Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 43, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 February 1910 — Page 2

HORTH WIHD. Loud wind, strong wind, swooping o'er the mountains, Fresh wind, free wind, blowing tram the sea. Four forth thy rials like streams from airy fountains. Draughts of life to me. Clear wind, cold wind, like a northern giant, Stars brightly threading thy cloud-driven hair, Thrilling the blank night with thy voice defiant. Lot I meet thee there. Loud wind, strong wind, stay thou in the mountains. Fresh wind, free wind, trouble not the sea. Or lay thy deathly hand upon my heart's warm fountains. That I hear not thee. -esa* •—Dinah Mulock Craik.

The Point of the Joke

They still go sleighing in the town St Three Pines. There one has one's Own cutter and big fur robes and a hot soapstone and miles and miles of country roads that run through glittering landscapes of frosted white. Young Kreeble bad the finest cutter In town. It had the highest, shiniest back, the most extravagantly curved dashboard and a generally rakish air that produced emotions of envy in the breasts of his friends and rivals. Young Kreeble’s horse, too, had a fashion of stepping off in a prancing, giddy manner and the bells on the thills were especially sweet-toned. Altogether she was a proud girl who had a chance to add her personal attractions to the glories of young Kreeble's sleigh. There were not many of the girls who had the chance. For young Kreeble always asked Mamie Bambrick to go with him. However, she was not always available. Even to young Kreeble Mamie at times was inaccessible because of young Hutton. If young Hutton’s sleigh was getting ramshackle and his steed was stiffkneed the owner of them had compelling dark eyes that were always full of fun and his tongue was as silvery as

STOPPED ON THE WALK TO SPEAK TO MAMIE.

were the bells on young Kreeble's alelgh. Young Hutton was Just starting out in the practice of law and he had fought his own way without any money behind him. Young Kreeble was In the bank with his father and life had been good to him. Down In the depths of his heart he could not understand why Mamie with her prettiness and daintiness should condescend to sit in the Hutton sleigh, from which flakes of paint had gone. Mamie and the two young men had known one another from childhood. It Was Jußt this winter that something bad crept into the ordinariness of the situation and changed it, a subtle spirit of seriousness, of deep meaning. Of the three Mamie seemed least conscious of this change. She was Just as pleasant and vivacious with one young man as she was with the other. Apparently she had no realisation of the rivalry which made little warning rifts in the friendliness between the young men. Nobody in Three Pines could say which of the two Mamie preferred. If she seemed to be listening attentively to young Hutton as they skimmed along in his nondescript cutter she would laugh and talk gayly to young Kreeble as she dashed by In his sleigh. Young Hutton had a fondness for practical jokes. That was what led him to do as he did the moonlight night that a crowd of young people of Three Pines drove to a neighboring Tillage for an oyster supper. . ... The meeting place for the start was Mamie Bambrick’s house and Mamie was going In young Kreeble's fdjjigii, he having been quicker in getting an Invitation to her than had young Hutton. Therefore the latter contented himself with driving alone. Young Kreeble had helped Mamie into his -•-cutter and tucked the fur robes about her/then he had run back into the house for her forgotten muff. AIT (hr others were laughing and scrambling to their places except young Hutton, who stopped on the walk to speak to Mamie. - Perhaps his gayety covered a sharp disappointment that was a rising jeal- ~ ongy; perhaps the moonlight on the girl’s face nag she turned to him, or" merely a sudden spirit of mischief, led him to act as he did. At any rate, young Hutton untied young Kreeble's

horse, Jumped into the cutter beslds Mamie' and drove off. Behind them rose the loud laughter of the crowd. The horse was fast and they soon left the others far behind. They laughed a good deal at ths Joke. It seemed a very good one to Mamie. She admired young Hutton’* daring and cleverness, which had precipitated such a funny situation. And it was a wonderfully moonlight night, with flashing stars and a mysterious silvery luminous quality in the air. It was like spinning through spacs filled with a chime of bells. Perhaps the moonlight went to young Hutton's head, too —for when the rest of the party caught up with them Mamie and he were discovered placidly seated on a snowbank, where they had been tipped from the cutter, the spirited horse having traveled on without them. Young Kreeble, white with rage, stared at them. He had driven his rival’s humdrum steed. “I’ll see you later about this!” he told young Hutton in guttural tones. “You started with me, Mamie. I have a so-called sleigh here —come on!” The girl stared back at him for a moment, the laughter dying out of her

face. It dawned on her that young Kreeble did not see the joke. Indignation swept over her and she moved a trifle nearer to young Hutton at the slur on his cutter. Young Hutton waited, saying nothing. When Mamie spoke her voice had an odd new quality as though a great surprise had come to her. “Thank you,” she said, ‘‘but I think I’ll keep on the rest of the way with Earl. It Isn’t far —we can walk. I —l’m sorry you’re angry about the horse, Wilber.” “I don’t care about the horse,” said young Kreeble, bitterly. “And here’s a sleigh for you two. I’ll ride with some one else.” Then as young Hutton and Mamie clambered into the cutter with the flakes of paint gone from it they both realized that they were starting opt on a lifelong journey.—Chicago News.

