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Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-06-30

Of q small ravine Just around the
slight elevation in the prairie stoou d q,
covered wagon or prairie schooner
as they are Familiarity termed IN the
West ,,.
A pair of sOrreI mules tied to the rear
end of the wagon were busily engaged
i'm eating their evening meal Of corn
and dry grass out of the wagon box A
man came out of the shanty with a lrS :
ing pan in his hand and held 1t out
over a fire in front of the dwelling
"HeUo thar exclaimed Joe, angriiy:
what in the blazes air We dom hyar!
The stranger turned and looked al
the visitor for a moment, and then SAID
quietly. "Fryin' meat
Joe's anger rose. oh. We air. air We?
wall. as We seem to be so smart meb6e
We can tell me whose claim We air
squattin' on"
Il reckon kin; hits mine"
Hit is?'
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-06-30
NOTED WIDOWS IN WASHINGTON

Social Advantages the Capital City Oilers
to Women in Bereavement.
washington. June 24.-For a woman
of means and leisure, who has outilYed
a famous husband there is no other
place equal to Washington in the Unit
cd States in social advantages. Perhaps
there is no other city that can SHOW
tax list where the names Of so many ia
nous men are kept alive through their
widows. There is certainly no other
city where the married woman always
has the right of way. presidency over
tho most beautiful younger one, who, IN
other cities. queens it in society. II the
married woman is distinguished, ac-
comDlished in the ways Of the world,
though she may have lived IN retire
ment of widowhOod many years and her
hair be white as snow, still she can re-
t.,rn at any time to the scenes OF former
social successes and no can dispute or
contest her right to be there. Her hus-
hands fame still surrounds her; none
fail to do her reverence.
Among the older set OF resident Wild
ows are Mrs. Harriet Lane Johnson,
President Buchan2ns niece; Mrs. James
G Blaine. Nine Bonaparte, Mrs. Jean
Davenport Lander, the retired actress;
Mrs. Madeline Vinton Dahlgren and
Mrs. Tulloch, widow of the late Thomas
TullOch.
The newcomers are Mrs. Geo. W.
Childs, of Philadelphia, and Mrs. l. 5.
Grant. All these women and several
more-notably Mrs. Henry Earle
daughter of a Governor of South Caro-
lina-own homes of their own in most
desirable localities.
Mrs. James G. Blaine is neither hand
nor amiable-to the public-but she can
Law claims to fine looks of the imperi-
Gus cast. and carries herself with dig
nifty. She has friends who cannot eXtol
her virtues too high as wife, mother ana
woman. but have never known of any
woman in public life Of whom there has
been such bitter things said. No Won
der she runs and shuts herself in when
a CORRESPONDENT comes knocking at her
door. The cruel stabs they have given
her. through venom or spite, have
helped to confirm her in what at first
NAV have been a slight, wOmanly disin-
CIlndtlO0 10 Ut ldlAtU abOh" -
rows since she came to Washington
have been many and swift, and should
have protected her. She probably re-
mains here for business considerations,
because the property is mostly here and
must be looked after.
Mrs. Phil Sheridan is neither old nor
Young. Personally she is very attract
i've and she occupies handsome resi-
dence of red brick on Rhode Island ave
nue. Mrs. Sheridan has several chill
dren of her own, notably pair OF twins
daughters. and one son. Her sympa-
thies 90 out to all children, especially
those little ones born to misfortune and
pbvsical suffering. Mrs. Sheridan is a
member of the Executive Board OF the
Invalid Children's Hospital. Indeed,
tbe wealthy widows of Washington all
find enough to do in that line, being
much sought for as members Of boards
of management of charitable institu-
tions. Mrs. John a. Logan has always
been al the head of the Lady Board OF
Managers of the Garfield Hospital. as
also has Mrs. Lander been Unidentified
with much charitable work. Mrs.
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-06-30

