anaheim-gazette 1903-12-24

THE ETERNAL FEMININE By Helene Wood Copyright, 1905, by T. G. McClure "Elizabeth, the eternal feminine will assert itself." Elizabeth put on her long blue painting apron without replying and began to stretch a canvas. She was adorable so, her gray eyes defiantly averted and a flush of anger on her cheeks. "There you go again. If I don't know my own mind at twenty-six when will I?" "At twenty-seven or eight perhaps. I hope sooner. Your ideas are all wrong. Believe me, the day will come when you will long for a home of your own and some one nearer than a girl friend or masculine admirer." He had the last word, for the arrival of the model, a thin, shabby looking girl, put an end to the discussion. "Tomorrow at 5, then?" Elizabeth gave a brisk little nod. She was already sketching in the outlines of her study, and Phil was forgotten before he had closed the door. The young man was quite accustomed to such treatment. Admitted as he was to her most intimate friendship on an understanding of strict camaraderie, he broke over the traces every year, was invariably refused and bore his defeat with easy affount. Some day she was bound to change her mind, and he might be the lucky man. Elizabeth's own opinion was very different. She had no time for thought until her work was laid aside for the day. Then she sank into a nest of cushions to think luxuriously. No, Phil was wrong. She would never care to leave her studio above all marry. Had not the art school girls who married ceased developing intellectually? Shut up in their own four walls, they became entirely absorbed in dear Tom or Dick and the children. Children! Elizabeth shuddered. A child in a book or picture was very delightful, but the reality, a dirty lit creature always crying or being ill: She would never leave her work, her studies, her pleasures, for a deadly stupid family life. Never! understand this awakening of instincts, the motherhood beneath her culture and ambition and stronger than both. The flying moments, her beloved work, everything was forgotten as she held the sleeping child. A half hour passed, an hour. Alan Campbell suddenly opened a pair of questioning blue eyes. Startled by the strange face, he cried: "Where's my muvver? I want my muvver!" His little body shook with sobs. Rudely aroused from her dream, Elizabeth felt a quick pang of jealousy. Yes, she was jealous of the woman whose hold on the child even death was powerless to break. Silently she put on her wristps, gathered Alan Campbell, sobs and all, into her arms and hurried down to the —th street cars. Plumley alley proved to be a neat flagged court and No. 19 a tiny white house with green shutters. A little old man, whose eyes were swollen with weeping, came to answer her ring. Alan Campbell called "Huddo Grampy." The poor old fellow tried in vain to control his grief. He trembling old hand and turned away unable to express her sympathy. Alan Campbell smiled after her like a sunbeam. Elizabeth closed her studio door with a shiver. Never had it looked more beautiful, more orderly or more cold and still. "I want my muvver," a little voice kept sounding in her ear. Ah, these mothers she had been pitying, how she envied them now! It was ridiculous to feel so, and yet, and yet she knew her arms would always be empty and her whole body hungry for the presence, the caresses of a little child, something of her own, her very own, to love. There was hardly time to arrange her hair and light the spirit lamp before Phil knocked. Hoping that he would not notice her red eyelids, she concentrated her attention on the tea things. She thought she was succeeding until Phil said: "What's up, Elizabeth?" "Oh," she replied. "I saw a frightful accident this morning. I can't seem to forget it." Tears rolled down her cheeks. Phil longed to take the sensitive girl into his arms, but he only said cheerfully: "There are many cruel things in this world. We can't help them. Try to forget all this. Put on your hat and come out to dinner with me. I'll tell you what—we'll go and see Wilson in The Matador; make you laugh; do you good." She only sobbed. The sensible way east. 60% of the people who cross the continent make the trip in a tourist sleeping car. It is the sensible way to go—much less expensive than traveling in a standard sleeper, and almost But be sure you go and Rock Island via tourist car line from S Revolution Imminent A sure sign of approaching rude and serious trouble in your system