Caribou County Sun from Soda Springs, Idaho • Page 3

Countr Cure lettltd on a la Mlnoorl, be married and Homer, born, goodny meant cbureh, com puny lor din-Mr iteer welfbt gaatalag. Dehorn, tag at the eorlni ol wean-tng of ealwt. making, and belp-toi Newt break In the were aU of bit Jobs. He won a price tor writing about bii ntott unoiual dream. Xbe iwlmmlnt party wai an annual event.

The women would iwlm and after they were la the honae wonld f6 to the pool. It would never do lor the men to tee the women In wet bathinc iulti. Watermelons were eerved after the iwlmmlnt. Then everyone left to attend to their chorea. CHAPTER XI "I see you have, Tom," Pa would say gratefully.

"Sometimes, if you get horses down, you need to get the hames off in a hurry." "Have you got an indelible pencil?" It wouldn't be long till the harness would be in our wagon and we'd be on the way home. Once in a while Pa would turn around and look proudly at the harness. When we got home, he would call for my mother to come out and see what he had. He would hold up the harness and she would say it was very fine harness, indeed. Of course she didn't really know.

But Pa liked to have her look at it, anyway. My mother was not only the "quietest" teacher I have ever known, but, as I have said, one of the most effective. About this time there came one of those periods when everything seemed to go wrong. The sows were rooting under the fences and getting out, and the steers had warbles. There was a sudden squall and the "head" on our windmill was broken.

This seemed the last straw. It meant that we would have to make a trip to town; if the machinery-store owner didn't have a head to fit, he would have to write to Chicago and there would be a wait. Meantime, I would have to pump -water for the cattle by hand. It soured me on life. My mother watched us feeling sor-rv for ourselves, watched us moon ing over tnvials.

Sunday dinner was usually a happy time, but today we hardly talked at all. Another batch of sows was probably out. Tomorrow I would have to hill the sweet pota'toes. Then go and pump water for those damned cattle. They'd probably get blackleg and die before we could sell 'em.

Ma broke her silence. "It's a nice day. Let's all go down and visit the Poor Farm The inmates were supposed to be at their best on Sunday. But what a bestl There were about thirty sitting in the yard, or rocking on the porch, or puttering around. There was a squirrel cage in the yard; it had a cylinder so that the squirrel could run 'round and 'round.

Two or three of the old people were watching the squirrel, for it was almost the only thing they had in the way of entertainment. There was a boy about my age, a paralytic, who, when he walked, dragged one foot. A bell rang, later; from all over the yard the wretched people got up and started toward a room that served as a dining hall. An old man in wheel chair, but he could not propel it himself and had to depend on others. So I laid hold of the chair and pushed him over the grassless, hard-packed jprd and up a kind of ramp into the dining hall.

Then into a corner of the room where a lanhoard was leaning against the it ud. he placed it before him and waited for the other inmates, who acted as waiters, bring him something to eat. After supper the poor old wrecks went back to their places on the porch, or on the benches in the yard, with nothing to look forward to till the next meal. Those who didn't go had to stay, and help wash the dishes As Pa and Ma and Phebe and I walked about the yard, we could see the miserable old people washing dishes and hear them banging the pans One by one, as they finished their jobs, they came limping bark to the porch and to the benches Someone had got into another seat and a ouarrel arose Fint one prr- son spoke, taking sides, then some-o-c answered, pretty soon they were a i quarreling One old man had an evil-looking pc He had whittled ft piece -of into a sort sf tamper which tied with a string and dangled lmm a button on his coat He fHhcd some crumbs of tobacco out hn pocket and tamped them down with hm little wooden Hick. At last we started home, depressed by the sights we hid seen Little Utile, at got away from the p.nie.

we began to talk. More cheerful than we had talked in days When we sat down to our own Sunday supper, out low had disappeared We ikhod and Joked as we hadn't dona dnss The steers still had war-' the sows were probably out. i' w.ndmill head wouldn't be along fnr days But that was sll right It seemed to us wa were the luckiest the world. Nothing had it urged Only ourselves. Mv mother, sitting at the end of table by the kitchen, looked at us chattmg and laughing, but said nothing.

That wtl hef waj. ran past our farm was Exposition Little-Egypt Pa'd say: "They've got good corn through here," or "They run white-faced cattle through ehaitP his head and say, "We're goin' through a strip of hardpan You can't raise anything on hardpan." We arrived at the depot, where there was a fearful ringing of bells and blowing of whistles and people rmrrvinc in all directions. nun- ners" for rooming houses pounced nut and seized our grips, saying they would carry them for "Don't let 'em," shouted Pa. "Don take any chances. Then we saw Mr.

and Mrs. Day Mr Dav was a small man wun large mustache, and Mrs. Day was a very large woman, but how good they looked to us! In a few minutes we were on a streetcar, the first I ever saw, racing through acres and acres of houses. Pa cautiously asked Mr Day how he was doing. Mr.

