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The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29

1 There blend the ties that strengthen
 Our hearts in hours of grief,
 The silver links that 1engthen i Joys. visits when most brief!
 Then, dost thou sigh for pleasure? 1 Oh, do not widely roam
 But seek that hidden treasure | At home, dear horne!''
 1 feWhat has a woman's dress to do
 with house hunting?'' woman may
 ask, and the answer is: Appearances weigh more with landlords than the
 average person supposes.'' Naturally, the woman who goes house hunting puts on her best ap-
 parel. If she were to wear last years suit, with the skirt to marrow she Is obliged to take nnincing steps in it, the agent would conclude t2&S She
 could not climb three flights of stairs to the third floor flat without break ing her limbs or her neck and eons1d-
 CTS it best to refuse to rent to her on
 general principles.
 If she is in search of a very small cottage in humble location, where
 very plain, but honest, working people
 reside, she should leave her white
 gloves and veil, her mesh bag and
 5igh-heeled white shoes at home. Te
 neigbors viewing her from behind
 closed blinds will take a dislike to her
 at sight if she is got up gaudiIy. The
 agent of the cottage would think twice before accepting her as a tenant, be- lieving if he rented it to her she would find the neighborhood SO uncongenial. she would want to move out again at the endfngt of a fortnight, if not be- fore.
 She may have a stunning black silk gown with hat to match, which her Iingenious fingers have made over for
 the 'teenth time, but if she looks like a fashion p1ate>in it, it would be far f1,. spicuous if her purse refuses her ev- lerything save a place where the rent lis extremely low.
 Landlords and their agents have pe-
 culiar ways of judging human nature
 and character One landlord who has never rent to a woman who has the least suspicion of paint rouge on her face. "She may be the best little lady in the whole world,'' he says, "but I'm not going to take any cllances-alI the women of the underworld are con- spicuous for the false conplexions they wear"
 Another has a horror of the woman who wears cheap 5ewelry. "She will go in for fads and is a bargain-coun- ter hunter he declares. 'tShe ,couldn': resist buying sunburst pin the size of your hand for a dollar whether she had the rent money saved up or not to save her life. If a woman comes to rent of me and she is scrupulously neat, plain black skirt and shirt waist and jacket, shoes with sensible heels, and a Iadylike hat-one that isn't a freak-if she talks fair, I'll take my chances on her, being a good honest, hardworking woman, a tenant who will pay and. on the day it's due If a mother is accompanied by her daughters huffy-ruffled grill would know she would want the paper of the front room changed every month to harInonize with her every new gown and I don't want her for ten ant
 There is a great deal of truth in all of this when you come to think it over < and reason it out from landlords point of view.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29


 and read of woman who felt as did and took Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound, so I took it too. Now am proud to tell you am dpeling fine and have given birth to boy baby. He is my Pinkham baby. I keep bottle of Compound in my house always. Mrs. PETER MARCO, Box 54, North Oxford, Mass.
 Sleeplessness, indigestion, weakness, and nervousness are symptoms which indicate a lowered vitality of the female organism, and the tonic, strengthening properties of the good old fashioned roots and herbs, contained in Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound, are just what is needed by every woman who is in Mrs. Marcos condition.
 For free advice in regard to any annoying symptom write to Lydia B. Pinkham Medicine Cos (conad adentia1l, Ly1ns Mass
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
NURSES MAY PARTY
 SUCCESSFUL AFFAIR

The annual May party of the Ladies of Charity of St. Vincent de Paul, held Saturday afternoon in the Nurses home of St. Vincent's- hospital, netted about $10O. Whist and auction bridge were played during the early part of the afternoon. A musical program in which Miss Mae Casserly and Miss Aurelia Berger accompanied by Miss Esther Honan, sang; Miss Margaret Casey, accompanied by Miss Elizabeth McElroy, gave several violin selections Miss Lillian Sullivan played a piano solo, and Miss Agnes Light gave hu- morous readings. After the numerous and attractive prizes had been award ed, tea and cake were served, and the home, which has been furnished throughout since the last annual par ty. was inspected by the guests.
 The members of the society who re- ceived the guests were: Mrs. w. E. AL len, Mrs. Henry Lee, Mrs, M. J. Elan agan. Mrs. George T. Mccarthy, Mrs. John W. Bray, Mrs. Frank c. Sanford, Mrs. T. J. Lynch, Mrs. Mary Leonard
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29

