Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 35, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 February 1910 — Page 3

A VOKAJTB THOUGHT. Sun a woman—therefor* X may not Jail to him, cry to him, (Fly to him, •Bid him delay not! ffhen when he cornea to m«, must alt quiet; jßtill aa a atone— All silent and cold. W my heart riot—•crush and defy it! Should I grow bold, Say one dear thipg to him, All my life fling to him, Cling to him—iWhat to atone Jis enough for my alnning? [This were th* cost to me, {This were my winning—- • That he were lost to me. (Not as a lover At last if he part from me, my heart from me. 'Hurt beyond cure— * Calm and demure Then must I hold me, In myself fold me, Lest he discover; Showing no sign to him By look of mine to him What he has been to me— How my heart turns to him, Tallows him, yearns to him, ‘ Brays him to love me. Pity me, lean to me, Thou God above me! —Richard Watson Gilder.

The Day of the Slave

“The idea of expecting anyone to b® serious to-day!” she mocked, mischievously. “Why all Nature is simply hilarious! Riotous birds, frolicking ” “Natur® go hang!” he exploded, “you’re just choking me off. You always find some excuse for not listening.” “Well, thfin. why inslst upon express4ng yourself as to the future? Why not be and happy in the now?” “When a certain important matter is settled, I shall be prepared to enjoy the ‘now,’ ’’ he finished. “Your confidence is amazing.” “Certain doom is easier to bear than suspense,” he asserted. “It’s no use, Stella, the time has come and ” "Hark! Hark! Hear that perfectly wonderful bird song? Why, it’s like a part of our new duet.” She broke into a ringing carol which Apparently silenced the bird, but pres-

"OH YOU —YOU WRETCH.”

ently it rallied and poured down a flood of thrills that threatened her iwlth extinction. "Help me, Ned,’’ she cried. Ned succumbed to her blandishments, „as usual, his glumness fled, he lifted up his voice with hers, and together they produced such a volume of melody that the bird, after another frantic overflow, gave it up and flew away. "Wasn’t it the funplest contest?” she bubbled. “Our voices harmonized beautifully, in the clear air.” "Our voices always harmonize; they were made for each other. Stella “Oh, yonder are stepping stohes!" she cried, running down the hill to the stream. “Can’t we cross here, and not tag the others away down to the bridge? We’d beat them to the picnic grounds, too.” A wicked Inspiration filled Ned with exultation, If he could only stick it out. Objection was sure to add to her determination. “Looks deep in the channels each aide of that big rock, and you can’t jump the gaps, either.” "Well, 'you can help me across," she said confidently. “Oh, yes,” he assented, i"I can help you across easily. But I must put in another stone first.” He felt mean, but reminded himself that she deserved ft. In a few minutes he had swung her aafely across to the large rock in the center of the stream; as he leaped to it himself, the newly placed /stone swayed and turned. "Oh!" she cried, "It might have thrown us both in!" “That’s so," he returned. fie hid a grin, as with the hooked ban die oC her umbrella.. ha. helped it

