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Bellefonte, Pa., April 29, 1910.
THE WORTH OF A WOMAN.
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Whatever the wage of the world may be
At the close of the toiling day,
For a task too slight for the world to see,
As it measures mens —ork for pay,
He is rich in the tribute of rarer lands
That reckon world’s wage above—
In the touch of a woman who understands—
In the thought of a woman's love.
By Charlotte Louise Rudyard.
ONE TOUCH OF NATURE.
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soften air.
“Oh, dear, no. I only smoke when I'm
worried or—ill at ease,” she responded.
Her voice was very clear, staccato, apt
for expressing irony. Wandesford had
Aways sdmired i perfect Intonation.
ow y pretty was, in
her Dresdenchina colors of rose and
and ivory! Yet her beauty was a little
hard, like her voice.
“You've been quite a long time down-
stairs,” she said. “How many cigars did
smoke?”
“Two. Did you miss me?”
no. | smoked two cigarettes, my-
self.”
“A pity we didn’t smoke together.”
“Do you really think so?”
Wandesford bent over her with obvi-
ous intentions. She presented her lips.
Her hand went up 2a moment later, but
not in time tohide her laughter. Wandes-
ford was not a sweet-tempered man, but
controlled himself and asked pleasantly:
“What are poe laughing at?”
“Oh, nothing in you, my dear boy!
You do it beautifully. No doubt you
have had plenty of practice.”
Wandesford leaned against the mantel-
Piece, very big and powerful, with his
k brows slightly drawn together.
Meeting her provoking eyes, he unbent a
ttle.
"Come, Daisy,” he said, "don't talk rot
of that sort. It isn't your style. What
are you so thorny for? Why can't you be
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“Reasonable! I am being reasonable,
for the first time in three months.
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act.”
“Yes. You were downstairs such a long
time that I've had a chance of thinki
things over. 1 haven't thought mu
lately, except about my trousseau, mixed
with speculations, mostly on mother’s
I will admit, as to long your
ther Darenth will live to keep you out
of the title.”
“Yes? And what was the sum of your
reflections, may I ask?”
_ She lay back with hands lightly folded
in her lap; her blue: n eyes were
composedly fixed upon his face.
“l have been wondering,” she said,
“why in the name of all that's marvelous,
} allowed mother to bully me into marry-
them again. He was always deliberal
and his delay added ie
weigh
when they came. “Well, I've been reflect | the
ing, too,” he said. “And, since truth
seems to be going iust now, I may tell
you that I've been wondering why on
earth I allowed your mother to hook me
fora son-in-law.
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Wandesford, attracted by the crash of
the table, was standing in the door. Dai-
sy’s patient started up on her elbow; she
tried to call him by name and fainted
away.
andesford came forward, his face
changed and sobered. “Good God!” he
said. “It's Julia!"
“Help me to lift her," said Daisy im-
periously. 3
waleif hacds met, but not their eyes.
decidedly, and carried the woman to the
sofa. He laid her flat on her back, tak-
ing away the cushions. Looking round,
he found Daisy at his elbow.
“You'd better clear out,” he said kind-
ly. “This isn't in your line, my dear. I'll
je in one of the maids to help me.
eone must go for the doctor.”
“One of the maids! What use would
she be? She'll faint at the sight of blood.
Tell me what to do and I'll do it—that is,
if you know yourself; I don't.”
“Oh, I know all right! I've seen my
mother like this time and again. But
you can't stay here, Daisy. One of the
maids will do perfectly well; it's not
work for you."
“What work there is may as well be
done properly.”
“I mean she isn't fit for you to touch,”
said Wandesford bluntly.
“I'm your wife. If she's fit for you,
she's fit for me.”
“You really mean it?”
“I do."
“I shall have to leave you alone while I
go for the doctor. Are you game for
that?”
“Yes.”
“All right. Good for you! I'll be as
quick as I can, but I must go myself and
bring him back in the car. She needs
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“Give me my directions,” said Daisy.
The pity which had moved her before
kept her fast by the sofa; she could not
give up her place to another. After
speaking to the maids Wandesford came
back to say good-bye.
“I've told them to get a room ready
and light a fire. She'd better stay here
till the doctor comes; it's quite warm,
and I can't spare time to carry her up
and settle her in before I go. Sure you
don't mind doing this, Daisy?" he added,
laying his hand upon her shoulder. “The
cook seems intelligent; I think she could
manage all right, if you'd rather not.”
