Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 151, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 June 1910 — Page 2

UP ABIDED MEM. Uy love for thee doth march like arm*4 mom Against a queenly city they would taka Alone tho army'i front lta banners shake; Across tho mountain and the sun-emlt plain It steadfast sweeps as sweepa the steadfast ralni And now the trumpet makes the still air quake; Echo on echo, echoing loud again, And now the thundering cannon doth awake. But, 10l the conquest higher than bard had sung] Instead of answering cannon comes a small White flag; the Iron gates are open flung. And flowers along the Invader's pathway falL The city’s conquerors feast their foes among. And their brave flags are trophies on her wall, dlicherd Watson Gilder.

Billy Houck and the Hog-Thief

Fully seventy-five men sat on the grass or stood In groups about the paid, waiting Impatiently for th* trial to begin. It was only to be a preliminary hearing before the justice of th* peace, but any sort of hog-stealing case was of great Interest to Buckeye Bridge. Horse-stealing, forgery, burglary, arson might arouse other communities, but the great legal battles of Buckeye Bridge were fought over the dead or missing body of the hog. In th* hills north of the valley was much wild timber land, and in the autumn many farmers marked their hogs with sartaln holes and silts In their ears and turned them out to eat the acorns. But this was not to be much of a trial; It was a pretty plain case. Jess Owens turned the hog out one morning. and the next day Buck Powell sold It. dressed, to a store at Sarvls Peint. The ears wers left on, and Owens’ mark was easily Identified. Besides, you could convict Buck on almost any •harge without a witness. He was one of the class known to th* community as “river rats"; he lived in a board ahack near the river and rented a patch of land that was everflowed about every other year. He waa a shambling, bilious fellow, with milky eyes that never looked at anything In particular, and a quivering mouth that neved seemed decided whether It ought to stay open or shut. Suspicions attacked to Buck as readily as summer files to a runt oalf. ’*l guess they’ll sure send Buck up,” remarked Cy Todd, one of a group In th* courthouse yard. “Well, he got the hog all right,” said J*ss Owens. “It was a good one, too. I’d been feeding it corn for six weeks, and had it just about ready to butcher. It weighed two twenty-five when Buck Mid It at the Point.” “Just the hog bein’ fat would be evlience enough to convict Buck,” Bhuckled “Windy” Jim Davis. “He never raised enough corn In his life to fatten any sort of hog; and nobody •ver raised enough to fatten one of his. You could feed one of them ra-sor-backs a whole car-load of corn, and U would all go to legs and bristle.” “I wouldn’t have bothered the law with It,’ said Owens, vindictively, “If Powell had been any sort of a man. Bat I ain't got the stomach to beat np an ornery runt like that” “He ought rum long time ago," declared Todd. "There he Is now.” The constable had come up with the prisoner, and stopped near the courthouse door to wait for the squire. “Is that Powell’B girl?” asked one. “Yes,” answered Windy Jim. They all turned to look. * Th* child was perhaps 12 years old, had brown hair and eyes, and a clear face, vivid with personality. She stood straight, with one hand holding to her father’s sleeve. “Seems queer,” reflected Windy Jim, “what good children some of the ornerlest people have. But I reckon that Is the only way we can ever get ahead any. If all the children were as triflin’ as their dads, this would sura be a wilderness of woe. That little girl Bess there keeps house for that ■kalawag and the two younger children. And the teacher says she's the smartest scholar that ever went to school In our district.” Billy Houck, the Justice of the peace, came up, and they all followed into the courthouse. The case was called. The prosecuting attorney was there to represent th* State. The authority of the Justice was merely to hear the evidence and decide whether or not the accused should be held for trial In the Circuit Court The witnesses against Powell—Jess Owens, several neighbors, the purchaser from Sarvls Point, and Bess, his own daughter—were asked to rise and be sworn. Powell had no lawyer, no witnesses. He sat by a little table to the right of th* justice, leaning on his left elbow, his chin in his hand, his milky eyes on the floor. Bess sat down close beside him, and covertly sought his hand under the table. Her head was held high, and her wide-open brown ey4s searched th* courtroom. The State's attorney rose and started to outline the story of theft as It would be proved. First, he spoke of the positive evidence he would Introduce to prove the ownership of the hog. He had spoken only a few Words when he noticed he did not have the attention of the men In the courtroom. He paused, and turned to see what they were watching. The little girl had gripped th* edge of the table with both hands and was leaning forward, looking at him with surprise and wonder In her eyes, as if trying to understand what that &ad to do with It Th# young attorney, slightly annoy-

