The Fairview Republican. (Fairview, Okla.), Vol. 4, No. 37, Ed. 1 Friday, June 10, 1904 Page: 3 of 8
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Shedding of Tears May Be Made Re-
freshing to the Skin as Well
as the Feelings.
rERTAIN ROYALLY.
Crs. Manning Proposes to Promote
Quite a Number of World’s
Fair Functions.
Mrs. Daniel Manniug, president of the
board of lady managers of the world's
(air, will naturally be one of the most
tonsplcuous figures in St. Loute society
this summer.
While withholding her social plans for
the present, it is known that Mrs. Man-
ning will promote some of the smartest
(unctions to mark the period of the
jreat exposition.
The home of Thomas H. West. Jr., at
No. 4930 Berlin avenue, which is Mrs.
MRS. DANIEL MANNING.
lanning’s temporary residence, is ade-
luate for large receptions, and it Is there
irobably that Mrs. Manning will enter-
ain the notable persons who are to be
*er guests during the world’s fair.
Mrs. Manning will wear some elabor-
ate gowns during her reign as the hostesB
»f world’s fair society. These dresses
vere made especially for the exposition
reason and represent the greatest crea-
dons of New York and Paris modistes.
Mrs. Manning is considered a digni-
led figure in St. Louis society, being a
woman of rare accomplishments and of
Much experience in the realms of New
fork and Washington society.
The Happiest Age of Woman.
When a girl is 18 she thinks the
best time of a woman's life must cer-
tainly be from 18 to 22. When she has
passed her twenty-second year, she is
lecidedly of the opinion that from
then until the age of 28 really marks
•he limits of the best time, and when
id comep on the scene she is ready
,o give way to all those who believe
» woman to be then at the zenith of
aer life. It is generally maintained
.hat after 25 the average woman be-
{ins to attain her physical and mental
perfection, and that for some eight or
:en years after this she still retains
aer charms undiminished. After this
•Ime, of course, it depends entirely
apon he woman whether she chooses
to advertise her years, or by her
’.harming personality and clever dress-
ng conceal all ravages of time.—Phil-
adelphia Ledger.
“A real good cry,” said the facial art-
ist. “ought to be as refreshing to the
face as it is soothing'to the feelings.
And it would be, if women just under-
stood how to manage It. In the first
place they should not try to repress their
tears. This is a nervous strain, and nerv-
ous strains are productive of wrinkles
and that ‘weary look’ which adds years
to a woman’s age.”
“Then crying and sniveling are going
to rejuvenate us, madame,” exclaimed
the customer in astonishment as she
turned the other cheek.
"Crying, yes; sniveling and moping,
no,” replied madame, proceeding with
the patting and pinching, which was cal-
culated to restore the lost roses of
youth. “When, from any cause, the
tear-ducts fill, the tears should be al-
lowed to flow gently and unrestrainedly
over the face, and fall into a handker-
chief held beneath the chin to receive
them. No attempt should be made to
stop them half-way down, or to mop
them up as they leave the eyes. And,
above all, they shotild never be side-
tracked at the nose. The wiping and
rubbing that results In swollen eyelids
and red noses is not only unnecessary,
but as positively injurious to the. com-
plexion as tlie other method is bene-
ficial.
“Well, then, there seems to be good in
everything, after all,” mused madame’s
patron, studying a small mole just in
front of her ear and hoping to find some
hidden benefit In iu presence. "Next
time anything happens to harrow up my
feelings I’ll just welcome it as an im-
mense saving in complexion cream.”
“You’ll find it so if you know the
right way to cry," returned madame.
“You mustn’t keep pumping up new
tears by reminding yourself of all the
mean things that made you cry in the
first. After the first tears have started
just lie back and think over soothing
things, all that is in your life, that
makes it full of sunshine and brightens
in spite of the. present clouds. Don’t
work yourself up into a spasm of sob-
bing and shaking by being too sorry for
yorself. Just get out your little ’hanky,’
put it where I told you and let the re-
freshing shower come, gently and stead-
ily as the spring rains fall. Roses will
bloom in your cheeks and lips after it
instead of on your nose, and If there are
violets in your eyes they will come
out brighter and fresher than ever.
Well, I declare, I am growing quite
poetical, and that’s not my business at
all," concluded madame, gathering up
the paraphernalia of the beautifying
art. “In fact, it’s poor policy, for unwise
weeping makes all the facial blemishes
that make good for me, but once In
awhile I like to speak out in meetln’
John’s Mother
By
Julia Truitt Bishop
---------------jeeti
even if I do give away trade secrets.”
