Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 182, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 August 1910 — Page 2

When the Princess Chooses

By NELLIE CRAVEY GILMORE

The “Princess" breathed a sigh of i relief. Their escape had been nothing short of miraculous, for the exquisite car was crippled hopelessly. The half hour that had elapsed since the accident had been an interval of palpitant excitement; but now the tension of the girl's nerves was relaxing, and some of the banished color had flowed back to her cheeks. She began to pace up and down In the twilight, her untailing poise adjusting itself readily to the exigencies of the situation. Sudden the indistinct blur of a faroff, but unmistakable, sound broke the silence; a moment more, and the musical hum of rubber-tired Wheels echoed from the high clay road to the left. The “Princess” halted and stood alert. “Dear me, Henry, I thought you would never—Oh!” The girl’s hand dropped swiftly to her side; she started back as the light from the machine flashed squarely into the man’s face. “You!” she cried, with a breathless heartbeat “Barbara!" The stranger looked at her for the first time, and there was radiant recognition in his eyes. Then recollection, coming upon its heels, he calmed himself and said: “So it is you.” “Yes, Jack; It is I." The “Princess’ spoke lightly enough, though, under cover of the dark, the blood was rushing into her cheeks. “A decidedly unexpected meeting,” the other remarked in a tone that instantly betrayed the effort to be casual, “when we thought we never would lay eyes on each other again,” he could not help adding. The “Princess” spoke lightly enough, in a bewildered w r ay, ner eyes teeming with unspoken questions. “I certainly never expected to see you here,” she answered, after an indescribable pause. “Oh, Jack, Jack, Jack!” she broke out, wretchedly, “why did you do it? Why did you come—after all?” She turned from him with a despairing gesture and sobbed in her hands. He looked at her uncomprehendingly for a moment, holding himself in by a powerful effort. Wben he had controlled himself sufficiently, he said: “I did not dream that I should ever sec you again, Princess.”

After a little, the girl turned toward him slowly, her red lips compressed. “Of course,” she replied, with a little wounded catch in her voice, “I —I am very silly, Jack. Please don’t pay any attention to what I have said.” The other bowed in silence and presently he said: ‘“lt is growing late, ‘Princess;’ I am afraid you have met with something of a mishap. Your companion—” “My brother was with me; our escape was Providential—you can judge by the appearance of the car over there. He left me almost two hours ago to go in search of assistance, and I very much fear that he has lost his way.” “Then you’d better let me take you on, as his return is very indefinite. We are fully 20 miles from civilization, and —’’ The "Princess” interrupted him with a little startled exclamation. “But—but I couldn’t leave like this! He wouldn’t know—understand. I think perhaps I'd better wait, besides, sup.pose something should have happened to—” "No danger of that, and no danger of his returning before morning, if I’m not a very poor guesser. He’s safe enough in this part of the country, but he'll find it hard work getting help. The only thing to do is to go on, and send back here to meet him. We can leave a message with the automobile.” The "Princess” darted a curious glance into the man's face. "How do vOu know so much about the country here?” she asked pointedly. “A year ago you had not been out of America for 20 years.” "It doesn’t take the tenth part of that time to become familiar with the world in which one lives—the particular world,” he answered quietly. "In which one lives!” The “Princess” spoke sharply, her hand going involuntarily to her side to still a sudden heart-beat. “I —I don’t understand,” she went on wonderingly. “Why are you here?” “At present.” he said quietly, “as chauffeur to the duke of Reverly.” The “Princess” turned white. ‘The duke of Reverly!” she gasped, putting out one hand in a blind fashion, as if to steady herself against something. The chauffeur gave no sign of having noticed her excitement, and she collected herself immediately and looked him earnestly in the eyes. "I want you te tell me the truth. Jack,” she pleaded. “Did you follow me—to England, for thq purpose of finding out who I—”

