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Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1902-12-20

0GQ q NEa4 .,t getting through
wy all rigat, / guess.
Drifting some on the Lit
tie Cimarron. but taat won't do much
cainage.
"Its 80 mae,."
"iyoL, t.-t amt mzch. This teams
good for it.. Coin to start right Of,
n4a'aME"
ne anxious traveller returned to the
Ere III the auinyitlug Office Of the Md
Continental hotel. she was brown
barred, cAeery-faced, and evidently ac-
customed 10 looking out for herself. She
was bound for the Indian school at the
other end Of the stage lne-a position
aNaileG her.
"Al. aboard!" called the driver, and
the passengers hurried into the three
seated c|arryall that served for q stage.
TIE woman sat beside John Carln, the
owner OF Circle Bar rancho. lie tucked
the robes around her and remarked
Mighty poor day for a pleasure ride
slightly" remarked his seat-mate,
smi.iu-, "aud you know what day it is"
Yes, aud we are likely to run over into
Christmas, for The roads may keep US Gus
uatl after midnight, ma'am."
Call me Miss Maeoa-I'm the new in
struc.or."
Better be- prepared for wbatever hap
pens, Miss Macon; this is a tough stretch
II country across the territory
Are Gle Indians bad!' Her eyes grew
hig aud wondering.
Whites are a blamed sight worse than
redskins. We can handle Indians"
But some good men 90 west-very
good men!' The eyes grew softer as she
recalled a memory Of the days back east.
Yes; but, blame EN-, they don't stay
90"
The eyes flashed and she looked ont over
the broad prairie, stretching away in
patches Of brown and white TO the far
horizon. Nor did she renew the conversa-
ton, and the handsome ranchman was
sorry.
The day wore on. They stopped at a
cabin for lunch. They climbed long
slopes and toiled through sandy wastes
whore in s~pringtime would be rushing
rivers. They ratified down the declivi-
ties Of ravines and more than once the
weary horses We're stalled in the drifts
that had been heaped among the dead
sunAowers and ragweeds in the draws. 1t
was a tiresome, cherries journey, and the
five passengers kept mostly their own i'm
Pressions Of its discomforts.
In the late afternoon Miss Macon broke
the silence, taking up the thread of the
mornings discussion: AN old friend of
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4 Whole Dinner
qufd
Mashed Potatoes
BY JESSIE L-LEwELLYN.

1T0HE holiday rush kept Us late, and
although thoroughly tired in mind
Ii and body ! felt no relief upon be-
ing free to leave the crowded store
and return to my cheap boarding house.
slowly / made my way among chattering
clerks, comfortable matrons and fashion
able young women TO the rear exit. | was
horribly conscious Of my frayed jacket,
and the lean leather eharelaine at my side.
'Christmas!" 1 smiled bitterly.
Serves you right for not staying mar
ried, / could hear the last marsh words
OF my maiden aunt as I left the sleepy
village to seek independence and self-re-
poet.
Otter women?" rang the voice, "well,
zen viii be men; be makes a good living
or you, don't he?"
/ heard the key turn in the great store
door, but still l remained on the step,
staring out at the iigats tearfully reflect
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SvnEONS OF SANTA :

n CHANGED into Santa Claus home one
Il N he=e are tie words I heard him
say:
.AA. lie, the lines the manners, the men!
Il used 70 be gil 50 Inherent When
81 was a young Eayn in the long ago
And sped with nay reindeer over The snow.
sThen every no.ae in every land
Gave unto no always q welcome hand.
"And chl-nneys then in the days gone by
T., re not oversiaall ard not oyerhigh,
I'D the stockings they used were the old
fashioned Kind,
~. aul.g in a row auG 80 easy 70 find.
90 de were ~ s.- pc ana al in
geo& g ..
From sarbread man 70 the doll
r.ade OF paste,
But nov rs 50 different He.gho, hear
re sigh!
! mourn for the days in the Land Of
Goneby.
'For now I'm kept busy from carly TIL
in my earnest oudeavors 70 be up to date.
w trirreea rey old beard in the new
NausHss style.
And III ie@d Of @ laugh fve a simpering
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~CANDLESTICKS As GIFTS.
Antique Treasures which May he
Found In JuuSsAo9s.

