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The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-01-06

she politely christened "Moti," or Pearl. But Gulabi was her favorite unti-but that later.
 When Thungama was dressed for her dance she was certainly lovely thing: She didn't have the stupid ideas of dress that have-so inconsistent and ugly! Where draperies made her graceful, she had them; and where they would in- terfere, she dispensed with them altogether. But Thungama understood the science of grace some what better She had scarfs and veils and flmy stuffs and jewels about her head and shoulders pretty slim legs through the material, and her moved like flowers in the wind. But her waist as bare your hand, and her feet and ankles, too except for the ankets of beaten silver that came from the coast where Tamils like Bill drah grow. Between the upper and the lower draperies the little fine muscles showed under her That was the only thing that showed you the ertion she making. She danced slowly for the most part, but with every bit of her. You had to watch closely or else try to do it yourself to be- iieve what exercise 1t
 And the grace and adorableness of it! It was like something you'd always known existed, but had never seen before and couldn't name now that it was there to sec It hurt you in queer beau tiful way-just aeolian harp does in high, straining wind, or birch trees in the moonlight you've them, all silver and green, like Wood Women whirling about together. I don't know how to put it into any words that will make you her she looked then. She seemed to be both the most gorgeous and the most simple thing ever made. ..~ ~-.+," -t@- :"
 Sometimes she frightened us because of that of something nonunderstandabe about her. You afraid of the dark, or the sea, the black forest or an empty house because you don't know what may be in them and aren't sure just how much power they have to hurt you. That why you were afraid of Thungama.
 We'll, she grew us, did the Little Golden Lady, with her black velvet eyes, and her Bildrah, and her wonderful clothes, and her ferozees (tur- quoises and stunners!), and her Jeypore enamel. She so-so different, and charming, too, and so very, very gentle and lovablee You see.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-01-06
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in the place of pgs but we had to let it go at that
 That first evening Lil ventured to address the distinguished stranger. Thungama turned her 1nky battery on her, and said very gently and meo- diously: "Jao'a ..-'
 We didn't know what that meant then so Lil persisted smilingly-moving up closer and showing the way switch the red and blue electrcs on to test your makeup
 Then the kneeling Tamil creature jumped to her feet and launched another "Jao" at us, which we understood perfectly this time. It later ex- plained to us to mean "Begone" or "Go away" but should have translated 1t "Get out!"
 But the Little Golden Lady, suddenly relented -Lil was so pretty and so good-humore and offended and she silenced Bildrah with word in her own tongue, and bowed graciously to both, saying in a liquid voice:
 "I explaining iss not poIiteness. I numeros- ity pardons ask you! (We learned afterwards that this exaggerated Indianizing of English just airs; she spoke beautifully when she wasn't self conscious *: ~t.
 Then she gave some gujack-which is In dian fudge, and heavenly-with cocoanut and al- monds and sesame seeds Good? We'll, rather! Didn't Ruskin call a book after them?) and brown ish sugar and lot more things that don't know. And Bildrah had a duck-1t because we touched the candy. But Thungama assured her that she could throw away all the defled stuff later; she was reconciled but not approving
 She liked Lii almost at once. She thought her very pretty. "Mussumat (mistress) Lill' she would say. ."She should not be named for white flower, Ari! Ari! She should be the pink flower Gulabi, the Rose!" l, who was small and pale
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-01-06

Sometimes, when she in the right mood, she'd chatter softly about the East, and we'd real ly hear the 'tinklin temple bells," the bright mix up of color at night in the Chandni Chank, and watch by those poor dead folk of Delhi lying by the Ganges, with margolds around their necks, and, just beyond, the burningghat with the "curl- ing wreaths of smoke" Oh, well, it only ina gination I dare say-and the sandal-wood. It did seem as though Thungama had some gift of transmitting things to you, as surely as though she worked a brain-wireless.
 Did you ever meet Jack Parrish, our leading man? He was big laughing fellow, with bright, red-brown eyes, and white teeth under a close cropped mustache. You know the type, mon as grass in America; but evidently in his vi vacity and energy, and frankness, brand-new thing to Thungama. She fell in love with him.
 One night LII had been talking to Jack in the wings, and Thungama and her sandal-wood drift ed by. For light into her heavy black eyes, and after Jack had gone on for his cue she up to Lil with the queer stiff step wild ami mals use when they are hunting.
 You leave a1one," she said. Her voice smooth ever, but it had little nasty note, not in it, but back of it. It sort of oily rasp- do you know what mean?-wet silk sounds that way if you scrape it slowly with your finger nail. You leave alone,' she said again.
 What are you driving at, Thungama?" demand ed Lil bluntly. "Leave what alone?"
 "Him!" said Thungama. 'I wish it-I, Thur gama. He is not for you. He Is god-such you may not though you journey by Kafi1a from Peshawur to Tuticorn, and from Jam rud Fort to the sea-
 "Gee!" commented Lil, with faint derision. You
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-01-06