"Follow you! Oh, hardly. Not after that last night when you made me know—when I made myself know—that just an ordinary man must never dare lift his eyes to-Ho a princess.” i He spoke passionately, with a keen touch of bitterness. “Circumstances over which I have not the slightest control are responsible for my presence here,” he said more calmly. For several minutes, silence held them both. The "Princess" was the *rst to break tt “Jack," she began, a trihe uneasily, “there Is something I teuat ask you—something I want you

to do, something you must do. Promise me.” The glance she lifted to him was full of anxiety, almost alarm. The face of the man flamed a dull red, but he disciplined.his voice as he said: “I will do anything in the world for you—you know that.” ’ “Then leave the duke of Reverly,” 6he besought him, “at once.” “And may I ask you one question. Princess. In return?” She nodded. “Why do you wish me to do this?” The girl was silent for the half of a minute. Her face crimsoned slowly; then paled. “Because," she answered, choking down a sob, “in three months’ time it is decreed that 1 become his—wife.” The chauffeur regarded her mechanically for a few seconds. "Do you love him, Barbara,” he asked abruptly, “this—gentleman ?” The “Princess” laughed in a grating little fashion that did not in the least belong to her. “I’ve just a bit of a right to the question, haven’t I, Princess, at the —last?” “Love him!” she cried, "why—why I’ve never even looked upon him!" “And yet he is willing to accept you under those conditions.” "Oh, it is all arranged for us. Our forefathers were kind enough to put themselves to that trouble. Over here, we mortals are spared the necessity of attending to our own —lovo affairs.” The man was grave for a moment. Presently he said: “I happen to know the duke very well indeed, as a man, and I do not believe he would let you .marry him without the one great essential. Right, now, he Is on his way to Lorrimer house to—"

"I know,” she cut in sharply, “but It is no use. I shall never marry him if that is how he feels, for I shall lack the ‘one essential’ for all time.” “The duke is different from lots of men of his class, Barbara. As late as six months ago, he never dreamed that fate would conspire to place a coronet on his arid therefore, he has been little spoiled by pride of position.” The looked up quickly. “I —don’t understand. His is an old family, with a famous pedigree—” "There is quite an interesting bit of romance connected with the new duke's inheritance of the title. It came to light only recently that Robert, fourth duke of Reverly, had secretly married a beautiful,.American girl, concealing his Identity even from her during the short time she lived—--18 months. He returned to New York from a visit home, to find his wife buried and the child vanished. It took 30 years to find the missing heir.” The “Princess’’ sighed deeply. “Nothing can matter now,” she interposed, drearily. “Ah, it was a hapless day that inspired my adventuresome visit to America! If only I had been the simple little girl you first thought me, instead —instead—” “Instead of a princess,” he supplemented wistfully. “Not exactly a princess,” she smiled, “although you would have it so. But —” She paused, at a sudden loss for words.

The chauffeur waited a second, then pulled out his watch and studied its face intently. “It is late, Princess. We had better start!” The girl hesitated a little, then without a word, she moved toward the big scarlet car that belonged to the duke of Reverly. Somehow, her foot caught in a tangled bit of grass and she tripped. The chauffeur caught her in his arms. For a moment he held her close, so close that he could feeF the quick throbbing of her heart against his own; the tremulous rush of her warm breath against his cheek. The touch of her, helpless in his embrace, thrilled—intoxicated him, swept away the last vestige of self-controi, and he covered her eyes, her hair, her lips, with kisses. “In spite of all, you do care, you do!” he cried fiercely, as she struggled an Instant, then yielded herself to his caresses. The Princess” opened her eyes at last and met the man’s own. “I care so much,” she whispered, "that I shall never, never marry the duke of Reverly.” ' The chauffeur released her reluctantly, and for a moment held her from him with his eyes buried in hers. “It will mean the giving up of a coronet. Princess. Remember the risk you are running when you choose me; obscurity and checkered life— ■" A row of soft, pink finger-tips stopped the words on his lips. “A coronet for—a crown,” she breathed. “Jack! What is there for a woman to risk —when she becomes the wife of —her king?” The chauffeur bent and touched her forehead reverently with his Ups. Afterward, he drew from his pocket a card and scribbled a few hasty lii * across the back of It. This he fastened to the forward cushion of ths wrecked auto, and assisted the “Princess” into the duke’s car. Several hours later, when the exasperated Lord Henry returned from his fruitless quest, he chanced npon the following: “Dear Boy: "I picked ydur sister up safe and sound. We are on our way to Lorrimer bouse. Will send the car back at Once. “In haste, REVERLY.”

