Leap City Northwestern
J. W. BURLEIGH, Publisher.
LOUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA.
Young Man and Employer.
When the inexperienced young man
enters the business field, the first
thing he runs up against is the other
man’s point of view. He starts out
full of himself and of what he can do
and of how he can do it. After a
time he begins to wonder why he
doesn’t get on; if he is a stupid, blun
danng fellow, he never finds out, for
the stupid man goes through life fight
ing his employer all the time. If you
are eager to rise in the world, con
sider yourself In relation to vour em
ployer’s business from his standpoint.
•Try to get at his aims and difficulties,
and consider your work in relation
to those aims and difficulties. Ask
yourself whether your work is fu.
thering his aims, if you want to know
whether you are making progress to
ward ultimate success. Try to think
out your employer’s method of deal
ing with his problem and with his
employes. Not till you have gained
some insight into these things are you
in a position to take the first step to
ward the realization of your ambition.
Consider the fact that the head of
every business concern has definite
aims and definite methods by which
•he is accomplishing or hopes to ac
complish those aims. He requires em
ployes who will consent to become
the comparatively insignificant wheels
in a more or less complicated ma
chine, of which he furnishes the mo
tive power. As the employe is ob
liged in any case to come up to his
employer’s requirements if he is to
please and succeed with him. he will
profit by meeting those requirements
as fully and with as good grace as
possible.
Six and Five Point Stars.
The stars on the great seal and
the seal of the president of the Unit
ed States are five-pointed, while on
the seal of the house of representa
tives they are six-pointed. The 13
stars on the obverse of the present
half and quarter dollar are five-point
ed. The reverse of the present half
and quarter dollar is a copy of the
great seal, except that the clouds are
omitted. It is evident that heraldry
has not taken a Very strong bold in
these matters in the United States;
therefore it is not in the power of
any one to say without a doubt why
the difference in the stars on the flag
and the coins. So far as is known,
with the exception of the reverse of
the present half and quarter dollar
the stars on our coins are copied from
the colonial coins, which were, no
doubt, made after the manner of Eng
lish heraldry, while the flag was made
up after the dc*3ign of Washington’s
coat-of-arms. containing three five
pointed stars.
Growth of Kindness.
The American people, in their need
ed work of reconstruction, are not
losing their characteristic virtues of
kindliness and good-humor. A leader
in reform, in a private letter, writes
thus: “After all, human sympathy is
the foundation-stone of democracy. I
have imagined that our criticisms of
life were becoming kinder; I mean
the ordinary run of newspaper criti
cism; and kinder means broader.
Some of ns, perhaps, went rather far
in the heat of attack; and I think
the increased kindliness, which leads
more surely to sympathy, is an excel
lent tendency. Lately it has seemed
to me that we needed more than any
thing else in this country kindly ex
planations. If we could only under
stand one another, intolerance would
expire.” All of which is true, declares
Collier’s Weekly, and truly said, and
charity is a friend and not an enemy
to reform.
Soon after King Edward of England
decorated Prince Henry of the Neth
erlands for his gallantry in rescuing
passengers from the wrecked steam
ship off the Hook of Holland, in Feb
ruary, Queen Wilhelmina presented
gold medals of the Order of Orange
Nassau to the three sea-captains who
assisted in the rescue, and silver
medals to the members of the boat
crews who risked their own lives in
the work.
Lord Curzon, when he was a stu
dent at Oxford, burned the midnight
oil, won scholastic honors galore, took
a brilliant degree and won the grand
prize of a fellowship. Lord Rosebery,
on the other hand, took no honors,
was rusticated, and didn't even get
an ordinary degree.
A man has just been acquitted in
Missouri on the unwritten law. When
the people of that state all learn to
read and write they will not have to
depend on the country squire to tell
them what is law. They can look in
the book and see.
President G. Stanley Hall of Clark
university coined the word europhia
in an address he delivered some time
ago to the graduating class of a wom
an’s college. Europhia is the joy of
living.
It is said that the government can
not secure enough pure-food inspec
tors. Naturally, this is a difficult po
sition to fill, as recent revelations
have made it very plain that pure
food is something very few are able
to identify on sight.