Boston Globe.
Milk Better Than Starch.
After washing lace ties, etc., rinse
them in milk Instead of starching them.
Let the lace dry, then damp and iron and
you will find it looking quite new again.
Good Recipe for Hard Soap.
Here is a reliable recipe for making
hard soap: Five and a half pounds
clean grease. One can of lye (tqn-cent
can), dissolved in three pints of water.
Put the lye in the water and let it
cool; melt the grease, and when cool
enough to bear the hand stir It inio
the dissolved lye and stir until it be-
gins to get thick; pour into paper
boxes and let all stand until hard
enough to cut into squares, which will
be in about half an hour.
How to Have Good Roasts.
To roast meat well it is necessary lo
have the joint frequently basted with
melted fat, or the coagulated surface
will allow the juices to escape and u
tasteless joint will be sent to table.
The Newest Shapes in Hand Bags
A TOWADAYS a bag of some de-
I. > scrlption—either of leather, silk.
beads or the like—is supposed to
form a part of every woman’s street
ir carriage costume; and this season
seems to have brought forth a more
varied and beautiful array of bags
[titan ever.
| On account of its durability leather
Is in the long >-un the most satisfac-
tory material. Among the newest bags
shown are those illustrated herewith.
The carriage, or hand bag of tan Eng-
lish pigskin (Fig. 1), may be had also
In seal, alligator, levant and lizard--
in any color to suit, the costume. Al-
though but eight inches long by five
wide, it Is fitted out in a complete
manner with large and small compart-
ments. Besides the usual pockets for
'ards, bills, etc., provision la made for
»n indexed memorandum book, a tin’
’.aso containing mirror and powder
t’uff, a small purse. The bag, which
(astens neatly wllh a narrow strap, Is
carried by a silver chain and ring. A
smaller bag, made after this design,
varies only In the number of compart-
ments.
The "Peggy from Paris" bag (Fig
2), which comes In different colors of
seal, gains instant approbation be-
cause of its neatness and commodious-
ness. It is only six Inches deep and
a trifle more than ten,inches at its
longest point, yet Its capacity Is quite
remarkable. The fullness—which
makes possible much crowding—is put
into the frame, front and back, in a
double h ’x plait, at each side of which
are three single plaits. Heavy moire
silk Is used for lining the bag which
is completed by two nnrrow strap han-
dles and a Jeweled clasp.
More of a novelty Is (he seal bag
(Fig. .’1), with silver Inlay for the han-
dle piece. This has four compartments
beside the central pocketbook. and at
the same time Is thin enough to be
easily slipped in the front of one s coat-
(Copyright. IW4, by Dally Story Pub. Co.)
IOHN brought the subject up again
g) on the train, as he and Ellle were
returning from their jrief wedding
journey. His brow grew quite wrinkled
as he mentioned it.
“I don’t know much about women
anyhow, Kllie,” he admitted; “and you
know mother's always been the head
of the house, and your grandmother's
always been the head of your house—
and how they’re going to manage it—
all of us living together—is more than
I can tell.”
"I wish I could have seen your
mother and made her love me a little
before we were married,” sighed Ellie.
which was the nearest she had come -o
acknowledging that there were difficul-
ties in the way. But she had acknowl-
edged it to herself with some faintness
of heart, if John had but known it. She
was going to a house where she ough*.
really to be the housekeeper and home-
keeper. and she knew that John’s
mother was already jealous of John's
wife. She must take with her into that
house the white-haired grandmother
who had raised her from Infancy, and
was always busy, counting nothing too
hard for her active old hands. And she
herself was very -young, and she must
manage all these difficulties herseif
and not burden John with them. No
wonder that she looked a little
thoughtful, even while she was smiling
at John and assuring him that they
would manage somehow.
Their journey took them post her old
home, where her grandmother was
ready to join them. Old Mrs. Vedder
was filled with forebodings, and whis-
pered to Ellle brokenly;
“I’m so afraid she’ll think I’m in the
way! I don’t want to be in anybody's
way, Ellie.”
"That’s all right—don't you worry,
grandma," said Ellie, holding one of
the withered hands in both hers.
But Eille'8 heart sank n ote and more
at sight of the tall, stiff woman who
was at the end of the journey, who
gave them a formal greeting, allowing
Ellie to kiss her cheek, and extending
a cold hand to old Mrs. Vedder. If it
had not been for John’s persistent
gayety that first evening would have
been dismal Indeed, but, as it was
John Jested and Ellie laughed bravely
and pretended not to bo thinking of
anything else.