nervousness, sleeplessness or stoop upsets. Electric Bitters will quisdember the troublesome cause never falls to tone the stomach, late the kidneys and bowels, stitches the liver and clarify the blood. Down systems benefit particularly all the usual attending aches under its searching and thorougfectiveness. Electric Bitters 50c, and that is returned if it don’t perfect satisfaction. Guarantee W. B. Hutchinson, the druggist. Elvira (showing Pearl her graph)—Awful, isn't it? Pearl splendid-likeness, though. Favorite Family Remedy Frequently accidents occur in household which cause burns, sprains and bruises. For use in cases Ballard’s Snow Liniment many years been the constant family remedy. 25c, 50c and A cry of warning. The trolley car stopped with a lurch. In an instant the conductor and motorman were down in the street, followed by most of the passengers. Elizabeth, impatient at the delay, resolved to walk the block or two remaining. Her model would be waiting for her at the studio. When she left the car she found herself the only woman in a large group collected about a sickening black mass which had splashed car wheels and cobblestones with blood. The conductor, a good natured looking young Irishman, stood with tears rolling down his face. He was holding a golden haltered baby, a toddler of a year or two. The motorman, white and frightened, was telling how the baby had suddenly run in front of the car and the mother had thrown the little one out of the way, only to be crushed herself. The child began to cry, and the conductor turned to Elizabeth imploringly. "You take the baby, mum. The ambulance is comin'. The cops will be after findin' its relatives." Before she could reply he had put the baby in her unresisting arms. Some moments later, hardly knowing how it had all happened, she found herself walking into her studio building carrying a little child. In her purse was a bit of paper inscribed "19 Plumley alley." It was the poor woman's address, to which she had promised to take him. A man she knew, who was passing along the corridor, smiled and remarked, "Rather a small model, Miss Blair." Elizabeth flushed as if she had committed a crime and was relieved to close the studio door behind her. Then she put down her burden and looked at her watch. Ten e'clock. The model had come and gone. No hope now. She herself would have to take the child home. A short conference at the phone told her the whereabouts of Plumley alley, eight squares south and just off the —th street car line. When she left the phone she found the little one standing close by. Elizabeth studied him with half shut eyes. "Not bad," she thought—"a Donatello, if the forehead were a little higher and the curls not so fine and tight. How I should like to paint him! Come here, little one. What's your name?" "Alan Campbell naughty." "Are you naughty?" "Es. I want my muvver." His mother! Elizabeth felt a quick pang of horror. "Come here, and I will show you something pretty." She held out her watch. The silver and gold ornaments on its long chain fringed attractively. Alan Campbell slowly drew near the shining object. He held it just as a little stray dog "Oh," she replied. "I saw a frightful accident this morning. I can't seem to forget it." Tears rolled down her cheeks. Phil longed to take the sensitive girl into his arms, but he only said cheeringly: "There are many cruel things in this world. We can't help them. Try to forget all this. Put on your hat and come out to dinner with me. I'll tell you what—we'll go and see Wilson in The Matador; make you laugh; do you good." She only sobbed. Phil knelt beside her chair and took her hand. "Please don't cry. It hurts me to see it." It was very un-Eliabeth-like, but somehow she let her head droop on his shoulder and closed her eyes, as Alan Campbell had done. It was so good to feel some one near, some one who was strong and who loved her. Phil could not understand, but was grateful for the miracle which had made the girl love seek his arms like a child. He spoke low and tenderly. "Dear, won't you let me be your conoler always?" He bent his head to her tear stained cheek and her little word of reply was not so loud as the glad beating of his heart. "Only," said Elizabeth, when she had recovered something of her usual spirit, "don't flaster yourself it was your conquest. It was nothing at all out the eternal feminine." No Sense of Proportion. The young man who had spent his efforts for several years without result in studying art was talking with his practical uncle, who had patiently paid the bills. "Of course," said the young artist, "I know I haven't made much of a job, but I don't think you ought to advise me to try something else. You know it's best to put all your eggs in one basket and watch that basket." "Um! That may be, Charlie; but did you ever think how foolish it is to put so many baskets around one bantam egg?"