Antique Treasures which S9ay Be
Found In JuoSaho9s.
Candlestlcks are decorative, util.tari-
an and thoroughly good form What.
then. could be more acceptable FIR
Christmas gifts?
a pair of highly polished brass can
alesricks give an air of distinction to
wen lhe humblest surroundings. Thor
POLISH reflects the thrift Of the house
keeper. and their presence denotes her
good taste.
The genuine antique candlesticks.
with their quaint. simple outlines, are
preferable to the more modern affairs
that are apt to be O tride too Ornote
for really good etiect. The canGlesticks
may often be boUSAt in junGshops for
their frcss weight. and many beautiful
spce'.3 es have been picked up in this
W. e." rho clever and Industrious col
ec; -NrW York Journal.
Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1902-12-20

and the driver were standing In a lone
some row in the struggling moonlight.
Hands upi" and their arms were ex-
tended toward the stars. Miss Macon,
even in her terror, noticed that the con-
stellation Of Orion was nearly overhead.
And then the chief OF the robbers came
10 ner side.
Quick, ma'am, what have you got?"
Something in the tone aroused her and
ihe looked anxiously into the half-masked
ACE Of the handsome frontiersman who
Bent toward her. "In New England men
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The EAKkETC.
bARTIRsBUhL
GRAIN.

Corrected EosryFrida By Aier. Parks.
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mine is ia tas Wes-he was d oa..e
te low. sut a brave one.
len lie is Ht-ed for the west. SucA
men are its pride-if they have the right
ways He added the af.erthougat and
noticed that she started and studied him
keenly, as ii 70 be certain that he meant
nothing of direct ap.l cation. There Is
more than one kind oi bravery" he went
on, more to keep UP tie conversation tnan
because the taougat was original.
She did not answer, and the stage hur-
RED on through the gathering darkness.
Once t1ere was a coyote yell in the dis
tance, and Cariin lett "a glow OF salts
faction as tle graceful form beside him
leaned closer 10 his ulster, as if for pro-
lection
Suddenly, as t4ey went rafting down a
s,ope, tae uogaes on the c%aater, the dead
suuloVers aug.ag 1a either size OF the
road hike scc-in... there was a shot fred
and a cry 81 "iiai, They halted.
Then happened al Usually happens
when a masked group assaults the stage,
ard IN a snort time the five passengers
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ed in the wet pavement, when there came,
from somewhere below my waist line, q
small whine
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nIss,ng rs ,nnnoum.

Kissing is delight unknown to
the Maori M of New Zealand.
When they meet each other, and
wish 10 demonstrate their mutual
affection they grasp each other by
the shoulders and rub their noses
together. In times of sorrow, when
mourning for the death of relative
for instance, two will sit to-
gether and moau by the hour, all the
time rubbing their noses together.
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Ia .ost getting through
10 drivery'
IT'S ali rigat, | guess.
The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-12-07
AMERICAN GIRLS TRAVELS THROUGH EUROPE
nnmn ABOUT Which SHE WRITES
CBY MIRIAM MICHELsoN)


(BY MIRIAM MICHELSON)
Lucerne. Nov. 20
n NE sleeps in ,sarcophagi in Switzer-
u land. My sister and I are quite
accustomed by this time to climb
ing up to our high coffin-Iike beds and
laying US meekly and fatty down, like
dead noble DANES, in diagenaIIy oppo-
sIte corners of the room, under sitting
feather beds
sometimes, though, the feather beds
are welcome, notably on top of the RI
Bl-hulm, where we went as all anna
tours abroad do, to see the sun rise.
Iheres narrow little track, UP
which the stanch little engine pushes
the cars from behind-or backs down in
front of them on the return trip. Odd
nttle engines they are. backing up on
themselves like wary little burros that
nave learned TO put brake on their
hlnd feet on steep grades.
There are masses of ferns on either
SIDE of us as we leave the lake, a dewy.
airlness of green, that is fittingly fairy
IKE Further up the waterfalls begin
TO tumble down and run off across IN
der the track. Now, one knows lust
now the Rhine was made now that he
sees these clear, mad little streams
ddshlng over the high rocks. like a lot
Of boys playing follow the leader. in a
dashlng recklessness Of consequences
Among Beautiful Mountain Scenery.
Up here the scenery becomes typically
Alpine There are chalets backing up
against the mountain in that same aes-
perately stubborn way the engines have
adopted. The trees are hemlock nov.
and they give way to rich green pas
lures, and these TO jagged, gigantic
2OTZoE- IN tot
mountains and mountains. Such inspir-
ing, dominating heights these are. not
d mint OF snow yet, yet nothing domes-
tic about these clear-cut towering
slopes, which. however steeply rigid. are
covered close with the freshest, most
beautiful yerdure. There is not a bare
spot from the edge of the Lake of the
-Four Cantons to the very top of The
Rigi, mile above it.
But when we have climbed this mile
straight up into the sky-the poor little
engine labOrs so that one feels as
though he shared in the efforts it makes
we ma only a sea of mist. A wet
gray blanket hangs over all the uni
verse. Behind it there are marvels to
De seen, and We are up so high that tf-e
whole Swiss world lies at our feet. But
the curtain is down, and we can only
stare blanlzly at it and wonder when
the show is TO begin.
UP the long flights of steps to the ho1el
door, perched somewhere up further in
the mist. Here in the big entrance hall,
summoned by a gong as each trainioad
arrives from below, and standing like
an operate chorus about to burst forth
into Orchestrated melody, is the elegant
head clerk backed by all the walters.
stim in Ions straight black lines and
polished white surfaces; the porters
with their long green aprons; the boots
with their shorter ones; the gold-capped
bus drivers. the majestic, Gothicaliy
decorative and accomplished porter,
ana every blessed maid the big estab-
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GIRLS

