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Here’s a maid of Colonial'cast,
With a short waisted gown and some
Wee slippers, curls; high-heeled,
Demurest and slyest of narrow last;
And she a-marketing girls,
And now she the minuet trips; dances.
now
Her name must be right on your lips—
Fair Peggy, of courtly romances!
Here’s a maid in trim tailor-suit,
Or raglan or pockets, I vis,
With a stout, common-sense little boot;
She’s A dashing, her unfettered automobile, young Miss.
off in
To run it she’s perfectly able.
(She’s the same who once perched on a
wheel),
Her name—you have guessed it—is Mabel.
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By MartSia Baker Bunn.
S Marion Lincoln walked along
the platform of the Riverton
railway station, she felt that
this September day was a
wlme one in her calendar. She was
happily conscious, as she hurried to¬
ward the car, that for once she was
thoroughly well dressed, from the
plumes on her pretty hat to the tips
of her immaculate shoes.
Moreover, she was leaving the rou¬
tine of her home duties, the sometimes
exacting charge of an invalid mother
and a family of active young brothers
and sisters, to spend two weeks with
a school friend—two weeks, she told
herself, in which to be merry and fool¬
ish and irresponsible, and to forget
Aunt" Julia’s constant reminders that
“Life is duty.”
Marion thought she desired more
than anything else to be what she
called “real all through,” and the real¬
ities of dainty dress and harmonious
surroundings were not always possible
• the' sni'ail income which* retnainbd"
from her, father's estate. As she hast¬
ened Otti-her way she was thinking of
her mother's parting words.
“Good-by, dear!” Mrs. Lincoln had
said, “Enjoy yourself all you can,
hut”—hesitating a little, as wise moth¬
ers sometimes do, over the expediency
■of pointing a moral—“remember to live
up to your clothes.”
When Marion entered the car in the
bravery of her pretty brown costume,
more than one eye glanced at her
bright face with approval, and a broad
shouldered young man, who bowed to
her ■ as she passed his seat, thought
with a new interest:
“What has the girl done to herself?
I never realized before how attractive
«he is.”
Marion.herself felt that the presence
of l’aige Warren added tlie last touch
to tbe.brlglitness of her white day. To
be sfe?,'she knew him only “a little,”
as she would have phrased it. She had
seen him once or twice at the infre¬
quent parties which the social life of
Riverton afforded, and he had been
“nice” to her when they chanced to
meet, with the unfailing politeness
Which lie showed to every one.
The handsome young fellow embodi¬
ed to her.'much that she had most
longed for—breeding, social position
and those winning personal qualities
which give Significance to it all. She
admired Alice Warren, Paige’s sister,
even more than she did the young man
himself, and dreamed of her friendship
as the height of unattainable bliss.
“Perhaps he won’t know it,” she
said to herself, as she settled her valise
in the seat she had chosen, “but for
•once I am dressed as well as liis sister
Alice would be, and though I suppose
it is snobbish, somehow my fine l’eath
•ers make me feel finer every way,
body and spirit.”
Then she was startled by a quaver¬
ing old voice close to her ear.
“Air you goih’ as far as Brandon?”
it asked. .•
Marion turned to find the wrinkled
yet childishly round face of a little
old woman bending toward her from
the seat behind. The face'was framed
by a-'close, drawn-silk bonnet that bad
grown rusty with long use.
“I am going to the first station be¬
yond Brandon,” Marion replied, civilly.
“Can I do anything for you?”
She asked the question with a con¬
scious sinking of the heart. Surely
her white day, the day consecrated to
-entire leisure and elegance, was not
going to he spoiled by the intrusion of
this.s{range-looking old body! ‘
“Why, she is a perfect figure of fun!”
Marion groaned, inwardly. "I can’t,
‘To thine own seif be tnio, and it will follow, cu night the day, thou cans’t not then be false to any man.”
LINCOLNTON, GA , THURSDAY, AUGUST 28. 1902.
YE RHYMESTER’S GALAXY.
(A Trick of. the Trade.)
Here’s a maid in an artless array
Who Of dimity—gingham—et and modes night eet., and day;
teases
A fluffy and kittenish pet.
Perhaps, with arms bared, dimply-nice,
She ensconced in the kitchen — ’tis
Dolly!
But, it she is strong and in advice,
And piquant learned—’tis Polly!
Here’s the maid who most often is sung,
Whoso graces we ev<s: recall;
Who moves like a vision among
The Peggys and Mabels and all, .
