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The Ely miner., 1914-01-02
Svioht Resemblance.

Rather queer plumes women are
wearing on their hats these days"
Eyes. / suspect the milliner who
designed them must have gotten the
idea from a pipe cleaner"
The Ely miner., 1914-01-02
A Rura, COMPLAINT.

$50 you think beef will be higher"
"Yes." replied the statistician.
well, it's too bad the way things
are mismanaged. l wish there were
some way l could leave my diamonds
in the barn and put the cow in the
safe-deposit vault"
The Ely miner., 1914-01-02
Housework is a Burden

Doan's Kidney Pills nothing to injurU
nor cause habit Delicate womeU
can use them with perfect safety
The following case Is typical of ese es,ea
effected by DOan's Kidney Pifis- Grzfefeg
te stimOny is the best evidence.
The Ely miner., 1914-01-02

Mrs. wihsow's Soothing Syrup for CbtsEssx
teething, softens the gums, reduces lDsasssss-
ton allays pain cures wind collie, ,25c . boEGs -
The Ely miner., 1914-01-02

Even after eating onions gcnaas
may find some one to love her. Sss IL
is different with q mere man
The Ely miner., 1914-01-02
Natural, Choice.

Gabe-Bragley says he would rather
fight than eat.
Steve-I don't blame him. lsa4
dinner at his house one night-t-fs-
cinnati Enquirer.
The Ely miner., 1914-01-02

Stubborn Throat troubles are easily RS
ieved by Deans Mentholated Cough Dsasa.
They act like magic-5c at all Drgss,sSss
The Ely miner., 1914-01-02
Tedious.

Tedious.
HAS anything happened while /
have been away?"
mot a thing that I shall have to
whisper to you. Everybody has been
tediously decent for months"
The Ely miner., 1914-01-02

Try it for nasal and dry cataSEs.
sneezing, cold in the head, hay fever Os
any complication resulting from chrome
catarrh. Keeps the breathing passaeeG
open, thus giving sound, restful sleep zn&
no snoyrng. Soothes and heals the inaaaxe,f
membranes. Fine for nose bleed. Cas-
Kondon's, the original and genuine CatarsA
al Jeliy. at druggists or direct, In sauitxz2
tubes, 25c or SOC. Sample free. Write
The Ely miner., 1914-01-02
Mounted.

Farmer Hawbuck-What do you
charge for pictures like them?
Photographer Eight dollars
mounted.
Farmer Hawbuck = All right
Where's the horse I'm to set on?
The Ely miner., 1914-01-02
No Chance for Him.

No Chance for Him.
IF he keeps up in this manner, he'll
never make a name for himself"
Whats his failing?"
Writing anonymous letters to the
editor"
The Ely miner., 1914-01-02

The fruits of industry do not gers
on every family tree. ia
The Ely miner., 1914-01-02
A Gusher.

A Cusher.
Keep quiet. Spouters is going to
make a few remarks"
'Impossible!"
"You mean he can't talk?"
mo. / mean he can't make few
remarks"
The Ely miner., 1914-01-02

To make good resolutions is all
right but 1t Is better to make good.
The Ely miner., 1914-01-02

The big stick" the average nsas
fears Is his wife.
The Ely miner., 1914-01-02
The piaanoaia.

Tom tried to hide at first that he
was going to try and borrow money,
but he made such transparent ad-
vances for the loan of ten dollars"
"Ah, see; a sort of X-raise."
The Ely miner., 1914-01-02

Philadelphia is soon to have women
@ street cleaning inspectors.
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02

old impotence. the old intolerance. the
old disdain. With all her strength she
fought il, struggled herceIy against it.
She tried to think of the things she
had thought Of as she knelt by the chair
Ibis kindness, his patience. his never
failing tenderness. She tried to feel
again the pity and renorse she had felt
then, She lashed herself with re-
proaches and accusations. But even as
she did it. she knew it to be hopeless.
She sat up quickly-an involuntary
movement. physical protest at the in
tolerable pain of her thoughts.
And then her eyes fell on her hus-
band. He was asleep-his head thrown
back against the chair. his mouth half
open, and an expression almost Of
idiocy upon his face. She had never
seen him look like that-not quite so
repulsive as that.
No-no-not loathing! She had never
loathed hint had been only disdain-
not loathing Oh, no-no-he must not
look like that! She put her hands be-
fore her eyes. "IohrI IohnI" II was
almost a shrek.
He started up. why, my dear, what
is it,"
"Oh-I-I had such frightful dream,
and ! awoke and saw you there-I was
so frightened I thought you were going
to Albany"
Dear, you had better lie down again,
you are trembling So"
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02

