Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 103, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 April 1910 — Page 2

What would you see If I took you up To my little nest in the air? ~ You would see the sky like a clear blue cup Turned upside downwards there. What would you do if I took you there To my little nest in the tree? My child with cries would trouble the air. To get what she could but see. What would you get in the top of the tree For all your crying and grief? Not a star would you clutch of all you see— You could only gather a leaf. But when you had lost, your greedy grief, Content to see from afar, \ would find in your hand a withering leaf In your heart a shining star. —George Macdonald.

EXCOMMUNICATED

I had been telling my friend Tims of Hong Kong, whom I >waa visiting, of an unmarried fellow who came up through the ranks for his brilliancy and courage in the field to second lieutenant, was snubbed by 'the West Point set when there was nothing but balls of the high and hop Kind, and not of the lead kind —to which he was more used to —to,attend to, and went to pieces of sheer starvation for company in Manila. "I knew something like that In a hong here,” said he, “and if some men are unlucky, the tragedy is none the less unreasonable.” He pointed to the romantic slopes beneath his bungalow, and unwound the following tale of the Far East: They will rush you for every “men’s net" as scon as you come down the gangway of the P. and O. mailer, and 'step in the tender" of the sampan which is to take you ashore to your five years’ billet in this island colony, which is the last post on earth. With the women it is different. True, •very double-walled house on the terraces is open to your call. You take along two cards which you hand to the door coolie, who answers you in the Immemorial lisp, “Missy out.” The coolie is civilized enough now not to •ay. “She topside now and just tole me to say so.” At one time he gave it all, and those were fairer and funnier days. If any of your breed has been in the East before you’ll be duly warned not to call on anyone and to ally yourself with no women’s— set :- until you’ve locked around for a year. A thousand better men th£n you, who came before you, learned that it was wiser to purchase four years’ happiness at the coat of one year’s misery. Your hong,*>r mess, will put you up at the JSnglish club on the Praya within one month after arrival. If you wait longer the rivalries of sets will surely pill you, with the rulntfus thre black bails. Even royalty has been known to receive one pill, for old John Gaunt was twenty years in making the committee, and he is only gathering'' In his vengeance as a Philistine. Some say that he got a touch of the sun, but they don’t understand the East. “Circumspice,” then, is your motto, but there’s always a fool who forgets his Latin.

In some things Dilke started well. He purchased a Japanese-lacquered 'rlckisha and uniformed two coolie runners to pull him about the Praya level. In his uniforms he was a little daring to get as near as possible to the governor’s red livery without committing lese majeste. This, of course, would never have been tolerated in a Becond-year man. Besides, he equipped two uniformed chair coolies to carry him up the steep hill roads. There is only room for the growing colony on the terraces of these old craters. In conveyances, then,, he took his place at once as a gentleman, although he was only “No. 3” in his hong. This evidence of respectability was noted with general satisfaction, and his next moves were awaited with some interest. It was hopeful. The English club informed him of his election, and he thereupon spent much time with his sponsors and new acquaintances at the bar, never calling his’.’ricklsha before seven to go home to dinner. You are expected to drink hard during ycur first six months to show that you arc “pucka.” Golf, cricket and yacht clubs all put him through, and he went to morning service, at Christ’s Cathedral on his first three Sundays. This latter action created a good impression among the women. Race week in February .passed and he showed the most approved paces for three days from the grand stand to the pari-mutuels. He then wore his first yellow Swatow silk suit made by Tak Cheong. Clearly he, was showing that he was, a topper chap. The grooming continued to be a long affair. He was chafing, and what high ipirlted fellow wouldn't have been when be was restrained from speeding on the high road? If things didn't change scon he would take the bit and bolt. He took two afternoons off and left a few cards, one at the government house and the others at the residences of a few desirable married people on the Peak whose invitations to dinner. or tennis would establish him “under the gentle and distinguished auspices of" and .give his human soul which longed for company some answer to Its cries. The gentleman marked his name on cards within the next five days and stuck them in the rack at the club for him, but they might just •as well have written “P. P. C.” on them as the aloofness was as lonely as a farewell. There matters sdemed to rest, although he heard somewhere

FROM THE TREE-TOP.