"I hate to go off and leave you to
fight it out alone," he said to her the
next morning. "We are in for it, I
guess, Ellie.”
I "I am glad you are going," said Ellie,
ruthlessly. "The worst will come up
then, and we will have it over.”
And after John had gone she went
back into the dining room, where Mrs.
Mayfield still sat at the table with her
untasted breakfast before her.
"I suppose you will want the keys,"
John's mother began at once. “1 will
give them to you, and show you wher"
things are, and then my work will oe
lone. I suppose I can find a little cor-
ner somewhere about the house, where
f can sit down and fold'my hands and
not be in anybody's way."
In anybody’s way! Mrs. Vedder
heard, and arose and spoke up with
trembling voice:
“I s’pose that means, that I’m In the
way—an’ I thought that’? what I’d Do
when I come here. An’ i II go away—
you needn’t fear that I’d want to be a
burden on anybody. Ellie can find
some place for me—the poorhouse, if
nowhere else.”
‘Grandma! You are hurting me
dreadfully!" Tears had rushed to El-
lie’s ej.es, and the old woman saw
them and sat down again, wiping her
own eyes. It was a great change. She
no longer had Ellle to herself, peace-
ful and happy in the little old cottage,
and with no one to interfere. Ellle
felt It all in a (lash, and somehow, too,
she felt the bruised heart of that other
womnn who had been all-in-all to her
Bon for nearly thirty years, and now
Ellie had come and she was not all-
in-all to hint any more. Ellle went
and fell on her knees beside her, and
tried to hug her unbending waist.
"Mother!” she cried—it was the first
time she had found courage to call het
by that name; "Mother, I don't warn
the keys—you’ve had them so long—
and I am too young and inexperienced
for so much responsibility. But you'll
teach me, won't, you? I'd be so glad to
learn.”
You needn’t run yourself down that
way, Ellle,” cried grandma, sharply,
ready to fight fpr the child she loved!
"You know as much about housekeep-
ln’ as anybody, I should hope.”
The storm was about to break again,
but Ellle still tried to smile.
I could keep house :ri a cottager
grandma—and r did do it nicely, didn't
t? But mother will show me how to
tnanage this big house—won’t vou
toother?"
John's mother arose sillily, with that
took of pain about the lips which
tomes from a Hurt at ilia heart.
You can soon learn n," Bhe said
turning away. "I suppose I can man-
tge to busy myself about something
when my work Is taken out or my
Hands."
Wile started up and hurried to her
■oom. A Hush of indignation and of
lespair had come over her. Surely she
lud been patient and sweet tempered.
Surely she had done her very best to
jleuse John’s mother and to reconcile
aer to the new condition of things!
Vnd here, already, everything had
sroken up in wrangling and discard.
Elite threw herself down upon the b9d
•nd burled her face In th" pillow. She
•nd John might have been so happy
pit for this. She wept hot. resentful
ears. Truly, It was beat, as she had
always heard, for young married peo-
ple to have- a little home of their own
with no third party near to sow thi
seeds of trouble. This was her first daj
in her new home—and perhaps she hai
years and years of life before her—ani
she did love John so, and might hav|
made him so happy, if it had not beet
for this—
And if she loved John, did not Hit
mother love him, too? And how shi
must love him—that quiet, undemon-
strative woman, whose feelings rat
deep. And there was grandma, whost
life was torn up by the roots in her ol(
aKe and it is so hard for old roots tc
set themselves in new soi>. And—why
that was what had happened to John’i
mother, too—her life had been torn ut
by the roots!
When Ellle arose she had forgotten
herself and her griefs. She was think-
ing of two lonely old women down-
stairs, the width of the dining room
between them, each brooding over her
own sorrow.
Never mind about me.” Ellie was
saying to herself, as she bathed awaj
the tears from her eyes. “I will try to
make them happy.”
When she came down, after a little
she was lugging a large white sack
stuffed to bursting. :
"Look what 1 found in the closet in
my room, grandma!” she cried, cheer-
ily. “AH this sack of scraps!"
“Those are for the rag-man,” said
John's mother, briefly. Perhaps sh*
had been thinking, too, for her vole*
had lost a little of its "oldness.
Grandma was already fingering th*
scraps wistfully.
"They’d make a mighty pretty quilt,"
she said. “I used (o make quilts all
the time—scraps of the children's
clothes, from their baby-clothes on up.
Ellie don’t know anything about it.
That was before her day They've sor!
o’ gone out of fashion now.”
She had spoken rather at than tc
John's mother, as though with a timid
little desire to conciliate her.