Day worked at the stockyards and it developed that he was doing better than he had on the (arm Pa was shocked through and through The next day we started to the oiinds Klags were fly- filay.ng, and great stages filled vuth gay people dashed by the drivers shouting at the and warning people out of the way ra "Somebody will fore the day is over." be killed be ne said We found it was almost impowi-hie to keep together. we arranged for a plare to meet at noon and cat the things Mrs Day had put up Here. Homer." Pa said, "is half dollar i dashed away like a colt out of a sinble It 1 supreme sight-General Nelson A Miles, the Indian fighter, covered with braid Hanging at his side was a gold sword h.m for captur- had been given h.m ior SODA SPRINGS SUN, SODA SPRINGS, IDAHO homer J3fok SERVICE Mr Ou the ulliujj llRht ol way that wnicn said "Omaha 99 miles." HeW many times I had looked at that and wondered what Omaha was like. In 1898, Omaha announced it was going to have an "Exposition," and. soon the papers were filled with stones about the Exposition.

By the time summer arrived, everybody in our neighborhood was talking about the Exposition. Some had already gone and had brought back breathless tales of what they'd seen Enoch Day, a neighbor who lived half a mile from us, had sold his farm and gone to Omaha Pa said anybody who sold his farm and moved to a city had seen his best days. Ma had always corresponded with Mrs. Day, so now Mrs Day wrote and said if we would come to the Exposition we could stay with them To my great de light, Pa said that as soon as we harvested, we'd go Omaha, I'd actually see it with my own eyes At last the great day came. It was arranged that Phebe was marker Lchance to get big mail.

stay at home "to take care of one of the neighbors was to come in and chore So we got in the hack and the neighbor who was to do the chores drove us to Wilcox, and we got on the train. As many times as I'd watched trains roar past our farm, I'd never been on one. But now I was on one and it was racing along at an incredible speed. Cinders beat through the windows on the red plush seats and smoke filled our eyes. But that was all right.

We were going to the Exposition! Every now and then tered everywhere, delighted at the Suddenly I heard the most weird, titillating noise I had ever' encountered my life and saw something that made my eyes procession of camels with Arabs perched on them, each Arab wearing a red fez. On the swaying and lurching camels were the musicians who were producing the exciting, unbelievable sounds. I fell in behind, along with many others. The procession turned into a section of the Midway called "The Streets of Cairo." Both sides were lined with bazaars selling oriental goods, and with fortune tellers and there were signs over doors advertising shows put on by whirling dervishes. I stood entranced, but afraid that, some way or other, this was going to cost me money.

For I kept asking, "How can they let a person see such wonderful sights free?" Then something even more titillating took place before aston ished eyes. On a platform in front of one of the buildings there was a burst of oriental music, and, as I edged up, I saw two most voluptuous dancing painted on it, and the words, Little In a moment the curtains parted and a girl in a veil swayed out, and my eyes jumped again. Then she began to undulate in time to the music, her hips mov ing rhythmically from side to side and ending in a little jerk. As that wasn't enough, she suddenly began to shake and quiver all over, thousand muscles twitching ana pulsating and her hips going faster and faster. My lips grew dry; it seemed to me I could hardly breathe.

man shouted through a mega phone, "You see on the platform be fore you the famous 'Little Egypt who danced' for millions at the World's Fair in As he talked he drew us in closer, me very willing to be dfewn. Then he dropped his voice and in a confidential tone began telling about the intriguing wonders to be seen within. Behind those curtains is a stage, and when Little Egypt comes out on that stage to entertain you with her captivating dances, all the clothes the little lady will have on, can be sent anywhere in the United States for a two-cent postage stamp." Little Egypt then gave a few more wiggles and went inside, whereupon the ticket seller began to shout at the top of his voice. I stood hesitating, torn between right and wrong, trying to gaze past the curtains into the alluring, seductive beyond. But it would cost a quarter.

Could I afford it? I decided I could. I entered, my heart already thumping. Men were seated on folding chairs, but on the sides some men were standing, all looking at the bizarre curtains. After a few minutes the curtains were drawn revealing what it seemed to me a true-to-life oriental harem. The music began again, and two or three girls came out, swaying from side to side and making their hands go like snakes.

Never had I dreamed such a thing existed in the world. I felt guilty and a little ashamed, but also tremendously stimulated and aroused. At last the curtain fell and the show was over. But not quite, for a man stepped out and told us we hadn't seen anything yet, and that there was going to be another show which would make the one we had seen seem as tame, he said, as washing dishes. He described just what was to be seen, my mouth getting drier and drier.

But this show would cost fifteen cents. Could I afford it? I decided I could. Again the curtains parted, and again Little Egypt came swaying out. But this show wasn nearly as exciting as the first. The curtains dropped, with little or no ceremony, and the performance was over.

A terrifying thought laid hold of me what if my mother should be nd should see Montgomery Ward Building, a man with a megaphone called out, "Come in, come in. and see -what it is'" I paused and studied the situation. I could see it wasn't going to be another Little Egypt, for no one was SEWING CIRCLE NEEDLEWORK Dainty Frock for the Little Girl i dark-skinned 1 ITTLE girls of two, three and men sitting on their haunches, their four years will aaore uiw knees as hieh as their shoulders, dainty frock with the gay four-inch playing strange musical instruments, i duck applique. Pretty very Over the building was a banner witn Pattern includes sizes and 4 years. Fieces irom your scrap bag can fashion the ap plique.

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