No matter how varied the guise
The words of the poet may bring her,
Unchanged And heart she remains lover in and the singer. eyes
of her
—Edwin L. Sabin, in 1’uek,
I simply cannot have her on my hands!
This is my vacation, and i have earned
it. One can’t be doing one’s duty all
the time, whatever Aunt Julia may
say!”
“I wish you’d come back and set
with me,” the quavering voice persist¬
ed, unheeding the girl’s reluctant air.
“I’ve got a good deal to tell you, and
I can’t half make you hear while
you’rB settin’ so fur off there, and the
ears rattlin’ an’ rumblin’ like all get
out.”
“I will turn round toward you,”
Marion said, reluctantly, “and then it
won’t be necessary for me to move.”
“The land’s sake! ’Tain’t such a
.
great piece of business just to move
one seat W Anybody!! think to
hear ye ’twits a Sabbath day’s journey!
There,” the old countrywoman qua¬
vered on, as Marion, yielding, to her in¬
sistence, rose and seated herself by her
side, “that’s a sight more convenient;
and I might’s well hand ’em over to
ye right- now!”
“Hand what over?” Marion, in her
dislike of the situation, was almost for¬
getting her mother’s injunction to “live
up to her clothes,” and spoke so ab¬
ruptly as to verge on incivility; but
the old woman, who was fumbling in
a dingy carpet bag, paid no attention.
“These are the powders,” she ex¬
plained, passing the girl a small paste¬
board box; “to be took every hour and
a half. In just twenty minutes now
it’ll be time for the next one. The
drops are in this bottle, and I shan’t
need ’em unless I have an attackt.
Mebbe I sha’n’t have one. I hope I
sha’n’t, I assure ye; they’re so ex¬
haustin’.”
“But I don’t understand,” Marion ob¬
jected, hardly knowing whether to
laugh or to cry at the task thus im¬
posed upon her, “why you should give
them to me!”
“Well, who’d you expect me to give
’em to?” her new acquaintance in¬
quired, rather sharply. “The’ ain’t but
one other female in the car, and she
looks cross enough to bite a board
nail. When Almiry found she couldn’t
come on with me herself, ’count of
Nathan’s takin’ this time to have tlie
croup, she says to me, ‘Pick out the
pleasantest-faced woman or girl you
see,’ she says, ‘and just give your
mod’cine right into her hands.’ ”
“What are your attacks?” Marion in¬
quired, faintly.
“There, don’t worry till you’re hurt,”
the prospective invalid counseled.
“Like’s not I shall get through with¬
out havin’ one. All is, if you should
see me pale’s a cloth and growin’ rigid,
with my teeth sot, you want to give
me fifteen drops out of the bottle
qtilcker’n you can say ‘Scat!’ I don’t
know whether it’s heart trouble or
what ’tis,” she concluded. “I know
it's annoyin’.”
With this latter statement Marion
cordially agreed.
“At any rate,” she consoled herself,
as her seat-mate went on pouring out
confidences in regard to Lucy Ann.
Almira, and their respective family af¬
fairs, “she can’t be growing rigid while
she is able to talk so fast.”
Presently the antiquated carpet bag
was produced once more, and its own¬
er brought forth a soaked-looking par¬
cel. done up in brown paper.
“It’s the pickles that has kinder
dripped through the wrappin’,” she
announced, placidly. “I brought me a
lunch, and I might as well be eatin’ of
it now. I guess you’re forgettin’ that
it's time to administer one of them
powders. You'd make a poor hand to
care for the sick. That’s my name
wrote on the box—Mis’ Persia Green."
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At first MarionitWatehed.Mrs. Green’s,
repast with that %atsei$ted sense that the of
the importance of pigearaitces
young are apt Wam&.was$t to fife.
“If Paige sitting be¬
hind us I could >aar it better,” she
thought; “but I sitpposdfhe will never
know that this tralpiiig istfif‘somt;Bear relative
of mine I’m With. It is a
shame, fine, and just wben|l flatting meant myself to that be so if
was
he should come to sneak to me I
shouldn’t have to s|ffer\with my usual
consciousness of shaiobijjess.” thise"thoughts,
In tlie midst of how¬
ever, there came ft'} sudden in/the revulsion
of feeling. Something ;o|l worn out
line of the poor fape as it was
turned toward Miwfon.vsomc uncon
scions look of alihos: childish appeal
in the eyes, which reminded the yonng
girl of her own dearly loved grand¬
mother, made her Mshiiiaed of the pet¬
tiness of her mortification.
