Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 39, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 February 1910 — Page 3

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‘'The Valley of Baca. “You mean " Catharine Macey asked, slowly. j “I mean,” the doctor answered gravely, ‘‘that you had better send for some friend at once.” The girl lay very still for several minutes. * The doctor’s keen eyes, watching, saw the slow tears gather, but that was all. Presently she spoke:' “It isn’t dying. I have known that for some time. It was only that it seems so—lonesome. I haven’t a relative in the world nearer than a cousin, and not a friend to whom I could send.. It is very foolish of me”—-with a small, brave, appetyling smil’er-“to care for that now, isn’t it?” The doctor’s hand closed over the thin one with stanch friendship in its firm touch. He had seen many young lives meet their sentence; he had never seep one meet it more bravely. “That is where you are wrong,” he said. “You have three friends, at least. lam one, Miss Baker is another. The third will come to you to-day.” The girl’s eyes opened wide in astonishment. “A friend of mine—coming to-day? Who can it be? Why, there isn’t anybody.” The doctor had risen now, and stood smiling down upon her. “You will know more before night. Now I want you to promise to eat all that Miss Baker brings you. Will .you?” “Yes,” Catharine answered. There was a bright spot of excited color in each cheek. What would she not do for & friend to help her down the unknown way of these last weeks? She took what the nurse brought, and then lay quietly looking out at the geranium hedge beyond her window.,. Presently she slept a little. She woke at the sound of a light knock and a low voice. “May I come in, dear?” “Please,” the girl gasped. If she should be a disappointment—this unknown friend! The door opened softly, and the two faced each other—the gray-haired woman with the brave, sweet, serene face, and the girl who had so little time to live. The girl gave a little cry. Oh, how did you know how I wantad you—when I never had seen you?” She was taken home to Mrs. Dana’s that afternoon. The next day she waitad impatiently for the doctor. Who is she?” was,her eager question. Tell me all. How did she come to me? It is the most wonderful thing that ever happened in my life. It is so beautiful to have it—at the last!’* The doctor nodded; he had known how it would be. He told the fetory briefly—of the fight for the life of an only daughter, of the defeat at the end, of the love which immediately turned its own sorrow into service. For six years now this woman had been giving herself to other girls who were fighting their sad battle with the same foe. Each, till death or recovery put an end to the need, became her daughter, v ith full rights to all her care and devotion. The sick girl, who was no longer alone, murmured a few words. “What did you say?” the doctor asked. ( Catharine looked up at him, smiling. "It was just a bit out of one of the Psalms, she said. “It made me think of Mrs. Dana, ‘Who passing through the valley of Baca, make It a well.’ ” Youth’s Companion. Ansel Valera Heard To-Day. Many are the voices that speak in this noisy world, and various the messages they bring. There are the harsh tones of strife, the commanding tones of authority, the pleading accents of poverty, and there often sounds the dulcet tones of the tempter’s voice, when he seeks to delude, if he can! God’s very own. And so are heard on every side the cries and counter-cries of humanity, till life seems one big Babel. But not all the voices of life are tempting voices for many of them are sweet, earnest calls to be good and godly. Into every life sound some angel voices, and the hymning of these angelic voices constitutes a kind of heavenly overtone to life without which its burdens and its sorrows would be quite Insupportable. There may be no “vision of angels” while yet it Is true that good Influences In one way or another play upon every soul, which it may elect to receive or reject, but which it rejects at its peril, and such angelic inspirations, like all other good and perfect gifts, ccwne down frbm above, from the Father of lights. As once at Bethlehem of old, so still over the broader fields 1 of the wide, wide world sing the angels that song of “Peace to men of good will” whose refrain is the primal melody of Christianity, whose meaning wa= not exhausted by the appropriating faith of the wondering Judean shepherds. Give ear to these pleadings'of the Spirit of God with you In behalf of that better self which you ought to become! Cease all selfish strife, oh, men of earth, and hear the angels aloft: “Glory to God In the highest and on the earth peace and good will to men,” A Perfected U se. in our joyful attitude at the festive season there are two thoughts of PPace. There lb the peace in the midst of conflict, peace in spite of trouble, the peace of the armed man forced to defend the right And there is peace