MUSIC BRINGS CURE

Rhythm Charms Disease of Afflicted Little Children. Wonderful Results Obtained by Use of Melody In Treatment of Infantile Paralysis, Considered Incurable. London. The wonderful results which can be obtained from the scientific use of music and rhythm in infantile paralysis were the subject of an impromptu demonstration at the Tiny Tim guild, an institution in City road, London, for the treatment of paralyzed children who are considered incurable at the general hospitals. The first patient was a boy of 6, whose right arm had been totally paralyzed following an attack of acute Infantile paralysis. A drum and his zeal for beating it in time so as to beconje a professional drummer when fee grows up have been his salvation. What massage and electrical treatment alone eould not do, constant working at his drumming has accomplished, and now the paralyzed arm is almost as useful as the other. The second case was a child of 3, who six months ago was totally paralyzed in both legs. Her treatment consisted of “marching” to an inspiriting tune played on the piano, while seated on the edge of a low wooden chair.

“The secret of the treatment,” Miss Hawthorne, the founder of the guild, explained, “is to make them build up the strength of the paralyzed muscles and nerves by encouraging them to use their limbs in the way each individual likes best. The music keeps their interest up and prevents their becoming bored and tired.” The most interesting case was a girl of 10, who three years ago was refused admission at one of the great London hospitals as being hopelessly incurable. On being brought to the guild, so her mother explained, the right leg and arm were almost useless, while paralysis pf certain of the thioat and tongue muscles rendered the child’s speech almost incoherent. Dull and mentally deficient in many ways, her interest in musical sounds gave the clew to the treatment. Singing exercises were devised in which, 4o pronounce the vowels correctly, the aemi-paralyzed musicles had to be -used, while a wooden clapper and a bell to be sounded by the paralyzed foot and arm respectively completed the apparatus. The other day, after almost three years at the guild, this patient, now a normal looking little girl, sang a number of songs in a rich, full voice, pronouncing the words faultlessly, and then, as a grand finale, she skipped the rope to show the marvelous control the musical treatment has gained over the injured limb muscles.

Proud of Five Generations

Old Pennsylvania Fiddler Delights in Telling of Days When Dances Were Lively. Pennsburg, Pa.—One of the oldest, most numerous and influential families in the Perkiomen valley and just across the line of Montgomery, in Hereford township, Berks county, is the Gery clan, whose progenitor was Michael Gery, who settled at Palm, near here, in the dawn of the eighteenth century. He, with Peter Hillegass, a nephew of Michael Hillegass, the first treasurer of the United States, was a pioneer linseed oil manufacturer In this section. Epraim Gery, son of Michael, who is ninety-two years of age, in his youth was teamster for his father and Hillegass, and made weekly trips by team to Philadelphia, 75 years ago, with oil, returning with flax seed and the necessaries of life, as was the custom in those days. On these trips Mr. Gery says he used to take with him feed for the horses and victuals for himself, as well as bedding, so as to sleep on the floors of the barrooms along the route. Mr. Gery voted for President Van Buren in 1840. The old man is hale and hearty and a favorite with the coihmunity, because of his cheerful disposition and his love of good stortes. °f which he has a ready fund. The one story of his interesting life which the nonogenarian is fond of relating is his experiences as fiddler at the frolics 75 years ago. Mr. Gery in his younger days was possessed of prodigious strength, and was the favorite musician at old-fashioned dances for two reasons. In the first place, they liked his fiddling, and then again whenever a rowdy tried to break up a dance, as was the custom, the husky fiddler would quietly lay down his violin, grab the bully and throw him out of the place.

HAND-PAINTED SHOE FASHION

Floral Designs Are Also to Be Seen on Gloves Which Are Embellished for Customers. London.— There will he interesting work for those girls who can use a paint ‘brush if the revival of handpainted articles for feminine wear becomes general. Women will be able to make birthday gifts to their friends of gloves or shoes on which they have painted the recipient’s favorite flower. Would-be lovers can subtly hint at the state of their feelings by sending to the obJect of thetr affections a pair of for-

GREEK MINISTER AND HIS BRIDE

Washington.—Lambros A. Coromilas, Greek minister to the United States, who was recently married to Miss Anna Ewing Cockrell, has been a member of the diplomatic colony in Washington for three years. He is 53 years old, more than six feet tall and an expert fencer. He holds the degree of doctor of philosophy from Tuebingen university and studied in Paris at the School of Political Science. Mrs. Coromilas is the daughter of Francis M. Cockrell, fprmer senator from Missouri and now a member of the Interstate Commerce commission.