Dame Rumors tongue wags about Mrs.
Sartoris Her widows weeds have al
ways been worn lightly, as her mar
riage was notably unfortunate and I'M
happy. 1t is said she is about to
change her name, and that Mrs. Grant
will select Washington as her perma-
nent residence and buy a house for her
self
Mrs. Sartoris is a blonde, and is still
very attractive woman, although her
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-06-30

son is old enough to be at the Univer-
sity of Oxford, England. as student.
Mrs. George w. Childs, who is the
very wealthy widow of the great Phil
adelphia editor, is building fine res
idence of the colonial type here,
though with certain Philadelphia mod
ifications, such as the tight, white out
side board window blind. The interior
is to be finished in the natural woods
and furnished most neutrality-suspicious.
ing Telegram.
Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-06-30

Thomas Tulloek is known as the cham
pion lady treasurer of city charities, she
holding that Office for at least a dozen
such institutions, and her accounts
come out just right.
Among the most noticeable of the
newcomers are President Grants wild
ow and his daughter, Mrs Nellie Grant
Sartoris. Last winter they spent part
of the time at the Arlington and a para
in a hired house out in the west end.
The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-04-11
A PRETTY CORNER.

There is often an unused hall room that can be taken for this purpose, and only needs little ingenuity on the part of the fair owner to make 1t a very holy of holies.
 Such den has been evolved by a Brooklyn girl, with her great-grand- mas brocade curtains for starting point. The room, a second-story hall room in a wide, ol$fashioned house. built when land was something less than thousands of dollars front foot, was vacant by reason of the fact that the son and heir is away at college. , The paper, pinllish cream and gold. and the woodwork, also of pinlSish cream, lent themselves readily to color scheme of blue and cream, suggested hby the aforesaid brocade curtains of an exquisite silk and linen texture and of the most fashionable and delightful shades of blue.
 The door leading into the hall was taken from Its hinges and one of the wide curtains hung in its place from q pole of cream enamel and gold. In the deep window a seat was fitted and cushioned with blue corduroy; Moorish frctwork was placed across the top, and from this fell a second curtain, di- vided in the middle and looped back at either side. Close to the glass under heath the shades the window was cur tained with sheer white curtains like the rest of the house. On the wall at the right stood capacious box lounge covered with the brocadc. The pillows had washable covers of white linen em- broidered with the motif of the bro cade in blue Roman flo0s In the box underneath some of madcmoiselle's party dresses rcpose at full length.
 Opposite, nearly the whole length of the room, stand low book shelves of oak filled with rare and dainty edi- tions of her favorite authors, while the top is used for the display of bric-a- brac and souvenirs of her last trip abroad. On the right of the window as you enter is placed the low bamboo tea table, with it's pretty appointments, md at the left Is the oak desk cozily filtered with writing materials Two low easy chairs, work basket and some beautiful etchings and photo graphs in oak or white and gold frames complete the charming interior.
The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-04-11
EASTER ARITHMETIC.
How Dots Five Eggs Grew to Ten. and
 Back Again to Five.


 Back Again to Five.
 "There are just three dozen eggs in the pantry, believe" said Mrs. Brown on Easter Monday, as she gathered ut the breakfast dishes. You children may have them if you really wan, them; there will be just six apiece. I'll boil them and color them for you and I hope you'll have no end of fun with them" .....
 All right, mammal" "Hurrah for Easter eggs!" "Six for mel" "Won't that be fun," Be sure to boil lem hard!" 'I want blue onesn' So it went, from fourteen-year-old Bob to four-year-old Bessie. ''' Into the kettle rolled three dozen fresh white eggs, but one had thin shell, so only thirty-five came out whole, and, of course, nobody knew whose egg was broken.
 ''Six into thirty-five five times, and five over," said twelve-year-old Daisy. Now, who's the five over'2 You, Bob?" "I wouldn't give a cent for less than half a dozen," said Bob, gloomily. Isn't five enough for you, Bess? You're the littlest."
 'I dot to have sits" said Bessie, firmly.
 "I don't need but five," said Dot, who was eight years old. "I couldn't eat six if tried"
 When the eggs were finished and counted out, Dot had gone to a neigh bor's with message from mamma. She was always the one to run errands, or go upstairs, or hunt up lost things. Bob remembered that, and followed his mother into the pantry to say: Just put this biggest one with Dots; she ought to have it.
 Presently Daisy edged up to the kitchen table and whispered: Here's the prettiest of mine, mamma. That's for Dot"
 Later the twins came together on the same errand, and finally little Bessie remarked: "I dess I don't want sits" and one of hers went, too.
 So, when Dot came back, she was very much surprised to find ten eggs instead of five.
 What nice childrenw she said "Whatever made 'em think of that? But where are your eggs, mamma? You didn't count yourself at all, and l know you like eggs Now there'll be five for you and five for me, and we'll just every one of us have five apiece, won't we?"-Youth's Companion.
The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-04-11
Dance of the Sun.