He came over to her and stroked her
hand awkwardly.
She drew It away, as though to ar
range the pillow at her back.
Don't you want this other pilIow?"
She shook her head.
"No, / didn't go to Albany; we wer.
very busy at the Office, and, fortunately
/ put it off. The two-thirty train the
one ! would have taken, was wrecked
just forty miles out"
Wrecked" she repeated it duly.
Yes-s horrible wreck. l was afraid
you would see the extra and be fright
ened, so I tried to telephone you that 1
hadn't gone, but could get no answer.
You must have been asleep"
"Yes-I must have been asleep"
He took paper from his pocket and
began reading her the headlines. Could
she ever forget them-those headlines,
The corners of her mouth twitched as
she thought how glibly she could re-
peat them and how astonished he would
be if she should.
He laid the paper aside. 1T va, .
horrible wreek-the worst that road has
ever had"
"Yes-it was horrible"
I am glad you were asleep and did
not SEE the extra You might have been
worried"
She smiled family, her eyes on the
torn braid of the chair.
yes. l might have been worried
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02

Could she cook? She didn't know
enough about it to fry an egg.
Could she sew? She had once almost
sewed on a button.
Had she ever made a purchase in the
line of provisions? She simply knew that
breakfast foods were 10 cents a package.
How about sweeping. busting. bed
making, and window and dish washing?
Oh, mother had always done those
things.
She had started out once to beat rug.
but after the third whack with a stick
she had seen a girl friend passing and
And had he ever bought groceries? Yes;
when he was a boy he had once bought
three pounds of sugar and a bar of soap
for his mother.
Had he ever split wood or Iugged coal?
Never.
Had he ever sat down to a meal where
the meat was burned. the potatoes under
done, the coffee slops, and the pudding
tasting like a mixture of sawdust and
molasses? His mother had taken good
care that he hadn't.
Had he ever replaced a broken window
pane, repaired a lock on a door, made use
OF pot Of glue, handled a hammer or
saw? Never, but he had handled a bill
lizard cue.
Did he know the water rates his father
paid, or the amount Of his gas bills? No.
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02

bringing him home to her-still and life
less. and so piteously cold.
A sickening wave of remorse swept
over her. Oh, that she might kneei be-
side him and kiss his hands-the hands
It which in her heart she had so often
sneered. What if they were large and
thick and awkward-they were kindly.
honest hands, and now, perhaps, they
were burned and crushed beyond recog-
milton.
If she might only have a chance to
atone, to make some restitution for all
these years of coldness and indifference.
And it had ben worse than indifference,
thinly veiled that she could not know
how often and how deeply she had
wounded him.
How relentless had been her cruelty !
She who could never bear that any
should suffer, whose
heart went out to every friendless dog,
to every poor old dray horse-yet to
this man, this kindly, simple man, who
loved her, she had been without pity.
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02
IN THE MIDST OF ALARMS
By CLAUDINE SESSION

house bang-up. and I had a trade that
was bringing me in $ a day! Our Con-
stance don't even know how to use q
feather duster. and as for the young man,
he couldn't earn SO a week outside his
fathers officer'
But they will pull through somehow"
Well. 1 have had my say
There was a marriage and a brief
bridal tour. and then came the cottage
and housekeeping. 1t was fun settling
Nothing fitted. There were wobbles and
wrinkles and Fuckers even in the dishes.
It took a whole week to get the window
shades to hang straight II took another
to get the ache out OF their pounded
thumbs and the carpet tacks out OF their
heels. 1t was great fun, though, and
while settling was going on there was no
attempt at cooking. Crackers. cheese.
and sardines were good enough for them.
On the first morning Of their real
housekeeping they were to have a break
fast Of beefstcak, fried onions. and de-
Iicious coffee. with graham gems hot
from the oven. The young husband was
walking in the back yard to sharpen his
appetite up when called in to the meal.
He sat down at the head Of the table and
began to carve the steak.
by George
What is IT. Benson?"
He tasted Of the onions.
by thunder
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02

