Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 154, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 June 1910 — Page 3

Growth of the Soda Water Habit

HE girl behind the soda fountain has come into her own. If it’s a representative of the other sex who juggles with the fizzy B water, he’s a sovereign and a white jacket and apron are his robes of state. For soda water has reached one of the very highest > notches alongside wheat and * automobiles

and hash and beer in the scale of life’s necessities. This is true all over the broad land from New York as far ■west as Reno, Nev., or even farther west to Osekuewe, Cal. Ice cream soda has been placed upon a marble pedestal and we are all bowed down In worship—old men, co-eds, stereotypers, summery girls, middle-aged ladies and David Belasco. Every day, summer and winter, we shove our nickel over the slab and murmur humbly that a destiny would be unfulfilled unless we had a ‘ raspberry phosphate" or a “pistachio royal sundae,” with green trimmings. And all this means things In cold, comparative figures that stick in your brain and make you think of economy and the increased price of living, the poor children starving in the slums and other disturbing things when you're going to turn into the corner drug or fruit store for one of them banana frappes, the very latest thing for 15 cents. But here’s what the figures show: That ten billions of nickels are spent every year at soda fountains in this country, and as tßere are only a billion nickels in circulation, it is plain to be seen that each one of them would have to make ten trips to the soda fountain if only nickels were used. That the nation’s expenditure for soda water and carbonated drinks this year is estimated at $500,000,000. It makes It all the more appalling when you think that that is half a billion dol-

ALLOWANCE FOR THE LIVING.

Do we Indeed desire the dead Should still be near us at our side? Is there no baseness we would hide No Inner vileness that we dread? Shall he for whose applause I strove, I had such reverence for his blame, See with clear eyes some hidden shame And I be lessened in his love? I wrong the grave with fears untrue; Shall love be blamed for want of faith? There must be wisdom with great Death:' The dead shall look me through and through. Be near us when we climb or fall: Ye watch, like God, the rolling hours With larger other eyes than ours, To make allowance for us all. —Tennyson.

WHERE IT ENDED

And, Luke, where do you expect all this to end?” “End? I hope It never will end. I don’t see why It should.” Folding up a little pink note Luke Clark put on his hat and went to visit somg of his patients. “How little men know the hearts of women!” his sister ejaculated as Luke left the room. In a luxurious house in one of the fashionable residence districts of Philadelphia V dainty creature was reclining with a novel in her hands when a servant brought in a card. This was six months after Luke had taken up his residence In Walton. “Say I will be down in a moment,” the girl told the maid. When the door closed she jumped to her feet, went to the mirror and stood admiring herself before going down. In the drawing room stood a young man with a fine head and clear cut features. Hearing the rustle of silks on the stairs, he turned and caught her hands held out to greet him. After a short conversation in which he told her how much pleasure her .letters had given him since taking up his residence out of the world, he | burst forth in expressions of levs. He

told of his poor prospects in Walton and asked her If she thought she could share them with him. “I would not go,” was the startled reply. Luke drew back, hurt, stunned, unbelieving. Edith Lowrle remained fixed in her resolve. Her eyes were wide open and her figure was erect. She watched her lover as he flung himself into a chair and shaded his eyes with his hands. She glided to his side, sat on the arm of his chair and even smoothed his hair with her jeweled fingers. If he felt her caresses he did not respond or even move. “My dear, .dear friend,” she began. “What would you do with me? It is your ideal that you love, not me. You would soon find that out and then —” Her hands fell among the folds of her dress. She crumpled the silk between her finger's as she spoke. “These silks, this lace, these jewels, the pictures, books, the soft carpel beneath my feet, all are simple necessities to me. They are not objects of my love, but part of my daily life. Without them I would not be what I am, nor what you think I am. Think of me at Walton in an old calico dress, bungling over my work. Your sister would be a very queen beside me, and she as well as you would despise me for my ignorance.” With a strong effort he drew himself from the girl's embrace and went from the room as one in a dream. He said no word of farewell and she made no effort to detain him. As he passed from the house Edith went to the window and waiched his retreating figure. “Is there no such thing as friendship?” she asked herself aloud. A dark, dreary day In November seven years later the vines on the young physician’s home in Walton were dead and covered with snow. The ground was white and flakes filtered through the air. Luke Clark was dying. From hard work the people of the little village said. A pale little woman, almost a child in appearance, dressed in deep mourning, made her way through the house, much to the alarm of the one servant. She Insisted on seeing the patient and would not be satisfied until Dr. Clark’s sister came to see the strange visitor. With the sister's consent the little black figure hurried to the sick chamber. She threw herself on her knees beside the bed, her hands, bereft of rings, clasped the hand o< the dying man, ih voluntarily he opened his eyes. A faint smile crossed his face.