"How I’d like to have one of those
old quilts!” cried Ellie. with tender in-
terest. “Made with scraps of my old
dresses, grandma—and maybe some o(
John’s baby dresses, mother—and a
piece of my wedding drees right in the
middle. That would lie something
John and I could keep always.”
“These ’ud make a mighty nice nine
piece,” said grandma reflectively. She
was still regarding the odds and ends
of cloth that lay across her lap.
John’s mother had approached In-
sensibly.
“I used to make quilts." she said,
with something that was almost like
softness in her voice. “It was years
ago—I knew them ail—Nine-Piece and
Irish Chain and Chariot Wheel and
Magnolia Bloom—and I could find
scraps of John’s little clothes, I’ll show
you some of his little dresses, Elinor—
you’d never think he was ever tha!
small, looking at him now."
Elbe's arms were around her—the
pretty young face was laughing tear-
fully up at her. The very idea of see-
ing John’s cunning little baby clothes!
And it was John’s mother who -had
kept them all these years!
“We could do the quilting in John's
old playroom"—his mother was melt-
ing more and lore—“I haven’t had
much time to sew. Maybe it’ll help
me to sit down a little.”
"I’d like to make qullt3 again,” said
old Mrs. Vedder, looking up wistfully
over her glasses.
Mrs. Mayfield had arisen to go on
some errand, but she sat down again
"Ellle,” she said. "If you’ll look In
the machine drawers you’ll find
needles and thimbles and things—and
bring the gold thimble for your grand-
ma. John gave that to me when he
was 12 years old.”
Elbe's face was aglow with delight
“I am so glad that John loves his
mother!” she cried from her heart.
And then John’s mother surrendered
the Iasi trace of the coldness and hard-
ness she had kept in store.
“John’s always been a good son to
me. my dear," she said; “and a boy
that's done that can’t help making a
good husband. Hand me that piece o(
pasteboard, Elbe, and your grandma
can cut a pattern for both of us to go
by.”
Msmi l|
v'Ig AS
HE REALIZED LATER.
Mr. Bore (12:05)—! must go; it's
getting late.
Miss Caustique—Better late than
ver.
Both Sides of It.
When a man gives ear to gossip,
He. with a smiling face
Is sure to make remarks about
The Woman In the case.
But he always overlooks the fact
^That, since the world begun,
There's been no woman In the case
In w hich there was no man.
—Cincinnati Enquirer.
Easy Either Way.
They were discussing domestic mat-
ters with masculine confidence.
"There’s only one way to keep a cook,”
asserted one.
"How is that?” asked the other.
"Marry her.”
"But suppose you’re already mar-
ried?”
"Easy again. Any time that you can’t
make the cook your wife, why, make
your wife the cook.’’—Brooklyn Eagle.
JUVENILE INNOCENCE.
His Position.
“I b*,ve heard or read somewhere,"
mused the young lover, "that Words-
worth, or some such name, the poet—:
I believe he was a poet, or something ofi
the kind—once described woman, if l!
haven’t forgotten the way the remark!
ran, as being 'A creature not too bright)
or good for human nature's daily food.';
I don't know’ exactly what he meant—*
very likely he didn't know, himself—•
but, anyhow, I do know one thing: She.
is sweet enough to eat—Gladys Jonea
is!”—Puck.
The Shortage of Power.
It had already grown quite dark, and
there was something wrong with the
electrical apparatus In the hotel.
“What’s the matter here, anyway?”
asked a man of the hotel clerk.
"Won’t you please give us some
light?"
“I’d be very glad indeed to accom-
modate you, sir,’’ replied the clerk,
“if I only had the power."—Detroit Free
Press.
HAD TO FIGHT BIG ODDS.
John came home to lunch earlier than
usual that day, filled with apprehen-
sion, and stole into the house almosl
on tiptoe. At the end of the hall li*
paused and looked through the por-
tieres in deep amazement. Elbe was
flitting gaily back and forth betweer
dining room and -kitchen, gelling tht
daintiest of lunches on the table, wliii*
over by the window sat two spectacled
old ladies, eagerly comparing colors o!
scraps they held In their hands.
"This was a little blue pique ol
John'3 when he was two years old,’
said John’s mother, smiling at 1h‘
memory. ”1 made it myself, and
trimmed it with while braid—and (n
wanted to sleep In It that first, nlghl
This ought to go with something dark
-How would that piece do?”
"That's a fall dress Elbe had—let’j
see!” reflected grandma "She inusl
have been about twelve then. It was
trimmed with blue silk. It’ll go will
that, blue Just right." And Elbe'!
grandmother went, placidly on with
her sewing. John slipped out. ngain or
tiptoe, und surprised #Ellle, rosy and
smiling, in the kitchen.
