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'r ' V i .1 ' ) THE TOM 1 ' WINTER HEN . the Townbreds awoke the other Sunday morning at . FJve Oaks, the ground , was covered with a good .our Inches 'of snow. White and sparkling , in the clear sunlight, it k retched over hill and vale, an un b'rokon' carpet of spotless sheen, as far ti the eye could soe. , ' "Our first snow!'1! cried Mrs. Town bred gaily. . ' ' "Cm-m-m-mh!" grunted Mr. Town bred Vastly, more, interested In lo cating his warm .bath-robe and hur rying into the next room where John, ;ho hired man, ' had already built a roaring fire.. , , But Mrs.' Townbred walked to the window and looked out. "My!'' she called with enthusiasm, "it Is simply . beautiful ! Come and see, Ruthvlri. Why, people who : live in tho city don't know what a real itnow storm, looks like!" Mr. Townbred, however,, seemed perfectly willing' to take her word tor it--at least until he had thawed out before the tight little drum-stove and dohned his clothes. Yet the moment ho -got downstairs something seemed to bo calling him out-of-doors. So he opened the door. 'and stepped out on the porch. tt was cold." but a clear, clean, dry cold such' as. somehow, one seems never to find in a city. And the whole countryside was ablaxe- with the. spar kle of sunlight en crusted enow-drift, i "fcy Oeorgl". lie exclaimed; pres-, jHE pantalette which it was free-, ft y predicted no sensiDie woman ft Would wear is now patronised by all sorts and conditions of the fair sex. sensible and nonsensical. And sometime when It' is so arranged as to look like a 'narrow underskirt and Is trimmed to harmonise with the gown with which It-ia worn. It is more attractive than you might think. A regular' blessing to women is the wash kid glove which not only really can be laundered but can be worn after that procese h4 taken place. These hand-coverings . one . appeared onty in the tan shades bat now they may 'be had In white also, and better still id white with black stitching. No matter how short the skirt" to sa evening gown may he". In front. It U eeoeideted AaltftJia-XlgttM'.tt wear, a long, narrow, serpentine trsif witt ft. E Inferior PLACE ently. "Some snow this is thy. life!" And he took a turn or two up and down the ' porch: so, when Vlrgle announced breakfast was ready he needed no second call. - Now, always, it had been Mr. Town bred's custom on a Sunday mornin; Immediately, after breakfast to, a.. Mrs. Townbred phrased it; "bury his nose in the Sunday papers" and woe betide anyone who dared interrupt! Yet, this morning, he really shocked her by suggesting: "Let's take a walk, Frieda It's too fine a morning to stay In th house!" "Yes, indeed!" she replied Instantly. "I've been wanting to ever since I first peeped out the window; but I was afraid you'd want to read your old papers." Mr. Townbred smiled. "Now that's a funny thing, you know," he said. "In the city, on this kind of a morn ing, I admit that you couldn't drag me out and away from my papers and my pipe with a forty-foot pole. One look out the window and it would be Indoors for mine! But here in the country well, there's something In the air; Isn't there, Frieda? Come on put on old clothes and your high boots and, we'll make a regular tramp of it!" , . . ; And presently the 'Townbreds were swinging off down the road kicking their toes In the snow-drifts and skip ping along like two kids. Gene, their collie dog, came 'bounding after them barking loudly and Insisting that he be: allowed to few .;- '.- ' .-' ?Come on. Gene, com on. old fel- j-i .-'', Occasionally this train la made of a Eingle width of sash ribbon, when It Is more 'unique than beautiful. But It gives that much-to-be-deslred long back line. To- render It evtfn higher than, it la naturally, and even more difficult to see over, the" fur collar of the day has a white frtU edging It, a becoming touch and advantageous to the throat specialists. ' j Among the absurdities of the sea son is a gown the skirt of which Is of chiffon, the Jacket ef ermine. Who said the partl-colored boots would not be worn this winter? Why the combinations are mora remarka ble than ever before; as. boots of black kid with large white buttons, ptptcf f white kid and whit, heels e blackbird combine eeore start ling than red end yellow. Sand Pnm Wihniiiw The MemWs low!" cried Mr. Townbred gaily. "I iriioea thta 4a viil fl Tat Mol snnV. too!" . Down the winding road, almost un recognizable In Its new dress, they went, past their own boundary fence and that of their neighbor and then still on to where a "back road" branched off from the pike. "Let's take this road," suggested