Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 1, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 January 1910 — Page 2

T*E HAPPY KABXXAQE. f 1 How bleat has my time been, what Joy* have I known. Since wedlock’s soft bondage has made Jessy my own! So Joyful my heart, la, so easy my chain. That freedom is tasteless, and roving a pain. . » mThrough walks grown with woodbines, as often we stray, Around us our boys and girls frolic and play: How pleasing their sport Ist The wanton ones see. And borrow their looks from my Jessy and me. To try her sweet temper, ofttimes am I seen; In revels all day with the nymphs on the green; Though painful my absence, my doubts she beguiles, And meets me at night with complacence and smiles. What though on her cheek the rose loses its hue, Her wit and good humor bloom all the year through; Time still, ae it flies, adds Increase to her truth. And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth. Te shepherds so gay, who make love to ensnare And cheat with false vows the too credulous fair. In search of true pleasure, how vainly you ream! To hold it for life, you must find it at hom& —Edward Moore.

Ether

1 found myself ln a little brown bout, on u wide, blue sea that began und ended in the round of the sky. The bout had no oars or sail, but it went swiftly, cutting a white track upon the swelling waters. The sun made u golden blaze, and a salt breeze trfew. I felt cleansed by the sun and ulr, und the soils of life seemed washed from me and my memory. The last to go was a numbness in my head; as If I was being hurt without feeling it. When the numbness was gone I laughed; and the blue swell leapt at the boat as if It answered. Presently a green island rose out of the sea and grew against the sky; a long, sloping hillside, covered with a carpet of flowers and grasses, and fringed with a border of glistening sand —many-colored, sand, like tiny moonstones. A creek of smooth sap phlre water ran into the breast of the mountain, and ended ln a pool overhung by weeping willows. The little boat took me there, moving slowly now, and with a pleasant ripple. A long tree-trunk lay along one bank, like a quay. Another little boat rested beside It. A woman ln a flowing white robe sat upon the trunk, with her sandalled feet upon the boat. She was bright like the sea, and the breeze, und the flowers of the wonderful island—as If she had come fresh from the mint of creation —and she looked up and smiled at me without boldness or shyness; and I left my boat splashing in the water, and sift beside her. “What place Is this?” I asked. **l do not know,” she answered. Her voice was fresh, like everything else. “I have Just come.” "Where did you come from?" "I do not know. And you?" "I do not know either,” .1 told her, “but I think we have Just died.” "Yea,” she agreed. "I think so; and I think this Is our new life.” "Like Adam and Eve,” I suggested; und she smiled and nodded. “We will call each other that.” she assented; and we looked at each other for a long while. "You are very beautiful. Eve," I said. "Am I?” She clapped her hands und laughed. “I was wondering!” “I shall like you reigr much,” I told her. f "I shall like you, too, of course,” she said, with a soft look ln her eyes. "That Is why we came here, I think. I saw your eyes call me.” "I remember that,” I said. "I did set like to go alone; and you looked so sorry for me, and —I do not remember anything else. I must try to remembur." I set my Ups and frowned; but I could not remember; and presently she touched my arm. "Does it matter?” she asked; and I looked Into her deep brown eyes. "No,” I said. “It does not matter. Eve. We will make this new world happy for each other. Still, should like to remember.” "I am happy,” the said, “and I do not want te remember; and I do not want you to remember, Adam." “Dear Adam,” I corrected. "I meant that, of course. You are very dear te me. That Is why I do not want you te remember. You might find something dearer ln your memory, perhaps another Eve. You must never remember. Adam. When I eay that” —eke smiled at me—"l always mean •dear Adam."’ “Dearest Eve. I cannot help If I remember. or do not remember." » "Ah! But you can. There Is a tree. There was one In another garden; and the other Eve was curious—the first Eve—and she tasted it; and she showed It te Adam. Afterwards be knew more than die. or tbe knowledge made more difference to him—l think It was that—and she was sorry. Women were always sorry afterwards. So I si tail not show you the tree." "You know It, then?" I asked. “Te*-1 —I think so." Btoe looked flown at her feet

