Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 January 1910 — Page 3

Boirch When that I loved a maiden -My heaven was In her eyes. And when they hent above me . I knew no deeper skies; But when her heart forsook me My spirit broke Its bars, For grids beyond the sunset And love beyond the stars. When that I loved a maiden She seemed the world to me; Now Is my soul the universe. My dreams—the sky and sea! ■-"* There Is no heaven above me. No glory binds or bars. **y grief beyond the sunset, ' My love beyond the stars. When that I loved a maiden I worshiped where she trod; But when she clove my heart, the cleft Set free the imprisoned god; Then was I king of all the world. My soul had burst Us bf.rs For grief beyond the sunset And loVe beyond the stars. —Everybody's.

The Road Maker

“D’ you know you’re trespassing?" The speaker was a young man faultlessly dressed. He was speaking to a man gome twelve years his senior, who was seated on a tree trunk, smoking a pipe. “I'm Lord Winstead, and this Is my property.” “And a ntee property, tpo. I congratulate yotfr lordship.” “I say, you're a pretty cool hand. Who are you?” “As you were kind enough to tell me your name I will return the compliment. My name Is Raymond, Basil Raymond.” He paused for a few seconds and then added, “Those are fine trees ahead.” “Do you know anything about trees?’’ Ive spent fifteen years among them In Canada." "Did you ever cut roads through 'em?” “Several.” I say, you’re just the man I want. D’you want a job?” “Depends what the job Is.” “Why. I’ve always wanted to cut a road through those trees to the shore.” “Well, If you’re anxious for me tci do it, I will.” “Come along to the house and we’ll fix things up,” Raymond went with him to the house anq presently they were deep In the plans for the new road. Suddenly the door burst open and a girl entered. “Come and play tennis, Jimmy,” she cried.

Then she saw Basil Raymond and' her pretty face flushed. "Let me introduce you,” said Lord Winstead. "My cousin, Miss Constance Blaketon, Mr. Raymond." “Mr. Raymond is going to make a road through the wood to the shore,’ Lord Winstead continued. The smile faded from the girl’s eyes, •he gazed frigidly at Raymond for a moment, and then turned to her cousin. “Yon won’t be coming, then?" she isked. “Sorry, old girl, but I can’t leave this.’’ Miss Blaketon bowed to Raymond and left the room--she did not smile this time. Work was commenced on the following morning. During the e'arly evening, Basil Raymond strolled up to the wood and sat again on the tree trunk where Lord Winstead had found him. “It’s a queer state of affairs,” he murmured thoughtfully. "By Jove! What a lovely girl Miss Blaketon is.” The next instant he heard the object of his admiration speaking. “Fancy Introducing me as you did; I thought he was a friend of yours.” “So he is,” replied Lord Winstead; “or I hope he will be.” “But you told me he was only a backwoodsman, Jimmy. He’s a fine, manly looking fellow, but he’s hardly a suitable friend for a man of your position.” “Oh, dry up, Con, don’t rot so much.” The voices died away as they passed beyond Raymond’s hearing. “So I’m an outsider,” he said. “I am beyond the pale in my lady Constance’s eyeß.” On the first morning of the tree felling, Miss Blaketon walked along with Lord Winstead. Basil Raymond raised his hat as he saw her, but only received a somewhat curt nod in reply. He flushed to the roots of his hair, but continued to issue directions in calm, level toneß. Constance Blaketon did not notice the flush; as a matter of fact, it was lost in the tan. She had meant to crush this man who apparently did not know his place, but eyldent I y she had failed. “Raymond!” she called suddenly, “I want you to look for my glove.” She had dropped it on purpose—so that she might call Raymond. To her surprise, Basil did not move. He was’ directing the felling of a largf elm, and he did not turn his head until the work was finished. Constance Blaketon grew angrier each second. She could not tell why this man affected her so, why she had ouch a passionate dealre to humble him. “Why did you hot come when I •called,” she demanded indignantly, when at length Raymond walked enroae to her.