O'Connor, Mrs. J. M. Johnson, Mrs. Thomas T. Walsh, Mrs. James Meath, Mrs. Vincent Leverty, Miss Loretta Shan1ey, Mrs. Burns, Mrs. James T. Rourke, Mrs. D. E. McNamara, Miss Gertrude FrawIey, Mrs. Edward Fitz- gerald, Mrs James T. ButleT, Miss Mary A. Sullivan, Mrs. John McEIroy, Mrs. David Osborne.
 The young women invited to assist were the Misses Elizabeth Cough1in, Madeline HaIligan, Rose1yn Barkey, Catherine McElroy, Margaret Casey. Agnes Light, Florence Neary, Louise Kelly, Grace HaE@oVe, Mary McNa- mara, Kathryn McE1roy, Agnesi Me Guinness, Helen Cavanaugh, Angelus Cunningham, Jeanette O'Brien, Mar garet Hurley and Ethel Donovan.
 The small girls who were ushers were Dorothy McElrog, Celia Allen, Katherine Cu11inan, Virginia Arnold, Marguerite Sanford, Margaret Rock, Helen McMurray, Marion Chew. Eliza bNeh Harriet Spinning, Mildred Wat son, Agnes McMurray, Mary Cough lin, Mary ,LalIey, Marjorie Hartman. Eleanor McElroy and Clitus McNa- mara.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
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ToDAY's POEM
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THE DAYS END.

The desks are closed, The roaring tumults cease;3 Above the toi1ing town Are spread the wings of peace. The factories pour their teerning tide'
 of life. And laughing lips and eyes Come beaming from the mills of daily
 strife To see once more the skies. The young and old are there. Tie homely and the fair; The strong, the weak, they come, Some with a. chattering air And some in grieving dumb. <. The streets take up the throng, And living threads, they flow, Some to the homes of song, And some to novels low. Quiet and patience reign, And so few e'er complain: So happy in the gift The shadows of Hfe's want And bid the. clouds that haunt Flee from the glory of the gentle
 sum That kisses with last beams The hands whose work is done, And eyes so full of dreams. An hour. and they'll be home, And then, with varied pace. Prepare awhile to roam Abroad in pleasures grace; Or round the household board Gather in merry hoard, To read, to talk, and jest. KneeI down and thank the Lord, For labor and for rest.
  The days end-it is sweet, Tn country or in street. That cheer so hai1ows all The toil and griud and sweat That when nights shadows fail There is no heart that can forget The blessings of the teening toll of
 life That sanctifies our care And makes the world seem fair In spite of all it's strife. The Bentztown Bard, in Baltimore
 Sun.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
Fish Ti1r1baIes.

These timba1es are made of either white or red fish. not previ ous1y cook
 ed. One-haf pound fish, one-half pint bread crumbs, one gill milk, whites of five eggs, two teaspoons lemon juice, one-half teaspoon salt, a dash of cayenne. Remove skin and bones from the. uncooked fish. wash. wipe dry and chop fine with a coarse sieve. Put the stale bread crumbs over the fire with the milk; stir until hot. Remove from fire, add fish, mix well and stir in. one at a tinne.Ythe un- beaten whites of two eggs; AdA the lemon Juice, salt and pepper. Now stir in the we'll beaten whites of three eggs. Brush timbale cups with butter, dust them with trufdes and fill In the mixture. Stand the cups in a large baking pan, half filled witb boiling, water. Cover with oiled paper and cook in oven E minutes. Serve with cream sauce. If salmon is used, serve with a shrimp sauce instead of creams
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
ASKS FOR FORGIVE
 NESS TOO OFTEN

H. F. writes: @I have met a young man who appeals to me most favor ably. He tells he has devotion for me. We have been going about often to- gether. Disappointed me once. asked me to forgive. him. Tender hearted as I am, I overlooked this He made other engagements, kept them. Again, he stood up.' disappointing me. Am I to forgive him if he gives me an ex- tuse often? My heart undergoes such chagrin.''
 Why not politely let him know he is to keep his promises? There are oth- CTS worthier you will find.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
CANNOT BEAR TO
 GIVE HER UP

