Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 149, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 June 1910 — Page 2

LANS to protect railway mail I trains from robberies are aI.J. _most -aa numerous as the poatal trains in the service of the country. The government and ■ *TnTilr railroad officials for years have been trying to find some way to head off such occurrences. Every time there is a train robbery the railroad, express, and mall authorities are flooded with suggestions from persons who live in this country and in others, as to how to avert a

train holdup or to save life and property. One of the express companies has been keeping a file of such letters and papers. One single volume of the file —and there are several of the same size—is ten inches wide and long and four inches thick. It is filled to the covers with the greatest variety of ideas that ever came from the head of a human being. Some of the ideas are accompanied by crude drawings, but some of them have been prepared by competent draughtsmen and artists at the work. There is an endless array of designs for bomb-like cars, compartments made of steel with openings large enough only to stick the barrel of a rifle through. Then come the different ideas in alarms, whistles and flashes to be set off by any member of the crew that first discovers the presence pt a hold-up man. Some of the cars that have been designed by the public are little short of rolling arsenals. They are equipped with every kind of a gun from a small pounder to a magazine rifle and automatic pistol that keeps on shooting aa long as a shooter may crook his finger in a trigger grip. An engineer on the Monon in Southern Indiana once contrived a system that not only would alafm the whole train crew, but would set off a volley from secreted fire arms located about the train. He was a thorough student in the use of air, he had a lot of practical ideas, and he actually harnessed up the entire braking system of his engine and train for the purpose of giving an effective holdup alarm. Even with a bandit standing close to him in the cab, he could send the alarm without the knowledge of the intruder. For years one of the express companies operating out

ON PARTING.

The kiss, dear maid, thy lip hath left Shall never part from mine. Till happier hours restore the gift Untainted back to thine. Thy parting glance, which fondly beams, An equal love may see; The tear that from thine eyelid streams, ~ = Can weep no change In me. f ask no pledge to make me blest In gazing when alone; Nor one memorial for a breast Whose thoughts are all thine own. By day or, night. In weal or woe. That heart, no longer free. Must bear the love It can not show. And silent ache for thee. —Byron.

A Gardener’s Love Story

People called Dave Vajen a truck farmer, but his widowed cousin and hei 18-year-old daughter, Fanny, who bad livsd with him since the girl was a baby, called him a market gardener. Some day he and Fanny were to be married; indeed, as he jogged along in his wagon with his man, Ed, on the •eat beside him and a number of brown paper parcels at his feet, a broad smile fixed itself almost permanently on the big balloon face as he reflected that Fanny was to set the day this day. Fanny and her mother were talking Of the same future event in the kitchen of the little farmhouse, where they were keeping breakfast warm for Dave and Ed, on their return from the city. “I shouldn't think you'd forget Dave hadn't turned 21 when he took me with a helpless young one here to live with him. The education he has given you. I'll never forget his face when he heard you play your first piece on the piano. He'll make a rare husband, not too young, and a little too fat, but. gracious, the fat never grew round his heart.” Fanny nodded assent. Dave was good, and were twenty years' seniority and too much avoirdupois to be “weighed against that qualiyf ’ The woman heard the horses drive Into the yard; heard Dave’s loud voice ahout "Whoa!” heard him tell Ed to net the packages on the porch, waterthe horses and come in to breakfast. In a minute he entered the room and tv another minute he was sitting at the table in front of half a dozen fried iggs and steaming coffee. Ed was slow In following and Mrs. Madden sent Fanny out to him with a cup. The girl seemed loath to go. Am soon as she was gone Dave got

PLANS TO PREVENT MAIL TRAIN ROBBERIES.

up heavily. He was much too fat for masculine grace and mysteriously brought in his bundles from the porch. “Know what day this is, don't you, mother? Well, I bought a dress for Fan and I bought one for you, too. The woman was opening them with exclamations of delight. “Both of ’em real silk. I declare, Dave, it’s too much. I was telling Fan she ought to mary you just out of gratitude.” Dave’s face fell. “I don’t want Fan to marry me out of gratitude. I want her to feel right.” “Oh, she does,” said the girl’s mother. “Kinda likes to talk Ao Ed, don’t she?” “Nonsense!” said Mrs. Madden. When Fanny came back from the yard her mother threw the shimmering silk over her shoulder, and saying that she hadn’t tended to her milk pans yet, left the pair together. “Know what day this is. Fan? A year ago we said wte’d fix up something come your next birthday. That’s now. You've been thinking of me. Fan, that husband way? And you’re happy?” “Oh, yes,” She answered, “If It will make you and mother happy.” "Humph!” said the market gardener,