into the deeper channel, where It ae» tied to the bottom. ' Suddenly realising the disadvantages of her position, Stella shivered, saying: "Let’s hurry, this rock will turn over, too.” “Oh, no, It’s solid,” Ned stamped. “Good thing, too; I need firm footing for the jump; channel’s wider on this side. Here goes!’? ”oh, I thought sure you’d fall in, Ned. Put in several more stones for me, those are so wide apart I don’t believe I can get over. “No, I don’t think you can,” Ned replied. “Well, then, hurry and get the stones.” “Yes, enough to build a bridge,” Ned assented, regarding the bunding material indifferently. “But you needn’t build a bridge; three more will be enough, I’m sure.” “Or two, perhaps,” Ned amended. “Why don’t you put them In, then?” she snapped, out of patience. "Oh, there’s no hurry,” stretched, back on the grass. .“Well, of all the— Maybe you think I like being a prisoner on a ! rock In mid-ocean,” she suggested sarcastically. “Maybe I think I like it.” “Ned Holcomb! What on earth de you mean?” “That’s easy,” Ned sprang up; “every dog has his day, likewise slave. This Is the day of the’slave.” “Oh, you—you wretch,” she spluttered, not even pretending to misunderstand him, “But I’ll show you I’m not so helpless as you imagine.” She made a motion as if to attempt to leap. Ned smiled, repeating: “This Is the day of the slave. I am going to have a hearing—Stella, will ” She clapped her hands over her ears and gazed at the treetops. Ned composed himself at ease on the grass.. Stella boiled with indignation. “I’ll fling myself Into the deepest water and drown If you don’t help me off Instantly!” she threatened, darkly. “Oh, you wouldn’t drown. I’d pull you out and put you on the rock again to dry.” She stamped In vexation, the tilted heel glanced, she staggered and caught herself with an alacrity that belied her threat. Ned remained inert and unconcerned. “I wish I had something to throw at you!” she stormed. “You couldn’t hit me, you know,” he grinned.* She thrust her bare arm to the elbow in the water, but- failed to fish up a stone wherewith to display her accuracy of alm and punish him. “Ready to listen?” Ned laughed. She disdained to answer. “This rock Is as hot as —as Gibraltar. My feet are blistering.” She flounced about and studied the back trail of stones. “I believe I could jump It with my shoes off.” she commented, careful that he should hear. “Maybe,” he returned. “You’d only get a good wetting if you fell in, you know.” “I should think you’d be ashamed of yourself,” she opined, after a sulky silence. “Oh, surely not now,” he protested. “I’m puffed with pride. I’ve Instituted a rebellion —which took a lot of courage—and I’ve laid a siege which I mean to maintain until capitulation. It’s only when I look back at my former abject condition that I blush.” “I presume you expect to dictate the terms of capitulation,” she jeered. —“Certainly,” Ned agreed. , Silence for a space. Then she jerked her hat low, hid her face In her handkerchief and burst Into sobs, quavering: “I never you’d treat me like this.” . Ned set his teeth, again reminding himself that she was au adept at simulation. "Better have my handkerchief,” he offered; “that bit of lace Is inadequate for such a shower.” At length the young man raised to an elbow and listened, a smile growing to a broad grin. “Our little drama is to have spectators,” he mused. Stella listened an Instant, then sprang up, crying vehemently: “Oh, oh! You wouldn’t dare to keep me here till they come!" “I’m In a daring mood; however, It rests with you.” “But just imagine what they’ll think!” “I know what the fellows’ll think. I hear their cheers for the erstwhile spiritless slave. As for the girl% you can, perhaps, picture their thoughts and actions.” “Oh, please, Ned, please take me off. They’ll laugh at me forever! Please, please, Ned!” Ned choked, but replied firmly: “It cuts me to the heart to refuse you, Stella, but I must. I am determined to have my answer if the whole world stands gaping. Stella, will you marry me?” Stella closed her Ups stubbornly. Around the bend came lilts of song and merry whoops from the approaching party, as yet hidden by the woods. She made again as If to attempt the leap, faltered and shrank, then turned to her relentless jailer and nodded violently. ' “I can’t accept signs that may leave loopholes for evasion,” Ned asserted; “I must have a plain, verbal answer— Stella, will you marry me?” “Oh, yes, Ned, yes! Hurry! They’ll be here In a minute!’’ "Marry me soon?” “Yes, yes! Whenever you please! Hurry, Ned!” "AU right, girlie,’? the stones flew into place, and M he swung her over Ned whispered, “Forgive me, dear; || was brutal.*'—Mww OrUaee Tlm®®-Da®A •crat,