ed, lifted his voice to attract the attention of the court. “Your honor, Tuesday morning Jess Owens turned this hog out, and that vary evening Buck Powell stole Jt” There waa a slight, sudden movement at the table, a quick Intake jf breath. The girl was on her feet, pulling at her father’s arm. She was white, and her eyes were open wide with horror and fear,—“Papa, papa?" she whispered, and the room was stKl enough for all to hear. But Buck Powell did not look at his child; his head only dropped a little lower, and he shook Tl slowly. The child sank back In the chair, drew a long breath, and once more fixed her eyes on the attorney. “He killed and dressed the hog before daylight Wednesday morning,” the prosecutor resumed, "fixis we will prove by his own daughter.” “Oh!” It was a sudden little cry from the table. The girl's face was burning red and her breath came fast. The attorney then finished the outline of the things he would prove and sat down, ready for the first witness. For a moment the little girl looked round the courtroom, wonderingly, expectantly. and then at Billy Houck,

“HE DIDN'T DO IT! HE DIDN'T! HE DIDN'T."

Justice of the peace. Were none of them going to speak for her father? A frightened look came Into her face, but she got to her feet, trembling all over. “He didn’t do It! He didn’t! He dldn’tl He didn’t steal any hog. It was this " “Just a minute, honey,” Billy Houck ■aid to her. kindly. “Wait Just a minute." Then turning to the attorney, he asked in an undertone, “Might as well use hep as the first witness, mightn’t you?’’ The prosecutor nodded consent "Take this chair, Bessie,” Billy said to her. “Now you are a witness, and remember, you have sworn to tell the truth.” The attorney started to question her, but the Justice raised his hand. her tell it in her own way, Jackson. Now, Bessie”—he turned his kind, understanding eyes upon her and smiled one of his infrequent smiles —“tell us what yoh know about It.” With the sure instinct of a child the little girl knew here was a friend, and she forgot the lawyer who had abused her father, forgot the crowd In the court-room, and told her story and vehemently to Billy Houck. “He didn’t steal any hog; you know my papa wouldn’t do that. He traded for it You see, it was like this: last year the river got up and washed all our crop away—every littlest bit of U —and—and”—she stopped to swallow —“I couldn’t go to school, because pa couldn’t get me any books and clothes.” Again she paused and quickly drew her hand across her eyes. "I wanted to go, but pa said he would get me books and dresses this year, and I could make up for lost time. "I Just thought of it all the time, and talked about it every day. And when the dry weather burned up the corn this summer, I was scared for fear I couldn’t go. But pa told nle not to cry; he'd get the books sure. “Then when it was nearly time for school to begin, I Was worried and cried and cried, because I didn’t think he could get them. “Then is when he made that trade. He traded Mr. Owens two of our hogs for one of hls, because ours weren’t fat and wouldn’t sell. He brought it home one evening and butchered it early the next morning, so that he could get an early start to tdwn. It was a fair, square trade, truly it was." she added! confidently, “for pa told me himself that Mr. Owens offered to swap first.” At the end of her story she stopped and looked found, suddenly frlghten-

