Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 61, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 March 1910 — Page 2

Not what we have, but what we use. Not what we see, but what we choose; These are the things that mar, or bless, ~■■■ T The sum of human happiness. The thing nearby, not that afar Not what we seem, but what we are; These are the things that make or break. That give the heart its joy or ache. > Not what seems fair, but what is true; Not what we dream, but good we do; These are the thingß that shine like gems. Like stars in fortune's diadems. Not as we take, but as we give. Not as we pray, but as we live; These are the things that make for peace. Both now and after time shall cease. —The Outlook.

Sore Hearts, and a Song

Mrs. Ayre woke on New Year’s day with a groan. It was a dark, driz■Hng morning. She had neuralgia in her right eye. Baby had screamed with colic half the night. Her husband had not given her a word o r sympathy or kindness, though she knew he was awake. He had been moody and ill-tempered for days. Jane, the girl of all work, had given warning the night before. Worst of all, Robert, her eldest son, had not come home until midnight. He had fallen in with nun idle fellows of late and it was, she thought, owing ot this companionship that his standing at College was so low. She went downstairs, her soul feebly staggering under this burden of woes, mid opened the windows. - “In my affliction, I called unto the Lord,” Bhe repeated, looking into the marky sky. Suddenly a gust of sense and courage swept through her like a fresh wind. Afflicted? Why, God was behthd all these petty worries, just as the sun was back of this drenching rain. Had she no faith at all? Was she to go with a whine and lamentation to meet the new year? God was in It, also. She stiffened herself, body and soul. With the tears still on her cheeks, and the choking in her throat, she began to sing a gay little catch of which she was fond, ran to her room again to put on a fresh collar and a pretty cravat. She had plenty things to do before breakfast, but she sang on while she was about them. It was a foolish little song, yet out of it a singular courage and life stole'into her heart. “With prayer and thanksgiving—and thanksgiving—make known your requests unto God,” she remembered. She passed through the kitchen, stopping to wish Jane a happy New Year, with a joke. The wish and the song and the joke fell into Jane’s Irish heart, like a blazing rocket into a dark place. She chuckled as she stirred the potatoes. The work at the Ayres wasn’t so heavy', after all, and herself had a pleasant way with her. and there was the “prisints” now and then. In two -months she would have enough past her to send to her sister, an’—an’ it’s likely Tom Flaherty would be crossin’ about that time.” Jane brought in the breakfast with red cheeks and a broad smile. There was no more talk of warning from her.

Mr. Ayre, lying awake in bed, was tempted to wish the morning would never dawn. He was a close-mouthed, undemonstrative man, who shut his troubles down out of sight. But the weight of them just now was more than he could bear. Things were go lng wrong at the works; every day he discovered mistakes and petty frauds. He was growing old; he was behind the times. Younger manufacturers were supplanting him in the market Sharper eyes than his were needed to watch the men and the hooks. As far as his business was concerned he was In a miserable alley, from which he saw no exit. But the hurt which was sorest was no matter of business. Robert was low in his Greek class, and still lower in Latin. He was growing reckless, running with low companions. What he had hoped from that boy! For himaelf he had no ambition—but for Robart. He was to be a great lawyer like bis grandfather. But here he was going to the dogs—at nineteen! For days Mr. Ayre had borne his misery in grim, ill-humored silence. But now, in his stern despair, he had been silent too long. He would speak In a way which Robert would remember to his dying day. ■ He got up, resolved, as he pulled on his boots, that he should either turn over a new leaf that day or leave the house. “If he is set on going to ruin, it shall not be under my roof! I’ll not palter with him!” he thought, bis jaws sat and pale. “I’ll disown him.” Just then a cheery song rang out through the house. It was the very spirit of good sense and courage. Poor Hetty! She had been sick all night, and worried with that crying child, and there she was facing the new year with a song! "And I behaved like a brute to her,” thought Mr. Ayre. He was very fond of his wife. As be stood shaving himself, he listened to her song, and his lips trembled a little. Hetty used to sing Bob to sleep frith that ditty when he was a baby. What a big fellow he was! Big in every way. There never was anything ■seen or sneaking about Bob—a headlong, affectionate, foolish lad. He listened as he brandished the raaor, holding counsel with himself in the glass. There cou|d be no doubt that Hetty had twice bis courage to