“Mother told me W live up to my
clothes,” she thought, irnd surely to be
‘real all through,’ as I am always long¬
ing to he, must mean jfist to do the
right thing, and, lefpeople .‘at think what
they choose.” %
“The train’s gain’ to; stop at this
depot,” Mrs. Green /suggested just then,
“and anybody thfit’s yoitng and spry
as you be ought to be able,to got out
and fetch me a cup of tea. Alnfiry
always says’t I ain’t half so likely to
have my attackts il'I have a good cup
of tea.” .
Marion rose cheerfully; “I’ll do my
best, Mrs. Green.’? she promised, bend¬
ing almost tenderly to straighten the
bonnet which framed the wrinkled
face,
“Well, don’t be wastin’ time,” her
seatrniate admonished “The te|i won’t
do me no good it I Son’t; have time to
drink It!”
Marion hastened on her errand, smil¬
ing to herself in/nd aj she did so. In her
nejv frame of &mor, she was 0 prepared
to appreciate the of the situa¬
tion. his..pleasnn| A young fao^!B|j|Wa|linj ffekfe,'with a smile” on
to help
her from tfie "car.
‘•‘Let me do it for you, won’t yon,
whatever it is you are wanting done,”
Paige Wafren pleaded, laughing. “I
suppose your old lady needs some wa¬
ter for her drops now. I thought it
was rather mean of her to discard all
the rest of us as soon as you appeared,
and pin all her confidence to you.”
“It is a cup of tea that she wants im¬
mediately.” Marion’s heart was light
as a feather now. “If you delay she
fears she won’t have time to enjoy it.”
But as she looked at the young man’s
retreating figure she was glad that she
had overcome her pettiness before this
meeting took place. “I had rather have
done it for myself,” she thought, “than
for him.”
In an incredibly short time Warren
returned, bearing the cup of tea.
“Don’t go in yet,” he urged, boyishly.
“You can have seven minutes more of
fresh air. I’ll carry the tea to your
patient and tell her you are coming
shortly.”
When he returned from his mission,
Marion seemed to herself to have lost
all her wonted shyness in his presence.;
He was still Judge Warren's son and
tiie brother of the unattainable Alice,
but somehow he had ceased to be for¬
midable. And the change had come'
about through the very circumstances
which she had feared would make her 1
ridiculous in his eyes!
“How did you know about the
drops?” she inquired, a little eagerly.
“Oh. she told us all about her case
before you arrived on the scene. If no
‘pleasant-faced woman or girl’ had
happened along, don’t you see, she
would have been forced to depend on
our unsympathetic sex for the treat¬
ment of her ‘attackts.’ ”
Marion laughed, then grew a li; tie
sober. Warren was watching her face.
“I say,” he exclaimed, impulsively,
“it was very good of yon, the way you
took the business, you know! Lots of
girls would have hat\d it.” _
“I am afraid I hated it at first,”
Marion acknowledged; "but after a lit¬
tle there was a look in the poor old
creature’s face that somehow made
me think of my own grandmother, who
is the dearest old lady in the world,
and I felt ashamed of my reluctance.”
“I suppose she is somebody's grand¬
mother,” the young man said, rather
patiently. “I don’t mean to scoff, but
one sees the funny side. However,”
with a twinkle in his merry eyes, “I’m
going to stop at Brandon myself, and
I promise to expiate all my past sins
by seeing your friend, with all her
boxes and bundles, safely in the hands
of Lucy Ann herself. You said it was
Lucy Ann, didn’t you?” . .
Mrs. Green parted from her chosen
attendant with characteristic grati¬
tude.
“I might have made a wnss choiee’n
I did, and I might have done a good
deal better!” she declared, uncompro¬
mising to the last. But Paige Warren
lingered for a last word, which left
Marion smiling happily in spite of Mrs.
Green’s grudging comment.
“When you come back to Riverton,
Miss Lincoln,” he said, “I hope you
will allow me to bring my sister to call
on you.”
“How curiously things come about!”
Marion mused, as tlie train rolled on.
“And it has been a white day, after
all.”—Youth’s Companion.
Questions in Arithmetic.
If a man tries to carry two potted
plants from the cellar to the front yard
for his wife and one falls and breaks,
what commandment does the man also
break?
A and B are good friends, who live
next door to each other. A bought Ills
daughter a piano for $500. IIow much
would B give if some one would steal
the piano; also how long will A and B
remain on speaking terms?