she only turned her battery of Oriental queer ness once in while. The rest of the time she quite duck
 One matinee day Thungama walked to the the ater. We along bit later, to find her sur rounded by joyful crowd. She was standing in pleased contemplation before nice, freshly paint ed bal bers pole. Bildrah down, balanced her head and knees, and the barber in fattered delight was, in Dago-English, offering them every variety of shampoo as a bonus for the unexpected advertising.
 We rescued her, and she explained that the gen. tleman of the bangla there obviously very holy Friest of extremely exalted caste, since he
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-07-02

"Oh, of course not" She remem-
bered how little any one could do.
what Is It. Poll?" he begged. but
she only turned away and shook her
head with a sigh He followed her
with anxious eyes. what made you
cut out the show today? Was 1t be-
cause you didn't want to ride afore
folks what knowed you-ride afore
him mebbe7s
"HimT- Her face was white. Jim
reared she might swoon. you don't
mean hat he vas
"Oh, no. he answered quickly, 'of
cours not. Parsons don't come to
places like this one. l was only f1gur-
In hat you didn't want other folks to
see an to tell him how you was rid
in'.~ She did not answer
Continued next week
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-07-02
A P XII.

n lonely days followed Polly's
desertion of the parsonage.
Mandy went about her duties
IL very quietly. feeling that the
little comments which once amused the
pastor had now become an interruption
to thoughts In which she had NJ part
He would sit for hours with his head
in his hands, taking no notice of what
passed before him. She tried to think
of new dishes to tempt his appetite and
shook her head sadly as she bore the
untasted food back to the kitchen.
She sometimes found a portfolio of
drawings lying open upon his study ia
BILE. She remembered the zeal with
which he had planned to remodel the
church and parsonage when he first
came to them, how his enthusiasm had
gradually died for lack of encourage
ment and how he had at last put his
books in a cupboard, where they grew
dusty from long neglect She mar
veled at their temperance now, but
something in his set, faraway look
made her afraid to inquire. Thus she
went on from day to day, growing
more impatient with Hasty and more
silent with the pastor.
Mandy needed humor and compan-
ionship to oil the wheels of her hum
drum life. There was no more laugh
ter In the house, and she began to
droop.
Polly had been away from the parson-
age a month when the complacency Of
the village was again upset by the ar
rival Of the Great American Circus"
There were many callers at the par
sonage that day, for speculation was
now at fever heat about the pastor.
"yVill he try to see herr" HAS he for
gotten herT' and What did he eve
questions that the women were asking
each other. Now that the cause of
their envy was removed they would
gladly have reinstated the pastor as
their idol, for. like all truly feminine
souls, they could not bear to see a man
unhappy without wishing to comfort
him, nor happy unless they were the
direct cause of his state. "How dare
any nan be happy without me?" has
been the cry of each woman since Eve
was created to mate with Adam.
douglas mad held himself more and
more aloof from the day Of PoIly's dis
appearance. He expressed no opinion
about the deacons or their recent dis
approval of him. He avoided meeting
them oftener than duty required, and
Strong fell go uncomfortable and
tongue tied In his presence that he, too.
was glad to make their talks as few
as possible.
Nothing was said about the pastors
plans for the future or about his con-
tinued connection with the church. and
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-07-02
LAMP SHADE AND HAT.

A Close Resemblance Recently Dis
covered by a Clever Girl.
Resemblance between the new hats
and all sorts Of household articles has
been discovered by observing folk
the wastebasket, the coal ~scuttle, ETC.,
have been designated as sources of In
SEPARATION for the freakish millinery of
the season. A bright girl the other day
discovered another. 1t was a lamp
shade on view in a leading department
shop. The color was the soft yellow of
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-07-02

