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The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-26

think I'd know where it was within half mile. Perhaps some old COW has sucked all the water out, and the face I was to look for has become hill of corn!"
 Were you looking for a spring, kind sir? called the girl in mocking tones.
 By George." from the cornsta1ks.
 eff so, it is here"
 Who is it?"
 "A damsel in distress"
 Say, if you are taking a bath in the spring"
 But I'm not"
 It was a young man who burst out of the corn and stood surveying her fora moment before whistling note of surprise and then asking:
 What sort of a performance is this?"
 q guess we'll entitle 1t quicksand bath!"
 By George! By George!"
 And when you get through with MT. George you can see if I am worth saving! I have had all the feeling pinched out of me and am tired of hanging to this bush
 George Chester had mechanical sense, even if he did work in a music store A rope and horse would have pulled the girl out, but he broke down a young tree and used it as lever, and the quicksand grudgingly let go.
 You see," he said, as Miss Mira set on solid ground, you came here to see in the spring"
 "So did you!" she replied.
 "Right-ol Who told you to come?'
 "A woman I met In the park"
 Same hara- Didn't 1t strike you as 2 silly q"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-26

existence, had idolized the child in return.
 Tifhe remembered her aunt's face when she came out of the room where Honey lay so fast asleep, with the marigolds from her own little garden fading in her quiet hands. She had thought then that her aunt would nev- CT laugh again.
 But it had taken only a very few short months for her to forget her sor- TOW, to go about to the parties Sir Peter thought so necessary for Tiffe and that the girl hated so heartily. She could even sing the songs Honey had loved without tremor in her beautiful voice.
 Tiffe could not understand 1t at all. Her own misery was so keen. She had nursed and openly indulged her sorrow till she had nearly driven her aunt frantic.
 And now a new sorrow had come to her. The man she thought cared for her, the man she had learned to love. was going away without ever having said a word of all she had sometimes thought she could read in his eyes.
 Perhaps, thought poor Tiffe bitter ly, perhaps if she had only been as perfect us Aunt JOE-JON W uO udu everything at her feet-love and wealth and beauty, Joy who could even forget her sorrows so easily!
 A quaint Eastern proverb she had heard somewhere f1oated in her mind words that fitted Joy to perfection. She remembered telling her about it once. and her aunt had only laughed.
 "'The Seller of Perfumes that was 1t. How did it go, now? Only the dust of the rose leaves remains to the heart of the Seller of Perfumes
 Joy was merchant who sold all her treasures for love. You had but to ask and she was eager to give you of her best. The girl wondered vaguely what the proverb really meant.
 T beg your pardon." said Tiffe, suddenly conscious that some one was
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-26

but me-"
 She felt her aunt stiffen in her arms and her courage fled.
 "I didn't mean to listen, truly. I'll never tell any one about it. she gasped and made precipitately for the door.
 Joy stood there alone in the dark for moment, her face strained and bitter.
 "Forgotten7' she said aloud. in & queer strangled voice, utterly unlike her own. Turning abruptly. she slipped back into the other room. She bent and kissed the place where her dead chiId's head had lain, kissed it fiereely, passionately.
 Forgotten" she said again with 8 broken thrill of laughter, to tho empty room, and the empty bed, and the moonlight that streamed in 50 pas sionlessly, just as 1t had shone in on Honey's quiet sleeping, B year and more ago.
 That was what they all thought of her then, all of them, even Tiffany and Peter, who each loved her in their way? She had hidden her own sor- row so deep to comfort them that they only mocked and said she had forgotten, she whose sleeping and waking was haunted by her loss.
 Tomorrow 1t will bs better" she whispered to herself. "I shall not mind so much tomorrow" But tomorrow is such cold phi1oso- phy with which to still the heartach0 of today!
 She knelt on by the bed. her face hidden. crushing the roses at her breast till their petals showered over l the coverlet-
 That was an emblem of all her life l now. she thought vaguely. as the cool | kiss of the petals brushed her fingers. Dust of rose leaves. that was all. Love and patience and work for others l dust of rose leaves for herself. the | Seller of Perfumes" as Tiffany had once called her, long ago.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-26