Though the late shah of Persia pos
jewels worth $50,000,000, it
a mistake to suppose that he
|uch marrying in order to ge'
number of wives to wear
_wore the jewels himself.
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THE DELUGE
By DAVID GRAHAM PHILLIPS, Author of ‘TSFCQSZ&k'
(C&93&&i’T /SOS’ to it* AOBBS-mEBUL O&BWW
CHAPTER XXIV.--Continued.
As fhe Albatross steamed Into the
little harbor, I saw Mowbray Lang
don’s Indolence at anchor. I glanced
toward Steuben Point—where his
cousins, the Vivians, lived—and
thought I recognized his launch at
their pier. We saluted the Indolence;
the Indolence saluted us. My launch
was pined away and took me ashore.
I strolled along the oath that wound
round the base of the hill toward the
kennels. At the crossing of the path
down from the house, 1 paused and
lingered on the glimpse of one of the
corner towers of the great showy
palace. I was muttering something—
I listened to myself. It was: "Mul
holland, Mrs. Mulholland and the four
little Mulhollands.” And I felt like
laughing aloud, such a joke was it
that I should be envying a policeman
his potato patch and his fat wife and
his four brats, and that he should be
in a position to pity me.
You may be imagining that, through
all, Anita had been dominating my
mind. That is the way it is in the
romances; but not in life. No doubt
there are men who brood upon the
impossible, and moon and maunder
away their lives over the grave of a
dead love; no doubt there are people
who will sav that, because I did not
shoot Langdon or her. or myself, or
fly to a desert or pose, in the crowded
places of the world as the last scene
of a tragedy, I therefore cared little
about her. I offer them this sugges
tion: A man strong enough to give
a love worth a woman's while is
strong enough to live on without her
when he finds he may not live with
her.
As I stood there that summer day,
looking toward the crest of the hill,
at the mocking mausoleum of my dead
dream, I realized what the incessant
battle of the street had meant to me.
“There is peace for me only in the
storm," said I. “But, thank God, there
is peace for me somewhere."
ThrC'Ugh the foliage 1 had glimpses
of some one coming slowly down the
zigzag path. Presently, at one of the
turnings half-way up (he hill, appeared
Mowbray Langdon. “What is he do
ing here," thought I, scarcely able to
believe: my eyes. "Here of all places!"
And then I forgot the strangeness of
his being at Dawn Hill in the strange
ness of his expression. For it was ap
parent, even at the distance which
separated us, that he was suffering
from some great and recent blow. He
looked old and haggard; he walked
like a man who neither knows nor
cares 'where he is going.
He had not seen me. and my im
pulse was to avoid him by continuing
on toward the kennels. I had no es
pecial feeling against him; I had not
lost Anita because she cared for him
or he for her, but because she did not
care for me—simply that to meet
would be awkward, disagreeable for
us both. At the slight noise of my
movement to go on, he halted, glanced
round eagerly, as if he hoped the
sound had been made by some one he
wished to see. His glance fell on me.
He stopped short, was for an instant
disconcerted; then his face lighted up
with devilish joy. “You!” he cried.
"Just the man!” And he descended
more rapidly.
At nrst i could maKe nothing of this
remark. But as he drew nearer and
nearer, and his ugly mood became
more apparent, 1 felt that he was look
ing forward to provoking me into giv
ing him a distraction from whatever
was tormenting him. I waited. A few
minutes and we were face to face, 1
outwardly calm, but my anger slowly
lighting up as he deliberately applied
to it the torch of his insolent eyes. He
was wearing his old familiar air of
cynical assurance. Evidently, with
his recovered fortune, he had recov
ered his conviction or his great su
periority to the rest of the human
race—the child had climbed back on
the chair that made it tall and had
forgotten its tumble. And I was won
dering again that I, so short a time
before, had been crude enough to be
fascinated and fooled by those tawdry
posings and pretenses. For the man.
as I now saw him, was obviously shal
low and vain, a slave to those poor
"man-of-the-world” passions—ostenta
tion and cynicism and skill at vices old
as mankind and tedious as a tread
mill, the commonplace routine of the
idle and foolish and purposeless. A
clever, handsome fellow, but the more
pitiful that he was by nature above
the uses to which he prostituted him
self.
