Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 February 1910 — Page 3

SHAWN BHUI O’CONNOR I •Tom the glens an’ airy peaks Of MeGUlicuddy's Reeks Shawn Bhul O’Connor > Draws the raw delights o’ Ufa Snare an’ gun an* huntln’-knlfe Are his all, for ne’er a wife Wears his name upon her. JusWhls native hills alone w An’ hi* wild sweet will can own Shawn Bhul O’Connor. Save for powder an’ for shot Village streets would know him not — Shawn Bhul O’Connor. But the priest o’ Ballymore Often finds beside his door Tribute for his frugal store. Knowing well the donor; An’ for gift o’ grouse an’ hare Oft repays with kindly prayer Shawn Bhul O’Connor. Mighty hunter, yet a child. Shaggy nurslin’ o’ the wild— Shawn Bhul O’Connor. Relic o’ the primal man JGre the Saxon rule began, JCrin’s lord an’ sacristan = Of her virgin honor, - - May the peace o’ Ood's free air Keep you ever In Its care, Shawn Bhul O’Connor. —Catholic Standard and Times.

JOYCE.

It was really most annoying. I searched through my pockets again, but was still unsuccessful In finding any money. To make matters worse, the only other passenger In the ’bus was that pretty girl I had often seen coming out of The Lindens. How absurd I should look when the conductor same In and demanded the fare. Suddenly a bright idea occurred to me. I leaned forward. "Er—pardon me ■: — er addressing you, but you see—er —your face Is familiar to me, and—er— ’’’ I paused lamely. My fair companion stared at me. "You live at The Lindens.. I have asen you going in aud coming out sev•ral times,” I said, "and I thought I would risk speaking to you, for you can help me out of a great difficulty. Will you lend me twopence?” My companion stared at me uneasily for a moment or two, and then she burst into a peal of delicious laughter. "It must be a great difficulty If twopence is necessary to remove It,” she said presently in grave tones. * Then, of course, I explained my absurd position, renewing my apologies for speaking to her as I had done. “Of course, I shall be glad- to be of assistance to you,” she said, “although it is only In a very small way.” "It is awfully kind of you,” I said; "I will repay the debt this evening.” "Oh, please no,” she entreated. "It’s only twopence; please don’t trouble

"WHAT NAME SHALL 1 GIVE?”

about It. But I get out here—good morning to you.” • * * * * • It was a long time since I had taken ao much trouble with my toilet as I did that evening, but at length I was satisfied, and I sallied forth to call at The Lindens. I had previously taken the opportunity to look up the directory, and found the name against The Lindens was Denison. ‘‘l want to see Miss Denison, please," I said to the pleasant-faced housekeeper who answered my ring. “Yes, sir; will you come inside?” she replied. “What name shall I give?” "Gilbert Bralthwaite,” I said, and then I added, “you had better tell her I have called to pay a debt.” “Yes, sir,” Shortly afterward the door Opened and an elderly lady with very decided features entered the room. "You wish to see me?” she said. “Er—no!” J stammered. "I wanted to see Miss Denison." “I am Miss Denison,” the prim lady replied. “What debt is it you talk about? I owe no man anything, neither does any man owe me.” "There is some slight error,” I said quickly. Then a bright idea struck me. “You have a younger sister, perchance!” I suggested. “Dinner is served, miss,” suddently came a familiar voice from the doorwt 11 f , 1 dropped my umbrella and hat and Jumped to my feet There, framed in the doorway, stood my benefactress, attired in the black and white costume of a maid. "Um—ah!” I remarked, blinking like an owl, - ~ ~ “Oh!” she replied, blushing furiously. 'TV Miss Denison stared from me to the other.

DIZZY HOME OF BUDDHIST MONKS.

THE ROCK-PERCHED MONSTERY OF PARO-TAK-TSANG.

Mr. Claude White in his recently-published book, "Sikkim and Bhutan,” and In his lecture at the opening session of the Royal Geographical Society, has brought to notice the fact that Bhutan Is a country full of picturesque forts and quaint monasteries. were built for defense during the many years in which the country was plunged In a constant state of Internecine warfare and are placed In the most commanding positions, whilst the monasteries are hidden away in inaccessible and secluded spots. These monasteries were founded by holy men, dUclples of Buddha, who In order to practice one of their principal tenets, that of contemplation, have chosen some lonely place in which to carry on their devotions undisturbed by the outer world. It was In this way the famous and sacred monastery of Paro-tak-tsang was founded by Guru Padma Sambawah, who lived In a small cave, which Is still pointed out, under the main temple (the central building In the picture!. The shrine Is all but inaccessible, and the only approach to It crosses a gorge of some 1,000 feet deep, with nearly perpendicular sides, down which steps have been cut in cracks in the rocks and where a false step would precipitate the traveler many hundreds of feet into the torrent below. A string of prayer flags is seen stretched across thA gorge.—London Sphere.

