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Los Angeles herald., 1905-11-05
Boy HnD GTRr y, By Inez Haynes Gilmore
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korstic bpt that is not such fun and
hurts like time. Have you got any watts
and where aare they? / bett you
haveent-a girl Is different from boy
I'm most anything especially watts.
would not be a girl for untold welth.
My mother says girls has their fun
to but wouldent give much for their
fun. I think you are bully girl becuz
you don't like to be one
your boy"
One afternoon he strolled out into
the garden and lay down In the shade.
He did not realize that he was going
to fall asleep until presently the voices
of children talking on the other side
of the hedge awakened him. Dreamily
he listened to their chatter. Suddenly
something caught his ear that made
him sit UP straight. What he heard
brought a dull red color to his face.
He bit his lips I'm vexation. Then he
smiled. In few minutes he returned
to his room. He took out his corre-
spondence of the past week and read
1t through, apparently, II the expression
of his face was to be trusted, from a
new point of view.
At last he went over to his trunk
and brought out some field glasses from
| 1t. He went to the window and tugged
| smartly at the little telephone. Then
with the glasses to his eyes he waited.
What he saw evidently satisfied him,
| because he went back to his desk This
Is the letter he wrote presently:
Dear Unknown-Boy was taken 10
the hospital for the operation nine days
| ago. His mother said nothing to her
| lneighbors about 1t, as she wanted Boy
to think 1t was a natural, simple sort of
thing, and because she wanted to avoid,
If possible, the inevitable calls of SYM
pathy. His bachelor uncle has been oc-
cupying the nursery during his absence,
and, partly for the romance of the thing
and partly out of pity for the little sick
girl opposite, he took up, in Boys name.
| q correspondence that Boy had left.
/ He had just found out that Girl also
has been sent away. and that a very
pretty lady has been living in her room
for ten days. Dear pretty lady, won't
you please let me call on you this after
| noon-this very minute, in fact-and
take up our friendship where it has
begun?"
He signed his name in full, and he
added Che result of an afterthought):
| "P. 81 hope it is true about the
| freckles on your nose"
He put the note in the basket and
hobbed it across the way. Then he took
up his glasses.
The basket came back after a long
time.
Boys Uncle-Girl was sent away to
the seashore over a week ago. Her
mother plying the loneliness of the
little sick lad over the way, said moth
ing about her absence, and asked me to
answer any letters that might come to
| Girl in the basket.
you may come to see me now If you
will bring my half of the correspon-
dence with you"
To this she had signed all her names,
and she added:
"P. SIT is true about the freckles."
Boys uncle put down his glasses and
took up his hat.
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goats. The so-called "tennerin," or
milkmaids, living up on the Alps with
the cows during the summer and maxi
ing cheese, wear the same habiliment,
but only for convenience.
Even in the foothills OF the upper
Bavarian mountains an occasional pc
culiar looking, manly form may be seen
busily engaged, proving on nearer in
spection to be a woman who has
donned trousers for greater convent
ence in working, though she has there
by thrust her aesthetic sense far in the
background. A field worker would, by
her appearance, hardly attract the least
exacting of men, although she may not
necessarily be ugly. Such an appari-
ton will completely nonplus the city
man on whose astonished gaze it bursts
for the first time Women In this at
tire are also met along the shores
Of the mountain lakes. for work in
the high roads or on swamp ground is
rendered much easier by this costume,
To the rural adorer her toilet Is by no
means repellant; she is every bit as at
tractive to him in her awkward garb
as i'm all the glory Of her Swiss Sunday
best.
To the herdswoman toillng high up
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When the summer season has passed
and all work in the fields ceases and
the cattle have been driven TO the val
leys, no mountain girl would dream of
showing herself in trousers. After the
working time is over she would ap-
pear just as conspicuous and contrary
to custom to the villagers as to us. If
there is any woman then who has the
privilege of going about in trousers 1t
is the old messenger. who makes trips
from farm to farm, from hamlet to
hamlet, to supply the housewives with
odds and ends, for the sake of which
1t is not worth while to make the trip
to village or city merchant the mes
senger collects the various articles
ordered. and carries them up to the
mountains In spite of winter storms
and SHOWS. IT is not difficult to under
stand that this woman should have
adopted trousers. which she supple
ments with thick woolen galters, for
a woman wading through deep snow
drifts and carrying a heavy load in
addition, cannot be bothered holding up
her skirt, especially since she needs
both umbrella and alpenstock-eit or
both being in constant use. After all,
1t must be admitted that In certain
cases the sex is entirely justified In
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in the Alps trousers have become truly
an indispensable article OF clothing.
