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Bellofoate, Pa., , May 10,19 1912.
PLAN OF CAMPAIGN.
in high social circles the girl who
wants to cut out another girl orders
‘mew dresses snd more hats. Among
savages she sticks on a few more
ibeads and feathers. But in some
| middle western towns she rolls up her
ves, opens the flour bin and cooks
moe calculated to knock the
igpots off anything culinary the other
gir! ever dared dream of.
. That was why Mrs. Fruby said to
ther daughter with a hint of excite-
{ment In her voice, “Try him on beaten |
scults, Sadie! And your chocolate
;marshmallow pudding!”
~ It had been hard enough all her
lite for Mrs. Fruby to be outdone by
Mary Sandler without having to en-
‘dure seeing Mary Sandler's daughter
iget ahead of her own Sadie. And of
‘tate Rosa Sandler had asked Peter
‘Vernon to dinner entirely too often
ito suit Mrs. Fruby’'s plans. So had
‘half a dozen other girls. For Peter
{Vernon was & matrimonial prize, the
e of which a small town does not
see more than once in a generation.
‘He had an interest in the big engine
iworks, which made money so fast
‘that it gave the populace the hie-
{coughs trying to count it.
Natural jealousy of Mary Sandler
made Mrs. Fruby consider Rosa a
‘deadly rival. Rosa was nearly as
pretty as Sadie and, moreover, she
‘was a good cook. So were Margaret
and Agnes and Carrie, other aspirants.
Louige--Mrs. Fruby merely smiled at!
‘the idea of Louise
Being built on solid lines herself,
{Mrs. Fruby had an imagined contempt
ifor ethereal creatures like Louise, |
who looked as though a puff of wind |
might easily remove her from the
.scene. Louise was of the ethereal,’
«useless kind and Mrs. Fruby knew |
ithat no sensible man wanted a help- |
iless wife. Men, she often told Sadie, |
{liked energy and ability in a girl. As|
‘for cooking, it was doubtful if Louise |
{could even cook a pan of fudge with!
lout burning it. i
Peter Vernon was a tall, thin young
sman with a well set head and a kind- |
lly, if shrewd, smile.
“He's not the sort to get taken in!" A
iMrs. Fruby said thankfully as she |
superintended Sadie's work making |
the beaten biscuit for that night's
supper, to which Peter Vernon was
coming. “Does your arm ache? Let
me beat awhile!”
Peter Vernon liked the beaten bis-!
reult immensely. He ate six. And he
‘had two helpings of the chocolate
marshmallow pudding, |
“She nearly beat her arm off mak-
ing those.” Sadie's mother coutided
to him “But, 1 tel! you, nothing
daunts Sadie! When she does a
thing she does It!” }
“They certainly were mighty good.”
repeated Pe'er Vernon,
“We always ‘have ‘em Wednesday
evenings.” said Sadie’s mother with a
sudden inspiratign © “And vou drop |
in that might without waiting to be |
asked, since you're go rond of 'em!™ |
“Yee, do!” echoed Sadie. i
Heaten Lisculls are hard
Many were the
Fruby put in over them, because they |
had to be made regularly on Wednes.
days. Sometimes Peter dropped in,’
and If he did not he was certain to be!
met on the street the next day by
Sadie or her mother and pinned down
to another date. Mrs. Fruby took his
fondness for the marshmellow pad:
ding as an especially good sign
“You keep it up, Sadie” she told |
her daughter thie evening Peter had |
stayed a half-hour beyond his usual
time. “I can begin to see that you're
winning out!”
“I don't know,
ly. “He goes to Isabel's and Marga-
ret's, too—and Louise's!”
“! wouldn't worry,” declared her
mother “1 guess Isabel can’t make
biscuit like yours and Margaret's cake
is a joke. And you know Louise!
Why, vou've got ‘em all on the run'”
“Tut he never says anything.” Sadie oe
protested. “1 mean anything that I
could take as—" 2
“He ain't that kind," declared Mrs. |
Fruby “He ain't going to make love |
to a girl till he's engaged to her!