lars, which would buy fifty-five Dreadnoughts, and is three times the value of the yearly output of automobiles and would pay the debts of all the American churches four times over and would defray the university expenses of half a million students and is more than double the combined yearly cost of the army and navy. Wow! The amount of soda water consumed yearly is estimated at 479,062,500 gallons, which is dispensed from 120,000 fountains. The average price of a fountain is $2,000, so you get a total investment of $240,000,000. And in these days the soda fountain is busy summer and winter. From year's end to year’s end the hiss and jingle of the soda fountain in Uncle Sam’s domain never ceases. The time was when for half the year the fountain was about as idle as the straw hat and the parasol. Public fancy has changed all that, and now the dispenser of fizzing sweetness works nearly as hard in January as In the dog days. Not that he hands out hot drinks only in blizzard temperature; far from it Soda fountain drinks tickle the palates of the countless numbers the year round, and thus It happens that the disher—the handy little tool that soda fountain attendants have for scooping up the cream—never gets a vacation. Besides the direct profits, the soda fountains bring Into the drug stores people who buy medicines, soap perfumery, toilet articles, etc. The cost of the fountain itself is far from representing the entire outlay. While in a small establishment the druggist finds it economical to buy his soda and cream, in a large one he makes it himself, and therefore buys carbonators, freezers syrup percolators and other apparatus. Minor accessories, too, must be provided.

“Luke, do you know me?” Edith asked. ; “Of course I do,” he answered feebly, “though there is a great change in both of us.” “Have you forgiven me?” she asked with a sob. “Long ago,” he whispered. “Have you forgiven yourself?” "Never!” “Then do so for my sake. God bless you, Edith, darling, good-by.” And then it was all over.—Kansas City World.

WHITE WAY ON THE FARM.

With Only Five Families a Missouri Village lias Fleetric Lights. Yarrow is probably the smallest village in Missouri that has an electric light plant, a Kirksville (Mo.) correspondent of the Kansas City Star says. The population of Yarrow consists of the families of a groceryman, a blacksmith, a miller and two retired farmers. Each family has its home brilliantly lighted by electricity; The electric light plant is owned and operated by Michael Webber, who has for twenty years or more run an old-fashioned water mill at Yarrow. Mr. Webber is an inventive man and recently ho conceived the idea of attaching his water machinery to a ten-horse-power dynamo and making electricity for himself and neighbors. A dynamo was installed at a nominal cost and for the first lime In the history of the village of Yarrow electric lights were turned'on recently. Mr. Webber says he expects to put ip a larger dynamo and to light the entire Houthwest corner of Adair county. He says further that the Charlton river as a source of water power should/ be developed, as it has great, possibilities for Kirksville and other towns near the stream. He is Interested in a project to put a SIOO,OOO dam across the Chariton west of Kirksville and to install a modern power plant. \ The dam that now furnishes power for his mill Is only seven feet high and was built in 1849. For years it furnished the power for an old-fash-ioned under shot water wheel, but more recently he has installed-two wheels of comparatively late pattern which now give him approximately seventy-five horse-power, which is sufficient for grinding corn and buckwheat and running the dynamo for his light plant. * A lot of valuable time is wasted on explanations and apologies.

DOINGS OF WOMEN

Stoopleaa Dnatpan Now. Women are generally agreed that one of the most serious features of household work is the incessant stoop-

ing which seems to be necessary in the performance of the daily routine of the household work. Doctors claim that it is this alone which is in a large .measure responsible foj the many ills and ailments which women are with and which the men are free from. So

new dustpan, many of her daily tasks require that she should lean or stoop over that it is not long before this unnatural attitude is responsible for some- serious and chronic illness which often makes her an invalid for the rest of her life. The stoopless dustpan, which has recently been invented, enables her to do the work of gathering up the accu-mulations.-on the floor without cne least inclination of her body. The new implement has a long handle by which -it is carried conveniently, and at the same time the handle controls the operation of a lid which opens for the reception of the dust when the pan is placed on the floor and as it is raised after gathering up the accumulations, the lid closes, hiding the contents from view and preventing their being scattered by the wind or by accident.

Health and Bt-anfy Hlntw Hold young thoughts persistently. Avoid fear in all its varied forms of expression. Keep in the sunlight; nothing beautiful or sweet ripens in the darkness. Simply refuse to grow old by counting your years or anticipating old age. Don’t allow yourself to think, on your birthday, that you are a year older. Refrain from all kinds of stimulants and sedatives; they will shorten your life. Nature is the great rejuvenator; her spirit is ever young. Live with her; study her; love her. Avoid excesses of all kinds; they are injurious. The long life must be a temperate, regular life. Keep mental cobwebs, dust and brain ashes brushed off by frequent trips to the country, or by travel. Never look on the dark side; take sunny views of everything; a sunny thought drives awav the shadows Cultivate £he spirit of contentment; all discontent and dissatisfaction bring age-furrows prematurely to, the face. Think beautiful thoughts—harmony thoughts, truth thoughts, thoughts of innocence, of youfh, of love and of kindness. Physicians claim that sleep is more refreshing in a darkened room. It is well to accustom children from infancy to sleep in the dark. After living for several months on simple foods, in addition to increased good health, it would be found that an Increased susceptibility of taste and a keener relish have been acquired. Massage is not only a beautifying agent, but it is a wonderful cure for neuralgia, if attention is paid especially to the muscles of the eyes and brow.' It is excellent also for sleeplessness and all nervous conditions. For Ingrowing nails wear wider boots and clip the nails so they curve down in the center of the top. Nails as a rule are a little rounded or pointed, but by cutting them in the nails bend a little and are less apt to hurt the flesh at the sides. Keep them short all the time.