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face disaster. It was her faith, perhaps. As he laid down the razor, he nodded to himself, almost with a smile. “I reckon I was too hard on the boy. I’ll give him another chance.” He heard Bob’s step on the-stairs and opened the door, waiting. Bob had awakened with an aching head. Defeat at school, and foul talk of his last night's comrades, his first drink of whisky, all tore at the poor boy’s brain. He rose sullen and ready for fight. His father and mother would both attack him, no doubt. He was tired of lecturing. He would cut loose and earn his own bread like a free man. Just then his mother’s voice reached his ears. It was full of tenderness and cheerful hope. It was that old song she used to be always singing. He listened pith a forced scrowl. But presently his face softened. Things insensibly began to look brighter. It was impossible that life had reached so terrible a crisis. There was the savory small of breakfast coming up, and the children laughing and his mother singing gayly. He came down the stairs with a sudden throbbing of his heart His father looked out of the door. “Rob, my son,” he called pleasantly, "Yes, dad,” the boy answered, stopping eagerly. 'Come in; I want to have a minute's talk with you. You were out late last night. You are often out late.” Robert looked him straight in the eyes. “Yes, father; I've been in bad company, I know it. I’m ashamed of myself.” “Your mother does not give you up,” said Mr. Ayre, irritably. “She has

IT WAS A FOOLISH LITTLE SONG.

faith I don’t see how she can begin the new year with a song. Between you and the trouble at the works, I feel as if my reason was going.” ‘ What is wrong at the works?” said Bob, anxiously. “Sit down, father. Don’t give me up. Have a little faith in me. With God’s help I’ll start afresh. Don’t give me up.” Mr. Ayre looked sharply into the boy’s face. It was honest; it bore the mark of no bad passion. Perhaps he had not understood Rob —perhaps he had made some mistake in managing him. ‘'Why do you waste your time, and my money, Robert? You are doing no good in your studies r-” "Father,” Bald Bob. boldly, “I’ll tell you the truth. I hate books. I never shall be a scholar. Let me go to work. Put me In the factory to learn the business. That is what I have wanted to do all my life. I don’t care how hard the work is ” Mr. Avre's countenance changed as if a cloud had vanished and the whole face of the earth was lightened. Here was the answer to the riddle! Of course the boy was meant tor business! Cool, shrewd, honest, wide-awake. Why had he been so blind? “We must talk it over, Robert. We must talk it over.” His voice fairly trembled with excitement." He shut the door. Mr. Ayre was called half a dozen times, in vain, to breakfast. He came at last with Robert. The two men had bright, pleased faces. ‘ Well, mother,” cried Mr. Ayre, “Rob and I have a grand scheme. He Is to be my right-hand man in the works. Confidential clerk until he learns the business, and then junior partner. What do you say to that? I declare, I feel as if a mountain had been lifted from my back/' Rob was standing benlnd his mother. He pulled back her head, and kissed her. She said nothing, but the happy tears rolled down her cheeks. “I’m going to begin all over again,” he whispered. “Thank God,” I knew It would all come right.” “Breakfast, breakfast!" cried Mr.

Ayre. setting to work vigorously, while the children drummed on the plates, but Rob stood by his mother, gently stroking her hand. "Dear old mammy,” he said; “that was a good song of yours (his morning!” "Yes, Hetty," said her husband. "Your voice Is as sweet as ever. But your heart seemed to be singing today, and to good purpose.”—Congregational Ist.

UNRECOGNIZED INVENTORS.

M«i Who Have Never Reaped the Reward of Their Gratae. The friends of Dr. Theodore Ruggles Timby, who died recently aged 91, poor and generally neglected, are convinced that he invented the revolving gun turret first used on war vessels of the Monitor type, the New York Times says. Many persons In public life have admitted the priority of Timby’s invention to Ericsson’s. His model, suggested to him by the round fort called Castle William on Governor’s Island, was exhibited in New York as long ago as 1843. But it was John Ericsson's turreted boat, built by Winslow, Griswold £ Bushnell, which met the Merrlmac at Hampton roads. There is no proof whatever that Ericsson ever saw Timby's model. There used to be in New York until some time in the 'Bos of the last century a gentleman with an inventive mind, large public spirit and a host of friends, named Henry Stdart, and generally described as “the man with the wax nose.” Mr. Stuart invented, In his prolific and energetic mind, many things of great potentiality. He foresaw the growth of the city, the need of tunnels and suspension bridges and elevated railroads. His inventions came to naught. The tunnels, bridges and elevated,, roads were built on the plans of others when they were needed. Mr. Stuart is worth recalling because of the great admiration many distinguished men of his time had for his alert and inventive mind. The Monitor was built when it was needed. Franklin chained the lightning. Morse sent messages over wires by electricity, Fulton applied steam to navigation in the propitious moment. The world is full of unrecognized Inventors, poets and musicians. The personality that stamps Itself upon the world in a critical hour, the genius that can make itself felt, is rarer than the mere power of conception. Timby’s lot was a common lot. He lacked the personal force and sense of fitness required of the .man who wins contemporary fame and turns it into fortune. It is nonsense to say he lacked friends. He seems to have had a host of them in his prime. But nobody wanted a revolving gun turret when his model was made and he wa3 out of the running when a revolving turret was wanted.