R. B. writes: Since Christmas have been going with a girl and have taken her places, given her candy azad music. First start, she seemed to care for me. For weeks past she has shown indifference. q have done nothing. Cannot account for it, except that she is waiting for another. She's at high school and boards. I drive six miles with her. Leave at eight o'clock Dearly love her. Cannot bear to drop her. Have nice horse and buggy to take her any place. Am busy, on farm, with best prospects and am 20 years old. Await reply
 You are worthy of the truest love. Fortunate is the girl you win. Do not believe all you hear Many gossips' reports are untrue. Have faith in the girl and, continuing worthy, you will win out.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
Something Every Woman Wants

and eyelet to make the design attract. i've The V-shaped neck is finished with two-inch hem that may be put in with featherboning or lsemstitchine.
 Pink ribbon, laced through button holed incisions makes the Empire waist line of the gown In medium size the model requires A yards 36-inch mate rial
 It is needless to say that the most inexperienced dressmaker can cut the gown after looking at the cutting guide Note the simple arrangement ce the front and back sections along the lengthwise fold of the batiste. Then note, also how the piecfng for both the sections is cut from the seIvage edga opposite the undcrarm seam. Mistakes will be impossible if the pattern is laid on the material as Illustrated in the guide.
 The construction of the nightgovn is quite as simple Close tue und@r-ar1n sleeve and shoulder seams as notchcd Turn hem at lower edge of nightgowl on small Co" perfprationg. The front of the design is indicated by large "O'' perforation near the center-front If desired, slash front and, back E inch above and below small %" perfora- tions at Empire waistline, insert rib bon and draw to the required size. The gown is just as attractive. though, if allowed to fall in straight lines.
 Many gowns are being fashionAR from crepe materials thls season. In such instances the embroidery is done in very bold design with heavy threads, but it is original and always effective. The woman who has no maid and has to struggle with the problem of the weekly laundry, finds the crepe gown a renI blessing because they re- quire only to be washed and dried when they are ready for use.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
MISS LIBBEY'S REPLIES
 TO YOUR LETTERS

Miss Libbey's answers to your letters. sGorrect name and ad- dress must be given to in sure attention. Initials printed. Write short letters on one side of paper only. Use ink. Per sonaI letters cannot be answer ed. Address Miss Laura Jean Libbey, No. 946 President St., Brooklyn, N. Y.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
LAURA JEAN L1BBYes DAILY TALKS ON HEART TOPICS
 ! Copsr4ehsea >1cSuure Newspaper Syndicate

constantly about fellows whom do not know, am I tntruding? What would be proper for me to do-leave them alone. politely, or continue tres passing. with not a word to say? Am worried greatly as to their meaning. Will you please rep1yS?''
 Keep your thoughts elsewhere, if they gossip. Walk a little with them, then politely raise your hat, saying:
 You will please excuse me? I have an appointment Bow and pleasantly start off. You will not lose girls friendship and teach them a lesson.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
PEKIN DIPLOMATS DANCE

Picking. May 2s.-Liang Tun-yen, the minister of commnnicatiohs. re- gently gave a ball to the Picking dip- lomatic colony in celebration of the birth of his first grandson. Mr. Reinschs the American minister, and virtually all the other members of the American legation were in attendance. The guests had an opportunity to see the baby, who was carried into the ball room by his nurse.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
Fish Chowder.

Slice fish in pieces about six inches long. add slices of fat pork. a, little sliced onion, 2. few pounded crackers (ship biscuit), a cup of milk. salt and pepper to taste; add also spoonful of flour and one of butter, mixed to- gether, and a little chopped parsley. Simmer this gently in a covered kettle for one hour or until very tender, and
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
Stuffed Beets.

Wash a half cup of rice and sprinkle it into a kettle of boiling water; let boil 5 minutes and. drain Chop a cup of pecan nuts and mix with the rice, add one teaspoon of salt and a little pepper. Scoop tbe centers fnom cooked beets.~ fill the space with the rice mixture, stand in q baking pan and bake 20 minutes. Chop the cen ters Of the beets, add to a cream sauce and serve around the heets.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29

and so weak l couI0 not sleep at night
 My eyesight would leave me and every thing I ate upset mg stomach was very nervous and if I would g tar t to sweep I would have to stop and lie down beforeI could finish.
 I was looking over ff7e paner On6 dav
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
Flemish Soup.

Slice five green onions, one head of celery six large pototoes. Cover with two quarts Of water and simmer until tender;- put through a sieve and re- turn to the fire. Mix smooth one tablespoon of flour and one cup Of milk, add seasoning aSd chopped parsley, and blend with the vege- tables. Pour over slices of hard boiled egg.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29

Over skirt finished with two tiny ruffles is snirred a. batiste oversight bordering with embroidery. This is also used for the. bolero and banding of the elbow sleeves. A crushed gTd1e of white taffeta ribbon, and vest and collar lace edged, will hardly bring the cost over $b, since good batiste may be had for 25 cents a yard, and only six yards are needed.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
Goldfish Pie.