that he would be invited to dinner. Those dinners didn’t come in time. No one was to blame, perhaps. Those who has been taken advantage of before were only waiting to see his pace for the prescribed year. It is bitter to make no mistake in an island society, where you must meet your errors a dozen times a day and acknowledge them, and run the chance Of being pulled from the upper levels to the gutters by them. That year of waiting can be awfully lonesome, and It is then that nijie out of ten step out of the bounds and are outlawed forever from their kind. Dilke should have spent less on ’rickishas and lived on Victoria Gap or the Peak districts, at a mess, or in the military hotel. He found hiim self with only 120 dollars month left for living expenses. The hotel charges 200 dollars. Here he made his first and final mistake. He found a delightful flat within his income on Carvalho Terrace, halfway up the hill where the shoulder of the mountain broadens out into a plateau wide enough for just a dozen short streets. It is called the King’s Gardens district. Here the Macaense emigrants from Macao have established a Lusitanian colony and like the most vivacious and artistic lives in the East. They Indulge in names like Sousa, Noronha, Montalto, Carminha, Alves, Pereira, Castilho, and Juarez, but most of the soldiers of De Goys, Carrasco, Silveira and Albuquerque Coelho, who left these cognomens among the Chinese, went back to Portugal with their regiments centuries ago. Their descendants intermarried

with pure Chinese until probably three-quarters of the blood and nearly ail of the virtues are Oriental. The endowment of the Tagus, however, shows itself in a love of music. The Macaense have the only orchestras in the colony. Commercially these people are the flerks, superintendents, printers, wine importers, caraboa dealers and second men in general. A mixed race is despised in the East by all the pure races. The wife of the English governor, at a pinch, mlshf entertain a Hindu or a Chinese lady, but a >lhcaense—never. Dilke got tired of drinking at the English club. The Macaense men of his terrace, who mimicked the Anglo lethargies and vices of the station, spent their afternoons at the Club Lusitano over the long English billiard tables and pints of Portuguese colares. v Dilke was lolling one lotus afternoon in a long rattan chair on his low tiled verandah behind the shade of the purple bougainvillea bushes and quivering bamboo leaves, drinking a second pot of tea which the feajherfocted Kam Mfng had just brewed for him, when a light sojqg floated down tbo verandah from behind a row of tall chrysanthemums planted in pots. They seemed td ’be the only screen before the open door of the adjoining house, where the verandah extended along the terrace; When Camoens passed by Goa's shore, A Hindu maiden gave him this — A chain of opals—at her door — She closed it when he begged a kiss. When Camoens came to old Macao, Beneath the wide Cathayan tree, I twined the lotus o’er his brow. Love! has the moon left me anil , thee? ” ?\ <*■. ;' Dilke had been reading a copy of Sade Miranda, which b.e had fonnd on his mantelpiece in the old Portuguese residence, abd he knew the ahswer, which he sang in a baritone to the new simple tune: W'heltl thy heart goes, I follow, sweet! Through camphor woods I track thy ■ feet; * -

HE WAS DROWSY.

