Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 110, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 May 1910 — Page 3

Cuttin’ a limb for a fishn’ pole, In the cool shade near a sunfish hole; Lolling around on a grassy knoll, Pullin’ out “punkin seeds.” Cincinnati Post.

TO DAFFODILS.

Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay. Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you. We have as short a spring; « As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer rain; Or as the pearls of morning dew, Ne’er to be found again. —Robert Herrick.

For a Woman’s Sake

Kathleen wended her way to Lady Gorton’s boudoir, and without waiting to knock pushed open the door and sank down on the nearest chair. “My dearest child, what is the matter?” exclaimed her ladyship. “Have you had bad news?” “Enid, I must go home now, this afternoon.” “But why, Kathleen? You must first tell me what has happened, thSn I will do my best to help you.” “Dear,” whispered the girl, kneeling at her friend’s feet, "Lord Clifford has proposed to me, add I — I —love him.” “But why say no when you admit you love him?” “Have you forgotten why I must be different from other girls? Why, it would not be quite right for me to share an honorable man’s name?” < “Yes, dear, I had.” “I’d almost fforgotten it, too,” said the girl, sadly, “while I’ve been here with you, Enid. Oh, Enid! you can mever be grateful enough that no abstacle stood in the way of your marrying Dick.” “Why not leave the old life behind and make your honie with Dick and myself? You know we shall be delighted to have you.” “I know, and I thank you a thousand times, but he will be free in about three months* time, and I must keep a home for him to come to. You see, Enid, he is my father after all. I love him still, and his disgrace is mine. How could I, the daughter of a convict, expect happiness?” « re. * • • Three months had slipped by and the day had arrived on which Kathleen's father would be free. By a curious coincidence a letter had arrived for him a few days previously marked private, the first that had come since bis Conviction. How many times during those days did Kathleen wonder what that envelope contained? Was it some explanation of the mystery she felt sure surrounded her father? Kathleen hardly recognized her father in the prematurely old man she met at the prison gates. It was not until they arrived home and he felt h-jr arms around him that his composure gave way, and burying his face in his hands his frame shook with heartrending sobs. “Father, father,” pleaded the girl, softly, “try to realize, dear, that you’-e free; that you’re to stay with me always; that I’m to look after you. Speak

LET’S GO FISHIN’ LIKE THE COUNTRY BOY.

to me, dear, just one little word of love after all the weary months.” “Kathleen, my darling,” said the man, brokenly, “this is the hardest punishment I’ve had to bear. God knows I’ve endured hell the last three years, but your love, my child, overcomes me.” “Surely you did not think I should turn from you. I only know you are the victim of fate.” “I did you the greatest wrong of all, child, in pleading guilty to the charge. I ought to have thought then what it would mean to you; but I put some one before you, and that thought has been the hardest part to bear.” “Father, father, do you really mean that you’re innocent? Then why—why did you not say so?” “Because—oh, I cannot tell you.” “Perhaps this letter will explain things,” said the glYl, putting it into his hand. With feverish haste he tore open the envelope and without a word read the contents. When he had finished he put the letter into Kathleen’s hand and asked her to read it, too. The only fact she seemed to grasp was that her father had borne the punishment for some one else’s crime. But why? Handing the letter back she said, "I don’t think I quite understand, dear. Will you not explain?” “Kathie, come and sit where I can see you. When I reached the age of 22 I fell deeply, passionately, in love with a girl whom I hoped returned .my affection. But when I put my fate to the test she told me in the gentlest pos-

“I’M TO LOOK AFTER YOU.”

sible way that it was my friend, Basil Renshaw, she loved, and not myself. Then I met your mother. She was a woman much older than myself. After her death I saw a great of Basil and hls wife, for, as you know, we were both in the same regiment Instead of my love for Edith being dead, as I fondly imagined, the sight of hpr again* fanned it into life, and I was only happy on the days I saw her. “About three years ago there was a fund raised in the regiment for the widows of soldiers who had fallen in a frontier skirmish, of which Basil was made trustee. One day he came bursting into my room with wild-looking eyes and face from which all color had fled. ‘Why, old chap, what’s up?’ 1 asked. ‘Anything wrong with Edith?’ ‘Guy, for God’s sake, help me. They’re coming to look at the accounts of the fund to-morrow. And I’m £SOO odd short.’ ‘You’re what?’ I gasped. ‘What the devil d’you mean?’ ‘What I say,’ he muttered, hoarsely. ‘l’ve been losing heavily at bridge lately and had cursed luck on the turf, so I borrowed this trust money to put me straight, hoping my luck would turn and that I could refund it before it was found out. Can't you think ot something?' ’Basil,* looking him full in the face, ‘do you know that years ago I loved Edith, in fact, I love her itill?

Soakin’ his feet in > the cooling stream. Stringin’ the big rock bass and bream; Just the right spot! Oh! to lie and dream And fish like the country boy..