In many parts of Ireland and Eng land in olden days the belief obtained that on Easter morning the sun danced in honor of the resurrection. On the evening of Holy Saturday great prep arations were made for the finishing of Lent; many fat hen and dainty piece of bacon were put in the pot by the cotter's wife, and woe to the per son who should taste it before the stroke of twelve, but at that hour would be heard the clapping of hands and cries of "Out with the Lentr All would be feasting and merriment for few hours, when the good people would retire, to rise about four o'clock in order ito see the sun dance." This custom was not confined to the hum ble laborer and his family, but was ob- served by educated and wealthy people as well. An allusion to this supersti- tion occurs in an old ballad, which says:
 " But, Dick, she dances such Q wayi
 No sun upon an Easter day
 Is half so fine Q sight"
 Chicago Tribune.
The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-04-11
When selecting . We'll.

The salesgirl at the veil counter has some good ideas. Buy wide enough veil, she urges, always double width, unless it is over . close bonnet; buy . good quality-the flimsy rags are the most expensive in the end, and never look well at any time of their service; select one of fine net, with far-apart small dot; the cross-barred meshes make lines on the face that are exactly like wrinkles, and the sprigged and be- figured ones are equally unbecoming, don't use an edged veil, it only malsea thick look about the throat as all wells now are gathered under the chin, not left hanging free, and above all, don't wear a veil after it is torn; slit across one eye or on the nose, or show- ing bit of hair, is intolerable, and spells an otherwise effective toilet, and finally, always pin, never tic, g veil.
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might come when Paul would be th.

might come when Paul would be thu same loving Paul of other daya Sh, could detect no trace of love in his look none in his voice. The thought wal one of agony.
 You bestow the greatest of blessing, upon me and thenr-her voice was al. most a whisper-''you break my heart"
 The lover's forced composure vanished, instantly. "Neverl Never!" he exclaimed. Do you not see, dar. ling, that love you as dearly as ever, that have been trying to conceal my love and that it was killing" He did not complete the remark, but kissed the rosy lips
 No one saw this pretty tableau. The songster in his gilded cage turned his head and sang louder than ever.
 "I have been exceedingly fortunate since going west" Mir. Webber re- marked with pardonable pride, but, dear, my interests may suffer if I do not soon return. Can you consent to be married at once?"
 The beautiful Easter service was held in the building where Juliet had spent many days longing for, and ex- pecting, happiness but oh, not all the joy that was hers to-day!
 "Dear!" she whispered, "Christ as- cended into Heaven on Easter, and T." pausing not to think what an odd comparison she was making-'I have gained both Heaven and earth on Easter. B. Baker, in House. kanner
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she thought of little else. Oh, the bit terneSs of that thought