An Incompiete Landscape.

Mr. Kreezus, the multimillionaire, was entertaining a friend at his elegant country home. “I was born and brought up in this neighborhood.” he said, “apd when I was a boy I used to think what a fine thing it would be to have a house on this hill. It’s the highest point of ground, you will notice, within a circuit of several iftilee, and the view from here is extensive.” “It is magnificent!” exclaimed the visitor. ~~ “Yes, and when the time came that tvcould afford It I gratified my boyish ambition by buying the ljtnd round here and putting up this house.” ”1 have been in a great many places, and I have never seeij, a finer landscape than this.” “That’s what I used to think, but I don’t like it now as well as I did when I was a boy.” “What makes the difference?" - “It isn’t complete." “Not complete? Why, you own the landscape, don’t you?” "That’s the trouble. I own all of it but that eighty-acre patch over there beyond the creek, about six miles away. The old curmudgeon that owns It won’t sell it to me at any figure** 1-1-And Mr. Kreezua sighed dismally. When a girl is about sixteen, she knows the only reason she isn’t a queen ti that the king hasn’t discovered her. >

DAILY CONSUMPTION OF MILR.

EnowsJi Produced to Supply a Surt to Every Five People. Only one-third of the milk produced dally in this country is consumed in its original form, the remainder being converted into butter and cheese, and yet we drink about 20,000.000 quarts a day, states the New York Times. This means that the American cow furnishes us. with no less then 60,000,000 quarts a day! The significance of these figures becomes apparent when it is considered enough milk is produced to give a quart a day to every five persons. These figures also suggest why It Is that America is a nation of farmers. It takes a good many million farmhands to milk the cows which give us the 60,000,000 quarts of milk a day, and yet this is only one branch of farm work. In other countries cow’s milk Js not relied upon to the extent it Is in America. Thus in the hilly districts of Europe goat’s milk is used almost exclusively, while buffalo’s milk is used in India; the llama’s milk in South America; samel’s milk in the deserts; mare’s milk in the steppes of Russia and Central Asia, and reindeer’s milk in the arctic regions. The cows of the Channel islands are by far the best cream-producing breeds, giving a milk rich in fat. The fat contained In milk is one of its principal nutrient components, but the casein and sugar are also of great value. Good milk contains about 87 per cent water and 13 per cent solids. While the solids in themselves would furnish the necessary ingredients to sustain life, the large quantity of water contained in milk renders it unfit to be used as an exclusive food. Nevertheless, a large glass of milk contains the same amount of nourishment as a slice of roast beef. Milk is more economical than other animal foods, although It is dearer than most vegetable products. —— Apart from its intrinsic value, milk is more economicar than most staple foods in that it requires no preparation and there is no w r »?te. Even skim milk, which is only half ds dear as whole milk, furnishes protein abou\ four times as cheaply/ as beef. Of course, unless milk is absolutely pure, its consumption will do more harm than good. Disease germs may find their way into milk in a hundred different ways. A diseased cow will lijfect its milk directly. Polluted water may be used in adulterating the milk or the milk cans may not have been cleaned as carefully as is required. Once the germs get into milk they multiply rapidly. Scarlet fever, typhoid fever and diphtheria are frequently spread in epidemic form as the result of the insanitary methods in which a particular,, dairy is conducted. Nowadays, however, when health departments make the inspection bf milk and dairy farms one of their most particular cares, the danger from this source is reduced to a minimum, and the milk drinker should keep on drinking milk, and plenty of it, without any apprehension as to contracting disease, provided the milk is procured from a reputable concern.

In Wild Wales.