Their duties are such that skirts would
prove to be a real obstacle to them,
and they soon learn to feel perfectly at
home in boys clothes. The Alpine Wis
itor, who Is served by an exceptionally
pretty and youthful herdswoman, is
very apt to have his ardor dampened
If, after short absence, she suddenly
appears in this unique apparel instead
of the usual costume of the country in
which she first greeted his eyes. In the
Tyrolean Alps women are occasionally
met who have gone so far as to
wear the local short trousers of the
mountaineers. which, together with the
bodice and the little round straw hat,
are at times very becoming.
Linen trousers are also common in
this district. These are shortened to
the knee, while of course wool stock
ings serve the same purpose as the
trouser legs. This costume has proved
eminently practical for milking, for
the herdswoman who must do her
work balancing herself on one
legged stool with a milk pail between
her knees has in this way assured
herself the greatest ease OF movement.
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smile bring us some cold trout Vlnal-
grette and eggs in Tarragon jelly She
blew a ring of perfumed smoke into the
mans face THAT will do, Tibbetts,'
she said.
The clam pie tendency in literature
can be said to be directly opposed to the
cold bath and afternoon tea school.
They are antagonistic to a degree that
causes advocates of the pure and whole
some story epitomized by blue jeans to
sneer fiercely at any fiction with tend
ency to good clothes, to an ordinary
manner of speech or the presence of
servants, cabs or expensive foods in its
pages.
The cold bath hero is, of course, a
direct opposite OF the rolling towel man.
The substitution of sherry and biscuits
or tea and mullins is a distinct blow 10
those two staples of the quaint homely
life-the cruller and the boiler dinner.
The Tuxedo jacket is mortally opposed
| to the blue flannel shirt and one sus-
| pender.
/ GIVE us simplicity" cry the enthu-
siasts of the hayseed story, confusing
simplicity somehow with cows, just as
so many artists assume that sheep and
nature are identical. To be pure In
theme it seems we must write of pigs
rather than peacocks and choose the
| man in oyerallS instead of the chap In
knickers. A monocle and a Piccadllly
accent are immoral, but to wear a chm
whisker and talk through your nose is
to be a child of nature. Crullers are
elemental and for the masses, while to
haw-haw is quaint and simple, but 10
he-he is horrid.
1t is true that no cowslips grow in
Broadway and that hand in hand with
intelligence and life in cities there go
| a repression of emotion and clean cor
rectness of speech and dress that make
for less picturesque outside than that
of the peasant in or out Of Of comic p opera "a;
the farmers life, the poetry of the
pump and the charming urban sim
plicity of the general rolling towel
which, like the hotel toothbrush, unless
the note of simplicity with the merit
of economy, may we not admit some
tithe of romance and interest to the life
we wot of that throbs In the nigh
walled city. the city of clubs and shops
and hotels, of flats and dinner coats and
gowns that shine.
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tiums. vivid, velvety, dew laden. I'm
derneath was a note. He clutched
eagerly at II.
"Dere boy-I ett the pepper mint and
I got the chocklit all over my clene
Mite and Mother was Mad and had to
have a new one and promise to be more
carful the next time whitch | Will. /
will play dessert eyeland with you "
you will play house with me when we
are well. Today 1 am going to make
believ that am n Princess that is con-
find in a towur by her cruil unkle and
will not excape until tomorrow when
the prince will rescue me and put me
on my thron and live happy ever af-
terwoods This is all now, yours sim
cerely Girl"
Before he went to breakfast he scrib-
bled off an answer.
Dear girl-Did you ever read Rob-
erson Kruso its a dandy. l would
rather live on a dessert island or fite
| the Indians I'm the far west than be a
prime. But / will help you to eskape
YOU did unit spell eskape wright. You
must lett down your golden hair out of
the window some moonlight night and
l will elm up to your touer window.
| That's what they always do in the fairy
stories. Have you redd the blue,
| greene yellow red fairy book. Here is
! the greene one which l will lend to
you with hopes that you will enjoy 1T.