But Daisy shook her head.
“Of course, I'd prefer toleave her with
you,” Wandesford said. He bent over
unconscious woman and kissed her.
As he raised himself, he met Daisy’s eye
and colored, but he offered no excuse. A
moment later the front door closed be-
hind him, and she heard the throb of the
igo. hour that Daisy kept h
or tl rst hour that Dai ept her
vigil the sole event was the intrusion of
the cook, zealous to help and sympathize.
dismissed her wi t mercy. Dur-
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er, set up a barrier between Daisy and
her husband. She could not let him treat
her as his wife, but at the same time she
felt that the man who could show toward
this miserable creature under her hands
such tenderness and pity as she had read
in Wandesford's face could not be beyond
friendship. He had at some time loved
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Her arms were aching, she discovered,
had been at tending the sick, and spilled
twice as much whiskey on her dress as
he rubbed on her arm.
"What on earth induced you to do it?"
he grumbled half angrily. “It wasn't in
the least . It would have been
far better for her to lie flat.”
“She wanted me to.”
“You should have let her want then.
Ten to one she wasn’t even clean.”
“You must be truly annoyed to say
that," said Daisy. “Now, why should
you be? Surely you would consider Julia
rather than me."
“Yes, poor old Julia,” said Wandesford
with the sudden softened tone that Daisy
liked. “Tucker says it's only a matter of
ye in 3 Wop Sing if nave her 5
renth? 's pretty disreputable, I ad-
mit, but I'm not going to turn out my
only sister to die in the gutter.”
“or the space of a couple of minutes
Daisy did not speak. She reflected on
the results of being too clever. Then
she said:
know, that you had a sister. How did
she manage to get into this state?"
“There's preity wild blood in ali of us,”
said Wandesf “You know, they say
that one in every generation of the
Wandesfords goes through the divorce
court. Poor old Julia was ours. Shewas
the eldest of the lot of us, and was very
decent to me when I was a kid. The!
man didn’t marry her after the smash.
I'd have thrashed him into it, but he died.
After that poor old Julia went utterly to
the bad. I tried to get her back, but she
wouldn't let us find her. She wrote to
me that she would only come home to
die. Is your arm any better.
Daisy nodded. “What are we going to
do ourselves, Sydney?” she asked, detain-
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Make best of things, I suppose.”
“I won't live with you and quarrel per-
petualiy said Daisy slowly. “Yet we're
irreconcilably fond of our own way.
It seems to me it's one of two things.
Either we separate at once—which doesn't
seem 0 answer with you Wandesfords,
or
“Well?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Put it into words.”
> else ye'vy got to love Sah other
pretty thoroughly. For you t in
for half-measures, Sydney, nor do i
“The question is, can we do it!” asked
Wandesford after 3 pause,
“Can you?” asked Daisy, turning her
fearless eyes full on his face.
“Yes, after seeing you with Julia."
“So can L"—By R. K. Weekes, in
Smart Set.
Merciful.
Mrs. A.—I do love lobsters. but |
never have them at home because it
seems so inhuman to kill them by put-
ting them in a kettle of boiling wa-
ter. Mrs. B.—Gracious! 1 never kill
them that way—it would be too hor-
rible. I always put them on in cold
water and let them come to a boil.—
Boston Transcript.
No Satisfying Her.
“Women are hard to understand.”
“Think so?’
“Yes; I told her she carried her age
well, and she was offended.”
“You don't say!”
“Yes, and then I told her she didn’t
carry it well, and she wouldn't speak.”
~—Philadelphia Record.
Misnamed.
Wife—1 say, do you know the girl
in the flat above us won a piano at
the charity bazaar lottery yesterday?
Husband—A piano? Great Scott!
And that's what they call a charity ba.
saar!—Meggendorfer Blatter.
Ever Faithful.
“He's always wanting to borrow
money from me.”
“A fair weather friend merely?"
“Oh, no. He has also borrowed sev-
eral umbrellas."—Pittsburg Post.
Pincaed Plums.
The mistress of the mathematical
class was mathematizing for her math-
ematical pupils, while her mathemat-
ical pupils were inwardly mathematiz-
ing mathematics. :
“Now, suppose,” said the mistress,
“I had a pound of plums" —
At which point it occurred to her
how much better she could illustrate
her example to her youthful charges
if she really had a pound of plums
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“Mary,” she said to a girl of eight.
