relate that,
brought to court for refusing to pay though the voice that requested the
their usual share of the taxes. Such change of vote was calm and cour-
measures are usually “straddled” ageous, the man behind it was agl-
through the legislature that is, neith- j tated and sick with dread. There may
er party takes the responsibility, but j he those who have the absolute cour-
the boss of each machine assigns to j age gome men boast—if not directly,
vote for them all the men whose 1 then by implication in despising him
seats are secure beyond any ordinary ■ who has it not. For myself, I must
assault of public indignation. In this • say that 1 never made a venture—anc
case, of the 91 members of the lower my life has been a succession of ven
house, 32 were assigned by Dunkirk tures, often with my whole stake upor
and 17 by Silliman to make up a ma- the table—I never made a venture
jority with three to spare. that 1 did not have a sickening sensa
My boss, Dominick, got wind that tion at the heart. My courage, if i
Dunkirk and Silliman were cutting an can he called by so sounding a name
extra melon of uncommon size. He de- has been in daring" to make the throv
scended upon the capitol and served when every atom of me was shriek
notice on Dunkirk that the 11 Dom- jng. “You’ll lose! You’ll be ruined!"
inick men assigned to vote for the bill \ (ji<j not gee Dominick until afte
.would vote against it unless he got supper. I had nerved myself for i
$7,000 apiece for them $77,000. ECene—indeed, I had been hoping hi
Dunkirk needed every one of Dom- would insult me. When one lack
CHAPTER IV,
The School of Life-as-lt-ls.
A day or so after I lost the only
case of consequence I had had in
more than a year. Buck Fessenden
came into my office, and after dosing
me liberally with those friendly pro-
testations and assurances which
please even when they do not con-
vince, said: “I know you won’t give
me away, Sayler, and I can’t stand
it any longer to \watch you going on
this way. Don’t you see the old man's
after you hammer and tongs? He’ll
never let up. You won’t get no cli-
ents, and, if you do, you won’t win no
cases.”
These last five words, spoken in
Buck’s most significant manner, re-
vealed what my modesty’—or, if you
prefer it, my stupidity—had hidden
from me. I had known all along that
Dominick was keeping away and driv-
ing away my clients; but I had not
suspected his creatures on the bench.
To this day, after all these years of
use, only with the greatest reluctance
and with a moral uneasiness which
would doubtless amuse most political
managers, do I send “suggestions” or
“intimations” to my men in judicial
office—and T always do it, and always
have done it, indirectly. And I feel
relieved and grateful when my judges,
eager to “serve the party,” anticipate
me by sending me a reassuring
hint.
I did not let Buck see into my
'Nonsense!” I pooh-poohed;
Then to th‘ train we took her; doctor he
went along—
Sent her away a-prayin’ nothin’ would
turn out wrong
In mother’s case! *"
Sir, ’twas a quiet evenin’ just after dusk
and still—
Sayin’—good-by—t’—mother—Bless me my
heart’s aflli!
And these are tears!
Wore a gray dress of broad-cloth, violet
hat of blue;
Hair was all soft an’ silv’ry, thar whar
it shimmered through
Behind her vail!.
Told us to hope, so cheery; wait, an’
she’d come again—
Train sped away'from th’ station; left
us—an’ then—an’ then—
Well, we waited!
Waited an’ hoped in sorrer—waited a day
or two—
Wired us t’ come to th’ cltf; quick, on
the first train through!
For she called us.
Jist as wc‘ went t’ board it, telegram
come that said—
Well, what it said don’t matter—mother
was dead! Was dead!
And our mother!
Burled her here whar summer's shade
an’ th’ sun unite,
Planted th’ vi’lets wild like, just whar
they’d git th’ light,
Fer she loved ’em!
RUSSIAN BLOUSE SUIT—5143.
the more commonplace and meaning-
less pink. This fact was illustrated
at a recent wedding. The bridesmaids
wore sunshine yellow hats of neapoli-
tan straw which shaded from pale yel-
low at the edges to a vivid corn color
at the crowns. They were empire
shaped, having the fronts rolled tip aud
caught with yellow ribbons and tulle.
From this ‘ bow on each lnit was a
long ostrich plume which shaded from
corn color to pale yellow at the tips.
The gowns were of yeilow striped chif-
fon, and the effect was good.
The suit seen in the cut is a Russian
blouse affair in very good style for the
little boy. It is of khaki cloth, and the
belt is of brown leather.