"Your truley boy
When he returned from breakfast the
basket was hanging outside the sill.
Keeping in the shadow OF the curtains
that he might not be discovered by the
alert blue eyes opposite, ne pulled thls
note out of the box.
"Dere boy--My mother says 1t is
| spelled escape so you weren't emmy
| lrbH L I
book that you sent once l read
| About princess that excaped
| nv changing into bird. Lets
| play I do every mite until my hair
| grows longer. 1t woodent reech down
| more than one storey now and my t'a-
ther wants me to have 1t cutt off. Which
I would like even If the boys did call
me shavey head the barbor. 1t VIII not
| have to be combed which hurts more
than tung can tell. 1t isunt so much
J fun being girl. You cannot have a
| good time becuz you have to be little
lady and when am groan up l am go
ing to stop beeing a little lady. Heres
a book that is simply elegunt 1t is AL
ace in Wonderland and the things thai
happen to her. Wait till you come tc
the mad jeopardy. My mother says she
hates people who always say don't you
know your Alace but I think you ort
to read about Alace.
Sincerely your Girl.
"P. s. Alace wasent a little lady
don't think. Almost every thing she
thinks is what 1 think"
| His reply was as follows:
"Dere girl-Plees do not have youl
hare cut of as 1 can never clim up tc
your towere if you did. Have you go
freckels on your nose 1 ust to have
them on my arms and legs to anf
wunce 1 had nine watts. You get then
from toads and you have to rub then
with meet in the moonlight and ther
bury the meet and when the meet !!
all rottun the watts will go away, II yol
wanted to YOU could burn them will
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a good time when we are well. Will
you play dessert land with me when
you are well. Hear is some candy but
guess you'd better ask your mother if
you can eat it first. My mother says
peppermints wunt hurt anybody so
no more, now. Yours truley Boy"
He spent the next afternoon and
evening away with his sister. 1t was
midnight when he returned. In the bas-
ket was a red, white and blue lead pen
Gil and note. The latter was merely:
Are you a goop?"
He answered it Immediately.
'Dere girl I'm every COOP but Abed.
nego, and I'll be that you bett if 1 ever
get out of bed and my Mother says
she won't blame me eether. I have
three goopbooks. Isent it funny l
could recite all the COOP books
threw when 1 was little and never
made mistake and my mother
was prowd of me and now
know how to read and have for
gotten all the verses and often make
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"Dere girl Alice is CRATE golly don't
I wish / had a bottle of drink me
Witch would you drink the one that
made you big or the one that made
you small. My hare is black and aw
full curly don't you tell anybody it is
always cutt as close as the barber can
do it. Do you know then without n bit
of trubel Arrerminter blu a bubbel and
she bloc another bubbel and she blue
another bubbel and she blew another
bubbel. Boy
The correspondence grew absorbing.
A week went by. He had on the table,
at it's end, a pile of childish scrawls
and, sometimes, he was guilty of the
foolishness of reading them over from
beginning to end. The sound of the
telephone could summon him to the
window any time. He made generous
inroads on his trunkful of foreign
things and sent over sea treasures, one
by one, on perilous route through the
air.
In return he had a collection of offer
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mistakes. You dident say wether you
had frekels. Your boy.
"P. S. Whitch COOP are you?"
In the morning came:
"Dere boy, have frek<les on one
cheek and Z on the other and 1 could
ent count on my nose as they lapp over.
have no watts ennywhere at all be-
cause never took up a toad. l am all
the goops two except Stingessie. l am
a great Gable whitch means chatturbox.
went to the theatee once and saw
the Wizud of o. The ladiz skins was
awful funny colors. l read the green
fairy book most throo, and L love most
amy fairy tale. Today I am going to
play that 1 am the Sleeping princess
in the woods. Have you read Alace,
have n doll house with rooms once
my little cousin got in and her arm
stuck out just like the picture of Alace
when she is so big. Is your hair curly
and what color is It,
Your sincere Girl"
He replied
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after the first furry Of their
- greetings was over. They
sent for, him yesterday. l was almost
sorry. as / wanted you to see him so
much. but of course l was more glad.