ed by the court-room full of tens# listen rr« “And did he get the books?” Billy Houck asked. Her eyes lighted, her face glowed, unconsciously she clapped her hands lightly. “Oh, yes, be got all the books I need and two of the prettiest dresses you ever saw—one la pink arid the other Is bl*p, with little while dots in It." As the little girl left the chair, all eyes turned to the father. His head had sunk forward on the table, and his shoulders rose and fell. Bess stood at his side and patted his shoulder comfortingly. There was silence for nearly a minute, all wondering who was to apeak next. Jess Owens was the first to rise; and rough hill farmer that he was, he swallowed several times before he found his voice. “Billy”—he forgot he was In court—* “I reckon I ain’t got no stealin’ charges agin’ Buck. I’ll stand, by the trade like the little girl told about.” The young attorney started to speak, but Billy Houck motioned for him to keep his seat. “Case is dismissed. Court Is adJovlrned,” he said, briefly. The little girl ran to him, hope and doubt In her face. “Does that mean my pa Is free, and there isn’t anything more about It?" “Yes, honey,” said Billy, taking her hand, “it is all over. You run out Into the yard now and play a little while. I want to talk with your pa.’’ “Thank you!” she said; and Impulsively she put out her hand and pat--ted hla sleeve, j For half an hour Billy Houck sat by the table and talked with Buck Powell. When he came out, a group of men still lingered In the courthouse yard, discussing the case. “Well, Billy,” said Todd, as the Justice Joined them, “now that you’ve turned him loose, what are we goln’ to do with Buck?” Billy squinted his left eye thoughtfully. “Rent him a piece of land that he can make a living on, and treat him Ilk* a white man.” There was a moment of silence, broken by Windy Jim. “Yes, sir, I reckon if that runt could once Just get a start, that girl would raise him up and make a man of him yet.” "You bet!” assented Jess Owens, heartily. “I reckon,” said Billy, “I can furnish the land.” Just then Buck Powell came slowly out of the court-house, and stood near the door a moment, undecided. Then with a great effort he approached the group of men and held out his hand to Jess Owens timidly. Jess took It Instantly with a hearty grip as he said: “I reckon, Buck, If you want to put in some wheat this fall you can use that bay team of mine for a few weeks. I haven’t any use for them Just now.” Buck turned quickly away and drew his sleeve across his eyes. Bess, who had seen and heard, ran to her father quickly, put her hand through his arm, and said over her shoulder: “Thank you, -Mr. Owens, he’ll take It.”—Wo. y. Hamby in Louth's Companion.

HINDU METHODS OF COOKING.

Said to Save Nutriment In Vegetables That Americans Lose. In India It la literally a case of being a vegetarian or starving, for the Hindus of Hindustan, taking them almost as a whole, are enjoined by their religion to abstain from eating meat. They are not allowed even to open the shell of an egg because by so doing they would destroy the life within It. Thus they are compelled to subsist on a vegetarian diet or go hungry. But if the cooks In India were to prepare their vegetables for the table as do the women of America, writes Saint Nihal Singh in The Nautilus, It is certain that the Hindus would be meat eaters—lt would be Impossible for them to live on a vegetable diet. This for an essential reason., The American cook bolls all the flavor as well as the vitality out of the vegetables and throws It away. The Occidental cook declares this operation Is necessary, as the flavor of the vegetable is too strong and pronounced If the water Is not drained away from 4 L Be that as it may the result is that the food has lost much of Its nutriment and Is useless td build up or sustain the body. Moreover, the boiling process renders the dish more or less Insipid in flavor. The East Indian cook works on a directly opposite principle. The woman of India Is taught that the food must be cooked la Its own steam, or with Just enough water to generate steam to cook It, and every drop of moisture must be evaporated before the food Is served unless it Is to be eaten with a gravy or shorba, in which case a small quantity of liquid is allowed to remain on It But as a usual thing not a drop of watei; Is drained away. This would be looked upon as positively sacrlllgfouS and wasteful .by the East Indians. The American throws away as useless every day what would keep an East Indian family from starvation. This fact was demonstrated when during a siege the Indian soldiers requested that the water ft which the rice was cooked alone should be Issued to them, while the rice Itself might be served to the English soldiers. This was done, and the native sepoys apparently wer» as well fed as their white brothers.

A girl'g Idea of modesty is to decide that only |1 a ticket is enough to charge the neighbors to hear her sing. The smaller the town, the more women have to eat at their

HALL CAINE ON KING EDWARD.