Boil until tender, pick it from bones and mix with an equal quantity of mashed potatoes, a big spoonful of butter. little onion chopped fine, salt, pepper, a little chopped parsley. Bake it in a baking dish. with a nice rich paste above and below.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29

Miss Helen Abberton of 327 Broad street. will be married to pr. Edward Weldon. the latter part of next month. was the guest of honor at a shower given on Saturday evening. by Miss Jane | Weldon, pr. Weldon's sister. Miss Abberton received many attrac- tive gifts.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29

A pretty night gown is always an at traction to the woman who likes dainty. things. The shoulder line of this de- sign Is dropped slightly. and there aR two perky little bows which pretend to be sleeves, while they only hold to- gether the hemstitched armholes and neck of the batiste nightie- In addi- Eicn to the bows there are motifs of
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29

The United Independent Democrats of Brooklyn have petitIoned to Gov ernor Whitman to remove Mayor Mitchell.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29

MT. hang Tun-yen is a Yale grad uate, and was baseball player while attending the New Haven university.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
Lemon Cake.

Cream .one-half cupful of butter with one and one-half cupfuls of su- gar, then add three-quarters cupful of water. one and one-half cupfuIs of brown flour, and one-half cupfuI of wheat flour. Divide the mixture into two equal parts, and add the beaten yolks of three eggs to one portion and the stif1y. beaten whites to the other portion. Bake in two layers and put together with the following filling: Mix one tabIespoonffuI' of butter with one cupful of confection- CTS sugar. and the strained juice and grated rind of one lemon. Sprinkle cenfectioners' sugar over the top.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29

7 The body Of a well dressed middle
 aged woman was found about two miles off shore at Atlantic City, N. J.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29

serve hot. Fish of any kind, stewed in this way with mushrooms and spices, makes a good dish.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
SOCIAL AND PERSONAL,

The class of 1s16, ByII. S.. will hold it's Senior Day exercises, Friday, in the auditorium. It will be the first Senior class day to be held in the new building. The class historian is Miss Marion Meigs, class prophet. John Gainey and class poet. Raymond East wood.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29

Lauralton hall. Milford. will hold it's coIhmencement on Friday, June Is. Wilson, Mildred Neal and Ruth Green wood of this city. will be graduated.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
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Hot Sandwich. .

A hot sandwich is acceptable on a cool spring day, and, if daInti1y made, it may be handled with the fingers. Chop fine two ounces .of cold chicken, one ounce of ham or tongue and add two tablespoons of white sauce and a. pinch of curry powder. Fry squares of toast in butter. covee with the mix ture. bake 10 minutes and serve hot.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
LISTENING TO
 GIRLS GOSSIP

B. asks: s.On which side of a girl should 9 boy walk? When out with his girl aud her ehun. and they talk
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29

Unfortupately the people who can express most eloquently the way the tn esame ones who are willing to take. office.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
WOMAN so WEAK
 COULD NOT SLEEP
Made Well by Lydia E. Pink hams Vegetable Compound.

North Oxford, Mass.-t'tI had lost three children and I was all run down
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29

If some people don't hurry up and start a garden. the insect pests will not have anything to live on this sea son.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29

The hospital ship SoIace has been ordered to Hayti from Newport.
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-05-29
HOW TO DRESS
 WHILE HOUSE HUNTING

There blend the ties that strengthei
 Our hearts in hours of grief, The silver links that 1engthen . Joys. visits when most brief! Then, dost thou sigh for, pleasure!
 Oh, do not widely roam But seek that hidden treasure At home, dear horne!''
The L'Anse sentinel., 1916-10-21

dead weight into Duane's arms, and
one look ut the haggard face showed
Duane that the outlaw had taken his
last ride. He knew 1t. too. Yet that
cheerfulness prevailed.
"Buck, will you take Off my bootsT'
he asked, with q faint smile on his
pallid face.
Duane removed them, wondering IL
the outlaw had the thought that he
did not wnnt to die with his boots on.
Stevens seemed to read his mind.
Buck, my old daddy used to say
thet was born to be hanged. But !
wasn't--an' dyin' with your boots on
is the next wust yay to croak.r
you've a chance toto get over
this" said Duane.
"Shore. But I want to be correct
nbout the boots-an' say. pard, II do
60 over, Jest you remember thet was
appreciatin' your kindness"
This matter Of the outlaws boots
was strange. Duane thought. He made
Stevens az comfortable N possible,
then attended to his own needs And
- outlaw took up the thread Of his
The L'Anse sentinel., 1916-10-21

