The Territorial Topic. (Norman, Okla. Terr.), Vol. 8, No. 14, Ed. 1 Friday, November 6, 1896 Page: 3 of 8
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THE WEASEL ANt)
The tales found in Uabbluleal litera-
ture are all illustrative of some re-
ligious idea, mill are prefaced by sonic
general proposition expressive of this
principle. What follows is typical:
"The liigli esteem in which the faith-
ful are held by God may be learned
from an adventure with a weasel at
a well/' Then we find the story. V
beautiful maiden of noble birth was
sent to a distant town to perform a
mission for her father. The road led
Tint the Youiik Man t'nme \ot
through an uninhabited district and
made her solitary progress all the more
loni'ly. Nervous and tired she was
tortured by extreme thirst, when, lo.
behold, a well was found by the road
side. Looking down into il she saw
tiie refreshing water so cool and dark,
but there was no bucket or cup at
hand. On closer inspection she found
the steps cut in the side of the well
by those who had digged it, and al-
most desperate by this time, she hast-
ened to lower herself step by step
until at last she could drink her rill.
Now that her thirst was quenched
she lost the energy with which her
extreme need had nerved hand and
foot and dared not attempt to climb
out again. All that she could do was
10 cling frantically to a jutting rock
and shriek for help. Then between
weeping ami wailing, as she glanced
upward she saw the face of a hand-
* >me young man who regard d her with
a look 'twixt admiration and fear, lie
had ben passing by and, hearing the
ound of her lamentations, had sought
tiie cause, but now he feared that this
was but tiie device of some demon, for
the well was very deep and tiie maiden
••\trorncly beautiful. Finally he made
her swear that she was indeed a hum 111
bollix, .•iiul \vl ' n m'im h: d rel.-ited the
.•auso («t her dilemma, the young man
said that he would help her out on
condition that she marry him. Forced
to consent, and not altogether unwil-
lingly. the maid was soon rescued from
her perilous situation and stood by the
side of her rescuer. The youth was
so deeply moved by her comeliness
as revealed in the full glare of the
snn that lie insisted that she should
go with him to be married at once.
The maiden replied to his entreaties
by asking: "To what nation do yeu
He rejoined: "1 am an Israelite, of
lleved from any further importunity.
The young man. however, acted quite
differently. He had hardly reached
home before, in the rush of business,
he forgot both his sweetheart and his
oath, and before very long he married
Home other woman. Avenging faie did
not long permit this utter faithlessness
to go unpunished. The first child of
this marriage, a strong, handsome Imy,
was found slain by a weasel when only
three months old. A second son en-
joyed life but a little longer, when he
met an untimely death by being drown-
ed in a well.
The unhappy mother, saddened by
the untoward death of her beloved chil-
dren sought in vain for any of her
own sins that might have brought down
a curse upon her head. At last she
begged her husband to tell her the
story of all his career previous to their
marriage. Conscience-stricken, the af-
flicted husband could not withstand her
searching questions and finally revealed
the whole secret of his broken vows.
To her vhis accounted for all of their
misfortunes, which now appeared to be
only a Just punishment for his unfaith-
fulness. She Immediately sought a di-
vorce from him, begging him as soon
as lie was released, to seek his former
love and by the fuililling of his vows
propitiate angry fate.
The repentant man gladly agreed to
do as she wished and hastened to the
town in which the faithful maiden
lived. Once there, lie inquired on ev-
ery hand, and was told of her stead-
fastness and great atliiction. He lost
no time in seeking her parents, to
whom he related all his misfortunes,
vowing to repair his former wrong at
any cost. He then repeated these as-
surances in tin* presence of witnesses,
to convince the grieving parents of
his desire to atone for the evil done to
them and their daughter, and was at
last brought to the beloved and loving
maiden. The youth was no longer
such, for time and trouble had altered
him not a little—and the true-hearted
maiden did not at first recognize him.