”How did you find out?” “Something whispered. It said that it would not hart me to know. I expect that is right, because —because I should always like you so much that It wouldn’t matter. Men are different. When they know ” She shook her head. “There Is no one else here; but you might wish there was—ls you remembered.” “You seem to be very wise, Eve,” I said. “I think, when you went and looked at the tree—didn't you taste It?” She rose hastily. “Let us go and look at the Island,” she said. But I caught her by the arm. “Did you. Ever’ I asked. “Nb-o,” she said slowly. “At least Do come and look at the Island, Adam.” “Look at me. Eve,” I said; and when she turned her head away, I took her face between my hands, and held It In front of mine. “I never will again,” she said, “and —please kiss me, Adam.” % I kissed her, and wo wandered through the groves with our arms round each other, and ate berries, and drank from a little spring that flowed from the rocks. We made cups with our hands, and gave the water to each other. - "Do you remember If we knew each other before, dearest Eve?” I asked. “In the world where we lived?” But she ghook her head. “No," she said, “I do not remember. It was a great world of many people, I think; and they did not really know each other often; not as we do. If we went back there we might not know that we were meant for each other, might not find each other. That Is why Ido not want to go back. I think we shall be happy together, because Do you not like to kiss me, Adam?” I kissed her. “I like to,” I said, "Then you always may,” she assured me. m . "You may, too," I offered; but she Bhook her head. “Oh, no?” she said. “Not—not unless you ask me.” "Did the tree tell you that?" I asked. “I don’t want to talk about the tree,” she said. “You mustn't, Adam. If you do ” She flung herself into my arms suddenly, and bunt Into tears. “If you do, you will go back, back to the world where —where you might not find meA I stroked her hair, and comforted her. “I don’t want to go back, Eve,” I said. “We won’t talk about It any more. But ff I went back, and found you? Would It matter, then?” “Of course not! If you found me—nothing could matter then. But I am so afraid you wouldn’t. Let ua go and pick those flowers, Adam. You shall put them In my hair; and I will kiss you for them.” “May you kiss me. if I give you flowers?” I asked. She laughafl at me, with- her head on one side, showing her white teeth; and I was sure that. In the world we came from, there was no one so beautiful. “I am going to,” she said. And I picked the flowers, and put them In her pretty hair, and she kissed me; and we went hand In hand through the wonderful Island singing. And this was s song that she sang: O little tinging bird, O little emlllng rose. The world la Just one word— A woman knows! O mother earth so tall, O mighty rolling deeps, The secret of it all , A woman keeps O sun and moon and sky. And blinking stars above. You* know no mors than I— '* -- i -( “It Is a pretty tong.” I said, “but what !■ the secret? And why do you oiily hum It? The last word?” "Because you must guess it,” she said. “But you can’t" "Well,” I said, "1 don’t want to. I don’t suppose I should agree, because I know what 1 think beat about this I new world.”