Repeat thy sorrow, I am lonely; Walt, my night's star, I love thee only. The chrysanthemums in the jasper jars stirred a little, and that was all. Dilke took, out his cigarette case, scratched a half dozen daxfi> matches, and waited, but there was nothing further of the song. Night was quickly settling over the harbor, and it was already dark in the east over Lyee Moon. The sunset glow stained the crest of Stonecutter’s Island and Green Island, which shut out the rolling sea to the westward, for a moment only wag a cone of gold. The lights on the swaying masts of the junks the harbor were fast coming out. On the cement walks beneath his terrace he heard shuffling feet and voluble voices of the men returning from the Club Lusltano. There was something thrilling at last for Dilke to think about. Next day* a black-tunlcked amah brought him a copy of Andrade Caminha’s song, shyly Baying, “Iyilia, -missy, pay pay you.” Dilke took the book, replied “Hao shwo” (You are very polite),And gave the amah a thank offering of a jar of comquat sweets which he had purchased the last time he had wandered along the wonderful Kong Yut Mun street at Canton, where they were - preserved. It was jikp a click at an oriel lattice of romance, and he imagined that behind it there hovered an Alhambran beauty, for whom his lonely, artistic soul thirsted, and whom he was Intent to discover. / The tea plants were flowferlng white, and Dilke was up early to see tnem. A tall girl, very dark, passed over the wet lawn. Bhe was gowned in white and looked like a Soochong tea bush in full bloom. He handed her a flowering spray and asked her if she sang. That’s how it came about that Dilke was less and less at his club. he did go, cold eyes were turned uponhim. It began to be rumored that he “was consorting with black people." Anyway, he had always beep more interested in quaint things than was good for him —old gipsy tribes in the provinces, old literatures, customs and Else names. He didn’t much desire now to take the place in society that was his by right of one year’s patience and which was about ripe for his plucking. His new acquaintances fed and flattered him with ; his roily. When he sought release in a moment of expiring remorse it was a poppy chain which gently lea him back, but the dear God pity us, this is the onlykind of chain mankind will-not break. At the open-air concerts of the bands or the line regiments and garrison artillery on Wednesdays and Satur-days*-on Wong Mah Chow Terrace it was noticed that the hundreds of promenading Portuguese nodded to him, and the pale and slender ladies of the army and the wives of the commercial “typans,” who followed suit, turned their backs on him forever and whispered why.

Lilia de Silva cojtld brew tea, embroider as finely as a Canton girl -(and that is saying the same as the “best in the world’’), sing some Portuguese and falsetto Chinese songs and play the compositions of Dego and Lopes. What a pretty new world it was getting to be, after all, as warm as he had expected the EHst to be at first. Her race was of coure Impossible off the terrace —on the Praya levels, where everything had to be up to the governor’s chin. But the languor of the East'had come over Dilke. He bowed to its influence. He could never take her anywhere abroad with him that he knew. Then he wpuld stay here forever. What was England to him anyway? When Dilke went for his constitutional off the terrace and along Bowen ’ Aqueduct nobody seemed to be walk-' ihg his way. Society was folding up the corners of its tent cloth and he was being rolled off to the colder earth. This was very nice for society if he would take it without retaliation. But then most men do not retaliate, and that is why persecutors persecute; they are original enough to furnish a certain zest when you locked at it in some lights. Only a fellow does not like his own kind to depart from him without a word and in a body. It is too like a conviction by a unanimous jury. He worked hard in his hong and rose to be “No. 2.” He would never be “No. 1 or typan,’ on account of his marriage he knew. Jardine and Butterfield never attacked society in a king’s colony, there were -too many official favors to be asked at levees for that. Thus it was for five years. .Every day at 4:30 p. m. up the slope of Glenwdy Ravine he went under the ferntree fronds and palm shade, and al-. ways a song to meet him as he turned up the last zigzag path to the only place in the white exile’s world where he was treated well. , v Lilia loved him as if she had found a pearl jewel when she • was sorting but deeper gems in her sunflower hands. Her dark eyes swept over him with an intense Lamia spirit qf ownership as he followed with his glass al the world’s ships that some time or other passed in and out of the long peak-lined harbor. She hat} before time been timid with white women who acted towards her with patronage, though she was more beautiful and talented-than they, but from now on she bore herself with no uncertain challenge. In her heart she hated them. The Orient is nothing if not passionate in affection and resentments. ■ The-typan;.or No. 1 man of his hong, pne day received a letter from London Instructing him that In two years he should *he placed on the managing board at home and he was to break pfike in to succeed him. Now he had always liked the earnest, sensitive little fellow who after his excommunication by the colony had worked for

his firm like s dog. He would do Dtljke s good turn «t once and send him home on a year’s furlough. It would break him from the half-caste "s* he called her x and his ambition to succeed ag. typan on his return would start him oft better among hi».klnd. But Dilke had to be handled gently. Accordingly the typan told him that it was necessary that he should go to England oh urgent business regarding phoney for the new Javan cane-sugar refinery, that it might take him months to arrange matters, as to the rest those in Throckmorton street would direct his movements; that he had better travel alone and promptly. Lilia heard the plans first with then with an' inscrutable silence) and Dilke would have stayed If he could. He thought of taking her, but thai would ruin even the chance of his returning as “No. 2.' The homeward mailer swung at her buoy, and all that afternoon they watched her as the busy Bteam tenders and narrow sampans plle% between the white ship and the landing wharf. Lilia prepared the tea, the secrets of which iwere hid in jasmine flavoring, and whispered in a breath which smelled of areca nut, “Come, my beloved.” It waft hla favorite Black Kong Goo. She pressed a second pot on him. He was drowsy while she sang a song of Carvalho''?:

