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Notice of Petitioa-E J546.
In re estate of Hennlng Peters, deceased. In
county court, Lancaster county, MeDrasKa.
The State of Nebraska, to the widow, chil
dren, heirs at law, next of kin of said deceased
and to any other person interested in his
estate, take notice that a petition signed by
Dorothea Peters, praying said court to grant
letteH of administration of said estate to her
self, has been filed in said court: that the saim
is set for hearing on Hay 16th, 1901, at ten A. M.
before said court and if you do not then ap
pear and contest, said court may grant admin
istration of the said estate as prayed for. Dated
April 19, 1901.
siAL. Fbank R. Waters.
County Judge.
By Walter A. Leese, Clerk County Court
First Pub. Apr. 131.
D. J. Flaherty, Attorney. Richards Block.
In the district court of Lancaster county, Ne
braska. Laura A. Header, Plaintiff, 1
vs. ! NOTICE FOIt
Benjamin L. Header, f PUBLICATION.
Defendant. J
To the Defendant, Benjamin L. Header:
You are hereby notified that on the 11th day
-of April, 1901, Laura A. Meader. plaintiff, filed a
Estltlon against you in the district court of
ancaster county, Nebraska, the object and
"prayer of which is to obtain a divorce from
vou, and to be giren the custody of the follow
ing children, to-wit: James Header, thirteen
.years of age, Hilo Meader, ten years of age,
Nellie Header, seven years of age, and Ktta
Header, four years of age, on the ground that
vou have wilfully abandoned the plaintiff with
out just cause for a term of two years last-past.
You are required, to answer said petition on or
before the :5th dayof Hay. 1901.
Laura A. Meader, Plaintiff.
April
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GOING TO A FUNCTION.
THE OVERTURE TO A LOVELY EVENING.
DRAMATIS PERSONAE.
Mme. Janbois, forty nine.
M. Janbois, fifty-eight.
Eugenie Janboie.twenty-six.
Scene: The home of the Janbois.
An apartment on the four floor, rue de
Babylone. Time: Half pact nine in the
evening in winter. Mme. Janbois,
M. Jaubok and Mile. Eugenie Janbois
are dressing to go out.
Janbois (entering his wife's room.
He has trousers on, but no waietcoat or
coat.) Damn!
Madame. 1 wish you wouldn't use
such language, dear.
Janbois. It's disgusting!
Madame. What's the matter now.
Janbois. That confounded laundress
makes my collars more limp than ever.
I can't go out in a thing like this! (holds
out collar) Haven't I told you a hun
dred times that I want them as hard as
iron?
Madame (cal my). That's what I al
ways tell her.
Janbois. Well, get rid of her and find
some one else.
Madame. Oh, nonsense! I'd never
find another as good in doing up my
handkerchiefs and underwear.
Janbois. Ob, of course my collars
don't matter (gives a cry.) Oh, Lord!
How my shoes pinch me!
Madame. What's the matter with
you lately! Do you suppose I am any
more comfortable in these ball slippers?
Janbois. I know what it is. These
patent-leathers always were too tight.
I bought them six years ago and they
are still as good as new for the very good
reason that I have not been able to wear
them.
Madame. That's because we go out
so rarely.
Janbois. We go out as often as we're
invited. They hurt at the big toe. I've
often thought that my feet must be
growing.
Madame. Go and dress yourself in
stead of talking nonsense.
Janbois. We've plenty of time. It's
only nine o'clock.
Madame. I don't want to get there
late. 1 want to be in time to secure a
good seat for the whole evening so as
uot to be obliged to sit in a doorway
all night.
Janbois. Oh, don't worry. We'll get
there all right. I'll be the one to stand
in the doorway until three o'clock in
the morning.
Madame. Besides, we must think of
Eugenie. She must get there some
time before the dancing begins, so peo
ple can see her a little. You know she's
not a bad-looking girl, when she takes
pains to look nice.
Janbois. She reminds me of you at
times.
Madame. She has your nose.
Janbois. Yes, but she's an attractive
looking girl all the same.
Madame. Of course she is. So was
I when I was a girl. But it's high time
we got her oft". She's nearly twenty
seven, and she looks it.
Janbois. Not at night.
Madame. Ob, yes she does, my dear.
What do you know? The trouble is
she has no idea how to dress properly.
I have to look after her pretty closely.
Janbois. Well, yon look after her.
I'll go and look for a collar I can wear.
(Passes into his own room.)
Madame. Nini !
Eugenie (from another room.) Yes,
mamma.
Madame. Come here, queenie.
(Eugenie appears in her petticoat, her
hair only half dressed, and hold
ing her comb in her hand.))
Madame. Listen, darling. What do
you think I had better vear in my hair?
My crescent, or the bird?
Eugenie. Oh, the crescent is perfect
ly lovely, and you look too sweet for
anything with that jet bird.
Madame. I know, but I can't wear
them both.
Eugenie. How would it do to perch
the bird on the crescent?
Madame. Nonsense) I'd look like a
ballet girl.
Eugenie. What dresa are you going
to wear?
Madame. What a question! My
green with the white lac to be sure.
You know perfectly well that it it the
only one I have. Your father has never
been in. a position to let me have two
evening dresses at the same time. How
ever, it does not matter about me. You
are the one to look after. We only go
out for your sake.
Eugenie. Oh, mamma!