He fought hard to keep his eyes stead
ily on mine; but they would waver and
shift. Not, however, before I had
found deep down in them the begin
nings of fear. “You see, you were
mistaken,” said I. “You have nothing
to say to me—or I to you.”
He knew I had looked straight to the
bottom of his real self, and had seen
the coward that is in every man who
has been bred to ap]>earances onl^.
Up rose his vanity, the coward's sub
stitute for courage.
“You think I am afraid of you?” he
sneered, bluffing and blustering like
the school bully.
“I don’t in the least care whether
you are or not,” replied-I. "What are
you doing herf, anyhow?” „
It was as if I had thrown oft the
cover of a furnace. “I came to get the
woman I love,” he cried. “You store
her from me! You tricked me! But,
by God, Blacklock, I’ll never pause un
til I get her back and punish you!”
He was brave enough now, drunk with
the fumes from his brave words. “All
my liie,” he raged arrogantly on, “I’ve
bad whatever I wanted. I’ve let noth
ing interfere—nothing and nobody,
I’ve been too forbearing with you—
first, 'because I knew she could nevei
care for you, and, then, because I
rather admired your pluck and impu
dence. I like to see fellows kick their
way up among us from the common
people.”
I put my hand on his shoulder. No
doubt the fiend that rose within me, as
from the dead, looked at him from my
eyes. He has great physical strength,
but he winced under that weight and
grip, and across his face flitted the
terror that must come to any man at
first sense of being in the angry clutch
'of one stronger than he. I slowly re
leased him—I had tested and realized
my physical superiority; to use it
would be cheap and cowardly.
“You can’t provoke me to descend to
your level,” said I. with the easy phil
osophy of him who clearly has the hot
ter of the argument.
He was shaking from head to foot,
not with terror, but with impotent
rage. How much we owe to accident!
The mere accident of my physical su
periority had put him at hopeless dis
advantage: had made him feel inferior
to me as no victory of mental or
moral superiority could possibly have
done. And I myself felt a greater con
tempt for him than the discovery of
his treachery and his shallowness had
together inspired.
"I shan’t indulge in flapdoodle,” I
slonate gesture; he was utterly unlike
himself. His emotion burst through
and shattered pose and cynicism and
hard crust of selfishness like the ex
ploding powder bursting the shell. “I
can’t give you up, Anita!” he ex
claimed in a tone of utter desperation
“I can’t! 1 can't!”
But her gaze was all this time stead
ily on me, as if she feared I would go.
should she look away. "I will tell
you myself,” she said, rapidly, to me.
“We—Uncle Howard and I—read in
the papers how they had all turned
against you, and he brought me over
here. He has been telegraphing for
you. This morning he went to town
to search for yon. About an hour ago
Langdon came. I refused io see him,
as I have ever since the time I told
you about at Alva’s. He persisted,
until at last I had the servant request
him to leave the house.”
:
But now there s no longer any '
reason for your staying, Anita," he ;
pleaded. ‘'He has said you are free, i
Why stay when you would really no j
more be here than if you were to go, i
leaving one of your empty dresses?”
She had not for an instant taken
her gaze from me; and so strange
were her eyes, so compelling, that I
seemed unable to move or speak.
But now she released me to blaze
upon him—and never shall I forget
any detail of her face or voice as she
said to him; “That is false, Mow
bray Langdon. 1 told you the truth
when I told you I loved him!”
So violent was her emotion that
she had to pause for self-control. And
I? I was overwhelmed, dazed,
stunned. When she went on. she
was looking at neither of us. "Yes,
I loved him, almost from the first—
from the day he came to the box at
the races. I was ashamed, poor crea
ture that my parents had made me!
I was ashamed of it. And I tried to
hate him, and thought I did. And
when he showed me that he no longer
cared, my pride goaded me into the
folly of trying to listen to you. But
I loved him more than ever. And as
you and he stand here, 1 ani ashamed
again—ashamed that I was ever so
blind and ignorant and prejudiced as
to compare him with”—she looked at
Langdon—“with you. Do you believe
me now—now that I humble myself
before him here in your presence?”
I should have had no heart at all
if I had not felt pity for him. His
face was gray, and on it were those
signs of age that strong emotion
brings to the surface after 40.
“You could have convinced me in no
other way,” he replied, after a si
lence, and in a voice I should not
have recognized.