JTJDIC CHOLLET.
Right over this way, mister, here whar
th’ shade is deep,
Here whar th’ boughs droop tender, here
whar th’ glories creep.
Is mother’s grave.
This is th’ grass plot, mister, here whar
th’ vi’lets grow, '
Here whar th’ birds is singhn’, here whar
th' zephyrs blow—
She lies asleep!
Qasped when the doctor told us mother
must go away.
Gripped at our hearts like sorter does
when she holds her sway
And beckons death!
Brown was our fam’ly doctor; bolstered
us all with pills,
Cured father’s rheumatism, cricks an’
sich other ills
As most folks has—
But when th’ doctor told us, told it must
be th’ knife—
Well, we just paled in silence—what if it
cost her life!
Our mother’s life!
know how wicked I am,
Birds sings their songs of sorrer, silent
th’ glories creep,
Here in th’ peace eternal, mother has
gone to sleep!
To sleep! To sleep!
Right over this way, mister, here whar
th’ shade is deep,
Here whar th’ boughs droop tender, here
whar th’ glories creep,
Is mother’s grave!
Mind Meanderings.
• There are more solitary horsemen in
novels than in the bridle-paths of the
Great West.
A lay figure—the hen.
If your head spins, it is a good top.
Grist mill employes always work
during meal time.
No sensible woman would go to the
milliner’s for a rainbow or to the rib-
bon department for a window sash.
The pawn-broker is the greatest
time-keeper of the age.
To please a woman, make her think
she is an enigma.
He kissed her har.d.
Said she, “My land,
I wouldn’t dare to name the day l
The reason why
I won’t deny—
You’ve such a hand to mouthy way!
History doesn’t belong in Cupid's li-
brary along with love and marriage.
It would repeat itself too often in the
divorce court.
You cannot blame wives for think-
ing John is the only honest man on
earth. He usually talks that way at
the dinner table.
Every time my wife and I move we
sit down in the middle of the rooms
we are leaving and “wonder where.we
will be next year at this time,” and
then my. wife, jn.st to be cheerful,
never "Tails to add, “It’s hard to tell;
maybe we’ll all be dead. And then she
goes to work and plans our new house
ali over again.
mind.
'I've no cause to complain of lack of I
business; but even if I had, Fd not
blame Dominick or any one else but
myself.” Then I gave him a straight
but good-humored look. “Drop it,
Buck,” said I. “What did the old
man send you to me for? What does
he want.
He was too crafty to defend an
indefensibe position. “I'll admit he
did send me,” said he, with a grin,
“but I came on my own account, too.
Do you want to make it up with him?
You can get back under the plum
tree if you’ll say the word.”
I could see my mother, as I had
seen her two hours before at our poor I
midday meal—an old, old woman, so I
broken, so worn! And all through
the misery this Dominick had brought
upon us. Before I could control my-
self R> speak, Buck burst out, a look
of alarm in his face: “Don’t say it, I
Mr. Sayler—I know—I know. I told 1
him it’d be no use. Honest, he
ain’t as bad as you think—he don’t
know no better, and it’s because he
liked and still likes you that he
wants you back.” He leaned across
the desk toward me, in his earnest-
ness—and I could not doubt his sin-'
cerity. “Sayler,” he went on, “take
my advice, get out of the state. You
ain’t the sort that gives in, and no
more is he. Yoh’ve got more nerve
than any other man I know, bar none,
but don't waste it on a fool fight.
You know enough about politics to
know what you’re up against.”
“Thank you,” said -I, “but I’ll stay
on”
He gave over trying to persuade me.
“I hope,” said he, “you’ve got a card |
up your sleeve that the old man don’t
know about.”
I made some vague reply, and he
soon went away. I felt that I had con-
firmed his belief in my fearlessness.
Yet, if he could have looked into my
mind, how he would have laughed at
-vhls credulity! Probably he would
have pitied me, too, for it is one of
the curious facts of human nature !
that men are amazed and even dis-
gusted whenever they see—in others
—the weaknesses that are universal.
I doubt not, many who read these
memoirs will be quite honestly Phari-
saical, thanking heaven that they are
I not touched with any of my infirmi-
ties.
