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Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02

you were resting, made me think per.
haps you were not we'll"
mo, Mabel" he answered, looking
at his wife as she stood before him
with her hands filed with the flowers
she had gathered. ''No, Mabel; am
just growing old, suppose. That
must be what you feel, what you no.
tice about me. Poor child, 1t is May
and December I fear, with US. Mabel.
I am too old for you. I should never
have allowed you to become my wife.
II have noticed for some little time
how quiet and changed you are from
the happy, light hearted girl married.
It ls natural and all my fault, for /
was old enough to know BETTER" he
ended.
'.Nonsense, Herbert. Why do you
talk Of being old? You are not DID,
she answered.
But Herbert, taking Mabel's hands,
still filled with her flowers. In both of
his own, stood tall and straight and
broad shouldered before her as he said
very seriously:
mabel, It is like you In your kind
heartedness to try to convince me that
you are not well aware Of the too
great difference between us-between
our ages. You have tried to be gay
and light hearted as you used to be-
that I know we'll, for have often seen
you rouse yourself from what knew
must be sad thoughts the fact re.
mains that you are not happy, and, as
said before, the trouble Is that you
are in the springtime Of life, and T.
well, I have passed into the cold and
loneliness Of winter"
Dropping her flowers unheeded to
the ground, Mabel came close to her
husbands side, and. putting both
hands on his shoulders, she looked up
into his eyes as she said:
my husband, do you not know why
1 have been more quiet perhaps than
used to be? 1t was because I thought
you found me silly and frivolous and
too young to be your companion. l
love you as I have always loved you,
whether you are forty or sixty OF
eighty or hundred. What difference
does it make, the years that are past? ?
Come; 1t Is the springtime. We will
gather the violets together
And as Herbert looked searchingly
into the face Of the now smiling Ma.
bel what he read there convinced him
that in true loves season It is always
spring.
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02
Her Face of.
Youth.
BY WILLIAM sTANHOPE
Copyrighted. 1909. by Associate.
Literary Press.

The Dead sea fruit of ashes, that is
al lie has meant for me. wonder
but here Mrs. Ellery St. John drew
herself up with a start. "What!" she
thought. Talking to myself like an
old woman! Really l must not be SO
much alone"
Being alone at all was new to Mrs.
st. John. She had always been on the
Qul vive from her brilliant girlhood
through the ten years OF her married
life and nearly ten Of her widowhood,
and the restlessness told on her.
Fine lines about the eyes and mouth
told Of the nerve destroying pace Of q
modern woman Of fashion. Margaret
st. John seemed possessed with spir-
1t of unrest and had forgotten how to
relax.
This year she seemed too listless to
plan her usual spring trip and was
staying In town. But she must be
amused. She turned from the desk,
where bundle of old letters had given
Z melancholy drift to her thoughts,
and took up one Of the club calendars.
All, there was miniature day at the
Women's club. That looked prOmis.
Ing. AN exhibition of old miniatures
would certainly be amusing. These OBJ
solete things would afford more than
passing smile, and there was sure
to be good music. Mrs. st. John lis
tened not only with her ears, but with
her heart, to fine voice.
She was followed by envious glances
as she entered. Her perfect gown,
with the delicate bits of old lace, was
worn we'll. The women of the club
thronged about her, each with some
special bit Of gossip, the ambitious,
pushing ones on the edge, glad of q
smile or bow that held out hopes for
social advancement.
As the president took her place they
settled into their seats to listen to the
brief program. A brilliant harp, piano
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02
{ @e
5 D. Il. Jones
; Log Drive.
} BY FRANK Il. SWEET
Copyright, 1909. by American Press
Association.