you're wonderful, Amy" her broth
er said. admiringly. You are as serene
as II he'd Just gone on a visit. Have
you heard?"
cessful. I'm going to him this after
noon"
"Poor little chap. I've brought a
trunk full of things to him. How long
will 1t be2"
His sister turned away. "Oh, weeks,
she said after a pause, and in a DARK
room. But now come up stairs-I m
giving you the nursery. It's the coolest
room in the house"
ooh. 1 say" he commented delight
edly. glancing about the big room,
this is prime. 1 shall work like bea-
YER A big table and a Norris chair
and a fireplace. You tempt me to stay
into the winter" He walked over 10
the window. "Oh, by Jovel" he ex-
claimed.
al first his near-sighted gaze seemed
to fall into amorphous masses of grass
and bush that blended, further away,
into wall of green through which
single loophole let in patch of mild
blue sky AS he concentrated his gaze
he saw that the grounds to the house
were screened in front by a file OF
plumy wineglass elms. He squtnted his
eye little.
"What are those ropes running from
the Window"
"Oh. that--that's Boys telephone. 1t
runs to the house across the court.
There's a little girl there who's been
-t..
of measles and perfectly dreadful after
effects. Boy thought up the scheme OF
this little telephone. It's only double
line of rope on pulleys with a basket
suspended They've had so much fun
out of 1t, sending each other notes.
Only fancy. it's been going on for six
weeks and they've never seen each
other. Boy was so excited. He made
me tack up bluebells, that I'd done
with water colors, outside the win
dow"
Good Lord! it takes youngster to
think up a really romantic situation,
her brother reflected. What sort of a
little girl is she-does she play up?"
"Oh, she's a love. 1 wish [ had just
such another, She's a perfect little
bunch-all golden curls, freckles and
fat legs. The kind of little girl that's
almost as extinct as the dodo. There
used to be plenty of them in our days
Boy calls her Girl and she calls him
Boy. Their notes are something SIM
ply delicious"
Her brother listened absently. TITS
charming" he said, and he continued
to stare there for a second or two,
musing.
That night when he was going to bed
some sudden, whimsical impulse light
ed his face with smiles. He seated
himself at the table and began to
write. This was the note that he pres
emily finished:
"Dear Girl am so sorry that yor
don't get we'll of the measles that
don't know what to do. 1t tisunt any
fun being sick is it but we will have
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ings that included n pearl handled
knife, a penny with a hole in it, sew
eral foreign stamps, 81 fat, red diary
and small blue note book. One night
at dinner time the basket had brought
him a little pie with his initials cut into
it's upper crust. often there came cook
les and doughnuts, and once tremb-
ling jelly and whip cream segment of
pudding.
He opened one of the boxes of candy
that were stacked on his table, hunted
assiduously for chocolate peppermint
and put it into the basket with the
note. Then he pulled at the line until
the rope would pull no longer.
He was awakened the next morning
by the whirr of the rope through the
chirring chimneys. He sprang to the
window. snatching UP his glasses. II
seemed to him that through the loop
hole in the green wall he could see the
blur of a golden head at distant win
dow. The basket was dancing cheer
lily toward him. 1t was full of nastur-
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way shading her eyes to look after
father drinking water from the pump.
Mother, are them pies done YETI"
called out Reuben Halter, as he paused
cheerily in his whistling for a refresh
ing draught of pure spring water from
the old tin cup that hung by the well
on its rusty chain. His wife, Martha,
came to the door at the sound of his
voice and stood there smiling as she
wiped her hands and arms on the
glngham apron she wore, showing by
the white, flaky patches here and there
that she had been baking.
Her comely face flushed with pleas
ure at her husbands words, for she
baked the best pies that were made in
Durnit Hollow. and the note of approval
IN Reuben's tones pleased her nightly.
reckon they be. and gettin' cold
Waitin'," she responded "sassily."
come along to supper, and don't fer
git to wipe yer feet on the porch mat"
Reuben swung his big figure up the
garden bath. bordered with hollyhocks
and odorous of its mint carpet, TO
Where, on the cool back porch, tin of
water and bar of yellow soap waited
his simple toilet. AS he stood there
drying mis- hands on the coarse rolling
towel that hung from the wall one
could see that his heavy boots made
MN seem extremely tall, for without
them he stood six feet two in his stock
ings-the giant of Durnit Hollow. and
handsome as a god.
