Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 136, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 June 1910 — Page 2

THE DAILY REPUBLICAN I Bmy Day Eic«ft Sunday. ""iEALEY & CIARK, finishers. RENSSELAER, - - INDIANA.

WILDCATS IN CAPTIVITY.

Rhree Klttuaa Nearly Tuna Remain Arannd House and Follow Master. I mu fortunate enough to' secure a female wildcat which had been caught tn a trap by a keeper in the extreme north of Scotland, a writer in the Scotsman says. It was not long in nay possession before I arrived at the conclusion that there are few animals wilder than the wildcat. The beast was so savage that I found it impossible to do anything to the injured fore limb, bat nature came to the aid of my captive, and the leg, although remaining sHghtly deformed, became quite serviceable. ‘, In about a month’s time the cat, which afterward escaped and was shot while raiding pheasant rearing grounds, presented me with four kittens, and, knowing the cannibalistic tendencies of wild animals in captlvtty, I made arrangements to remove tiie kittens as soon as they were born. One had, however, been made a meal of before the others were rescued. The remaining three were transferred to a foster mother in the shape of a gentle stable cat, and the family survived all their infantile ailments and are still alive. Notwithstanding their environment and the excellent example shown them by the stable cat, the kittens were practically untamed terrors with every one but myself until they reached the age of four or five months. After that period they seemed to have a greater faith in human nature, or perhaps familiarity had bred contempt, though even yet there are times when the wild ancestral blood courses madly through their veins, and tor days they are almost unapproachable. But in their quieter moments they follow me about like dogs and respond to a call or whistle. I give them their liberty only during the day now, and even then they are under observation, as once when I let them out of their quarters in the evening they bolted. After much difficulty I recaptured two, but the third did not return for • week, and I was surprised that it came hack at all. On warm moonlight nights they will caterwaul to the domestic tabbies, and the voice of the ordinary cat is a mere whisper compared to the calls of those products of the pine-woods gloom, and I had to remove my three wildcats to a place where there were no neighbors whose dreams could be disturbed.

THEY CAN’T FATHOM BERGER.

Man Who Kile Seidel Mayor of Milwaukee Puaale to Politician*. Thieves cannot make out Berger. He is poor. He has never made a dollar out of politics, although he is ■aid to be a powerful "boss.” His whole Income is S3O a week, paid him by the workers for his service to them as labor editor, the American Magazine says. Nor can the thieves understand Berger’s power. When they advertise a meeting Berger calls on the Socialists to supply the audience. When election time comes he asks for 1«200 men to come at 4 o’clock in the morning to distribute literature to every house in Milwaukee. Rain or shine, 1,200 men are there to act as errand boys for the cause of the party? 1 When he asks an outsider to speak in Milwaukee and wants to please him, he asks the Socialists to come, and 15,000 or 20,000 come. Berger rarely runs for office. He wants his hero in power, not himself. When he runs, therefore, he usually selects a hopeless district to break down prejudice and to enter the wedge "’for some one else. His. greatest sacrifice has been to give up the life of a student. Nevertheless he has one of the best libraries In Wisconsin and he loves bookß and music. He knows history, philosophy, economics and politics. He is one of the founders of the National Socialist party, a member of Its executive committee and one of its two representatives in the international body, which meets periodically In Brussels. On a recent visit to Europe he was welcomed everywhere by Immense audiences, who saw in Berger the most distinguished political Socialist America has produced. Berger is no Intellectual dreamer, tout a big, able, unselfish man who works effectively and whole-heartedly for each new good thing, however small; who is not confused or discouraged by the vision of a happy unified world, which he carries usually concealed somewhere in the recesses of his generous spirit

CATS AS WEATHER PROPHETS.