Silence again. Presently he raised
his head, and with something of his
old cynicism bowed to her.
“You have avenged much and
many," said he. “I have often had a
presentiment that my day of wrath
would come.”
He lifted his hat, bowed at me with
out looking at me, and, drawing the
tatters of his pose still further over
his wounds, moved away toward the
landing.
I, still iu a stupor, watched him un
til he had disappeared. When I
turned to her, she dropped her eyes.
“Uncle Howard will be back this
afternoon," said she. “If I may. I'll
stay at the house until he comes to
take me.”
A weary, nair-suppresseu sign
escaped from her. I knew how she
must be reading my silence, but I was
still unable to speak. She went to the
horse, browsing near by; she stroked
his muzzle. Lingeringly she twined
her fingers in his mane, as if about
to spring to his back! That remind
ed me of a thousand and one changes
in her—little changes, each a trifle
in itself, yet, taken all together, mak
ing a complete transformation.
“Let me help you," I managed to
say. And I bent, and made a step
of my hand.
She touched her fingers to my
shoulder, set her narrow, graceful foot
upon my palm. But she did not rise.
I glanced up, she was gazing wistful
ly down at me.
“Women have to learn by experience
just as do men," said she, forlornly.
“Yet men will not tolerate it.”
I suppose I must suddenly have
looked what 1 was unable to put into
words—for her eyes grew very wide,
and, with a cry that was a sigh and
a sob, and a laugh and a caress all
in one, she slid into my arms and her
face was burning against mine.
“Do you remember the night at the
theater,” she murmured, "when your
lips almost touched my neck?—I
loved you then—Black Matt—Black
Matt!”
And I found voice; and the horse
wandered away.
[The End ]
"HOW THAT HORRIBLE FEAR CHANGED MY WHOLE WAY OF
LOOKING AT HER. AT HIM, AT EVERYTHING!”
went on. “I’ll be frank. A year ago,
if any man had faced me with a claim
upon a woman who was married to me.
I’d probably have dealt with him as
your vanity and what you call ’honor'
would force you to try to deal with a
similar situation. But I live to learn,
and I'm fortunately, not afraid to fol
low a new light. There is the vanity
of so-called honor; there is also the
demand of justice—of fair play. As I
have told her, so I now tell you—she
is free to go. But l shall say one thing
to you that I did not say to her. If
you do not deal fairly with her, I shall
see to to it that there are ten thorns
to every rose in that bed of roses on
which you lie. You are contemptible
in many ways—perhaps that’s why
women like you. But there must be
some good in you, or possibilities of
good, or you could not have won and
kept her love.’’
He was staring at me with a dazed
expression. I rather exi>ected him to
show some of that amused contempt
with which men of his sort always
receive a new idea that is beyond the
range of their narrow, conventional
minds. For I did not expect him to
understand why I was not only will
ing, but even eager, to relinquish a
woman whom I could hold only by
asserting a property right in her.
And I do not think he did under
stand me, though his manner changed
to a sort of grudging respect. He
was, I believe, about to make some
impulsive, generous speech, when we
heard the quick strokes of iron-shod
hoofs on the path from the kennels
and the stables—is there any sound
more arresting? Past us at a gallop
swept a horse, on his back—Anita.
She was not in riding-habit; the wjnd
fluttered the sleeves of her Mouse,
blew her uncovered hair this way and
that about her beautiful face. She
sped on toward the landing, though I
fancied she had seen us.
Anita at Dawn Hill—Langdon, in a
furious temper, descending from the
house toward the landing—Anita pres
ently, riding like mad—"to overtake
him,” thought I. And I read confirma
tion in his triumphant eyes. In an
she said, and gave a great sigh of
relief. She leaned against a tree and
looked at Langdon. “You are still
here? Then tell him.”
Langdon gazed sullenly at the
ground. “I can’t,” he answered. “I
don’t believe it. Besides—he has
given you to me. Let us go. Let
me take you to the Vivians.” He
threw out his arms in a wild, pas
Lively Time With Baboon
Broke Looae on Shipboard and for
Two Days Had a Circus.