“BOTH OF ’EM REAL SILK.”

thoughtfully. “Mother, eh? You’re sure you ain’t been thinking of some one else?” “Sure,” she replied. “I’ve got something to tell you, Fan.” said he, turnlhg aside, “and it’s awful hard to tell., ’Twould kind a help me if you’d own you’d thought Just a little of some one else.” The girl went up to him. There was a new took, an eager look, in her eyes: “Have, what is ltr she cried. “What have you to tell?"

of Chicago made use of an armored car, writes J. L. Graff in Pennsylvania Grit. In the center was a steellined compartment in which was racked a great assortment of shooting irons. There were numerous portholes, some of them bored in steel projections from the side of the car. From one of these holes a sharpshooter could rake the right of way on either side of the train, its entire length. This car was always on the rear end of the train, where rode all the train crew and the guards. A well-known express official says that of all the contrivances that have been suggested by the grgat army of cranks and others who have contributed them to the safe transportation of valuables, an explosive toreh has claimed the most attention and dismission. Some of the officials to-day are strongly favoring its adoption. When the torch is exploded by electricity, it sets off a that may be seen for miles. Its light illuminates the entire train, it -out over the right of way on either side and reaches ahead and far back of the markers on the last car. It is claimed that such an alarm is more dreaded by the holdup gentry than any other that has been presented. In late years the robbery of malls is said to have been more frequent than of the express car. In, nearly every instance the robbers have sought out the registered mail. But compared with a period twenty to thirty years back, the robberies are few. There is no longer so much wild country, civilization has spread through the region where once it was hazardous to haul money and compared with the business now being handled there are much fewer interruptions of the kind that this locality furnished the most recent occurrence.

The big man stood silent. “I know” —she broke out—“you’ve been thinking a little about some one else yourself.” Dave nodded sheepishly. That s It!” cried Fanny, joyously; >ou like another girl and want to marry her. But you were going right' on to marry me, just because we'd always said we’d get married. Oh, Dave, would It* be right?” “Yes, it would,’’.protested Dave, “if you felt the way you did when you was a little kid.”' “But I don’t,” protested Fanny. “You want to marry some one else?" The girl nodded. "Ah!” said Dave, “that’s how it is you’ve changed, too.” “Yes, yes, yes; and I felt so bad. I thought that you’d gone on—and I couldn’t tell you the truth. Now it’s ‘all right. We’ll always be brother and sister and we’ll both be happy.” “I don’t know,” said Dave. “Who 13 it, Fan? Is it Ed?” Fanny nodded “Yes.” “Ed’s a good boy—smart, too,” said Dave.’ “I’ll have to explain to mother, I s’pose.” “Will you, Dave?” said Fanny, “and do it right away? You can tell her who she is.” The market gardener stared. “Who is?” The girl you're going to marry, silly.” “Oh,” said simple Dave, “I’d forgot about her. Anyhow, I don’t know as she’d say yes. I- ain’t spoke to her yet.” “Of course she’ll say yes,” declared Fanny; “any woman would that you asked to marry you. Isn’t it fine? We’re both going to be happy. I feel like singing and dancing. Don’t you?” Dave looked down at his cumbrous figure and smiled a singular smile. He didn’t have to answer the question, for Fanny heard her mother’s step in the pantry. “There’s mother. I’m going upstairs so you can speak to her now. Will you, Dave?” He smiled at her eagerness and said of course he would. The girl ran up to him murmuring: “Don’t you be sorry you told me, Dave. I’m glad you did. It would have been awful to have gone on, wouldn’t it?” He bowed his head, and she darted toward the stairs just as her mother was entering. Dave snatched the roll of silk from the table and held it out toward her. Sai<j he: “Here, take this along.” The girl shook her head. “Why, no. Dove, you ought to give that to the girl you love and want to marry.” He forced it into her arms. “You take it along,” said Dave. "I’ve brought silk enough for two dresses.” —New Orleans Tlmes-Democrat. There is one time, at least, when stinginess is admired; the stinginess of the girl on the program who refuses to respond to enoores.