Topic the Times

Drug clerks In Norway get from |375 to |536 a year. An International botanical congress wUI be held at Brussels In May. The German army is using paper kettles, which are said to be of Japanese invention. Duluth, at the head of Lake Superior, has the greatest mineral tonnage of any port In the world. The first—national Thanksgiving proclamations were issued by Congress during the Revolutionary War. It Is estimated that 75 per cent of the products advertised in street cars of Canada are of American manufacture. The New England Thanksgiving dates from 1633, when the Massachusetts Bay colony set apart a day for thanksgiving. More than 90 per cent of the cities of this country with a population of 10,000 or more are equipped with electric fire alarms. Twenty-four electric locomotives to be used In the New York tunnel extension of the Pennsylvania Railroad are now being built. Each weighs 330,000 pounds, and will develop 4,000horse power, which is about three times as much as a giant steam locomotive. —Popular Mechanics. Valuable manuscripts transferred to the library of congress this year from various departments of the government Include all the “applications for office” during Washington’s administration, the original vouchers and accounts of Washington’s expenses during the revolution, and historical documents regarding revolutionary pension claims. Business transactions between Chinese merchants and foreign firms are usually In taels. The tael is not a coin, but a Chinese ounce of silver. It varies In different places both as to weight and "touch" or (fineness), and the exchange between the tael and the dollar, or between the former and the copper Coinage is constantly fluctuating. , The only coin in use In China until recently was the copper cash (of which there are about 1,200 to the Mexican dollar, or 2,850 to the American dollar, but these are fast disappearing except in the more or less remote interior. A new coin or “ten-cash piece” has been yiade at the provincial mints, and It Is rapidly displacing the old copper cash. The relative value between these and sil'ver dollars or taels is fluctuating. The railway across the isthmus of Tehuantepec is 190 miles long. It was constructed chiefly with British capital and is controlled In part at least by the Mexican government. It was built especially for the purpose of handling, freight between; the Atlantic and Pacific, and, although opened at the beginning of 1907, has already carried about $100,000,000 worth of merchandise passing chiefly between the ’Atlantic and Pacific ports of the United States. The living conditions of the workers In the larger mines of Mexico are extremely humble. The average man and bls family live In a one-rqom shack, mud house, stone hut, or dugout along some bank. Their food consists of dried meat, fried flour cakes, beans and rank coffee. Stoves are found only In the better homes, the laborer’s meal being cooked over a little fire between stones. At meal times the family gather around- the fire and they sleep on blankets on the floor.

The .gold dollar in the United States has practically gone out of circulation afid now it is rumored that the silver do|lar is likely to follow it, at least to some extent, Into its innocuous desuetude. The reason for this seems to be simply that the government has ceased its practice of paying the expressage on shipments of silver dollars. Banks, therefore, prefer the currency, which is so much lighter, and in many sections of the country in greater demand at their windows. Most of the New York savings institutions have decided to make the rate of the semi-annual interest allowed their depositors on Jan. 1 next the same as the last half-yearly figures; in other words, to continue such payments on a 4 per cent annual basis. Certain of them, and these rank among the largest, have, however, taken the ground that 3y 2 per cent is all that could be allowed with a due regard for conservatism and have adopted action In accordance therewith. Massachusetts has taken up the idea of a poor man’s credit bank. This is an institution where men of little means can get loans with no security except their personal character. The bank accepts deposits and pays a small rate of interest on them. It Is organized in the form of a company, every member of which can get small loans on the indorsement of other members. As the society is very careful in admitting members, there is little likelihood of loss. The scheme has worked well In Germany.

BOOKS AND AFFINITIES.

Woe Caused by First Editions Almost Equals Soul-Mate Havoc. Not long ago a woman sued her husband for separation and alimony because he paid too much attention to an aeroplane he was building, and

