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The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1917-05-10
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The Librarian has furnished the following
library report for the month of April, 1917:
Population ...............959 ...................
Readers. .875 .........
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Biography .................
Essays, Poetry, Drama .....................32
AL II
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Miscellaneous
sociology
NClISiou ......'. LID
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The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1917-05-10

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Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-09-27

lose herself staring at the sky. She
paid little heed to Fyfe's warning
beyond n smiling assurance that she
had no intention of counting wat
cry end.
So one day in mid-July she waved
farewell to Jack Junior, Growing
in his nurses lap on the bank,
padded out past the first point to
the north and, pillowing her head on
a cushioned thwart, gave herself up
to dreamy contemplation of the sky.
There was scarce a ripple on the
lake. A faint breath of an offshore
breeze famed her, drifting the canoe
at a snail's pace out from land.
Stella luxuriated in the quiet after
noon. A party of campers cruising
the lake had tarried at the bunga-
low till after midnight. Jack Fyfe
had risen at dawn to depart for
some distant logging point. Stella,
once wakened, had risen and break
tasted with him. She was tired,
drowsy, content to lie there in pure
physical relaxation. Lying so, be-
fore she was aware of it, her eyes
closed.
She wakened with a start at a
cold touch of moisture on her face
rain, great pattering drops. Over
head an ominously black cloud hid
the face of the sun. The shore,
when she looked lay a mile and a
half abeam. To the north and be-
tween her and the lands rocky line
was a darkening of the lakes sur
face. Stella reached for her paddle.
The black cloud let fall long gray
streamers of rain. There was
scarcely stirring of the air, but
that did not deceive her. There was
a growing chill, and there was that
broken line sweeping down the lake.
Behind that was wind, a summer
gale, the black squall dreaded by the
Siwashes.
She had to buck her way to shore
through that. She drove hard on
the paddle. She was not afraid, but
there rose in her a peculiar tensed
UP feeling. Ahead lay a ticklish
bit of business. The sixteen foot
canoe dwarfed to pitiful dimensions
in the face of that snarling line of
wind harried water. She could hear
the distant murmur of it presently.
and gusty puffs of wind began to
strike her.
Then it swept up to her, a ripple,
a chop and very clos behind that the
short, steep, lake combers with a
wind that blew off the tops as each
wave head broke in white, bubbling
froth. Immediately she began to
lose ground. She had expected that,
and it did not alarm her. If she
could keep the canoe bow on there
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-09-27
Fashions Of To-Day By May Manton

No costume that the wardrobe
contains is more in demand than
the attractive afternoon gown,
This is a novel and smart one
and at the same time a simple
one. You can make it yourself
without the least little bit of
trouble. The trimming is mar
row soutache braid applied over
a stamped design and comes
easily within any woman's
reach. Here, the material is a
soft crepe with satin used for
TIE collar and the belt and the
little piece across the front of
the blouse, but if you like, you
can make the skirt of silk and
the tunic and the blouse of a
thinner material, or you can
make the entire gown of silk
with the sleeves of Georgette.
The tunic makes an important
feature of the Fall fashions and
braiding is a favorite trimming
whatever the material chosen.
1t is easy to apply and incident
ally it is of exceedingly modest
cost while its effect always'is a
good one.
For the medium size the
blouse will require, 2I yards
of material SO inches wide, 2
yards a., and the skirt, "a
yards of either width, 3A yards
SO, 8 yards a., for the tunic.
The blouse pattern No. e5Io
is cut in sizes from 81 to ~
inches bust measure and the
skirt pattern No. 9523 in sizes
from o4 to 81 inches waist
measure. They will be mailed
to any address by the Fashion
Department of this paper, on
receipt of fifteen cents for each.
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-09-27
All's w ell That
q Ends w ell y