Tourist—Good morning, my pretty maid. Whose sheep are these? Shepherdess—They belong to Mr. Goronwy Cadwaladr, sir. T.—Oh, a very nice name, too! And where does he live? S—At Tre’rgeifrgwylltion. T.—Have you been much from home? » S. —Only in Anglesey, sir. I went with my brother and my sister to Lianerchymeddymmondo and from there to see Creigiau Crugyil and came back to Llanfairmatbafarneithaf, and then — T. —Hold hard! Let me breathe a little! Well, where afterward? S. —Well, my brother had to go back to Chwarel Caebraichycafn and my sister to Llanaelhaiarn, but on opr way home we went to see the little church by the river—such a funny old fashioned church, sir. T. —Where is it? I mean what parish? S. —ln Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgagerychwyrndrobwiltysillogogogoch. T. —Mercy on us? That’s enough! However shall I find such a place?— London Spectator.^ Good Reasons. Bacon—“ They always call a ship she, don’t they?” Egbert—“ Yep.” “Well, do they call an airship she, too?” ‘‘Certainly.” v "Why?” “Because they’re . inclined to be flighty, I suppose.”—Yonkers Statesman.

Appropriate in a Way.

Lady Shopper—l am looking for a suitable Christmas present for a gentleman. Clerk—What Is your friend's occupation? L. S.—He is an undertaker. C. —An undertaker? Let me show you a nice berry Set. —Boston Transcript.

Everybody Wants to Get Away.

The one desire of the entire popular tion of the colony of St. Vincent is to jget away from their island home as quick as possible. Men and women make the question of emigration a hobby, and who can blame them? What future have them In St. Vincent?—Kingston (St Vincent; Times.

GOOD ROADS

What an lowa Hu Haa Doao. P. Ransom, trustee of Jackson Township, Hardfn County, has given the State an object lesson in what can be accomplished by the systematic dragging of lowa dirt roads. Mr. Ransom early became a convert to the King road drag, but he saw that road dragging would never accomplish what it was capable of doing if done in a haphazard way. At that time there were no laws on the statute books regulating the use of the road drag, and Trustee Ransom decided to devise a system of his own. So well did he succeed that to-day every road--in Jackson Township can be dragged within three hours, and it has more good highways than any other township in lowa. In 1908 the total cost of dragging amounted to only S2OO. ' ' So enthusiastic is Mr. Ransom over the success of his efforts that he has printed a little booklet setting forth his experience for the benefit of other communities. The book contains photographs showing vividly the difference in Jackson Township roads before and after Mr. Ransom started his campaign, as well as pictures of the drags used and photographs of .farmer* at work on the roads. “The road drag is a road builder, a road smoother, a money saver, and allit needs is for the people to put it in complete operation,” says Mr. Ransom in the introduction to his pamphlet. The results obtained by Mr. Ransom and the farmers of his township show how easy it would be to improve a line of roads leading across the State and keep them in good condition. The experience of Jackson Township as well as of other communities - in the State proves conclusively that only a systematic effort is needed to Improve a highway across lowa which will serve as a valuable object lesson to the entire State and result in better roads everywhere. “There is much talk throughout the country about building permanent hard roads, but that theory is so far fetched that it isn’t even worth considering for at least 00 per cent of the roads,” says Mr. Ransom In his book. “The thing for the people to do is to see that the road superintendent grades the roads and drag at the first opportunity and they will have fine roads most of the time. “In rainy weather, dirt roads are muddy; they always were; they always will be, but get after them with the road drag at the first opportunity and they will never be bad very long at a time." In. telling how to convert lowa dirt toads into highway boulevards, as he calls them, Mr. Ransom says: “When the road becomes flat and sodded, there should be a couple of furrows plowed along each side of the road as soon as the frost goes out in the spring. When the sod becomes subdued so It will pulverize, commence in the furrows to drag, bringing the dirt to center, and in a few times dragging there will be a well crowned road. In the average lowa road the furrows should be plowed about a rod from each fence. By following those directions and applying the road drag in ‘Systematic Dragging’ any township can have highway boulevards.

“In the month of April, 1909, we dragged the roads of our township six times in seventeen days, viz. 3,5, 8, 13, 17, 20, the results being, in three days after the last storm, we had the roads of the township free from ruts, mud holes and smooth as a floor. The cost of dragging was about $25 each time, or about $l5O in all. While that may seem a large amount to expend for dragging in seventeen days, yet we know from experience that our roads can be graded and maintained enough cheaper during the year to offset the cost of dragging. We can grade and repair ydth the grader quicker and easier three miles of road that has been dragged regularly and systematically than one mile of road that hasn’t been dragged at all. I don't mean to infer that our township can afford to expend $l5O per month the year round for road dragging, but we can afford to drag our township roads regularly and systematically after each rain on an average of $2.50 to $3.00 per year, and believe every cent Is returned to us in the saving of grading.” Mr. Ransom thus details his method of procedure: I first contracted with about twentylive farmers to drag. Then divided the roads of the township into stations. Then gave each a station to drag along his farm, and farther if necessary to make stations meet. As far as possible I employ those that have telephones. * y* When- the roads need dragging, I call them up and start them all at about the same time / In three hours the roads of the township are dragged complete. Each employe gets 50 cents per mile for dragging. ' : v One round is the general .dragging unless it is a wide road. A wide road we drag two rounds, Vhich costs $1 per mile. The total amount paid Out for drag-

glng Jackson Township In 1901 was about |2OO. —Des Moines Capital.