Author Tells Story of Dead Monarch’s Visit to Idle ot Man. During a visit to the Isle of Man. where I first bad the honor to come to close , quarters with him, he took obvious pleasure in the freedom with which the people who surrounded his person spoke to him. Hall Caine says in the New York Herald. I remembered that one of our company said, pointing to the little gray town of Rumsey, which in a few hours had become transfigured into an oriental city, under the blaze of every available scrap of bunting. “This beats coronation day In London, your majesty.” The King smiled and gracefully allowed himself to agree. There were no police with him that day, no detectives and hardly any escort —only a gentleman in light bowler, two ladies In sailor hats, with a few carriages full of friends behind them and a number of bicycle journalists scudding at their side. It was a charming picture—a picture probably without parallel in any foreign country. It was the picture of a sovereign who felt absolutely safe in the love and protection of the people over whom he ruled. “1 trust we have not tired you to death, sir,” I said. He answered: “It has been simply delightful. I’ve enjoyed it all immensely*” • The King's memory was an extraordinary gift. Pointing to a monument on top of a hill, one of our party said: • -—....... . “That Is Albert Hill, sir. The tower Is Albert Tower, so called after a picture of the prince consort’s visit to Rumsey in 1847." “I remember perfectly,” said the King. “I was on the yacht with the Queen, but I was only 7 years of age and the Queen was 111, so I did not come ashore.” “Perhaps you remember, sir, what happened when the prince con'sort landed.” “I do. He had l come unexpectedly. There was nobody to receive him and a local barber took him to the top of the hill.” A memory that retains an Incident of such little moment can never have failed Edward VII. in relation to greater events of his life.

LEGAL INFORMATION

While a manufacturer was creosoting blocks pursuant to a contract, an inspector was appointed by the purchaser, whose duty was to examine and inspect the process. The inspector and the engineer In charge were frequently involved in broils bordering on blows. Hearing of this, the manager forbade the bellicose persons to enter the vat rooms unless accompanied by a third party. Eventually an encounter transpired in whch guns figured freely. The Inspector was struck with a pistol on the head and his upraised arms, his assailant assuring him that his conduct was due to his anxiety to get even on old scores more than anything else, and that it was an exclusively personal transaction. In Cressy vs. Rep. Cr. Co., 122 Northwestern Reporter, 484, the Minnesota Supreme Court allowed a recovery from the manufacturer for damages arising from the chastisement, remarking that when the master, as In this case, has notice of the proclivity of the servant to do harm, he is responsible. The Alabama Constitution provides that when a prisoner Is taken from jail and killed, owing to the neglect of the sheriff, the officer may be Impeached. A negro confined in a jail for murder was quietly taken out and killed by a few masked men, who overcame the deputies on guard. For 20 years the sheriff had been an officer of unusual bravery and devotion to duty. The excitement which usually precedes a lynchingwas absent. In State vs. Cazalas, 50 Southern Reporter, 96, the Alabama Supreme Court held that the sheriff's conduct merited his removal from office. He could not presume that those who desire to Invade the premises will Inform him of the fact, or make such a demonstration on the streets as to advertise their intentions.. When a crime of peculiar enormity has been committed, exciting public indignation, and suggestions are made that the prisoner be lynched. It Is a sheriff's duty to take precautions that will effectually thwart an unauthorized entry of the jail.

A Singgular Marriage Custom.

The Kurds have a very curious and somewhat dangerous marriage custom, which one wquld think would be more honored In the breach than in the observance. The husband, surrounded by a bodyguard of twenty or thirty' young men, carries his wife home on his back in a scarlet cloth and Is desperately assaulted the whole way by a number of girls. Sticks and stones are hurled at the bridegroom, who In the coming home with his bride can hardly be considered a very happy man, for the irate amazons often lnflist on him marks which he carries to the grave. It may be that among the lady pursuers are some of the bridegroom’s former “flames,” who turn the mock attack into downright earnest to avenge slighted love.

There were 28,947 persons in the federal employ in Washington on July 1 last; the annual pay roll for them is 131,541,225, an average of nearly 11,100 each. Do not regard the flea with great contempt; it is about the only creature which gets any work out of a dog.

HETTY GREEN.