course, it's DONE" she protested.
What makes you think it isn't?"
Mrs. French looked helpless, but
for the life of her could not answer
this question.
Let me tell you something" Mrs.
Wells continued, determined to say
what was in her mind. You're all
wrong about what people do and
what they don't do. The thing is to
be natural and not worry about what
they do. Every one is more attractive
when he or she is natural, and it is
the most natural thing in the world
for me to help with the tea things"
But the kitchen is dreadful.
sighed Mrs. French, still clinging TO
that feeling that appearances must
be preserved at the cost of every
thing else. The truth of the mat
ter is that have been washing some
of the finer things myself, only
didn't like to tell you. for fear OF
what you might think"
II think it's splendid" said Mrs.
Wells, naturally. II often do it. and
Mrs. Maxwell always does all her
lingerie herself"
Mrs. Colby MAXWELL" asked Mrs
French in bewildered amazement.
Mrs. Wells nodded.
Well" And that one exclamation
told its own story of half convinced
incredulity.
The big kitchen was warm and
cozy.
whats that lovely smell?" asked
Mrs. Wells, shifting at an intangible
and wholly delicious odor.
Gingerbread. | made some for
the children. 1 used to be quite a
cook in the old days." replied Mrs.
French, with a manner thoroughly
charming and as different from her
usual one as night is from day.
Are we going to have some with
the tea?"
"Oh! Would you really like some?"
asked Mrs. French eagerly, Il have
other cake. you know"
But / love gingerbread" said Mrs
Wells. And the two women began to
chat informally about casual house
hold things, Mrs. Wells drawing out
Mrs. French step by step until she
never would have known the laugh
ing. jolly little woman. so different
was she from the fussy, unnatural
person she had known at first.
why, I've had a lovely time"
Mrs. Wells said to herself as she
went down the garden walk some
time later. "She is worth while after
all, and I'm going to keep right on
being friendly with her till she finds
herself. After that she won't have a
bit of trouble making friends, for
she really is a dear"
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-09-27

was an even chance that the squall
would blow itself out in half an
hour But keeping the canoe bow on
proved a task for stout arms. The
wind would catch all that forward
part which thrust clear as she topped
sea and twist it aside. tending al
ways to throw her broadside into
the trough. Spray began to splash
aboard. The seas were so short and
steep that the canoe would rise over
the crest of a tall one and dip its
bow deep in the next, or leap clear
to strike with q slap that made
Stella's heart jump. She had never
undergone quite that rough and
tumble experience in a small craft
She was being beaten farther out
and down the lake, and her arms
were growing tired. Nor was there
any slackening of the wind.
The combined rain and slaps OF
spray soaked her thoroughly. A
puddle gathered about her knees in
the bilge, sloshing fore and aft as
the craft pitched, killing the natural
buoyancy of the canoe, so that she
dove harder. Stella took a chance
ceased padding and bailed with a
small can. She got a tossing that
made her head swim While she lay
in the trough. And when she tried
to head up into it again one compeT
bigger than it's fellows reared up ana
slapped a barrel of water inboard.
The next wave swamped her.
Sunk to the clamps, Stella held
fast to the top sides, crouch1ng on
her knees, immersd to the hlps IN
water that struck a chill through
her flesh. She had the wit to re-
member and act upon Jack Eyre
coaching-namely, to sit tight ana
hang on. No sea that ever ran can
sink a canoe Wood is buoyant. so
long as she could hold on the sub
merged craft would keep her head
and shoulders above water. But IL
was numbing and cold. Fed by
glacial streams, Roaring lake is ICY
in hottest midsummer.
What with padding and bailing
and the excitement of the struggle.
Stella had wasted no time gazing
about for other boats. She knew
that if any one at the camp saw her
rescue would be speedily erected.
Now, holding fast and sitting quiet
she looked eagerly about as the
swamped canoe rose loggily on each
wave.
heartened by seeing distinctly some
sort of craft plunging through the
blow. She had not long to wait
after that, for the approaching
launch was a lean lined speeder,
powerfully engined, and she was be-
| ing forced Stella supposed 1t was
one of the Abbey runabouts. Even
with her teeth chattering and numb
ness fastening itself upon her she
shivered at the chances the man
was taking. 1t was no sea for a
speed boat to smash into at thlrty
miles an hour. She saw 1t shoot
off the top of one wave and disappear
in a white burst of spray, slash
through the next and bury itself
deep again, flinging a foamy cloud
far to port and starboard. stella
cried futilely to the man to SLOW
down. She could hang on long
tine vet but her voice carried no
distance.
To he Continued
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-09-27