to be attained, a joy that is set before us, “the hope that maketh not ashamed.” Beyond the struggles of this present time “a rest remaineth for the people of God.” We are working toward a perfected life, toward the fulfillment of that prayer which Christ Himself taught His disciples, that God's will may be done “on earth as It is in heaven." Our present joy leads on to final overcoming. The Christmas thought looks backward; but looks forward, too. It reaches toward the glorious attainment of Christ’s purpose and unshadowed joy when we shall know even as we are known. The battlefield is the necessary place of present Christian peace. And that peace is attainable by every disciple. It springs from within, where we have made room for the presence of God, not from without. The secret of peace is nbCrff 'clTcumstances, it is in going where Christ leads. He will bring us to the common field of work and trial. But through whatever experience of trouble or conflict we may pass in this new year and onward we shall never be dependent on mere outward things. The Guiding Star. Balaam said, .“There shall come forth a star out of Jacob.” Christ, the Messiah, has come forth—a star in the galaxy of brilliant teachers —but He has eclipsed them all. From the East, the cradle of the race and the home of its childhood, have radiated the noble truths and principles which have had their highest development in art and science and religion in this the crowning century of the centuries. “We saw His star.” All men need a guiding star. The north star has shed his pale and peaceful light upon adventurous wanderers from the remotest ages, and has ever been their guide over unknown oceans and to safe landings on new shores. God has from time to time raised up men of commanding genius, who have shone like stars in the dark corners of the heavens, thus marking the paths of secular knowledge and industry; and by His Grace, a guiding Star has risen upon the horizon of every soul, to direct its way into regions of truth and duty. Christ is that Light “which lighteth every man that cometh into the world.”

COLOSSUS OF RHODES.

One of the Ancient Seven Wonder* of the World. The ancients succeeded in making that alloy of copper which is known as bronze. Among the seven wonejers of the world was the famous statue wholly jnade of bronze, historically known as the Colossus of Rhodes. It represented Phoebus, the national deity of the Rhodians. It was begun by Chares, a pupil of Lysippus, the sculptor, and was completed by Laches 288 B. C. The popular belief is that it stood astride the harbor of Rhodes, that it was 106 feet high and that ships could easily sail between its legs. Pliny said that few men could clasp its thumb. It was cast on metal plates, afterward joined together, and this process occupied five years. In the interior was a spiral staircase reaching into its head, and in a great mirror suspended to its neck were reflected the coast of Syria and the ships sailing to Egypt. After it had stood for sixty-four years this colossus was overthrown by an earthquake, and its remains lay on the shore for 923 years—that is, until A. D. 672—when they were sold by the Saracens to a dealer. The original cost was 300 talents—about $6,000,000 —and it is not too much to say that a similar image might be constructed now in one-fourth of the time and at one-third of the original cost. Rhodes, the post was adorned with 1,00 coloson the brain, for Pliny relates that the port was adorned with 1,000 colassal statues of the sun.

Bread and Gloves.

“Did you ever notice that the man who brings bread to this place always wears heavy gloves?” asked the regular boarders at the hashery in addressing his guest. No, I don t get here often enough to notioe it,” answered his friend. M ell, you see hlip now. He always wears gloves, especially in handling rye bread.” “Yes?” “It’s a fact. Maybe you would not believe me if I told you that he is more apt to get his hands torn and cut than I am working at machinery all day.” “Really?” “I never have learned the real cause, but the bread seems to have rough edges which scratch and cut the hands if it is handled in large quantities. Of course one or two loaves would not have any bad effect, but hundreds of loaves a day passing through a man’s hands seem almost as dangerous as sandpapered brick would be.”—St. Joseph Gazette.

Awful Case.

“Couple of fine girls, ain’t they? One of ’em is a fine singer, and the other one can cook.” “Yes, old man. But there's a tragedy in your home. The one who sings thinks she can cook, and the one who cooks thinks she can sing.”—Cleveland Leader __i 1 ■ « , —-

His Fears.

Hewitt—Yog should bitch your wagon to a star. * " T '—ft—— - Jewett Ybb, and then- a blamed air ship will come a!6ng and get tangled up In the rope.—Judge. Remember that your friends are nol particularly interested in your duSy 1J you feel It lies in telling them of theli Of. :■ ■