DUKE OF CONNAUGHT’S FUTURE.

Brother of Kins Edward Hu Been Mentioned to Succeed Earl Grey. What to do with the duke of Connaught, brother of King Edward VII., is one of Great Britain’s ever-recur-rent problems. The latest of the rumors affecting h'm, which is said to have ho very good foundation, however, connects his name with the gov-ernor-generalship of Canada. The reported intention of Earl Grey to retire has given occasion for conjectural selections for his place. None, it is said, w r ould meet with more general approval throughout the empiro than the designation of the duke. For one thing, by reason of Connaught’s relationship to the king, it would consolidate that ‘imperial partnership’ which it is felt would make for the closer -union of Great Britain with her dominions over sea. Canadians, it is thought, would welcome the choice. The fact that he would have far higher rank than any former incumbent of the vice-regal post would presumably in itself be not unpleasing to the people of the dominion. Only last February the duke's appointment to the lord lieutenancy of Ireland was talked of, the New York Evening Sun says. His peculiar fitness for the office was urged on the ground of his acquaintance with Ireland and Irish affairs, acquired while he was commander In chief there. His popularity and that of his daughter, Patricia, current discussion had it, would have assured him a warm welcome from the Irish landlords and their families, with undoubted benefit to Irish trade. The consideration of his name in that connection was said at the time to have grown out of his known dislike of the honorary post at Malta, where he bore the title of field marshal commander in chief of the Mediterranean forces and high commissioner of the Mediterranean. To this post, following a resignation which Is said greatly to have displeased the king, Lord Kitchener succeeded him. .

Turkish “Bird’s Milk.”

“I fed him birds’ milk.” This curious expression was used by the eld Sultan of Turkey while a prisoner on his way to Saloniki, with reference to bis brother Mohammed, his predecessor on the throne. Abdul Hamed was lamenting his own fate and telling his captors how little he deserved It and how kind be had been to his brother. “I fed him with bird’s milk,” he said, as if that were the greatest kindness he could show. What is bird’s milk? Not the Turkish equivalent of the milk of human kindness, but a European brand of condensed milk bearing on the can a picture of a bijd on a nest. It is more unfortunate for a man to be named Smith than a girl: A girl may get married some day and change her name. And every woman knows best whara her oWn shoe pinches. 1

GOOD ROADS

P**r Roads Mean Big Amnnal Loaa. Poor roads impose an unnecessary financial burden, not only upon those who moat constantly use them, but upon the men and women who consume the products grown in the rural sections and brought to cities and towns by farmers. No study can be more convincing than that of the economic waste placed upon the shoulders of the 85,000,000 people of this land from the almost criminally shameful condition of J. 000.000 milee of road. Every pound of farm products brought from rural sections to thickly populated centers has placed upon it a fictitious value, because It costs the farmer more to transport it than it would cost him were the roads in passable Condition. The price of the lamb chop that Brooklyn eats for breakfast is based, not upon the real value of the lamb, but upon the cost of bringing that lamb from the western fields to the Brooklyn breakfast table, says the Grands Rapids (Mich.) Herald. The cost of the breakfast roll would be trifling did it not cost the farmer who grew the wheat from which the roll was made 1.8 cents a bushel more to draw that wheat from his farm nine miles to a railroad station than it cost to carry a bushel of wheat from New York to Liverpool, a distance of 3,100 miles. The cost of a soft-boiled egg, which is also closely related to the American breakfast, is established by

—Chicago Record-Herald.