why don't you go in and back her?
With such start and good markets
near at hand
'What?" she squawked incredu-
lousy. Risk by income - all that
stands between me and the poor
house - on chance like that?"
She could not have been more stir
red If 1 had proposed that she join
in committing n murder.
Naturally 1 dropped the subject,
especially as Ada came up at that
moment and suggested walk
among her flowers. l stared at
her in astonishment, for l remem-
bered her as a gawky girl, and now
she was ) blooming, lovely woman.
She evidently breathed, thought,
lived only for the garden. Her
face grew soft and tender, her eyes
shone with an almost maternal light
as with loving touch she plucked
away a dead leaf here, or trained
back a struggling branch there.
She explained in detail how the
garden had grown from small be-
ginnings, and as l took in the COM
prehensive, systematic method with
which she had gone to work |
marvelled at her executive ability.
She reveled in my praise a mo-
ment; then suddenly her face
clouded over.
II don't know" she sighed, Fan
ME says I'm an awful fool. At any
time we may have to give up this
labor l have put into the garden will
go for naught. OF course, if l could
lease these two vacant lots behind
u.s." she was obviously rehearsing
an ambition she had long entertain
ed that ] would come cropper on
go into it on commercial basis. I
could manage all the growing end of
it, but, as Fannie says, the marketing
is the great problem. She's convinc-
e dthat L would come a cropper on
that"
"Fdge!" I exclaimed. zone is
never too old to learn. If you
would put the same energy and
initiative and enthusiasm into the
disposal of your product that you
have put into creating it, I'll bet
YOU would succeed. l know q girl
down an Long Island who wasn't
trained to that sort of thing, either,
and she has made a success of it"
"Oh, / know. / hear of those
cases. too" despondently. But Fam
ME says there'd be no such luck for
me. She says the first season
started q terrible blight would pro-
badly kill all my flowers"
my dear girl" | said, "the worst
possible blight that could come has
already fallen upon you and your
garden-the blight of Fannie's pes
simistic fears. Since you can't well
chuck Fannie where she belongs, on
the ashheap, do the next best thing.
Never listen to n word she says Do
the thing you want to do and be-
lieve you can do. Believe in your
self, and today and tomorrow. Leave
the Knockers the Dampeners of
Enthusiasm, the timorous Prophets
of Disaster to their own special COM
partment in the hell that Is reserved
for them"
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-09-27
BY Jane Mclean.

MRS. WELLS had never cared
very much for fussy little Mrs.
French. But there was something ap-
pealing about the little woman when
she stopped trying to show off and
was natural and unaffected. Usually,
though, this better self that Mrs.
French possessed was not uppermost
She was filled to the brim with little
mannerisms, ideas as to what the
best people did, and what they did
not do. when to tell the truth the best
people saw little or nothing of Mrs.
French and never invited her any
where.
But Mrs. Wells was different. She
belonged to the upper crust in Glen
crest, yet she was womanly. 1t was
Mrs. Wells who had called on
Mrs. French despite the fact that she
was just a little bit ordinary, and 1t
was Mrs. Wells who had caught Mrs.
French worrying and fretting over a
sick child, and seen the real woman
look in the pettish little face, and
who really knew that underneath
Mrs French was really somebody.
Other people would ! I've recognized
this fact, too, if Mrs. French had not
been so busy trying to hide her nat
ural qualities and to be some one
quite foreign to herself.
Each time that Mrs. Wells called
she wondered why she did it. These
calls of hers were always the same
and resulted in nothing. Since that
one day when she had felt that for
once Mrs. French had been seen in
her true colors nothing else had hap
pened. Mrs. French spent the entire
call in conversation about what the
best people did, and how affairs were
managed in the best set. This call
began no differently from the others.
MY maid has left" the little
woman said tragically. "Of course,
l am nearly frantic. The children's s
clothes have been nearly ruined by
an incompetent washwoman, and L
am at nv wits end"
Mrs. Wells had a sudden brilliant
inspiration, but she bided her time.
You won't mind if attend to the
tea things myself to-day, will you?"
Mrs. French continued.
Lets do it together ;" Mrs. Wells
suggested.
Mrs. French lifted her eyes in
horror. "Oh, my dear, how good of
you to offer; but, of course, l could
not think of such a thing"
"Rut. why not?"
"Why, it isn't DONE"
Mrs. Wells laughed heartily. "Of
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-09-27
CHAPTER N