be funny, wouldn't it?"
 And at the end of half an hour she went home to finish her packing, and she actually whistled as she packed!
 Miss Mira found herself glad to be out in the country. Not so much on account of the spotted COW and the creek that didn't babble, but while she laughed over what the woman had told her on the park bench, down in her heart she almost believed it.
 She waited three days and then ask ed the farmer: Do you grow corn?"
 Lands, yes!" he replied.
 Where is it?"
 Right in front of your eyes. Don't you see that 10-acre deld?" Why, thought corn grew on trees!"
 The field fronted on the highway and ran back to the woods. If there was a spring anywhere around 1t would be back there.
 Had the girl asked the farmer he would have told her exactly where it was, and at the time given her 8 eau ton, but she imagined if she asked he would suspect the reason and poke fun at her. Thus she wandered off by her self, and 1t was two hours before she came upon the place she sought. Yes, there was the spring and a lit tie rivulet flowing away from 1t. The ground around was damp and soggy. but Miss Mira took little notice of that. If the woman had been right about the spring, why not about the face? Two steps more and she could kneel | and look Then she stepped upon a wet and sandy spot and was pulled down.
 ouicksandI It Eripped hsr feet like
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-26
Dust of Rose Le ayes

The sound of your running feet that
 like the sea-hoofs beat A music by night and day, Ely. on the
 sands of my heart, my sweet, The song was a favorite with Sir Peter. Honey had loved it best of all. with the odd instinct of a child for sorrowful things. Tiffie wondered how her aunt could sing that song, though her loss was now a year old. The song went on: Ely, Ely, EiIy, put off your wee hands
 from the heart O me. It's pain they are making there, where
 no more sorrow should be; For little running feet, and wee white
 hands, and croodlin' as of the
 sea,
 Bring tears to my eyes-tears, tears,
 out O the heart O me.
 Then there was silence for a minute, broken by laugh from Joy. It jared on Tiffany. To her it sounded only mocking, heartless, utterly unlike the aunt she adOTed.
 Soon after the guests went away. She could hear Sir Peter telling his wife not to wait up for him as he had work to finish that would keep him up late.
 Silence once more. the garden dreaming in the moonlight, the beat of waves breaking below the compound wall hushed and mysterious-like a child sobbing in the dark. thought Tiff fe, with flash of poetry unusual for her.
 She reused herself to go in. The servants had all gone to bed except the Hamal. who waited patiently till it should please Missile to come in, to close the doors.
 Sugar crept away to her bed in the veranda. But Tiffe decided that she was not at all sleepy, and that she ab- solutely must find her aunt and tell her the news. Aunt Joy was just too
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-26

were all beautiful in her eyes.
 If you had told Edith that this strange fascination was due to the undeniable charms of a certain tall cowboy, who had recently been made foreman of her brothers ranch, she would have tossed her pretty head at scornfully.
 What" she had. exclaimed when her sister-in-law had slyly remarked on the regularity of Edith's morning rides under the foreman's tutelage. What! I have more than an ordi- nary interest, founded on curiosity, for a cowboy! Why, Alice, you forget where I was born and bred"
 At this pretty Mrs. Alcott had laughed merrily.
 Born and bred" she had repeat ed. My dear child, when you come
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 She had skimped herself for weeks to buy 9 few extra things.
 None Of the other telephone girls at her station was going along.
 There would be COWS and pigs and sheep out there, but what of 1t?
 There would be 8 meadow and a brook, but it would be just a common meadow with an old spotted COW in 1t. and was that anything to enthuse over?
 The book, if there was one, would be about as big as a cent, and instead of baDbling it would be as dumb as an owl by daylight.
 There would be hill somewhere around, but girl would be an idiot to climb hill when she might walk on level ground
 Very possibly there might be a syl- v&n grove, if the farmer hadn't sold it to the Lumber Trust, or the worms eaten up the leaves, but the palm trees on the roof garden beat a syl- van grove all hollow.
 There would be a girl there from Q department store-the one at the no- tion table-and every day she would be brngEng of the tremendous sales she had made and how she froze the acorWSlker when he got too funny.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-26
By Elsie Endicott

