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The Keota news., 1914-12-25
Notice of Application to Lease State
Lands

Lands
Once Of the State Board Of Land Commissioness.
Denver. Colo. December Il. 1914.
Notice d hereby given that w. c. Harris. whose
postofhce address b Sterling. Colo. has made ap-
plSeation No. A334O to l<ase the followina de-
scribed School Lands. situate In Weld County.
Colorado to~it:
An al Section Is. Town. NJ. Range So w.
Notice Is further hereby given that all other psS-
desiring to file 1ppie alton TO Ie1se this tract
Of land must 6le the In this office PRIOR to Jan
22. i9i5 as other application to lease the above
described Lands will be considered after said date.
VT. HOCCATT.
81 ReRisteT State Board Land Commissioners.
The Keota news., 1914-12-25

Some of the Things we Sell
Kodaks Brownie cameras
Photo supplies Passepartout tape
Photo albums Scrap books
Post cards Local view cards
Blank books Boys books
Popular copyrights Girls books
Pound paper and envelopes to match
Photo mounts and folders
Photographic local views
Blotting paper, holiday colors
Gold stars Ticket punches
Wire letter trays Metal letter trays
Angle lamps and glass ware
Big Ben clocks Book ends
Magazine subscriptions
Crepe paper, white and colors
Paper napkins, columbine design
Colored crayons Pencils
Eagle compasses Combination pens
Colorado view tablets
Business envelopes Large envelopes
Drawing paper Typewriter paper
Carbon paper Paper clips
Mending tissue Ticket pins
Stick files. Arch files
Lettering ink Tube glue
Ink eradicater China cement
Indian Motorcycles, parts and supplies
Silk cord Gold tinsel cord
Raffia, colored Card hooks
Fancy parchment paper for wrapping
A STANLEY'S
The Keota news., 1914-12-25

Mr.. and Mrs. MIX Waxham, and
Charley Fox, left for Boulder Sunday,
by auto, to visit during the holidays.
Frank Bosler left Keota Wednesday
for visit at Grand Island, Neb., his
former home town.
w. J. Simms, assisted by j. D. Haw-
kins, is plastering and kalsomining his
house this week
Postcard views of farm scenes made
to order at 81 per dozen. See Stanley.
Angle Lamps the best light givers-
at Stanley's.
The perfect gift-a Kodak. Stanley
sells them.
For fresh mutton, leave orders with
The News:
Tell it to The News.
Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-09-11

made you certain that she was not OF
our town. Now, that doesn't imply that
the women of our town do not dress
well, because they do. But there was
something about her-a f1irt of chiffon
at the throat, or her hat quill stuck in
a certain way, or the stitching on her
gloves, or the vamp of her shoe-that
was OF q style which had not reached
us yet.
AS Emma McChesney loitered, look
Ing in at the shop windows and watch
Ing the women hurrying by. intent on
the purchase Of their Sunday din
ners, that vaguely restless feeling
seized her again. There were rows Of
plump fowls in the butcher shop win
doWs, and juicy roasts. The cunning
hand of the butcher had enhanced the
redness of the meat by trimmings of
curly parsley Salad things and new
vegetables glowed behind the grocers'
plate-glass There were the tender
green of lettuces, the coral of toma-
toes, the brOwn-green Of stout aspafa-
gus stalks, bins of spring peas and
beans, and carrots, and punches Of
greens for soup. There came over the
bus1nesslike soul of Emma McChes-
ney wild longing to go in and select
a ten-pound roast, taking care that
there should be just the right proper
ton of creamy fat and red meat She
wanted to go in and poke her fingers
into the ribs of a broiler She wanted
to order wildly of sweet potatoes and
vegetables, and soup bones, and APP
pies for pies. She ached to turn back
her sleeves and don blue-and-white
checked apron and roll out noodles.
She still was lighting that wild i'm
pulse as she walked back to the hotel,
went up to her stuffy room, and, with
out removing hat or coat, seated her.
self on the edge Of the bed and stared
long and hard at the tan wallpaper.
There is this popularity about tan
wallpaper. If you stare at it long
enough you begin to see things. Emma
McChesney, who pulled down some
thing over thirty-two hundred year
Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-09-11

