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Deming graphic., 1912-05-17
Showers and Orange Bios
soma.

SONS.
Miss Carrie M. Hubbard, one Of
Deming's most popular and talented
young ladies. has been the guest of
honor at two very pleasant social
events, preceding her happy mar
riage. Wednesday at high noon.
The first was a linen shower given
Saturday afternoon by the Philathia
class, of the M. f. Sunday school at
the home of Miss Fay McKeyes.
About 35 were present to enjoy the
occasion, among them b ing the
mothers of the bride and groom.to-
be. An imaginary honeymoon trip
was one of the amusing features.
Many pieces of linen were presented
the guest Of honor ard Philathea
class recipe book was furnished for
her culinary department.
The place cards for luncheon con-
tanned tiny snapshots of the groom
and bride.elect.
Tuesday afternoon, Miss Lena
Boyd gave a china shower to prac-
tically the same relatives and young
ladies' who enjoyed the previous
event.
The gifts of china and cut glass
were very generous, Miss Hubbard
personally unwrapping each & lift,
while the company guessed the con-
tents. Miss Margaret Randolph was
awarded first prize in guessing most
accurately. Thc house decorations
were diamonds and hearts, suspend
ed in fancy chains. A lively dis
cussion on the question, Resolved,
that matrmony in general and leap.
year matrimony in particular is a
nuisance and should he abolished"
was decided, on the law and evi.
dence. in the affirmative, Mrs. Math.
ews. Mrs. Hubbard and Mrs. Jen.
nings acting as judges. A dainty
four-course luncheon was served.
The elimination of all these social
amenities was the wedding at high
noon, on Wednesday at the brides
home, Miss Carrie M. Hubbard and
Mr.. Edwin +. Matthews being the
the contracting parties.
The bridal party consisting of only
relatives and very few immediate
friends, Miss Lillian Larsen acting
AS bridesmaid and the brides broth
or Harry as best man. The bride
was becomingly attired in white
crepe du chine. The ring ceremony
was performed by Rev. w. +.
Foulks, which was followed by an
elaborate wedding dinner and the
the departure of the happy pair on
the afternoon train Ia FL Paso,
where they will enjoy n brief hon
cymoon. prior to occupying their
coy new home at San Marcial,
where the groom holds the holds the
responsible position of chief clerk
the in car shops.
The bride is the eldest daughter
of Commissioner and Mrs. G.. l..
Hubbard and the groom is the son
of Mr.. and Mrs. +. II. Matthews.
Both are graduates of the Deming
high school and exceedingly popular.
Both have fine musical talent, the
groom having previously been or.
ganist in the Methodist church for
eight years.
The best wishes of n legion Of
friends accompany the young people
ia thair nau hanna
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woman with closed eyes into the house.
In her terror she pushed the rickety
perambulstor home so fast that Antar
bounced about in an ecstasy Of baby
glee, and all the while he hid in his
fat little hand dingy gilt letter IN"
All through that afternoon and far
into that awful night little girl tried
to forget those white, shut eyes: all
through a dreadful morning in a
school-room she hid her face in her
hands and would not speak And when
noon came she could endure Il no
longer, but dragged herself up Dix
Street and stared through a great iron
gateway.
The fountain was there and the
pretty chairs, Just as they had been
yesterday, but this time there was only
a man sitting under the trees.
After a long time Nazileh called to
him.
"Meester," she cried softly and de-
spairingly, 81 leeke thad you please
tell ad me-thad lofely ladee--that
nutty ladee-ees she go dead leeke her
leetle babee?"
The man got up and went over to
the gate quickly.
The little girl dragged out her ques-
ton once more.
THE ladee-the pretty ladee-"
The man swung the gate wide.
Are you the one who brought that
hahy here90 he asked
Nazileh nodded
And then the man did very strange
thing; he caught her in his arms and
kissed her.