A man dies leaving a will. IIow
many lawyers will be reciuired to break
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Our One Dollar Brogan is better. Our One Dollar and Twenty-five
Cents Brogan beats the world.
Our One Dollar and Fifty Cents Shoes are simply superb. Two Dollar and
Our Two Dollar Yici Kid Shoes a big value. Our
Fifty Cents Hand-sewed Shoes are the best on the market.
We can give you Ladies Shoes at 75c, but the Shoes we want to sell
foil are $1.00 and $1.25 Ladies every day Shoes and our $1.25 and $1.50
Ladies Dress Shoes. They are BED HOT BABGAINS and don’t; you
forget it. How our $2.00 Ladies Shoes are as good as anybody’s $3.00
Shoes.
We never forget the Children and Babies and this line of Shoes this
«eason is better tljan ever before.
HATS! HATS! HATS!
Our prices in Hats are simply Tornado Swept. We give yon Bov«
Hats 10c, a real good Hat 25c, Mem's Felt Hats 05c, Men’s Extra Good
Felt Flats $1.00, and so on to the end. mile of this in
We don’t expect any one to come within a us season
Price and Quality. When ia the city be sure to Call and Examine and he
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the wilt and how long' will it he before
the lawyers own the estate of the de¬
ceased ?
A doctor calls on his patient three
times a day. How long will the pa¬
tient live and how much will the doctor
make out of the patient before he dies?
How long can a half-horse power
man run a four-horse power lawn
mower?
Mary has three green apples and
Johnnie has seven. If Mary eats all of
her gresn apples and Johnnie eats all
of his green apples, at what hour will
the funerals occur?—Ohio State Jour¬
nal.
Faying the Premium.
Some few months ago a yonng ma¬
tron telephoned to one of the young
men she knew, who is connected with
a large insurance firm, asking him to
write a policy covering her n«rw house¬
hold effects.
‘•Don’t toll Dick,” she asked. ‘T want
to surprise him. He really thinks I
have no business head a-t all.”
The young man assented and issued
the policy. He waited a considerable
time for the payment of the premium.
His friendship for the young woman
caused him to resist sending the bill,
but he finally did so. The recipient
complained bitterly to an acquaintance,
who is considerable of a wag, and be
readily encouraged her m her ideas
‘•Now, really,” she said wrinkling
her pretty brows, this bit of pnqqr
NO, 13.
costs next to nothing. I could have
written it myself.”
“Yes,” said he, “but if you have a fire
the company will have to pay the loss.”
“Well,” she suggested, “let them de¬
duct what they say I owe them. Then
they won’t lie out anything.”—Chicago
Ilecord-IIerald.
A Seismatie Jonali.
Sailors have sometimes been washed
overboard from their ship and in a
miraculous manner washed back again;
but there is on record an instance of a
survivor from an earthquake whose
experience is best given in the words
recorded on his grave in Jamaica:
“Lewis Galdy, Esq., who died on the
22d of September, 1737, aged eighty.
He was born at Montpelier, in France,
which place he left for his religion and
settled on this island, where, in the
great earthquake, 1072, lie was swal¬
lowed up, and, by the wonderful Provi¬
dence of God, by a second shock was
thrown into the sea, where lie con¬
tinued swimming until he was taken
tip by a boat, and thus miraculously
preserved.” The earthquake mentioned
took place in Jamaica 230 years ago.—
Loudon Daily News. j
"Booklet ami Newspaper.
For a business enterprise which-rp-
quires to be introduced to the public
by long explanations and descriptions
an elaborate and costly booklet may be
valuable as a form of advertising. It
is impossible, however, to reach every¬
body with such a publication without
a liberal use of newspaper space to
call attention to it, and even then there
will be a very large proportion of the
people who will never send for the
booklet, and among them may be
many of the particular persons it is
most desirable to reach. The news¬
paper, on the contrary, gets into the
hands of virtually everybody, and the
expenditure of a sum equal to the
cost of the booklets for newspaper
space will accomplish more than the
booklets can.
Precedent Established.
A beginner in newspaper work in a
southern town who occasionally “sent
stuff” to' one of the New York dailies
picked up last summer what seemed
to him a “big story.” Hurrying to the
telegraph office he “queried” the tele
graph editor: “Column story so and
so Shall I send?” The reply was
brief and prompt but to the enthusi¬
ast unsatisfactory. “Send 600 words"
* * s all it said. “Can’t be told in less
200 .. he w ,; re d back. Before
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the r eply came: “Story of crea
u f world told in 600. Try it.”—
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