Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 2, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 January 1910 — Page 2

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THE TERRIBLE MAN-EATER.

A T**er Thnt Killed R«gnUrl 7 PHt«*B K«Htci a Month. There has been much argument as to what prompts a tiger to turn to a diet of human flesh. In most cases It probably begins almost by accident. A tiger, after two or three nights of hunting without a kill, waits hungrily beside a jungle path for what may pass. Perhaps it has been beaten off and bruised by some animal which it had attacked, and besides being half famished, Is In no mood to tackle large and dangerous game. It chances that some sauntering native, a child, perhaps, or woman, thrusts irresistible temptation In Its way. Having once learned how feeble a thing a man is, how es*lix. killed and how palatable. It tries agjrif* and yet again, until It becomes the scourge of man. The theory that a man-eater is always an old tiger, more or less toothless and feeble, which has found the strain of catching vigorous wild game too muh for Its falling strength, has been upset by the bagging of notorious man-eaters, which were found to be young animals In the full pride of their powers; and it is likely that the taste for human blood Is passed on from mother to child, the tigress, herself a man-eater, teaching her cubß to hunt as she hunts. How terrible a \hing a man-eater can be may be judged from the fact that a tiger generally kills every second night, whether Its quarry be man or beast. Having killed, it makes a meal that night, then drags the carcass somewhere Into cover and more or less conceals It as a dog may hide a bone. On the next night its habit is to return to the same kill, and It Is in that second visit that the hunter usually finds his opportunity^ It is not the rule for a tiger to return a third time, not because it is above eating carrion, but seemingly it tires of the carcass which it has already twice mumbled over. Thus one tiger has been known to kill regularly its fifteen natives a . month with almost mechanical punctuality. Another. which seemingly did not confine Itself entirely to human flesh, devdured an average of eighty persons, men and women, for several years; while yet another Is reported to have killed 127 persons and to have stopped traffic on a public road for mftny weeks. Many a tiger has killed more human beings than any man has ever scored tigers. On the other hand, if sportsmen sometimes fail to bag tbelr tiger without excuse, native women have been known to beat off the “deepmouthed brute, dread of the brown man." with nothing more formidable than a bamboo cane.

WOULDN’T IT BE INTERESTING

On* Man's Pine Arsnment Against Vote* for Women* Chicago boasts among its wealthy residents one man—a cynic—who has arisen with a new argument against votes for women. Recently he wrote a little “piece” for a newspaper which, setting forth his views, is not uninteresting. He starts in graciously conceding that the “average woman has sense enough to caßt a ballot,” but goes on to say: “Those Legislatures ■which grant to women at large the suffrage will not be adding anything to the sweet calm of the family fireside, but they wUI be Introducing into many households a nice, bright, inno-cent-looking can of nitroglycerine, which sooner or later will receive from some member of the family a swift and hearty kick.” How equal suffrage may work is pictured by him as follows: “Suppose lam an old-time Republican, living in a Republican ward and in a precinct that usnally goes Republican by a small majority. My wife knows that I vote Republican and that we usually win. She also knows that in our neighborhood there are many undesirable things, from a woman's point of view. There are too many saloons. The school is not Just what she likes, the butcher’s and grocer’s bills are altogether too high. The Republicans rule the land. My wife reasons the Republicans are to blame. Therefore, my good Bpouse, being now a voter, thinks a change would be a good thing and. being a social woman of ready speech and great persuasive powers, she talks and argues with our neighbors’ wives on all possible occasions and persuades them, too, that a change would be beneficial. This kind of electioneering goes on until election day, when the whole bunch marches to the polls and votes the Democratic ticket The morning after election I see by my daily paper that the Republican candidate in my precinct was beaten by a small majority. Do I go to breakfast with a smiling face and congratulate my better half on the success of her campaign? Well hardly!”

A GREAT MISSIONARY FIELD.