God bless you, child" he whispered
throatily; "she isn't dead and-and
she isn't going to be nutty' any more.
she's going TO get well-just think OF
that"
Nazileb struggled TO her feet, her
dark eyes lifted themselves very
Eweetly
"Thad is mos nice Of Allah," she
said, he hat SEN thad geeft Of tears
Jus to weep away thad sorrow--
thad eyes thad was weeth sorrow. Me,
I am mos'-mos' nutty weeth gladness
1.-The lofely ladee!"
Aud suddenly shyness overlook her.
She made the pretty Syrian obeisance
as her mother had taught her, touch.
ing her heart, her lips and her head
with her slender hand and then she
whirled about swiftly and fed through
the gateway
And as she ran she sang a funny lit
tie sobbing song under her breath to
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sit in de back yard-de gent has it
fixed up awful swell for her. Gee, its
on de corner md dey's bunch of trees
around-he's got swell fence made
up high out of bricks nd all around
de top of de fence is jugs wild wege-
tables CROWN in 'em nd dey's swell
gate nd inside"-his voice dropped
impressively, inside dat gate dey's a
fountain squirtin' md a bunch of chairs
around nd de nurse goil sits a-watchin'
de nutty lady nd de nutty lady sits
a-watchin' nothin'-"
At last Nazileh began to comprehend.
Me- know" she interrupted Gag
erly. "thad ladee-she hat the eyes
weeth sorrow-she nod see? Ees that
nod whad you call nutty? Me, l know
those eyes weeth sorrow--on a time
thad my fathaire ees keel my mothaire
mos nearlee hat those keen of eyes!
Eef ladee hat sorrow in her heart"
-Nazilehs slender hands were pressed
against her dingy dress and her dark
eyes were wide with horror-"an' she
hold thad sorrow mooch too tight cen
her heart an nod let eet come from
her eyes weeth tears-by an by thad
eyes ees all blind weeth sorrow-eet
ees a theeng YER sad
Honest, did yer mudder get it,"
demanded Tommy eagerly.
Nazileh nodded slowly.
"She haf eet; she nod nevaire talk:
she nod nevaire smile; she nod nevaire
cry; she look thees way"-the little
girls eyes stared blankly and her
mouth drooped-"but come time AL
lah SEN to her thad geeft of tears. an
thad sorrow-whad you theenk, thad
sorrow CO. weep out of her eyes-nod
ALL" Nazileh sighed, but mos all an
then she ees speak with me, her
daughtaire. an weeth Antar, thees ba-
bee, an weeth all peoples thad she hat
know-onlee but she weel nod speak
about thad sorrow-eet ees thad my
fathaire ees keel"
Gee" said Tommy thoughtfully, Il
don't want dat for mine! De lady,
she's got it good nd plenty It's de
real t'ing-she don't know nuthin'-
wait till youse sees her-she won't let
on she sees youse-she looks right t'ro
youse."
The baby walled fretfully. NaZileh
lifted him from the curbstone to put
him in his perambulator.
'Thees babee." she painted proudly,
lees grow leeke the cole Vaughn $50
mooch he weigh-eef / nod hat thees
cart"
The 'cole Vaughn was sucking hi.
sisters neck so lovingly that she could
not talk for joy. When his moist ca
ress was ended she pumped him or
the shabby cushions and clapped hel
hands
Ale! Aie!" she cried. "Who hat a
ride leeke reech babee? Antar. An
tar Sewaya. mos bes' nice babee cen
America! Zen perahmboolate!'
For the perambulator was the pride
of her heart. To obtain 1t she had
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Geraldine dropped despondently.
"Haindt you going to take me, too,
Tommy" she asked.
And Tommy rose scornfully.
Don't butt in he advised bruskly.
md youse won't get trun down.
On Thursday, cheerfully Juggling at
one handle of the clothes basket. for
perhaps after all it was not only love
that had moved Tommy to ask her,
Nazileh took her first journey to the
uptown end OF Dix Street. Her darkly
fringed eyes opened wider and wider
as she stared at the bits of lawn and
at shining houses whose windows.