How the Pet A icon Telia ta What the Coming Season Is to Be. A number of women on the high authority of their pet Angora cats atate emphatically that there will be an early spring and a hot summer to follow. We have aiwayß known that Angora cats were undeniably Intelligent, the New York Evening Sun says, but no one has ever gone the length of claiming for them the gift of prophesying weather. It seems, though, that such is their extreme sensibility to heat and cold that one can tell by the amount they shed, the time they shed and the way they shed Just what their vie we on the coming season are. Such being the case, It Will Interest every one to know that they have this year begun shedding very early and that they are'conducting their shedding with great protaaioa. We would like farther details.

but tffiey have not so far been vouchsafed us. We have struggled for so many years with the weather bureau at Washington that we turn with almost tearful gratitude to anything that exhibits even the faintest signs of a reliable barometrical tendency. Could the cats be trained to be slightly more explicit? Not that we scorn their general remarks on the spring and summer; we are humbly glad to have heard them, but something a little more comprehensive, something—we hope they will not think we are pinning them down —something as definite as ‘ can we jump from winter to our summer clothes with safety, and over night, as it were, or must we indulge in some spring ones? Perhaps they with their power of gradual discarding of winter warmth are not interested In our spring troubles; yet if a cold day comes unexpectedly to us It comes with an equal blow to them and they cannot put on again what they have once taken off. This realization destroys a little of one’s faith in their prophetic powers unless, of course, it means that when they once begin to shed profusely there are not to be any more cold days.

Warning to Movers.

Peeling that the “moving" season is approaching. Director Neff of the partment of health and charities has given some advice in the form of a bulletin, that if followed, {nay go far toward conserving the health of the community. This advice is directed to families about to enter a recently unoccupied house, according to the Philadelphia Bulletin. Dr. Neff says that the germs of disease, especially consumption, may live for a long time in an unoccupied house. Here are home of the points of advice that the health director makes: Do not move Into the new home unless it has been fumigated, unless you know that It has been free from contagious disease. In case of doubt ask the bureau of health, who should have record of each house where any contagious disease has existed. ‘‘See that the cellar is dry and properly ventilated and that the drainage and plumbing are not defective. ‘‘Run off acoumulated water from all pipes before using for domestic purposes. ‘‘Dust is germ-laden and when dry sweeping Is employed the dust Is swept from the floor, arises in the air and according to the laws of gravitation, again falls upon the floor and the furniture, Use a damp cloth over the broom or moisten the broom Itself — better still for those financially able, use a portable vacuum cleaner.”

In the Near Future.

Father’s in his airship Gone to spend the day. Looking after loans and bonds In Europe, o’er the way. Mother, who likes comfort, And does not care to roam. Is shopping via wireless, In Paris, at her home. Brother, who in deep seas Has a coral grove, Is going in his submarine Among his crops to rove. Uncle, in the navy. Who’s left his ship a span, shooting tubes T© join her In Japan. Sister, who’s & suffragette, Has worked reforms so rare That even the ward meeting; They open now with prayer. And when, tired by their labors, She’d body rest and soul, She goes to spend for pleasure A week end at the pole. —Detroit Free Press.

Billy Rice and a Pin.

Billy Rice, the negro minstrel, used to tell the story of a man who picked up a pin as he was leaving the office of a great merchant after an unsuccessful quest for work. The merchant, seeing the man’s action from the window, called him back and gave him employment which kindness he repaid toy becoming owner of the entire business in an Incredibly short time. Billy used to end his story by saying, that he tried that scheme once when he was looking for work, dropping a pin carefully on the floor as he entered. He stated his wants to the proprietor, who not only had no employment to offer him, but remarked to his partner as Rice picked up the pin: "Say, if that fellow’s so small as to steal a pin off the floor, how much do you think he’d leave in my till?"

Extended Credit. He stole a kiss. ____ Said the pouting miss: "For that you’ll pay On Judgment Hay.” By Jinks,” said he, "If you trust me TUI Judgment Day I’ll steal some more.” And ere, they say, He slipped away, He stole a score. —Washington Star.

Would Be of Some Use.

"I wish I were an ostrich,” said Hicks, angrily, as he tried to eat one of his wife's biscuits, but couldn’t. "I wish you were,” returned Mrs. Hicks; “I’d get a few feathers for my hat."—Musical Courier.