Browns"
 q am sure I am most grateful foe your coming"
 Don't mention it. I'd do as much for any girl was going to marry!"
 "You-you-"
 70, the woman was right enough, only she didn't mention the Quicksand. Of course, we shall marryi"
 She had to be won in the customary way, however, but she was worth the trouble. She doesn't call ''helIo" to him, but makes it dear"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-26

"It did"
 Same here, again. Are you stopping at Brown's?"
 Yes"
 Just got there after you left. was in such a hurry to get to this spring that didn't wait to unpack."
 And aren't you going to look for it?' 1aughingly queried the girl.
 'No use. I'm looking at it right now. and so are you. I'll retire to the depths of the corn for ten minutes while you give ourselves away at
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-26

pretty, laughing woman, whose wide black hat shadowed a charming piquant face, whose light-hearted chatter kept the whole group amused and interested.
 Tiffany sat apart. watching rather wistfully. She was hardly a social success. this quaint, prim little girl, but that was not her beautiful Aunt Joys fault, as Ttffe herself would have been the first to admit
 Joy had done her best, and it was Tifany's own fault, her queer, shy ways, her seIf-cOnsciOusness her un- expected bursts of candor. that had made women vote her stupid and men pass her by, for more congenial part ners.
 Tiffany's own ambition had been to do something something real and vttal--to study, work, train for nurse or a teacher But Tiffes uncle and guardian had sternly poOh-poohed the idea and carried her off to Bombay and round of gaiety utterly uncon- genial to her.
 The girl adored her aunt. The one puzzle of her existence was how any one so perfect had come to marry so very ordinary a man as her Uncle Peter. For Joy Seatoun was perfection in her niece's simple eyes.
 Then. too. till a year ago. there had been little Honey, Joys child. Tiffe's eyes filled with tears as she thought of her lost idol. Honey had been quick 10 find out Tiffe's genuine worth. as children will. and Tiffe. who had nev- CT had much love in all her humble
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-26
Some Wrinkles

amusing experiences incident to somes what limited means and total inexperiA ence. Last Saturday there was hitch in the delivery of the marketing, and Sunday found them with practically empty larder. When dinner time cama the young wife burst into tears.
 "Oh, this is horrible!" she Wept. Not a thing in this house for a doR to eat! I am going home to mamaiS
 "If you don't mind, dear" the husa band exclaimed, as he visibly hrighta ened and reached for his hat, 'T'n "a with youi"
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-26

Edith S eastern eyes the ranch was a most ia sCinating place. The wide. rolling stretches of plain. flat and brown under the autumn skies
 the lean cottonwoOds chose sCant shade was a mere joke, and the ranchhouse itself, TOOmy, low and ugly.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-26

Sunday passed, Tuesday rolled around, and still his tall form did not loom in the vestibule when the cuckoo clock was sounding 8. Thursday he came, and the beautiful girl was burn ing with wrath.
 So this is the way you neglect me, |" she hissed. What have you to say for yourself? Why didn't you come?"
 'I couldn't" faltered the youth. "I had dyspepsia and the doctor advised me not to come"
 What? The doctor told you not to come to see me because you had dys- pepsia ?"
 Well, he told me to keep away from all sweets"
 And the parlor sofa was tenanted.
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-26

HE was going to the country for two weeks, but she was not e n | h u s 1 a 8 | 1 c about 1t. She felt that she would rath- CT go to bed and sleep for a fortnight.
 She had found cheap board at a fo o1 hntrcn
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-26

Neighbor-Every time you feee yuun dog he brings the bones over and gnaws them on nay premises. Isn't there some way to stop it?"
 Owner@"Suppose you feed him hereafter, and then he will probably bring them over and gnsR them onanN premises
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-26

FFANY sat iu the warm dusk of a Bonn bay winter twilight. idle and silent amid all the talk and laughter about her. It was mail day, and society had collected at the yacht club.
 The guests at Tiff fany's table had drawn in a hOlt one
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-26

There is in Brooklyn young. recent ly married couple who have been hav- ing the usual half pathetic and wholly
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-26

The sound of your running feet that
 like the sea-hoofs beat A music by night and day, Ely, on the
 sands of my heart, my sweet,
The Cordova daily times., 1919-03-08
USE OF FRINGE ON A FR0CK
Charming Border Treatment Is Easily Produced, Affording Most Clever
 Arrangement.