ly the latest thing in the marital unhappiness line. It may be the latest thing, but It Is by no means the strangest. First editions —the erase for the first copies tg books written by famous authors —have caused more downright unhappiness in families than anything outside of drunkenness and affinities. Most of the wives of first-edition fiends do not sympathize with the search for high-priced volumes, says the Washington Post. They do not see why they should be denied a $25 hat, while the head of the family hands over $32 for a first edition of Walter Pater. Who was Pater, anyhow? And what’s the use of having lan old book like that around when nobody, not even Mr. Bibliophile himself,- reads It or ever expects to read It? Few of the first-edition fiends read the books that they pay such fancy prices for. They will pay $14.50 for a first copy of the “Ballad of Reading Gaol,” and If they find that they really want to read the poem they will buy another copy. A man who had three complete of Dickens recently paid $1,400 for a first edition of the “Pickwick Papers,” but he wouldn’t dream of actually reading that precious copy. Ask them what joy they derive from buying the books and they will answer: “Oh, not until you get the fever can you ever know the pleasure of the thing. It’s almost as satisfactory to put a cross alongside the name of a precious book in the seller’s list as It is to own the book.” Some of the worst fiends will spend their last dollar on a first edition, and then carry it home under their coat so as to conceal the purchase from Mrs. Bibliophile. Others will glibly explain that It was a book they borrowed from a friend. Sometimes the wife is filled with a sense of the injustice of the thing; sometimes when the husband can afford the price paid for the books without depriving the wife it is a mere matter of jealousy on her part. The husband seems to love the books more than his wife, wherefore she feels aggrieved. The wise fiend buys his books secretly, treats them with Indifference and his wife with even greater consideration than before, knowing that the dear books will understand and not feel hurt.

Tigers in India.

In India the traditions of folklore are numerous and strange. Among those pertaining to the tiger the following are the most peculiar: The uneducated Hindoo (and he is in the great majority! believes that the ghost of a man killed by a tiger rides on the head of the beast that slew him to warn him of danger and to guide him to new victims.- It is declared that God provides for the tiger’s dally wants to the' amount of 1 rupee a day—.that Is to say, if the tiger kills a calf worth 6 rupees he will not be allowed another victim for five days. Eating the flesh of a tiger is supposed to give one great cou/age and alertness, but the whiskers must first be singed off the beast or his spirit will haunt the man who fed off him, and he Is likely to be turned into a tiger in the next world. The following incident really occurred In a small Indian village in the interior: One of the villagers was unfortunately killed by a tiger. The police Investigated the accidental death and rendered this verdict: "Pandu died of a tiger eating him. There was no other cause of death. Nothing was left of him save his bones and some fingers, which probably belonged to either the right or left hand.”—Washington Star.

Peculiar Optical Effects.

If one places a pinhead up close to the eye and directly in front of it the head of the pin appears transparent and things may be seen as easily through it as through a sheet of isinglass, the head appearing simply as a large round cloud. If it is placed somewhat closer no pin or head can be seen at all. If one goes into a very dark room and puts a lighted candle near the side of one eye very pretty and peculiar effects are observed. A tracery, forming a regular network, can be easily detected, and this is merely the shadow thrown by the candle on the retina of the eye df the small capillary blood vessels between the retina and the candle. If one looks to the side of a dim star tn the heavens the star Appears a great deal brighter than direct vision makes it appear. This is because the light in the Indirect view falls on what is known as the '“yellow spot” or point of keenest vision. As this is not put directly behind the front of the eye the side glance is necessary. Some people can see stars that way that they cannot perceive at all on direct vision.— Pittsburg Dispatch.

It Did Sound Funny.

“That was an awful joke your wife sprung." "I didn’t hear it.” “Well, shortly after you were married she told my wife that she’d taken a flat, but might leave it at any time.”

Possibly a Scheme.

“A New York broker is said to be so stingy that he buys bls coal by the peck.” "Perhaps that’s precaution, not stinginess. It may be that he doesn’t want to start a bull market.” —Washington Herald. When a doctor assists at an operation, he is as particular to have it mentioned as a woman who assists at a reception.

DAD’S OL’ FIDDLE.