“What Is that?” she enquired, with her head on one side. ’’You. ot course,” I told her. “You are bo very beautiful.” And then she shook my arm and laughed at me. “You will find out some day, Adam!” she declared. “Let us go and gather more flowers; and you shall put them in my hair.” “And you will kiss me then?” I asked. "Why, yes!" said she. I thought the kissing had something to do with the secret. So, whe/never we came to flowers, I gathered them and put them in her hair, because I wanted to learn the secret; and because It was such a strange new pelnsure to kiss her, and ah# looked so pleased to be kissed. She sang the song many times, bat always stopped at the last word and smiled; and when I wanted to know what ..It was, she hung on to my arm and laughed up at me. “Do you think I am nice, Adam?” she asked. “Yes,” I said. “I like you. Eve. You. are beautiful.” “That la because I have pretty flowers lb my hair,” she told me. “Shall I find some more?” I suggested. “Yes,” she agreed; and laughed again. We walked round the Island till the sun grew low. We came back to the pool where we had landed, Just as the great yellow disc sank below the horizon, and the red flooded the sea. Our boats rocked In the pool and the water lapped the edge, and rustled the sand of many-colored moonstones. The birds twittered as they went to their nests, and the willows wayed softly over the water; and • Eve sat with her chin on her hands, looking at it; and I sat and looked at her. Her eyes were deep and thoughtful; but mine were restless. And presently she put out her hand and I took It. “What is it, dear Eve?” I asked. “I want you to think of me as I think of you,” she said, with a tearful softness In. bur voice. “I like you very much,” I told her, "better than the sea, or the flowers, or anything." "Why?” she asked. "You can talk, and they cannot.” She shrugged her shoulders. "Would you like the flowers as well as me If they could talk?” she demanded. “No,” I said. “They would not he so beautiful; and perhaps they would not like me so well.” “No, 1 ' she said. “No one would- . Suppose there was another—another Eve? Would you like her as well?” “How can I tell without seeing her?” I asked, and Eve gave a sharp cry. “I should never like anyone else so well as you,” she said. “Besides —like Isn’t I®e word, Adam.” “Isn’t it?’’. I asked. She shook her head. “Is it —the word that you won’t say?” She nodded. , “Do you want to know the word?” she asked. “Yes,” I said; and she sighed. “Come," she commanded, and we wandered round the edge of the pool together, and came to a little low tree, with fruit like cherries and she and. so did I; and suddenly the world seemed to change, and I; and my heart felt big with my liking toward her. “The word Is—love! ’’ I cried. “Dear Eve! I love you!" "Dear Adam!” she answered. "I love you—so much!’’ We stood folded in each other’s arms till the moon rose out of the waters. The twittering of the birds ceased, and the waves grew still, and no longer lashed the moon-hand up and down the shore. It was so quiet that we could oount our heart-beats, and they sounded louder and louder; and then there was a ripple In the water, and the boats drew slowly near to" us; and Eve gave a cry, and so did I. "Adam!" she walled. “Dear Adam! I must go Ln the boat alone, back to the other world. And you must follow. We have loet our Eden —till you find me. If you do not find me! Or if we find each other and do not know? We shall think that this was only a dream, and be afraid to speak of It Our Ups will be closed to each other, and our lives— O Adam!” “We will not go,” I cried, fiercely; but the boats grounded on the beach, and our arras fell from each other, and I knew that we must go—alone! "We will remember!" I declared, as 1 helped her Into the boat; for she sobbed so that she could scarcely stand. “What shall I say to tell you that I remember?" “Give me—flowers," she gasped. “Put them—ln —my hair Good-by! Oh! Kiss me, Adam! If we never meet —" “We will meet," I vowed. “I know we Shall meet." “But we may not remember, t>r understand T” “We shall remember and understand,” I declared. “Good-bye—my Eve!" “Good-by Oh. Adam!” Her boat went slowly across the pool, out at the opening. I watched her sKtfng, e bowed, *fclte •guvs, is the stern; watched till her boat was out of eight. Then I entered mine and we slipped away softly ln the moonlight, away over the tllver-gray sea, going swiftly and more swiftly; and the stars came out and blinked, and s soft breeze blew, and the still see swelled stronger end stronger; end in the moonlight I new the peek of the wonderful Island sink below the horlson; and then the moon went out under s great black aloud, end tile see grew rougher and the Vlad stronger, and white spray flew over l&e prdw ot the boat end blew from U> of