It may have been coincident, though
I think not, that, a few days after Fes-
e senden’s call, a reform movement
e against Dominick appeared upon the
surface of Jackson county politics. I
r thought at the time that it was the
P first streak of the dawn I had been
j watching for—-the awakening of the
^ sluggish moral sentiment of the rank
e and file of the voters. I know now
j That it was merely the result of a
[j quarrel among the corporations that
( employed Dominick. He had been
, giving the largest of them, Roe-
0 buck's Universal Gas and Electric
s company, called the Power trust,
s more than its proportional share of
r the privileges and spoils. The others
had protested in vain, and as a last
resort had ordered their lawyers to
organize a movement to “purify”
0 Jackson county, Dominick's strong-
0 hold.
r I did not then know it, but I got
L1 the nomination for county prosecutor
e chiefly because none of the other law-
t_ yers, not even those secretly directing
r the reform campaign, was brave
enough publicly to provoke the Pow-
a er trust. I made a house to house,
3. farm to farm, man to man, canvass.
e We had the secret ballot, and I was
3( elected. The people rarely fall to re-
3 spond to that kind of appeal if they
3. are convinced that response cannot
a ; possibly hurt, and may help, their
e pockets. And, by the way, those oc-
snpply the detemiuh
Huyo mob caps of cretonne or of bro-
cade trimmed with rows cf stE.nv and
with bows of M.tiro cotton net bol-
der scl with straw are the tiling in
Paris. 'They might at first call fort!
Petrachio’s derisive question, “Call you
this a cap?” but they are said to loot
jauuty with a jacket of yellow pique.
Very wide elastic belts in both black
and white are studded with cut steel.
Some belts _aro elaborately jeweled,
and when worn with a two piece cos-
tume give to the waist the graceful
lines so much sought after in the prin-
cess model.
Hand painted blouses are among the
smart novelties of the mode with filet
net used "as a trimming. Often chintz
patterns are cut out and appliqued 011
the blouse, united by scroll work in
rather heavy silks. Sometimes a true
lover’s knot is employed for the join-
ing.
The frock illustrated is carried out
in striped linen. One of the laics;
Eton jackets is used in this desifu
trimftfing is of fancy braid.
FORECAST OF FASHION
Vogue of Bordered Materials—Hat-
pins Ornamental and Useful.
Bordered materials ore shown l;i
some of the lightest and filmiest fab-
rics. When the 1 (order Is wide aud
the design elaborate, the plain plaited
skirt is the best model of ali, but the
narrow borders are frequently cut off
and used as bandings, bringing about
many original.and charming effects.
The useful hatpin has come to be
used largely as an ornament. Elastic
supplies its place in hats which art-
likely to lie harmed by constant pin--
ning. The pin lieuds are more'orua-
sent Cassidy, member from the Sec-
ond Jackson county district, to Dom-
inick to plead for a share. I happen-
ed to be with him in the Capital City
Hotel bar when Cassidy came up, and
hemming and hawing, explained how
he and his fellow insurgents felt.
Dominick's veins seemed cords
straining to bind down a demon strug-
gling to escape. “It’s back to the
bench you go, Pat Cassidy—back to
the bench whore I found you,” he’
snarled, with a volley of profanity
and sewage. “I don’t know nothing
about this here bill except that it’s
for the good of the party. Go back
to that gang of damned wharf rats,
and tell ’em, if I hear another squeak,
I’lK.put ’em whore I got ’em.”
Cassidy shrank away with a fur-
tive glance of envy and hate at me,
whom Domiriick treated with peculiar
consideration—I think it was be-
cause I was the only man of educa-
tion of any pretensions to “family”
in official position in his machine. He
used to like to class himself and me
together as “we gentlemen,” in con-
trast to “them muckers,” meaning my
colleagues. y
Next day, just before the voting
began, Dominick seated himself at the
front of the governor's gallery—the
cniy person in it. I see him now as
lie looked that day—black and heavy-
jawed and scowling, leaning forward
and both forearms on the railing, and
his big, flat chin resting on his up-
turned, stubby thumbs. He was
there to see that each of us, his crea-
tures, dependent absolutely upon him
for our political lives, should vote as
he had sold us in block. There was
no chance to shirk or even to squirm.
As the roll-call proceeded, one after
another, seven of us, obeyed that will
frowning from the gallery—jumped
through the hoop of fire under the
quivering lash. I was the eighth on
the roll.
Sayler!” How my name echoed
through that horrible silence!
I could hot answer. Gradually every
face turned toward me—I could see
them, could feel them, and, to make
bad enough worse, I yielded to an im-
perious fascination, the fascination of
that incarnation of brute-power—
power of muscle and power of will.