she thought of little else. Oh, the bit- terness of that thought!
 'I have been thinking" Juliet con- tinued, that it is a glorious thing to have true friends. All of mine have deserted me but you, Belle. Do you think Paul Webber would have con- tinued to love me through-through everythingP"
 "fes, know it." the other replied. Juliet, dear, Is used to wonder how you could be so indifferent to that good man when he fairly idolized you"
 "Belle!" Juliet cried, ''I did love him! wonder why Iacted such fool"
 Two years ago, Paul Webber had lav- ished upon this girl all the devotion his manly heart was capable of be- slowing. His were not the pleasing features which win for many worth less man the affection of foolish girls. Perhaps it was this very fact which made Juliet's peachy skin and dancing blue eyes attract him. One of her thoughtless remarks, which he had overheard, crushed all his bright hopes.
 'Oh, yes," she said heartlessly, to some of her young friends who were trying to banter her, "I really think l should love him desperately if I were not compelled to see him."
 The last straw! Soon after this he was in western mining camp. One cannot always escape from ones old life. To this western miner, some one brought word of the sorrow which had come to her whom he loved. Would she love me now that my home Illness would be hidden from her view?" he asked himself There was no malice in the question, only a great burning love which knows no barrier, which halls even blindness as blessing if it will give love for love. Instantly Paul thought himself the unworthiest of men.
 All is excitement in the little rooms are tears and kisses. Then the pretty sightless young girl js assisted into the cars by such kind-hearted, gentle manly man. As the train speeds away, she wonders if all who enter the blind asylum as charity patients" are treat ed with so much consideration.
 A brief note, naming the day upon which an escort would be sent, threw the little household in frenzy of de- light. Perhaps she would once more behold the light of day! The very thought was overwhelming,
 Doctor" she said, one day, to her physician, twill my sight be restored? Don't give me false hope" she pleaded. "Oh, you wouldn't do that, would you?" she added, pitifully.
 In her excitement she grasped the good mans hands.
 I've are positive we will be able to effect complete cure" Dr. Greene said. Then he added something about "worse cases," but she heard 1t not "T will see! will see!" her pretty lips were whispering. Her very soul was thrilled with the glorious thought.
 What a noble charity such an insti- tuition isl" she remarked, one day.
 You are mistaken, my dear; 1t is a private asylum. All of its inmates are pay patients.
 The girl sprang to her feet. "Dr Greene" she cried, "how came here
The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-04-11
SELF-ROCKING CRADLE.
A Novelty That VIII He Welcomed by
 Many Tired Mothers,

A cradle set in motion by cloclwork mechanism is certainly novelty, and
 will be welcomed by many overworked mothers and nurses. In outward ap- pearance this novel cot is much the same as the ordinary wire net bassi- nette, suspended between two upright supports, the motor being inclosed in a metal casing, which is fixed in the front part of the cot. The mechanism is wound up with key and started by a button, when it will produce steady and noiselcss rocking motion at a very slow and gentle speed, lasting from one to forty minutes. The swinging motion can be stopped and restarted at will by n simple eontrivance, and the
The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-04-11
HUMOROUS.
"A designing man Ihate!" cried Nell, With Scornful head erect. And yet within year she loved And wed an architect!

And wed an architect!
 N. 0. Times Democrat.
 A Great Risk. k.-He-"A little lxnowl. edge, don't you know. is dangerous thing" She-"Yes, know. Have you had your life insured?'-Detroit Free Press.
 -"Ef women" said Uncle Eben, lam ez contrary ez some folks 'clah's dey is, de bes' way ter git 'em out of wantin' suffrage am ter tell 'em dey gotter vote. e."-Washington Star.
 --Wife--'I am afraid you are not en- toying my dinner. What are you think ing of?" Husband-''I was thinking that there must be misprints in your cook "-Fliegende Blatter.
 Hts all nonsense, dear. about we'd ding cake. l put an enormous piece under my pillow and dreamed of no- body" "Well?" And the next night l ate it and dreamed of everybody."- Life.
 Tt is astonishing what a poor memory I have" complained the sad faced man with the yellow goatee.
 W Cdh tNOH SLlON- ing-room funny story. y."-Indianapolis Journal.
 -Green-'Tm dreadfully troubled with insomnia. I simply can't go to sleep at night" Brown-"Why don't you make up your mind that you have to catch midnight train and resolve to stay awakeg'-N. Y. Herald.
 