Barred Out.

Thirsty Thingumbob—Gee! I wisht I bad some hard cider. Rollings tone Nomoss—Cider ain't no good. It has to work before It's fit to drink. —Philadelphia Record. Let a man sit down and size himself up as others see him and the result Is apt to be more or less! discouraging. It is difficult to convince ths chap who has a monopoly that competition la tbs 112 sof trade. , *

RELIGIOUS

Whither, Pilgrims, Are Yon Going! Whither, pilgrims, are you going, Going each with staff In hand? We are going on a journey, Going at our king’s command; Over hills and plains and valleys We are going to his palace, Golhg to the better land. Fear ye not the way so lonely, You a little feeble band? No, for friends unseen are near us, Holy angels round us stand; Christ, our leader, walks beside us, He will guard and He will -guide us. Guide us to the better land. Tell us, pilgrims, what you hope for In that far-off better land. Spotless robes and crowns of glory, From a Saviour’s loving hand; We shall drink of life’s dear river, We shall dwell with God forever. In that bright and better land. Pilgrims, may we travel with you, To that bright and better land? Come and welcome, come and welcome, Welcome to our pilgrim band; Gome, O come, and do not leave us, Christ is waiting to receive ua, In that bright and better land. —Unknown. The Lifting of a. Life. A widow who had to earn her bread obtained employment as an amanuensis. Her work was the answering of replies to a large number of postal cards, sent to remote parts of the country. For the most part, these letters were separated Into convenient groups, and regular forms of answer were provided; hut there were some that required Individual care, and she showed such aptitude for this work that it fell to her as her part of the business of the office. One day there came a postal card from the Tennessee mountains that appealed to her with more than usual Interest. She said to her employer, “I should like to write a letter of my own to that girl.” He consented that she should do so. That was fifteen years ago. Something in the heart of her went out to the mountain girl. A personal letter brought back to her a rather well-written reply from the mountain maiden, telling about her home, her aspirations for an education, her longing for something good to read, and her apparently vain strivings after a larger life. She wanted to paint—a foolish enough desire, perhaps, but it was the thing she had happened to think of. Her new friend had a longdisused paint box, and sent it, with suggestions concerning its use. In itself the paint box led to nothing very great, so far as art was concerned, but it gave point to the correspondence at the outset, and something definite for the girl to try to do. Very eagerly the mountain girl entered into the correspondence. She was hungry for friendship and advice, and she told all her problems, social, religious and intellectual, to this woman, whom she never thought of as a stranger. Silver and gold the widow had none, but such as she had she gave. She put her own heart Into those letters, which were never less frequent than once a month, and at times were much more rapidly interchanged. She advised the young girl as to her dress, her reading, her friendships. She helped her to make the most out of her surroundings, and without weaning her away from them, she gave her other things to think about. She had not been a particularly religious woman, but for this child’s sake she sanctified herself and brightened her own faith. After about two years the young girl went to Berea to school. The friendship of her distant friend and her employer secured for her a modest sum with which to begin her education. She soon reached a point where she was able to teach a mountain school, and then she helped herself and her family. All the time the letters continued.

The young woman was graduated at length and went hack Into her native mountains to be a teacher and helped there. Once she spent a vacation In the North, and passed some weeks with her friend; and the two had known each other so long through letters shared a summer that led - the younger woman through strange experiences of art museums, concerts, and other beautiful things. Then the girl went back. Not very long ago the older woman died. The last fifteen years of her life were blessed by this friendship, and she had the dally Joy of knowing that Bhe had had no inconsiderable share In lifting another life besides her own to a position of large usefulness. She is remembered by the few who knew of this friendship as having made one of the largest and finest contributions to the work of developing a hopeful young life into conscious strength and usefulness. The story Is told here in the hope that other women, —and men, too, —some, perhaps, in far better circumstances than this widow, may find similar opportunities for broadening and enriching their own lives and the lives of struggling youth.—Youth’s Companion.