** fend wy work to do, Miss BlaAoton,” he said calmly.. Constance gave him a law curt directions,' at the conclusion of which he returned to his work and dispatched a couple of men to hunt tor the glove, which they speedily found. Two days passed without Raymond seeing Constance, and then he received an Invitation to dine with the Winsteads, which he readily accepted. ,V Constance was much annoyed with her cousin for issuing the invitation. “Have you invited the other men as well?’ she asked. “Oh, dry up. Con. Raymond’s a gentleman, anyone can see that.” “Is he? I dare say he’ll open your eyee to-fiight, Jimmy. You’ve only worked with him so far, remember. I suppose I shall be expected to sit down with him.” “You can Jolly well please yourself, Con,” said Winstead angrily. “I dare say he’d be better pleased if you didn't.” “No doubt, there would be one less to watch his agonies In that case.” “Rot!” Winstpad flung himself off to the billiard room, but was too annoyed to make any decent shots. Despite Miss Blsketon’s sarcastic comments, she appeared that night in a ravishing dinner gown. Constance wore an air of affected calm, really she. felt nervous, for she knew she had severely snubbed Raymond, although the fact did not seem to have worried him.

“You ought not to have dressed, Jimmy. Your foreman will feel very much out of place in his tweed suit.” Just then the door opened. “Mr. Raymond,” announced a footnamr —— : —■ —— ——-— —

In walked Raymond, gjarbed In Immaculate evening dress and looking ,so distinguished, that a beaming smile took the place of the usual placid expression on the face of the duchess. Lord Winstead absolutely glowed with delight at his protege’s appearance, and he could not resist the temptation of grinning J9yfully at his cousin.

As dinner Basil bore himself as though he were in his accustomed place, and conversed freely with Winstead and his mother. Constance had very little to say, the complete overthrow of her predictions seeming to

“WHY DID YOU NOT COME?’

have rendered her dumb. However, she knew she was looking her best, and, Constance Bldketon at her best was very delightful to see. Next morning Raymond was the roadmaker again, and when Constance visited the scene of operations she was the daughter of Lady Blaketon. Consequently, she nodded only slightly in response' to Raymond’s bow. A sturdy old oak was being rooted up, and Basil was eyeing anxiously its far-reaching branches. “Miss Blaketon.” he cried at length, “you had better move farther back.” Constance perked up immediately and flashed a withering glance at Raymond. , “Miss Blaketon, It is dangerous to stand where you are. Will you please go farther back?” Constance took not the slightest notice. From overhead came a sudden harsh cracking noise and She gazed up in a fright to see a huge branch hanging menacingly over her. Raymond raced up to her side, gathered her up in his strong arms, and carried her out of danger. “Silly little girl,” he muttered as he had taken hold of her. He had spoken the words more to himself, Constance had hehrd them. This, with the fact that he had presumed to .carry her, brought the hot, angry blood to her face. “How dare you?” she cried.

“I beg your pardon if I have offended you,” said Raymond. Then he turned on his heel and left her. Directly he left her Constance was bitterly repentant. How she detested herself, detested the wretched pVlde which made her behave to Raymond as she did.

But although she strove against her feelings, she found herself constantly going down to the new road. She humbled herself sufficiently to thank Raymond for what he had done, but those words, “Silly little girl,” constantly rang ip her ears. Gradually, however, she ceased to find objection to them, and they took on a sort of guarding expression that was almost a caress. Presently, she found heraelf repeating them as though she treasured Jlmm. And she wondered. • • * She became intimate with Basil, until it grew to be a recognized thing for him to leave the road and walk through the park with her. “Is it true you are to marry Lord Winstead?” he asked one evening. Vi *lt has always been understood," she replied. “Do you care for him?” “Tell me. Constance,” he whispered. “Do your* He word passed the girl’s trembling