“Joyce,” she said, “you may retire.”^ “But I wish to speak to that—er — young lady,” I cried. “I owe her twopence." I was conscious that my remark sounded ridiculous, but it was the truth. However, Miss. Denison cut me shdft. “I do not allow my maid to have any followers,” she said in dignified tones, ■ . .• I dined alone at my favorite Soho restaurant, and then made my way back to my chambers to enjoy a solitary pipe. All the while I was thinking of Joyce. . “Serving maid or queen!” I cried, Joyously. "I will woo her!" After' Borne thought, I decided to commence my campaign with a letter. I posted the letter on the following morning. But the days went by and no answer came to my letter. I took to hauntlpg the neighborhood of The Lindens every evening, but never once did I set eyes on sJoyce again. 1 received my letter back from the postoffice marked, “Gone, no address.” • • • • I will not go into the details of the following weeks. I put the matter into the hands of a private inquiry agent. He said he had personally Interviewed the keeper of every registry office in London, but with no result.

That summer we were particularly busy, and toward the autumn I decided to spend a month by the sea and combine business with pleasure. I chose Littlebourne and took with me a large pile of manuscripts to read. I discovered a retired nook in % the midst of some rocks half a mile beyond the end of the front, and here I spent most afternoons, wading through the MSS. One afternoon, when I was exceedingly bored, I suddenly became conscious that a girl was seated on some rocks about five yards away from me. “Surely,” I said to myself. “I kaow that figure.” In another moment the blissful revelation came to me. It was Joyce, “Miss Joyce,” I cried. “You?” she murmured, blushing visibly. “At last I have found you,” I said. “Do you know, I have been searching everywhere I could think of for you.” For a few seconds we stared at each other, and m'another moment we were both laughing heartily. "It is queer that wfc should meet down here like this. Are you holidaymaking?” “Yes,” I replied; “and your “Oh, I am in a situation down here

now.” v "Whereabouts?" I asked. "I’m afrhid i «axhT~tell yos. l> she answered.' “No. I suppose not,” I muttered, “it was through me you lost your last situation:" - ———— “Oh. that didn’t matter,” she said. “I was going to leave shortly." “Now look/ here, we’ll make a bargain," I cried. “I won’t try to And out where you are now employed if yon will promise to meet me occasionally.”

"Oh, but you are a gentleman and I am only a parlor maid. We are too far apart to be friends.’-: “Not at all.” I cried. “What do petty distinctions like that matter?" • • • * I am not going to recite the details of our excursion on the following day. This was but the first of several and in this manner a fortnight passed rapidly away. I must confess that my work suffered, but I did not trouble about that. I tried to make up for it by slamming into my reading when I did not see Joyce. She manifested Interest in my work and I often told her of the stuff I was reading. One afternoon we rambled away along the cliffs. “I ran through 80,000 words this morning,” I said. “It was a novel, and its title was Vanity.” “Yes,” she replied. “Was it any good?" “Not the slightest,” I replied. “What was the author’s name?" she asked. “Arthur Lester,” I replied. There was silence for a few minutes. Suddenly looking' up, I saw-my companion’s eyes were filled with tears. “Joyce!” I cried, anxiously. "Joyce, what is the matter?” “Oh, nothing much,” she murmured brokenly. “There is a greal deal the matter,” I said. “Tell me —what is it?” For a moment she hesitated, then her head dropped. “I-*-I am Arthur Lester,” she murmured. “Joyce,” I whispered. "Joyce, dear. I am so sorry. I had no idea." “I ought to have told you,” she murmured, though she did not draw herself away from mev “I thought it would be such a surprise for you, for I thought it would be accepted. Th*t was why I was a parlor maid. As you will remember, I described some old maids in my book, and in order to get an intimate knowledge of them I obtained a position at The Lindens. I am staying now with iqy aunt, who is an Invalid. That is the service I referred to that I am in down here.” ‘!How splendid of you!” I cried. "What you must have gone through for the sake of your book,” "But it wasn’t any good," she replied. I , “But it was some good.” I insisted, for otherwise we should never have come together.’! Once more her head drooped, but this time it -rested on my shoulder. Joyce was mine at last.—E. NewtonBungey in M. A. P.

Dangerous.

-> Invalid Husband—Did the doctor say that T was to take all that medicine? Wise —Yes, dear. Invalid Husband—Why, there’s enough to kiir* donkey! Wife—Then you’d better not i take afToritrJohnLL . .. ... The Australian state of Victoria spends nearly 8500.000 a year in its warfare rab-

COATS for COLD WEATHER

- Fur-trimmed coats are in first favor. They equal the entire fur coat in popularity and are considered a trifle smarter for everyday street wear. The sketch shows three of these coats and one Buster •Brown coat, over which is worn a fur mantle. . ?

Women and Civilization.