Topits of The Times

At Freiburg, Germany, is a rose bush bearing ten thousand buds. Snails boiled in barley water were popular once as a cure for a cough. In certain parts of Germany it is regarded as a death warning to hear a cricket’s cry. Nearly ten thousand beds in London hospitals are daily occupied by the sick and maimed poor. An experiment by an Ohio company of curing tobacco by heat from natural gas stoves has proved successful. Piassava fiber at on time brought up to $336 a ton in Liberia. Competition In other African Countries and in South America has forced this price down at times to as low as S4B a ton. The report from Abyssinia that King Menelek had died and. the dlspatch from Addis Ababa the next day that the king was still alive added another paragraph to “Menelek’s death record,” as kept by a New York newspaper man. According to this tabulation, the dusky rul§r has been reported dead forty-one times, seventeen times in the year 1909. Fourteen young women have been established' as ticket sellers at the subway stations of the Hudson River tunnel system. The general manager of the system is reported to have said that these young ticket sellers are paid it the same rate as men and are quicker in giving change and more courteous. He also thinks it is possible to get a better class of women than men to perform such duties. At 31, Rennl planned and built the London bridge; Tescot, the Louvre; Christopher Wren was commissioned to rebuild St. Paul’s, London; Champollion announced his wonderful discovery of the Egyptian alphabet; Maurice of Saxony secured religious liberty for the Protestants in Germany by the memorable treaty of Passau, and Jenner discovered the virus to counteract smallpox and kindred diseases by vaccination.

After centuries the near east is in the world’s race for growth and progress. Port Said, fifty years ago a small Arab camp, now has a population of 50,000. From one hut, in 1830, Pirseus grown to 80,000. Mersine, not in existence when Ibrahim Pasha anchored his fleet where it now stands, has 22,000; Beirut has multiplied 6,000 inhabitants into 150,000. Gaza increased from in 1840, with small growth till 1887, to 48,000 in 1907. When some of the coolies of the Bangkok United Club opened a door in a small room under the ladies’ staircase the other morning they found that a large python had taken up its abode within. There was a stampede immediately, and some members of the club, hearing the noise, went to investigate the cause. By this time the snake was aroused and glided away down a large ventilating shaft. The python was between ten and twelve feet in length.—Java Times. In the seventeenth century all the abnormally large and small folks of Austria were assembled in Vienna in response to a whim of the empress. As circumstances required that all should be housed in one building there was a fear that the imposing proportions Of the giants would terrify the dwarfs. But the dwarfs teased and tormented the giants so 1 that these overgrown mortals complained with tears in their eyes and as a consequence sentinels had to be placed to protect the giants from their pygmy persecutors. For the smallest men had the biggest brains and the longest tongues. At the battle of Mars la Tour between the French and Germans in 1870 thirteen French soldiers of the Sixtyfourth regiment, though opposed to a whole German battalion, refused to surrender, and getting behind a fallen tree, fought on till all were shot down except three. ‘ The position was then rushed, and the survivors were about to be bayonetted when the French corporal gave the Masonic “sign of distress.” The German leader also a Mason, at once checked his .men, crying, “Don’t harm him; h is my brothIng, “Don’t harm him; he is my brothhim. The Frenchmen were made prisoners. —London Graphic.

WORST BOY IN NEW YORK.

Smart Juvenile Pickpocket Who Can Slake an Honest Llvlns. Admitting a criminal career from coast to coast of the United States, Moses Vogle, 13 years old, of 9 West 112th street, stood before Justice Hoyt, in the children’s court, and was ordered sent to the Jewish Protectory. Moses, who is known to the officers of the Children’s Society as “the worst boy in New York” for his years, promised Justice Hoyt to be a model prisoner in the protectory and to reform on being discharged. "If I can’t live an honest life when I come out I’ll end It all by taking my life,” he said. He said he would plead guilty to anything, hgt the only charge the officers had to make against him was that of “sleeping in a hallway.” While professing the utmost sorrow for his “career in crime,” as he called it, the boy related many experiences he had, and in telling his story mentioned the worst offenses he had committed, the New York Sun says. His “specialty” in.crime is picking pockets, with companions about his own age, and Jib said he and his gang could steal wauhes from men's poCKeta