—Youth's Companion. The Great Porcelain Tower. In 1430 A.D., after nineteen years of ceaseless labor and an expenditure of about £800,000, the Chinese government finished the wonderful porcelain tower at Nankin, which stood for nearly four and a quarter centuries, until 1856, the most marvelous building ever erected by human hands. It was of octagonal form, 200 feet in height, with nine stories, each having a cornice and a gallery without. Cholly's Repartee. "Cholly is so clevah at wepartee!" exclaimed Clarence. "In't he?" said Reginald. "What's his latest?" "A gweat, howwid bwute said to him. You are the biggest fool in this state.' And Cholly answered wight off. 'I don't agwee wit you!'"—Cincinnati Commercial Tribune. Runclair and Henley. It is related that shortly after Runclair, the well known writer on seafarers and amugglers and ponchers, had... Not bad," she thought—"a Donatello, if the forehead were a little higher and the curls not so fine and tight. How I should like to paint him! Come here, little one. What's your name?" "Alan Campbell naughty." "Are you naughty?" "'Es. I want my muver.' His mother! Elizabeth felt a quick pang of horror. "Come here, and I will show you something pretty." She held out her watch. The silver and gold ornaments on its long chain fingled attractively. Alan Campbell slowly drew near the shining object. He seized it just as a little stray dog would have done a bit of cake—seized and wailed away. Then Elizabeth brought out pictures. It was surprising how quickly they were friends, sitting on the floor side by side looking at "pussies" and "doggles." It was after 11 when Alan Campbell's face began to look doleful. "I want a cup of millik," he announced. There were a pitcher of cream, some biscuits and a glass of jelly in her stock of tea table provisions. With this luncheon spread out before him, Alan Campbell was soon installed on the edge of the model stand. When he had drunk all the cream except that which soaked into her pretty rug, when his face was gory with currant jelly, and biscuits had lost their attraction, Elizabeth took one sticky little hand in hers and led him firmly to the washstand. After he was clean and dry she sank into a chair, exhausted. "I want up on 'ap,' cried a little voice appealingly. She drew him up. For awhile he was amused by her velvet blouse; then his eyes began to close. Alan Campbell's head was on Elizabeth's shoulder. His right hand clasped hers tightly. He was fast asleep. Elizabeth had the true artistic nature which when it feels does so with abandon. The soft little body in her arms, the warm, sweet breath on her face touched the very depths of her heart. Never in her life had she felt so strangely happy—happy and yet troubled. She was embarrassed before her own emotions and bent her head, clasping him more tightly. The world thought of her as a woman. She had a womanly poise and a strong character, but her heart, a girl's heart, could not Cholly's Repartee. "Cholly is so clevah at wepartee!" exclaimed Clarence. "Isn't he?" said Reginald. "What's his latest?" "A sweat, howwid bwute said to him, 'You are the biggest fool in this state.' And Cholly answered wight off. I don't agwee with you!" —Cincinnati Commercial Tribune. Runciman and Henley. It is related that shortly after Runciman, the well known writer on seafarers and smugglers and poachers, had bitterly fallen out with W. E. Henley he lay dying in London. To Henley in Edinburgh, lame and ill, came an indirect message that Runciman believed that if Henley could come and look on him he would get well. It was a dying man's whimsy, but Henley took the train from Edinburgh and arrived in London to find his friend dead. A Modern Instance. "In some circles of ancient magnificence," said the pedantic person, "it was customary to have a skeleton at the feast." "We follow that custom at our house," answered Mr. Meekton. "We have a turkey one meal and the skeleton for the next four." —Exchange. Tipping the Scales. "Confound it!" growled Closeman. "I dropped a dime in that weighing machine instead of