"efery one hat lace-same keen pat
tern thad othaire weendow haf." and
when they finally reached the charm
ing old corner guarded by high brick
walls she drew deep breath.
"Tommee-o6-breen," she asked softly,
lees thad nutty ladee the ladee of a
sultan or beg?"
"a what?"
"A reech mans-leeke thad you call
preeseeden' or melonairs?"
Nope" he replied, "she hain't, but
bet you any money he could be a nald-
erman if he'd get out in de district
he's de goods, he is"
Around the corner at the big gate
way they put down the basket and
Tommy reached up for the bell.
The boy peered cautiously through
the gratings.
"squint.' he ordered tersely. She's
there
Nazileh nodded, too awestricken for
words; she shivered as she stepped
close to the ornamental bars and then
she looked for the first time at the
"nutty' lady.
Slender and dropping. sitting list
lessly in great willow chair, white
fingers twisting a bit of gay ribbon,
gray eyes staring at nothing at ALI
Nazileh drew q long signing breath,
her expressive little hands few to her
heart
allah mus sen thee tears, lofely
ladee," she whispered, her own dark
eyes filled with sadness, Allah, mus,
lofely ladee, weeth eyes of sorrow!"
"Gee!" gasped Tommy as the maid
opened the gate, "cut it out! Nuzly,
youse looks nutty YOURSELF"
Often in the days that followed the
little Syrian sat brooding over the rec
objection of that dropping woman
Once she caught up Antar and Rugged
him so closely that he squealed all his
funny little Oriental squeals.
Don you go dead, an make me
nutty," she whispered passionately;
"me-eef you do thad weel sla-ap you
good, leeke that bad Dootch ladee
slap thad bad Dootch babeel"
And once at night, when she lay
awake watching the wonderful stars,
she made little prayer, stretching out
her hands as she had seen Father Shis-
kim, the priest, do, when he prayed.
"Eef you please, Allah she muir.
INJURED, 81 leeke thad you take leetle
time-jus' leetle, to SEN thad lofely
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cheerfully toiled six weary Saturdays,
washing floors for the Dutch baker
lady, while Antar fretted increasingly
in a sticky key with label that guar
anteed the contents to be twenty-five
lbs. net, strictly pure currant jell."
The Dutch baker lady had not parted
with the precious vehicle cheaply by
any means, nor until the springs of
the wreck refused to support the
weight Of her own pudgy offspring.
But to Nazileh's eyes it was wonder
ful, its sides were still shiny with the
gummy varnish daubed upon it by the
Jew second handler" who had sold it
to Mrs. Schmidt; its guard straps were
still sticky from the sweets that the
O'Brien baby had lavished upon them
before he became a good walker"
sold it to the second handler
You'll niver have the like of this
in yer shop again, Mister Solom' n" she
assured him; at was the rich as
bought it--'nd havin' lost their young,
God rest his pretty soul, they give me
the buggy for me own that's the age of
one they lost-you're fair Robin a
poor dead baby by payin' no more for it. /"
1t was certainly true that the poor
battered cart did retain, somehow,
something Of its former smartness.
The glory of the collapsible hood that
would no longer collapse, the wonder
full rattle of the wheels, with the rub
Der almost rotted from the tires, were
things to be very proud Of; but best
of all was the little gilded monogram
on the footboard, much tarnished to be
sure, but still a memory of the first
wee occupant. Nazileh puzzled a great
deal over the involved curves of the
old English lettering, it was much pref.
tier than that in the school book. al
most as pretty as the graceful Arabic
that her grandfather taught her to love.
Antar nearly wore the skin from his
dimpled fingers trying to pull the
pretty gilt trif1es away While he
pulled be made soft, adorable baby
noises: Nazileh solemnly believed he
was "readin' the nice story" and if his
seraphic smile meant anything he
surely read very happy tale.