Thinking that he was some new suitor
she once more pretended to be seized
with epilepsy. Soon the scene changed,
as the pleading lover recalled the troth
plighted in the winderness with the
well as witnesses. No room was left
for doubt as to his identity. Here, at
last, was her rescuer and lover! Mu-
tual explanations and confessions fol-
lowed. and all of the sad experiences
of those years were told to loving ear^
The maiden and the youth, no longer
young in years, but rejuvenated by
love's happiness, were speedily mar-
ried. Blessed by a happy family and
ever increasing pr isperity they found
full compensation for all of the sor-
rows which they had endured, and that
sweetest of love rewards, true anil un-
changing love!—Philadelphia Inquirer.
Streaky butter is a great annoyance
to all buttermakers and the cause of
it is not always clear. Many claim that
it comes from an unequal working in
of the salt, others that it is from churn-
ing at too high a temperature. In our
experience both of these have some-
thing to do with it. but by far the
most common cause is churning at too
high a temperature and then over-
working in order to get out the butter-
milk. If the cream is churned at as
tow \ Temperature as possible, the
buttermilk washed out, not worked out,
and the salt worked in just enough
to incorporate it with the butter the
chances of having streaky butter are
i • llluelier'fi Pipe.
' Lord Sheffield has lately added an-
other interesting relic to the hetero-
geneous collection of curiosities which
ornament the walls of his erick 1 pavil-
ion at Sheffield Park. During his re-
cent visit to Belgium he purchased the
richly ornamented pipe Bluchcr car-
ricil with him during the Waterloo
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Mere :it nut Wnn ller lteMClier urn! I.o
the priestly family born in the town of j
A ." (
"I, too, am of that family," said she,
"and it would certainly be unbecoming
in us to do ought contrary to the cus- ,
tonis of our faith. Visit me at my j
own home and nothing shall prevent
A weasel passed by at the moment
of their troth plight, and the weasel
and the well were agreed upon as wit ;
nesses of their mutual obligations.
Some months passed, but the young
man came not to fulfill his promise \
and claim his bride. Still the maiden
remained true to him, firmly refusing |
every proposal for her hand. Her j
friends and relatives tried to persuade i
her that her 'over would never come, !
and at last her parents attempted to
compel her to accept some one of her
suitors. To defend herself she prt
J tended to be seized with an epileptic .
lit, whenever the subject of her mar
t'riage was approached, tearing her own i
m*lothing anil that of any bystanders '
tlivho came too near to her. This oc-
be'irred so often that the report of her j
slgjalady spread and she was soon re j
campaign. When the gallant Prussian
was unhorsed and ridden over by the
French cavalry at Llguy his pipe fell
from his pocket, but was subsequently
discovered by a faithful follower, who
offered to restore it to its owner. So
pleased was Bluclier at his comrade's
honesty that he made him a present of
the pipe, which has now found its way
into Lord Sheffield's possession. —
Westminster < iazette.
\ot for III ill
He—Rut, of course, you will forget
She—Non. ense. I shall think of you
when you are gone.
He—Oh. shall you?
She—Yes; therefore, the l umer you
are gone, the longer I shall think of
you. Won't that be ni/eV Boston
The tiny Doctor
"Who Is that senllpinuu over ihcre?"
"Dr. Graven. :i chanuiii',' follow, lie
takes life easy."
"The life of others?" I'Ultistre do
LIKE TO PLAY TOOL.
FAIR WOMEN WHO HAVE MADE
31 in. Cleveland t'ned to lie ho Kxpert
Mr*. Fred tlehliiirt Who Noted f« r
Her Skillful l'litying Mrs. CJeorjfe
Ciould'H Gitme. O
F there Is anything
a New York wom-
an prides herself on
it is her pool and
says the New York
knows that nothing
requires such, deli-
eate touch, and at
fiN- nothing else, not
even golf, can she
assume such graceful poses.