*«W Tork’a ETaacrllral ConaihlN Dom Splratfld Work la laaiarr. The Evangellcon Committee of Greater New York haa aUrted it* annual summer campaign, writes Mabel P. Daggett, of New York, in tke Delineator. Representatives from eight denominations of the city churches constitute Its membership. This will tie the fifth year of the work. The Movement is unique among evongelia-

tie efforts. Many men have been moved to exhort New York to righteousness. Dwight L. Moody used every now and then to swing around here in his circuit with a warning cry against the modern Babylon, and in a whirlwind revival at Cooper Union or the Grand Central Palace bring sinners by the hundred sobbing to repentance. “New York is the moOt godless city of a continent,” some ten years ago exclaimed Rev. Thomas Dixon, me young Don Quixote at the head of his People’s Church, riding full tilt against the stronghold of Tammany Hall. “It 1b the city of Satan. We will take it for God," said Dowie, who led his Restoration Hosts in a spectacular invasion, ultimately emptying all the rials of his wrath in Madison Square Garden. “New York is the wickedest city on earth, except Paris,” says Rev. L. G. Broughton, who periodically comes from Atlanta, Ga., to lash the metropolis for its flaunting cases and its lethargic churches. Even an Indian came not long ago. “The way for New York to be good is to worship the sun," Said Wounded Elk, of the Yaquia. New York is the greatest missionary field in the world. Everybody with a message brings It here. None has read it deeper Into the lives of the community than the summer gospel workers. It started with the discovery announced one spring at a religious meeting. New York is not absent in summer. New York is here in summer. Comparatively few of the people go away—among those few the clergy. There began the movement for an open Bible In New York In the summer time. Let the churches close. Only one-third of the population ever enters them, anyhow. Take the preaching to the people in the out-of-doors. To arrange for this they formed the Evangelical Committee. Its treasurer Is John S. Huyler, the famous candy manufacturer. Its active propaganda is under the direction of a superintendent, Rev. Dr. Arthur J. Smith. With this organization In the field, the regular preachers now take their summer vacation with a clear conscience.

The Modern Girl.

"If anybody doubts the emancipation of the modern girl just let him walk down some street where sporting bulletins are shown between 4 and 5 o’clock in the afternoon and be will mighty soon be convinced,” said the New York man with the red mustache. “There are mobs of women abroad at that time who seem almost as deeply interested in baseball and racing news as the men. Nice, proper looking girls they are, too. They do not hang around the corner where the men congregate, but slide off into a&gtationery or confectionery store near by where they can loaf around and peep out every few seconds to see how the game Is going. “There is one Broadway drug store that has become the favorite haunt of these althletlc young women. Every day a squad of them comes trooping in for the ostensible purpose of guzzling soda water, but in reality to learn whether the Cubs are beating the Giants or whether a favor ite horse-is getting to the post on time. Strange to say, they do not do much talking—for women. Their education in outdoor sports has had a sobering effect, and when they do talk their remarks are almost ’TTfiljV* l enough to be made by a man.” ~'' l[

An Emperor’s Orderly.

An old soldier from the Invalides, says the London Express, employed to open office doors from 9 to 4, was registered under the title, “the emperor’s orderly.” The manager of the Insurance company which hired the man inquired why he so styled himself. The old soldier stumped In and saluted. “Of what emperor are you the orderly?" he inquired. The old man drew himself up to attention. “I am the orderly of the emperor,” he said, “Napoleon, le petit corporal.” "But he is dead. lie has been dead some time," answered the puzzled manager. “I dust his tomb for him!” growled th» old soldier.

The Ouly Way.

"It takes a woman to outwit a lawyer,” declared a woman to a lawyer. The lawyer looked incredulous, and the woman went on: “I know it sounds incredible, still there are occasions when a lawyer is not the chief beneficiary of a suit “A friend of mine in the West sued a railroad company for damages and secured a verdict of $25,000, which was paid. Her counsel didn’t get a penny of it "She married him,”, the woman concluded, with a triumphant smile.

Awful Confession.

“Mother," said the repentant “I’ve a dreadful thing to confess to you. Last night when you told me to He down in bed. I lied down, but after you turned out the gas I grounded my teeth at you in the dark!”

One Cause of Laughter.

“Man is the only animal that laugha,” observes the Philosopher of Ffllly, “and he only does it as a rule, to avoid offending the fellow Mho tola the story "

In Her Favor.

There’s one thing to be said in a woman’s favor. She seldom starts ont with the avowed Intention of having "a high old time.” What would become of the Salvation Army If the guitar and baas drum factories should fail?