while a policeman stood six teet away. Justice Hoyt openly expressed his surprise when told that the lad was, a "bad” boy, for Moses does not look the part. , ' , ' “I’m willing to go away if you won’t send me to the House of Refuge,” Moses told the justice. “They havp one of my brothers in that place, and they beat him and treat him badly.” An agent of the Jewish Protectory Interrupted to say he doubted the wisdom of sending “the prisoner at’ the bar” to that institution, “for fear he will spoil the other boys.” Justice Hoyt said he was impressed with’ the promise of Moses to be a good boy hereafter. Moses looks like a boy 10 years old. He told the court he was a "candy merchant” and could earn an honest living if given a chance. “I have run away from home several times,” he confessed, “and I have helped other boys ‘hook hangers’ (watches) from men’s pockets, and done all sorts of other mean things. Also I have been in court about a hats 1 rememher nrm time I was whipped by Lieut. Ward until I promised I would be good. But I got in bad soon, and with two othfer boys I went out West. Did I bum my way? Well, I guess not. We traveled in Pullmans. We had lots of money, and it was easy to get from town to town. We hooked ‘hangers’ right in the front of detectives’ eyes; they were too slow for us. We stopped off in Detroit, Cleveland and Chicago, and finally landed in Los Angeles, where we stayed two months, living on what we picked from men’s pockets. “Sometimes I would shiver v hile ‘covering’ a companion who was hooking a man’s watch, and always I felt mean about these acts, but I didn’t dare to ‘snitch.’ My companions would have done anything to me —push me off a roof or cut my throat—if I had snitched.’ I have made honest money and I have made crooked money. If I had SSO now to start on I bet I could make all sorts of honest money in a short time. Why* already I am a sort of candy trust in nlysflf. I have a gang of boys whom I supply with candy to sell in front of half A dozen of the big theaters, and I rake in the profits. But I pay my boys good wages if they work hard and sell. 75 cents’ worth a night. They can sell this much and loaf on a pretty night, but on a bad night it’s tough. When on a good night they don’t sell 75 cents’ worth I give ’em carfare only and send ’em home. In this way I make money out of boys who won’t work enough to earn their money.”

WOMEN AND WATCHES.

Two Hnulianda Wax Satirical Over Feminine Unpunctuality. “Why do I look as if I wanted to murder somebody?” repeated the man who was kicking his heels in the hotel lobby to the friend who had come in, the New York Tribune says. “Why, it’s my wife. No, I don’t want to murder her, but she does try my patience so by neglecting to keep her watch in good running order, and being, in consequence, always late, or else ridiculously early. She vowed she’d meet me here at 7 to dine, and it’s half-past and she’s not appeared. Well, if we miss the first a<st of the opera afterward, it’s not my fault.” “It’s just like my wife,” said the other man. “I’ve tried to impress on her that a watch requires to be wound regularly, at about the same time every day, but she continues to wind hers any old time when she thinks of it. Frequently she forgets and lets it run down, and the next day she’s likely to wind it twice. At odd times it serves as a baby’s plaything, and then it will lie for a couple of days on the cold bureau top, exposed to the dust. If my wife would be content to regard her watch merely as an ornament I shouldn’t mind, but to have her treat it so and then persist in keeping engagements by it does ruffle me.” Just then the first man’s wife rushed in. “Have you been waiting long, Henry?” she panted. “I just discovered this minute that my watch had run down. It had at 6 o clock, and I’ve been dawdling around, thinking it was still 6, and that I had oceans of time.”

Length of Dreams.

Three physicians were discussing the matter of the length of dreams. “One afternoon,” said one of them, “I called to see a patient, and, much to my satisfaction, I found him sleeping soundly. I sat by his bed, felt of his pulse without disturbing him and waited for him to awaken. After a few minutes a junk dealer’s cart with discordant ringing bells* turned into the street, and as their first tones reached hs my patient opened his eyes. j “ ’Doctor,’ he said, *i’m glad to see you and awfully glad that you woke me, fdr I have been tortured by a most distressing dream that must have lasted for several hours. I dreamed that I was sick, as I am, and that my boy came into the room with a string of most horribly sounding sleighbells and rang them in my ears, while I hadn’t power to move or speak to him; I suffered tortures for what appeared to be an interminable time. I’m so-glad you woke me'.’ ; “The ringing‘of those bells for one second had caused all of that dream and Just at the waking moment.” When a girl says that she has no use for a certain young man it usually means that he has no time for her. The more expensive a thing is the easier it hr to get akmg wltbout it, -

1 his government, the offspring of our own choice, uninfluenced and unawed, adopted upon full investigation and mature deliberation, completely free in its principles, in the distribution of its powers, uniting security with energy, and containing within itself a provision for its own.* amendment, has a just claim to your confidence and support.”—From President Geo. Washington’s address to the people of the United States, Sept. 17, 1796.

FEBRUARY TWENTY-TWO.

All year we’re talked of Dewey, Of Teddy and the rest— We’ve gloried in the knowledge That they are of the best. We’ve sung a song of triumph—- _ A song that’s never done. We’ve treated and we’ve toasted “The man behind the gun.” Our thoughts must now turn backward To times long of the past— To-day the modem heroes Must be in shadow cast, For we must sing the eulogy—. (No other song can match it) The modern hero of the past— The boy behind the hatchet

HERO AND STATESMAN.