Had any one asked him the price Of q
ton Of coal he could not have given II
correctly!
He had a place in the ONCE of his faith
er's factory at a salary of IS per week,
and was really worth about $ Of it.
And Benson Chivers passed his twenty
first year. fell in love with Constance
Jewett. and she with him. and they had
matrimony on the brain within three
months!
Benson, you are an IDIOT" said the
young mans father.
Constance, you are an idiot" repeated
the girls father.
But love Benson"
Perfect idiocy!"
And he loves me-"
More idiocy!''
And we are going to get married!'
Go ahead. There may be a law to pre-
vent two idiots from marrying, but I
never heard of it"
David said Mrs. Jewett. when the
daughter had run away to her room, I'VE
were young once ourselves"
"Yes?"
And we met and fell in love"
"Yes?"
And got married"
'wen?"
I'VE were perhaps too young. and no
doubt folks said we were idiotic, but we
pulled through all right"
Good Lord, wife, you could run a
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02

rs anything wrong?" asked the wife.
He took a sip of coffee and spat it out
with:
The deviIr'
Benson, I ask you what is wrong?"
II don't believe any human husband
was ever called in to such a meal before!"
"Is-isn't it cooked right"
There isn't any cooking about II. You
have spoiled everything. Why didn't you
tell me that you couldn't cook"
You never asked me-
But 1 supposed you could. Of course"
And I supposed you knew enough to
drive a naIl!''
You may give the meal to Browns
dog
And you may cook the next one!''
The husband was too impetuous. and
the wife was defiant instead OF fearful.
She deserved credit for trying to cook
the meal when she knew that 1t must be
failure, but that is all. Had she burst
into tears and sobs she would have re-
ceived a pat on the head and a kiss and
all would have been over in five minutes.
But bursting into tears wasn't her way.
She felt that she had been picked on, and
that She would rather tight than weep.
The husband arose and cIapped on his
hat and marched out Of the house. This
is a husbands privilege. and he always
makes the most OF 1t. while knowing at
the same time that he is making a fool Of
himself.
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02
AN EXTRA" :"
Author of The Journal of Neglected Married Life ete)

been too sudden, she could not face it
now. With a quick movement she
thrust the paper behind the couch, and
threw herself down as though asleep.
The door opened. There was a mo-
ment's pause. then the gentle closing of
the door and a careful tiptoeing across
the room-the ponderous tiptoeing of a
heavy man.
Another pause, then a moving Of
things on the msntel, a search for
cigars and matches, more tiptoeing and
the creaking of a chair. And now she
listened with curious expectancy for tho
striking of a match. But the silence
was profound.
She looked up through half-closed
lids. He was patiently holding the ei-
gar, fearing to light it lest he wassn
her. The heavy, ford face, the awk-
ward set of the shoulders, the great, un-
calmly fgure-she closed her eyes with
a sickening sense of faintness.
1t had all come back That one swift
glance had brought it all baek-all the
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02
By MABEL HERBERT URNER

She slipped down on her knees beside
the chair. 1t was hardly prayer
those haif-formed, incoherent sentences
that she murmured. 1t had been years
since she had prayed; but now she was
following the primitive instinct that is
in US aIl-the seeking of some supreme
power in the moment of greatest need.
A long while she knelt there. only
vaguely conscious that the chair arm
was pressing painfully against her
cheek, and that her nervous, trembling
fingers were tearing the braid of the
embroidery.
There was a loud closing of a door,
and the sound of steps in the hall be-
low. Slow, heavy steps-her hus-
bands!
She stood up, straight and still The
steps came nearer. Now they were on
the stairs. Amid the whirl of emotions
that swept over her, she was clearly
conscious of but one thing-s desire to
escape, to gain time. The reaction had
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02

them aside with perfunetory thanks
and impatient disdain for his awkward
ness.
And then she thought of the letter
she had written her younger sister a
few days before: Marry Jack Craig
if you want to. He is clever, brilliant
fascinating-and, after all, those are the
things that count. He may be a scoun-
drel, a drunkard, rake-oh, Madge,
it doesn't matter what he is-if only he
isn't fool You can forgive a man
you love everything but stupidity. That
is the one hopeless, objectionable thing.
There is no wretchedness so great as
that of a woman married to man that
she knows is fool"
That she had not sent the letter gave
her little comfort, for she had destroyed
it, through no sense of loyalty to him,
but from the instinct which prompts US
to conceal our wounds.
The telephone bell in the hall rang
out sharply. There was a little pause
and then it rang again-a loud, impa-
tient ring. But she did not move; she
sat with clasped hands, her eyes staring
vacantly toward the hall. They wanted
to tell her of his death She would not
let them. She knew il already; she
would not have it put into words.
The bell rang again, and yet again
with angry pe.sistency, and she listened
with a curious sense of defiance. When
at length it ceased she pictured them
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02