WOMAN AS FARMER

Makes Money on Land Neighbors Had Said Was Worthless. Graduate of Massachusetts Agricultural College Shows That Scientific Farming Is Much Better Than Stenography. Worcester, Mass. —Fersis Bartholomew, a graduate of the Massachusetts State Agricultural college at Amherst, is a scientific woman farmer. She manages Evergreen farm in Westboro, about fifteen miles from this city. Last year she cleared $650 on five acres of land which neighboring farmers Said was not worth turning over. She is 23 years old, was graduated from the agricultural college at Amherst in 1908, and picked out an abandoned farm in Westboro as the place to put her education into practise. She selected for its cheapness a farm that everybody said was too far gone to bother with, and this year expects to make S2OO an acre. She was not an agriculturist by inheritance, in fact, she knew not the slightest thing about farm life and never took an interest in agriculture until her health began to fail and she abandoned her original idea of becoming a stenographer to look for outdoor employment. Her home was in Melrose. Neither

get-me-not gloves or, if- very sorely stricken, gloves ornamented with a design in ivy. At present only white satin shoes are painted, but fine kid could be easily ornamented in this-way, it is said. Pretty designs are in apple blossoms, forget-me-nots, or .heather. A new shoe, for brides in white is being sold by another West End firm. This has the top edged with narrow Valenciennes lace, and on the toe a small knot of myrtle blossom. Evening gloves, of white or light shades, are again to be hand-pointed in floral designs. “It is four or five years since these gloves were in fashion,” a representative of a West End establishment said. “We can supply gloves in any desired design. “To obtain a successful resulUthe glove must tfe put on a ‘model’ while the work is being done. It will be then fully stretched, and the floral spray will be as it would appear when worn.”

Put Spectacles on Raven

Ophthalmic Surgeon Tests Eyes of 400 , Animals and Birds and Could Remedy Defects. London.—Lindsay Johnson, the wellknown ophthalmic surgeon of Cavendish square, has now employed the ophthalmoscope upon 400 animals of different kinds —lions, tigers, reptiles, cats and birds. Assisted by A. W. Head, the artist, he has completed over 1,000 drawings of animals’ eyes, in addition to a large number of photographs. Mr. Johnson examined the eyes of every animal In the zoo, except the giraffe, and could now furnish spectacles for all which have defective sight A raven, which was operated upon for cataract, has actually been provided with spectacles, which are fitted to the eyes by means of a kind of hood. The improvement in its sight was obvious. Food mixed with sand was placed before it and the-JBird at once began to pick out the edible matter. The examination of so many animals was not accomplished without many interesting an<J dangerous experiences. A puma, which had been taught by its owner to box, was one of the patients. A pair of boxing gloves was put on its paws to prevent it from using its claws, and when Mr.

she nor her parents had a penny to start her in the farming line. She came' to Worcester, where she rented Evergreen farm in Westboro from L. ,C. Midely, a grower of roses. She bori rowed money to pay the first month’s rent, and with her father and mother and two friends began her career as a soil tiller. The first year Miss Bartholomew devoted five of the twenty acres of land to small garden truck. To get the best results she mixed her own fertilizers and was criticised for it by the old time truck raisers in the neighborhood. She specialized in vegetables, selected her Worcester market and made her own contracts. She made daily trips to Worcester in the season, starting from the farm at 3:30 o’clock in the morning, reaching here at G o'clock and was back at work on her farm at 9 o’clock. She paid no attention to the hay land the first year, devoting her entire energy to the five acres of land which she developed along scientific lines and kept a set of books concerning every detail of the work, even charging her father and mother for everything taken from the farm for the tabler; — Her most profitable crop the first, year was tomatoes, but she raised a considerable crop of peas and corn. Her help consists of schoolboys, who \o to the farm before and after school in the season of pulling weeds and planting. She pays them 10 cents an hour. The boys average 15 years old. She says they do more work than men, and cost much less.