It took some one of decidedly un- conventional turn of mind to put fringe on frock and not use 1t fringe wise, says a correspondent. The re- suit was very decidedly to the good, and the means surprisingly simple.
 You see the effect was that of large fluffy silky shells, and they made the most charming border treatment ever. The fringe was treated this way:
 Lengths sufficiently long to make generous spirals were cut and applied spiral fashion with widely separated Invisible" stitches along the border of the fringe, which, of course, Was perfectly plain, neither knotted nor twisted. After that each strand of the fringe was looped, or turned under itself and the end stitched securely to preserve the loop. Thus you see the effect was a soft spiral of loops. Chenille fringe would be delightful to work with this way, and perhaps bit easier than the more "stringy" kind. Nor is there any artistic reason for not using two colors of fringe, del phine blue, for instance, and black, placed alternately.
The Cordova daily times., 1919-03-08
CHINESE IS MADE BISHOP
Ceremony, Unique in Records of the Anglican Church, Performed
 at Shanghai.

For the first time in the history Of the Church of England in China, a Chinese bishop, in the person of the Venerable Archdeacon T. c. Shen, has been consecrated. The ceremony took place in the Church of Our Savior, Dix well road Shanghai, before number of distinguished guests. The rites fol- lowed the ordinal of the churches of the Anglican communion.
 The new bishop was presented in due form by Doctor Molony, bishop of Chekiang, and Doctor Norris, bishop of North China, who were assisted by Doctor Graves, the presiding bishop, in the laying of the hands. Bishops Roots and Huntington of the Ameri- can church, Bishop Tiff of the Church of England and Bishop White of the Canadian church. All these bishops are also bishops of the Chung Hua Shang Kung Hui.-Canton (China) Times.
The Cordova daily times., 1919-03-08
ONE OF WARS GREAT DEEDS
Crossing of St. Quentin Canal by Brit ish Troops Conceded to Be
 Remarkable Exploit

Probably one of the most remark able exploits of the war was the cross ing of the St. Quentin canal by brigade of South Stafford and North Stafford (British) troops in the course of the advance on Cambrai. The canal is.a landmark in the country for miles around because of its dimen- sions, and just where the crossing was effected the waterway runs for some distance between very steep and high banks covered in some parts by dense low brushwOOd. That the crossing was made by such large number of men and so expeditiously is remark able tribute to the determination of the men and to the forethought of their commanders. It is related that their commanding officer had sent down to a channel port and had had sent up to the line for the occasion all the life belts of one of the well-knOwn cross
 channel steamers. It was this measure of precaution which was the means of enabling many men to cross before foot-bridges could be constructed and which was the main contributing fac tor in the success of the operation.
The Cordova daily times., 1919-03-08
Where Women Rule.

A little village exists on the Cape of Shima, in Japan. the name of which In Japanese means "the Settlement of Nymphs." Woman in this village Is the predominant partner. The chief industry is pearl fishing, and it Is the women who are the fishers. The men stay at home and do the housework. From the age of four girls are taught to dive, and the craft has always been jealously kept in the women's hands.
 Recently some of the men became discontented and started to practice diving with the idea of themselves be- coming pearl fishers. The women, dreading the intensified competition, ordered the men to discontinue their diving, and as the men refused a boy colt was declared against them. The sexes have been at war ever since, and finally the women expelled all the men from their homes and undertook in their clumsy, inexpert fashion to do the housework for themselves. The men have petitioned parliament for their rights.
The Cordova daily times., 1919-03-08
Tact Saved the Situation.