what have you got to say about
herr Jim eyed him with a threaten
ing look.
Il got a%-plenty," said Barker as he
turned to snap his whip at the small
boys who had stolen into the back lot
to peek under the rear edge of the
big top. "She's been about as much
good RS a sick cat since she come back.
You saw her act last night
YES" answered Jim doggedfy.
Wasn't 1t punk? She didn't show at
all this afternoon: said she was sick.
And me with all them people inside
what knowed her waitin' to see herr
solve her a little time" Jim pleaded.
"She amt rode for a year.
"Time!' shouted Barker. slow much
does she want? She's been back a
month, and instead of bracin' up she's
a-gettin' worse. There's only one thing
for me to do"
whats that?' asked Jim ~uneasily.
I'm goin' to call her, and call her
hard"
Look here, Barker" and Jim squared
his shoulders as he looked steadily at
the other man, you're boss here, and
l takes orders from you, but If 1
catches you abusin' Poll your bein'
boss won't make no difference"
"You can't bluff me!~ shouted Barker.
II amt biuffin'. I'm only telin' you,"
said Jim very quietly.
well, you tell her to get on to her
job. If she don't, she quits; that's ALL"
He hurried into the ring.
Jim took one step to follow him,
then stopped and gazed at the ground
with thoughtful eyes. He, too, had
seen the change In Polly. He had tried
to rouse her. 1t was no use. SIZE had
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-07-02
Continued from last week
SYNOPSIS

Chapter Polly, a child of the cir
Gus, is brought up by Toby, a clown,
and by a boss canvasman called "Muv-
yer Jim.u She learns to ride Bingo, a
circus horse, and grows to womanhood
knowing no life except that of the cir
Gus. ia church near the circus lot
interests Polly. Jim reproves her for
her reckless riding. III-Polly urges
Bingo to unprecedented speed and
falls. Tooy and Jim carry the injured
girl to the parsonage nearby. IV-The
Rev. John Douglas, much to Deacon
Elverson's disgust, takes Polly into the
parsonage. Toby and "Muvver Jim"
are received kindly by Douglas, who
has placed Polly in charge of his col
ored servant, Mandy. Douglas prom
ises to care for the girl until she is well.
V-When Polly becomes conscious she
declares that she must rejoin the circus
at once. "Are you a sky pilot ?" she
asks the minister. Her mother was
killed riding a circus horse, and her
father "got his'n in a lions cage"
The minister reads to her about Ruth
and Naomi, and Polly says, II guess
I'd like to hear you spiel" VI-Doug-
las offends Deacon Strong by defending
boys who play baseball on Sunday.
VII-Polly RECEIVERS her health, but is
saddened by the death of Toby. Jim
sends the news and promises to keep in
touch with her. VIII-Polly cover
from the blow dealt her by Toby's
death. She has ceased using slang and
is educating herself under Douglas
guidance. She endeavors to improve
Mandy's grammar. TX Deacons
Strong and EMERSON reprove the pas
tor for harboring the circus girl. Doug
las declares he is only doing his duty.
Strong declares that the girl must go.
Douglas defies him. X-Douglas sug-
gests to Polly that she go to a semin-
ary. Her quotation "And Ruth said,
'Entreat me not to leave thee " re-
veals to both the fact that they love
each other. Douglas takes her In his
arms and tells her that she is never to
leave him. XI-"Muvver Jim" calls
and notes the change in Polly's speech.
Polly tells him she has abandoned the
Mlaass -peacnus F~1sAAap-aad
Strong inform Polly that she can save
the minister trouble by returning to the
circus. Learning that the deacons o n
template discharging Douglas, she re-
bluffs him, declares that she yearns for
the circuis and rushes away sobbing.
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-07-02

leghorn or natural straw, and the
decorative feature was a cluster of
roses realistically painted. During a
visit a few minutes later to the MILL
merry department an exact duplicate of
the shade was see among the most
artistic productions, the hat being
fashioned from leghorn braid and
adorned with roses In shades of pink.
The closeness of the resemblance is
indicated In the accompanying illustra-
ton of hat and shade.
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-07-02

Continued next week
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-07-02
CHAPTER XIII.