in, found a chair in a corner, and
noiselessly slipped into it. She sat
very still, listening, and the past-that-
mlght-have-been and the future-that-
was-to-be, stretched behind and before
her, as is strangely often the case
when we are listening to music. She
stared ahead with eyes that we're very
wide open and bright. Something in
the attitude Of the man sitting
hunched there over the piano keys,
and something in the beauty and pa
thos of the music brought a hot haze
of tears to her eyes. She leaned her
head against the back of the chair,
and shut her eyes and wept quietly
and heart-brokenly. The tears slid
down her cheeks, and dropped on her
tailored waist and her Irish lace jabot,
and she didn't care bit.
The last lovely note died away. The
fat mans hands dropped Imply to his
sides. Emma McChesney stared at
them, fascinated. They were quite
marvellous hands; not at all the sort
Of hands one would expect to see at
tached to the wrists of fat man.
They were slim, nervous, sensitive
hands, pink-tipped, tapering, blue
veined, delicate. AS Emma McChes-
ney stared at them the man turned
slowly on the revolving stool. His
plump, pink face was dolorous, sag
ging, wan-eyed.
He watched Emma McChesney as
she sat up and dried her eyes. A sat
isaed light dawned in his face.
Thanks" he said, and mopped his
forehead and chin and neck with the
brown-edged handkerchief.
'You-you can't be Paderewski
He's thin. But If he plays any better
than that, then don't want to hear
him. You've upset me for the rest
of the week. You've started me
thinking about things about things
that-that-"
The fat man clasped his thin, nerv-
GUS hands in front Of him and leaned
forward.
about things that you're trying to
forget. It starts me that way, too.
That's why sometimes / don't touch
the keys for weeks. Say, what do
you think of q man who can play like
that, and who is out on the road for
living just because he knows It's a
sure thing? Music! That's my gift.
And I've buried it Why? Because
the public won't take fat man seri-
ously. When he sits down at the
Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-09-11

lobby on her way upstairs. The place
was filed with men. They were loll-
ing in the big leather chairs at the
window, or standing about, smoking
and talking. There was a rattle of
dice from the cigar counter, and
burst of laughter from the men gath
cred about it. 1t all looked very bright
and CHEEKY, and sociable. Emma Nc
Chesney. turning to ascend the stairs
to her room, felt that she, too, would
like to sit in one Of the big leather
chairs in the window and talk to
some one.
Some one was playing the piano in
the parlor. The doors we're open.
Emma McChesney glanced in. Then
she stopped. It was not the appear
ance of the room that held her. You
may have heard of the wilds of an
African jungle-the trackless wastes
of the desert-the solitude of the for
est-the limitless stretch of the storm
tossed ocean; they are coy and snug
when compared to the utter and soul
soaring dreariness of small town
hotel parlor. You know what it is
red carpet, red plush and brocade fur
niture, full-length walnut mirror, bat
tered piano on which reposes a sheet
of music given away with the Sunday
supplement of a city paper.
A man was seated at the piano.
playing. He was not playing the Sum
day supplement sheet music. His
brown hat was pushed back on his
head and there was fat cigar In
his pursy mouth, and as he played he
squinted up through the smoke. He
was playing Mendelssohn's Spring
Song" Not as you have heard it
played by sweet young things; not
as you have heard it rendered by the
Apollo string quartette. Under his
fingers it was a fragrant, trembling,
laughing, sobbing exquisite thing. He
was playing it in way to make you
stare straight ahead and swallow hard
Emma McChesney leaned her head
against the door. The man at the
piano did not turn. So she tip-toed
Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-09-11