An exciting story of a baboon's
escape from its cage on the Union
Castle liner Comrie Castle was told
when the vessel reached Plymouth,
England, on the way to London with
a large collection of wild animals on
board, including five wolves and eight
zebras, the property of Herr Wind
horn.
Herr Windhorn, who for 30 years
has collected wild animals which he
sells to dealers and zoological gar
dents, said the baboon stood four feet
six inches in height and was very
wild. About a week after leaving
Cape Town it broke out of its cage,
but fortunately the escape was dis
covered before the animal reached the
deck. For two days, however, it was
at liberty in the hold, showing fight
whenever it was approached.
An effort to snare the baboon by
the cargo nets was found impractica
ble on account of the 15-foot leaps
which the animal made whenever it
was approached. At length Herf
Windhorn ventured into the hold with
his keeper and endeavored to secure
the baboon, the keeper offering it food
while the owner tried to come to close
quarters.
Herr Windhorn's foot caught in a
net and he slipped, whereupon the
baboon at once made a furious on
slaught on him. fastening its teeth in
the collector’s leg. It was impossible
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his effort to release himself Herr
Windhorn tried to force open the jaws
of the baboon with his hands. He
was in a measure successful, but the
baboon quickly fastened its fangs in
Herr Windhorn's right hand, which
was injured even more extensively
than the leg. The keeper, who hur
ried to his master’s aid, quickly be
came the subject of attack, the
baboon inflicting several bites on him,
while the boatswain of the liner was
also bitten.
The beast afterward refused to be
overcome by half a bottle of whisky
and a dose of opium powerful enough
to poiBon ten men was also given
him in a bottle of lemonade without
effect. Eventually a large grating was
fixed outside the companionway and
then by means of a display of fruit
the brute was coaxed near it and as
he stretched his arm through the grat
ing to grasp an orange he was se
cured. Legs and arms were at length
tightly lashed, after which the baboon,
attached to the grating, was -returned
to the cage and then released. He
died four days later and Herr Wind
horn'says he thinks death was due
to a broken heart.
Irony in Death.
Dr. Edward Hoeber, of the staff of
the Berliner Tageblatt, who not long
ago wrote an article on bow to avoid
Alpine accidents, was killed the other
day while climbing the Little Zinne,
in Dojomitea.
other mood, I suppose my fury would
have been beyond my power to re
strain It. Just then—the day grew
dark for me, and I wanted to hid*
away somewhere. Heart-sick, I was
ashamed for her, hated myself for
having blundered into surprising her.
She reappeared at the turn round
which she had vanished. I now noted
that she was riding without saddle
or bridle, with only a halter round the
horse's neck—then she had seen us,
had stopped and come back as soon
as she could. She dropped from the
horse, looked swiftly at me, at him, at
me again, with intense anxiety.
“I saw your. yacht in the harbor
only a moment ago,” she said to me.
She was almost panting. “I feared
you might meet him. So I came.”
"As you see, he is quite—intact,”
said I. "I must ask that you and he
leave the place at once.” And I went
rapidly along the path toward the
kennels.
An exclamation from Langdon
forced me to turn in spite of myself,
i He was half-kneeling, was holding her
In his arms. At that sight, the sav
age in me shook himself free. I
dashed toward them with I knew not
what curses bursting from me. Lang
don, intent upon her. did not realize
until I sent him reeling backward to
the earth and snatched her up. Her
white face, her closed eyes, her limp
form made my fury instantly collapse.
In my confusion I thought that she
was dead. I laid her gently on the
grass and supported her head, so
small, so gloriously crowned, the face
so still and sweet and white, like the
stainless entrance to a stainless
shrine. How that horrible fear
changed my whole way of looking at
her, at him, at her and him. at every
thing!
Her eyelids were quivering—her
eyes were opening—her bosom was
rising and falling slowly as she drew
long, uncertain breaths. She shud
dered, sat up, started up. ‘‘Go! go!"
she cried. “Bring him back! Bring
him back! Bring him—”
There she recognized me. “Oh,"
DESSERTS OF FRUIT
APPETIZING AND HEALTHFUL
LITTLE DISHES.
Chartreuse of Orange an Improve
ment Over the Usual Form of
Jelly—Pineapple Marmalade
and Peach Cream.