Well, for her sake I’m willing to plead guilty to this charge and stand the punishment in your stead.’ “ ‘Guy,’ he answered, ‘it’s impossible. I could not allow it.’ ‘Yes, you eould,’ T told him, ‘and you will. My only stipulation is, don’t ever let Edith know you took the money. She loves you, let her keep her love.’” They were aroused from their reverie by a cheery voice at the door exclaiming, “May we come in?” And Lady Gorton, followed by Lord Clifford, came into the room. * After embracing her friend she crossed over to Mr. Stuart and holding out her hand said, “I felt I must be the first to welcome you h®me. I couldn’t let Kathie have y»u all to herself. .And I’ve brought some one with me, too, some one whom you’ve got to get very fond of, for I’m afraid he has come to steal a certain little girl from you.” Guy Stuart .looked from one to the other as his friends rallied round him, and in a voice that shook with emotion said, “Will you listen while I read this letter?” And as the dying man’s confession was read the three listeners in that tiny room gazed with admiratijn on the man who had sacrificed so much for love’s sake.—London Tatler.

An Indestructible Snake.

Snakes oA the pampas of South America have many enemies. Burrowing owls feed on them, and so do herons and storks, which kill them with a blow of their javelin beaks. The tyrant bird picks up the young snake by the tail, and flying to a branch or stone, uses the reptile as a flail until its life is battered out. The large lizard of the pampas, the Iguana, is a famous snake killer. It smites the snake to death "with its powerful tail. Mr. Hudson, in his “Naturalist in La Plata,” tells this sotry: One day a friend of mine was riding out, looking after his cattle; One end of his lasso was attached to his saddle and the remainder of the forty-foot line was allowed to trail on the ground. The rider noticed a large iguana lying apparently asleep, and although he rode within a few inches, it did not stlA But no sooner had the rider passed than the trailing lasso attracted the lizard’s attention. It dashed after the slowly moving rope and dealt it a succession of violent blows with its tail. / When the whole of the lasso, several yards of which had been pounded in vain, had passed by, the Iguana, with uplifted head, gazed after it with astonishment. Never had such a wonderful snake crossed its path before.

“I should like to be excused, your lordship,” said the man who had been summoned on a jury in England, says Cassel’s Journal. ‘‘What for?” “I owe a man £5, and I want to hunt him up and pay it.” “Do you mean to tell this court you would hunt up a man to pay a bill instead of waiting for him to hunt you up?” “Yes, your lordship." “You are excused. I don’t want any one on the jury who will lie like that.”It usually takes a stronger hint to induce a visitor to go than was required to get him to come. Always remember that you’ll never make a man love you by playing a practical joke on him. 1> ‘ ' ■

Too Much to Believe.

The first gown on the left is of blue shot silk with yoke and sleeves of cream-colored all-over lace. The blouse is gathered to the yoke and continued part way down the arm, where it is gathered to the lace undersleeve. The skirt is seven gored with panel front and back, the side gores being lengthened by a shirred flouncing. The hat is of corn-colored rough straw with blue velvet crushed around the crown, knotted at the side with a bunch of ostrich plumes in the same color The second figure shows a charming little costume in myrtle green cloth with a short skirt crossed over at the knees in tunic effect. The underskirt is pleated. The coat is half fitting, with a low roll collar of silk and a cutaway front. The hat is of green straw. The left brim rolls upward and flowers in wood colors encircle the crown. Plumes in two shades of green are arranged at the side. The third is a gown of purple mauve cachemire de soie embroidered with soutache. The yoke and undersleeves are of tulle. The seven-gored skirt is plain, except for the cornerS'on each side of the front and back panels, which are embroidered to match the front of the corsage. The hat is a small toque of burnt straw with

Woman aa a Social Success... • There is no quality more to be desired to make a woman a social success than that of tact. Its possessor knows the right thing to do and the right time for doing -if, and thus gains a reputation for cleverness and for many virtues which a tactless person would never win from her circle of acquaintances, no matter how excellent her qualities of both heart and head. The tactful woman is not only a patient listener, but she is a thoroughly good one. She shows no weariness even when she has heard the same story more than once from the same person, and she smiles in the right place, and appears to enjoy hearing jokes just as much as her companion enjoys telling them, says Woman’s Life. A tactful woman generally gets her own way with her husband, and with other people, and yet in such a manner that people always Suppose that they are following their owji and not, her inclinations. The fact is that she knows when a .man is approachable and likely to be amenable to her wishes, and when it is best to leave him alone. Tact is a weapon guided with a multitude of precautions and feminine wiles by the wise woman, and it is only the wise, who possess it. Embroidered Linen Blouse.

A blouse of white linen appears here, the design of which affords an excellent opportunity for the girl who is handy with her embroidery needle. The shirt is very simple in cut, having a single pleat over the shoulder, the edge of which is button-holed in a fine scallop. At about the bust line this tuck broadens into two rounded tabs secured by pearl These tabs and embroidery are repeated on the cuff of the otherwise simple sleeve. The scallop outlines the Dutch neck, which Is filled with a high collar of lace and finished by a jabot of the same. The belt is also embroidered and fastened by a pearly button.