selling Featherloom petticoats, saw
this:
A kitchen, very bright and clean,
with cluttered kind of cleanliness
that bespeaks many housewifely tasks
under way. There were mixing bowls.
and saucepans, and a kettle or So,
and from the oven there came the
sounds Of spluttering and kissing.
About the room there hung the divine
ly delectable scent Of freshly baked
cookies Emma McChesney saw her.
self in an acknowledging checked ging-
ham apron, her sleeves rolled up, her
hair somewhat wild, and one lock
powdered with white where she had
pushed it back with a floury hand.
Her cheeks were surprisingly pink,
and her eyes we're very bright, and
she was scraping a baking board and
rolling pin, and trimming the edges
of pie tins, and turning with whirl to
open the oven door, STOPPING to dip up
spoonfuls Of gravy only to pour the
rich brown liquid over the meat
again. There were things on top of
the stove that required sticking into
with a fork, and other things that de-
manded tasting and s. ring with a
spoon. A neighbor came in to borrow
a cup of molasses, and Emma urged
upon her one of her freshly baked
cookies. And there was ring at the
front door bell, and she had to rush
away to do battle with a persistent
book agent.
The buzzing fly alighted on Emma
McChesney's left eyebrow. She swat
ted it with hand that was not quick
enough, spoiled the picture, and slow
" rose from her perch at the bedside:-
"Oh, damn" she remarked, YEARLY,
and went over to the dresser. Then
she pulled down her shirtwaist all
around and went down to supper.
The dining-room was very warm,
and there came a smell of lardy things
from the kitchen. Those supping were
doing so languidly.
"I'm dying for something cool. and
green, and fresh" remarked Emma to
the girl who filed her glass with iced
water; something springish and
tempting"
We'll" sing-songed she of the ruff
fed, starched skirt, I'VE have ham'n-
aigs, mutton chops, cold veal. cold
roast"
1.-TWO, fried" interrupted Emma
hopelessly, and pot of tea black. "
Supper over she passed through the
Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-09-11
Worm Breaks Itself to Pieces.

There is a fat worm about half an
inch long called Planaria velata which
reproduces itself in most extraordi-
nary manner. According to an article
in the Biological Bulletin when it
grows old it loses It's appetite, its
colors fade and its movements become
slow. 1t drops tiny fragment of its
tail, then another still another and SO
on until it has left about half of its
body in scattered pieces. Each de-
tached piece curls UP, secretes mu-
Gus that soon dries and forms q hard
she'll
In this condition the fragments re-
main throughout the summer, fall and
winter. In the spring the shells burst
and Iberate many minute worms,
which eat 1oraciously and soon grow
to adult size. The fore part of the
worm, after 1t has shed all these bits,
either dies or encysts itself In its turn.
Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-09-11

"Let II Go Doubles" Replied Emma
Mcchesney, and Shook His Hand.
collar and jabot with a Jerk, and
sat up
ooh, now, don't give me that bunk.
You've got a good little seller, all
right, but that guaranty don't hold
water any more than the petticoat
contains silk l know that stuff. 1t
looms up big in the window displays,
but it's got filler of glucose, or
starch or mucilage or something, and
two days after you wear it it's as limp
as cheesecloth rag. It's snowy, but
you take line like mine, for instance,
why
my customers swear by me. I
make De Kalb tomorrow, and there's
Nussbaum of the Paris emporium, the
biggest store there, who just"
Il make De Kalb, too," remarked
Emma McChesney, the light of battle
in her eye.
"You mean" gently insinuated the
fat man, that you were gong to,
but that's all over now"
"Huh?" said Emma.
"Our agreement, you know" the fat
man reminded her, sweetly. You
aren't going back on that. The cot
tage and the Sunday dinner for you,
remember"
"Of course, agreed Emma listlessly.
II think I'll go up and get some sleep
now. Didn't get much last night on
the road"
Won't you-er-come down and
have little something moist? Or we
could have it sent up here" suggested
the fat man.
You're the third man that's asked
me that today snapped Emma Nc
Chesney, somewhat Grossly Say.
what do I look like, anyway? guess
I'll have to pin white ribbon on my
coat lapel"
mo offense," put in the fat man.
with haste Il just thought it would
bind our bargain. l hope you'll be
happy, and contented, and all that.
you know"
Let it go double" replied Emma
McChesney, and shook his hand.
Guess I'll run down and get
smoke, remarked he.
He ran down the stairs in a man
ner wonderfully airy for one SO stout.
Emma watched until he vanished
around bend in the stairs. Then she
walked hastily in the direction of 65.
Down in the lobby the fat man, cigar
in mouth, was cautioning the clerk,
and emphasizing his remarks with one
forefnger.
Il want to leave call for $780,"
he was saying. Not minute later.
I've got to get out of here on that
7:35 for De Kalb. Got Sunday Gus
toner there"
AS he turned away q telephone bell
tinkled at the desk. The clerk bent
his stately head.
CLERK. Yes, ma'am. No, ma'am,s
there's no train out Of here tonight
for DeKalb. Tomorrow morning.
7:35 a. m. l sure will At $50?
Surest thing you know"
Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-09-11
!ck's FeatherloOm skirts. What's