the waves till I seamed to fly t&ixmga a stinging snowstorm. Through the spray a great, black mountain seemed to rise. I thought It was the world of memories. The numbness came ‘back, to my head, and I knew that I was being hurt without feeling it. Then the moon came out again, and I saw a shining, black-gray sea, like dull silver, and a black, rocky doast with little lights dotted about It, and a bright light, high on the cliffs, that flashed and seemed to pierce me. A row of breakers lay Just underneath, and the waves sprang up In sheets of foam. The boat heeded straight for them. I sprang up tad gave a cry. There was a cruel flash from the beacon, and a cruel crash as the boat struck upon the rock; and I went whirling round ln the foam, and the water roared in my ears. S * I opened my eyes, and the ansedthetlst stood beside my bed, smiling his pleasant smile. 1 “ II l"i ii iliiisii successful,” he said. ‘ Uliinfir~aa again in a fortnight. And what did you dream about?" “Adam and Eve," I said, with a little laugh—lt sounded miles away. “It was a great nonsense; but It was pleasant nonsense.” A womans’ voice gave a little cry—and I knew it for Eve’s. I tried to turn on my bed to look; but the anaesthetist had put his hand on my shoulder. “It is Miss Lester,” he said; “the nurse, you know. She fainted Just before you went off, and has only Just come around. So we have bad cur hand? full.” “Yes, you naughty girl,” said the cheery voice of Dr. Ryan, the surgeon. “What do you mean by it, eh?” “I don’t know. I felt as if—l was hypnotized. I am so sorry. I heard a sound like soft crying. When they know they will think I am not fit for—” “Tut, tut,” said Dr. Ryan’s voice. “We aren’t going to tell anybody; and I dare say your patient will forgive you for deserting him. She doesn't do this sort of thing usually, Mr. Redman. She’s my very best nurse. * How are you feeling!’ He came and looked at me. “A little muddled after the*efcher, eh?” -T “I am all right,” I said. “Please ask Miss Lester not to worry, and—l hope she will nurse me.” “Of course she will. Now, Miss Lester! You’d and lie down.” “Ye-es. I will say good-night to Mr. Redman first.” A white face looked down upon me—the face of Eve! And now I-remembered that 1 had watched It as I lay with the 'cone over my mouth, and the world faded, and had wished that it could come with me Into the great unknown. “I am glad that It is over,” she said, with a catch ln her voice. “You will soon be well; and you wlll,not remember my foolishness.” .

I held out my hand—lt seemed to weigh a ton —and ahe took it “I shall remember —everything,” I assured her. “Will you order me some flowers, Dr. Ryan? To come to-mor-row morning, - without fall? A great basket of kowers. I want to give them to Miss Lester." “Yes,” he said, with a laugh. "Yes!" He moved away, talking to the anaesthetist “You will accept them?” I whispered. “Yes,” She answered; and a pink oolor came to her white cheeks. “Yes.” “I wiU put them—ln your hair,” I whispered. “Eve? Do you remember?” “I remember," she said, “and —you Shall put them ln my hair. Goodnight" “Good night dear.” “Dear—good-night.” She turned at the door, and smiled for a moment and was gpne; and I lay and smiled, and listened idly to the doctcys talking. “Strange that she should have fainted.” eeld the surgeon’# voice at the table by the window. “She has plenty of nerve, ae a rule. Ie he anything to her, do you think?" ”1 don’t think eo,” said the voles of the anesthetist “I fancy the apparatus leaked a little. Some people are very susceptible to ether."—Black and White.

A Brave Man.

Former Governor William Sprague, of Rhode Island, celebrated recently hie 79th birthday. He ls the only surviving war Governor. A reporter questioned Governor Sprague one day at Narraganset about bravery. “There Is a finer bravery shown ln civil than ln military life,” the veteran statesman said. “I remember one of our Providence Are chiefs. A green fireman resigned from the Providence service because his chief, he said, was cruel and Inhuman. * ’How cruel end Inhuman?* they asked him. " ’Why,' the fireman whined, ‘at last week's tenement fire he ordered me to carry a section of hoes right In between two walls that were Just on the point of tumbling’ , “ ‘And what did you dor "*I refused, of course. 1 told the chief it wee as much ae a mgn’s life wga worth to go in there, and I wouldn’t do it’ . ’’ ‘Well, what did the chtef do thenT “‘Ha. ha. ha! The crazy fool carried the hoee ln himself.'"

His Idea of It.

