Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 26, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 January 1910 — Page 3

ao fa a f * When that I loved a maiden My heaven was In her eyes, And when they bent above me I knew no deeper skies; But when her heart forsook me My spirit broke its bars, Yor grief 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 seal There is no heaven above me, No glory binds or bars. My grief beyond the sunset, My love beyond the stars. When that I loved a maiden I worshiped where she trod; But when.ehe clove my heart, the cleft Set free the Imprisoned god; Then was I king of all the world. My soul had burst its bars For grief beyond the spnset And love beyond the stars. —Everybody’s.

The Road Maher

'‘D’ you know you’re trespassing?” The speaker was a young man faultlessly dressed. He was speaking to a man some twelve years hlB senior, who was seated on a tree trunk, smoking a pipe. “I’m Lord Winstead, and this is my property.” “And a nice property, too. I congratulate your 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?” “I’ve spent fifteen years among them in Canada.” “Did you ever cut roads through iem?” , “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 to do it, I win.” "Come along to the house and we’ll fix things up.” / Raymond went with him to the house and presently they were deep in the plans for the new road. Suddenly the doctr bijrst open and a girl entered. "Come and play tennis, jimmy,” she cried. Then she saw Basil Raymorfd and her pyetty 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, she gazed frigidly at Raymond for a moment, and then turned to her cousin. “You won’t be coming, then fr” she - asked: - ; “Sorry, old girl, hut I can’t leave this.’*

Miss Blaketon bowed to Raymond and left the did not smile this time. Work was commenced on the following morning. During the early evening, Basil Raymond strolled up to the wood and sut 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 13,” replied Lord Winstead; "or I hope he will be.” . “But you told me he was only a backwoodsman, Jimmy. He’s a fine, OLanly 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 beyon'd Raymond’s hearing. “So I'm an outsider,” he said. “I dm beyond the pale in my lady'Constance’s eyes.” 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 tones. Constance Blaketon-did mot 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 evidently 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 large elm, and he did not turn his head until the work was finished. Constance Blaketon - -grew angrier each Second. She could not tell why tills man affected her so, why she had auch a passionate desire to bumble — him.--' . —*** —— ~ - ■ “Why did you not come when I tailed,”' she demanded indignantly, when at length Raymond walked across to her.

I *1 toad my work to do, Miss Blueton,” toe’said calmly. Constance gave him a few curt directions, at the conclusion of which he returned to his work and dispatched a couple oi men to hunt for the glove, which they speedily found. Two days passed without Raymond ,see!ng Constance, and then he received an invitation to dine with the Winsteads, which he readily accepted. 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 Bay he’ll open your eyes to-night, Jimmy. You’ve only worked with him bo 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!” Winstead flung himself off to the billiard room, but was too annoyed to make any decent shots. Despite Miss Blaketon’s sarcastic comments, she appeared that might 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 footman. In walked Raymond, garbed 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 joyfully 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 Blaketon at her best was very delightful to sed. ’ 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, but Constance had heard 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 repeptant. How she detested herself., detested the wretched pride 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 In 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 herself repeating them as though she treasured them. 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, & “Ib « true you are toraarryLord Winstead V he asked one evening. “It has always been understood," she replied, . "Do you care for him?” “Tell me, Constance." he whispered. "Do . yon?” ** ... ... „ No word poosed the girl's trembling

lips, but her head drooped: toe are* ber to him. and aha did not resist. Bending, he kissed Her llos. "But, Basil,” she said presently, “I must marry my cousin. We ougk* not ” "Your cousin came 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 ants his father had a very bitter quarrel, and Cordon —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?” she whispered. “Listen, Constance. I made a large fortune in Canada, but I never had aqy 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 ever 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 Winsteali 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.

BUSKIN AS HOME BOY.

Great Thinker aa a Youth Was 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 dne —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 lacked 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 formative period of his- life —he seemed 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 Dufferin visited it with his steward, Dan Mulligan, and drew a line with bis stick round it, telling Mulligan that he was to build a protecting wall on that line. And then he went to India, feeling secure as tor 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. Yes, gone It certainly was, leaving not 4 ttww behind; He-sent for Dan, and inquired, “Where’s the castle?” “The cashtle, my lord? That ould thing? Sure, I pulled It down to build the wall wld.” -— — 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 Bays 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 i 3 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 Jeaweed lfltihat wheni IQs 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 sales to prevent an imposition upon the public. Oyster production in Canadian waters is steadily decreasing. The yield fell from 35,757 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 betweqp $150,000,000 and $200,000,000 over 1908. Canadian reports show that the wheat cA>p 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 well 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 (jevelop a sixth sense to Inform them of the approach of danger in the streets. Lafcadio Hearn once said: “While In a crowd I seldom look at faces. My Intuition is almost infallible—like that blind faculty by which in absolute*,darkness one becomes aware of the proximity of bulky objects without touching them'. lf o 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 fanning methods learned by years of experience on -the prairies of the Western States; an experience inVSPF able 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 is an era, the square of

the body of a type and the portion "SflT line formerly occupied by‘the letter M, then a square type. One thousand ems an hour on book work or 1,200 on newaprtjjwr 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 the early eighties.—New York Herald.