~UR1NG big log drive there Is
no time for anything but just
keeping the logs in notion es-
pecially If the current be swift
and the river narrow, for then there is
always danger of a jam. The river
men must be quick Of eye, alert and
with little fear for life or limb. The
drive must be kept compact and NOV
ing at whatever cost and the more so
II the spring food be on the wane or
Of less volume than usual. A ground
ing or hopeless jamming Of the logs
would mean great loss and perhaps
ruin to the lumberman.
So when log here and there is
drawn away from its fellows, caught
by an eddy or counter current, and
drifts into a cove or inlet or against q
bank it is left behind for later recov-
cry unless the river gang is strong
enough to detail some one to hurry
forward the laggard.
The D. H. Jones Lumber company
had an unusually big drive that spring
for various reasons, chief among
which was lack of snow and conse-
quent water the spring before. This
had left many Of that winters logs
high and dry on the bank, all Of which
had been foated by the present big
food. Moreover, the ID. H. Jones
drive," as it was called, was unusually
short handed for the reason that small
pox had broken out in camp, and the
gang was not only obliged to do with
out the services of the sick ones, but
also of the men who had volunteered
huge raftlike mass, covering a half
mile of the river length, went sweep
ing down on the food it required every
man Of them to control the broad,
tempestuous surface. Sometimes for
rods together, when the river ran
smooth between straight banks, there
would be scarcely quiver among the
logs. Then a bit of rapids or a mar
rowing sweep around a curve would
seem to quicken every individual log
into life, and they would twist and
turn and jump end on end, each ap-
parently determined to make the jour-
ney in its own way without regard to
its fellows. Then the river men would
have to risk life on the quickness Of
their eyes and feet as they sprang
from log to log, twisting and swaying
with the tossings Of their mad foot
holds and thrusting their poles here
and there with strong, desperate pre-
cision to steady the course of log or
avert threatened jam.
D. H. Jones had been at the logging
camp most Of the winter, watching
and stimulating the men at the work,
and when snow fell on snow, cover
ing the land deeper and yet deeper,
although it would retard the chopping
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02
Not Exactly What Hs Meant.

A German who did not talk very
fluent English and who had been in
England some little time was desirous
Of giving his wife fortnight's holi-
day Mt the seaside. He found, how.
ever. that he would be unable to spare
the time himself, but promised to &C.
company her there and return the fol-
lowing day.
Accordingly on the morning when
they were to make the journey he
went to the ticket Office and said to the
official:
"Please give me von ticket to Brlgh-
ton for meself to return tomorrow"
Then, to the amusement of every one,
he added, "And Won oder for my wife
nevaire to return!'-London Tit-Bits.
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02
Ravens and Royalty.

ss0v0sso OssV SNOyOSSys
Throughout the history Of the Haps.
burg family Of emperors ravens have
continually appeared to it's members
as heralds Of woe. At the moment
when Emperor Francis Joseph of Aus
tria began at Olmutz his troubled
reign q number Of ravens few over
the town. 1t 10 told also that when
the i'll fated Archduke Macmillan
was about to leave Europe for his ia.
tai imperial career in Mexico a raven
persisted In following him and his
wife as they strolled in a garden and
that on the afternoon before the EN-
press Elizabeth was assassinated at
Geneva a raven swooped down upon
her In the woods above Territet and
knocked a peach out Of her hand.
The "Profsssor at the Dime Museum y
Behold" be cries, humping might
" with his cane-"bchold. ladies and
gentlemen, the lovely Cherrie Burn.
ham, the fair, the beautiful! Marvel
Gus! Marvellous! Stand up, Cherrie!
There (thump. thump); ''look at her!
A mighty girl, fat, magnificent. Five
chins! Cheeks like the sun kissed
melon! Arms like vats Of luscious
Falernian wine! Watch her, now!
Watch her! No wonder you're proud,
Cherrie! Few women of modern times
have eQualed you. Six hundred and
ten pounds! Twice the weight Of
Queen Victoria. three times the weight
OF Boadicea" (thump, thump), -four
times the weight of Delilahw-R. L..
HART in Atlantic.
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02