Ups. but her beau drooped: be ora*, her to him, and she did not resist. Bending, he kissed her lies. “But Basil,” she said presently, **X must marry my cousi*. We ougk* ' '• “Your cousin dune into the title because there was no direct male descendant, didn't he?’ “Yes.-and aunt has the title of duel* ess by courtesy. The late duke had one son, but he has not been heard of for thirteen years, and the law has accepted his death. He and his father had a very bitter quarrel, and Gordon —that was his name—left home and has never been heard of since.” “Never?* The girl started and then peered Intently into Raymond’s face. "You?” phe whispered. “Listen, Constance. I made a large fortune in Canada, but I never had any desire to be a duke. I wanted to be free. Had your cousin been a • waster I should have declared myself; but he is a good lad and will make a better duke than I eve'r should.’* “You tell him.” < “No, dear; it would break the lad’s heart.” “But, Basil, what a sacrifice!” “Not at all, dear, it’s myself I’m pleasing. You’ll still be marrying Lord Winstead if you marry me, Constance.” “What will they say, aunt and Jimmy?’ “We must brave it out, you and I, dear. Are you ready to?” “Yes, Basil, with you I’d brave anything.”—Cassell’s Saturday Journal.

RUSKIN AS HOME BOY.

Great Thinker aa a Youth Wan Much Pampered and Coddled. Ruskin was an only son, and from the very first the firm character of his parents In a sense overshadowed him. In all material things his life was a sheltered one—what the French call capitonne. He was never forced to go out into the world and battle for a living. His father's large fortune was always at his command; and as his father was convinced that the boy was an extraordinary genius, he never stinted or denied him anything. Therefore, young Ruskin was free from ordinary cares. He could gratify his taste for art, buy pictures, endow museums, act as his own publisher; or, if he liked, he could fight over Immaterial questions without ever having to think about the question of an income. Even after his parents died, and when Ruskin, after middle life, had practically thrown away the fortune which had been left him, he still received an income of some ?20,000 a year from his copyrights, so that he never once did know the meaning of poverty, or what it was to toil sos money, Lyndon Orr says In Munsey’s. All this gave his genius full play. His eccentricities, so to speak, were endowed. Had he been less pampered, he would have been a different man in every way. Perhaps it was a good thing for him and for the world that his circumstances were as I have described them; but, on the other hand, he lackey that hard experience which makes men really strong. Even physically, this may perhaps have injured him. ~

To the world at large he seemed a radical reformer, attacking the whole commercial system of modern life, and hurling epithets that flamed like balefires over social questions. But at home—and he lived with his father and mother during the whole forinative period of his life—he geemed more of a child than a grown man. He submitted to the dictation of his parents in everything domestic. When he was 40 years of age he used to cover up all his cherished paintings on Sunday because his mother did not approve of anything that would please the fleshly eye and distract the mind from spiritual meditation.

She Almost Remembered.

Little Josephine, aged 4, was intently studying the pictures In a book and seemed very much interested In a picture of Charles Dickens. Taking the book to her mother, she inquired who it was. “That is Dickens, dear,” said her mother. The picture was wonderfully fascinating to the little girl, and when her big sister came from college in the evening she ran and got the book, turned to the picture, and said: “Sister, see! This is a picture of Mr. Darn.” Her sister replied, “No, dear; that is Mr. Dickens.” "Well," said Josephine, “I knew it was some kind of a swear word.”— Delineator.

Carrying Out Orders.

On Lord Dufferln’s estate, near Belfast, there once stood a historic ruin, a castle which had been a stronghold of the O’Neils. One day Lord Dufferln visited It with his steward, Dan Mulligan, and drew a line with his stick round it, telling Mulligan that he waa to build a protecting wall on that line. And then he went to India, feeling secure as tg the preservation of the great historic building. When he returned to Ireland he hastened to visit the castle. It was gone. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. Yfs, gone it certainly was, leaving not a trace behind. He sent for Dan, and inquired, “Where’s the castle?” “The cashtle, my lord? That ould thing? Bure, I pulled it down to build the wall wid.” A woman manages to derive a lot of pleasure from bargain sales by purchasing something she doesn’t need.