SOCRATES AND XANTHIPPE.

ThoroasUr Modernise* View ot Two of Oar Old Friends. > Years ago, so many, many years ago, gentle reader, that to try to compute the time would turn your chin whiskers .to a dark, moss green, there lived a man by the name of Socrates. His Intimate friends called f him “Sock” for short, while others called him “OldHalf Hose,” Newton Newkirk Bays in the Boston Post. Well, Old Sock was known far and wide for bis wisdom, but in one point, like many men of the present day, he erred —Socrates chose a scold for a wife. Her name was Xanthippe. When Sock was courting Xant he fell all over himself and in his rampant, raging, seething desire to possess his soul mate he overlooked Xanthippe’s nasty disposition. One morning after the state of rosecolored and down-eared bliss had become slightly dog-eared he made the discovery that the coffee was not what it should have was —it was a bit off color, a bit muddy around the edges and about as bitter as a full dose of quassia. Sock said nothing upon this first occasion, but it was not long before it was borne in upon his cerebrum that the same-'thlng was happening morning after morning, so he said to Xant in his gentlest tone, “Uzzie, Wuzzie, dear, don’t you think the coffee is a little below the standard which my mother set? Perhaps you have ground it too fine. Did you dron in an egg shell before you took it off the stove?" This was enough for Xanthippe. She knew that Sock’s mother was a T>each of a coffee brewer; in fact, he had gently intimated that it would be nice to have some of tfie rich aromatic liquid which daily appeared upon his mother’s table. Xant could no longer bear the taunts of Sock, so the avalanche slipped and poor old Socrates “got hls’n.” “You skulking scapegoat of a yel-low-whiskered gazunk! You skinny Imitation of a 10-cent rube! If you dare to as much as intimate’'that my coffee does not compare favorably with, in fact, lay all over your mother’s I’ll swat you a wallop on the coco that will make you think you were taking a cut-rate excursion to Helena, Mont.!” Sock replied not, but remembering that his train would soon start, grabbed his toga and hot-footed it for the depot. j— — —• His sole desire was to get into the city as quickly as possible. Sock knew where he could get a cup of good coffee before going to the office. He entered the restaurant, ordered the steaming brown beverage and tossed it into his thorax box. It was only a, second, however, before the waiter discovered something was wrong with Sock, who had collapsed on the counter, upsetting a plate of doughnuts, as he gently laid his face in a custard pie. The manager was called and, seeing that Sock was fast expiring, came to the conclusion that something must have been wrong with the coffee. Upon questioning the hejp it was found that a cup of hemlock had been shoved through the slide by mistake. This cup had stood near the opening where the beans and hash were pushed through the partition from the kitchen. The hemlock was intended to be sprinkled about the shelves to keep the water bugs from presiding over the premises. Just before Sock slid through to another world he opened his eyes and confided to the management that even Xanthippe’s coffee was sweet compared with the death-dealing hemlock. And now, patient reader, isn’t this little story a lesson to-you? Isn’t it a lesson to me? Yes! ! ! I never say a word about my wife’s coffee! Never! "Go thou and do- likewise.”

“Play Away, One!"

It was Jimmy’s_flrst day in the district school, and he listened in bewilderment to the glib answers made by friends and neighbors, until the lesson In physical geography began. Then he was interested. “What Is the difference between a torrent and a cataract?” asked the teacher, at last; and to Jim’s amazement the class hesitated. He waved his hand. ,* ■ “Can you tell us?” and the teacher smiled encouragingly at him. “The Torrent’s got more hose,” said Jim, proudly, “but father says the folks over at the Corners are going to get some more for the Cataract, and then they’ll be exactly alike.”

Touching.

At first she touches up her hair To see it It’s in place. And then with manner debonnalr She touches up her face. A touch to curls behind her ear, A touch to silken collar, And then she’s off to hubby dear— To touch him for a dollar. —New York Herald.

Out of the Natural Order.