 -Meekly-"I think we will have rain, my dear" Mrs, Weekly Every strong-minded)-" presume beyond your province. When did I authorize you to use the plural. I am going to have some rain."-Philadelphi h. quirer.
 -"Scribbleton Rimes has the Du Maurier craze the worst of anybody I've yet seen," said a young man. What has he been doing?" He asked me yesterday if didn't think the feet in his poetry reminded one of Trilby's" Washington Star.
 A barber, after applying some sticking plaster to gash made with the razor, prepared, nothing daunted, to continue the operation, Customer Al only fight up to first blood. The duel is at an end; let us shake hands" I'll Motto per Riders>
 -'Gentlemen, cant lie about the horse; he is blind in one eye" said the auctioneer Tie horse was soon knocked down to citizen who had been greatly s'cruck by the auctioneer's honesty's. ard after paying for the horse, he said: You were honest enough to tIell me that this animal was blind in one eye. Is there any other defect?" "Yes, sir, there is. He is also blind il the other eye" was the prompt reply. y."-Tit-Bits,
The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-04-11
Dainty AImond sIacaroons.

Pound four ounces of blanched almonds fine in a mortar, with one tablespoonful of rose water. Beat the whites of four eggs to stiff froth and then gently stir into them half pound of powdered sugar and the pounded almonds. Drop them by the teaspoon full on buttered pans or on white paper, dust them lightly with powdered sugar and bake them slowly for about twenty minutes in a rather cool oven. Almonds are blanched by letting them lie in boiling water for few moments until the skins rub off easily with cloth.
The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-04-11

unable to finish. The young companion placed her arms tenderly around the speairer's neck.
 .-Oh. it is terrible to be-this way" It WAS so hard to say blind" when its meaning was so real. Juliet Markley and Belle Ellis were both under twen- ty. and both were penniless and or phans. One could see that they had LnoVn better days, but memories of other times could not supply the wants of the ever present now.
 Despite the modest little dressmak- er7s sign upon their door, anything could be ordered from the hemming of a sheet to the most elaborate embroid- cry.
 Alas for the exquisite flowers which ,rr,v beneath Juliet's hands while her uatron slept the sleep of the-indiffer- ept. She arose from bed Of sickness to find her eyes, which had been llkened to pansies. shrouded in darkness. She remembered attending great recep- tio1 when a little goldcn-haired child. '. vyas piyen in honor of noble Eng Ijxhmau whom people were nonizinR' And this great man came where she was standing by her fathers side. ..What eyes!" he had exclaimed. What vvould Turner do with that faee!' Then he had begged the privilege" of a kiss from the little "lass, and she' ehiIdlike, threw her arms about his neck end kissed him, because he had
 such a good, kind look"
 She thought nothing of his compli- rnents. She was used to them. She i asked her father who Turner" was and upon being informed that he was E great artlst, innocently wondered .ayvhat he would do with her face" All bar life she had heard of her eyes; now
The Coconino weekly sun., 1895-04-11

in pay institution-I, who haven't a cent in the world?"
 Dear miss, it is the work of a good, kind friend"
 Juliet could think of no 'friend" but Belle, dear Belle, who was as poor as herself.
 ''Tell me who it is," she said, eager ly.
 You shall know" was the reply. "Let me see, tomorrow will be Easter. We'll, if everything is favorable, we will remove the bandages tomorrow. :" ''Then want to behold my benefac- tor before any other living soul" said Juliet.
 Ut can all be arranged. You shall sec" The girl thought that the last word was "her;" however, she did not hear distinctly.
 The momentous day had come. Miss Juliet, your friend will remove these cloths. I"must go to another patient who requires my services"
 Kind old Dr. Greene beckoned to some one who stood near the door.
 Gently, so gently the coverings were moved. Sudden light might shock the delicate nerves. Then the beautiful eyes, those "pansy" eyes, looked straight into her benefactor's face.
 "PauU"
 A brief silence followed which was broken by Juliet.
 Paul, don't deserve this, after the way treated you!"
 q do not blame you," he replied. q am glad can render service to ar old friend" He was struggling hard to appear calm. "Now that I have done so, will go back to the old camp"
 Juliet had fancicd that the tim