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About The courier. (Lincoln, Neb.) 1894-1903 | View Entire Issue (March 9, 1901)
THE COURIER. RW "nCW SKUE Bargains in every department in the house. We can only mention a few of then here. See circular for full particulars. 5c Lisrht Cali coes, Red Tick et Sale, 3rard 2C 6c Dark Dress Prints, Red Ticket Sale, yd. 3C 27 in. Percales, 7c quality, Red Ticket Sale vard 4C lie Dress Ging hams, Red Tick et Sale, yard, 6c 6c Apron Ging hams, Red Tick et Sale, yard, 31 A SILK SPECIAL. 300 yards of corded wash silk, best grade, good colorings, worth 50c, Red Ticket Sale, yard 25c One of the Many Dress Goods Offerings. $1.25 and $1.35 colored tailor suit ings, all wool, come in medium and heavy weights, R'd Tkt Sale, yd, 98c WASH GOODS VERY CHEApI 200 pieces of best Egyptian Tis sues, the regular 25c grade, Red Ticket Sale, yard 18c LINENSTwo of the Bargains. Table Napkins, regular $1.00 qual ity, Red Ticket Sale, dozen 50c $1.25 Irish Damask, bleached, open border, new designs, Red Ticket Sale, dozen 95c CHINA DEPARTMENT. To introduce the new 1901 English White Semi-Porcelain. Have you seen it? Prettiest patterns ever put out. Tea cups and saucers, doz $1.00 Dinner plates, doz 90c You know what they are worth. UNDERWEAR DEPARTMENT. Ladies' 15c ribbed vests, Red ticket Sale, each 5c Children's fleece lined union suits, Red ticket Sale, suit 19c SUIT DEPAR i MENT. $1.25 and $1.50 Ladies' Mercerized and fancy stripe Petticoats, pleated ruffle on flounce, all colors, Red ticket Sale, yard 98p See the special suit we are offering for 8.50 Small Notions Cheap. Ironing wax, 4 for - 5c Pozzoni's Dove Complexion Powder, box 16c Silk hair nets, 2 for 5c 10c toilet paper, 3 for 10c lc and 10c hat pins, each lc 3c cocoanut oil soap, cake lc FANCY GOODS, Etc. 18 in. Battenburg center pieces, wort j $1.25 and $1.50, Red ticket Sale, each 85c 20 inch Battenburg center pieces, worth $1 75 aod $2.00, Red Ticket Sale, each 98c Pure linen Battenburg braids, 36 yd bolts, Rod Ticket Sale 25c 5c Nub lea Mus lin, Red Ticket Sale, yard, 3C 36 in.fFine Bleached Muslin Red Ticket Sale, yard, Turkey Red Cal icoes, Red Tick et Sale, yard, 3c 42 in. Pillow Casing, Red Ticket Sale, yd. lr ;W 8i 36 in. Fine Per cales, worth 15c, R'd Tkt Sale,yd 9c S$J OMAHA LETTER. Omaha, Nebr., March 2, 1901. Dear Eleanor: Omaha has donned her Lenten robes of sackcloth, and the joy bells of society give way to chimes that softly call the gay and thb devoted, to murmur with more or less sincerity "we are all miser able sinners." The fish markets are looking up,,' and florists woo the lily buds with patient anticipation of the time when tbe flesh pots will again hold sway, and My Lady once more don her worldly garb. It has been bo long since I wrote you, that I find myself groping rather aim. leesly for the threads of our interrupted communings, one with the other. You know, of course, I hare been abroad since we were wont to so openly conGde to each other what we thought about things and people in Omaha and Lincoln. But do not be alarmed, I am not going to dilate on the beauties of foreign sights or the absurdities of for eign people. I avoid every one who has been "doing" the continent as diligently as him, who has a well developed case of email pox, Therefore I shall be merci ful. Omaha is the same and yet not the same, paradoxical as that sounds. Half the things of life are paradox, bo why not we? The amount of free advertis ing we have succeeded in obtaining late ly. strikes me as rather to be deplored, even if it has created a wider demand for tinned beef. You remember the sausage industry in Chicago at one time threatened to collapse entirely. But we can hardly get canned meat out fast enough to supply tbe demand. No one is superior to tbe hope that he may draw another prize package. Four years isu't exactly a life time, and yet such a lot of things may happen in that length of time. Girls whom I left with nothing moro serious on their minds than leading a german, I find now cooing over the cradles of their first born or inquiring frantically what is the best remedy for colic. It makes me feel old pathetically old. I was young, even absurdly adolescent, over on the "other side," puttering among the ruins of time, where things and people of less than a century ago were too fresh to stir more than a passing interest. Climb' ing over ivy covered stones and gazing at the blue sky thro1 the open walls of castles where Lords and Ladies of high degree had, in ages gone by, "moved and lived and had their being,' engenders a feeliog of littleoeee, newness and young ness, which is bearable and as