Tim was slow tonight. The big
show was nearly over, ySt
many Of the props used in the
" early part of the bill were stu
unloaded. &
He was tinkertng absentmindedfy
with one of the wagons In the back lot,
and the men were standing about idly
waiting for orders when Barker came
out of the main tent and called to MIN
sharply:
-Hey, there, Jiml What's your ex-
Gus tOnightr" 4
Excuse for what27 Jim crosse
slowly to Barker.
1.-The cook tent was started half a
hour late, and the sideshow top ain
loaded yet" (
"Your wagons is on the bum; thatE
what No. 39 carries the cook ten
an the blacksmith has been tinkerh{
with it all day. Ask him what sha
it's In" z
You're always stallin'," was
ker's sullen complaint. TITS the
ons or the blacksmiths or anything
the truth. l know what's the MAD
all right" u
what do you mean by that" ask j
Jim sharply.
II meal that all your times took Hp
a-carryin' and a-fetchin' for that gin
what calls o. 'Muvver Jim"
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-07-02

not complain She went through her
daily routine very humbly and quietly.
She sometimes wondered how Jim
could talk so much about her work,
but before she could answer the ques-
ton her mind drifted back to other
days, to a garden and flowers, and Jim
stole away unmissed and left her with
folded hand and wide, staring eyes.
gazing into the distance.
The memory of these times made
Jim helpless tonight. He had gone on
hoping from day to day that Barker
might not notice the "let down in her
work, and now the blow had fallen.
How could he tell herr
One of the acts came tumbling out
of the main tent. There was a mo-
ment's confusion as clowns, acrobats
and animals passed each other on their
way to and from the ring; then the lot
cleared again, and Polly came slowly
from the dressing tent. She looked
very different from the little girl
whom Jim had led away from the par
sons garden In a simple white frock
one month before. Her thin, pensive
face contrasted oddly with her glitter
ing attire. Her hair was knotted high
on her head and intertwined with
flowers and jewels. Her slender neck
seemed scarcely able to support its
burden. Her short, full skirt and low
cut bodice were ablaze with white
and colored stones.
whats on, Jimf' she asked.
"The leap O. death You got plenty
of time"
Polly's mind went back to the girl
Her spirit seemed very near tonight.
The band stopped playing. Barker
made his grandiloquent announcement
about the wonderful act about to be
seen, and her eyes wandered to the
distant church steeple. The moonlight
seemed to shun 1t tonight. 1t looked
cold and grim and dark. She won
dered whether the solemn bell that
once called its flock to worship had
become as mute as her WI dead heart.
She did not hear the whir of the great
machine inside the tent as 1t plunged
through space with its girl occupant.
These things were a part of the daily
routine, part of the strange, vague
dream through which she must STUN
BILE for the lest of her life.
Jim watched her In silence. Her
face was turned from him. She had
forgotten his presence.
"Star gain, PolT' he asked at
length, dreading to disturb her reverie.
II guess l was, jim" She turned to
him with a little, forced smile. He
3longed to save her from Barker's
Threatened rebuke.
"How you feelin' tonightY
"Tm all right" she answered cheer
fully.
Anything you wantr
"WantT She turned upon him with
startled eyes. There was SO much
that she wanted hat the mere men
ton of the word had opened a well Of
pain In her heart
"a. mean can l do anything for your"
Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-07-02

lamp, ~rearranged the cushions and
tried to make the room look CHEEKY
for his entrance
"I's fraid yo's mighty tired" she
said.
"Oh, no." answered Douglas absently.
'Mebbe yo'd like Mandy to be sarvin'
your supper tn here tonight It's more
cheerfuler."
BE crossed to the window and looked
out upon the circus Lot. The flare of
the torches and the red fire came up
to meet his pale, tense face How
like the picture of thirteen months
agoH' he thought, and old Toby's words
came back to him-~The show has got
to go on"
He bonged to have done with dreams
and speculation. to feel something tan
gible, warm and real within his grasp.
The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1909-11-18

IF partisan, it is in his power to ham,
per the faction or the opponents with
whom he may not be in accord. 1t may
be recalled that the fairness of the reg
istration was called into public discredit
in the last primary for State officials by
some of the friends of Mr.. Wilkinson,
candidate for Governor. 1t was alleged
that the registration should be relieved
of men who were registered fraudu-
lently. There were several efforts di-
rected to the purging of these frauds
which were delayed and defeated on
legal technicalities. A man in private
station or in public office may be ever
so partisan, but he should always be
fair and honest. He should never per-
nit his partisanship to lead him into
unpleasant or questionable entangle-
ments. As Mr. Ball is endorsed as "a
splendid Democrat and an ali round
good citizen and all factions seem to be
pleased with the appointment" the citi-
zens of New Orleans may be congratu-
lated
The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1909-11-18
psx After Election.