Whether she is playing after dinner
In full evening costume, or in flowing
house gown, she shows off to ad-
vantage. Nothing reveals the white-
ness of her tiny hands as much as the
dark-green cloth on which she rests it,
and at no time is the roundness and
firmness of her pretty wrist so clev-
erly displayed as when she swings her
cue to and fro with easy grace.
When she makes upper right hand
shots and scorns the use of the bridge
there is an opportunity to spring upon
the table with the lightness of a fairy
and to assume a position that is de-
lightfully bizarre, when one catches a
glimpse of high-heeled little slippers,
which lose themselves in her flounces
as she flutters gracefully to the floor
In most of the southern watering
resorts the billiard rooms are given up
almost entirely to the fair sex, who
leave the ball room and moonlit bal-
conies for the pleasure of wielding a
Not even in the dance is there such
an opportunity for uninterrupted tete-
a-tete as when a pretty girl, waiting
for her turn, retiies a few paces from
the table, leans on her cue and is fol-
lowed by her last admirer.
White Sulphur Springs has known
some very brilliant billiard ami pool
players. Mrs. Fred Gebhart, who, as
Miss Morris, was a great belle there,
was noted for her skilful playing, as
was the Richmond beauty, Miss May
Mrs. Cleveland played a great deal
during her husband's first administra-
tion and, much to her delight, beat one
evening a man who is considered the
best player in the navy. She scorned
to agree to the suggestion that her vic-
tory was due to the gallantry of the
officer. Lately Mrs. Cleveland has
been too busy playing jackstraws and
building houses of blocks to indulge
in her old amusement and has given
Mrs. John Jacob Astor enters gayly
into all the sports her husband likes,
and often challenges him to a game of
billiards. She has never succeeded in
beating him, but she declares proudly
she has come nearer to it than any
Mrs. George Gould has a billiard ta-
ble in her country and town houses.
Bhe spends an hour most enjoyably,
which she can find disengaged, at her
jilliard table. The corners and squares
which cover the side pockets are often
^aken out and a pool table is revealed.
Mrs. Gould prides herself on a very
fine shot she makes for the side pock-
et. The ball is in the middle of the
table, opposite the pocket. The cue
ball is at the end of the table. By a
very delicate shot the cue ball glances
past the ball and sends it home with
suflivent force to take itself out of the
Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt plays pool
very well, which she prefers to bil-
liards. Mrs. Harry Payne Whitney
plays an excellent game, being taught
by Mr. Whitney when she was a little
girl. Mrs. Hugh Almeric Paget scorns
to accept points from any player, no
matter how proficient. She makes a
very successful play and adds greatly
to her score by taking two balls around
the table, just hitting them with
enough force to move them and be
able to count. This requires a very
light yet firm shot.
Mists Gerry, daughter of former Com-
modore Elbridge T. Gerry, is consid-
ered one of the best players in the
Mrs. Ameiie Rives Chanler is an-
other woman who has made a record
at White Sulphur. In her Paris house
her billiard room is most attractive.
The panels of the doors and even the
walls are covered with sketches dashed
off by herself or some of the clever
people who visit her, all of the sub-
jects being billiard-room scenes.
Mrs. Elizabeth Custer, the widow of
Gen. Custer, learned to play in the far
west, where social pleasures were very
few. Mrs. Custer says, next to lead-
ing, it Is the most fascinating recrea-
A leader of the hunting set said re-
cently: "When I hear a woman plays
a fine game of pool or billiards I know
she Is a good companion. She inay
play golf because the exercise is good
for her; she may row because she
wants to develop her arms; she may
hunt because other women do. but she
plays billiards for none of these rea-
sons but because she likes to.
"Now, If I ever marry always the
unexpected, you know—the girl will
be one who loves sport. Not that I
want her to be unwomanly, you know,
but a companion.
