The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1907-08-15

uay. mere is nalt column on tne
subject of bugs in cereal foods!"
ut does sound bit Gravity, that's
fact" admitted the Boy.
''Then, right in the middle of all
this positively nauseating matter, are
recipes for the making of luncheon
dishes. Can't you see how hideous
1t all is--how exquisitely vulgar? 1t
is a mass of unpleasant ideas placed
In repulsive association with The sub
ject of food"
Women don't care to read serious
stuff" said the Boy; they like to
read about other women's moles and
freckles and bleached hair and in
growing eyelids, even If they don't
have em themselves"
1--WE want something better than
soup bones, blackheads and bugs all
in a bouquet" said Her Majesty.
"The men who get out these things
have an idea that women have no
soul above buttons"
"Or bugs" said the Boy.
''It is quite true we are frivolous
we know we are frivolous. Men
are ASNSI lIlNOiOuS, tuty are
But they don't know It,"
"Oh, give over! give over!" said
the Boy.
Thousands of copies of this page
go out over the country to-day rep
resenting American womanhood. 1t
is journalistic INSULT
Her Majesty seemed almost on the
| Of D.
narrowly. Tell me-" said he, when
did you begin this serious line of
thought? You showed none of these
symptoms when left Daisyhurst last
week"
Since then my soul has awak-
ened." said Her Majesty, looking
deeply into the eyes of the Boy.
The day after you left Hindu lee
turer came to the inn and gave one
of his wonderful talks on the soul
He was a dreamy-eyed, tall, silent
man and wore white turban.'
"Ah!" said the boy, interestedly.
''Well, you know what those Daisy
hurst women are. They Immediately
surrounded him with all sorts of
silly chatter, and wanted his auto
graph and his photograph. He
treated them as though they were
children.
Il went out on the piazza. I didn't
care to mix with them at all. | had
on my blue chiffon gown, and a
white lace hat, and the Majji noticed
he told me afterward, that l WASH t
like the others"
| Who told you?" asked the Boy.
"Majji. That was his name. The
others called him Mr.. Majji, but he
explained to me that was silly. In
his own country he said he was a
Maharajah or an Ahkoond or some
thing. He introduced himself to me
and asked me to stroll with him to-
ward the ocean.
"Oh, he did" said the Boy.
"Of course, this made those cats
Jealous. to begin with. They were
simply furious!"
DO you mean to say that Won
VENT" asked the Boy.
Why, of course! He was a stran.
ger"
'Yes-that's just it,"
But he isn't like other men! He
Is Hindu priest. And he has beau,
tiful ideas. He said that when ht
looked in my eyes he could see m,
soul smiling at him In recognition
He said we had known each other 8
thousand years ago"
Dear mel" said the Boy.
His theories of life are very hear.
tiful. The only thing that realI,
matters are soul transitions. AND
look here!" She stretched one hant
, across the table with the pink palm
} upward.
Just look at that faint star nm
der the life line. That indicates tina
the real romance of my life hasn'
: yet unfolded. 1t is to sweep me ava,
like mighty wave!"
Great Scott" said the Boy
. docs Majji look like fghtin,
r mani"
He doesn't entertain any thought
but those of love, harmony, and th
: soul. He thinks women are far, ia
( above men. He taught me for tn
nrst time to appreciate how wonder
4 iui we are. He found new lines Il
= my palm every day"
Where did these seances occur?
Z asked the Boy.
'On the beach. We walked dow
e there every morning and sat unde
a my green umbrella. Those wome
: up al the inn had field glasses watch
n ing US all the time. We pretended /
a be dirting Just to make them mad y
That was very soulful" said tn
d Boy. How did YOU tear yoursel
Q away from all this enchantmentY"
h All. there is the marvellous thing
All this time, while Majji was e,
IS planning to me the beauty OF the sou
l. Land the romance--you see, he didn
II know at first that was married.
least he imagined that I---er--was
/ widow"
Did he?' said the Boy. &c
! on!"
a "All the time ! was thinking q
= you alone here In town. You Sc,
you wore my romance, bnt---he-
II Mail didn't knowl questioned hir
| TO tell me more aud more abouf m