the cost of transporting the product of the hen to the hotel, and not because the egg was at all intrinsically worth what was charged for It. Everybody who thinks must concede the evident fact that if a farmer with two horses can draw but 600 pounds to market in five hours, he would save money if with one horse he could haul 1,200 pounds In two hours. Were the roads In good condition, he could do that and more. Any saving in hauling a ton of farm product would bring a benefit, not alone to the farmer, but to the consumer, and if the product hauled each year was large, it is not hard to figure that the saving would be large. Figures have been assembled to prove that owing to the frightful condition of almost all American roads, ib costs 26 cents a ton a mile to haul. The superb roads of the old countries of Europe make possible the hauling of farm products at 12 cents a ton a mile. Therefore, every ton haulad costs the American farmer 13 cents more per mile than the farmers of the old country are forced to pay. The average length of haul of farm products In the United States Is 9.4 miles; therefore, were our roads as good as those of France,- the farmer's gain would be 9.4 times 13 cents, or approximately |1.28. Let us see what that amounts to In a year in hauling but a portion of the products which traverse the country roads in wagons. The United Btates department of agriculture, through its office of public roads, has collected the figures and they may be accepted as approximately accurate. During the crop year of 1905-6, 85,487,000,000 pounds of farm products, consisting of barley, corn, cotton, flaxseed, hemp, hops, oats, beans, rice, tobacco. wheat and wool, were hauled from the places where they originated to shipping points. This vast weight did nvt, means, include all of the crops produced, the most notable exceptions being truck products and orchard products, ths tonnage of those two amounting high In the millions. Neither did .It include any figures for forest or mine products, nor for those things which go in wagons from the cities back to the country districts. Were all those included, one may easily see what a vast annual -saving would be made. As it is, however, of the figures quoted above, at a saving of 13 cents per ton mile, the cash benefit to the farmers would be 258,900,000. : Beyond that, however, the Interstate commerce commission has assemble*

•tliqr 'frnlght figures, a most conserve tlvs estimate and most liberal deductions from their figures tending to prove that 250,000,000,000 pounds are annually hauled. By the same method of figuring as that adopted abovg, the hauling of this would result In > saving of about 1305,000,000 a year. It would appear that'so vast a' sura should not be annually thrown away, simply because those responsible fer appropriations of money to construct roads cannot be brought to a realization of their tremendous importance.

Vaaltr Ike Cam of Feraeaal Adorament, Soya Edward Rosa. Women are gradually becoming civilized. The process has been going on for many thousands of years and perhaps in a few more thousands the fair sex will leave off the ornamentation of savagery and appear in all their pristine glory. This is a digest of the belief of Prof. Edward A. Ross of the University of Wisconsin, who spoke before the St. Louis Society of Pedagogy in the Central High School auditorium on the “Curiosities and Follies of Fashion," says the St. Louis Republlo. In accounting for the peculiar fancies of women, evidenced In their personal adornment, Prof. Ross ran the entire gamut of styles of various peoples, from the naked, lip-punctured and ear-split specimens in obscure Islands to the present-day woman. Vanity, the desire to be more attractive than you really are, is the cause of personal ornamentation with all its variations of grotesque fashions, the professor said. Since time immemorial women vied with each other to be the chief attraction, especially to the male sex* , m ■ “Animals have never been known to ornament themselves, perhaps it is not a matter of brains which makes them

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refrain; It doesn’t take much brains to be vain. The various changes in fashioa, the great balloon-like hoops, the bustle, the high hat, then the small compatt figure, hair close to the head, straight figure. All these modes illustrate the attempts of the parvenu to distinguish herself fi-om her poorer Bisters. The moment hoi polloi fall in line and the shop girl wears the styles adopted by the exclusive set the exclusive set at once changes the styles. She must be distinguished from the common herd. “Stylo Is the only asset of the newly rich,’* declared the speaker. “It costs money to adorn oneself In a variety of costumes. The common people must know the woman of wealth; realize she has money, and therefore must spsnd lavishly to prove—what? Nothing but that she has money. And then ths foolish poor girl must follow ths Instinct of ages of savagery; she most Imitate the exclusive set at any cost and when she does this, alas! the stylis change. The consciousness of being well dressed gives more peace than religion.” *■

One of the most extraordinary catastfophies that have befallen vessels of the United States destroyed the sloop of war Oneida in 1869. She was bound homeward, with a Jolly ship’s company, eager to see wives and sweethearts 'and native land once more, when not far out of port Bhe was struck by the British steamer Bombay coming in. The stem of the Bombay cut off the stern of the Oneida. The ship was sinking rapidly, and guns of distress wero immediately fired, but the Bombay steamed on her way and left the vessel to her doom. She went down, and all but one or two of her crew were drowned. The captain of the Bombay gave no other reason for his conduct than that he had Lady Eyre, the wife of a distinguished British satrsp, on board, and did not wish to disturb her nerves with Beenes of shipwreck. He was mobbed when he reached Yokohama, dismissed from the service, socially tabooed from that time on and died in disgrace a year or two later. V

“What do you think, my dear? Such luck I We leave for Paris in an hour." “Yes; we're going to Pasteur's. My husband has just been bitten by a. mad dog.”—Bon Vivant. — Time flies so fast that if you think an event occurred a year ago, bet that it occurred tea years ago to win.