"I would lose my mind if I were like
some of the dolls one meets in society;
a little creature who would faint if I
ejaculated with some emphasis that
the soup was cold, or if she were dis-
posed to hold family prayers if I de-
clared the butler an idiot and hap-
pened to specify the kind of idiot.
"Of ronrse an afTected woman can
be an awful nuisance at a billiard ta-
ble, as the young woman who insists
on one placing and holding her hands
while she makes a shot, and who re-
fuses to rely on her own judgment in
a single play.
"But the girl who makes a fellow feel
that he cannot go to sleep over a game,
and who enjoys it herself, is the girl
The Time of Roses.
Oftenr Wilde in Frltton.
Concerning Oscar Wilde's life in
prison the forthcoming Bookman will
"So many conflicting accounts of the
prison life of Oscar Wilde and of his
condition have been published, that
we feel bound to set forth a statement
of the actual facts, our informant be-
ing an English official, whose position
has made him personally cognizant of
them. From this source we learn that
Mr. Wilde's physical state is very dis-
tressing. He is unable to assimilate
food; and an enteric disorder which
has become chronic has reduced him
to a condition of great weakness. He
is governed by the silent system, and
this is rigidly enforced, so much so
that he has several times been pun-
ished for half involuntarily turning
his head in chapel to get a glimpse of
the person seated beside him. We were
inquisitive enough to ask the nature
of his punishment on these occasions,
and were told that It consisted of hav-
ing his "rug" taken from him. The
rug in question is a strip of rag car-
pet, which serves as a substitute for
a mattress, being spread upon the sur-
face of a deal door, which is his only
bed; so that, wluyi under punishment,
he sleeps upon the bare planks. The
gentleman who made these statements
is persuaded that Wilde will lose either
his life or his reason as the result of
his punishment; but he probably un-
der-rates the extent of human endur-
ance. The sentence, under the English
system of commutation, has only six
months more to run, and it is general-
ly understood that at its expiration
Mrs. Wilde will rejoin her husband."—
New York Journal.
The IitgeniotiH Akhoond.
Much inquiry has convinced me that
hypnotism or mesmerism cum trickery
is largely practiced among the Afghans
and is a great source of power among
the priesthood. The people being en-
tirely ignorant and very superstitious
lend themselves very readily to sug-
gestion, and have unbounded powers
of faith. In connection with this, a
certain very cynical and skeptical Per-
sian mirza (scribe), who was at one
time employed by the Indian foreign
office to obtain information about the
famous Akhoond of Swat, Abdul Gaf-
foor, and lived for a considerable time
at his shrine, tells me a curious story.
He savs that Akhoond was a past mas-
ter inl hypnotism and mesmerism,
which Vf l'e the backbone of his power,
and that there were no limits to the
delusions with which he would impress
the ignorant tribesmen who visited
him. The mirza informs me that the
Akhoond used to rub the wooden walls
of his house in places with camphor,
musk and such like spices, before an
interview with a religious inquirer;
and then by putting a closed cashmee-
ree brazier of hot coals within a hid-
den recess under the wall, he used to
claim the odor gradually worked out
of the wail by the heat as a manifes-
tation of the Ruh-ui-Khuddas (the
Holy Ghatst)—the odor of sanctity due
to his very potent prayer! The way for
hypnotism, suggestion, etc., being thus
generally paved, faith did the rest.—
What Animals Shy At.
Young horses can be led up to a
sack lying on the ground and induced
to pass it by letting them smell it
and find out that it really is a sack and
not the Protean thing, whatever it may
be, which illusion conjures up for
them. Once the writer saw a very
quick and pretty instance of experi-
ment by touch made by a frightened
pony. It was being driven as leader
in a pony tandem and stopped short in
front of jvhere the rails of a steam
tramway crossed the road. It first
smelled the near rail and then quickly
gave it two taps with its hoof. After
this it was satisfied and crossed th$
line. On the other hand, a donkey al-
ways tried to jump the shadows ol
tree trunks on the road, though a sim-
ilar experiment of touch would have
shown that these were as unreal as Hi?
tram rail was substantial. Lastly, no
horse which has once knocked its head
against the top of a stable doorway
seems quite able to get rid of the il-
lusion that there sits up in the top ol
all doorways an invisible something
which will hit him again next time he
goes through; hence the troublesome
and sometimes incurable habit ol
horses "jibbing" when taken out o
the stable.—London Spectator.