a penny." "Ha, ha!" chuckled his buffoon friend. "I guess that's when you tipped the scales." —Philadelphia Record. A Satisfying Portrait. Mr. Roxe—This portrait doesn't look like my wife at all. Artist—I know it doesn't, but it looks as she thinks she looks. —Judge. So strong is Bank of England note paper that a single sheet will lift a weight of 100 pounds. Schpolboy Definitions. These are two schoolboy definitions illustrated by sentences: "Frantic moans wild; I picked some frantic flowers." "Athletic; strong; the vinegar was too athletic to use." —Little Chronicle. The sensible way east. 60% of the people who cross the continent make the trip in a tourist sleeping car. It is the sensible way to go—much less expensive than traveling in a standard sleeper, and almost as comfortable. But be sure you go the right way—Southern Pacific and Rock Island via El Paso. It is the quickest tourist car line from Southern California. Cars leave San Francisco and Los Angeles daily. The Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday cars from Los Angeles are in charge of experienced excursion conductors. Another good route East is via Salt Lake City and Colorado Springs. Tuesdays, Fridays and Saturdays are the days cars leave Los Angeles for Omaha and Chicago. Ask for folder... Tickets at Southern Pacific ticket offices. FRANK L. MILLER, D. P. A., 325 So. Spring St., Los Angeles, Cal. FACTS ABOUT ANAHEIM. Sketch of the industries and Resources or this Most Beautiful Part of California. The City of Anaheim, with a population of 2500, is situated in the northern part of Orange county, in Southern California, 12 miles from the ocean, 41 miles from the foothills, and 148 feet above sea level. It is 27 miles from Los Angeles, the second largest city in the State of California. The climatic conditions are the most favorable for out-door life to be found in Southern California. The temperature is extremely uniform, seldom rising above 90 degrees in summer, or falling below 32 degrees in winter. The abundance of sunlight and the absence of sharp frosts and cold winds make it a place especially acceptable to those desiring to escape the severe climate of the east. The country is very attractive. It is practically level, with just sufficient slope from the hills to afford adequate drainage. The roads are level, well graded, and well kept, affording excellent opportunities for cycling and driving. The soil is a rich sandy loam which never bakes, making it a very easy ground to work; thus lending itself readily to the cultivation of berries, nuts, oranges, etc. The variety of products, and the possibility of procuring small tracts of land at low figures, and on easy terms, make our section of the county very attractive and advantageous for truck raising, or for farming on a small scale. The following are a few of the products: oranges, lemons, walnuts, grapes, peaches, apricots, sugar beets, berries and vegetables of all kinds. Anaheim is the possessor of a Building and Loan Association, Water company, two railroads, fruit cannery and drier, large oil industry, ostrich farm, bank, several adequate commercial houses, two hotels and two newspapers. The city also owns its water and lighting plant. FACTS ABOUT ORANGE CO. The census bureau has issued a bulletin on agriculture in California which we quote from extensively in another part of this issue. One of the interesting features of the report is the paragraph giving the number of farms and acres of farming lands in the five Southern California counties. The pre-eminence of Orange county is apparent: Counties. No. farms. Acres. Los Angeles. 6577. 865,983 Orange. 2888. 869,436 Riverside. 2340. 427,097 San Bernardino. 2350. 219,182 San Diego. 2688. 869,419 But it is in the acreage of irrigated lands that Orange county takes easy precedence over the other counties of Southern California: Counties. Acres. Los Angeles. 6577. 865,983 Orange. 2888. 869,436 Riverside. 2340. 427,097 San Bernardino. 2350. 219,182 San Diego. 2688. 