Mrs. Townbred, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks aglow with a red that could never, never have come out of a box. "We can circle round past Mr. Cole's place, then on to the church at the cross-roads and then Into Vi enna and back to Five Oaks rit'll be about six miles in all. I've driven it often and but maybe that'll be too long for you, Ruthvln?" Mr. Townbred laughed scornfully. "Too long?" he exclaimed. "Well, where did you get that Idea, Frieda? I admit that when we lived in the city a walk to the cigar-store at the corner was something of an undertaking on a morning like this; but out here-- well rhy. I feel that I could walk to the city and back!" And then, hand in hand, they skip ped along, laughing, while Oene kept pace barking and threshing about In the snow as though he thoroughly un derstood and felt Just that way hlm-j While Gene 1 self. '"I can beat you to the big stump down there!" cried Mr. Townbred suddenly, pointing down the road. "You can not!" And. Instantly, Mrs. Townbred was off, Oene was the first to arrive, then Mrs. Townbred. and last came Mr. Tewnbred. Just far -enough behind to lose -4tth honor. They paused for breath and laughter and then contin ued their tramp. "You knew, Frieda." said Mr. Town bred presently. "I'm beginning to think the people who say that the real time to live In the country Is in the winter are right. Of course we haven't the many conve&lencee of the eity, fctt rrrtstnly are a lot et thing that maiVks tat Vern. " TheieWUtl.-l90Te--4t ws differ eatl THE MORNING nEUALD, DECEMBER 5, 1915 Wooiwo W Cent Store : .- . s Decoration- Contest fellows at the office delight In kidding me about being In the country at this tlmo of the vear and ask me If a steam - heated electric - lighted apartment doesn't look mighty good to me. ' " "But well we've certainly been warm and comfortable so far, haven't we? And T can lust Bee people slosh lng around In the slush this morning in the citv and growling about me street-cleaning department not being on the Job and look, did you see that rabbit! He Just flew across the road, rlo-it in front nf ua!" ' Presently they met up with Mr. Cole who was plodding along on an oiq but sure-footed horse. He stopped and chatted a while and arranged to bring over another barrel of his best Wlnesaps by the middle of the week. And he told them of a "Neighbor hood Social" which was to be held the following Friday evening at the School T-TmiBA fnr the benefit of the school fund to put In a furnace Instead of the faithful old stoves, me ixwnDrea3 were interested and promised 10 come. Then, a little farther down the road. they , met the Wilkinsons, who were fi-lidine merrily along In a double- sleigh, with bells Jangling and their kept pace barking and threshing about In the snow. eld black horse throwing up clouds of snow regardless as he ploughed along. There was room for two more certainly! And the Townbreds must pile right In! Surely, they'd take them right to their own front porch after a ride! And Oene? Why. Gene could keep right up with them without any trouble at all! So the Townbred. quite willing, thank you. "piled In" and they were off? And such laughing and shout ing and good-natured Jests why. blese us. had the Townbreds done such a thing In the city, they would have been taken up for disorderly conduct! But In the country In the dean, wholesome country. In Qod'a great After a while poor Oene found that while his spirit was perfectly willing his flesh was a little weak; so he, too, was piled into the sleigh where he stood with his feet on the dash-board looking down, fascinated, by the rythmic up-and - down plop - plop plop of the old black honse's hind feet as they did their duty. At last, amid many peasantries and friendly calls, the Townbreds were set down at their own front gate and the hospitable Wilkinsons continued on their way. "Whew!" breathed Mr. Townbred. "Some ride, wasn't It! And I sure do feel great how long before dinner, Frieda r Mrav Townbred laughed. "Dinner? Why I don't believe it's more than half-past ten o'clock. And do you remember, Ruthvln, how in the city I had to almost drag you to the dinner table? No wonder, the way you used to loll around the flat on a Sunday morning and smoke and read yourself into a trance!" Mr. Townbred laughed. "Yes, I guess you're right," he said. "We ought to do this every Sunday morn ing. It sure is great: - Mrs. Townbrea looxea at nim a mo ment, a roguisn twmiue in ner eye. "Do do you mean the walk or the alelgh-rlder" she asked. "Both!" declared Mr. Townbred promptly. "Well. then, my dear." Mrs. Town bred came back Instantly, "you'll have to buy me a sleigh." -Oh!" "Really we ought to have one, Ruthvln one simply has to In the country, you know!" Mr. Townbred hesitated a moment and laughed. "Oh. very well." he said, "Go ahead. It may cost a little more to lire in the country but It's worth it, my deer. It's worth tt! And be sure to buy one with belle en! (Copyright. 