easily soothed as the appreciation that God has placed the stars and sun and moon immeasurably above one; that He has "poured millions of bubbles and will still pour" just such fragile, breakable bubbles as one's own self, but this is all the ereatnees and aboveness of God, not of His creatures. I felt Fate had been good to me, had given me tbe great opportunity of wan dering over tbe Old world, of looking on its dimmed but sacred glories. I some times felt that my little mind expanded, that the wings of my soul stretched a bit that I was better worth the breath of life. I think now that I flattered my self with no adequate reason thereof. Because I cot 6o mad, ju6t plain every day mad last week. I am really not in the least superior to that old self ot mine. A girl I UBed to know quite well, but of whom I bad heard nothing since I left, exclaimed to me at a recent tea in the heariog of a goodly number ot folk, "Why, Penelope Mayfair, aren't you married yet? You might have caught at least a Sir Somebody while you w.ere over there. I knew a real homely girl from St. Louie, who" I did not learn what luck tho "real homely girl from St. Louis" had, as I turned, perhaps a trifle rudely, to greet some new comer. I asked some one about her afterward, and found she had reached the summit of the average woman's ambition, she wan married! Her husband is head of a department in some big store here, and my life, minus the supervision of a steam heated flat and a husband, was a failure from her point of view. "She hasn't had a new dud since she was married," continued my informant, "but her husband wears the highest kind o: collars, the latest kind of ties and she has the right to put 'Mrs.' on her calling cards, so she has played tbe game more successfully than we have, Pen. In fact, I am looking tor a nice tabby cat and shall probably retire after this seaEon. I am now frequently asked questions, which only the old inhabitants -would be supposed to know." So this is what I have come back to, after four years of idyllic globe trotting, sans inconsequent worries, sans carping neighbors, who speculate as to whether or no Penelope Mayfair has "steady company." Some people in this world lead one to think heaven will be a very desirable haven. Margaret was a school friend of mine, and it she has silver threads among the gold and is looking for a congenial cat, I can hardly contem plate having my frocks made with baby waists next summer. I overheard a couple of men talking in a street car a day or two since. One of them was the "know it all," "I could have told you bo," kind, and on this oc casion, appros of the coming inaugura tion, he told his friend that before the next four years were over McKinley would make an empire of us, I think be meant umpire; that England had us Tight under her golf shoes, and so on, you know how they talk, oven with the accompaniment of the full dinner pail. However, it served to divert my thoughts from a shoe that pinched, and made me smile to think how we would have to cut over our patterns in order to form that empire. Here would certainly be an opening for new lines of trade. Fsl cy a great plate glass front bearing the fascinating legend "Family coats-of-. arms, crests and Ancestors furnished on short notice!" It McKinley should say "Let there be Dukes and Duchesses," imagine us shaking ourselves down in order to play our roles gracefully. I could not help thinking of this at a reception not long since. One of our grand dames of the social world was there in a long trailing gown of brocade. The gown, by the way, has done duty for some time at state functions, and the possessor al ways acts as if every rustle of the folds reminded her ot the price per yard- The lady desired to cross the polished floor of her hostess' reception room, and in preparation turned first and lifted the train with infinite care and a thrift more suited to the kitchen than the drawing room, walked the length of the apirtmants, evidently easy in the be lief that no vagrant particle ot dust which might have escaped the diligence of the mop or oil rag could locate on that dollar and a half brocade. And she will no doubt be a Duchess in the new empire! It will take at least an other generation before the earmarks of that early struggle can be effaced that period, not yet ancient history, when women "did" their own house work and fashioned the garments of their family With their own deft fingers, and thought no shame thereof. Coronets would be inclined to wobble around somewhat on head whose early familiar has been the dust cap. We are extremely amusing in our halt ac knowledged inclination to kick aside the A