For The Children

Ji. K. W. 8. North are Icebergs, white .bears, seals, Eskimos with blubber for meals, Odd sea-birds tvith wings like fins, Bold explorers with food in tins, Dogs that draw the sledges light. Six months day and six months night. Bright auroras, “sun-dogs” Queer, Wintry snow through ail the year. East are tea-plants, silkworms, spice. Elephants huge, wide Helds of rice, , Chinamen wearing long slim queues, ■ ■ Poreclaln vases of richest hues. Bamboo hougps, fans and screens, Dragon-kites and palanquins, Fujl-yama, shining clear, RumbUng earthquakes all the year. tt, ' l;- = West, the prairies wide as seas. Towering cliffs and monster trees, I.ofty cataracts, canyons deep, Ranches raising cattle and sheep, Mines of gold and silver ore, • Com and wheat In endless store, Mountain-ranges, snowy-capped, •Silent Indians, blanket-wrapped. South are groves- where oranges grow, The cotton-boHs are the only snow, Season of drouth and season of rain, Waving ranks of sugar-cane, Tropical forests where monkeys swing, Where jeweled birds are on the wing, Endless summer, desert sands. Sluggish rivers through fertile lands. North, East, West, South—the world is wide. Full of wonders on every side. —St. Nicholas. Good Friends.

When Robin Talked. Felix came in with a troubled little face. “Mother,” he cried, "do you think Robin is going to be and dumb?” v "Deaf and dumb?” mother repeated, looking puzzled. “Whatever put that into your head?” “Why, the Stanleys all say he is going to be deaf and dumb, because he is almost two years old and hasn’t talked yet." “Dear me!" laughed mother. “Don’t you worry one mite about Robin. Two years isn’t so very old not to talk. He’ll chatter fast enough pretty soon. Some children learn to talk a great deal younger than others.” When the little brother waked up, took him to the window to see the children coming home from school. “There is Herbert Grant,” Felix said. “Can’t Robin say, ‘Her-bert’?" But Robin only wriggled Joyfully on Felix’s knees, and waved his fat little hand. "There’s Paul Stanley!” Felix pointed across the street. “Robin, say ‘Paul Stanley.*" "Oo —oo —oo!” was Robin’s happy answer. “I wish you would try to talk, Robin, dear," coaxed Felix. “I don’t want folks to think you can’t.” “I wouldn’t bother about It,” mother said, overhearing his plea. "I love to!” cried Felix. But although Felix continued his lessons day after day, Robin said not a single word. One noon the brothers were at the window, as usual, when Felix’s attention was taken up by the capers of a boy down the street, and he Quite torgot to watch for the Stanley children. Then suddenly there was a glad cry of "P-a-u-1!” right in bis ears. He turned and stared at Robin, too amazed for a word. “P-a-u-1!” exclaimed Robin again, waving his hand excitedly. “O you darling!’' cried Felix. He threw open the window. "Paul!" he called. “Robin said ’Paur!" “Oh, I don’t believe it!" he laughed. "P-a-u 4 cried the little voice. “Hurrah!” shouted the boy, and came darting across the street. "I want to hear that nearer,." he aald. Robin was saying his first word to bis mother when Paul reached them. Felix was afraid the baby would not say it again. "Now aay It once more for Paul Stanley," Felix urged. “P-a-u-l.” patiently repeated the little one, and then, while they were exclaiming and praising, he ended, with a mighty effort, "T-a-n-n-e-yI” Felix nearly went wild. Paul shouted with glee, and darted away home to tell the new*. In a minute or two the whole Btanlley family waa In the Taylor kitchen, hearing Robin say “Paul," which he did again and again.—Youth’s Companion. A Foolish ( hll4. There waa once a little hoy who lived In a house alt made of glaea. He lived with his mother and bta father and hla nurse, and he na& to have a

rovely time sliding on the glass floors; And everything went well while he was good, but one day he wasn’t. He was cross. When he slipped on the glass floor, Instead of thinking it fun, he was angry, and when he went down t 4 breakfast he slid down the glass banisters, which he ought“?iot to have done. And he spilled his milk on the glass table and made marks all over the glass walls with soap. And finally he looked out of the win—l mean the wall, for, of course, all the walls were windows —and saw some children playing and making lots of noise. ThaL made his crosser, so he went down to the back yard and collected a lot of stones and went upstairs again and threw them at the children, which was the naughtiest thing yet. He couldn’t dodge out of sight, because the whole wall was glass, sjp when the children looked up they saw him there. They were quite indignant, so they picked up the stones and threw them bkck at the little boy. They hit the house in all directions, and made such alarming jagged holes that the little boy’s mother and father came running In, and taking the little boy’s hands ran downstairs and opt as quckly as possible. The minute they got outside their beautiful house collapsed completely. The father shook his head. “We’ll have to take a brick cottage,” he said. “Oh. my boy, don’t you know that people who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones?”