You beat those biscufts longer next!
time!” |
Shortly after that the local newspa-
per contained the unexpected an-
nouncement of the quiet marriage of
Peter Vernon and Louse, the ethereal.
Mrs. Fruby, after a hysterical
scream when she read the news, told
Sadie plainly what she thought of
Peter. She talked so vehemently
that she did not notice how pale
Sadie’'s cheeks were. Sadie usually
“was stolid and nnmoved.
“Well,” Mrs. Fruby said at last, |
wiping her eyes, “it can’t be helped.
‘You'd better stir up some beaten bis.
cuit for supper tonight—it’s Wednes
day!” Habit was strong in her.
It was then that Sadie voiced a
‘brand new theory of Iife. Beaten |
biscuit!” she echoed grimly. “I never!
to make. |
want to see one again! I guess what ld
you eat doesn't count for much, after |
all!”
Not Looking Too Far Ahead.
“What is your boy going to be
when he grows up?”
~ “I don't know. We've not got that
far yet. We're devoting all our time |
to ways and means of bringing him |
—There are many good newspapers
published, but none that is quite as good |
2s the DEOCRATIC WATCHMAN, Tryit. |
weary hours Sadie ee
* Sadie said diblous %
HER CHOICE OF METHODS.
Mrs. Briggs had passed the after-
noon at her club, where she had lis-
tened to a dear young girl, direct from
the chautauqua platform, deliver an
inspiring. uplifting discourse on the
benefits of moral suasion.
Therefore, when she arrived home
and was met at the door with a tale
of woe relating to the behavior of her
only offspring—of his refusal to go to
school, his stealing all the doughnuts
the cook had hidden for supper, his
unforgivable rudeness to his maiden
aunt and his taking his father's fish-
ing tackle from its sacred box and
mixing the contents together on the
parlor floor—of all these and sundry
other misdemeanors, each sufficient to
merit a physical reproof, she bit her
'lip nerveusly and asked where she
might find her sou.
Having found him in the laundry,
where he was prepared to spend the
night in case of necessity, she led him
gently up to her room, asking not to
be disturbed by any one whatsoever.
“Son,” she said, sorrcwfully. “I've
Leen told that you were very naughty
today.”
“Do I get licked?" asked son, irrel-
evantly.
“You realize, don’t you, that you
were naughty?” she repeated, ignoring
his question.
“Then 1 don’t get licked?”
anxious to know.
“Listen to mother, dear.” Son
winced at the endearment. “You are
my only boy, and | feel so proud to
own you. But—" She drew him clos-
er to her and endeavored to lift him to
her lap.
“Gee, | ain't a baby,” he objected,
strenuously, as he wriggled away.
Son was
Mrs. Briggs breathed a deep sigh.
Then she began again: “Mother Is
proud of her boy, but she wants him
| to deserve her pride. You want moth.
| ar to always be proud of you, don’t
you?
“Say, you've got powder all over
one side of your nose,” exclaimed the
object of her pride.
She wiped her face quietly, then she
waited a moment to collect her wits.
Her son didn't seem to respond to
mother love, so she thought that per-
haps she would better try something
else.
“When you refused to go to school
today, dear, you knew, didn't you, that
even if 1 didn't find it out, even if
your teacher didn't send a note home
to me, your conscience disapproved of
your actions? Your conscience was
sorry that you weren't trustworthy.”
“Teacher wouldn't have sent a note
home, because they haven't got us
fixed in our own rooms yet, and they
don’t know where we belong.” son ob-
| jected.
“Bat never mind what your teacher
does, son. Think of your own better
i nature, to which you have done an in-
justice.”
Son made no comment.
| aged, his mother proceeded.
“You knew it was wrong, too, to
take Mary's doughnuts, didn’t you?
And you are sorry, aren't you, that
you offended your Aunt Alice?”
Still no comment.
“Son, are you listening? Son!"
He turned toward her. Huh?" he
asked. Then his eyes were again di-
Encour-
rected out of the window. She fol
lowed his gaze, and saw behind the
lilac bushes, where they felt that they
were free from public eyes, Mary and
her husband-to-be bidding each other
a tender farewell
er's eyes taking In the scene.