Il;trd to Ki'ali/c.
"Did yez see mc in the 'prade?" saiij
Mr. Dolan to his wife.
"Wasn't 01 a foine sight, thin?"
"Yez wor, indade. Oi had ty loolj
twoice ty re'llze that the mon thai j
stepped along so loively an' aisy bj
the music wor mo own husband that j
warn't able ty walk aroun' the cornej |
ty the grocery lasht noight because at
the rheumatism." Washington Star.
Klie Wiih Not Made I p.
Lord Noteham—Just go and inquire
if her ladyship is nearly ready to drive
out. John Thomas Yes, my lord.
(An interval elapses.) Lord Noteham
—Well? John Thomas—Tiie lady'*
maid informs me, my lord, that hei
ladyship is not quit ready. Part ol
her has been accidentally mislaid.—
"Why have you so persistently avoid-
ed me ever since—since—well, since
Lady Barkston's garden party ?" I in-
quired of Miss Windraui. as soon as I
succeeded in elbowing my way through
the ilead wall of Mrs. Bennett \\ yse s
guists, who stood between us. 1 he re-
sult of a brief calculation, entered on
the next morning, was to convince me
that during the six minutes it took me
playing the part of a pick, in order to
leach Miss Wimlrani. I made as many
enemies as 1 had made during tiie
thirty years of my life preceding Mrs.
Bci.nett W.vse's "At Home."
"Have I avoided you. Mr. (Slyn: she
askeil, opening her eyes veiv wide and
(but this was doubtful) very innocently.
"The question Is not If you have done
It, but why you have done it," I said
with seme measure of severity.
"Suppose 1 deny that that is the ques- J
tion?" she suggested, quite pleasantly,
though without quite such a show of in-
nocence as had been associated with
her previous inquiry, it is quite possi-
ble to speak pleasantly without any
particular exuberance of innocence.
"Suppose you deny it V Well, in that
case you will have have denied it." )
said i. "But it so happens that you I
will not deny it, Miss Windram."
"I am not so sure of that. If any one J
would make it worth my while 1
"No one will make it worth your
while. There is nothing left for you j
but to speak the truth!"
"Great heavens! It is coiue to that?" j
"Why have you avoided me? We
were good friends up to that day 1
have put a blue mark opposite that day j
in my diary."
"Yes, we were good friends; good
friends are those who have a sound
quarrel every time they meet, 1 sup- j
"Precisely; friends whose friendship
Is strong enough to survive a quarrel.
"Did we quarrel that way?"
"We certainly did not. Where would
society be if a man and a young woman
quarreled because, when he asked
"Is there any need for you to tell
every one in this stilling room what
one problematically foolish young man
asked a certainly idiotic young
1 felt that there was something in
her question. I had, however, been
speaking louder than usual; It only
seemed so because of a sudden mo-
mentary diminution in the volume of
sound proceeding from the 2(H) guests
of Mrs. Bennett Wyso who had all
been speaking at the same moment. 1
tried to explain this to her; and then
she asked me what I thought of the
Signora Duse as an interpreter of emo-
tion as compared with Mine. Sarah
Bernhardt, and if 1 held that an actress
who was an admirable exponent of the
strongest emotions might be depended
on to interpret the most ponderful pas-
"It is a nice question," 1 felt bound
to say. "Let us clear out from this
rock and! I think I'll be able to tell you
all that I know regarding the higher
emotions. These people are not to be
depended on; one minute they are talk-
ing fortissimo, the next they are pianis-
"Would you have them rehearsed,
"Weil, a good deal might be done by
judicious stage management."