“here's sixpence. Go out and get me
a pound of piums. And as I'm going
to give them in the end to the girl
who gets the sum right first be sure
before you buy them you pinch one
or two just to see that they are whole
some.”
A few minutes and Mary had return
ed. With flushed face and triumphant
' eyes she approached the teacher's desk
: as one worthy of commendation and
* | plumped down a bag of plums and the
i+ Sixpence.
“There, mum!" she =aid. *1 pinched
one or two, as you told me, and when
the man wasn't looking 1 pinched the
| blessed lot!”"—London Answers.
Music Writing Made Easy.
Mlle. Salle was in the eighteenth
century the most accomplished and
fascinating balleteuse at the famous
French Opera. In addition to her oth:
er qualifications, she played and sang
with extraordinary artistic skill and
depth of expression. She once con-
fided to Rameau, the noter musician,
. that her ardent wish was to be able to
« few lossons in the art.
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compose and asked him to give her n
“Nothing ens.
fer in the world.” Rameau gallantly
wrinkles in her | replied. He handed hr a sheet of pa-
per ruled for music and asked her to
take her valuable breastpin and pric!
holes in the lines wherever she thought
proper. After the lady had completed
her task Rameau took the sheet of pa-
’ | per, turned each puncture into a note.
ession- | determined iis length, selected a suita-
outsiders | ble key, and the thing was done. Thix
remarkable composition turned out =
lively plece of dance music. which
If sitting by the fire inthe din- wax afterward entitled “Les Sauvagzes
Dans les Index Galantes™” and was
popular in France for a great pumber
of years.
Macaulay 2s a Child.
Thomas Babingtou Macaulay should
perhaps have ranked with the uni
versal geniuses, but it is true that his
precocious gift was largely in the di
rection of literature. He read iuces.
santly from the age of three. At seven
he had composed a very fair cow
pendium of universal history from the
creation to 1800. At eight he had
written a treatise destined to conver:
the natives of Malabar to Christianity
As a recreation from this weight’
work he wrote in the same year a ro
mance in the style of Scott in three
cantos, entitled “The Battle of Chev
fot.” A little later came a long poem
on the history of Olaf Magnus and a
vast pile of blank verse entitled “Fin-
gal—A Poem In Twelve Books.” But
he disliked mathematics and did no
pass his examinations in that subject,
thus standing out among all child
His memory was such that
he literally never could forget auy
thing and after twenty years could
repeat bits of poetry read only once.
Her One Wish.
The wandering peddler stopped ai
the southern cabin and opened his
pack.
“Mammy, let me show you some sel!
raising umbrellas,” he began.
“No use, man. no use.” interrupted
the old colored woman as she busied
herself about the pot of clothes
“Cyant use nuffin lak dat.”
“How about self raising window
shades?”
“No good heah, kase deh ain't no
windows wuth talkin’ about.”
“Self raising buckwheat?”
“No good to me—we eat cohn pone
But, mister!”
“Well, mammy ?"
“If yo'll tell me how to tub dese
heah fohteen bad chillun into self
raising pickaninnies ARl'll be yo’ friend
foh life, dat Ah will, sah.”—Chicaz»
News.
Spirit Rock.
A memorial to an explorer is that in
honor of Jean Nicolet at Menash:.
Wis. It is a huge bowlder of Winne
bago Manitou stone, known as “spirit
rock,” and is mounted on a plain pyr
amid of sandstone twelve feet high.
An inscription relates that Nicolet was
the first white man in Wisconsin and
that he met the Winnebago tribe and
held the earliest white council with
5,000 of its braves. The monument
was erected by the city of Menasha
and women’s clubs of that place.
Winning Her Papa.
She—When you go to ask papa the
first thing he will do will be to accuse
you of seeking my hand merely to be-
come his son-in-law.
He—Yes? And then—
“And then you must agree with him.
He's a lot prouder of himself than he
is of me.”
When She Wasn't Looking.
Anxious Mother—How do you know
Mr. Jackson is in love with you? Has
he told you so? Pretty Daughter-
N-no, but you should see the way le
looks at me when | am not looking at
him!
Neither.
English Waiter— Which side of the
table do you wish to sit on, sir”
American Guest—1 prefer to sit on at |
chair.—Judge.