A Clean Heart. From every point of the subject it appears that the blessing of a clean heart, and the happiness consequent on It, may be obtained In this life, because here, not In the futnre world, are ,we to be saved. Whenever, therefore, such blessings are afforded, they may be received; but all the graces and blessings of the Gospel are ot-

Ifcred at ftU times, ani when they are offered they may be received. Every sinner is exhorted to turn from the evil of hisNvay, to repent of sin, and supplicate the throne of grace for pardon. In the same moment In which he is commanded to turn, in that moment he may and should return. He does not receive the exhortation to repentance to-day that he may become a penitent to-morrow, and believe on the Lord Jesusi that he may receive remission of sins—he does not, he cannot understand that the blessing thus promised is not to be received to-day, but at some future time. In like manner, to every believer the clean heart and the right spirit are offered in the present moment, that they may in that moment be received. For as the work of cleansing and renewing the heart is the work of God, His almighty power can perform it in a moment, In the twinkling of an eye. And as it is this moment our duty to love God with all our heart, and we cannot do this till He cleanses our hearts, consequently He is ready to do it this moment, because He wills that we should in this moment * love Him. Therefore we may Justly say: "Now is the accepted time, now is the day of salvation.?’ He wtio in the beginning caused light in a moment to shine out of darkness, can in a moment shine into our hearts, and give us to see the light of His glory in the face of Jesus Christ. This moment, therefore, we may be‘emptied of sin and filled with holiness. A Prayer. We thank Thee, O Lord, that every day begins with a miracle of light, reminding us to arise and shine as we live and work. When the light comes all nature rejoices and everything abounds with the freshness of re-creation. So help us to live, and grant that we may carry into each day the buoyancy and gladness of spiritual health, that will strengthen the weak, console the sad, inspire the despairing, stimulate the irresolute, and heal the sick. We realize that our hands must be busied with the common tasks of daily life, but grant us to convert them Into heavenly music, and so make every place an abode of refreshment and beneficence. Help us to walk in the light as Jesus did; so shall we have holy fellowship one with another and with Thee, and at last attain eternal joy.

WHEN WINDOWS ARE OPENED.

First Day We Wonder Where All the Nolle Was Daring the Winter. On the first day of having all the windows wide open one feels the bewilderment and fatigue of a country person newly arrived in town. The New York Evening Sun says the noises remind one so forcibly of the fact that one is living in the city. One had known it vaguely all winter, but never had the truth so obtruded itself before. Now one not only is conscious of the city being near, but horrified by having it fairly on top of one. The last pressure of grefariousness seems to have been reached. One almost stands in the middle of one’s own room, first on one foot and then on the other, taking it for granted that all the chairs were long since filled. Cars, running in every direction most of them runing back and forth over cross rails as though it were their special delight; horns blowing on the river; people singing different songs at different tempi; some one playing; dogs barking; voices wandering about by themselves; motor tires exploding, horns honking—an absurd number of things happening. One is forced to believe that all this racket has been pressing against one’s window panes all winter. It may have been what kept the glass so perpetually clouded. It is a great? surprise to know it has been just outside and one all the time happily unaware. One fairly feels one would have seen It on looking out the window, particularly that most determined singer. It is ridiculous to suppose that her voice has been orientating In the atmosphere without mussing it up a littie. Perhaps she has just moved in. Yet that still leaves a great deal of noise unaccounted for; more than you can combat or do anything but marvel over. All you have to say Is that from the eager way in which it rushed into the room when you flung the windom open there must have been an awful lot of sitting on the window sill just waiting for this opportunity.

Unanswerable Questions.