and violin trio, the first number, ended
with flourish. Then, following few
sweet bars on the piano, came a voice
30 pure. so rich, so clear, that an utter
quiet settled on the audience. 20 del
mio dolce ardor!' sang the girl. A
critic might have found flaws in the
execution, but it was voice that sank
into ones heart.
Mrs. st. John gave the singer her
utmost attention. She had no program
lin fact, never cared who these people
were who amused her, but some note
In that girls pure voice stirred her
profoundly. Once long ago voice
strangely like this had called to her
heart, but she was not allowed to re-
spond. Her parents were too world
wise to permit any wandering from
prearSanged plans.
But In her moments Of self commun-
ion Margaret st. John always heard
that voice call to her out Of the ST.
ience Now it seemed to her almost as
u this secret Of her heart was being
proclaimed to all the world.
She looked eagerly ut this girl whose
voice charmed them, q slender figure
In black gauze gown, dark eyed and
Foreign looking. 20 del mio dolce ar
dorw faded into a faint minor, and
Mrs. st. John reused herself at the
sound Of soft clapping Of gloved hands.
She did not applaud.
Another number or two Of instru-
mental music followed, then q soft
hum Of conversation everywhere as
the teacups were handed about. Mrs.
St. John moved with the rest toward
the miniature exhibit. Delighted little
peals Of laughter told Of the oddities
In these old pictures Of the past that
the wave Of fashion had left stranded.
Mrs. st. John glanced over them In
her bored way. Really. except for
that solo, it was scarcely worth the
trouble Of coming, she thought. Then
suddenly, face to face, her youth
looked at her. 1e was her own pic
ture She looked at the card. "Lent
by Miss Margaret Delafield," she read.
"Who is Margaret Delafield?" she
said aloud.
"Why, our sweet singer, Mrs. st.
John. Hasn't she a superb voiceY' an
swered the president Mrs. st. John
put out her hand. Where is she?
Take me to her"
The president slipped her arm around
her, for she looked as If she would
faint, and turned to the door of the
anteroom. Here, DEAR" she said; II
will send her to you," and asked one
of the ladies' to see that Miss Della
field came TO them at once.
When the door opened and the young
girl entered the president left them.
Mrs. st. John reached out her hands
to this girl. "Where did you get that
old miniature?" asked she. 1T is so
interesting. Whose picture is it?"
''Oh, the picture was fathers! It
was 80 beautiful I offered It to the
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02
IDA BURST INTO A PASSION OYEKABa.

IDA BURST INTO PASSION or TEARS.
fat foot and hand her parcels clear
over the partition. 1 never saw such
a long reach, did you?"
mo; and one day I saw her reach
clear around standard Of plumes
and take a rose spray and never touch
feather. Her shoulder just seems to
stretch like it was rubber. Oh, sonora!
Good evening. Take this chair"
The Spanish lady smiled little per-
functori!y and sat down rather heav-
lily. A food of light seemed to pour
into her brain, but with the long habit
of repression common to Spanish wo-
men she said nothing. After awhile
she went to her room to think it out.
During these three wretched days
Ida thought she should lose her mind
and divulge her terrible secret. She
knew that happiness was not for her
a thief-and she must tell him so, but
not with all these chattering girls
around.
In consideration for her pale face
and sunken eyes Charlie remained
but few minutes and left, accepting
her appointment for the next evening.
She would tell him then, and it would
be all over.
Then she crept feebly upstairs, but
as she reached the first landing the
sonora was there smiling and saying:
Come in and rest, dear. You must
not 60 up another stair without rest"
''Thank you," whispered Ida, and
she staggered in, looking for some way
to drop the ring which she had in her
bosom.
She sat few seconds in silence;
then, impelled by force she could
not resist, she stammered:
''Have you found your ring?"
eyes, dear Ida; I have found it.
You may give it now.''
Ida burst into passion Of tears and
sObs and sank to the ground in utter
abasement while she gave back the
ring.
"I-1-oh, sonora, forgive met"
'"Tell me all about it-why for you
do it."
Brokenly Ida told the whole misera-
bic story, and the sonora wept with
her, for the Spanish women are muy
sympatica. Then she kissed the re-
pentant girl, saying:
II see; see. 1t Is all right. have
my dear husbands ring. You have
your home-your good husband
"Oh. sonora, cannot marry. l must
tell him, and he will cast me off,
mo, no. You have tell me- You
have give back. You have repent.
You will never do such thing again.
Alb, my dear, we all do wrong some
times. Now, this is my secret, no
longer yours. No one else must know
I know, and l love You. But mans are
not made to know everything. It is
not necessary; you have no longer a
secret to tell him. See?'
And Ida dried her eyes and smiled
again.
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02

II,
somewhat, his scanned face had ex-
pressed more and more his Increasing
satisfaction, and then when q sudden
thaw, followed by warm rain, had
come in the spring, just as the last
log was skidded to the river bank, his
satisfaction was complete. It was an
open secret that this was to be the last
winter Of a lifetime of numbering and
that when the logs were sold he and
bis only daughter, Florence, would go
to Europe for long rest.
But D. III. Jones was an old man,
and when the winter snow began to
melt into the stream by a thousand
rivulets his strength gave out, and he
had to leave the direct oversight to
his foreman. He only went down the
river twenty miles or SO, however, and
there took rooms at a cottage on the
bank, from which he could watch the
drive go by. The next morning his
daughter, Florence, Joined him.
Much of the old mans time was now
spent In a rowboat. and usually Flor
ence accompanied him, sometimes
rowing herself, but more often leaving
her father to manage the oars, for his
mind seemed most at rest when his
hands were actively employed.
The trips were always in one direc-
don-up the river-and the second day
were repeated a dozen times. They
blissful moment she looked at him
with ineffable love and joy, and then
she sank fainting to the floor.
Charlie went away elated. This
very fainting fit from excess of joy
over his proposal seemed very right
and proper to him. He was sincerely
In love with her and would make her
a good husband.
For three long days Ida kept her
bed. She was on the verge Of nervous
collapse, the doctor said, but at last
she was able to creep downstairs to
the parlor to see Charlie, who came
daily with flowers and fruit.
The other girls quickly understood
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02
The Long
Reach.
BY E. v1Lo.
BY E. v1Lo.
Copyright, 1909. by American Press
Association.