New Type of Woman. The eyes of ihe world are directed at the matured women who are doing things. The exclusive society woman and she who has only good looks to recommend her are rapidly becoming a thing of the past. We are living in an intensely practical age. So rapidly are we living that all forces are amalgamating and evolving a type of woman such as the world has never seen before. She is not a fledgling, nor a merely pretty thing, but a woman of gracious tact and wide sympathy, who has lived down many a bitter disappointment and crushed many a sorrow, but who is imbued with the optimistic spirit of Young America; she knows that in order to do her best she must look her best; she inspires old and young with her youthful enthusiasm; she is sincerely interested in every humane question of the day; thus unconsciously does she cultivate those endearing qualities of the heart, the daily exhibition of which, in the course of years, imparts an atmosphere of soft, sweet femininity, and gives to a woman when she reaches middle Use that delightful subtle spirit we call “charm.” This is perhaps what the satirical Bernard Shaw meant when he asserted that no woman is possible until she has reached her thirty-fifth year, and not worth talking with until her fortieth!—The Delineator. Economy la Haying. Comparatively few housekeepers appreciate Ihe economy of buying household supplies in large quantities at

wholesale rates. Try it for a while, keeping strict account, and at the end of a year you will be surprised at the amount of-money saved. When it is impossible for one to buy in large quantities, owing, perhaps, to a small family, let several housekeepers club together, one woman who has business ability attending to the ordering, or they can take turns in doing that part of the work if they choose. Of course, it is some trouble, but it pays well for the time spent. Many articles in daily use, as dried fruits, canned goods, spices, etc., can be kept for a long time if properly cared for. Soap is much better kept a long time—the longer the better. Butter if put up in prints or small packages, can be wrapped in a clean we« cloth or wet butter paper, and put into a jar of strong brine —as much salt in the water as it will dissolve —when it will keep indefinitely if care is taken to keep the butter always covered with the brine. Perishable food will, of course, have to be ordered oftener. Headdress for Mornings.

The tendency has been of late years to leave off hats in the summer time as much as possible. Girls have knotted veils behind the ears and have contrived many other little fanciful headdresses to protect their tresses from the winds, but it has remained

The above sketch was taken from a gown of soft cashmere In a new ana lovely shade of Dresden blue. The skirt, perfect in cut, is arranged with crossing folds in front. Bodice is blue linon over soft silk, In palest possible shade of rose leaf pink. Over this are bretelles and bands of cashmere, finely embroidered with silk and -trimmed with narrow cords of satin In same shade of blue. Upper part of bodice is filled in with fine creme lace, like that used for the undersleeves; the latter lined with pale pink chiffon and finished with deep cuffs of fins cream net bordered at wrists with a piping of blue satin.

for an American girl artist in Part* to send us a charming and French? little design that will catch the eye of our summer and all—on the instant JN It is simply a large silk handkerchief in cashmere design draped over a very large wire frame—which is light in weight and lirotects the hair. The ’kerchief is edged With black moire, and there is a black tassel at each corner. And it may be made at home, which is not the least of its charms. A Sewing Suggestion. In place of the tedious rolling and whipping used in sewing ruffles on to balms of lace, the woman who makes her own lingerie will find this method, much easier, quicker and quite as effective: Turn down the edge of the ruffle as if to make a very narrow hem, but instead of hemming, gather with a fine thread, then place the gathers evenly, hold them firmly in place and whip on to the lace. The gathering thread will not show and ihe work "will be strong enough for laundering. This can be done in half the time, and the most critical admirer of neat and dainty sewing can not detect it from rolling and whipping. Keeping Up Appearances. Your everyday toilet is a part of your character, says a writer. A girl who looks like a “fury” or a sloven in the morning is not to be trusted, howet»er finely she may look in the evening. Look tidy in the morning and after the dinner is over improve your toilet. Make it a rule of your daily life to “dress” in the afternoon. Your dress may or may not be anything better than calico, but with a ribbon or fioweF'or some bit of ornament you can have an air of self-re-spect and satisfaction that invariably commends you to heaven. Women aa Farmers. More than 700,000 woman had a share last year in raising the crops of the nation. That more women are taking up farming each year is a fact, and that the most of them are succeeding is equally true. They are running cattle ranches, cotton plantations, raising melons, wheat, corn, fruit and ■managing stock farms and chicken ranches. In every part of the country the invasion of the agricultural field by women is going op, but it is more marked in the West. Not Her Fnult. Being upbraided by her mother for being the lowest in her class, little Mabel exclaimed, in tones of injured innocence: “It ain’t my fault. The girl who has always been at the foot has left school.” —Modern Society. Not tor Him. Johnson—That girl is a jewel. Morrison—Why don’t you marry her? Johnson —I can’t furnish the setting. —Smart Set.

STYLISH AFTERNOON GOWN.