I turned my eye3 upon the amazed,
furious eyes of my master. It seem-
ed to me that his lips must give pass-
age to the oaths and filth swelling be-
neath his chest, and seething behind
his eyes.
“Sayler!” repeated the clerk in a ’ them-
voice that exploded within me. ! Espe<
“No!” I shouted—not in answer only
to the clerk, but In denial of that In- hims<
[ sclent .master-to-dog command from life h
the beast in the gallery. i for v
The look in his eyes changed to re-! 0(311
lief and contemptuous approval, other
There was a murmur of derision from j A
my fellow members. Then I remem- | discl<
bered that a negative was, at that many
stage of the bill, a vote for it—I had citad'
done just the reverse of what I in- hour,
tended. The roll-call went on, and I betwi
sat debating with myself. Prudence, tie v
! inclination, the natural timidity of heart
'WHY, REGINARD,” SHE EXCLAIMED, "THIS IS POSITIVELY
SPLENDID!’’ «
Dominick was a hypocritical refine-
ment of sensitiveness. To draw my-
of Robin's hearts vwhen Ls bag
dropped, and that is why Tom and I
won.” ,
Her voice grew very husky, and as
she finished you could have teard a
pin fall.
“Oh, my dear,” said Mrs. Saunders,
and then she stopped as Milly whis-
pered to her. Robin and Tom both
stepped toward Genevieve.
“You’re a brave girl now, even if
you did wrong then,” said Rodin ad-
miringly, “and I’m sure we all forgive
you, Genevieve.”
Tom put his hand protectingiy on her
shoulder. “The next best thing to
being a real hero is to be sorry when
you’ve done wrong and have the cour-
age to own up to it. You'd make a sol-
dier, Vieve, I know.”
And so Genevieve atoned her fault.
She and Tom insisted upon giving the
tarts to Mildred and Robin, and it was
a happy troop who tried to pierce the
heart with arrows. Cupid did it, of
course, and won the prize.
Then all trooped into the dining room
for supper, the King and Queen of
Hearts leading and the two “knaves”
following.
That confession was good for pretty
little Genevieve’s conscience, we can
be sure, by glancing at her happy face
as Tom offers her his Ice cream.—
Washington Star.
into the parlor. There they ranged In
rows and danced what Mrs. Saunders
called “the Cupid quadrille,” which
was nothing more or less than the old
fashioned Virginia reel.
Then the “heart hunt” began. The
couple finding the greatest number of
hearts, which were hidden about in
the parlor, hall and library, were to
win a very mysterious prize. Gene-
vieve set her heart upoe getting this,
and she confided her desire to Tom
Bascom. Now, Tom was a very jolly,
good natured boy. When Genevieve
suggested that he should keep near
Robin, while she kept near Mildred,
and that they both keep their eyes
open in order to grab the hearts before
the king and queen did, why, Tom
never thought anything about its be-
ing a strange proposal from a usually
fair -minded little girl, but promised.
Each child was given a bag to bold his
findings, and all went merrily to work.
Soon the rooms were filled with laugh-
ter, for hearts of all sorts and de-
scriptions were cunningly hidden here
and there and everywhere. Some were
tiny little lozenges; others were made
of candy, some of paper, silk and lace;
some were plain hnd some'were fancy-,
some were boxes, some bags—all sorts
and descriptions. Bags were soon
was
of a boy. Still, I am glad I did both
these absurd things. When I told
my mother how I had ruined myself
in politics she began to cry—and
tears jvere not her habit Then she
got my father’s picture and kissed ft
and talked to it about me, just as if
he were there with us; and for a
time I felt that I was of heroic stat-
ure.
But as the days -passed, with no
laurels in the form of cases and fees,
and as clients left me through fear of
Dominick’s power, I shriveled back
to human site and descended from
my pedestal. From the ground-level
I began again to look about the mat-
ter-of-fact world.
I saw I was making only a first
VAGARIES OF FASHION
Busklac Trim Costumes of All Kinds
Red Riding Hood Coats.
Never was the buckle more in de-
mand, and never was it adapted to s-i
many uses. Literally it figures front
toe to toe. There are buckles on the
hats, and there are buckles on the
shoes. There are also buckles betwixt
and between, buckles on collars, buc-
kles cn belts, buckles on decorative rib
bona; buckles on luces aud buckles o;
garters. The materials are ns varied
as U10 uses to which they are put
ringing from brass to gold. S!lve;
fends its own, and jewels are c.s high
in favor- r.s ever. Cut steel is also ver.