Bcekman Winthrop. assistant secre-
tary Of the treasury department, told
at recent banquet voting story.
AT the New York election before
this one" he said, "a gentleman of
spotless integrity was supported ar
IDENTIFY by another gentleman on whose
integrity there were perhaps u few
slight spots.
However. the spotless chap won.
and he owed his victory in part to his
loyal if polka dot supporter. The sup
porter visited him the day after cleo
ton. AS they shook hands warmly the
visitor said:
81 want to thank you. Smith. Your
DISTINGUISHED help saved the day. |
want to thank you from my heart"
VERY good, said Smith, and now
suppose you write me out nice little
check
''The victor frowned.
'sI demand pure disinterestedness
in politics, mfr. Smith he said in a
stern voice.
We'll Smith replied easily, If you
want pure disintereStedness you can
always get it. But it must be paid
for, and darn high tool"
The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1909-11-18
IN CONTEMPT OF THE SUPREME
COURT OF THE UNITED
cTATEc

What viii be the effect of the penalty
inflicted on the sheriff of Chattanooga
and his fellow prisoners who, on the
authority of the Supreme Court of the
United States. have been adjudged in
contempt Of that tribunal, the greatest
and the highest in the Nafions
In the sheriff's custody was negro,
Ed johnson, who had been tried and
convicted of criminal assault on a
woman This negro's case had long
been delayed on technical points. The
sentence of the lower court was finally
approved BY the Supreme Court Of the
Ctate of Tennessee, but the Negroes at
torney, not satisfied, appealed to the
Supreme Court of the United States for
relief. At this phase of the case john
son was n the custody of the sheriff.
who must be governed by the orders of
this highest court. Presumably the cit
liens of Chattanooga, whose patience
had been taxed by the procrastination
in the trial. anticipating or being appre-
hensive Of Johnson's escape on some
technicalities, determined on Iynching
him. It has been alleged that the sher-
II offered no resistance and permitted
himself to be overpowered when ne and
his deputies should have offered the
stoutest opposition with force Of arms
It necessary For the sake Of argu-
'naent, the fact may be conceded, but,
perhaps, as sensible man and whose
sympatfles were with the people, his
The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1909-11-18
JUDICIAL SALE.

No. 13,oo2-In the First Judicial Dis
triet Court of Caddo Parish, La. !:
Tonnet Brooks vs.. Rosa Mon
roe te al
By virtue of commission to sell, to.
me issued from the Honorable First
Judicial District Court of Caddo PARISH.
Louisiana, in the above numbered and
entitled suit, | have seized and will Of
fer for sale at public auction for CASH
according to law, at the principal front
door of the court house of Caddo Par
ISL, Louisiana, during the legal hours
for sales on
SATURDAY, NOV. ~, 1900,
fractional lots I, 2, 3, 4 and S less IS
feet sold to Rosa Monroe off of lot 8.
as per act in conveyance book 10, page
$50, of the clerks Office, all of the ]. NJ.
Howell subdivision of the City Of
Shreveport, fronting on Mcneil street
and adjoining the Hennings subdivision
and Broomfeld Pharis property, situat-
ed in Shreveport, less all buildings and
improvements thereon.
The above property to The sold for
cash according to law, to effect parti-
ton. TT OIrPN0v
Sheriff and ex-Oficio Auctioneer
Caucasian, Oct "a, 1909.
The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1909-11-18
Corset Aeitates Europe.

There is real e;lmpnign in Europe
against the corset The queen of Italy
is opposed to stays. and Carmen Syl
va, queen of Roumania, wishes every
woman, thin and fat, to east off the
corset and trust to nature. The wo
man who wears cersets," she says,
makes martyr of herself and does
everything possible to hinder her nat
ural development. All that is unnat-
ural offends my sense of beauty and
is hateful to me. A tight waist re
sent as unaesthetic." German scien
fists decry the corset on health
grounds, but the German empress Is
an earnest advocate of it. She not
only wears stiff corset herself, but
insists that her maids of honor shall
not appear at any time before her un
less tightly laced.
The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1909-11-18
RED RIVER BRIDGE.

The prospects for securing the bridge
which is to span the Red river is en-
couraging Mayor Dickson has been
active in overcoming the many obsta-
cles intervening. The bridge when CON
structed win be for the use Of vehicular
traffic and for all classes of the people.
1t will be independent of the Vicksburg,
Shreveport and Pacific bridge, in which
the city has one-seventh interest. A
bridge as contemplated has long been
in agitation. Whatever may be its cost
the bridge must be constructed. It is
needed now. The bridge as it is out
lined viii rest at Texas street and will
revive the property interests in that
vicinity and on the levee.