Washington Well Earned the Place He Holds In History. Our country has among Its statesmen many noble and worthy men whose names and good deeds should not be forgotten and whose memories should live forever In the hearts of a grateful and liberty-loving people. Of all these, Washington stands pre-emi-nently at the head. Naturally, and very' rightly, he holds the first place in our thoughts and in our patriotic affections. The anniversary of his birth has long been a legal holiday, and if not observed with the same demonstrations of enthusiasm that mark Independence day, is yet enough of an event to turn our minds towards this great and commanding figure in American history, to keep before us this noble character and to stimulate within us a truer love of our country, together with a broader and higher devotion to those, principles of human liberty for which Washington and our fathers fought. Washington well earned the place he holds in history and in the hearts of his countrymen; and while he was only human and, therefore, subject to human frailties and weaknesses, he was, at the same time, and despite these facts, a great and a noble character. A study of the man, as shown in his career from a surveyor to president of the United States, discloses, we think, the leading traits of his character. In the first place, he was of a thoughtful, deliberative nature. He was possessed of tremendous will force, and this faculty, turned as.it was Jn his case into the right channels, enabled him to carry forward that work of self-training which he began in his early youth and continued, so far as we know, to the close of his long and eventful career. He was studious in his habits, loved truth, honesty and sobriety; and these virtues, with the constant use of his reflective powers, soon gave to him a Judgment ripened by thoughtful observation, far superior to that possessed by most men of twice his age and experience. His innate modesty, too. Is well known. In about,, the only letter to his wife that has been preserved he assures her that he did not seek the high place which the continental congress had given him as commander In chief of the American army. He also te'ls her In the same epistle that he could not shirk the grave responsibilities thus thrust upon him and that he could not, without bringing reproach and disgrace to his good name, decline the proffered honor. At the same time he expresses his fears as to bis ability to handle the great interests intrusted to him. but adds, with modest confidence that he will do the best he can and leave the rest to that Provi. dence who had all along guided and protected him in every Important undertaking. This, then, is enough for us to know, that he did succeed in his new and responsible position, and in the discharge of his duties as commander in chief displayed the heroism, fortitude and courage that won for him the undying love and veneration of every true American. Why should we, then, both-

THE FATHER OF HIS COHSTBY

er about the minor blemishes, if there were any, of such a man? We was still the great general, the patient, uncomplaining patriot, sharing the sufferings and hardships of his faithful soldiers, and never, for one instant, swerving in his splendid devotion to his country and the great cause of human liberty. Washington was a hero. He was also a patriot and a statesman. And let us rather be guilty, in his case, of a little hero worship than forget what he did for his country and humanity.

He Is in Doubt.

“Do you believe that story • about George Washington cutting down the cherry tree with his little hatchet?" was asked of the farmer who had a seat in the smoking car. “Wall, I’ll be hanged if I know whether to believe it or not,” he replied. “How do you mean?” “Wall, when me’n Martha was married we went to Mount Vernon on a trip, and we saw the family residence and the tomb. I asked one of the fellers about that cherry tree, and be took me out back of the house and showed mejthe stump of It.” “Did, eh? Then, I don’t see how you can doubt.” “No, mebbe I hadn’t orter; but, you see, I brought a sliver of that stump home with me, and when I came to look at it more closely, I found the wood was elm instead of cherry. Mebbe the feller showed me the wrong stump, mebbe he was a liar, and meb-

SHOWED ME THE STUMP.

be I was so in love with Martha at .the time that the elms and cherry trees got all mixed up. I haln’t sayia* which way it was, but jest contendin’ that Washington was a mighty good man and alius heaped up the measure when he sold ’taters.”

Washington Still Lives.

There are 96 towns In the United States named Washington. There are 356 fire companies named after the great man. There are over 10,000 meat markets named in his honor. There are 84 steamboats called after the great figure in history. There are 5 mountains, 20 lakes, 40 springs, and 7 rivers that might not have been named had W’ashington never been born. It Is estimated that 4,000 children are named for him every year. There are Washington halls, Washington hotels, Washington clubs, Washington societies, Washington streets, and W’ashingtonians who sigh for a chance to save the country over again. Think of it! If he hadn’t been born everything in the above would have had to be called Smith!

George Versus Willie.

I wonder if George Washington, When he was nine years old. Turned out his foes and brushed his hair _ And always shut the door with care And did as he was told. 1 wonder" if he aever'satd; “Oh, dear!” when he was Sent to bed. He was married to Mrs. Oust is Jan. 6, 1759, and < for seventeen years they lived the simple] life on their Mount Vernon estate.