869,419 The area of Orange county is 780 square miles; that of Los Angeles, 3880; that of Riverside, 7008; that of San Bernardino, 20,055, and that of San Diego, 8400 square miles. Orange county thus contains one-fifth the area of Los Angeles; yet its irrigated lands approach in area to one-half those of its neighbor to the north. Riverside embraces nine times its area, yet it irrigates 9,000 more acres, or a fourth more than the belauded county on the east. San Bernardino is 25 times its size, yet it irrigates 25,000 acres more than the county on the south—300 per cent is the former's irrigated area as compared with that of the latter—almost the irrigated area of San Diego and Riverside combined. Orange county possesses the finest system of irrigation, the most secure water rights, that exist in Southern California. That is what we have said many a time and oft. These figures prove it. It is the handsomest and most productive county that lies outdoors and is settling up faster than any other in the State. A Frightened Horse Running like mad down the street jumping the occupants, or a hundred other accidents, are every day occurrences. It behooves everybody to have reliable salve handy, and there's none good as Bucklen's Arnica Salve, cuts, sores, eczema and piles appear quickly under its soothing effect. 25c at Hutchinson's drugstore. A Conquering Fawn. A sambhur fawn I possessed in India of the age of four to six months made practice of chasing all dogs that came into the compound and did so with every appearance of considering it the greatest possible fun. The dogs on the other hand, fled with their tails between their legs. This fawn evidently imagined itself to be the guardian and protector of the establishment. I have a vivid picture in my recollection of the gentle little beast transformed into a perfect fury, its coat writhling on end to make it look twice its usual size; head and tail defiantly direct, stamping sharply on the threshold with its dainty forefeet, demonstrations intended to frighten away two pariah dogs who cringed before it on the veranda, yet showed a great desire to intrude into the house. The dogs finally sneaked off, depressed and defeated, and the conquering fawn swagged back into the room to be praised by me either for once disdaining to chase its foes or deterred therefrom by its strong dislike to the noonday sun. London Spectator. GOOD THINGS TO LEARN. BLACK-DRAUGHT STOCK and POULTRY MEDICINE Stock and poultry have few troubles which are not bowel and liver irregularities. Black-Draught Stock and Poultry Medicine is a bowel and liver remedy for stock. It puts the organs of digestion in a perfect condition. Prominent American breeders and farmers keep their herds and flocks healthy by giving them an occasional dose of Black-Draught Stock and Poultry Medicine in their food. Any stock raiser may buy a 25-cent half-pound air-tight can of this medicine from his dealer and keep his stock in vigorous health for weeks. Dealers generally keep Black-Draught Stock and Poultry Medicine. If yours does not, send 25 cents for a sample can to the manufacturers. The Chattanooga Medicine Co., Chattanooga, Tenn. ROOSELL, GA., Jan. 30, 1902. Black-Draught Stock and Poultry Medicine is the best I ever tried. Our stock was bad when you sent me the medicine and now they are getting so fine. They are looking 20 per cent better. S. P. BROOKINGTON. Ballard's Horehound Syrup. Immediately relieves hoarse, croupy cough, oppressed, rattling, rasping and difficult breathing. Henry C. Stearns, druggist, Shullsburg, Wis., writes, May 20, 1901: "I have been selling Ballard's Horehound Syrup for two years, and have never had a preparation that has given better satisfaction. I notice that when I sell a bottle they come back for more. I can honestly recommend it." 25c, 50c and $1 at Hatzfeld's drugstore. GOOD THINGS TO LEARN. Learn to laugh. A good laugh is better than medicine. Learn to attend strictly to your own business; very important point. Learn how to tell a story. A well told story is as welcome as a sunbeam in a sick room. Learn to stop creaking. If you cannot see any good in this world keep the bad to yourself. Learn to keep your own troubles to yourself. The world is too busy to care for your life and sorrows. Learn to greet your friends with a smile. They carry too many frowns in their own hearts to be bothered with any of yours. Learn to hide your aches and pains under a pleasant smile. No one cares whether you have the earache, headache or rheumatism. Must Kara His Fee. Dr. Pighead visits Mr. Coldham; the great pork manufacturer. "Well, my dear sir, I don't see that there is anything radically wrong with you. Go to bed early, don't drink anything stronger than coffee and you'll be all right in a week." "What! Are you not going to give me any medicine?" "Certainly not. You don't need it." "But you get your money just the same." "Yes. Just so." "Well, I don't think it is a square deal. Sposin' you bleed me, put a mustard plaster on the back of my neck and gimme a dose of salts. Everybody that works for me 's got to earn his salary."