"|t*» a blooming shame," uld the Westerner who wo somewhat of a botanist. “What laT” asked the Inquisitive person. "The cactus." —Cleveland Leader. The older a man hill# he 1* -ompeUe<U^M|

GOOD ROADS

A Split Loss. A few years ago a Missouri farmer named Ring became disgusted, as many a farmer has been before and since that time. With the condition of the highway between his farm and the neighboring village. He studied the situation, and one day devised a rude, contrivance to smooth the rough places and round up the surface from the ditch to the center so as to drain off the water. It was a simple affair, made of a log split Into two eqiikl parts, a few braces between them, and a chain,by wbloh the horses hauled >the drag with him upoii It. He tried It after a train, when the road was soft, and It Worked so well that Its fame, and the fame of the improved road, spread through the neighborhood, and thence 4ar and wide. That was the modest beginning and now the split-log drag, which any farmer or road commissioner can make In a few'hours. Is revolutionizing the methods of maintaining dirt roads — methods which have always been notoriously expensive and ineffective. The drag was not patented, and its Inventor, with nothing to sell, and only as a good roads enthusiast, has toured the country, telling gatherings of farmers, road commissioners and local officials the marvploua"results, both ln immediate Improvement and Jn the subsequent cheapness of maintenance, accomplished In the middle West, ithere the drag is now in general use. Indeed, ln one state, lowa, Its use on all country roads is now required by legislative enactment The great value of good roads to the agricultural interests of the country is appreciated everywhere. A comparatively small mileage of the roads can be surfaced with crushed stone or gravel, and in the cheap and effective maintenance of the prevailing dirt roads, the device, primitive In appearance, made from a split log and backed by the energy of an-intelligent Western fanner, promises to be a most Important agent.

Unlqne Good Roads Move. William Burnes, carrier for rural route N<J. 9, from Brenham, Tex., to Independence, is a strong good roads advocate and has some original Ideas about the best way to improve the roads. - Some time ago he started an independent movement to get the people along his route to help him keep the road ln good condition and asked them to form an organization, to be known as the Good Roads Association of R. F. D., No. 9, and to contribute monthly dues to such an organization to maintain a team to work on this road, dragging it with a spilt log drag or doing such other work on It as could be done by this team, he agreeing, without compensation, to superintend the work. / He sent out circulars to all the people along his route, setting forth his plans, and asked them to Join the association. On one occasion he met a large number that live along this route at Prairie Hill. The association was organized, and Mr. Burnes was elected manager, secretary and treasurer and F. W. Quebe and Carl Marcus directors.

Engllik Highway Policy. Two points in the recently proposed British bill to provide for the economic development of tho United Kingdom and the improvement of the roads therein are worthy of notice ln the United States. The program of the bill provides for special motor roads to be exclusively or chiefly for the use of motor oars, the rood board having authority to Improve existing roads or to construct new roads for that purpose. The board may acquire land for this purpose by right of eminent domain and may also acquire land adjacent thereto for a width 220 yards distant from the middle of the rdad, which land they may sell, lease or control, the increment therefrom being used for the maintenance or construction of this claae of highways.

Some Good Roods Pointers. Good roads mean as much as good crops to the farmers If macadam roads are to be maintained at their best, the sprinkling cart la a dally necessity. The longer the delay In building good roads the greater the c< st. Until produce is hauled t< market H Isn’t really produced. If the road Is poor, good birses and good vehicles oount for llttfl

THE LAYING ON OF LANDS

A Method of Healing Whtok W M Mr . Hctwl la far CoaatleM Agree. For countless ages among barbaric,* pagan and Christian peoples the belief wo current that Individuals diseased and "curtailed of their fair preportlons" could ba healed by "tpueh," by the "breath," by words end prayer, by the wearing of aipulets and talismans, by "charms" of svery conceivable and Inconceivable kind. The licsl ng of the sick by the application iof binds la or vast antiquity. It la to be tauid In the records snd the practices of the early Egyptians snd Jews, tie Assyrians and Indians. One of tjas earliest recorded rn the <