Madame. Of course, bo you can find
a husband. Now, tonight, do see what
you can do. Try your beet to catch
some one.
Eugenie. You know I do all I can.
Macame. Remember, you are getting
on. You'll Boon be twenty-seven.
Eugenie (tearfully). I was only twen
ty six last January. There are many
girls older than I who are not yst mar
ried. Madame. I know but that is no rea
son why you should not do all you can.
Eugenie. I'm sure no girl could do
more than I do. I can't do anything if
the men won't ask me.
Madame (soothingly). Well, come,
dear, kiss me. I know you are doing
your best. (Eugenie goes to kiss her).
Don't come too close. You'll take all
my powder off. Well, hope for the
best Perhaps something will turn up
tonight. One single soirtee is some
times enough. 1 knew I'd marry your
father the first day I met him. I was
told he was a young man who had a
brilliant future in store, and that one
day he would be very wealthy (sighs).
But we are still waiting for the wealth
and the brilliant future is getting furth
er behind us every day.
Eugenie. Poor papa! Ws love him
just the same.
Madame. Oh, I'm not disparaging
your father, my dear. He is a good
husband and a clever man in bis way.
Eugenie. He has a lovely office at
the ministry and he has the legion of
honor.
Madame. Oh, every one has that
nowadays.
Eugenie. I'm very proud of papa.
Madame. 1 am too, of course. And
he's so proud of me, poor man. He ap
preciates so much he couldn't get along
without me. Ah, if you two had not
me to look after everything, I don't
know what would become of you. Pass
me that tape measure. It's there he
hind you. It's near my dress shields.
(Eugenie finds it). That's it. Now see
how much I measure around the waist.
(Eugenie measures her mother's waiit).
now much?
Eugenie. Twenty-nine inches.
Madame. I'm glad of that. I'm get
ting thinner,
(Enter Janbois.)
Janbois. Well, are you fixing up Eu
genie? Madame. Yes, she'll be all right, (To
Eugenie). Go quickly and put on your
gown. (Calls her back.) What have'
you been doing to your comb, child, to
put it in such a state? Have you been
hammering nails with it?
Eugenie. No, mamma. But my hair
is bo long and thick that it gets en
tangled in the comb and breaks the
teeth.
Madame. Long and thick indeed!
And isn't my hair long and thick? My
comb is certainly not like that.
Janbois. Well, it's different with you,
dear. Eugenie's hair is her own, not a
false piece like yours.
Madame. I wish, Edmond, you would
not meddle when we are dressing. How
can you expect us to get ready? (Eu
genie goes to her room.) False indeed!
Of course, I have not the same hair as a
young girl. You remember how thick
my hair used to be. Now I am more than
forty, but that is no reason why you
should humiliate me before my daugh
ter. Janbois. Don't be silly.
Madame. Go away and let me dress.
Janbois. Can't you dress before me?
Madame. No, I'm going to keep more
to myself in future. I see I have made
a mistake to let you see me anyhow.
Janbois. How ridiculous you are. Do
I stand on ceremony with you, aver since
I began wearing flannel belts and
stopped putting perfume on my hand
kerchief? Come, put on your green dress.
I'll go and put on my coat. (Turns
round at the door). Suppose I wear my
old one?
Madame. No! No! Your new one.
Janbois. All right. Don't get ex
cited. I'll wear the new one. I only
thought it would save the other one.
(He exits.)
(Eugenie enters. She is all dressed and
charming, although some
what dumpy).
Eugenie. I'm ready, mamma. Do I
look nice?
Madame. I'll at you presently. Your
ather has delayed me dreadfully.
Eugenie. Shall I help you?
Madame. Yes, get my gloves. See
that the buttons are all right. And get
my fan. And handkerchief and brace
let. Eugenie. Your big serpent?
Madame. Yes. (Sighs). Ah. my poor
child, you little know all the trouble you
cause us.
(She finishes making her toilet feverish
ly, putting on the green dress
with white lace which
crackles like stiff
paper).
Janbois (entering). Are you both
ready?
Madame. We shan't be if you come
in here every minute worrying ub.
Janbois. I'm not saying a word.
Eugenie. How nice you look, papa!
Madame. Let me look at him. The
red ribbon in your buttonhole is too big.
Janbois. The buttonhole was not
small enough for the little one. I'd
lose it.
Eugenie. I don't mind a large rib
bon. It looks military.
Madame. Nonsense! Your father
looks as if he were leading the cotillion.
By the bye, you'll dance the cotillion to
night, do you hear?
Eugenie. Yes, mamma.
Madame. And try to get the son to
invite you.
Eugenie. Oh, mamma!
Madame. I'll help you and you do
all you can yourself. You are not a bad
waltzer. Try and get the son to ask
you for a waltz. I think he rather
fancies you.
Eugenie. But
Madame. There now. I'm ready!
Edmond!
Janbois. Yes, dear.
Madame. Have you the front door
key? Janbois. Yes,
Madame. And the candle for down
stairs? Janbois. Yes.
Madame. And thirty-five sous for a
cab?
Janbois. Yes.
Madame. We'll try and get some one
there to drive us home. Put my fan in
your pocket and try not to smash it.
Janbois. Don't be afraid.
Madame (to her daughter). Nini,
did you tell the girl to put on the table
the rest of the chicken and the salad in
case we're hungry when we come in?
Eugenie. Yes, mamma.
Madame. Let's go then! (Theser-
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