hshment possesses, all of them in their
costumes of black piped with red, their
white chemisettes and black velvet
bodices Topped up with a profusion of
SILVER Hlagree chains and buckles and
pins
But, OH the discomfort of this big,
pfetentlouS hotel, up here where the
thermometer registers at freezing point.
and yet there is no fire in the rooms
nor provision for any. We are told off
TO little iceboX of a room, for which
We pay just twice as much as at any
other hotel in Switzerland for not half
SO much comfort. There is an oilcloth
on the foor-oh, pity! And a blast of
lce-new air darts in upon one if the
window be opened the smallest part of
an inch. And over beside the door a
printed notice prays one-no. threatens
him IN. three different languages if ~
care take blanket out of the room TO
wrap about him as ne Wanders like a
lost soul out in a hollow, iceberg hades
in search of the promised glory.
No II isn't very gay up here. And
the only alternative is to stumble out
into the fog. to wander about discon-
soiateiy and yearn and yearn unavaii-
lngly for the sun Queer figures one
meets. There is the tall. fat German.
with the Insignificant features, whom
We call Tommy Traddles, and his wife
They are on their honeymoon and are
shamelessiy unashamed of it, having
Just given an exhibition in the car of
their mutual delight that made every
respectable Anglo Saxon old maid in
the party lose half the scenery on their
side OF the car. But now aven their
ara0r is frozen. There are Tartarin
and the lady. openly labeled Tourist
IN big capitals from the tip of their
suspieiously new and altogether I'M
necessary alpenstocks 10 the nails in
their boots and the cocks feather in
their hats. And they are so much alike
IN their cloak-capes of green, her short
skirt and his knickerbockers. that out
here in fogiand we can't tell them
apart.
Sunshine and Darkness in a Long
Battle.
Sunset is scheduled for O'Clock. But
there IS not the smallest sign of re-
senting on top. The fog and mist are
pouring as from a cauldron from the
unseen depths below. The Tug lake is
lost. The Lake Of the -Four Cantoas
Is lost. A melancholy gIimmer comes
1earfuiiy through the clouds just once
or twice from the searchlight on the
Stanserhorn down at Lucerne. But
there is no hope
Inc nrima donna has been taken sud
denly i'll and the performance is un-
tNoldably postponed. After one more.
last pilgrimage up to the top, after one
last eiinglnS 20 a vain hope, we give it
UP. It's dranp. dreary bedtime. We
are UP at 10 o'clock speculating. on the
sunrise. We are up again al midnight.
IN the terrible. cold stiffness a pale
moon is battling with the clouds. we
are up at 3 O'Clock. Nothing but The
station lights is visible Everything Is
sWa lowed up At 4:45 o'clocls-the hour
get fer The rising Of the curtain-we are
out on top with heavy eyes and red
noses. Tommy Traddles in his great
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WHICH SHE WRITES