MOVING PICTURE TRICKS

Now that the novelty of the moving picture has worn off," said a man whose business is to think up new ideas for the Aim makers, “It requires a good deal of ingenuity to show the public something it hasn’t seen before. In the early days of the business, there were one or two simple tricks that never failed to fool the average audience. But nowadays the old tricks won’t do. For instance, one of the first stunts was to take a roll of pictures and then run it off backwards on the machine. You would see regiments of soldiers marching backwards down the street, and disappearing in the distance, or there was that old stand-by, the water sports film, which, when run the wrong way, showed men rising feet first from the water, turning somersaults and finally landing gracefully on the springboard overhead. Another reversible film which kept many people guessing a kyig time was one which first showed a mass of clay, and then to take form and shape itself into the likeness of George Washington. How was it done? Simply by taking a wax image of the Father of His Country and slowly melting it while the photographs were being ticked off. Now, when we ran the film backwards the melting process was reversed. But as I said, these things don’t go down any longer. J'. *You’d be surprised to know how resourceful some of the photographers are to-day. There is a film which has lately been sent out all over the country that marks the climax in the art of motion picture faking. I don’t believe one man in a thousand who sees it will have the least idea how it was done. It represents the flight of the children of Israel, and gives the scene where Moses waved his wand and the Red Sea parted. “The man who took that picture spent twelve hours on the Red Sea section alone. He singled out a spot on the shore of Long Island, where there was a sandbar which was out of water at low tide, and under water at high. He started at high tide and took, say, a score of pictures of the sea as it looked then. After fifteen minutes he reeled off another twenty, and fifteen minutes later he did the same. Thus at the end of six hours he had a film showing the changes for every quarter of an hour. At the end of that time the tide had receded so that the sandbar could be seen. Then he called in the supers and had them walk across the bar while he took their picture. “That was only half the work. Later in the the tide began to rise, he returned and began again to take a few pictures every fifteen minutes. At the end of six hours the water had risen to where it was when he began. We had some doubt as to how the film would come out; we didn’t know whether the tide, when photographed that way, would give the desired effect of a sea parting, and then closing up again. But it did. I don’t know of any film that looke more lifelike and wonderful. The waves seem to rush apart for a minute, and then rush back again, just as described in thb Bible.”

Science Invention

The boiling-points of metals have not hitherto been very accurately ascertained. Recently H. C. Greenwood had undertaken a new investigation of this subject, and he gives the following results for certain well known metals: Aluminum, 1,800 degrees C.; copper, 2,310 degrees C.; iron, 2,450 degrees C.; lead, 1,525 degrees C.; silver, 1,955 degrees C.; tin, 2,270 degrees. Lord Dudley, the Governor-General of Australia, has headed a movement for persuading the federal government to establish in Australia a solar observatory to act in concert with those now In operation in England, India and America. It is pointed out that there is a great break in the chain of these observatories, extending between California and India, and covering a distance of 150 degrees of longitude. The proposed observatory ,in Australia would serve to fill this gap. Moreover, it would possess special value from being ideated in the southern hemisphere. With its aid a continuous series. of observations of the sun, extending throughout the 24 hours, could be made. Among the most interesting of American birds Is the great vulture called the California condor, which rivals the famous condor of the Andes in size, averaging 4V£s feet in length and 10 feet in spread of wings. It nests in wild and t inaccessible places in the mountains. Its eggs measure 4% by 2y 2 inches, and are very rare in collections. Prof. Vernon L. Kellogg calls attention to the fact that this bird carries two mallophagan parasites which are common to it and to the two oth«r great vultures of the American c*dillera, the Andean condor and the king-vulture, whose combined range extends several thousand miles north and south. But the parasites are wingless, whereas the vultures represent three separate genera, of which the Individuals are particularly non-grega-rious. How, then, have they come into the possession of identical parasites? Professor Kellogg believes that the,explanation must be that the parasites infested an extinct common ancestor of the three related types of birds, and have persisted, practically unchanged, on Its now divergent descendants. Invention during the next two or three centuries, says Prof. John G. McKindrick, will probably be In the direction of. imitating the wonderful economy, and the simple, direct methods of nature. Take the electric eel. Its electric organ is in no sense a storage-battery, but a contrivance by which electric energy is liberated at the moment when it is required. At rest, the organ shows so small an electromotive force that a good galvanometer is required to detect it, but a sudden nervous impulse from the eel’s spinal cord raises a potential of many volts, with very litle heat and so small an expenditure of matter as to defy the most expert chemist to weigh It. Fireflies, glowworms and many deep-sea fishes; produce light without, heat, “at a cost which would make the price of wax vesja an extravagant outlay.” The organic chemist requires all the resources of his laboratory, with high temperatures and potent agencies, to produce alkalold&l which plants make at a low temperature and by slow processes.