Quakers’ Medina. The players in this game kneel upon the ground on one knee and rest their hands upon the other knee, twiddling their thumbs all the time. The one at the head of the line asks the others: “Friends, did you her of Brother Obadiah’s death, and how he died?” The answer will be, "No, how did he die.” Then the leader says, “With one fltlger up, with one eye shut, and with one shoulder awry.” As he speaks he must suit his actions to his words and the company must follow suit. Should any one fall to do so they must pay a forfeit What Am I Doing? The players in this game seat'themselves in a row and the leader jo# the game takes his place behind them, beginning at the top of the row. makes some absurd gesture and then asks the person behind whom he Is standing: “What am I doing?” If the player replies incorrectly, and he generally does, he is doomed to stand up and imitate in silence the gesture he could not guess, until he has leave to sit down.

ENGLAND’S POMPEII.

Wonderful Homan City Near London Soon to Be Excavated. At the time of-the Roman occupation of England Verulamium was one of the most important cities in that country. With Eboracum (York), It enjoyed the dignity of being a municlpium, which means that all who were born within its walls could claim Roman citizenship. It was situated a few miles out of what Is now the greatest of the world’s cities, London, and the British insurrection under Boadicea culminated there in the massacre of 70,000 Romans. In 303, or perhaps earlier, St- Alban, the first English martyr, was beheaded In the site of the present St. Albans abbey. Not long after the ancient town was forsaken, and the hew one—St. Albans—grew up on the hill which had shadowed it In the center of the site of the old city is the Church of St. Michael, the vicarage of which stands in the middle of what was the forum. A few old walls and other fragrants are to be seen here and there, but the Roman city lies for the most part burled under a considerable depth of soil. In the course of the centuries earth has been washed down from the hillside, and earthworms have been busy, and where once lay the proui} and splendid city is now the quiet, flower-filled garden of the vicarage, the flitfds and the glebe and other pastures* and plow lands. This bit of history, while interesting in Itself, but introduces a fact in which all scientific London is deeply concerned—viz., that the Earl' of Verulam, who owns the land upon which was built the anciout Roman city, has given permission to the Society of Antiquaries to undertake excavations. which will shortly be commenced. The stones and Roman bricks of Verulamium were, of course, much used for later buildings elsewhere. St. Albanß abbey is largely built from them. But a great deal still remains under the doll. About sixty years ago, and again In 1869. the theater was partly and temporarily uncovered, and some fine frescoes, pavements and marbles were round. It Is the only Roman theater In Britain, and its dimensions are almost exactly the same aa those of the theater at Pompeii. In fact, the whole town of Verulamlura singularly resembie# Pompeii -pa regards shape—an irregujar oval—dimensions, and arrangement and posl- , tlon of streets and buildings. It is slightly larger, its walls inclosing an area or 190 acres. Its excavations ought to provide extraordinary Interest. If it is done thoroughly, os no doubt It will be. there will be within a few miles of London an object leason of surprising educational and antiquarian value as to how the Romans lived in Britain 2.000 years ago.

Advantage Sometimes Overlooked.

"Another blf advantage ’beut atM* dy, hard work/; Mid Undo Etwn, "la dat It koapa a man turn harin' tlmo foh con vernation vrir ktinco atoorart aa‘ gold-brick era.'*

TRUMPET CALLS.

Rw»’< Mora Sound* • Warnln* Koto to the Unredeemed.

matism is often cured by steadily looking up from bended knees. Some men would be sure of heaven if they could only die in their Sunday blacks. No wonder religion affects character ao little when it Is taken as a get-heaven-cheap scheme. No man knows how to live 60 as to die right who has not bow to die so as to live right. It Is better to be In the rear rank of the right army than In the band wagon of the wrong one. Some think they have deeply religious natures because they get so much enjoyment out of a funeral. There’s a big difference 'twlxt being content with what you have and being satisfied with what you are. It is no use inviting your Lord to your house when you are shutting the door in the face of His children. The rule of inverse proportion applied to the size of a woman's hat will give you the weight of her head.

INVENTING A REAPER.