/nuch liked. . v’§p|p %: -y-
I’or wear with uinsiia dresses 01.
cool summer nights or when"inotoris •
are wfai.-e serge- coats made in full bo:
style, so that they cover the entir-
dro.-s. The side seams open at th
lower edge and arc held tl6vn will
small velvet buttons ii: a pale shade c
quite well filled, and everybody
hurrying and scurrying, for the time
Suddenly Robin dis-
was nearly up.
covered something under the edge of
the old hall clock, and at the same min-
ute Tom saw it too—a string of three
small hearts. Both rushed for it and.
getting there at the same instant, ran
into each other, and the bags, being
made of colored paper and not very
strong, burst, and the hearts went this
way and that.
Genevieve, hearing the scuffle, was
the first on the scene, and she helped
straighten things out, while every one
declared that no one should have the
disputed heart.
Time was called as the last one was
picked up, and then there were great
calculations. Robin aud Mildred to-
gether had more than any other pair
except Genevieve and Tom. Finally,
after counting a great many times to
make sure, it was discovered that Rob-
in and Mildred had one less than the
others, so Genevieve aud Tom won the
two big tarts, which were filled with
bonbons and candies. Then, all join-
The Folly of Sheep.
Sheep raisers love to watch tfceir
sheep every minute, and If they relax
theiA1 vigilance for an Instant they are
apt to lose the entire flock. Sheep
seem to have no idea how to get them-
selves out of any predicament what-
ever. If they are caught In a storm
in the plains, they will remain hr the
exact spot where it strikes them, dying
of cold aud exposure, when by moving
a hundred yards to windward they
could obtain shelter la their corral.
If a windstorm comes up. the;.’ will
move with the wiDd until stopped by a
fence, when they will commence what
is known as “piling.” They clhnb up
over each other’s back until they are
heaped up to about ten feet high. The
ones at the bottom are, of coarse,
smothered to death.
Investment, as they wear like iron,
wash beautifully aud are light as a
feather. A petticoat of ribbon Is a
novelty. Pompadour ribbon was used
In ode seen recently. The skirt is in
alterant*. Stripes ribbon and lace in-
sertion. v
Many women who think their shirt
waist suit is neatly made pay too little
attention to the opening at the cuff.
Unless this is finished neatly the waist
Up againzt the reel thing—the man
who is hit by a windlass.
Paul Revere never could have made
that ride in an automobile without
stopping for repairs.
An optimist is one who believes the
weather report he reads in the news-
papers.
A housewife should never insult a
tramp by offering him a chop as a
hand-out.
There was an old porter from Hale
Who drank too much suds from a pail—
He grappled the tiger
And now this poor "nlger”
Is waiting in jail without ball!
The editor of a local paper in a
small Kansas town has been blowing
his annual call to this effect: “We are
going over our books, and if this paper
is being received by any person dead
| since January 1 they will confer a
great favor by notifying us at once.”
Illustrated is a dainty model for 1
foulard gown of white silk with 1
green dot. The bodice is trimmed wit!
taffeta overlaid with applique of erean
lace, alfiffbe chemisette Is of filet net
WHAT IS WORN
Pritteess Style Smart For Lingerie
j Frocks—Cretonne Mob Caps.
I The majority of the handsomest lin-
gerie frocks lire made In princess style.
Eyelet work I3 conspicuous in their
trimming. Among the most popular
laces for these gowns is Irish crochet,
and cluny is not far behind in favor.
Most reaily smart lingerie dresses com-
bine two or even three kinds of laces.
Including Valenciennes. The coarse
Irish crochet motifs continue to be
popular enough to keep all of crochet-
ings Irejaud. with its fingers flying to
The People Outdoors.
The bears, they are so nice and fat.
The wolves so lank and lean;
The foxes they are elegant.
But, oh, they are so mean!
The bears, and wolves axe tricky, too.
But you might not be good
If you had not a thing to eat
And lived out In the wood! , •
For smartness means to bears and
wolves
To got something to eat
And extra smartness means to find
A most especial treat.
So If there were no market near,
No pantry In the house.
Maybe you'd be like bears and wolves
Or steal like any mouse!