"And a conductor with an ivory
baton? There is something in that. I
admit. Your idea is that they shall be-
come forte when you are speaking, so
as to afford a background for your wis-
"Wisdom? What man. with the least
pretense to wisdom, would come into
a crowd like this for the sake of talk-
ing to a girl who has persistently avoid-
ed liini for the past year and a month?"
"What man, indeed?"
"And tills brings us back to the orig-
inal question. Why have you so per-
sistently avoided me?"
I could see that she was a trifle put
out by my persistence in returning to
the topic which had originated with
EDO. She had apparently found some
imperfection in the feather tips of her
fan, and thought that it would be tin
wise to neglect the opportunity of pull
lng off all the uneven fluffs. Some of
them settled on my waistcoat, where
1 allowed them to remain undisturbed;
a few made a bee line for the cav-
ernous nostril of our neighbor. (Sen.
Firebrace. and he sneezed with consid- i
enable force of character.
"Well, you see. so many things have
happened since May the third last year, j
Mr. Glyn," said Miss Windram, when
she had satisfied herself by the repeat-
ed opening and closing of her fan that
she had remedied the def<vt in its con- j
"What things- in addition to your
avoidance of me?" I asked.
"Well, you have published a book, to |
begin with. Isn't that something?" she i
"If we avoid all the people who have !
published a book our circle of acquaint- |
ances would become appreciably nar-
row. Miss Windram. Anything else?"
"Hasn't it gone into six editions?"
she cried, In a tone of accusation.
"I don't deserve the blame for that,"
said 1 iu a way that was meant to show
her I felt the injustice of her accusa-
tion. "Blame the public, if you wish.
The public: are invariably idiotic, the
editor of the Universe announced in
connection with that book of mine. He
was right, though the fact that the pub-
lic steadily refuse to buy the Universe
points in the other direction."
"Oh. it is all very well to try and
throw the blame on the public." said
Miss Windmill, with a shrug, "but is
that quite generous of you, Mr. Glyn?"
"Perhaps it isn't. Was it on account
of the book you avoided me so careful-
"Oh. there were other things. The
Geographical society gave you a gold
medal, didn't it?"
"They were ri xlit there. They could
not get out of it."
"I daresay. That may all be very
well; but people1 who get gold medals
conferred oil tliei can't expect to be
treated as ordinary people."
"I suppose you are right. But do
they want to be treated as ordinary
"That's quite a side issue. I decline
to discuss it "
"And that's all?"
"All? All? Heavens, what do you
"Sense- that is. a moderate amount
of senile; reason that is, a modicum of
reason: frankness- that W. a soupeon
♦>f frankness. Supper? Oh, let them
go to—to supper!"
And she let them.
We were left practically alone.
"Are you engaged to any man for
supper?" 1 asked of Miss Windram.
"Yes." she replied. I believed that I
detected a mournful tone. If 1 had
not detectfd that note 1 would have
left her side.
1 did not leave her side.
"And 1 am engaged to some woman.
Lot us go to some place together," said
The reasonableness of the suggestion
—that is. the modicum of reasonable-
ness -seemed to strike her.
We reached one of the conservatories
without having to tell a single lie; but
that was probably because we met no
one enroute; every one was at supper.
1 steered her to a seat under a palm.
The light was very dim. A fountain
Hashed under the electric lamp in the
"Tell me all," I said.
That was how I began. I saw that
she was very pale; and I had felt her
band tremble as it rested on my arm
a minute before. 1 perceived that she
fancied I had led her hither to tell her
something and 1 was anxious to reas-
sure her. it was I who wanted to b«j
"AH?" said she.
"All," said I
"It was mamma," she said, quite
"I guessed as much. And that is
"Isn't it enough? You are a man.