In her rapture over the cart and its
beloved occupant she began to move
away from her friends without any
consciousness Of their being. She
smiled dreamily as she strutted be
tween the handle bars and the dilapi.
dated hood; the handles were far too
wobbly to trust going down grade She
was pretending that she was very
rich lady taking her own little boy
to q wonderful confectioner's shop
where she was going to buy him a
large thick handful of fuzzy spun sugar
candy and little round mamoul with
figs inside.
Tommy sighed heavily as he gazed
after her.
Oats a date fer Thoisday," he
screamed, ''youse remember to hand
around, Nuzly"
II leeke thad I CO." called Nazileh
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"Nuzlyi" she cried from her base
ment window, and Nazileh, drilled
with an Oriental sense of obedience TO
ones elders, few with a swiftness that
belied her languid grace, "Nuzly. does
youse know where me boy Tom wint?"
Nazileh's dark lashes dropped on her
olive-tinted cheek.
Mel am mos sad thad l nod
know" she answered evasively.
"Wait till get my hands on 'im."
promised Mrs. 0'Brien ardently, wait
till do"
Nazileh waited patiently; waiting
comes easily to Syrians. "Whad ees
eet thad you wan'?" she asked politely.
81 want these sheets carried oop the
street to the big house." answered Mrs
O'Brien, with many loquacious details
of why she wanted them carried and
what she would do to her son for not
carrying them and generally speaking
what she thought Of boy who had in
herited such lax tendencies from his
father.
"Thad 'ouse weeth the nutty ladee?"
queried Nazileh breathlessly. Me, I
weel take thad theengs for you"
You're all right, il you are a dago,"
Mrs. O'Brien answered effusively as
she handed the bundle to the child;
God bliss ye, it's not your fault that
you is one"
"oxcuse," murmured Nazileh po-
litely, 81 ees nod da-ago Me, / ees
come from Ian of Syree-ah!"
Halfway down the block she paused
thoughtfully.
Me- go geet Antar, he weel ride
an carry the theengs," she decided.
Presently she was once more jour
neying uptown with the sheets care
fully tucked in the foot Of the battered
perambulator, and Antar, drowsily
singing himself to sleep, safely strap
ped to the cushions.
She arrived at the great iron gates
quite breathless, but when she reached
she could not quite touch the bell. She
could see the "lofely ladee" sitting in
her willow chair. This time the chair
was very near the graveled path that
led to the doorway OF the house. Just
as the child reached for the bell the
nurse disappeared within the house
The gate was not quite fast; Nazileh
pushed it open softly and pulled the
perambulator inside, and then, when
she had fixed the rickety brake, she
started cautiously down the path with
the bundle of sheets, tiptoeing when
she passed the lady, but the lady
never looked, she sat staring at moth
ing at all, twisting a bit of gay ribbon
in her white fingers.
Antar was not quite asleep; pres
emily he sat up and gurgled with sur
prise; he did not like to sit still in
his wonderful perambulator; he wanted
to move. Hts fingers fumbled at the
handle of the brake; il jiggled delight
fully. The graveled path sloped gently
toward the lady. the brake clicked it.
self loose from the fat little fingers.
and the cart rolled smoothly down the
path toward the dropping woman.
But the woman did not see; her eyes
were, indeed, blind with sorrow"
Antar sighed softly, then he leaned
over the straps and began his old
game of playing with the little gilt
monogram on the footboard
"Aie-un-um." he gurgled, very much
Y as any baby gurgles, a-ah-a-ah-" he
sang contentedly.
a The dropping woman lifted her head
s she seemed to be listening. she frowneC
: a little, she was very thoughtful.
y Antar gave an extra hard pull. Al
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For did he not know all the thrilling
details of the lady's ''nuttiness"? Was
not his own mother intimately con-
nected through her profession (she
was laundreSs) with the entire af-
fair?