—London Tit-Bita. The Whole Story in one letter about Pain-Killer (PERRY DAVIS') From Capt. F. Loye, Police Station No. 5, Montreal:—"We frequently use PERRY DAVIS' PAIN-KILLER for pains in the stomach, rheumatism, stiffness, frost bites, chill blains, cramps, and all afflictions which befall men in our position. I have no hesitation in saying that PAIN-KILLER is the best remedy to have near at hand." Used Internally and Externally. Two Sizes, 25c. and 80c. bottles. Liver and Kidneys It is highly important that these organs should properly perform their functions. When they don't, what lameness of the side and back, what yellowness of the skin, what constipation, bad taste in the mouth, sick headache, pimples and blotches, and loss of courage, tell the story. The great alterative and tonic Hood's Sarsaparilla Gives these organs vigor and tone for the proper performance of their functions, and cures all their ordinary alliments. Take it. Dr. Pierce's Favorite Prescription SUBSTITUTES ARE NOT "JUST AS GOOD." MAKES WEAK WOMEN STRONG AND SICK WOMEN WELL. MAKES WEAK WOMEN STRONG AND SICK WOMEN WELL. The Groom—"Would you mind if I went into the smoking car, dear?" The Bride—"What! to smoke?" "Oh dear, no. I want to experience the agony of being away from you, so that the joy of my return will be all the more intensified."—Brooklyn Life. Coughing Spell Caused Death "Harry Duckwell, aged 25 years, shoked to death early yesterday morning at his home, in the presence of his wife and child. He contracted a slight cold a few days ago and paid but little attention to it. Yesterday morning he was seized with a fit of coughing which continued for some time. His wife sent or a physician, but before he could arrive another coughing spell came on and Duckwell died from suffocation."—it. Louis Globe-Democrat, Dec. 1, 1901. Ballard's Horehound Syrup would have saved him. 25c, 50c and $1 at Hatzfeld's drugstore. "I seen you kissin' Mame," said her little brother. "Well, here," said the tear girl's accepted lover, "if I give you a dime can I trust you to say nothing about it?" "Sure! I never peached on any of the other fellows when they gave me money."—Philadelphia Ledger. He Found a Cure R. H. Foster, 318 S. 2d street, Salt Lake City, writes: "I have been bothered with dyspepsia or indigestion for 21 years, have tried many doctors without relief, but I have found a cure in Herbine. I recommend it to all my friends who are afflicted that way, and it is curieg them too." 50c at Hatzfeld's drugstore. Choice of Three Routes EAST and WEST 'Sunset' Via EL PASO and New Orleans 'Ogden' 1902 Improvements. THE SANDERS-ARNOTT DISC PLOW. The solid cast frame now being used on the Sanders-Arnott Disc Plow is the most valuable feature added to the Disc Plow since they were placed on sale. See them before buying. No more sprung beams out of line or bolts sheared off. We have a new pattern four gang plow for the largest machines. Any disc plow without the solid cast frame is old style. Do not be miled into buying one. Made in one, two, three and four gang patterns. The most successful disc plow in the market. Draft reduced 50 per cent. Send for circulars. We have a liberal proposition to offer any rancher who wishes to investigate the merits of this plow. Write for it ARNOTT & COMPANY Wagana, Carriages and Farm Machinery. 120, 122, 124 Los Angeles Street THE GAZETTE JOB-OFFICE Is fitted to do all kinds of Commercial Printing Three Routes EAST and WEST ‘Sunset’ ‘Ogden’ ‘Shasta’ Via EL PASO and New Orleans Via SAN FRANCISCO and Portland The service on these trains is perfect. The time is the fastest. The scenery most beautiful. The tourist car service appeals most directly to those who desire to travel at a high rate of speed, but prefer to economize a little on sleeping car accommodations. The Southern Pacific runs personally conducted tourist excursions every day in the week at reduced rates to various points in the east, without change, via all routes. A conductor accompanies the train to destination, and is ever ready to attend to the wants of the traveler. Southern Pacific Is fitted to do all kinds of Commercial Printing From a Card to a Book or a Transcript, Etc., Etc. Call and see us and get prices. All work done in the highest state of the art. Subscribe for the Gazette All the County news for $1.50 a year