Of others. simply because Of something
about their personalities which repels.
These people are very often proud and
sensitive. and they wonder why they are
Stunned and avoided, but they never
learn to study themselves. and to find
out the real reason.
The virtues that make the heart rich,
must come from a sweet disposition, a
helpful. sunny soul.
A happy temperament, a desire to scat
ter Joy and gladness, TO be helpful to
everybody. are wonderful aids to friend
ship and a sovereign cure for loneliness.
II you would be happy and have many
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02

In such cases a wife also has q special
privilege. She can put on her hat and
go home to mother and be sure Of a SYM
pathetic reception In this instance II
was a mile to mothers.
The young wife would go home. The
idea of q husband finding fault with his
wife because she couldn't cook was
something so outrageous that she knew
her mother would advise immediate di-
vorce. She might not be awarded ALI
mony. but there was the stage to turn
to. With her face and figure, and with
the way she could sing Coming Thro'
the Rye" It would be as easy as grease
to make 500 per week.
1t was high noon when she was ready
to set out, and she didn't even take Ben
sons photo with her. As a matter Of
fact. she gave IT a disdainfuI look as she
passed out.
Arriving at the proper spot. she climbed
the fence. and hadn't progressed ten rods
when she walked into an old uncovered
well. 1t was six feet deep. with a foot
of mud and water at the bottom, and
when she had managed to get out. she
was covered with a good deal Of real es-
tate and had lost a good share of her re-
sentiment.
Some one that knew the young wife
was passing and saw her. and further
on he met the husband and told him
about II.
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02

He arose and looked for a tree. He saw
one.
The clutch was released and away sped
Mr.. Chivers.
The bull got a fair sight Of him with
both eyes and bounded after him with
bellows that made the bushes sway as in
a gale.
When the man was fairly seated on a
limb ive feet from the ground he found
a woman beside him. 1t took only few
minutes for him to recognize her as his
wife-the wife who couldn't cook for
shucks.
She had recognized him as his coat
tails few and dipped across the pasture.
but she had not welcomed him with glad
words.
They looked each other in the face for
a moment and tIen turned away. Five
minutes passed. and the bull stopped his
snorting to wonder what sort Of people
they were.
Another FIVE minutes. and then snick-
er from the wife. followed by what might
be called a giEgle from the husband.
Another giGgle. Another snicker. and
then. as the disguised bull walked away:
Y amt mad. Constance
Nor 7, Benson
Let's go home and be good
And he has eaten OF her cooking ever
since.
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02

self. and even jeopardized his life. be-
cause he loved the people. The world
loves a Florence Nightingale, because she
gave up ease. comfort. and the luxuries
Of home to administer to the sick and
wounded soldiers in the Nth and disease
Of the camp. The world has no use for
the man who lives only for himself. 1t
gives its love and laurels to the chivaI-
rous and kind. 1t gives them to the SOL
dier, the fireman. the nurse, the engineer,
the sailor-every one who gives his life for
others.
Many men and women go through life
with sense of loneliness. hungry for
friends and for the love and admiration
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02
tcop,rirht. rsln


a IL the passengers in the rear
~ sleeper had been killed. but as
yet few bodies were identified.
Only two or three names were given.
A rough cut of shattered, burning car,
with Terrible Wreck" in huge bill
board letters took up half the page.
She never forgot how that page
looked; at any time in her after life
she could have reproduced it, even to
the blurred lines under the heavy black
type. The paper was fresh from the
press, and the odor of printers ink was
ever afterward associated with that
hour.
The newsboys were crying the extras
in the street below, and now and then
came the sound of distant hand-or-
gan.
There were two other trains he
might have taken-and this one. From
the moment she had first glanced at the
paper, she felt with a fearful certainty
that it had been this one.
And now all the unkindness and cold
ness and intolerance that she had ever
felt for him was burning itself into her
brain.
Only yesterday, her birthday, he had
brought her a great box of roses. Awk-
wardly and clumsily as was his way, he
had given them to her, and she had laid
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02