But when little Nazileh Sewaya
heard the story, only half comprehend
ing Tommy's vernacular, her lovely
dusky eyes asked myriad questions
that her faltering English could not
express.
Geraldine Schmidt, who had heard
the story before and always treated the
entire affair with maddening Teutonic
indifference. made a stolid attempt to
elucidate Tommy's narrative.
She aindt regular hughouse, Nuzly,"
she explained while Nazileh CROPPED for
the meaning of the word "nutty'; she
don't throw no fits, yet, nor she don't
makes 1t that she kills nobody-she's
yust nutty."
excuse thad l ask" murmured the
little Syrian perplexedly, "whad ees
eet thad you call boog 'ouse?"
Tommy and Geraldine eyed their
friend with plying disgust. Gee" ex-
ploded Tommy, "ain't never goin' to
loirn youse NJ Yoik talk?"
excuse" murmured Nazileh peni-
tently, me. I theenk you hat nod tell
thees ad me, thees thad you calr'-her
voice wavered but with Oriental pa
thence she made the attempt, "thees-
you jus call wo-orm 'ouse"
And when Tommy had recovered
from the noisy mirth into which Ma
zileh's attempt at idiom had thrust
him. he made one last gigantic effort
at explanation.
"Bughouse is being so nutty dat
dey has TO chuck youse in Mattywan
de lady hain't got dat bad yet, but
she don't notice nothing nd she don't
know nobody she ust to nd de gent
has q nurse goil wild white cap a.
stayin' wild her all de time"
AN the leetle babee thad go dead?
The nutty ladee don forge-et heem?''
Nazileh demanded, hugging her baby
brother so close that he beat her with
his dimpled fists.
Oats wot I'm telljn' youse, reiter-
ated Tommy for the twentieth time !:
after de kid goes dead de lady goes
off her nut-'nd denis de time de gent
gives me mudder all de swell clothes
nd de buggy md t'ings dat dey has for
de dead kid Me mudder'd show you
some OF de clothes yet, but de buggy
We sells count of me kid brother is a
good walker now"
Nazileh sighed. She had hoped il
would be a nice story; all the stories
she heard were treasures to carry home
to Umn Antar, her mother. and Abu
Asaad, her grandfather. to tell them
while they counted laces in the twi
light. But her sensitive heart knew
that this story Of the "nutty" lady was
far too sorrowful to tell those sad-eyed
people.
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and crept slowly down the path, she
knelt by the battered old perambula-
tor, and her fingers, too, were playing
with the little monogram
"R z N" her voice said sweetly,
"R E N spells baby-doesn't it? doesn' {
it?" and then she drew long sobbing
breath--and there came to her the
gift of tears"
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last he succeeded; a tiny gilt letter
was loose in his dimpled hand.
"Ah! All! Aiei" he sQuealed
The staring eyes were very bright
now, they wandered searchingly about
the pretty garden, and finally they saw
the waving baby hand.
She dragged herself out Of the chair
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Iadee the geeft of tears-to take away
thad eyes of sorrow. please, amen"
IL Tommy O'Brien had not been a
young man of many affairs, his
mothers customers would have GER
tainly enjoyed a more prompt delivery
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of their clean linen. There came a
Thursday when Tommy slipped away
surreptitiously on a little matter of
his own and quite forgot that he was
to carry clean sheets to the Nortons'
housekeeper. His mother, sorely vexed,
called to Nazileh as she was return
ing from school.
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frightened nurse few across the
garden. man-servant hurriedly pushed
the little cart with the laughing baby
down the path. and Nazileh came out
of the kitchen doorway just in time
TO see Their carrying white, limp
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Il tells you wot ! does" promised
Tommy generously. "Thoisday / goes
me up Dix Street wild de wash--'nd
Nuzly. youse can help fetch md likely
youse will get a squirt at her-she
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politely; "eet ees mos keen thad you
ask me, Tommee-o6-breen"
'Geei" murmured the love-stricken
Tommy. dat COILS got de SWEETEST
manner in dis whole town. wouldn't
mind takin' her anywheres."