Papa, dogs always chase cats on land, don’t they?” “They do everywhere, my sop.” "But, papa, do ocean greyhounds chase a sea pui»?”—Baltimore American. . '

Located at Last.

Hiran—Look, Maria, tbey's a band of gypsies goin' through! • Maria! —How much lonoger is this town goin' to 'low them people to coma through here bringin’ them moths an’ things?—Boston Herald.

QUEER STORIES

Seven out of ten recruits in Russia are illiterate. An average of eleven persons have been injured daily and one person killed every other day for toe last three months by the Chicago street cars. In using dogs as ards to sentries the Italian army, as a Roman newspaper points out, hSH merely revived a custom prevalent among the ancient Greeks and Romans. According to an English court, a test for neurasthenia is to make a man stand up, with head erect and eyes closed, and whistle. A neurasthenia subject, it is said, cannot do this. One of the leaders in Nevt York's business world,'who is also a conspicuous philanthropist, writes from a vacation resort, where he went to rest: “There is no rest in Hie country for a man who receives mall.” The government commissioners appointed in Italy to report on the question of woman suffrage have recommended that women engaged in trade have the right to vote for members of the chambers of commerce. Turkey’s government has placed with a firm of cotton mill owners of Leeds. England, an order for about 1,500,000 yards of khaki cloth for the Turkish army. The contract is the largest placed for khaki since the Russo-Jap-anese war. There has Just been unearthed from the River Annan, near Lockerbie, a relic of early Britain in the shape of a canoe in a wonderfully good state of preservation. It is of the type known as dugouts, the material being the trunk of a black oak tree, about twelve feet long, rudely shaped and hollowed out. —London Standard. Probably one-half the drinks served in the cases of France are sirups diluted .with water or ordinary siphon soda. Such drinks cost 8 or 15 cents a glass in the cases, and yet the conspicuous soda-water fountain of the United States is seen but rarely in France, and then only in the large cities through which the American tourist passes. A new telegraph cable has recent- • ly been laid right across the Forth bridge. The cable, whioh was laid by the post office, and is its property, has taken the place of the former one, which was found to be unsatisfactory. A train of six wagons was employed to convey the cable, and this moved slowly across the bridge, while the men laid the cable down on the footpath on the up-line side of the bridge.

NORWAY’S BILL OF FARE.

* n< * Boiled Potatoes Served Dap After Day. “As we sat cosily before the cheerful blaze,” writes Caroline Thurber in a delightful account of “A Motor Invasion of Norway” In the Centufo “we indulged In mathematical calculations and found that we had eaten forty-two consecutive meals of fish, with potatoes never otherwise than boiled. One of the women of our party once cried from her soul to a sympathetic looking host, ‘Why, oh, why, are there no ohickens In Norway?’ “ ‘There are, madam, but they are for laying purposes.’ “ ‘Then why. oh, why, do you always boll your potatoes?’ “ ‘We are different from you, madam. We don’t like them messy. We prefer to know a potato as a potato when we eatjt.’ “In our passage through the country we had certainly encountered new and unpalatable foods, but we were always nourished, for good milk, butter and egge were everywhere at hand, and we developed powers of digestion previously undreamed of. Even so, one supper menu staggered us—nota bene: Sausages, three kinds; raw salmon, pickled anchovies, shrimps, cold fried fish, oold fish pudding, cold meats, live varieties of cheese, pickles, oranges and gooseberry marmalade, tea, four kinds of -raised bread, flat bread with caraway, English biscuit, Norwegian rusks, fried eggs, hot stew (variety unrecognized) and boiled potatoes."

Vast Unknown London.

There is not a single man living who knosj* all London, who had been through /Bvery street, or Into every crescent square and terrace. This seems a hard saying, and it is one which visitors from abroad or the colonies find it impossible to believe, but nevertheless it is absolutely and incontrovertibly true. Let any one take a map of London and try to mark in red all the streets which he can honestly say he has visited and he will have to confess t!hat he knows but little of the metropolis of the world and ' that the red marked streets are but as nothing compared with those ha has had to leave untouched.

Impossible.

A lusty lunged auctioneer wag holding forth in flowery terms on the virtues of a particular brand of cigars ha was endeavoring to induce his audience to purchase. Holding up a box of cigars, he shouted: 'Too can't get better, gentlemen. I don't care where you go, you can’t get better!” TNo," came a cyniciTvoice from a man In the crowd, “yon can’t. j smoked one last week and I'm not better yet!”—People. t We never waste, much* lime on a man who admits he believes in ghosts.