, A little iove will do. It is so sweet; S A little life * i Makes all complete. =-4- — r ——--- . - - If Duoro bore you on To the great sea, I’d plead, when you were gone, Come back for me. Alcade, virgin, nun— ■ As Cambra’s dew Were wooed by breeze and sun— Thus seek I you. The plans of the typan, Mr. Millingford Rice, were suddenly al changed. It was remarked at the clubs that, after all, little had really been known of {Mike's life after his seclusion. It was bruited in the colony that lie had not been used to opium and must have taken an overdose. As I have said before the Macaense are three-quasrters Chinese blood. In the alleys of Canton one who was taller and darker than the rest came back to her ancient people. In Chinese she is called Lee Loong, which means something ‘one who communes with sorceresses,” and she looks it more and qaore as the days pass. She acts, too, as though she were haunted by the Interdictions of the native Ta Tsing code, but this Is only her conscience, as they ddn’t bother much about such things there. She helps the men to make cloisonne pins of kingfishers’ wings, in a lew shop on Klang street near the Shameen Canal. If you buy such a pin—and it is pretty enough to tempt you—never, I implore you, give it to a friend. I have heard stories. —The London Sphere.

BOGUS TITLES IN FRANCE.

Number of Spurious Claimants to Nobility Said to Be Enormous. About 25,000 so-called noble families in France would be seriously embarrassed were they asked to produce their patent of nobility, writes Baron du Roure de Paulin in the Paris Revue. The number of bearers of spurious French' titles, according to the baron, is enormous. After exhaustive genealogical investigations he comes to the conclusion that while there are today 70,000 noble families in France, there existed before the Revolution only 30,000 noble houses, and since then no more than 15,000 new names have been legitimately added. - It is astonishing how many illustrious French disappeared during the nineteenth century. The oldest French nobility traces back to the Crusaders, of whom 6,000 bore French names and escutcheons. Today hardly 400 French families can boast with more or less justification of a Crusader ancestor. One single French family,' the cient house traces genuine direct desceht from William of that name, who was grand master Of the Order of the Templars and was killed in the battle of Mdnsurah In 1249. Of the half dozen premier dukes and peers of France who took precedence over all others no descendants now exist. At the time of the French Revolution, there existed thirty-nine dukes who ranked as peers of France, and fortyone others, but .of all these only twen-ty-three are left. Other noble families whose heads were direct grand vassals of the French kings have all but died out. A notable exception is the house of De la Tour d’Auvergne, always prolific In producing great men, among others the famous Marshal Turenne. There are still descendants living of the illustrious house of Lusignan and also legitimate bearers of the names of Guise and Richelieu, but the Colignys, the Montmorencys and the Mazarins, among others, have all died out. The writer has also traced the downward pedigrees of other famous Frenchmen. Nothing is left now of the families of Racine, Mollere, Montaigne, Rabelais, Boileau and Saint-. Simon. Only Beaumarchais and Corneille have still descendants' living. Not a single trace is left of the heroes of the Revolution except in the person of the woman novelist "Gyp,” who is descended from Mlrabeau’B Jbrother, Mirabeau-Tonneau. Napoleon created five kings, one viceroy, seven princes, three grand dukeshnd forty dukes, but all of theib splendor only twelve ducal names remain to-day.

Civilization is nothing more than politeness, industry- and fairness. Savages are always thieves, always loafers, and always impolite and unfair.

AND THEIR CARS.