Will Tw« Over All Baatneaa tm Her Dsaghter. Mrs. Hetty Green,, celebrated for years ad the richest and shrewest business woman in that-world, will -soon retire from active business life and will turn over the handling of her Immense fortune, estimated at $50,000,000, to her daughter Sylvia, now Mrs. Matthew Astor Wilks. For months It has been rumored that Mrs. Green’s health is failing, and these rumors have been partially substantiated during the last few weeks by the Irregularity of the aged woman’s visits to her office In the Chemical National Bank, and her feeble appearance when she does materialize there. A.mong the few persons in close touch with Mrs. Green it is understood that for years she has been quietly training her daughter to successfully manage her Immense fortune, and that since her daughter's marriage to Mr. Wilks, with Its accompanying possibility of an heir, this training has been increased. It is reported that the transfer of the active control of Mrs. Green’s millions to her daughter for management Is only a question of a few weeks at most. Hetty Green Is 73 years old. Her age, coupled Ttltfr —her monotonous business routine, has begun to tell upon her. She no longer is able to put the snap and dash Into the handling of her affairs that characterized her in the past, although her shrewdness, It is said, is as keen as ever. One of Mrs. Green’s geratest disappointments in life, It Is said, has been the noninclination of her son, Edward H. R. Green, who lives in Texas, to become as famous a financier as herself. At one time she put $20,000,000 into southwestern railroads for h'er son, so that he might become a railroad magnate. The accumulation of wealth, however, is not a fad with Edward H. R. Green, who Is content to live well and carry on sufficient business at the same time to keep his mind occupied. Sylvia, the daugther, takes more after her mother, and It is on this account that the control of her mother's enormous fortune will soon be turned over to her.—New .York American.

METHODICAL MR. BLINXOM.

Ills Mysterious Gain of Two Minutes Made Clear to Him. “I am, I have been all my life," said Mr. Blinxom, according to the New York Sun, “a very methodical man. I rise at a certain hour, take my breakfast at a certain time and start downtown daily always at a certain minute by the clock; but this day for some unaccountable reason I found myself starting two minutes early, and really it quite disturbed me. I couldn’t understand how or where I had gained that two minutes. “But that wasn’t the' only bewildering thing that was to happen to me this morning. At the office when I took off my hat the office boy, before he could check himself, started back from me with a look of astonishment. A man who came in to see me five minutes later looked at me for a moment with what was clearly amazement, and another man who came In a little later still started back a step when he saw me with ‘Er-r-r —hm-m-r----h —’ before he collected himself and got down to business. “Then, at a later time yet, when I seht for my stenographer, who is commonly very calm and , sedate, why, when she came in she all but laughed at me this morning, and she seemed to be quivering with merriment over something all through my dictation. What could it all mean? Really, I was lost in wonderment over it all until It came time to go out to luncheon, when, as I was drying my hands, I happened to see myself in a mirror. Then I was ready to laugh after I had got over my amazement. “My head looked like that of the wild man of Borneo, my hair was so mixed up and twisted and tousled. I had somehow forgotten to comb my hair thl3 morning, and no wonder I bad created a commotion. But I was glad of one thing. This made it all clear to me how I had come to gain that two minutes in starting away from home, and that was a satisfaction to me, anyway, for I am. very methodical.”

A Byron Statue.

Many years ago some admirers of Lord Byron raised a subscription for a monument to the poet to be placed In Westminster Abbey. Chantrey was requested to execute it, but on account of the smallness of the sum subscribed he declined, and Thorwaldsen was then applied to and cheerfully undertook the work. In about 1838 the finished statue arrived at the customs house in London, but to the astonishment of the subscribers the dean of Westminster, Dr. Ireland, declined Jto give permission to have it set up In the abbey, and owing to this difficulty, which proved insurmountable, for Dr. Ireland’s successor was of the same opinion, It remained for upward of twelve years in the customs house, when (1846) It was removed to the library of Trinity College, Cambridge. The poet is represented in the statue of the size of life, seated on a ruin, with his left foot resting on the fragment of a column. In his right hand he holds a style up to his mouth. In his left a book, inscribed “Child* Harold.” He Is dressed In a frock coat and cloak. Beside Jiim on the left is a skull, above which Is the Athenian owl. The, likeness is, of course, posthumous. Thorwaldsen waa born November 19. 1770, and died, on March 24, 1844.