ShAII IILIN IA
A Close Call and New Acquaintance
With the recurrence of spring
Fyfe's household transferred itself
to the Roaring lake bungalow again.
Stella found the change welcome,
for Vancouver wearied her. 1t was
little too crude, too much as yet
in the transitory stage, in that civic
hobbledehoy period which overtakes
every village that shoots up over
swiftly to a city's dimensions.
So she was quite as we'll pleased
when q mild April saw them domi-
cilcd at home again. In addition to
Sam Foo and Fend Shu, there was
nurse for Jack Junior. Stella
did not suggest that; Fyfe insisted
on it. He was quite proud of his
boy, but he did not want her chained
to her baby.
So apart from voluntary service
on behalf of Jack Junior, she was
free as of old to order her days as
she pleased. Yet that small morsel
of humanity demanded much of her
time, because she released through
the maternal floodgates n part of
that passionate longing to bestow
love where her heart willed. Some
times she took issue with herself
over that wayward tendency. BY
all the lules of the game she should
have loved her husband. He was
like rock, solid, enduring, patient.
kind and generous. He stood to her
in the most intimate relation that
can exist between a man and n
woman. But she never fooled herself
She never had so far as Jack Fyfe
was concerned. She liked him, but
that was all. He was good to her,
and she was grateful.
Nevertheless she had recurring
periods when moodiness and ill
stifled discomfort got hold of her.
Sometimes she stole out along the
cliffs to sit on a messy boulder, star
ing with absent eyes at the distant
hills. and sometimes she would slip
out in canoe to lie rocking in the
lake swell, just dreaming, filled with
a passive sort of regret. She could
not change things now, but she
could not help wishing she could.
Fyfe warned her once about get
ting offshore in the canoe. Roaring
lake, bent in the shape of a boom
erang between two mountain ranges,
was subject to squalls. Sudden bursts
OF wind would shoot down its length
like blasts from some monster fun
mel. Stella knew that. She had
seen the CLASSY surface torn into
whitecaps in ten minutes. but she
was not afraid of the lake winds,
She was hard and strong. The open,
the clean mountain air and a meas
ure of activity had built her up
physically. She swan like a seal.
out in that sixteen foot canoe she
could detach herself from her world
or reality, lie back on a cushion and
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-09-27
APPOINTMENT IN INDIA

London, England. - The appoint
ment of Sir Ali Imam, X. c. S. l.. as
Judge of the high court of judicature
of Patna, India, has been approved
by the king. Sir Ali Imam succeeds
Justice Sharfuddin. who resigned on
his appointment to the executive
council of the Lieutenant Governor Of
Bihar and Orissa.
Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-09-27
BIG
TIMBER
By
BERTRAND w.
SINCLAIR
Continued
Copyright. 1916. BY Listls. B~svn
g Co.