Even the honest pretzel is crooked.

INCREASED COST OF FURS.

*kln« Advance Between 800 and 600 Per Cent in a Few Yearn. No fur has risen in value like the lynx in the last few years. Four years ago the dealers could buy any amount of skins for $6 apiece, writes the Canadian correspondent of Fur News. Now a large skin will fetch the trapper S3O to $33. The fact that fewer lynx have been taken this winter than last does not go to prove that they are decreasing in numbers. The lynx is ah animal that is continually traveling and he goes in a huge circle, covering thousands of miles, so that years in whiefi they are plentiful in Manitoba and the westers provinces there is likely to be a decrease in the eastern provinces. The mink does not appear to be quite so numerous as formerly. This can readily be explained by the- large price paid the trapper for skins. Ten years ago a skin that would fetch $1 now can readily be sold for $6. In Manitoba and the western provinces the season is closed for beaver and otter owing to the scarcity of these animals. However, these two magnificent fur-bearing animals are becoming more plentiful. On many parts of the Assiniboine, where th‘e beavers have not been seen for a period of twelve years, they are now visiting the old haunts and building new dams. On the Souris river the beaver has become so plentiful that farmers have complained of the damage done to small trees, particularly poplar. The weasel 1b another animal that the fur men yearly export in thousands. The weasel is easily taken by the trapper, as he Is a very inquisitive animal and is always on the move. One fur dealer of this city has already shipped 60,000 weasel skins to the English market.

FIGHTS WITH BABOON.

At Portland, Oregon, struggling tor his life with an infuriated baboon, Fred Wilson, of Brazil, Ind., a trainer employed by an animal show, fought desperately for half an hour with Kokomo, a pink-tailed baboon, that attacked him in the cage. The savage beast clutched Wilson's throat, but so long as the trainer could keep on his feet he had the best of the fight. At length he fell, exhausted from the loss of blood and strain,, and the animal gnawed at his legs in a frightful manner. A score of monkeys in the. cage kept up a shrill screaming during the progress of the fight and this attracted the attention of other employes, who rescued Wilson.

Convernation at a Tea.

She (sweetly, as they sip their tea together) —lsn't this* delicious 7 He (absent-mindedly)—Yes, I love to take tea with a llttje lemon.—Columbia Jester.