If you ran a shoe store, would you like it if .your clerks bought shoes of an opposition dealer?

Old Favorites

When the Cruel War la Over. Dearest ( Jove, do you remember. When we last did meet, , •*. How you told me that you loved me. Kneeling at my feet? Oh! how proud you stood before me, In your suit of blue, When you vowed to me and country Ever to be true. Chorus— Weeping, sad and lonely, Hopes and tears how vain! Yet praying when this cruel war 1* over, Praying, that we meet againl ~~~: When the summer breeze Is sighing Mournfully along; Or when autumn leaves are falling. Sadly breathes the song. Oft In dreams I see thee lying On the battle plain, Lonely, wounded, even dying, Calling, but In vain. If amid the din of battle Nobly you should fall. Far away from those who love you. None to hear you call — Who would whisper words of comfort. Who would soothe your pain? Ah! the many cruel fanciesEver In my brain. \ But our country called you, darling, Angels cheer your way. While our nation’s sons are fighting, We can only pray. Nobly Strike for God and freedom, Let all nations see How we love our starry banner. Emblem of the free. Old Dog Tray. The morn of life is past, And evening comes at last, It brings me a dream of the once happy day, Of merry forms I’ve seen Upon the village green, Sporting with my Old Dog Tray. ChorusOld Dog Tray Is ever faithful, Grief cannot drive him away; He Is gentle, he Is kind. I’ll never, never find A better friend than Old Dog Tray. The forms I’ve called my own Have vanished one by one, The loved ones, the dear ones, have all passed away; | Their happy smiles are blown. Their gentle voices gone. I’ve nothing left but Old Dog Tray. When thoughts recall the past. His eyes on me are cast, I know he feels what my breaking heart would say; Although he cannot speak. I’ll vainly, vainly seek A better friend than Old Dog Tray. —Stephen C. Foster.

PUZZLE OF CAR LIGHTS.

Is Explained by Amount of Current Hequlred for Startftia Power. Who has not noticed when riding on the street cars at night that sometimes the lamps which light the cars burn very dim a minute and then seem to burn very bright? Sometimes they go almost entirely out, then suddenly come on again. To the ordinary traveler all this is very mystifying, but to the electrical engineer it is simplicity itself, according to the Electric News. If a small hole were drilled in a water pipe above a faucet the water, under pressure, would rush out at a terrific speed, but if you should open the faucet the pressure would immeditely drop down so low tthe water would all but cease to flow out of the tiny hole. This is exactly what happens to the incandescent lamps in a street car when they suddenly grow dim, only it is electricity we are dealing with instead of water. To start a loaded street car requires an enormous amount of electricity. The motors fairly eat up the current in or der to get the necessary starting power or torque, as it is called. Using such a quantity of electricity diminishes the pressure or voltage of the system and of course the lights dim until the car is under way. Nearly all street car systems operate at 550-volt pressure. The lamps in the car consume current at ill)"' volts pressure and they are connected in groups of five in series across the 550-volt circuit. When the voltage for these lamps drops below 110, because of the large amount of current going to the motors under the car, not enough electricity is being forced through the lamp filament to heat it to Incandescence and of course the light is dim. Opening wide the current conductors to the motors suddenly lowers the line pressure, which in turn reduces the pressure to the lamps. Once the car is under way the motors do not require so much current and the pressure returns to the lamps and they continup to give their rated candle power until the next time the car is started.

Very Sudden.

“Mabel, I don’t propose ” “Well, George, I’ve noticed that, but daddy says you’d better propose before long or there will b* doln’s.” “When you interrupted me, Mabel, I waa about to say that I do not pnv pose to wait any longer to learn whether you do or do not return my love.” “Oh, George! This Is so sudden!” Hbuston Post.

The Scornful.

“What are tihe seats of the scornful?” “Didn’t you ever have a friend pass you perched up in a fine automobile?’’ —Louisville Courier-Journal. .

A few politicians in every town are really the people.