-Little Folks. 1
BEAUTIFUL
Farm Progress, a big monthly ag-
ricultural paper, devoted to the in-
terests of the American farmer, his
home and industries, is giving away
free with every three-year subscrip-
tion a beautiful fruit. picture, size
22x29 inches, entitled “NaturalFruits.”
This is a beautiful picture, * in six
colors, and makes a handsome din-
ing-room ornament. Send 30 cents for
a three-year subscription or three one-
year subscriptions teday. Address all
orders to Farm Progress, St. Louis
Mo.
cxnn'8 cuiiiru ixock—5090.
water blue. A little flat collar of vel-
vet trims the neck, but the distin-
guishing feature Is the closing. This
Is apparently effected by a single very 1
large gilt button at the neck, although!
the wrap really fastens to the very |
edge by means of buttons and button-!
holes set under a fly. The sleeves are
coat shaped, etnMji g in a velvet cuff,
and altogether this little garment is
just the most stylish thing tmngiuabie.
This small girl’s frock can be Worn
over any guimpe aud is daintily charm-
ing, yet Involves little trouble in mak-
ing. The five gored skirt is plaited,
and both it aud the pretty waist are
lolued to n belt.
Wedding Ceremonial*.
One picturesque scene in the Mun-
da wedding ceremony is worth notic-
ing. The bride goes to a stream or
well near by with her pitcher, and,
having filled it, raises it aloft on
her head, steadying It with her band.
The bridegroom comes behind as she
turns homeward, and, resting his hand
on her shoulder, shoots an arrow along
the path in front of her through the
loophole formed by her uplifted arm.
The bride then walks to where the
arrow lies, and picks It np with her
foot, brill balancing the pitcher on her
head. Transferring it gracefully to
her hand, she restores it t~ the bride*
groom, thus showing tha. she can
perform her domestic duties well, with
hand and foot, at his service. He, in
turn, by shooting the arrow in front of
her, has shown his ability to protect
her and clear her path from any dan-
ger that may beset it
No Feude There.
The womea of our town at last have met
and got together.
They all were present and not one wag
left at home, forsaken.
The reasen that we see them thus, all
flocked as birds of feather.
Is this: The ladies met to have a big
__ group picture taken!
;r/-v«tA-
UNCLE BY"
Do You?
When the darkest clouds are set.
Do you always cry and fret?
Do you cry or do you try
Just to get a better view
Where the sun is shining through?
Do you?
mfM
10
60 YEARS’
EXPERIENCE
When the load is hard to bear,
Do you give up In despair?
Do you cry or do you try
JuBt to whistle blithe and gay
And forget the rugged way?
Do you?
When your Lv.rt with grief ls sore,
Do you worry St some more?
Do you cry or do you try
Just to think et sun and held
And the blossoms that they yteldf
Do you?
FASHION STRAWS.
Eoonomy In the
Crstonno Parasol
Bridesmaids’ Yellow Gowns.
ThU year one of the unwritten laws
of fashion is Unit 11 :-p<. ial parneol fit
Colors to -match the tlrcfs and, git
must be designed tut each toilet and
that the okl idea of beeJir.ing pos-
sessed of a white or red sunshade
which is destined to do duty on every
occasion Is no longer permissible where
tlio well dressed tyomnn 1h concerned.
A compromise has, however, been
made to economy In the case of the
fi&guKdi wfei£fe accords ad-
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ney alone.” /
This shook me but I kn^w only too
well how the bright and peautiful le-
gions of the romantic ayd the Ideal
could be put to flight, cdhld be hurled
headlong Into the abys^ of oblivion by
the phalanxes of fact..*
“I we what l mue_t A” DM SUT Bl-
and clear, said: “Mr. Speaker, I
voted In the negative by mistake. I
wish my vote to bo recorded In the
affirmative. I am against the bill.”
Amid a fearful silence I took my
seat. NVith a suddenness that made
me leap, a wild and crazy assembly-
man, noted as the crank of gff-
Scientific American
Don’t you know, my dear, that tears
Only add to grief and fears?
Then don’t cry but rather try
Just to smile when clouds are black-
Yau will find tt helps a stack!
Do you?
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Jacksboro Gazette. (Jacksboro, Tex.), Vol. 28, No. 15, Ed. 1 Thursday, September 12, 1907, newspaper, September 12, 1907; Jacksboro, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth729202/m1/4/?q=%22Business%2C+Economics+and+Finance+-+Journalism%22: accessed July 17, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Gladys Johnson Ritchie Library.