Woman had little to do directly with the shaping of old civilization, but we can not help thinking that our modern sense of life and its more real and human investment are largely and directly due not only to spiritual qualities and distinctively feminine, but to feminine initiative. In the clarified light of the soul womanhood has been translated. The woman is still the mother, but maternity has for our modern vision a significance which is not merely physical, but spiritual—in its fullest meaning it Is the liberation of humanity for finer uses. She Is nearer than man to the new Nature, as she was to the old. But onr ultra-modern naturalism has a pellucid atmosphere, full of light, and there is a clearer vision of truth. The humanities and, we might also say, the divinities, have been transformed. A delusive network of sophistication has vanished. The terms "masculine” and “feminine" have no longer their old elemental or conventional meanings. There is, or there is becoming, a new* woman and a new' man, and the distinction between them is not one of “spheres.” No exaltation of life, here or hereafter, could be humanly Interesting or at all human in which woman did not have her proper share and her peculiar distinction. This share and tjiis distinction woman has had in the . great modern renaissance. She first brought the creative imagination within homely bounds. But here we touch upon a field to which we must give separate consideration. —Harper’s.

Fads and Fancies

The new colors a]re all subdued, delicacy aqd refinement adding charm to their beauty. Wide wale herges and other coarse weaves are worn by girls more tha.n the smooth cloths. The newest coiffure is flat in front and piled heavily over the ears. It is called the Brittany. » Jet buttons are a favorite mode of adding the invaluable touch of black to a colored garment. The new felt hats are lovely, the felt in many cases being difficult to distinguish from cloth. 4 Many of the handsomest silk gauzes have printed borders which work well Into the new draperies. The spherical button in gilt and also in silver, is appearing among the novelties in dress trimming. - > Black waists are popular and are shown in net, crepe, voile, messallne, taffeta, mpire and satin. Coats for fancy wear have lace insertion on the collar. It is usually

placed to form an inset panel. Again, lace is used on the cuffs, entirely covering them, and a belt is designed of lace on the cloth and cut to point low at the front. All pieces are stitched to the jacket.

ABOUT THE BABY

Food for the Baby. Make a thin paste with two tablespoonfuls of flour and boil it fn a quart of water for fifteen minutes (pour paste in water while it is boiling). Then skim half pint of cream off a quart of milk. To this cream add one and one-half pints of the above gruel and two tablespoonfuls of granulated sugar. If milk sugar can be obtained substitute four tablespoonfuls of it in the place of the granulated. This amount Is for twenty-four hours, onequarter of a pint to be given every two and one-half hours as a feeding. If the baby won’t retain the milk, feed it the plain gruel mixed with the sugar. This is an old nurse’s recipe and has stood the test of time, bringing little ones back to strength and health when all other foods have failed. Back to tbe Curve**. 'Couturiers are following closer the lines of the figure than at the beginning of the season. That is to say that now since Parisians have returned from the country and invested in new corsets, their figures are somewhat more reasonable. The corsetiers have decided that they have been murdering the feminine figure long enough, making only lines and angels where curves ought to be. However, things have not yet adjusted themselves, and the normal figure will not be with us until next spring. ' Only Woman Sargean. Dr. Rose Ringgold is the only woman contract surgeon in the United States army. When on duty she wears a divided skirt and a uniform coat. She is especially interested in the hospital problem of ah army in the field, and has made a study at the work of the Japanese hospital corps in the war with Russia. Folding; (ha Skirt. To fold a dress skirt properly for .packing and so avoid the crease down the middle of the front breadth, fasten the skirt band and pin the back to the middle of the band in front. Lay the skirt on a table or other flat surfact, right side out. With the front

breadth down. Smooth out all creases and lay folds flat. Then begin at the outer edges and roll each slds toward the center back until the two rolls meet. In this way the hang of the skirt is not injured, there are no wrinkles and the front breadth is smooth and flat. If the' skirt is too long for the trunk fold it near the top and place a roll of tissue paper under the fold. Fop Invalid*. Beef Juice.—Take lean round steak. Heat it slightly in a* pan over the fire, then squeeze in a warm lemon squeezer. Season with a little salt. Serve in a colored claret glass, as invalids often object to beef Juice on account of the color. Baked Milk—Put the milk in a Jar, covering the opening with white paper, and bake in a moderate oven until thick as cream. May be taken by the most delicate stomach. Glycerin add Lemon Juice.—Half and half on a piece of absorbent cotton is the best thing to moisten the lips and tongue of a fever-parched patient. Onion Gruel—Boil a few sliced onions in a pint of fresh milk, stirring in a little oat meal and a pinch of salt; boil until the onions become tender, and take at once. I Halrdreanlnjr Style*.

The Explanation.

'‘Charlie, dear,” queried the fair maid at the ball park, "why does that man behind the hitter wear such a big bib?” “That,” explained Charlie, "Is to keep his shirt front from getting mussed when the ball knocks his teeth out" —Chicago News. " ~T~ 0»e Way. \ .■A,,.Canadian statesman proposes to solve the woman suffrage problem by giving the ballot to all women who have babies. Next! A Mfsstsslppl woman has Just be* gun a seven years’ term In the penitentiary lor stealing half a pound of batteraad&vaegss. ;