~ ENORA PANCH1TA, you are
an angelv' exclaimed Minnie
- Surrat as the sonora handed
her the beautiful lace man.
ttlla to wear at fancy dress ball
where she was to appear as a lady
from CadiZ. Three other girls who
were there Joined in the assertion that
the sonora was an angel, with hopes
for their own special needs.
Ida Lovejoy, one Of the four girls,
opened her lips to say some fattering
word, but the words were suddenly
checked as her fascinated eyes fell
upon superb solitaire diamond ring
which the sonora generally wore in
memory of the departed General Val
dez.
The sonora had many other Jewels,
but she loved this ring best. While
the four young girls, boarders in the
same house, had been there she had
fancied that she ought to have the
jeweler look to the safety of the dia-
mond In its setting and so took the
ring from her hand and put it on her
little ring tree which stood on her
dressing table near the window. Its
fire and luster dazzled the longing
eys Of Ida, and she caught her breath.
She had often seen it on the plump
hand Of the sonora, but never had it
seemed so beautiful as now. She felt
great desire to ask the kind Spanish
lady to loan It to her to wear to the
ball as she had loaned her valuable
lace mantilla to Minnie. If she could
wear such ring perhaps the floor
walker, Charlie Edwards, might take
notice Of her.
Ida was poor, very poor, and worked
In the store where the other girls were
employed. She, like all the employees
Of the store, was expected to be at
this ball. The big store gave ball
every winter and an excursion every
summer for its employees. Ida had
never been able to advance herself
somehow, and after three years she
was still among the learners. Her
salary was scarcely enough to pay
her board. And she loved beautiful
things.
The supper bell rang, and with a
half sigh for the pungent cookery of
her own land Sonora Valdez locked
her door and tried it to be sure and
followed the four girls down to the
dining room.
Ida kept thinking of the beautiful
ring upstairs and wished she might be
able to have lovely costume to wear.
She could not eat. Some friends call.
ed on the sonora, and the other girls
went out, so that Ida was more than
ever cut off from companionship, and
she went up to her room. descending
almost at once to the bathroom, where
she was going to wash out few
pieces. Her tall, lank figure looked
singularly ungraceful and loosely joint
ed as she came down to the second
story. She turned the water on and,
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02

the matter and were affected differ
emily. Not one Of the girls in that
store but would have been glad Of his
attention
"Oh, but amt she the sly puss?' said
Minnie, while Adeline replied:
"And she amt pretty either. don't
see what he finds in her."
At that moment the sonora came in
just in time to hear Minnie say:
II think what must have attracted
him IS her long reach She can stand
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02
Not At Home.

us Mrs. Brown at homer inquired
the caller.
mo, ma'am, she isn't" replied the
maid.
'Then 1t was you who was singing
20 dreadfully out of tune when I
turned the corner" said the caller.
mo, indeed, ma'amr' cried the in
dignant maid. 'That was missus."-
Cleveland Plain Dealer.
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02

letting it fill the tub, went to the win
dow and looked out. There was a
light burning in the senora's room.
All her life long Ida had been noted
for the length of her arms and Pc
Guitar faculty Of loosening her shoul-
ders and stretching them out to an as
tonishing length. She knew we'll that
by leaning out of the bathroom win
dow she could easily reach that little
ring tree. A sudden temptation came
over her too strong to resist. The win.
dow was open.
She argued swiftly with herself that
the Spanish lady had plenty other jew
els; that this could not matter so much
to any one as to her. She was so tired
Of the ton and privation. Charlie
might love her If he could see her
dressed rs she ought to be.
Visions of little home of her own
that she could care for and beautify
pessed before her eyes. She hated the
work in the store and longed for q
lQu1et home where she could be at
peace.
That ring would scarcely be missed,
and It meant 80 much to her. She
l1stened: no sound. In another minuts
6hs had leaned out. Her hand crept
The inky Shower.
"A girl gave her intended defective
fountain pen for his birthday. Some
weeks later the young man said to
her:
MY dear, do you remember that
fountain pen you gave meT =
"'Yes,' she said.
swell. said the young man, do you
mind making me suit Of overalls to
60 with it?'"-Exchange.
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02
Lost.