Bucks Featherloom skirts. What's
ycurs?"
Suffering cats!" shouted the fat
man. I'D you mean to tell me that
you're the fellow who sold that bill
to Blum. of the Novelty Cloak and
Suit concern. and spoiled a sale for
me?"
you! Are you"
''You bet am. l sell the best lit
tie skirt in the world. Strauss Sans
silk Petticoat, warranted not to crack.
rip, or fall into holes. Greatest little
skirt in the country
Emma McChesney Strengthened her
Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-09-11

TVOUO0 Copyrights By Frederick A. Stokes Company

ru,ma McChesney, Mrs. q place it
h .hn BACKGROUND because she gener-
ID - tH J;sl swung off the 2:15, crossed
SV donot platform, and dived into the
.3oI ,bus She had to climb over the
NV w. Of a fat man in brown and lean
iees u IN black. to do it. Long practice
ii1 a made her perfectsin the art. She
Lev, r~o that the fat man and the thin
r were hogging the end seats so that
.hoy could be the first to register and
w. choice of rooms when the bus
esobod fine hotel. The vehicle smelled
ftraw. and mold, and stables, and
samnness. and tobacco, as buses have
srom old Jonas Chuzzlewit's time to
nis Nine wears on the road had &C
.nstomed Emma McChesney's nostrils
- Inns smells. She gaZed stolidly out
- the window, crossed one leg over
ba other remembered that her snug
snit.sk;rt wasn't built for that atti-
.nda increased them again, and
ought the delighted and under
stonding eve of the fat travelling man,
who was a symphony in brown
brown suit, brown oxfords, brown
scarf brown hat, brown-bordered hand
kerchief Just peeping over the edge
Of his pocket. He looked like a colos-
sal chocolate fudge.
"Red-faced, grinning, and a naughty
vink-Tll bet he sells collins and UNI
dertakers' supplies" unused Emma
McChesney. And the other one-the
tall lank, funereal affair in black
suppose his line would be sheet
music or maybe monographs. Or
perhaps he's a lyceum bureau reader,
scheduled to give an evening of humor-
Gus readings for the Young Mems Sun
day Evening club course at the First
NJ 3. church"
During those nine years on the road
for the Featherloom Skirt company
Emma McChesney had picked up a
side line or two on human nature.
She was not surprised to see the fat
man in brown and the thin man in
black leap out of the bus and into
the hotel before she had had time to
straighten her hat after the wheels
had bumped up against the curbing.
By the time she reached the desk the
two were disappearing in the wake Of
g beboy.
The sartorial triumph behind the
desk languidly read her signature up
side down, took a DISTINGUISHED look
at her, and yelled:
Front! Show the lady up to nine
teen"
Emma McChesney took three steps
in the direction of the stairway to-
ward which the boy was headed with
her bags. Then she stopped.
Wait a minute, boy" she said,
pleasantly enough; and walked back
to the desk. She eyed the clerk, a
half-Smile on her lips, one arm, in its
neat tailored sleeve, resting on the
marble, while her right forefinger,
trinity gloved, tapped an imperative
little tattoo. perhaps you think that
last descriptive sentence is as unnec-
eSSary as it is garbled. But don't you
get little picture of her-trim, taut,
tailored. mannish-booted, f1at-heeled,
lInpO-nN1f L,
You've made a mistake, haven't
you? she inquired
"Nistake?" repeated the clerk, re-
moving his eyes from their loving con-
Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-09-11

aena plsuOn of his right thumb-nail.
NoC Un think it over" drawled Emma
,sen esley' I've never seen nine
ewes s guI l can describe it with both
mo smut and one hand tied behind
the ,i ~ an inside room, isn't it, over
bur- wien, y, and just next to the water
wat.. "nere the maids come to draw
And :, LOT the scrubbing at a. m. :?
bum BOILER room gets in its best
sentils. i0r nineteen, and the patent
thers'a 'OrS work Just next door, and
d pet rat that makes his head
Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1914-09-11

And it's going to be now with me.
When strike the pearly gates I'm
not going to have Saint Peter say to
me, Ed, old kid, what have you done
with your talents r."
You're right" sobbed Emma Nc
Chesney, her face glowing.
by the way" interrupted the fat
man, what's your Hne?"
"Petticoats. I'm out for T. A.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-24
SAGE TEA KEEPS
YOUR HAIR DARK
When Mixed With Sulphur It
Brings Back Its Luster and
Abundance.