“Say!” he remarked.
know about that!” He nodded his
head sagely. “I've seen them doing
that ‘most every day, but I never told,
for | wanted something to hold over
her, when she started to tell on me.
Going to fire her?”
Mrs. Briggs exclaimed gently that
Son saw his moth-
“What do you
Tn QIVE Em GOOD SEND-OFF
Camp Cock Teoted Funeral March to
Call Men to Diet of
Wormy Pile.
“Hank” Peters, a veterun fife major
of the Civil war, has been cook in
a lumber camp for a score of years.
The old soldier has an {irrepressible
, sense of humor, and still preserves
' the shrill fife which he used in many
it was perfectly proper for Mary to
kiss her future husband. Then she
drew the shade, that no further inter-
ference from outside should prolong
their conference.
“Now, son,” she began again, as she
drew him firmly toward her, “mother
wants you to say that you are very
sorry and to promise her—"
“Aw, son ain't my name,” broke in
the boy, crossly. “An’ you ain't
‘mother'—you're ma. An’ you're talk-
in’ like the teacher does, ‘cause she
dasn't lick us. What's the matter?”
“George.” called Mrs. Briggs to her
battles.
A shipment of “grub” was received
at the lumber camp not long ago, ‘n
which was a box of coarse raisins.
| When the cover was removed “Hank”
. discovered that the dried fruit was
i filled with worms and shoved the box
| aside to await orders for its condem-
nation from the “woods boss.” When
the gruff old Scotchman arrived, how-
ever, he received the suggestion with
indignation.
“Dump those raisins in the lake?"
he roared.
! kind. Bake some pies, ye lazy rascal,
husband, whose steps she heard de-
scending the stairs. “Come here and
deal with this impudent young one.
He needs a good whipping, If ever any
boy did!" As her husband entered the
i room the added, to insure good meas
ure. "He's ruined your fishing tackle
—you'd better use your slipper on
him.”
A Good Demonstrator,
The car had wheezed slowly along,
until finally Jobleigh grew impatient.
“Look here, my good man,” he said
to the demonstrator, “I don't want an
old snail of a car like this. I want
porac speed.”
car like this,” said the demonstrator.
“Economy? retorted Jobleigh.
“Where does the economy come in?
It costs just as much as run as any
other car, doesn't it?”
“Yes,” replied the demonstrator,
“hut think of what you'll save on
finag."--Harper's Weekly.
The story of Tantalus mocked by the
food he could not touch, the fountain he
could not taste, is the story of every dys-
Pepi Life to him must be an endless
ceaseless mortification of the flesh.
a can be cured. It is being cur-
every Jay by the use of Dr. Pierce's
Golden M 1 Discovery. Cases of the
most complicated character and of long
standing have yielded to this medicine,
when every means had been tried
in vain. “Golden Medical Discovery”
cures 98 per cent. of all those who give
it a fair and faithful trial.
I'm thinkin’ that'll keel the worms,
an’ as for the boys, they're worm-
proof!”
Without a word “Hank” baked the
pies. As the “cocokee” was about to
take the long horn from szbove the
door and announce the evening meal,
the old cook stopped him and reached
for his fife.
“I'll call the boys this evening,” he
said.
From the doorway the astonished
. lumberjacks heard the old fife drone
the slow bars of a civil war funeral
march. As he turned to re-enter the
“Ye'll do nawthin’' o' the
shanty “Hank” remarked to his as-.
sistants:
“If the boys have to eat that pie,
it's a good send-off we'll be giving
| them!” :
“But just think of the economy’of a |
More Appropriate.
Representative Henry,
the international marriage, said at a
dinner in Waco:
“What kind of men are these dukes
and earls, anyway, that they can frank-
condemning
f
ly admit marrying heiresses for their |
money?
“I heard a story the other day, a
story about an heiress who said to her
titled fiance:
“‘My dear, I'm rather a new wom-
an, you know, so do you mind asking
the bishop to omit the word ‘obey’ in
our wedding ceremony?’
“Lord Lucian stroked his mustache,
smiled synically, and answered:
“No, I don't mind, my love. I'll
just tell the old boy to make it ‘love,
honor and supply.’”
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