There will be the old monastery up
on the hill to see-sO much more inter-
esting than the painfully restored
church-where the baTefOOted, tOnsured
Capuchins in their heavy brown, wool
en- robes and rope girdleS have rude
porringers full of food for every beg
gar who climbs up along the winding
road with its wall of piled-up stones,
and its shrines every dozen yards, pic
turing the way to the Cross. Beautiful
old trees shade the way and the mon
astery garden. shut in by tiled walls,
looks a very haven OF peace and plenty.
The door of the chapel is hooded over
with brown, SQuare-cut rafters, and
within, the pictures of the Virgin are
fringed thickly with crude, mUtely SYM
bOlfcai prayers, tiny, Waxen arms and
legs and hearts and babies, hung there
by devout and unimaginative sufferers
You will find the broad, clean streets
full of English-speaking people as you
descend into the town There are more
English and Americans here than in all
the other continental pleasure places
put tOgether-except Paris And you
viii make your way past the strOlling
women in their pretty, light summer
tOilettes and the men in their linens
and fiannels. down to the old diagonal
bridge. where the WasherWOmen' s
barges are mOOred beside the swift
flowing Reuss, over whose clear. green
water they bend, their muscular arms
beating out the stains
Men and Women of all Nationalities
There.
The Jungfrau looks absurdly unreal
from InterIaken- As you sit facing II
at your window-au Interlaken aces
the Jungfrau, il is d town of shallow
hotels. with no backs 10 them-you adj
nit that il is truly a dramatic thing
but you can't believe it true one. a
great. broad V-shaped piece has been
cut out of the high mountains. and in
this sensational setting the ice queen
and her satellites stand out in the bril-
liant afternoon sun with holiness. a
bigneSs, a purity. q hard immaculate
Whiteness that is altogether too pro-
nounced, too fortunate, too wonderful
TO be true. You have the impression a [
first that some Snowman has held hack
the Titanic curtains for a second IN
order to give you peep at the glory
behind. But though you blink and ru1
your eyes. the thing still stays there.
And then you feel desire to smile pat
ronizingly. and criticise the too palpa-
bic contrasts between the black-green
foreground and the shfmmering. blazing
white behind There is such an evident
intention to overdO, to overpower your
taste and judgment by big, surpris~,.
ing thing. One sees so much OF it, and
at ones ease, that he cannot credit
his good fortune.
Interlaken itself is at its best in the
evening. Then the great procession Of
hotels Il counted forty gOid-cappel
omnibus men at the station. waiting 10
pOunce upon unWary travelers) is al
agloW with light, and in the tea gar
den attached to each band is play
ing. a Spanish dancer. is pirOuetting a
good vaudeville artist is entertaining
The gorgeous Kursaai is crowded with
men and women of al nationalities.
listening to the music. eating and
drinking and smoking, chatting aud
flirting.
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coat meets US and grOwls something IN
his beard to the effect that the thing is
off and there's nothing to see.
1t is 10 O'Clock before the tide of
battle changes. The impotent, irreg-
I ular tentative rays of the SUN make
! a supreme. a mighty effort. and the
lake of lug comes up smilingly green
from below. The Four CantOns' lake
Nows and grows before our eyes till
we arS almost on an island of noun
I tain. PiIatus, Rigis brother and rival,
stands out, and, encouraged by him,
| the Black Forest steps out bravely, and
the Juras are seen way. way off in the
/ low distance.
Into the Harbor of Earth's Beauty
Spot.
And then, suddenly, far up at an in
credible height, the Alps. Way, way,
way up at the upper rim of the cloud
ring they Hft themselves
There is something exquisitely light
about their shining out of infinite
space. They are majestic, for their
bases are lost, as, dazzling white, they
swim out on sea OF clouds of purest
white But they are Supernafurally
lovely and light and inspiring, q 81 be-
yond any spectacle on earth in com
pIeteness and grandeur. They are
precious stones in a setting of pearl
white. They are magic, fairly islands
sailing in a sea of foam. They are
waves of crystal breaking on an in
land lake. They are lights hung out
in the heavens to challenge the sun
They are a dazzling glory and despair
to the behOlder. For they are so high,
high nigh, that there is nothing
earthly in their loneliness. and their
everlasting SHOWS send back a chal-
longing. shining smile to the sun that
evokes them, but seems scarcely higher
To- s-.-~
at an appreciable distance above such
comparative monsters is the Rigi, and
even after the first diamond triangle
detaches itself from the clouds and
fixes itself in the sky. you still look too
low for its neighbOr. When the ''cour-
onnement" is complete you have them
all-the jagged, twin Mythen Tod. the
saucy: the Irregular WindgaIle,
Urirothstock, pointed awry; Titlis, the
glittering; Finsterarhoorn and the
Schreckhorn, and way over to the,
right. in all her icy, aWesome virgfnity,
the JungfTau.
They are all names to you at first.
and you weary of the guides glib pat
ter about them But after one has. in
a way, been present at their birth up
here on the heights. each assumes an
individuality that invests it for always
with a character of its own. But no
pen can give an idea of their iightness.
their beauty. And what the sunrise
must be, no one who is not at once a
Shakespeare to feel it. Wagner to
express il and a Nordica TO sing il
could make you realize
If for some iong-unrecognized virtue
providence IS ia your debt, when you
time has come Tor payment you will
ind yourself arriving ct Lueerne by
way of water. and Just at evening,
when the day has been warm. You
VIII follow the narrow turns through
which the lake squeezes. itself like a
green serpent You viii see, rising
sheer from its bosom, such mountains
The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-12-07
GOOD STATIONERY AND GENIUS
ARE GENERALLY STRANGERS