Gray hair, however handsome. de-
notes advancing age. We all know
the advantages of youthful appear
ance. Your hair is your charm. 1t
makes or mars the face. When il
fades. turns gray and looks dry,
wispy and scraggiy. just a few APP
plications OF Sage Tea and Sulphur
will enhance its appearance a hun
dredfold.
Don't stay gray Look young.
Either prepare the tonic at home or
get from any drug store a 50-cent
bottle of "Wyeth's Sage and Sulphur
Hair Remedy" Thousands of folks
recommend this ready to- use prepa-
ration. because it darkens the hair
beautifully and removes dandruff,
stops scalp itching and falling hair;
besides, no one can possibly tell, as
1t darkens so naturally and evenly.
You moisten a sponge or soft brush
with it, drawing this through the
hair, taking one small strand at a
time. BY morning the gray hair dis
appears; after another application or
two, its natural color is restored and
It becomes thick. glossy and lustrous
and you appear years younger
ADVERTISEMENT.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-24
FARL|NGER RAPS
BOYS HIGH AS
DISGRACE"
Condition Of Flooring Calls for
Immediate Action, He Says,
Other Schools Inspected.

Councilman A. w. Farlinger, of the
Council committee making a survey
OF city schools, reiterated Tuesday his
opinion that conditions at the Boys
High School are a disgrace and
should be remcdied at once. He de-
clared that further inspections showed
that all that had been said about the
school did not equal the actual con-
ditions, and the committee will urge
immediate improvements, particular
ly putting in new floors.
Mr. Farlinger said the committee
had found conditions at the Houston
street and Storr colo red schools bet
ter than they had expected, although
below an acceptable standard. The
committee will urge the sale of the
two schools because they are located
in practically white districts. The
erection Of schools on Fort and But
Ter streets will be urged.
Overcrowding at the two schools -
being somewhat alleviated by double
sessions.
I'VE are going to make a Through
investigation" said Councilman Far
linger. land submit a conscientious
report, regardless OF whom 1t affects.
We expect to complete our task in
the course of day or so, and when
our report Is ready a meeting of the
School Committee will be called 70
give it consideration.
1--WE shall inspect everything from
cellar to garnet, and things not found
to be entirely satisfactory will be
brought to the attention of the COM
mittee. which in turn will report to
the Council"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-24
CONSTIPATION MAY
CAUSE APPENDICITIS
1t Pays To Be Watchful and Careful.
Dodson's Liver Tone Is Recon-
mended and Guaranteed.

In a number of cases it has seemed
that appendicitis has resulted from
chronic constipation. Hence It is well
to be careful and keep the system in
as good working order as possible, for
IL you never suffer from constipation
you are likely to lessen your liability
10 other complications and troubles.
But that does not mean that IT Is
wise for you to use calomel, a poison
that stays in the system and often
leaves bad effects behind 1t, even after
you may have appeared to be benefited
temporarily. AS matter OF fact, Gallo
mel Is exceedingly dangerous to many
people. perhaps TO you. So 1t is just
as well not to take chances.
For constipation, biliousness, liver
complaint, sick headache, etc. Dodson'
Liver Tone Is guaranteed by your drug
Rist. who will cheerfuliy refund purchase
price (5Ocl instantly to you in the event
that 1t fails to give complete satisfac-
ton
Dodsons Liver Tone is vegetable
liauid, perfectly harmless. easy to take
and highly effective without pain. ache
or grippe and leaving no bad after-ef-
fects. II assists nature and builds you
up instead of weakening you. SO many
people have been immensely benefited
by this good remedy that IT'S worth your
looking into al once Make no mistake
ask for podsons Liver Tone -AD'
VERTIsEAN5Nt.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-03-24
PRESENT MARCH
COOLEST HERE
SINCE 1881

If March is able to keep up the
present ratio of GOODNESS. or anything
nearly approaching it. the month will
make history in the Atlanta weather
bureau as being the coolest since that
branch of the Government service
was established here.
THE mean average temperature
for March in Atlanta is 52.6 degrees"
said C. +. Won Hermann Tuesday.
THE coolest March we have had was
In 1891, when the average was AZ
degrees. The average for the first
% days of this month was 44.2. The
rest of the month viii have to be
very warm to bring the average high
enough to avoid breaking the record.
l think it could not possibly be warm
enough to reach the normal"
Mr.. Won Hermann says the rest of
Tuesday and Tuesday night and most
of Wednesday will be pleasant and
mild, with rain expected late Wednes-
day afternoon or early that night.