Chartreuse D'Orange.—Make a clear
orange jelly with one and one-half
pints of water, sis oranges, sugar to
taste, one and one-half ounces of gel
atin; divide four oranges into quar
ters, have two plain molds, one about
one and one-quarter inches more in
diameter than the other; pour a little
jelly in the bottom of the large mold:
place in this a layer of orange quar
ters, cover with more jelly, hut just
enough to get a smooth surface; set
on ice to set; when quite firm put
the small mold inside of large one,
right in the center, so that the va
cant place between the molds be the
same; in this vacant place put more
orange quarters, filling up with jelly
till the whole space is filled. Place
on the ice; whip one pint of cream
with one-half ounce of dissolved gel
atin, and some sweetened orange
juice, adding a little at a tin#?, else
the cream will not rise in a froth;
when the cream is ready and the jelly
set, remove the inner mold by pouring
warm water into it, and fill the space
of the chartreuse with the whipped
cream. Set on ice for an hour, turn
out and serve.
Pineapple Marmalade.—Grate two
large, fully ripe pineapples, and to
each pound of the fruit thus pre
pared add three-quarters pound of
loaf sugar, the juice of two lemons,
and the grated yellow rind of half
a lemon. Bring to the boiling i>oint
quickly and cook until clear, which
will take about one hour. Skim often
and, when done, seal in small jars.
Peach Cream.— Wash two cups of
canned peaches, rub through a sieve,
and cook for three minutes in a sirup
made of boiling a cup of sugar with
one of water. Have soaked one-half
package of gelatin. Add this to the
sirup and peaches. Stir a few mo
ments to dissolve the gelatin. Place
in a pan of snow or ice water, beat
until nearly cold, add whites of six
eggs beaten stiff. Beat all the mix
ture until it begins to harden. Pour
into mold, set on ice or in cold place
Serve with cream.
Banana Compote.—Make a sirup of
four tablespoonfuls of water and four
tablespoonfuls of sugar: add the rind
of one-half lemon, two cloves, one inch
of stick cinnamon; cook ten minutes,
then drop into the sirup six bananas
cut into fourths. It is best to cook
just enough pieces of banana at a
time to cover the bottom of the sauce
pan. When the fruit becomes trans
parent and soft take it up carefully,
put. into a pretty dish and pour over
the sirup. Cool and serve wjth whip
ped cream, slightly sweetened and fla
vored with lemon.
umiQCum n uimtc
A little ammonia added to water col
ored clothes are washed in will remove
dirt easily.
Use only hot water with a little
ammonia added for cleaning paint.
Ordinary kitchen soaps wear off the
paint and do not clean it so quickly
and thoroughly as ammonia. Use a
good sand soap on obstinate places.
Lace may be easily washed and
made white again if put to soak in a
basin of warm water in which soap
powder has been worked into a lather.
Two or three of these warm lathers in
24 hours will be found to cleanse very
dirty lace without rubbing.
To keep an ice chest in good condi
tion wash thoroughly once a week
with cold or lukewarm water in which
washing soda has been dissolved. If
by chance anything is spilt in the ice
chest it should be wiped off at once.
Milk and butter very quickly absorb
odor and if in the ice chest with other
foods should be kept closely covered.
When a dark ring is left on the ma
terial after using such a cleansing
agent as turpentine to remove a stain,
make a ring all around the outside of
the first ring by dipping the finger in
chloroform and applying it to the ma
terial; keep rubbing toward the center
of the circle with plenty of chloroform,
allowing it to evaporate freely, and
the ring will have disappeared when
the spot is entirely dry.
Rhubarb Pie.
Rhubarb is now plentiful in all mar
kets, and the head of the family is
pretty sure to ask for the sort of
rhubarb pie “that mother used to
make.”
Two and one-half cups flour, one
half cup butter, one-half cup lard, one
half cup water, one-quarter teaspoon
baking powder. Sift flour with pow
der; rub in lard and butter cold; add
the water; mix into a smooth dough.
One and a half bunches rhubarb, one
and a half cups sugar. Cut fruit in
small pieces after stripping off skins,
cook it very fast in shallow stewpan.
with sugar. Line pie plate with the
paste; wet rim; add rhubarb, cold;
lay three bars paste across, fastening
ends; lay three more across, forming
diamond shaped spaces: lay around a
rim, wash over with egg, and bake In
a quick oven 15 minutes.