WOMEN’S PECULIAR FANCIES.

The Fate of the Oneida.

The Touch of Fortune.

ORIGIN OF THE ROTHSCHILDS.

Case** Icsm la the Reterprtae eff Merer Aeaaehel la Vreekfert. As the revolution In France was th* beginning of modern history in Its qther distinguishing phases, so it gave ribs, indirectly or directly, to concentrations of modern financial power, the Portland Oregonian says. The leading example is the history of ths Rothschilds. In one of the mean and dirty houses in the Jewish quarter of Frankfort Mayer Amschel was born in the year 1743. The house was numbered 142 in the Judengasse, but was better known by its sign of the Red. Shield, which gave its name to the A&schel family. Mayer was educated by his parents for a rabbi; but judging himself better fitted for finance, he entered the service of a Hanover banker named Oppenheim and remained with him till be had saved enough to set up for himself. Then for gome years he dealt in old coins, curios and bullion; then returned to Frankfort, established himself in the house of the Red Shield and rapidly advanced tpwar<L.opulenoA In a few years he gave up his irregular trade and confined himself to banking. Such was his integrity thbt the Landgrave of Hesse, in possession of large treasure In the early days of Napoleon’s career of European conquest, confided that treasure to the “cohrt Jew,” who kept it out of Napoleon’s grasp and restored it to its owner later. Out of this transaction Mayer made a great deal of money. So likewise, out of his transactions with the Danish and Prussian governments later. He left five sons, to whom upon his deathbed his last Vords were: “You will soon be rieh among the richest, and the world will belong to you.” The prophecy was more nearly true for the period down to fifty years ago than it Is now. The five sons conceived and executed an original and daring scheme. While the eldest remained at Frankfort and conducted the parent house, the four others emigrated to four different capitals—Naples, Vienna, Paris and London —and acting continually In concert .they succeeded in obtaining a control over the money market of Europe, as unprecedented as it was lucrative to themselves. It was the third brother, Nathan, who settled In London. He had a commanding ability, a natural genius for finance; bis grand- ■ son, Nathaniel Mayer, born in 1840, was raised to the peerage, as Baron Rothschild, in ISSS.

Book News and Reviews.

Mr. Kipling’s popular "Jungle Books” have been through the press forty-five times. Theodore Roosevelt’s African articles are being published regularly in Australia, England, France and Italy, and translations are to appear in Sweden and in Brazil. Dr. Henry van Dyke has been elected an honorary fellow of the Royal Society of the United Kingdom. The distinguished men other than Englishmen who received the honor last year were Ahatole France, Bjornson, Nansen, Harnack and Paul Heyse. Only one other American enjoys the honor with Dr. van Dyke—Joseph Choate, former ambassador to Great Britain. The power of love to prolong life forms an interesting feature of Arthur H. Adams’ “Gallahad Jones.” Gallahad Jones is a bank clerk, 49 years of age, with a hidden spring of romance in his nature. He finds a letter from a lady in distress addressed “To You.” This letter leads him into a gallant adventure, from which he emerges at the end of the story with an entirely new conception of life. Clement Shorter describes the difference between the new journalism, “with its fine flow, of adjectives, its wild Inaccuracies, Its recklessness, its split Infinitives,” and the old in that wtolle the new journalism never achieves anything that is not forgotten in a fortnight, the old journalism achieved many things that will have a permanent place in history'and in literature. “The Diary of James K. Polk,” which is in the possession of the Chicago Historical Society, is to be published. It reflects a stern integrity and strength of character which posterity seems unwilling to acknowledge that Polk possessed. It was written with the ultimate idea of vindicating the author's political motives, but his death took place before he could revise it and it now stands its own expositor.

Those authors who are nervously afraid of interruption when at ‘Work will read with envy Mr. Skene’s account of Sir Walter Scott’s equanimity under such stress. Skene says in his Just published “Memories”: “When I had occasion to go to his study during his usual hours of writing, it was a matter of surprise to me to observe the readiness with which he broke off his employment, however much he seemed to be engrossed in it. He laid aside his pen with seeming indifference, although in the middle of a sentence, or closed the book he was reading without even marking the page, tyid entering immediately with perfect cheerfulness and attention upon the subject proposed. And upon returning, perhaps some hours later, to his study, he would instantly resume his subject as it it had suffered no lnterruptioiCiontinuing to write with perfect ease and readiness, as if he had been writing to dictation.” There will probably never be any monuments unveiled in memory of the man who.lnvented the r alann clock.