EASHES FUN

"Wind,” wrote a little boy In his composition at school, “is air when It gets in a hurry.” "I never worry or hurry.” “What department of the government service are you in?” —Buffalo Express. Miss Prim —I want a husband who will be easily pleased. Miss Grouch— That’s the kind you’ll get.—Life. Mrs. Benham—You have torn my train! Benhafn—That’s all right; your your train is long enough to be in two sections.—J udge. Howard —Bridget, did my wife come in a few moments ago? Bridget—No, sir. That’s the parrot you hear a-hol-lerin’.—Harper’s Bazar. “Doctor, how do you account for the existence of rheumatism?” “The mind, my dear, evolved the disease to fit the word.”—Chicago Tribune. “Which is the harder to write, verse or jokes?” “Verse comes easier,” replied the press humorist. “You have, to have an idea for a joke." Shopman (to boy who has asked for a penn’orth of pills)—Do you want them in a box? Boy—Yuss, o’ course. Think I’m goin’ to roll ’em home?— Punch. “Were you ever in love?” asked the sweet young thing. “No,” replied the bachelor, “but you can’t mention any other fashionable disease that I have not had.” Teacher—Jimmy, you look very pale this morning. Are you ill? JimmyNo, ma’am. Ma washed my face this morning herself. Woman’s Home Companion. Farmer (at the grindstone)—Well, why don’t yer turn? City NephewNix! Ye don’t fool me ag'in. Whenever I turn, ye go and bear down with the ax! —Life. “How shall I break the newß to my parents that I have failed in my exams?" “Merely telegraph them: ‘Examination over. Nothing new! ’ ’’ — Fliegende Blaetter. 4 “There’s a masked man a\ the back door.” “Horrors! Is he after my diamonds?” “No, madam. He only wants to borrow a can of gasoline'.”—Louisville Courier Journal. “Why don’t you get an automobile?” “I don’t know whether I could manage one or not.” "A poor argument. You took the same chance, didn’t you, when you acquired a wife?" 'V The Poet—Poetry should be written on one side of the paper, shouldn't it? The Editor—That depends on the poetry; lots of it shouldn’t be written 6h either side.—Philadelphia Record. “A man ought to be a good mechanic in order to get satisfactory results irem an automobile.” “Yes,” answered Mr. Chuggins, “but it’s still better to be a good financier."—Washington Star. Poet’s Wise —My husband read this poem at a public celebration before thousands of people. Alas! it was the last, poem he ever wrote. Publisher— Did they lynch him or shoot him?— Leslie’s Weekly. "Ever been locked up?" demanded counsel. “I ’have been,” admited the witness. "Aha! And what had you been doing to get yourself locked up?" “I had been doing jury duty.”—Louisville Courier-Journal. Miss Elder —The idea of his pretending that my hair was gray! Miss Peppery Ridiculous! Miss Elder— Wasn’t it, though? Miss Peppery— Yes, just as If you’d buy gray hair!— Catholic Standard and Times. The Doctor —Mrs. Murphy, you must be at your husband’s side continuously, as you will need to hand Jiim something every litte while. Mrs. Murphy —Niver, doctor! Fur be it from me to hit a man whin he’s down!—Puck. “I thought I ordered quail!” "Dat’a quail, suh.” “Quail nothing! That’s it seed me a-comin’.” "What has that to do with it?” “De sight of a cullud ,'ussol always makes a chicken quail, suh!”

Father—Bobby, I’m surprised to see you crying because a bee stung you. Brace up and act like a man. Bobby —Y-yes; an’ then y-you’d gimme a lickin’. Y-you told me w-what you’d do to me if you e-ever heard me u-usln’ that kind of 1-language. “How can I tell,” asked the customer, “whether I am getting tender meat or not?” “There's only one sure way, ma’am,” said the butcher, "an’ that’s by e&tin’ of it.” “But I have to buy It before 1 can do that.” “Yes’m; that’s the beauty of the prescription.” Guardian —You say you are going to marry a man In order to reform him. That is very noble of you. May I ask who it is? Ward—lt’s Mr. Oolbyrd. Guardian —Indeed? I wasn’t aware that he had any bad habits. Ward—Yes. Hls friends say that he is hemming quite miserly.—London Sketch. “Little boy,” asks the well-meaning reformer, “Is that your mamma over yonder with the beautiful set of furs?’! “Yes, sir,” answers the bright lad. “Well, do you know what poor animal It la that had to suffer in order that your mamma might have the furs with which she adorns herself so proudly?” “Yes, sir—my papa.”—B. C. Saturday Sunset ' “When I was once In danger from a lion,” said an old African explorer, “I tried sitting down and staring at him. as I had no weapons.” “How did it work?” asked his companion. “Perfectly. The Hon didn’t even offer to touch me.” "Strange! How do you account for It?” “Well, sometimes I’ve thought it was because I sat down on a branch of a very tall tree.”