How to Clean a Light Suit.
To clean light cloth suits buy two
blocks of the best magnesia, lay a
sheet on the table, spread the skirt,
of your suit on it, rub into the skirt
as ipuch magnesia as it will hold.
Treat the jacket in the same way.
I jet the suit lie folded in the sheet
for a week or more, when it will be
ready to brush and press. White
felt hats cleaned in this way look
like new.
A Hint About Silk.
When silk is slimsy, its body may
be restored in large measure by spong
ing with water in which an old kid
glove has been boiled.
Faded silks should be sponged with
warm water and soap, taking care
not to apply the water too hot; then
rub with a clean, dry cloth. Iron on
a flat-board on the inside, thin pa
per being spread cjver to prevent glaz
ing
The Evolution of
Household Remedies.
The modern patent medicine ousi
ness is the natural outgrowth of the
old-time household remedies.
In the early history of this country,
EVERY FAMILY HAD ITS HOME
MADE MEDICINES. Her!) teas,
bitters, laxatives and tonics, were to be
found in almost every house, compound
ed by the housewife, sometimes assisted
by the apothecary or the family doctor.
Such remedies as picra, which was
aloes and quassia, dissolved in apple
brandy. Sometimes a hop tonic, made
of whiskey, hops and bitter barks. A
■core or more of popular, home-made
remedies were thus compounded, the
formulae for which were passed along
from house to house, sometimes written,
sometimes verbally communicated.
The patent medicine business is a
natural outgrowth from this whole
some, old-time custom. In the begin
ning, some enterprising doctor, im
pressed by the usefulness of one of
these home-made remedies, would take
it up, improve it in many ways, manu
facture it on a large scale, advertise it
mainly through almanacs for the home,
and thus it would become used over a
large area. LATTERLY THE HOUSE
HOLD REMEDY BUSINESS TOOK
A MORE EXACT AND SCIENTIFIC
FORM.
reruns was originally one or roese
old-time remedies. It was used by the
Mennonites, of Pennsylvania, before it
was offered to the public for sale. Dr.
Hartman, THE ORIGINAL COM
POUNDER OF PERUNA, is of Men
nonite origin. First, be prescribed it
for his neighbors and his patients.
The sale of it increased, and at last he
established a manufactory and fur
nished it to the general drug trade.
Peruna is useful in a great many
climatic ailments, such as coughs, colds,
sort throat, bronchitis, and catarrhal
diseases generally. THOUSANDS OF
FAMILIES HAVE LEARNED THE
USE OF PERUNA and its value in the
treatment of these ailments. They
have learned to trust and believe in
Dr. Hartman’s judgment, and to rely
on his remedy, Peruna.
No Offense.
First Stranger (on train)—Do you
ever quarrel witn your wife?
Second Stranger—Never.
First Stranger—Have any trouble
with the hired girl?
Second Stranger—Not me
First Stranger—Don’t your children
worry you at times?
Second Stranger—No, indeed.
First Stranger—Say. I don’t like to
call you a liar. but.—
Second Stranger—Oh. tbat's all
right. I’m a bachelor
Laundry work at Home would be
much more satisfactory if the right
Starch were used. In order to get the
desired stiffness, it is usually neces
sary to use so much starch that the
beauty and fineness of the fabric is
hidden behind a paste of varying
thickness, which not only destroys the
appearance, but also affects the wear
ing quality of the goods. This trouble
can be entirely overcome by using De
fiance Starch, as it can be applied
much more thinly because of its great
er strength than other makes.
Little One’e Prayer.
Mary always gets a little piece of
candy every day to keep her from be
ing naughty. One day she was
naughty, and she did not get her
candy. That night when she was go
Ing to bed she said her prayers as fol
lows: “Our Father, who art In heaven,
please give me my daily candy.”
Protective Paint
Pare White Lead Paint protects
property against repairs, replacement
and deterioration. It makes buildings
look better, wear better—and sell bet
ter. Use only Pure Linseed Oil and
Pure White Lead made by the
Old Dutch Process, which is sold in
kegs with this Dutch Boy trade mark
on the side.
This trade mark protects you
against fraudu
lent White Lead
adulterations and
substitutes.
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