Topics of the Times

Marie Corelli says that she has met a great many American women, but never yet a dull one. The German empire consists of four kingdoms and some twenty grand duchies, duchies, principalities and free cities. Santo Domingo, according to an English mineralogist who explored it, is a geological curiosity shop, containing scattered samples of nearly every wellknown mineral. France Is buying many locomotives In Germany, The latest order Is for thirty for one line. For years French railroads have regularly ordered locomotives in Germany. ' China buys in San Francisco SIOO,000 of seaweed a year. The claim for seaweed Is that when It Is used In upholstering furniture Is kept free of moths and other Insects. A canal nine miles long, sixty-five feet wide, and fourteen feet deep, in Desha County, Arkansas, has been completed and is draining about 120,000 acres of land contiguous to Arkansas City.

“Closing out sales” and the like are being placed under ban in many of the leading cities of Russia, where strict rules are established governing such Bales to prevent an imposition upon the public.

Oyster production in Canadian waters Is steadily decreasing. The yield fell from 36,757 barrels in 1903 to 27,297 barrels in 1907. Canada imported $271,760 worth of American oysters in 1908 out of a total export of $653,832 worth.

A Salvation Army officer in London says he asked a boy what work he did to provide him with food, etc., and the reply was: “I pick strawberries in the summer, I pick hops in the autumn, I pick pockets in the winter, and oakum for the rest of the year.” Of the $8,200,000,000 that the farms of the United States have yielded in 1909 the South’s share is $2,400,000,000, according to estimates by the Manufacturers’ Record. Of the South’s total between $900,000,000 and $1,000,000000 represents the crop of cotton, with its seed, an Increase of between $150,000,000 and $200,000,000 over 1908. Canadian reports show that the wheat crop in western Canada this year increased the tide of trade beyond all previous reports. The Winnipeg bank clearances for the week ending Oct. 31 were $24,365,858, an increase of $8,000,000, compared with the corresponding week last year, despite the fact that farmers generally are holding back grain in the hope of higher prices. One of the most curious and interesting undertakings in years has been completed in Denmark—the building of a vessel modeled upon the lines of Noah’s ark, as described in Genesis. The vessel as built is thirty feet long, five feet wide and three feet deep —these measurements being one-tenth of those given in the Bible. When launched the ship, to the surprise of the builder, proved seaworthy. Recently the Canadian government offered 1,116,000 acres of public land for sale at Fort Gray, adjoining Vancouver, -and buyers from all parts of the Dominion flocked to the sale, with many persons from the United States and representatives of foreign capitaL German investors made a $400,000 Investment, while Americans were free buyers, but it was noticeable that British capital was not so vgell represented as had been expected. At the present time, when so much interest is being taken in the proposed Bunyan memorial window in Westminster Abbey, the library committee of the Sunday School Union think that many Sunday school teachers will welcome the opportunity of seeing so interesting a relic as the Bunyan pulpit, which for many years has been in the possession of the union. They have therefore, decided to have the pulpit on exhibition in the library, at 56 Old Bailey.—Westminster Gazette.

Dr. Waldo, of London, holds that people should develop a sixth sense to inform them of the approach of danger in the streets. Lafcadlo Hearn once said: “While in a crowd I sel-dom-look at faces. My intuition is almost infallible—like that blind faculty by which in absolute darkness one becomes aware of the proximity or bulky objects without touching them 1 . If I hesitate to obey it, a collision is the Inevitable consequence. What pilots one quickly and safely through a thick press is not conscious observation at all, but unreasoning intuitive perception.”

Something of/the drain which central and western Canada is making on American farm life, and American capital as well, is shown in a report by the Canadian Inspector of immigration agencies, which says that in one year American Immigrants brought with them $60,000,000. What is more Important, says the inspector, these American farmers brought with them the farming methods learned by years of experience on the. prairies of the •Western States; an experience invaluable to themselves, but which is passed, to settlers from other lands.

~ A two-thirds compositor is one who has served two-thirds of the time considered necessary to make a full fledged compositor. The basis of measurement la an em, the square of

the body of a type and the portion of aline formerly occupied by the letter M, then a square type. One thnmmnd ems an hour on book work or 1,200 os newspaper work would be considered faster than the average, but George Arensberg and Joe McCann, two oldtime “swifts,” each set more than two thousand ems an hour in a typesetting contest in tlia early eighties.—New York Herald.