Air ye ever comm, Reuben?" asked
Martha from within, the sound of
dishes clatter and the fragrant smell OF
boiled cabbage on the air.
And so on.
Harcourt came out on the veranda
rolling his morning cigarette and look
Ing as he felt, extremely fit after his
ripping gallop across country and the
cold tub which had followed it.
He was ready for breakfast and glad
to see pretty Mrs. Jimmie in a pink
morning gown beside the low table
spread with its dainty service of silver
and china beneath the striped awnings
of the piazza.
He bowed deeply from the waist, his
heels clicking as she smiled into his
eyes welcomingly.
80 bully of you to come down" she
said extending her hand for the cigar
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"Jimmie's such a blighter," he said;
"why don't you chuck him?'
Hes not such a bad sort when you
know him." she said lightly, motioning
to him with her eyebrows that the
butler was coming through the window
with the champagne.
"Tibbetts," she said, with charming
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cite which he had lighted for her:
NOW we must have some Ruinart
can't see why people think they must
breakfast In bed at house party"
Damn glad they do think so this
morning" he drawled as he took light
for his own cigarette. I'll have you all
to meself. What?"
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Jimmie went to town on the 1910"
she said dreamily, lingering a black
grape. then signing and ending with
little laugh.
Harcourt poured half the decanter of
Maraschino into his canteloupe ner-
vously, dash of color coming into his
face.
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~ oY's gone" his sister said
* after the first furry Of their
- greetings was over. They
Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1905-11-28

Many good cows give but a small
quantity of milk because they are not
properly fed. Some persons allow a
certain quantity of feed from which
no variation is made. A COW should
be fed all she will eat, and if she
improves in the quantity Of her milk
she should be induced to eat more.
Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1905-11-28
TAKEN BY STORM

81 DO not believe it is love-" said
Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1905-11-28

OF no kind Of young stock can 1t be
said with more truth than of hogs that
if they are not going forward, making
a good growth. they are losing money
for their owner. The hog cannot stand
still and pay. He must be gaining all
the time to be profitable.
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seeking to devour. Great courage and
iron will must undoubtedly be mis-.
Yes! He lives a mans life. He is
man. But as to love! Oh! that is alb
surd."
1t was about three-thirty in, the af-
ternoon. The sea was rolling high; but
Miss Nolan, rocked by wind and wave,
slept the sleep of a sea sleeper, and it
was not until a great shout went up
from some men on deck that she be-
came conscious of peril. What was
that cry she heard? There it was
again:
Haywood is overboardw
She start ] to her feet, but fell al
most Immediately. She crawled to the
cabin door and tried to push it open
AS she did so a sea mightier than had
been felt before struck the ship and
capsized her.
The girl realized that something
terrible had happened, that death was
waiting near; yet, in this awful situa-
ton, closed in alone under the deck Of
the steamer, no sign of human life
around her, only the warning elements
in her ears, the only clear thought in
her mind was that the man she loved
had gone to his death. She realized
now that she loved him, else why this
pain at her heart-this Indifference to
her own fate?
The sound of sharp blows on the
planking above her head aroused her
form the stupor into which she had
fallen. A face she knew looked down
Il have come for you," said Mark
Haywood
Then Edna Nolan lost consciousness.
The steamer had capsized, with the
side Of her deck uppermost under
which was Miss Nolan's berth. The
capsizing was an unexpected happen
ing, for, althoug the sea had been roll
ing for hours, yet before the catas-
trophe the storm had apparently abated,
and even the captain had retired with
confidence little rest, he and the
Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1905-11-28
Fall Planting of Trees.

In very cold climates the fall plant
ing of trees is not feasible, but there
is no reason why the trees cannot be
bought and ''heeled' in so as to be
ready for early spring planting. In
the more moderate sections there is
everything in favor of fall planting;
the soil is in good condition for the
trees, the work may be done with more
comfort, one is apt to get better trees
because the nurseryman is not so busy
In the fall as in the spring, and neither
are you. On the other hand, quite a
little more care is necessary in fall
planting.
The roots must be pruned so that
all bruised or broken pieces are re-
moved. the soil must be well worked
In around the roots and frmed down