1H, by dard Riddle Pairptt). Co. LITTLE FABLES oftST BUSINESS WORLD HISTIN1SH WAS CERTAIN HERB was once a certain Young , Man who, after a while, started r a. certain Something and his Finish was Certain. But that didn't make him' one bit Mad; on the contrary, If It hadn't have turned Out that way he felt certain he would have Done Something Desperate. To begin with, he was a Likable Chap and Popular with the Boys, though he didn't Weigh Much with Skirts. Stack mm up with a Bunch of Good Fellows, however, and It was a Different Story. From Soup to Nuts he was there With the Punch. And he was At' Hbme in any Sport, In doors or out. No Moss grew on him, and the Boys could always Count him In at billiards, a "sitting," or at a Talk-Fest where the phrase most fre quently heard was "Make mine the same, Fritz." Once In a while, when he Just couldn't Dodge, he'd go to a Party. But He'd spend most of the Evening talking to the Chaperones. As a Fus ser he was a fine Extra Man. He enjoyed the New Dances, when Other People were Doing Them. His Idea of a Bum Theatre Party was to have a couple of Debutantes along to have to Talk to between the Acts and so prevent his Going Out for a Drag at a Cigarette. And as for Calling upon Damsel of an evening, why, he d rather stay home and read last week's DaDer. Girls were Just girls to him. and he'd heard of a guy named Cu Dld. but he'd never Met him. Wherefor, when He was hit he was a regular Innocent Lamb about to be led to the Slaughter. He Fell For It Hard. Or, rather, for a certain Maid with eyes of Blue and hair of Gold and without any Red out of a box on her cheeks. Head over heels and then all the way over again was about the way In which he Turn bled Into the pool of Romance. His friends looked at him Anxious ly. They ceuldn't Imagine what was tilling nun. xjuhdjuo, -- ed Sitting, an evening at the Round Table with Frltx hovering about nothing seemed to Entice him. They were 8ore Fuelled, and tney ueggeu him to see a Doctor. Me was every night; though that Treatment seemed to make him Worse. Then, the Fellows Got Next. Also, they Got Sore. A shame! A Perfect Shame! To think such a Good Old Scout was going to Go Into 81avry So they Argued with him. But they might Just as Well have been Tongue-Tied. Finally, they Gave him Up and began to Save Vp for Pres ents. Our Hero also Saved t'p for the wherewithal to purchase his Symbol of Slavery. And when he had finally Corralled a hundred and fifty Flunks he stopped at a Fa-hionabU Jewelry Counter and beamed like a Cherublnv, The clerk was On the Job end helped tlm pick the latest style in Srmbola Indeed, said clerk seemed to consider It almost ae Good ews Soma he htarh4 inherited i If V .'4 the Store. The Maid was delighted and Stuck out her Finger for him to Do the Rest. He did It all the way through without a Hitch, clear up to the Wed ding March and Rice and Old Shoes and Luggage appropriately Marked. Then they returned and Settled uwn ' to Wedded Bliss. They found it, too. But, also. Our Hero presently Dis covered a Few Things he hadn't Reck- - oned la as part of his Finish. To- . wit: Two may live as Cheaply as One ,-. but there's an Awful Difference in the . Style of Living. When a Fellow Has to be at home with a certain Damsel every evening, it's not near as Fascinating as Fear ing she'll have Another Engagement, for even One Evening out of ' the week. Though Men Friends may be mere- ' ly Make-Shifts or actually In. the Way and Deadly Uninteresting before mar riage, , they begin -to Look Mighty Good Company as the Honeymoon Wanes. A married woman wants her Hus band to have lots of Men Friends, but she insists on Looking them Over and letting him see them in her Own Home and not out where any Frltx wants to know "What'll you have gentlemen ?" After marriage a Chap doesn't have any Harder life than he- did before it Just Seems Harder. He's really Better Off and Happier, but he doesn't want to Admit It All the Time. " While he wouldn't be Single again for anything. It's a question whether Anything would Ir.duce him to, ete. If he Again were Single. Though he is by no mor.ns Finished, there are a whole lot of things which Dan Cupid finishes for htm! Moral: Not every marriage Turns Out this Way some'.'.ruei they're Worse! Helped Hlaa rick the Latees Stile U - Bysaboto, 1 i v
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