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Tommy o'Brien. aged ten, dearly
loved to awe all the new children who
moved into his part of Dix Street with
the uncanny tale of de nutty lady
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IoL4 ISte@ dddOGs

the same little tune that she often sang
to Antsr:
The lofely ladee--" she sang,
"The lofely ladee,
Me, lofe the lofely ladeal"
The Tupelo journal., 1912-01-19
Trustees Sale.

By virtue Of a deed Of trust executed to me
as Trustee by Ben Roger and his wife Katie
Roger, May list. 1909. and due November LIST,
1909, to secure a certain debt due Neil Clark
for S6S8. rs. evidenced by promissory note Of
even date, said deed Of trust recorded in deed
book No. SO, page ST of Chancery Clerks Of
flee in Tupelo, Lee county, Miss, and default
having been made in payment of same, | will
as said trustee. on
MONDAY. FEBRUARY 5TH, 1912
in frou, Vi the PostoIilcc door In the town of
Tupelo, Miss, sell to the highest bidder for
cash, within legal hours, the TO. flowing prop
erty, TO wit:
Part OF block 4, in Calhoun survey of the
town of Tupelo, Lee county, Miss, being part
Of the Sc IA Of Section 81. township 9. range
Is East and for a more perfect description.
commencing at the NE corner Of Abram Ar
nold's lot and running East-i50 feet, thence
South a6 feet, theme west $50 feet, thence
North 96 feet to the starting point, being the
place ,.here we now live. Also one dark
horse mule about 9 years old, named lobe,
one mouse colored bay mare mule about ~
years old name Kate; one 2 IL Fish Bros,
wagon and har, E S, to sa isfy said debt and all
cash, conveying such deed as vested in me as
trustee. liz. bOGGAN, trustee.
January /, 1912.
The Tupelo journal., 1912-01-19
SERIOUS TRIALS OF RICHES
illustrated by Suicide Of Farmer Who
Feared His Barns Wouldn't
Hold Crops.

Prosperity brings its sorrows as
well as its blessings. Many a rich
man feels the weight of his gold and
longs for relief from the response
bilities of fortune. But perhaps the
queerest form of tragedy caused by
abundance that has ever been report
ed is the suicide at Lancaster, Pa,
Of a farmer who had become melan-
choly through the fear that his barns
would not prove large enough to
hold his bumper tobacco crop. One
"a easily conceive a tiller of the soil
worrying about. empty lofts and
cribs. 1t is understandable when a
farmer frets about the drought or
the rain. Those are circumstances
that carry their own explanation. Or
it might be that a mans nerves
would be upset by worrying over the
lack of hands to harvest the bounti-
full crop. But this man had moth
ing to vex him but sheer good for
tune. What if he lost a little of his
tobacco for lack of storage room?
What if he would have to sell some
of it to his neighbors at a lower rate
than he expected to get later? The
chances are that back of this act of
self-destruction was the spirit of the
miser, dreading any loss of possible
gain. Truly, life is full of troubles
when the blessings of Providence
lead to tragedy.
The Tupelo journal., 1912-01-19
Where He Stood.

A certain federal Judge who is Sc
dignified that he doesn't wish his
name to appear In print In connection
with mere righteousness, tells an Ohio
paper a story of a cas- where a col.
ored woman was suing a railroad com
pany for personal injury. An Irish
man was being examined as to his fit
ness to serve on the jury. rs there
any reason who you cannot try this
case?" asked the attorney. "No rea-
son." Have you any prejudice against
railroad companies or corporations OF
any kind?" mot a bit" "Will you
try this ase fairly and justly and &C
cording to the ~evidence?" 81 will, sir"
Then at this present time you have
no notion as to how this case should
be decided. Sure / have-you don't
catch me there, sir. Me mind is made
up-Im for the colored woman an
agin the company"