The Uiyot the Tele*hoee. She is more' than five feet tall, she is 95 per cent unmarried, she is neat, she la quick, she is never deaf nor

FIVE ATTRACTIVE COSTUMES.

DESCRIPTION OF GOWNS IN THE ILLUSTRATION.

dumb, she is invisible when most effective—she is the girl who must be Consulted before you can get the telephone you want. Though not much of a mathematician,, she deals in numbers wholesale and retail, adding and substracting with lightning-like rapidity. The government experts find that she can answer 225 calls a minute without shedding a hairpin, but do not mention that she can give you thg same wrong number three times in five minutes and cause attacks of apoplexy and indignation at both ends of the wire. She must be either very patient or very indifferent, this operator in the conversation exchange, for she deals with many men of many tempers and many women Of many tongues. And if she can manage this successfully and emerge from a day of conflict with unruffled temper and smiling face, she must be a wonder. There she sits, this lady of the telephone, calm, polite, like Patience on a Monument smiling at Rage. From out the wreck of matter and the ruin of worlds comes undisturbed her even tones, “Number, please!”

Naaal O but ruction. Many people suffer from “stuffiness” or “stoppage” of the nose through life, without ever thinking of consulting their medical attendant. It is one ot the most frequent causes of deafness, and it is this symptom which is often the immediate or direct reason for the patient’s seeking advice. Nasal obstruction is responsible for many other troubles. Further, it not only interferes with the development of these organs, but when severe it is responsible for a state known as “aprosexia,” or impaired intellectual development, characterized by lack of ability to concentrate the attention, by dullness of perception, and backwardness in learning. Substitute tor Cream. The following Is a good substitute for cream: Boil three-quarters of a pint of new milk, put a level teaspoonful of flour into a cup with the yolk of an egg and mix well together, adding a little sugar. When the milk bolls draw it back from the fire, and, after it has been allowed to cool a little, pour over the flour and egg mixture, stirring briskly to prevent it from becoming lumpy. Pour the mixture into the saucepan and heat over the Are, stirring one way, until the egg thickens. It must mot boll, or It will be spoiled. When cold it is ready for use. i The Hout Fir. In the same order with the diptera come the house fly, already referred to—the blue bottle or blow fly, and others. The larvae of all such live on carrion and decaying organic matter. The common bouse fly has a very short life history. The female deposits 150 eggs on dung or any kind of sqft tilth, the larvae hatch, we are told, in a day or two and feed on the refuse, get full

shaded velvet, matching the gown in color, crushed around and finished with a bow and a sweeping aigrette at the side. • The fourth is a suit of navy blue diagonal serge. The skirt has a shaped plain yoke with pleated flounce and box-pleat front and back. The coat fastens on the shoulder, crosses below the waist line and slopes to the sides. The square neck and also the edges of the coat are outlined with wide braid and rows of narrow braid. The buttons are large and antique. The hat is a large, , plain straw, with the brim rolling upward on the sides and faced with black velvet. On the left side on the underside of the brim is arranged an aigrette caught with a fancy buttoii. The fifth is of cocoa-colored cloth combined with velvet, which forms the bodice and straight flounce. The bapds of the cloth at-the yoke, belt, around the sleeve caps and above the flounce are embroidered with soutache. All-over lace forms the yoke and undersleeves and a frill of lace at the wrist extends a few inches up the sleeve. The turban is of straw braid in the basket • weave with a crown of panne vefret in geranium color, draped so as to give the greatest height at the back.

grown in five or six days, take on ths quiescent or pupa stage for a week and finally emerge as winged insects to wander about, depositing dirt ©»' our picture frames and disfiguring 'unframed pictures and every shining ornament, tickling our skin just as we are doing some particular bit of work, disturbing our forty winks, to say nothing about his bearing disease germs about and depositing them as if they were rotten grains for fertilizing flowers. Verily the house fly is an unmitigated nuisance and should be exterminated, if we could only induce every owner of garbage and manure heaps to quickly consign it to the ground or to a roaring Are we could do much to exterminate this pest. Nothing but compulsory sanitary laws will come near to producing the abolition of this creature. He is no good to anybody, and may be seen at last stuck to a wall with- a fungus which has its roots in his entrails. Fascia* tin* Dlnaer Gows.

Simplicity and elegance are combined In the gown sketched. The skirt is long and made with a gracefully draped tunic of gold color chiffon cloth, matching that used for bodice, the latter artistically put together with fine folds'of the material over 1 shoulders and deep sleeve bands of gold embroidered net. Similar net is used for hand. across front and back and under arm pieces. Lower part of bodice blouses cleverly into a narrow waist band of gold satin joining it to skirt. Thia model might easily be copied by a home dressmaker with quite satisfactory results, its chief charm lying in. its simplicity. T» Keep Wall ciea*. The best way to keep the walls of the kitchen white and glossy is to wash their painted surface with bran water instead of soap. ’ Boil one pint ot bran in a gallon of water for an hour. The paint will look better and keep clean longer when washed with this than when cleaned with soap on water. . t