"How did you manage it?" wat
John’s amazed question, and there wat
a very serious and lender look in het
pretty eyes.
"I put myself In her place,” shi
said.
Haynes—You shouldn’t ask for an
orange when we're visiting.
Virginia—I didn’t. I Just took It.—De-
troit Free Press.
The Better Way.
You say that tumbling-drunken men
Art- seldom hurt at all.
And here's another truth to learn;
If men the fiery stuff would spurn,
They wouldn’t even fall.
—Chicago Itecord-Herald.
Hard to Understand.
Gllhooly--You say your wife Is In a
had humor?
Pennybunkcr—Yes, she Is.
"What is she angry about?”
“In the first place, she got angry at
the servant girl, then she got angry at
me because I didn’t get angry at the
servant girl, and now she Is angry at her-
self because 1 got angry at her because
she got angry at the servant girl. Do
you understand?”—Tit-Bits.
Comparisons of Time.
The warship truly Is a grand
Rut perishable trinket,
It takes five years to build it and
A half an hour to sink it.
—Washington Star.
LIKELY TO LAST.
Mr. Wauta Noe—Did your husband
die peacefully?
Mrs. Bcrrymore—No; he had three
doctors.—Chicago Chronicle.
fe-eal Swell.
“This,” said Mrs. Porcpacque, exhibit-
ing a diamond-studded gold chain, with,
gold clasps at each end, “Is for my hus-
band’s birthday. I had it made spe-
cial.” >
“But what is it? What are the clasps
for?" inquired Mrs. Aseum.
“Why, don’t you see, it's a napkin
holder; holds his napkin right up un-
der his chin.”—Philadelphia Press.
Not True to Nature.
A visitor to a museum reports that he
saw a countryman standing before the
bust of a woman in a collection of stat-
uary. The woman was represented in
the act of coiling her hair, and as the
visitor came up the' countryman was
saying to himself: ■ v »
"No, sir; that ain’t true to nature.
She ain’t got her mouth full o’ hair-’
pins.”—Tit-Bits.
NOTHING SERIOUS.
Notable Paraguay Industry.
A notable Industry in Paraguay Is thi
preparation of essence of orange leaves
Some ,150 years ago the Jesuit priests
who then ruled that country, planted thi
orange forests. Tills essence Is largel)
imported into France ami the Unitei
Stales for urb in soap and perfumer
ipaklng. It Is also used In Paraguay a
a healing ointment and a hair touis.
"I tell you that girl Is dying for me.”
“Humph! I haven’t Been the family
doctor at her house lately.’’—Chicago
American.
He lafter tHe acceptance)—Have you
never loved anyone so much as you do
me?
She (thoughtfully)—Not In the spring.
—N. Y. Weekly.
Cause and Effect.
She—Gracious, how the wind Uobb
howl to-night!
He—Yes; it probably lias the tooth-
ache.
She—The toothache!
He—Yes. Have you never heard of
the teeth of a gale?—Chicago Dally
News.
Question of Deg-ree.
Wagner- Is It proper to say “drank,"
or "drunk?"
Jagner—it dopends altogether on
,how far gone you are.— Philadelphia
^Telegraph.
Contentment.
Contentment does not spring- from weulth.
Me are (old. and that may be;
And yet we know It doesn’t How
From grinding poverty.
—Philadelphia Ledger.
Referred to the Acl. Man.
"I am deeply interested In discover
ing the Lost Tribes of Israel," said Mr.
Musty, as lie came iu and sat down by
the busy editor for an hour’s discussion
of the subject.
( So? replied, the man of resources.
"Why don’t yon udvertise for them?
I lie business office is on the first iioor.
Here, Dan, show lhe gentleman to the
advertising deparlment.’’—Tlt-Blls.
In Arizonn.
Stranger—What's that crowd across
the way?
Native—That’s our string band.
Stranger—You don't say! Going to
give an entertainment. 1 suppose.
Native—Yes; going to string up a
boss thief.—Cincinnati Enquirer.
Juat So.
Little Clarence—Pa, why do they call
the end of a college student’s school life
the commencement?
Mr. Callipers—Oh. because that la
when the matter-of-fact old world com-
mences to take the conceit out of him.
—Puck.
Sense of Danger.
“So you havequit eating patent food?"
"Yes," answered Mr. Bligglns. "You
know they advertise to make brain, and
I'm afraid I'll get to he a regular genius
ami havo to wait for posterity to appr*
Mate me.”—Washington Star.
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