give nothing. or give all and receive moth
ing. and expect to experience the Joy and
fullness of true companionship.
THE secret Of being loved is in being
lovely, and the secret of being lovely is
in being unselfsh."
Is there not something in human ma
ture which loves kindness and despises
selfishness? Does not everybody love a
broad, magnanimous. kindly heart? The
man who is always studying his own ad
vantage, always looking for the main
chance, never elicits our love or draws
US to him.
The world loves a Lincoln. because he
sacrificed self, comfort, ease, health it.
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02

sympathy and love which had never come
to her, and that she had taken this un-
usual means to ind out what people real
ly thought Of her.
The unhappy woman did not realize
that her confession Of loneliness was
really an indictment of herself, that her
foriorn condition was the result of her
attitude toward the world. She had neg
lected her old friends and had not cuIti-
waited new ones. She had been selfish
and had not given her love and sympathy
to others. and how could she expect love
and sympathy from them?
Reciprocity is the keynote of a truly
happy life. One cannot receive all and
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02

Going home to mother to tell what a
brute I am" exclaimed Benson to him.
self. We'll. will follow on and relate
my side of things" He started OF. took
the short cut. and as II Fate had planned
1t for two weeks ahead. he. tOo. went into
the old we'll He. too. got a large and lib
eral dose Of freedoms soil.
Behold husband and wife a quarter OF
a mile from each other. each under a
bush. scraping OF the mud and thinking
of beefsteak and fried onions
Hearken to a low and oninous below
ing. such as preceded the Johnstown
tragedy!
Behold that bull who had scented and
got his eyes on the trespassers!
He paws the earth. He throws clods
over his back. His tail switches the
bushes.
Mrs. Benson Chivers knew nothing
about cooking. but she did know an
angry bull from a placid old COW. She
knew that he was coming for her. and
that her salvation was to climb up the
tree behind her. She climbed.
When the bull arrived where the wom-
an had been she was there no longer. He
figured over the mystery for about ten
seconds, and then went looking for the
man. The man was no boob to sit there
scranInR ofF mud while ~ huII as hi1 a
a freight car was looking up his record.
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02
6g1E1Eht, H1l

oncs heard 0t . woman who had be-
cone % fr5eDdless and so lonely that she
secreted berself In her home. drew the
curtains. and put crepe on her door in
order to ind out what people would be
likely to do when she das dead.
The next morning her neighbors and
acquafntances saw the big streamers Of
crepe and people who had not called on
the old lady for many years focked to
the house. Many brought floral offerings.
What was their surprise to md the sup
posedly dead woman very much alive sit
ting In q chair!
She told her callers how friendless she
had been and how she had hungered for
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02

friends. cultivate an open nature. .
kindly, cheerful manner. q Joyous Spirit;
do not be stingy with your praise. your
cordiaIity, your helpfulness- Fling out
your best to every human being at every
opportunity. Learn to say pleasant things
to people about themselves: do generous
things. and you will be surprised to see
how your life will enlarge, your soul ex-
pand. and your whole nature become en-
riched and ennobled.
It is only he who loses his life. who
gives II royalty in kindly. helpful service
to others that finds it. This is the SOW
ing that gives the bountiful harvest.
The Washington herald., 1914-08-02

A IL the passengers in the rear
"A sleeper had been killed. but as
Bisbee daily review., 1914-08-07
BURRO THIEVES ARE
 INVESTING DISTRICT
Boys Steal Four Animals While
 Mexican Owner Is CoIlecunq For Load of Wood Just Delv-
 cred - Commotion Followed

When several little trouble makers from Che Lincoln school district Of Tombstone canyon stole four burros from Andrew. a Mexican wood hauler yesterday evening Che whole of Chat part of the canyon was aroused by the oommouon which followed when An drew tried to catch the mischief mak- CTS
 It seemed Jhat a boy called "Toughy" had driven tho burros from the side of a hin where they were standing. while their drifer was collecting thc money for the wood he had delivered and had turned them over to a crowd of young rufhans who had immediate ly proceeded to strip them of their packs and drive the burros away. About this time Andrew came on the scene and began pursuit ol ,be brig ands. who scattered SO effectively that he was unable. to vent his passion I'D. on them in any othe way chan through the mouth
 This bunch of lads have for the past few weeks been causing a great deal of trouble in this district by stealing peaches, tin canning dogs and other tricks, until a great many peo- pie are almost in arms. If the lads do not stop their mischief shortly some Of the threats made against them may come true