Tisn’t pulty, that ol’ Addle, hangirf there ag*ln the wall. But among my household treasures It’s the dearest of ’em all; It is scarred an’ scratched an’ battered, but I’ve got an idee it. If ol’ dad was here to work it, could perduce some music yit. He was just a country fiddler of the Rack-Back-Davy sort. Had no virtuoso trainin’, all come t® him as a forte, An’ among his rlppertory there was one inspirin’ tune That would start us all to dancin’; which was “Ol Zip Coon!” In tl\e evenin’ after supper, when the stock had all bln fed An’ the modest skies was blushin* at the sun a-goln’ to bed, Dad ’d set an’ tune “Ol’ Betsy,” scrap- 1 in at the strings, I swear, Till he’d start ol’ Towser howlin’ like a death was in the air! — Then he’d shet his eyes a minute a-re-flectin’ what to play, An’ would start with. "Camptown Races,” take a whirl at “Ol Dog Tray,” Us a-waitln’ with impatience, fur we knowed that purty soon • He would start the strings a-qulverin' with ‘ “Ol Zip Coon!”

At the big corn huskin’ dances In the country dad was there In hls Sunday-go-to-meetin’s, an’ with bear’s lie on his hair, An’ he’d git to jerkin’ music that ’d charm a eppycure, With hls cowhide boot a-beatin’ tc the measure on the floor, They would waltz an’ they would shottlsh, dance the “Ol’ Vlrginny Reel,” , Till they’d see him puttin’ “Betsy” Into extry careful tune, Then they’d pound the lumber llVely t« ' his : “ ' "Ol Zip Coon!” I He’s a-layin’ in the shadder of a wilier tree back there. Where the music of his Addle ust to 'lectrify the air, An’ the instrument a-hangln’ on the wall he left to me As a every-day reminder of his blessed memory. An’ I often git a-thlnkln’ if he had ‘‘Ol’ Betsy" now Up among his feller spirits there ’d be ajolly row! He’d forglt he was in heaven'an’ would git her Into tune. An’ would have the angels raggin’ t« his “Ol Zip r —-— Coon!* •—Denver Weekly News-Times.

Diseases of Fear.

If you are afflicted with an unreasonable fear of anything, do not wast« time being ashamed of yourrftelf; hurry at once to a doctor, advises a writer in Success Magazihe. A writer in the Dietetic and Hygienic Gazette has compiled a list of fear diseases from which it appears that everything, from screaming at mice to being afraid to go home in the dark, is a well recognized mental ailment. The tramp* is in reality a sufferer from ergophobia, or fear of work, often complicated with aquaphobia and sapophobia, which makes him shun the bathtub. Slderophobia and astrophobia cause timid ladies to go intc the closet when it thunders and lightens. Any number of people have cat and dog phobias. Phantophobla Is what you would have if you wen afraid of your shadow; while an allaround, unqualified coward might bt called a phantophoblac. The list li long and includes almost every human weakness except the actress’ horror ol publicity.

What She Was.

Flossie and Mabel, touring the country on one of the famous see-it-if-you can excursions, were tramping tht streets of New Orleans. A comely brunette of delicate complexion and stately carriage -otung graciously by them. Flossy, excitedly nodding toward her, whispered loudly, “Oh, look, Mabel! There goes one of them beautl ful octagons.” “Huh!” exclaimed Mabel, “what a gooeie you are, Flossie, dear. That isn’t what they call them at all. She is a pronouheed nectarine.”—Succesj Magazine.

The Point of View.

"Isn’t it dreadful the way these frauds and ways to cheat and swindle are being discovered? Just look at this page of the paper—full of them!” “And here’s a long article about the customs officers holding all travelers to a strict Investigation.” "Isn’t that just too mean! How is Cousin Anne going to get through to me. those lovely gloves she bought for me in Paris?’—Baltimore American.

Good Intentions.

Said Charon to Diabolus, “Your pavement’s simply awful! To leave your streets In such a fix Is surely quite unlawful.” “The contract’s let for street repaired Replied the Prince Imperial] “But not till New'Year's Dhy is past Shall we have good material.”

THE LORD OF THE JUNGLE.