KILOWATT AND WHAT IT DOES.

Some SngSMtlona In Electricity That Will Help Industry. Owners of electric vehicles are often puzzled by the different terms used for the measurement of electric current The words “amperes,” "volts” and “watts” are quite meaningless to the uninitiated and when an electric charging station makes a price for current of 6 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 volts, 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 or united action we multiply the force by the quantity—that is, the vests toy the amperes, and express the result in watts. Thus 100 volts multiplied by 5 amperes is 550 watts. A kilowatt is, of course, 1,000 watts, 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 watts 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 kildwatt 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 press 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 mile. 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 will do in other lines of industry.

QUICK COURT WORK.

Eleven Verdlcta n Day Rendered by Ana an EnffUab Jury. Who Jesse Macey, writing about the great A „ ru advantages of the procedure of Eng- De lish courts over American, dwells upon the splendid work of English juries: He w “The working of the British jury That system exhibits a marked contrast with that of our own. It is possible le that my experience in British courts Akn was exceptional, but not in a single in- HlB g stance did I see a juror challenged or inten rejected. In all of the courts requiring juries the necessary number of men At ei were present and they were sworn in He le without question. In the sheriff’s deputy court, Scotland, the presiding T 1 judge gave notice to the jury that he expected to adjourn the court at 3 We g o’clock, and stated that if they could The i all remain until that hour he would —Bui at once dismiss the men who had been called for a second panel. The jurors 1 conferred together, and agreed to re- j ng a main till 1 o’clock, whereupon the her a judge notified the other men to appear to wa at 12:30. The one jury impaneled, for boy v the morning session rendered sixf, ver- the v diets in case* involving prosecutions ate u for thefts, frauds and burglary. In a “At court of quarter sessions at Taunton. “Yt England, I saw a single jury in one “A! day render eleven verdicts. I found “Y« that it was customary in the several **W sorts of court that I attended for the belies same jury to act in successive cases. So th In no instance did I see a jury leave their seats to make up their verdict. Usually the issue before them was ■ made so plain 1 that all who gave attention knew in advance what the de- L,' cislon would be. I made note of an Vr 8 exceptional instance of delay, when the en 1 court was forced to wait nine minutes M)r * for the report of the jury. In this case the judge who gave the instructions W ° ’ was himself iq doubt as to what the Verdict ought to be. Fir ' Scottish jury consists of fifteen isn’t, -persons, and a majority may render a to ha verdict. In England the number is Sec twelve, and unanimity is required, oxacti But 1 noted no difference as to prac- to let twelve men in the English jury were as prompt and certain in their action To as were the eight out of fifteen in the ly as Scottish jury."—McClure’s. ~ " ' have ' i ■ '"ii i \ x ... . Troubles may come to a boy in the form of curly hair, and to a girl in the An guise of freckles. her c

FULTON IN PARIS.

Many an old print of Fulton’s first steamboat would make one believe that it was in American waters that It first succeeded In propelling Itself. That was not so, and the late Edward Everett Hale, in “Memories of a Hundred Years,” tells of the earlier experiments. Mr. Hale got his information from Edward Church, who roomed with Fulton in Paris in 1803. Fulton’s model steamer had gone so wall that he had waited on Napoleon’s officials with his plans for steam navigation, 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 tq 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-tat-tat at the door awakened them. It was 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 o* the Seine. That particular experiment neves took place. The trial trip was postponed. Observe that the boat had successfully navigated the river already. This is Mr. Church’s account, as I wrote it down—after his death. t jl 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! 1 ’ 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. The new boat was sixty-six feet long, and early in August, after th« 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. Chnrch, 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 And then he made the Delta Phis, Who gouged out one of Jofygpie’s eyes. A “rush” that launched the r college year Deprived him of a useful, ear. T: :t ~ ST'"'.' ' 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.; i 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 ’ Till little of the boy was left We got bis baggage home by rail— The rest of Johnnie came by mail. —Buffalo News.

Quits.

A litas girl was In the habit of tell ing awful "stretchers.” Her auntie told her she could never believe "Mr, and to warn her related the tple of the boy boy who called, “Wolf, wolf!” Md how the wolf really did come, onig,day and ate up all the sheep. Vi “Ate the sheep?” .allied the child. “Yes." 7-7/ vrt’ “All of them?!* “Yes, all of them," said thevrantle. "Well," said thb 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 hla slippers, “Is that yoilng man A good saver f’ "Saver 7’ 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 a bit funny any more. He seems to have lost his grip.” Second Chorus Girl—Oh, he hasn’t exactly lost U, bat his landlady refuses to let him take it w+.v yjitti h n r ' ny , his bill. . , -,• • • - v ,

Never a Pleasant Sentence.

To say “I do no? nearly as painful asltseemstoihos* who have never tried it—Samuel M&. Cruthers. * ..vSfc, And the tace of the her chaperon. . „ '