The newly created English high com missioner in Siberia, Sir Charles Eliot, has served in official capacities in Russia, Turkey, Bulgaria, Serbia, Mo- rocco and the United States. His task in Siberia is delicate one. but tact is Sir Charles strong point.
 When vice chancellor of Sheffield university Sir Charles created amuse- ment by a remark he made at uni versity dinner. "Of the changes of the past year," he said, "the one which strikes me most and pleases me most is that every day as I take my walk in the university corridors I see young ladies walking about in gowns" And there he stopped, but the roar of laugh ter caused him to continue: 'In aca. demic gowns, which look most pie turesque."
The Cordova daily times., 1919-03-08
NOTICE OF GENERAL MUNICIPAL ELECTION

Notice is hereby given that on Tues day, April 1st, 1919, general munich pal election will be held in the town of Cordova, Alaska, in the second story of the town hall, on Second street, in said town.
 Polls will open at s o'clock a. m,
 Polls will close at o'clock D. m.
 The qualifications of electors for councilman, mayor, town clerk and town treasurer are as follows:
 He or she shall be citizen of the United States, or one who has de- clared his or her intention to become citizen of the United States, 21 years of age or over, who has resided con- tinuously one year next preceding the election in the territory of Alaska and six months continuously next preced- ing the election in the town of Cor dova, Alaska, and who has registered in accordance with the requirements of Ordinance No. IF, of the town of Cordova, Alaska, entitled An ordi- nance for the registration of the legal electors in the town of Cordova, Alaska
 The qualifications of voters for members of the school board for Cor dova school district shall be as fol lows:
 All adults, males or females, who are citizens of the United States, or who have declared their intention to become Bucht and who are residents of the Cordova school district.
 The offices to be filled at said cleo tion are:
 A Mayor-To serve one year.
 Six Councilmen-Three to serve one year, three to serve two years.
 A Town Treasurer-To serve one year.
 A Town Clerk-To serve one year. A Director for the Cordova School District-To serve three years.
 NATHANIEL GREENE,
 Town Clerk.
The Cordova daily times., 1919-03-08
NEW MATERIALS FOR SPRING
Calico Patterns in Indestructible VoiIe Regarded Foremost Among the
 Novelty Goods.

That the use of silk will probably continue to hold it's place is evident from the fact that both the glngham and the calico print patterns are De- ing copied in silk, states writer in the New York Herald. Some of the novelty silks are simply fascinating. One called dew-kist is a rough waVy silk with a great deal of simmer, and is carried out in blended shades very strikingly. One combination is blue and gold color and is very successful. TO be poetic, it looks very much like sunset on ripping blue water. kumsl kumsa is another goOd-looking fabric, slightly heavier than the one previous ly spoken of, and very much on the same order.
 A madras crepe plaid features the patterns which we usually associate with ginghams and does it in most interesting way. For sheer novelty, however, calico patterns in indestructi- ble voile must be mentioned as first and foremost. The idea is decidedly quaint and the patterns are still more So-little knots of rose-colOred flow CTS on gray backgrounds and other de- signs dear to the hearts of our grand mothers. These fabrics will all find a place in the wardrobe being planned for the South, for while sport clothes hold first place there are other occa- sions when what might be known as the afternoon frock for country wear Is an absolute necessity.
 As to the subject of colors the most brilliant shades will be reserved for sport and the subdued shades to which several seasons have accustomed us will prevail for other occasions. Of course white, which was creep ing back into favor last season, will still be popular and deservedly, as it makes such brilliant background for touch of vivid color.
The Cordova daily times., 1919-03-08
SOME LATE STYLE HINTS

It is said the very latest New York fad Is dresses of sateen. They bid fair to be even more popular than were the calico ones of last summer.
 Monkey hair hats, though quite the thing in Paris, are said to be unbecom- ing to many women. especially to those with very light or gray hair.
 Brown, in soft, dull tone, is a strong rival of black for evening frocks. There is hardly an evening frock, however, but that shows at least touch of black.
 A smart new style is the slip-on blouse with apron front, adorned with darling little pockets and wrist-length bishop sleeves set into large armholes. A narrow sash girdle holds the blouse In about the waist.
The Cordova daily times., 1919-03-08
Memory Course.

J. Leonard Replogle, the govern ment's official steel buyer, was an CT, rand boy at fourteen and millionaire at thirty-tive.
 Work is the secret of success" said MT. Replogle in Y. M. c. A. address II don't take much stock in fads and efficiency courses and so on as success helps.
 "A clerk said to me the other day
 "I expect to make success of my life at last. I'm taking one of these memory courses. It's magniticen, thing
 "'What's the name of the course? ? said l.
 "'Darned if I can remember the name,' said the clerk in a ve1e( voice."