"I have seen a tiger, sitting up a hundred yards from me In the otin'Ught, washing hl® face like a cat, andve a couple of steps Into the shade, and fade away like the Cheshire cat In ‘'Alice in Wonderland;’ but what is more extraordinary is that he can move without some dry leaf or stalk crackling to betray him/’ says a writer in the London Times. "Ofter in a beat in the middle of the hot season the inexperienced sportsman’s heart is in his mouth as he hears the crushing of a dead leaf, the slow, stealthy tread of what seems some heavy animal; but it is only ‘moa,’ the peacock, the first to move ahead of the beaters. Then after a period of strained watering, when the eye can and does detect the move of the tiniest bird, the quiver of a leaf, suddenly, without a sound, th® great beast stands before you. “He does not always case to move quietly, but when he does death is not more silent. "The question of how a white or otherwise abnormally marked tiger can take Its prey Is simplified by the fact that as a general rule the tiger kills at night or at dawn or dusk, and that it is only the cattle-killing tiger who takes his lordly toll of the village cattle by day. “Again, that wonderful voice, th® most mournful sound in captivity, which literally hushes the jungle and fills the twilight with horror, is a powerful aid to him in his hunting. Often I have heard it. The memory of one occasion is as vivid as the moment when it held me spellbound. "I was stalking sambur in the evening in a glade in the forest, when suddenly, from not fifty yards above, me, rang out a long, low, penetrating moan which seemed to fill the jungle with a terrifying thrill, and for a moment made the heart stand still. “The native shikaree, who in spite of Mowgl’s contempt may know something of jungle ways, believes that th® deer, hearing the tiger’s voice, and unable from the reverberating nature of the sound to locate the position of their enemy, stand or lie still, and give him the chance of stalking his prey. "There is probably some truth in this, for unless you are following the tiger and have seen him, it is almost Impossible from the sound alone to tell with any certainty where he is.’*

Call of the Service.

I’ve come back, Mr. Sergeant, though my last three bit is done, And my “buzzard” (when I got it) seemed to be so hardly won, For I’ve heard the service editing, and in fancy I can see My old place waiting for me yet, with dear old Company D. I’ve been wandering through the country, from the mountains to the ... sea, But I’m longing for the good old life, the easy life and free. The life I’ve led for many years, and my fathers did before. The life, please God, that I’ll live now and on forevermore. I want to walk my post again, to feel the breezes blow, And see the tents all white at night, in straight and even row, And the relief once more to halt, and ■ march back" to the tent, And snatch four little hours of sleep, for out again I’m sent ■ * 4 .» 1 Send me westward to the Islands where soft the breezes blow. And the natives in their hammocks swing so gently to and fro. For I long again to hear the call at morn of reveille, And the echoes faint returning from the mountains ’cross the bay. So I-have come back, sergeant, for my wandering is done, And I’ll ask for nothing better than once more to grasp a gun. To touch my elbows with the boys a* into ranks we fall. Until we stand to answer the last great / buglecall.

A Quaint Endorsement.

J. Pierpont Morgan, at a recent diocesan convention In New York, amused a group of clergymen with a story of a minister.' "He was as Ignorant, this good man, of financial matters,” said Mr. Morgan, “as the average financier Is Ignorant of matters ecclesiastical. He once received a check—the first he had ever got in his life—and took it to a hank for payment. ‘"But you must endorse the check,’ said the paying teller, returning it through his little window. “ “Endorse ItT said the old minister, in a puzzled tone. ‘"Yes, of course. It must be endorsed on the back.’ " T see,’ said the minister. And turning the check over, , he wrote across the back of It: “ ‘I heartily endorse this check.’ ’’

Hazardous Business.

The maiden dropped her lovely eyes. Later she cast her. eyes far down the rocky slopes of the mountainside. After shp had rested them upon the topmost branches of a nearby tree she,let them fall upon the waters of a placid lake. Then a visit to an oculist was imperative.—Judge.

One at Home.

Mrs. Happy wed—l never saw an educated bear. Did you? Patient Wife— Yes, Indeed, We have one. Come over some afternoon when he Is at home. It doesn’t take much work to convince a man that he needs a rest