Why deth the little busy girl Pile on her pretty head A switch, a puff, a bird, a- curl. Of ladles who are dead? Why doth she then with calm delight Perch on the top of that A most absurd bombastic fright, A horror of a hat? Why does, she then her pretty shape Hide In a luckless gown That hath no graceful curves to drape? It’s only up and down. Why doth she hie herself to luncfi. Study the bill of fare, And then proceed to buy and ‘munch One chocolate eclair? ✓ Why doth she softly murmur no, When what she means Is yes? And when she knows it isn’t so,. Why doth she acquiesce? Why doth she dance us round In glee. Like puppets tied to strings? And yet. In secret why do we Love her for just these things? —Carolyn' Wells, in the Sunday Magazine. No matter how much a woman loves her husband she Just can’t help abuslng him now and then. It is a great pity that the chap who Invented trouble didn’t take out a perpetual patent on It

ENGLISH COMPARTMENT CAR.

Harder Starts Agitation tor Mora Modern Railway Equipment. One, of the things which an American traveling in England most wonders at is the survival In a country 1 otherwise fairly up to date of the oldfashioned and inconvenient “compartment” type of railway carriages, a St. Louis Globe-Democrat’s London correspondent Bayß. It is true that on some of the great lines corridor cars, something like the American and continental cars, have been adopted for the finest trains on the longest runs, but practically all the short-distance and local travel is still carried in the old compartment cars. For the benefit of those who do rrfit know the compartment car, I may describe it as a long car cut into horse boxes. Each of these boxes is just wide enough to allow two rows of persons to sit facing each other, and each is entered from the side of the car. There 1b no communication 'from one compartment to the other. This applies to all classes of carriages. The only difference between the third or cheapest class and the first and second is that the third-class benches are bare boards,’' while the first and second are cushioned more or less comfortably. From time to time there is an agitation against this type of carriage, usually caused by some crime rendered possible and easy by this peculiar system <# traveling, and just now we are having one of those periodical agitations because of a murder which took place in the north of England a few days ago. It may be well to explain that the English are an unsociable people, and when traveling it is the first aim of every- Englishman to secure a compartment to himself. Sometimes he tips the “guard,” as he calls the conductor, to lock the door of the compartment after he has entered, but as a rule there are so many cars on each train that except on suburban lines each compartment usually contains only two or three • persons, each of whom takes possession of a corner and buries himself in a paper or book. Well, a few days ago a colliery paymaster, who had stained from Newcastle with more than $2,000 In cash to pay wages at a mine, was found shot in an empty compartment, and, of course, the money was gone. The railway men had noticed that when the train started there were two persons in the compartment and that onegot out at a way station, but no one heard any shots or any sound of a struggle. It was evident that the paymaster’s traveling companion bad murdered and robbed him and then dropped off at the first stop without attracting any attention. Now, of course, the papers are again emphasizing the part played in the tragedy by the compartment carriage and demanding that the railways be compelled to put on corridor. cars, where such privacy as makes a crime possible cannot be obtained. The papers are pointing out now that ntfthing like this could happen in a corridor carriage, where passengers and railway servarits are always moving along the corridor, and where everything that happens in the car can be heard by the other passengers. But I am afraid that it wHI end in talk this time, as it always has done before. There is nothing that an English railway director hates and fears more than spending money on new rolling stock. On some of the suburban lines In London there are carriages still running which must have been built about George Stephenson’s day. They are worse than decent cattle cars and the unfortunate passengers after riding in one of them feels as sore as if he had been bumping the bumps at Coney Island. Every now and again the public complains and the railway directors turn over in their sleep and murmur, “We really must have some, new carriages,” but the British public Is patient and continues to ride, so the railway directors go to sleep again and dream' of a happy land where passengers can be piled on top of each other like baggage and bi" dividends can be earned.

Her Second-Best.

Quakers believe In a sober garb, but they are by no means without that quality which would be termed vanity In “the world’s people." Aunt Peace Lawton had this quality to a marked degree. One day a strolling photographer asked permission to take a picture of the Lawton family, sitting on their velvet lawn. Mr. Lawton gave the permission, but his remarks were not approved by Aunt Peace. When It became evident that her gentle remonstrance had no effect, Aunt Peace said no more, but at the moment when the photographer said "Ready?’* and exposed the film, Aunt Peace lifted spotless handkerchief, spread to a snowy square in both hands, hiding her face and head completely. “Why, Aunt Peace, what made you do that?” asked her nephew, reproachfully, when he had permission from the photographer to speak. “William,” said the old lady, calmly, “if thee thinks that I propose to be put in a picture with my secondbest cap on, and my kerchief sadly in need of an iron, thee is greatly mistaken.”