In the morning when thou riseth un-
willingly let this thought be present:
“I am rising to the work of a humau
being.”—Marcus Aurelius,
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were onlg three in
time
freak of nature, as many suppose, bul
a genuine case of reversion to a primi.
tive or ancestral type. It seems that.
unlike the prehistoric ancestor of the |
modern horse, which has four toes or |
hoofs, the old clotherium, from which
animal all members of the swine fam.
fly are descended, had a solid hoof,
and in the course of ages, ux the old |
parent form died out and the modern
wild boar, domestic hog, peceary, ete,
were evolved this solid hoof became |
through what Darwin enlls “adapta- |
tion” and “natural selection” divided
up into two parts, so that all modern
hogs are cloven hoofed. Occasionally,
however, a hog is born with the old |
original solid hoof of the primitive hog
ancestor, thus demonstrating the tend.
ency in all animals to revert now und
then to the parent form.
: Votes In Pawn.
In the delightful days of yore a vote
frequently fetched hundreds of pounds.
Poor electors would not wait for an
election, but would horrow from the
candidate sums of money, for which
they would give promissory notes.
And when the reform bill was spoken
of to some electors in Stafford they
expressed their pleasure at it and
hoped that there would be introduced
into the bill some plan for the better
payment of poor voters! [or the con-
venience of would be M. Ps seats
used to be procurable for £5.000 or £G.-
000 cash down, while toward the close
of the eighteenth century the borouzh
of Gatton and many others were ac-
tually publicly advertised for sale by
auction. The sales were pot for a sin-
gle parliament, but the fee simple in-
cluded the power of nominating the
two representatives forever.—London
Globe.
Chinese Names cf Places.
Chinese names of places often define |
their character. Thus the termina
“yang” means fortress, Plngyang the
“fortress of peace.” “Cheng” means n
walled city, as Fenghuangcheng the
“Phenix walled city.” “Shan” jz a
mountain, “hai” the sea. “kuan™ a
camp; thus Shankaikuan is the “moun.
tain sea camp.” A “ling” is a moun
tain pass; Motienling, near Mukden, is
the “heaven scraping pass.”
The suffixes “tao” and “to” indicate
islands; “po” or “pho” a harbor;
“wan,” a bay; “kiang"” and “ho a
river; “kow.” a port; “fu.” a first class
city; “ju,” a provincial capital. “Pei”
is north, “nan” is south, “king” is cap-
ital. These suffixes help to explain
such familiar names in these days as
Sanshantao, Chemulpo, Talienwan.
Yangtsekiang, Hoangho, Yinkow, Che-
fu, Anju. Peking and Nanking.—New
York Tribune.
The Suspect’'s Declaration.
Parson White's precantionary mens-
ure of protecting his chicken coop
with chilled steel bars was futile. for
that very night four more of his choice
Leghorns disappeared, leaving the sev.
ered and twisted bars as the only vis-
ible evidence of the theft. However,
his suspicions pointed toward his next
door neighbor. whom he had seen
prowling around his yard that day,
and accordingly he had this suspect
up in police court the next morning.
“If the prisoner can file an alibi I'll
let him off with a suspended sen-
tence,” announced the judge at the
end of the evidence. “Can you file an
alibi, Ham?"
“Ah guess Ah kin,” eagerly rejoined
the suspect, “if it ain't any hahder den
Pahson White's chicken coop bahs!"—
Brooklyn Life.
Taking One's Own Pulse.
Being able to “take” one's own
pulse is a doubtful accomplishment,
because the heart has some peculiari-
ties the importance of which are sure
to be overestimated except by physi-
cians and much uneasiness occasioned
in consequence. Irregularity of the
pulse is natural to no small number
of people without other signs of dis-
ease. It may also be simply a tran-,
sient symptom, due to errors of habit
or other causes which, disappearing,
leave no trace behind them.
Misleading.
“That is a fat. prosperous looking
envelope. Does our salesman send in |
a big bunch of orders?”
“Not exactly. That envelope con-
tains a for his last check. his
expense account for this week, a re-
quest for a salary raise and a requisi-
tion for some more expense account
blanks.”—Louisville Courier-Journal.
Couldn't Walk.
Wifey—You told me the other day
we must avoid all luxuries and con-
fine ourselves to absoiute necessities
only. Hubby—That’'s =o, my dear.
Wifey—Well, last night you came home
from the club in a cab. Hubby—Yes,
but that was an absolute necessity.—
Fliegende Blatter.
Not an Earthquake.