something wild In his blood. somtiii-A
thnt made him fehr himself.
Euchre wagged his old head sympa-
thet,cally. "Reckon you feel little
sick. When It comes to shootIn'. run.
What's your nge?"
'Tm twenE-three," replied Duane.
Euchre showed surprise. you're
only boyi thought you thirty any
ways. Buck. I heard what you told
Bland, an putin thet with my own
figgerin'. reckon you're no criminal
yet. THROWN a gun In self-defense--
thet aln't no crimeI"
Duane. finding relief In talking. told
more about himself.
"Huh," replied the old man. "rvc
seen hundreds of boys come In on the
dodge. Most of them, though. was no
good. An thet kind don't last long.
This river country has been an Is tho
refuge fer criminals from oil over tho
states. I've bunked with bank CASH
iers. forgers, plain thieves. an out
an'-out murderers, all Of which had no
bizness on the Texas border. Fellers
like Bland are exceptions. He's no
Texan--you seen thet. The gang he
rules here come from all over, an
they're tough cusses, you can bet ON
thet. They live fat an easy. II 1t
The L'Anse sentinel., 1916-10-21
CHAPTER w.

Two days later, about the middle OF
the forenoon, Duane dragged the two
horses UP the last ascent of On exceed
ingly rough trail and found himself on
top Of the Rim Rock, with a beautiful,
green valley at his feet, the yellow,
sluggish Rio Grande shining In the
sun, and the great Wild mountainous
barren Of Mexico stretching to [the
south.
No wonder outlaws were safe in that
wild refugei Duane had spent the last
two days climbing the roughest and
most difficult trail he had ever seen.
From the looks of the descent he
imagined the worst part Of his travel
was yet to coma
The L'Anse sentinel., 1916-10-21

Inc outlaw had bloody foam on his
lips, and he was splitting blood.
"Oh. why didn't you say sol" cried
Duane. II never thought. You seemed
all right"
"Wal, Luke Stevens may be as gabby
as an old woman, but sometimes he
doesn't say anythln'. 1t wouldn't have
done no good"
Duane bade him sit down. removed
his shirt, and washed the blood from
his breast and back. Stevens had been
shot in the breast. fairly low down,
and the bullet had gone clear through
him. His ride. holding himself and
that heavy pack In the saddle. had
been feat little short OF marvellous.
Duane did not see how It had been
possible, and he felt no hope for the
outlaw. But he plugged the wounds
and bound them tightly.
"Feller's name was Brown" Stevens
said. "AIe an him fell out over hoss
1 stole from him over In Huntsville.
We had shootin' scrape then. Wal,
as was standin' my boss back there
In Mercer seen this Brown, an seen
him before he seen me. Could have
killed him. too. But wasn't breakin'
my word to you. l kind Of hoped he
wouldn't spot me. But he did--an'
fust shot he got me here. What do
you think of this hole7"
"It's pretty bad" replied Duane
and he could not look the cheerful out.
law In the eyes.
II reckon 1t is. Wal, I've had some
bad wounds I lived over. Guess mebbe
I can stand this one. Now, Buck, get
me some place In the brakes, leave ME
some grub an water ut my hand. an
then you clear out"
Leave you here alone?" asked Du.
ane sharply.
ashore. You see I can't keep up
with you. Brown an his friends will
foller US acrost the river a ways
You've got to think of number one in
this game"
'What would you do In my caseT
asked Duane curiously.
wal, reckon I'd clear out an save
my hide" replied Stevens.
Duane felt inclined to doubt the out.
laws assertion. For his own part, he
decided his conduct without further
speech. First he watered the horses,
filled canteens and water bag, and then
tied the pack upon his own horse,
That done, he lifted Stevens upon his
horse, and, holding him in the saddle
turned into the brakes, being careful
to pick out hard or grassy ground that
left little signs of tracks. Just about
lark he ran across trail that Ste
vens said was good one to take into
the wild country.
Reckon we'd better keep right on
In the dark--till Drop" continued
Stevens, with a laugh
All that night Duane, gloomy and
thoughtful. attentive to the wounded
outlaw, walked the trail and never
halted. Dawn caught the fugitives al
a green camping site on the bank OF
q rocky little stream. Stevens fell O