Cyrus Hall McCormick, a ScotchIrishman, ranks in history as the man who showed how to conquer the vast prairies of the American West. It is interesting to know that his father, Robert, was an inventor of no mean capacity. In his farm workshops he fashioned an ingenious hempbrake and cleaner to be operated by horse-power. A clover-sheller and a hillside plow were also among his contributions to rural mechanics. _ R. G. Thwaites, the author of “Cyrus Hall McCormick and the Reaper,” says that the son when but 15 years old surpassed the father in* his work upon farming implements. The father’s reaping machine, standing outside the blacksmith shop on the home farm, had been a familiar and alluring spectacle to the boy. His imagination was early fired with & desire to conquer the great practical difficulties of mechanical reaping. When the father acknowledged himself defeated, Cyrus took up the problem on his own account. Later in that same summer of 1831, when but 22 years of age, young McCormick constructed a machine essentially unlike any mechanism proposed by his father or any others who had before under taken the task. He immediately demonstrated by practical tests that the successful type had thus been created; and he never departed from that type, in conformity wherewith all success in this art has since proceeded. The grain supply of the world was then being gathered by hand, with no better Implement than the sickle and the cradle, when, In the harvest of 1831, young Cyrus Hall McCormick entered a Held on Walnut Grove farm and demonstrated to his delighted father that he had at last established the correct principle of cutting. His experimental mechanism was of the rudest sort; but finding that the plan was satisfactory, to use his own words, “I had my machine more completely made, with the addition of a gathering reel, and with a better arranged divider, ready for trial in a neighboring field of late oats, during the same harvest, in which I then cut very successfully six or seven acres of crop.” It is recorded that Robert McCormick declared to a neighbor. "The reaper is a succees, and I belieire that I could not have made It so; but it makes me feel proud to have a son do what I cannot.”

Taking No Chances.

“One of the funniest incidents in court I have ever witnessed.” says a Kansas City lawyer, “occurred in a petty court of our city. “An old offender had been haled'before the magistrate. After a conference with the clerk of the court, his honor began sternly to address the culprit as follows: “ T gather that you have already been sentenced ten times for violent assault, disorderly conduct, attempted—’ “Whereupon to the amazement of all in court the prisoner hastily interposed with: “*1 beg your honor's pardon, but would you mind not speaking so loud? My intended mother-in-law is in court, and U might damage my prosjtecU.”

Too Many "Rights" for Criminals.

In the fight that never ends between the criminal and society more and more advantage Is given to the former. He Is handled tenderly. His rights are large, and they are respected even if honest men’s rights suffer. Boms of hia privileges might be withdrawn with no loss to any one meriting much consideration.— London Times.

Every time a man has his fortune told ha gets rid of a small portion of It ' Boms people measure the world by the sloe of their back yard.

It takes more than an ear tor big words to malid a minister of the . Word. gome of the Soulless ones are those who have “sung their souls away." Spiritual astlg-

MORE PINKHAM CORES

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Left a Name Behind Him. Daniel—Hello, Jim! Who be yew a-digging that ’ole for? Jim—Old Lawyer Skinner—’e diedf yesterday. * t ' Daniel—Oh, what complaint? Jim—Not a word o’ complaint. Fam- . Ily rather pleased than otherwise.— Ally Sloper’s. Two Different Effects. "If you only knew how nervous I waswhen I proposed to you!” “And if you only knew how nervousI was until you proposed to me!”— Meggendorfer Blaetter. THE DOCTOR’S WIFE

Agrees with Hint About Food. A trained nurse says: “In the practice of my profession 1 have found sotnany points in favor of Grape-Nuts, food that I unhesitatingly recommend It to all my patients. “It Is delicate find pleasing to tha. palate (an essential in food for theslck) and can be adapted to all ages, being softened with milk or cream for babies or the aged when deficiency of teeth renders mastication Impossible. For fever patients or those on liquid diet I find ’Grape-Nuts and albumen water very nourishing and refreshing.’ "This recipe Is my own Idea and la made as follows: Soak a teaspoonful of Grape Nuts In a glass of water for an hour, strain and serve with the beaten white of an egg and a spoonful* of fruit Juice for flavouring. This affords a great deal of nourishment that even the weakest stomachs can assimilate without any distress. "My husband is a physician and he uses Grape-Nuts himself and ordera It many times for his patients. "Personally I regard a dish of Grapenuts with freah or stewed fruit oa the Ideal breakfast for anyone—well or sick." In any cmee of stomach trouble, nerv* ous prostration or brain fag—a 10day trial of Grape-Nuts will work wonders toward nourishing and rebuilding, sod In this way ending the trouble. “There’s a Reason.” and trial proves. Look Id pkgs. for the famous little book. “The Road to Wellrille." Ever read the above letter? A new one appear* from time to time. They ere genuine, true, and full of human interest.