Mrs. Houser (hearing tremendous
in the kitchen)—Great goodness,
ane, what was that. an earthquake
shock? Jane (calmly picking up the
pieces of glass)—No, mum; only a lit- |
tle jar.
Willing.
“Jane, at the table we wish to be
served with alacrity.”
“All right, mum. Will you bn ve it
after the soup?’—London Answers,
Kindness is the golden chain by
which scclety is bound together.—
Goethe.
bout such pigs in his “Origin of
he wrote this |
boofed hog is not a
FOR AND ABOUT WOMEN.
DAILY THOUGHT.
Somebody did a golden deed;
Somebody proved a friend in need;
Somebody sang a beautiful song:
Somebody smiled the whole day long;
Somebody thought * ‘Tis sweet to live,”
Somebody said, “I'm glad to give;”
Somebody fought a valiant fight ;
Somebody lived to shield the right ;
Was that “Somebody” you?
The first thing that should be consider-
ed in selecting 's clothes is wheth-
. er they and comfortable or not. A chiid’s
clothes should be comfortable above all
the spine. All the clothes should fit well,
being snug but not at all tight, nor should
they confine any part of the body.
A serviceable gift for the new baby is
ia pair of knitted bands. For these the
| threefold Saxony worsted is best They
| are of course, knitted to avoid a seam.
ening she Js found ihe Dest
tions are one three
pl \ Ja ong by quarters
No matter what the stitch or ion by
she rarely varies from this dimension
more than an inch or two each way to al-
low for the difference in stitches, and
never alters the relative proportion.
A simple device for keeping baby amus-
ed and is to fasten at intervals
upon 3 t ribbon the little
of which he is most fond, ng
ribbon above the bed upon which he lies,
within reach of his little hands, by se-
curing one end to the head of the
bed and the other to the foot. He
will then entertain himself by the hour
| pushing the toys back and forth and
! watching them swing above him.
i The small wooden fences used by many
| mothers to keep the kiddies in bounds
| are well known. Not so familiar is a
| miniature playroom invented by one
Jog Mother, who objected to having
ild's toys scattered all over the
room.
She bought a large box. Had the sides
cut down to allow it to go under the bed.
The box was put on rollers so it could be
easily moved.
The inside was lined with chintz that
could be readily taken out when soiled.
On the upright sides of the box was white
muslin, to which was pasted all sorts of
gay pictures and animals that children
love. When finished this miniature pic-
ture gallery was given a thin coat of var-
nish so it could be wiped off when soiled.
The haby's toys were inside.
When babe was ited in his play-
house he was out of harm's way, and
could amuse himself for hours. When
he was through pleying zll that was nec-
essary was to push the box under the
bed, where it was hidden by the valance.
Children may eat too much sugar and
they may also stay too long in their bath-
tub, or in the creek when they go in
swimming, or get tanned or a headache
from playing too long in the sun, or chill-
ed by staying too long in the n air;
but is that any sound reason why they
should be rived of sweets, sunlight,
baths and air, or discouraged from
indulging in them? All that is needed,
says Dr. Woods Hutchinson in Swecess
Magazine, is a little sommon sense regu-
lation and judicious supervision, not pro-
hibition or denunciation. Most of the ex-
traordinary craving for pure sugar and
candy, which is supposed to lead the av-
child to inevitably “founder him-
self” if left to his own sweet will and a
box of candy, is due to a state of arti-
ficial and abnormal sugar starvation, pro-
duced by an insufficient amount of this
invaluable food inits regular diet. Chil-
dren who are given plenty of sugar on
their mush, bread and butter and pud-
dings, a regular allowance of cake and
plenty of sweet fruits, are almost free
from this craze for candy, this tendency
to gorge themselves to surfeit, and can
usually be trusted with both the candy
box and sugar bowl.
It is a great mistake to allow a child to
give a large party, as the result often is a
neryous breakdown, caused by the attend-
ant fatigue.
Rich food should not be served indis-
criminately at children’s parties, as the
result often is a dangerous attack of in-
digestion for one or more of the children.
Another reason why the large party is
! undesirable is that the dust the children
| raise in their romping gets into their
i throats, and has often a very injurious
| effect.
For a child under the of ten the
party should never be up of more
than from four to six children.
The mother of the child giving the par-
ty may watch this number and send
home confident that their little stomachs
and nerves have not suffered.
| Oatmeal Cookies.—One cup sugar, one-
half cup lard, one-haif cup butter,
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