Best Met Sod of Treat In* Bird Ttot pESPrt from time Immemorial has been the pet and plaything of men, women and children, and chiefly beloved—one knows not why—of royalty, prima donna and eminent men of science. It is well known that parrotgattaln a great age, and there is still one living that belonged to George IY.,> and he is far from being the oldest bird in England. There is yet another illustrious parrot who has gained considerable fame in the consulting room of a famous London nerve specialist, and calls upon the patients to "kiss him quick,” and “have done with It,” and has even been heard to murmur “fine girl” after the exit of a lady from the room, the London Daily Mail says. ' Whether parrots do or do not know what they are talking about is a moot question, but the writer of these lines has at least had personal Acquaintance with one parrot who had glimmerings' of sense. JEa leave parrots in particular for parrots In general the question arises: What is the best way t q treat them? As to their food, it should be seeds —canary, hemp (but not too much), millet, boiled maize, linseed, rape, and the like. Bread soaked In hot water Is good, given twice a fruit in moderation and in variety is wholesome, suqh as grapes, apples and pears, an occasional raisin and lettuce. Gray parrots are very fond of rice, and almost all parrots appreciate rice pudding, and have a taste, too, for bread and butter. Meat is had for them. Clean, fresh wood should be given them bo gnaw, bits of elm, birch, larch and chestnut. Fresh dry gravel must be sprinkled at the bottom of the' cage every day and fresh water be put in the glass. It is important that parrots should, have the opportunity to stand flatfooted. So if the cage has wires at the bottom it is well to remove them. Always to have his claws round perch is injurious to any bird, and two perches of different size are advisable, so that he stay change his posture at will. When a parrot continues to scream he wants water or food, or feels 111 and uncomfortable,-or maybe is merely dull. Music, which he loves, will cheer him up at all times. A parrot learns to talk only from one who speaks very slowly and distinctly to him, and preferably when he is about to fall asleep. Last, but not least, a parrot should be carefully covered at,nlght.

WASN’T A PANHANDLER.

Herchait So Used to Them He Insulted an Acquaintance. A Broadway business man was walking down that sunny but much-panhan-dled avenue after luncheon yesterday afternoon wondering what sort of a plea the next temporarily embarrassed stranger would offer. During his tenblock walk, the New York Times asserts, he had been asked to buy two “gold” rings, furnish carfare to an alleged Brooklynite, and help a* fourth unfortunate to reach some point in the distant West. While he was swinging unobservantly along in the midst of his brown sfudy some one came up and grasped him with affectionate firmness by the elbow. . , "What is a fellow to do with a canary bird when he isn’t going home until- 6 o’clock?” he heard himself asked. The business man turned and' saw a not over well-dressed young man carrying a newspaper-wrapped birdcage. - Rather impatiently he jerked his elbow clear of the affectionate young man’s grasp."I’m sure I don’t know, friend. Go and talk to some one else about it," he answered wearily. A sudden and rather violent change came over the young man's sac at all, however, the kind of change which the business man had expected. He grew qujte scarlet with resentment. His eyes glared fiercely at the startled business man. Pugnaciously he half raised the hand which the business man had thrown off. “Why, you idiot! Aren’t you S’oand So?” mentioning the business man’s name. “Can’t a fellow eved speak to you when he sees you?” he ejaculated wrathfully. The young man hurried off, brandishing the birdcage . like a weapon. He was evidently filled with all the unforgiving emotions. Before disappearing around the corner of a side street he threw back a final challenge. It then dawned on the somewhat dazed business man that he had been introduced to the birdcage stranger at a meeting of some kind of a fraternal order a year or so ago.

Worry Mode Him Worse.

Mrs. McGuire —Is your'ould man any better since he wint ter th’ doctor’s, Mrs. Flnegan? Mrs. Flnegan—Not wan bit, Mrs. McGuire; it’s worse th’ poor man is wid hia k*ad whirlin’ aroun’ an’ aroun’, tryla* ts discover how to follow th’ doctor’s directions. Mrs. McGuire^—An’ what are !h’ directions. Mrs. Flnegan?. Mrs. Flnegan—Sure,) they do be to take wan powder six tolmes a day, Mrs. McGuire. —Brooklyn Life. Neither Here Nor There. Politician —Congratulations, Sarah, I’ve been elected. Sarah (with delight)—Honestly? Politician - What difference does that make? —St. Louis Tlnies.