Later, when summer was on the
wane, she withdrew from much of
this activity, spending those days
when she did not sit buried in q
book out on the water with her hus-
band. When October ushered in
the first of the fall rains they went
to Vancouver and took apartments.
In December her son was born.
The Ward County independent. [volume] (Minot, Ward County, N.D.) 1902-1965, 1917-04-19
MINOT And VICINITY

Farm wages at Westhope and many
other localities in the state are $45 a
| month.
Editor c. r. Kendall of Granville
transacted business in Minot Wednes-
day.
Editor and Mrs. D. r. Green OF
Sawyer were in the city on business
Tuesday.
Robert Evans, Jr., has bought a
number of draft horses and is now en-
gagged in farming the Evans ranch
west of the city.
Peter Scott, new game warden for
the northern district, arrived from
Bottineau Wednesday to look after
business.
Mrs. G. Aurland, who has been Wis
iting with her daughter, Miss Helen
Aurland at the University of Wiscon-
sin, and at her old home at Fort At
kinson, Wis, returned Wednesday.
Hans Sorenson, of the Nilsen Farm
Tractor Co., was in the city yesterday
He has about recovered from his acct
dent of a year ago and now walks
without cane.
Geo. M. Robinson of the Coleharbor
Stock Farm, bot ton of Bromus In
ermus and slender wheat grass seed to
be used in seeding section of land
Peter Grindberg, the Surrey auto
dealer, was in the city Wednesday.
The day before he made "a mile drive
thru the mud. Grindberg Bros. sold
four Maxwell cars in week.
Nine. Schumann-Heink, the famous
singer, who owns a summer farm
home in eastern North Dakota, has
four sons. One is serving in the Ger
man navy, the other three will fight
for Uncle Sam.
Hugo Spier, representative of the
Barnhart Bros. & Spindler type foun-
dry, St. Paul, recognizing the Minot
territory as the very best in the west,
is now making Minot his headquar-
tiers.
Ole Den, who owns a fine home
southwest of the city, has displayed
the right kind Of patriotic spirit by
placing a large American flag on a
staff on top Of his home, which can be
seen for miles.
James Shaw, who was taken before
Judge Amidon at Fargo last week,
charged with embezzling funds from
the Logan postoffice, entered plea of
guilty and will receive his sentence as
soon as the judge has taken his case
under advisement.
P. H. Rourke, for fourteen years U
S. district attorney and one of the best
known members of the bar of North
Dakota, died in Florida where he spent
The Ward County independent. [volume] (Minot, Ward County, N.D.) 1902-1965, 1917-04-19

the winter in hopes Of regaining his
health. The body was interredat Lis
bon.
J. N. Anderson, president Of the
American Society of Equity was the
guest of Grant S. Youmans Friday.
Williston is soon to have a Knights
Templar Commandery, application to
be made at an early date. The Willis
ton Knights are now in the Minot jur.
isdiction and as that is live Masonic
center, the city is entitled to Com
mandry.
Mr.. and Mrs. Everett Bunker from
southeast of the city, were in Minot
Friday making arrangements with
Contractor A. c. Mitchell for the con-
struction Of fine new bungalow which
they will build on their farm at once.
The house will consist of eight rooms
and will cost nearly $4,000 when com
pleted.
Ensign Ellis of the local Salvation
Army Corps, is thoroly patriotic and
when he overheard man make an
unpatriotic statement on the street
the other day, he demonstrated with
him. "Your business is to save souls
and not to NEEDLE in these affairs"
the Salvation Army man was inform
ed. "Come out into the middle of the
street and I'll save your SOUL" Mr. Ell
lis replied, squaring off and getting
ready for one of his "haymaking"
swings, but the man who was not 10y
al sneaked away.
Michael Steiff, prosperous rancher
from four miles this side of Russo, Wis
tied the Independent office Tuesday.
Eleven years ago Mr.. and Mrs. Steiff
came from Ohio and settled in the hills
near Ruso. Mr.. Steiff had financial
reverses in Ohio and came here with
out cent. He engaged in the ranch
ing business and today owns three
quarters Of valuable land besides a
good-sized herd of cattle. He winters
thirty head, having sold off large
number in the fall. His sons are all
either in the U. S. army or navy. One
of them, George, who lived in Minot
years ago, died year ago while serv-
ing in the navy. Another son is with
the army in the Philippines.
The Minot Dairy Co. is paying so
cents pound for butter fat.