Doing Her Best.

“And will you love me always?” “With Just an occasional intermission,” explained the girl. “I have promised to be engaged to another fallow when I go to the beach.”—Louisville Courier-Journal. It seems to be another bit «f human nature to want to pat a man on the back If he wins and to kick him if he loses.

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Just a Chance.

“Yes, you offer, the property low enough, Mr. Yipsley,” said the real estate agent, "but it will be best for youi to give some satisfactory reason for wanting to sell.” “The reason why I want to sell i& that the property is all run down. It doesn’t bring me 2 per cent on themoney invested in it. I’m not offeringit at a sacrifice. I don’t need the money. I want to get rid of it, but I an asking all it’s worth.” “Um —well, I’ll list it for you, Mr* Yipsley,” said the real estate agent“lt’s barely possible that the novelty of the thing may attract some equally cranky purchaser.”

SCREAMED WITH PAIN.

A Terrible Tale of Kidney Suffering Charles Easter, East Locust St„ Watseka, 111., saysf "I suffered such severe pain in my back that I actual-

ly screamed and for six months was unable to sit fn a chair. I lost 40 pounds and was so lame I could not wash my face. The kidney secretions were of a whitish color and often suppressed. After doctoring and using different remedies, I

began with Doan’s Kidney Pills. 1 gained gradually and was soon cured. The cure is permanent.” , Remember the name —Doan’s. For sale by all dealers. 50 cents a box. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.

A Boy’s Holidays.

The ardent controversy which has bden waging in England and America concerning the best way to dispose of school boys in the long summer vacation has prompted the Grand Trunk Railway System to issue a special publication giving suggestions and practical hints to parents, as to what to do with the school boy during the months of July and August. The vacation camp is one of the solutions and the publication entitled, “What shall a Boy do with his Vacation?” thoroughly covers the ground. f A copy may be obtained for the asking by applying to W. S. Cookson, 917 Merchants Loan & Trust Building, Chicago.

CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. the Kind Yon Have Always Bought How .uninteresting a woman would be if she had neither curiosity nor suspicion in her make-up! ,—iL . Constipation causes and seriously aggravates many diseases. It is thoroughly cured by Dr. Plerce’B Pellets. Tiny sugar-coated granules.

Importance of a Word.

If you should write a letter to the man who is chief magistrate of this republic you are at liberty to address him as “The President, Washington, D. C.” That will be sufficient. He is not “his excellency,” as is the supreme executive magistrate of Massachusetts, nor “his high mightiness,” a title which, they say, sounded pleasing to. the ear of the Father of His Country. But if you should write a letter to the Secretary of State of the United States, whom the plain “president” appointed to the job, prepare to dip your pen in honorific ink. While the chief magistrate is plain "president,” without any titular epaulets, his Secretary of State is “the Honorable Secretary of State.” It will not do to address him as “the “Secretary of State” simply. He is. something more than that. The etiquette of the State Department requires that the word “honorable” be prefixed to the word “secretary.”— Boston Globe.

Unnecessary.

“Mamma, did you ever notice how Uncle Jasper eats?” "No, dear; it is impolite to watch your uncle while he is eating.” “But you don’t have to watch him, mamma. You can hear him eat.” And nothing pleases a girl more than, her ability to keep a young man guessing.

A dear brain and Steady, dependable nerves Can win wealth and fame For their owner. Clear-headedness and a Strong, healthy body Depend largely on the Right elements in Regular food and drink, c Coffee Contains caffeine— A poisonous drug. Postum is rich in the Gluten and phosphates that Furnish the vital energy That puts “ginger” and “hustle” Into body and brain. “There’s a Reason” “