KILOWATT AND WHAT IT DOES.

Some Snsrsestlona In Electricity That Will Help Industry. Owners of electric vehicles are often puzzled by the different terms used for the measurement of electrio current; The words “amperes,” "volts” and “watts” are quite meaningless to the uninitiated and when an electrio charging station makes a price for current of 5 or 10 cents per kilowatt hour the-, average unscientific man doesn’t quite grasp Its meaning. To explain the term needs first a clear definition and then a comparison, the Kansas City Journal says. Every one will understand that a certain amount of force must be used to drive electric current through a circuit. This force is measured by volte, thus, we have 110-volt currents and 220-volt currents, the one expressing just twice the force of the other. But the quantity of current passing, through a circuit depends upon the force and the resistance, and so the quantity is expressed by a different term, viz., “amperes.” Now, the efficiency of the current depends upon both force and quantity, and to express this efficiency dr united action we multiply the force by the quantity—that is, the volts by the amperes, and express the result in watte. Thus 100 volte multiplied by 5 amperes is 550 watts. A kilowatt js, of course, 1,000 waitts, which is the equivalent of about 1 1-3 horse power. In charging a battery the lighting companies bill for the use of so many watte for so many hours. Thus, 1,000 watts for ten hours would be charged as ten kilowatt hours, which at 5 cents a kilowatt hour, would be 50 cents, a charge that seems ■little enough for ten hours’ use of 1 1-3 horse power.

But what a kilowatt hour is worth may best be judged by what it will do. Thus a kilowatt hour will light twenty sixteen-candle-power incandescent lamps or two standard arc lamps for one hour; it will pump 100 gallons of water to a height of twentyfive feet, compress 470, cubic feet of free air 100 pounds, drive an ordinary passenger elevator 1,750 feet, print 2,500 circulars on a 15x21 Gordon grass or 1,000 sheets on a 32x47 cylinder press, run a sewing machine for twenty hours, supply air for a church organ for one service, mix two and one-half yards of concrete, heat a twopint chafing dish for four hours, mix sufficient dough for 1,500 loaves of bread and grind 600 pounds of coffee; it will drive a runabout four and a half miles or a three-ton truck one mill * When, therefore, a lighting company charges 5 cents a kilowatt hour for current for your electric vehicle you can estimate the value of what you are getting by what it wili do in other lines of Industry. ‘ ;

QUICK COURT WORK.

Eleven Verdicts a Day Rendered by an Enarltah Jary. •

Jesse Macey, writing about the great advantages of -the procedure of English courts over American, dwells upon the splendid work of English juries:

“The working of the British jury system exhibits a marked contrast with that of our own. It is possible that my experience in British courts was exceptional, but not in a single instance did I see a juror challenged or rejected. In all of the courts requiring juries the necessary number of men were present and they were sworn in without question. In the sheriff’s deputy court, Scotland, the presiding Judge gave notice to the Jury that he expected to adjourn the court at 3 o’clock, and stated that if they could all remain until that hour he would at once dismiss the men who had been called for a second panel. The jurors conferred together, and agreed to remain till 1 o’clock, whereupon the judge notified the other men to appear at 12:30. The one jury impaneled for the morning session rendered six verdicts in cases involving prosecutions for thefts, frauds and burglary. In a court of quarter sessions at Taunton. England, I saw a single jury in one day render eleven verdicts. I found that it was customary in the several sorts of court that I attended for the same Jury to act in successive cases. In no instance did I see a jury leave their seats to make up their verdict. Usually the issue before them waa made so plain that all who gave attention knew in advance what the decision would be. 1 made note of an exceptional instance of delay, when the court was forced to wait nine minutes for the report of the Jury. In this case the Judge who gave the instructions was himself in doubt as to what the verdict ought to be. , “A Scottish Jury consists of fifteen persons, and a majority may render a verdict. In England the number is twelve, and unanimity is required. But I noted no difference as to practical results in the two countries. The twelve men In the English jury were a£ prompt and certain in their action as were the eight outtof fifteen hi the Scottish Jury.”—McClure’s. ■ " Troubles may come to a boy In the form of curly hair, and to a girl In the guise of freckles.