A tremendous wall supports the Mon.
te Carlo terrace that overlooks the sea.
Last winter some joker put on this
wall placard that said: Give thou
sand francs reward-Lost on Jan. "a the
sum Of 100000 francs at the roulette
tables of the Monte Carlo casino. The
above reward will be paid to the per-
son returning same to the original
owner"
Small Mabel was restless the other
night and was unable to sleep. Finally
she said: Papa, please sing to me-.
That always makes me tired"
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02
keepina In Practice.

"You have broken my heart" sobbed
the young wife after their first quar-
rel.
II always was a heart breaker"
jauntily replied the young husband. :,
"But you have broken mine for the
last time.''
"What-going to deprive yourself Of
30 much pleasureY'
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02
A Hard Headed Prisoner.

In the trial Of negro for horse
stealing the judge asked the prisoner:
'Have you any defenseT'
ANY er de tense, sub? No, sub. I
didn't take de fence. De fence wuzn't
what wuz after"
Il mean," explained the Judge. have
you any one to represent your"
mo, sub. did vote fer Marse VIII
liam fer representative. but he made
such po' showin' in de Legislature dat
dey tuned him down wen he axed ter
60 back"
'You seem to be hard headed fel.
low" remarked the Judge.
'Yes. sub, Mistah Judge. You right
erbout dat. Eff I hadn't er been 80
had headed I wouldn't a stole dat
hoss. ATLANTA Constitution.
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02

Confucius, one Of the worlds great
sages and the founder Of China's DOM
inant religion, always taught that the
place to look for truth was In the
golden mean"-that II, that either
side Of an argument is 90 apt to be 20
prejudiced that the truth will be
found somewhere between the two op-
posing statements. That IL good doc
trine to consider, particularly in read
ing.-Atchison Globe.
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02
The Pygmy Hippopotamus.

The little black people Of Africa, so
dramatically described by Stanley, are
not the only pygmies produced by that
wonderful continent. In Liberia and
Sierra Leone are found pygmy hippo
potamuses. These animals are describ-
ed as being more like pigs in their
habits than like their gigantic rela-
lives. A good mudhole Is quite suf1i-
cient for them. They seem to prefer
solitude in their native haunts, going
about singly, and when two are seen
in company they almost invariably
consist Of q mother and her calf.
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02

Knicker-What is the secret of sue
cess? Bocker-Be the fellow your wife
could have married If It hadn't been
for You.-New York Sun.
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02
PitiabIe.

Pitiable.
'"They are very respectable, though"
''Dear met"
"What?"
II did not think that they were that
poor"
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02
Quite Clear.

The following notice Is posted up in
the signal box Of certain railway:
Hereafter when trains moving in an
opposite direction are approaching
each other on separate lines conduct
ors and engineers will be required to
bring their respective trains to a dead
malt before the point of meeting and
be very careful not to proceed till each
train has passed the other"-London
EXnPeaR
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02

Barber-Try a bottle Of this prepara-
ton, sir. Splendid thing for badness.
Customer-Don't doubt it, but I've got
"a tie badness want, thank you.
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02
Plenty Of Company.

"Loan shark, Is hep
II should say not! There are whole
schools Of him in this town."-NeW
York Praas.
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02
The Feast Of Dolls.

The feast Of the dolls is the quaint
est Of all the little japanese girls fes-
tivals. In the storehouse, where are
kept all the family treasures, there are
boxes filed with dolls which have
come down from the grandmothers
and great-grandmothers Each new
bride takes her dolls when she goes
to her father-in-law's house, and she
keeps the feast each year till her eldest
daughter is old enough to take 1t up.
Willmar tribune., 1909-06-02
RebukinQ the Doctor.

Doctor (weary with Unsuccessful ef-
forts to cure patient)eWell, I've Just
one more remedy to try in your case,
md II this doesn't help you nothing
will.
Patient-Why didn't you frankly tell
me that In the first place, doctor? II
nothing viii help me, could have TAX
On that at the start and saved the
expense Of your attentions. - Boston
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