When Americans begin talking about" school, houses and war, they go'' crazy. Don’t Joke with a man who is not Jokey. ' • .>• ' v ' A

Otdfavorites ii ni.'i. L I ~ .i.-ni nj, '■■■'' London Bridge. Proucl and lowly, beggar and lord. Over the bridge they go; Rags and velvet, fetter and sword. Poverty, pomp and won.— Laughing, weeping, hurrying ever. Hour by hour they crowd along, While, below, the mighty river Sings them all a mocking song. Hurry ajpng, Sorrow and song. All is vanity ’neath the sun; Velvet and- rags. So wags. Until the r*yy no more Shall run. / W Dainty, painted, powdered and gay, Rolleth my lady by; Rags-and-tatters, over the way, Carries a heart as high. Flowers and dreams from country a meadows. Dust and din through city skies, Old creeping with their shadows. Children with their sfinny eyes—- •' \ Hurry along, •*„ Sorrow and song, All is vanity ’neath the sun; Velvet and rags, ' So the world wags. Until the river no more shall run. Storm and sunshine, peace and strife. Over the .bridge they go; Floating on the tide of life. Whither,* no man shall know, Who will miss them there to-morrow. Waifs that drift to"the shade or sun? Gone away with their songs and sorrow; # Only the river still flows on. —Frederick E. Weatherby. i At the Door. I thought myself Indeed secure, v So fast the door, so Arm the lock; But, lo! he toddling comes to lure My parent with timorous knock. My heart were stone could it 'Withstand The sweetness of, my baby’s plea. That timorous, baby knocking, and, “Please let me in, it’s only me.” I threw aside the unfinished book, Regardless of its tempting charms; And, opening wide the door. I took My laughing darling in my arms v Who knows hut in eternity 'I, like the truant child, shall wait— The glories of a life to be, Beyond the heavenly Father’s gate? ✓ And will that heavenly Father heed The truant’s supplicating cryAs at The outer door I plead, “ ’Tis I, O Father, only I?” —Eugene Field.

GANJAH SMOKING A CURSE.

tivlls of a Practice of Hlndaoa Have Brought to the Went Indies. In California and down through Central America and the West Indies the practice of smoking ganjah, or Indian hemp, has been introduced within recent years. A rubber planner from British Honduras, who is familiar with the Pacific coast and all tropical America, ' described the practice and -some of its effects the other day, the New Ycrk Sun says. “Ganjah smoking,” he said, “follows the Hindoo. The indigenous to thp tropics and was used to a limited, extent by the Aztecs of Mexico. in India it has been a curse for centuries. “When the East Indian labored was introduced into the West Indies about thirty years ago he brought it with him and revived and encouraged the use of the weed among the natives. More recently he did the same evil turn for California, so that at the pres.ent time gaj>jah smoking Is prevalent from the Canadian border to Panama. “The plant needs no cultivation. It grows luxuriantly, usually in patches, wherever the climate is warm and the ground is moist. The leaves are charged with a powerful narcotic, and the method of use merely consists of gathering them when they are half dry, crhmmdng them into a pipe and inhaling the heavy white smoker* “Ten or twelve Inhalations produces a pleasant stupor. This gives way to a buoyancy of limb and a desire for action. The smoker becomes very quarrelsome and is obsessed with the idea of blood. This is backed up by a conviction of his own courage, no matter how timid he may be in his normal state. As the drug gains further * hold upon him he snatches up the first weapon at hand and rushes forth to kill. “Wherever ganjah is smoked murder Is a comparatively common crime. Most Hindoos are physical cowards, but on the other hand they do not regard death with horror. Some of them believe in the transmigration of souls, while the more ignorant think that their disembodied spirits are permitted to return to India to dwell among their friends and relatives who are still in the flesh. Therefore Vhen 'they have a grouch against anyone they-use ganjah to key themselves up to the point of killing him and do not worry about the consequence. v “Taken in smaller quantities, say five or six inhalations, and on an empty stomach, the drug has the effect of Imparting an unnatural energy. Tasks requiring great strength and power of endurance becomd easy, and for several hours the smoker feels no fatigue. - , “The persistent use of ganjah weakens the. brain and impairs physical strength. The victim becomes a wreck.”

In this unjust world, "a large part of the profits of a town garden are made by the hardware stores. NWe are all so anxious to get mall; but when we get it,'it usually brings trouble.