You know lu r."
"She is out of my dearest friends-*
"Now. 1 said now. But a year
"And a month."
"Anil a month. If you hnndn'i re-
membered the exact date, I should
probably be at supper now. A year
and a month ago she was my one ene-
my. She knew that I loved you yes,
a year and a month ago 1 loved you in
a sort of way not the way 1 do now;
and she knew that you loved me in u
sort of way. She commanded you to
keep me at a distance. Your mother is
not a genius, but oil occasions site can
be quite as disagreeable as though she
were. She prefers, however, being dis-
agreeable by deputy. You were her
deputy, a year ago—and a month."
Miss Windmill got tip from beside
me and took a few steps to the side of
the conservatory, up which a splendid,
rose was clambering. She had her
eyes tixeil on a spray. It would have
been out of reach of most girls, but
she was very tall, and she managed to
break it off the parent stem.
The light shone upon the white flesh
of her arms. Surely, no living woman
iiad such lovely arms!
She returned to her seat.
"Well?" she said.
"Then my poor r;icle "
"Poor?" She gave a laugh.
"My poor rich uncle died, leaving
his money to me, and your mother told
you that you were to draw tie on. 1
could swear that those were her exact
words. Hid you pluck those roses only
to tear olT their petals?"
One rose lay wrecked at her feet.
The other dropped from her hand and
lay complete among the crimson flakes.
She put her hand before her eyes.
"But, instead of drawing me on, you
persistently avoided nit1, and, in fact,
did everything in your power to make
me believe that you were sincere when
you told me. at the command of your
mother, that you had never heard any-
thing more ridiculous than my sugges-
tion that we should love each other;
and that you hoped that I would not
think it necessary to repent anything
so absurd. You have failed in your
aim. Rosamund; you <1 id not make me
believe in your sincerity. Was I
1 am certain she gave a sob; but she
did not take her hands down from hei
"Look at your feet!" I said suddenly.
She was startled, and I glanced down
quickly. (Her gloves, I perceived, were
ruined.) "Look at your feet. Which
Is to be my future—our future—Rosa-
mund? Which? The wrecked rose oi
She picked up the complete rose and
handed it to me.
1 kissed it, and then fastened it as
well as 1 could iu the front of her
Then a man came ti)) and said that
we would do well to hurry into tin?
supper room if we wanted a bite of
anything. Black and White.
A I'rolKa ti le tilioat
We both admire and respect the Ms-
sex rector, who, having discovered a
"miraculous face" in his chancel win*
dow, is determined to make the best
of it. The explanation, as ho frankly
tells us, is quite simple. Some years
ago he had the window st rippled over
with transparent paint to soften the
glare of the sun, and that paint is now
flaking off, thus revealing the faces be-
low. But if the faces themselves are
not miraculous, the "flaking off" of the
paint at this particular moment is, ho
maintains, obviously providential:
"As many visitors have been flocking
to see the so-called miracle, ^ am now
utilizing it toward helping to pay off
some heavy debts on the cliureh and
schools of this poor agricultural parish;
and if the result follows I shall look
upon the pictures as a gift from God
and thankfully receive any help to-
ward the above objects."
This is indeed putting the miracle
on a sound business-like footing. We
only wish other exploiters of miracles
were equally frank. Westminster llo
The new woman has a candy box
this fall designed for her own particu-
lar self, for though possibly it is not
known to the vulgar throng, yet she
does stoop to the frivolity of eating
candy at times.
The unfortunate young man these
days, or fortunate according as opin-
ions differ, is not only expected to semi
the girl of his heart candy, but flowers
nt the same time. And if lie under-
stands the latest rules of society ho
will send her bonbons in a box liaml-
painted with flowers and then order
from the florist's real flowers to match
the painted blossoms.
For example, with a box of pale
green in color which is scattered with
pink roses, a big bunch of pink rosv
buds shoulu be sent.
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