FULTON IN PARIS.

Many an old print of Fulton’a first steamboat would make one belter* that it waa In American water* that it first succeeded In propelling Itself. That waa not so, and the late Edward Everett Hale, in “Memories of a Hundred Years,” tells of the earlier experiments. Mr. Hale got his intormatlon from Edward Church, who roomed with Fulton in Paris la 1803. Fulton’s model steamer had gone so well that he had waited on Napoleon’s officials with his plans for steam h&vigation, and had been courteously received. Napoleon was already considering the expedition against England. It had been planned before the peace; and this project for boats which would go against wind and tide and could tow other boats full of men from one side of the Channel to the other was just what he wanted. Church told me that a committee had been appointed to examine Fulton’s model. Fulton had prepared everything for- the examination as well as he could, and had all things ready for a show trip. The day was appointed—a day which would have been a red-letter day in both their lives and in history. Alas and alas! Before that day dawned, when both were in bed, a rat* tet-tat at the door awakened them. It waa from a messenger who came in hot haste to say that the weight of the engine had caused it to break through the too fragile barge, and that the engine was at the bottom of the Seine. That particular experiment neves took place. The trlhl trip was postponed. Observe that the boat had successfully navigated the river already. This is Mr. Church's account, as jt wrote it down—after his death. I have since verified the story and can supply details almost to the date. When Fulton told the story, he said that the messenger’s consternation announced that he bore bad news, and that he exclaimed in French accents of despair: “O sir, the boat has broken to pieces, and has gone to the bottom!” This was early in the spring of 1803. Poor Fulton rushed to the place, and personally assisted In raising the boat and engine from the water. He worked on this for twenty-four hours without food, and to his exposure that day he Attributed much of his subsequent bad health. The machinery was not much hurt, but they had to reconstruct the boat almost entirely. j The new boat was sixty-sjx feet long, and ea,rly In August, after the accident, it made a successful trip, to which Fulton invited the members of the Institute. He was satisfied with his success. But the first failure, according to Mr. Church, chilled the committee of the Institute, and Fulton found no encouragement from Napoleon.

The Return.

When Johnnie went away to school He rigidly conformed to rule. At first he joined a college frat. And lost an arm and leg in that. »• " .-'s i Vw'-' v And then he made the Delta Phis, Who gouged out one of Johnnie’s eyes. A “rush” that launched the college year Deprived him of a useful ear. i' CT” v. He was so good, and glad to please, That Johnnie made the team with ease. He left a hand at Cleveland. O.— A kneecap at St. Louis, Mo.; His sternum cracked at Baltimore— * Interred his nose at Portland, Ore.; At every contest, win or yield. He left a portion on the field, Thus gradually he was bereft TUI little of the boy was left. We got his baggage home by rail— The rest of Johnnie came by malL —Buffalo News.

Quits.

A little girl was in the habit of telk Ing awful “stretchers.” Her auntie told her she could never believe her, and to warn her related the tale of the boy boy who called, “Wolf, wolf!” and how the wolf really did come one day and ate up all the sheep. “Ate the sheep?” asked the child. “Yea.” “All of them?” “Yes, all of them,” said the auntie. “Well,” said the little one, “I don’t believe you and you don’t believe me. So there!’’—Harper’s Magazine.

Real Thrift.

“Evangerline,” said the old gentleman, as he reached for his slippers, "is that young man a good saver?” “Saver?” echoed the pretty girl, with enthusiasm. “Why, papa. I should say so. Do you know he has actually saved 12 Lincoln pennies in the last two weeks.”

Our Funny Language.

First Chorus Girl—Our comedian isn’t aMt funny any more. He seems to have lost his grip." Second Chorus Girl—Oh. he hasn’t exactly lost it, but bis landlady refuses to let him take it way until he pays' his bill.

Never a Pleasant Sentenes.

To say “I do not know” is* not nearly as painful as it seems to those who have never tried lk—Samuel Mo* Cruthers. And the face of the homely girl la her chaperon.