n NE of the curious problems Of life
is the irreconcilability between art
and stationery. The greater the
genius the worse the stationery, as a
rule The real genius never has a pen
that is fit TO use. unless he borrows it,
On the other hand, the commonplace
person has a writing table appointed
in proportion TO his or her common
placeness, and eliminating in the bore's
perfect paraphernaiia. with sealing
wax. long envelopes and everything
else.
The genius never buys pencil he
picks up his neighbours. As for buying
bl0tting paper-to buy it requires a pc
culiar moral effort. He rarely buys it.
As TO stamps, the genius usually buys
these from her servant, one at a time
She rarely writes letters and conse-
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as you could only conceive If you have
not seen the panorama from the Rigl.
Bowling away from these, there VIII
appear other greater, blacker ones to-
ward the east, and behind these other
greater ones folded back and back,
till in a eliminating perspective, most
dramatically conceived and just in
cup-shaped hollow formed by the last
and greatest, there viii be a frost
crowned Alp shining down at you As
you sail up into the harbOr OF the love-
liest spot on earth (SaVe one, the water
will be covered with a soft, translu-
cent veil Of after-heat and the noun
tains near will be made of a soft haze
of dull blue. Beyond the purple giants
viii tower, with the rose-gold crowned
Alps to the south, and the WhoIe-the
gay promenade along the quay with its
mile-long double row OF giant chest
nuts on delightfully."- intimate terms
with the water, the pretty tennis courts
just at the edge of the lake; the kur-
saaI gardens alive with light and mu-
sic: the pretty villas along the shore,
and the hills TO the west where the
old thirteenth century wall and the
nine lowers are, viii be all STEPPED in
the tenderest lilac, even the dissOlving
melting, changin, iridescent, opales-
cent cream OF the lake itself.
1t may even happen that the evening
of your arrival viii be the night of the
Seenachtfest itself. as was the case
with two travellers 1 know. Then there
will be in addition the gay little regat
Ia with ballets going on amid the cleo
tric lights. And the LucCrne- corner of
the many cOrnered lake viii be starred
with boats with jolly little red Chinese
lanterns. The big hotels viii shine out
in electrically lit lines or festooned in
colored light. The fountains viii spar
kle in green or red or gold.
Red bengal lights win show the medi-
aeval outlines of the peace and war
museum The old covered bridge that
was built about seven centuries ago will
be bridge of light. with its cupOla
and the stOrk on top lovely in blue and
red and gold Pilatus itself THE patron
saint of Lucerne; every Swiss town has
one especial mountain-and a certain
sort of chocOlate-shrined in all hearts
and above all heads) comes out of the
fog and sends a greeting ray of light.
The StanserhOrn's searchlight and gilt
tering road clear up to the top VIII DO
its best, S0nnenberg viii be aglow with
red light. And from the bridge a grand
burst of rocks viii end in an Arnold
Winkelried statue IN points Of flaming
light.
Visit to a Monastery and Historic
Places.
The next morning sou will take j
walk through the town and see the
Lion of Lucerne. 1t was superb to cut
it out of the solid rock, after leveliflg
off the face of the high cliff. leaving
every crack and seam as nature had
builded it, and then third the distance
from the bottom. scoop out the rock
for a shallow cave, and in it chiss1 the
beautiful big, wounded animal. one
paw lying in pitifuf helplessness over
the ledge. the big. broad head bent, the
great. strong body quiveTing in the last
agony 1t was fine, poetic thought Of
Thorwaldsen's. but l fail to see its ap-
pliCation To the death of Louis XyI's
Swiss guards.
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The cape and collar are -oruamented bv
stitching.
The third is of hopsacking strapped
IN bands of taffeta. which are stitched.
The fourth is q gown really for sec
ond mourning, as it is so elaborate. It
is made of broadcIoth. The Iacing down
the front Of the blouse is done in heavy
black cord. y
The fifth is a three-ouarter coat
strapped in bands of the same cloth as
the gown, ornamented wits. black cro-
cheted buttons. Black lynx or Russian
lamb muffs are carried with these sim
pie street suits.