with the supposed nesting powers og the kingly “touch.” It was believed for a long time that living together and breathing upon & sidcly person would produce salutary t as well A harmful effects. Young children and virgins were supposed to have the power to “cure” by breathing upon the patient and sprinkling him with their own blood. This method of “cure” Is mentioned by Galen,’Pliny and Virgil. - A Teutonic writer, Hufeland by name, from his vast reservoir of experience, gravely informs us that “when we consider how efficactoufc for lameness are freshly opened animals, or the laying of a living animal upon any painful affection, we must feel convinced that these methods are not to be thrown aside.” Curing by “words” was common ln the early'ages. They cast out the disease spirits by exorcism. Ulysses, mythology has It, stopped a hemorrhage by words, styptic words, evidently. Cato cured sprains by the same means. Various astrological signs Inscribed’ upon amulets and talismans—of minerals or of metals —were supposed to prevent and to cure diseases When worn on the body of the sufferer. Herbs, roots, loadstones, bloodstones, pieces of amber, images of saints, were also worn for the same reason. The Buddhists, for instance, had a sort of religious reverence for the sapphire. They called It the stone of stones

QUEER STORIES

Steel needles were first made ln England ln 1545. Phonographic shorthand writing was the Invention of Pitman in 1837. The municipality of Peterborough, England, has enriched its treasury perceptibly by engaging In the celery business. White pepper comes from the same berry as black pepper. White pepper .. Is the seed only, while black pepper is the entire fruit. For the Anglo-Japanese exhiSitlon to be held in London in; 1910 Japanese imperial and provincial governments have voted f 1,600,000 for expenses. Outside the west central district postofflee ln London a postman has been stationed with a large bag to act as “letter box,” the boxes having been closed. ( The United States sells as large quantities of canned fruits to England and Germany as Frarifce does, the annual shipments from here amounting to 1500,000 to $600,000. -•'* "X - A compass-testing station, near “Berlin, is a unique adjunct to the German navy. The testing power Is subject to pitching, rotating, shaking and every motion to which a warship Is liable ln service. Refrigerated staterooms are found on three new ships engaged in the fruit service between New Orleans and Colon. Each room is fitted with a cooling “radiator” operated ln connection with the refrigerating system that has been installed for preserving fruit ln transit. Great Britain buys more goods from the United States than from any other three principal countries in the world —5620,000,000 worth In 1908; $110,000,000 more than from France, Germany and Holland combined, according to the July report of the department of trades and commerce of Canada. An air steam engine has been Invented by a professor of engineering ln one of the Western colleges of America. In this invention a cylinder is filled with compressed atmospheric air Into which saturated steam is Introduced. The chief merit claimed for this system is that cylinder condensation Is almost totally avoided by the high temperature of air compression and high superheat of the mixture.

The Kind of Critter He Was.

It was at the Cliff Dwellers. Chicago's literary club, and one of the members had just made & terrible, Irremediable break about another —made It In his presence and that of several other members. “What ought I do now?*' oked the break-maker, much embarrassed. “If I were you," suggested Fred Richardson, the artist, who had heard the whole proceeding, “I should go out and wiggle my ears and sat another thistle." —Success Magaslne.

Frather Was an Invalid.

It had been a hard day In ths field and father and son were very hungry. The only things eatable on the table were twelve very large apple dumplings. The father had consumed ten while the boy was eating one, and i then both reached for the one remain- * Ing. * "8on," pleaded the farmer, “you wouldn't take the last apple dumpling from your poor sick pa. would you?"— Success Magailne.

Non-Committal Caddy.

Golfey—Dlyqu think I shall make a good player, boy? Caddy*—l canaa tell. Wl* daisy beads and worm-casta ye'H be what ye’d ca* vera hot stuff, but I doot ye’ll be much gold wl* the ba’!—The BystAhder.

Galling for Pa.

Young Hopeful (being Initiated Inte the game of golf, after three strenuous attempts on the part of ps to hit Jlhe bell)~What's the little white hall 'for, father?—The Sketch.