SPIDER BEAUTY SPOT LATEST

Entirely New Departure in Women’s Fashions Is Copy of Insect on Outside of Veil. Paris.—The spider “beauty spot is the latest novelty offered to women. Women have worn veils that have obscured their eyes by black patches or given their faces a speckled appearance. Leaves, insects, birds and aeroplanes have figured as part of the mesh. Now, however, an entirely new departure is shown in the spider beauty spot, for the spider is a copy of the insect itself in black plush and Is posed outside the veil. It is almost an inch and a half in diameter. The veil itself is worked in the pattern of a spider’s mesh. The spider beauty spot owes its origin to Paris. Flying across the English channel is getting so common that our best people will soon regard it as almost vulgar.

Johnson stooped down the puma hit out vigorously with its “right” Once only did Mr. Johnson use chloroform. This was In the case of a tiger cat, which was valued at S3OO, and unfortunately the animal died under the anaesthetic. He found that in seals and walruses the lens of the eye is moved forward to enable them to see under water. “My method of examination,” said Mr. Johnson, “was to get into a darkened cage in which was the animal and remain for several hours „ at a stretch at a distance of only an inch or two from the eye of the animal, with a strong light cast upon the eye. I examined six lions like that and found that they were not difficult animals to deal with. They became partly hypnotized, and there was a tendency for them to fall into hypnotic sleep. Kangaroos when examined always went to sleep ” That crocodiles can cry Mr. Johnson has proved by squeezing onion juice into their eyes, they shed copious tears, but not outwardly from the eyes. The tears ran down Into the throat, and the mouth. “Thus,” said Mr. Johnson, “the crocodile does not cry to express emotion, but to lubricate his food.” The per capita on June 1 was $34.59. Somfe of us have the odd cents left

STORIES OF CAMP AND WAR

3ATTLE OF THE WILDERNESS Wisconsin Veteran Gives Graphic Account of Struggle and Death of General Wadsworth. Wadsworth’s division fought on May 5 in the Fifth corps, and in the late afternoon reformed In the Lacy field, with Baxter’s brigade of Robinson’s division added to his own division. Hancock was fighting hard on the Plank road, with his right flank extended a short distance over, the road. General Wadsworth was directed by Warren to march against the. confederate left flank, then fighting Hancock. Wadsworth did not go far into the dense woods until he met a heavy skirmish line protecting the confederate flank. The skirmishers yielded quickly, and reported the approach of a force on their flank. Gen. Roy Stone commanded a splendid Pennsylvania brigade, composed of the One Hundred and Forty-eight.

The Fighting Was Hard.

One Hundred and Forty-ninth, One Hundred and Fiftieth and One Hundred and Fifty-first, I think, writes Maj. Earl M. Rogers of Viroqua, Wis., in National Tribune. At midnight Wadsworth sent an aid back to Warren, notifying him that the density of the woods and darkness prevented further advance and requested orders. The aid returned with instructions to move forward at 4:30, and report to Hancock. Captain Monteith was sent to the ammunition train to bring up cartridges. He reached the train, awoke Sergeant Watrous, who had mules packed, and they made their way to the line at the hour to move. It was but a short march, where connection waa made with Hancock. The confederate left flank being exposed, they withdrew during the night to a distance that relieved their flank. General Hancock moved his troops to the left, with his right on the Plank road, and directed General Wadsworth to make a change of front, with left on the Plank road, and in line with the Secords corps. In executing this change of front Wadsworth’s line became disconnected, forming gaps, owing to the density of the wilderness. A perfect division alignment or even brigade connection seemed impossible. A forward movement was made, when the confederate line felj back. The fighting was hard. , Limbs and small trees fell from musket firing, which added more confusion to the battle. The difficulty of a mounted ofllcer riding in the woods led General Wadsworth to rein to the ditch on the right side of the Plank road, where his horse was shot. The general mounted a led horse, kept in the ditch, and only went a few yards when the second horse was killed. Mounting a third horse, he wds cautioned of the danger, and reined a few feet to the right of the Plank road in the thick timber. The battle up to this time was well with Hancock's command. There was a lull; then the confederates pushed hard and fought fiercely. General Wadsworth had received troops from the Ninth corps. Word came to Hancock to look out for his left, as the Second corps was going away. The confederates were passing off left when he tried to wheel the troops to the left, when he was close onto an Alabama brigade, which charged and overlapped Wadsworth’s right. The Union line went back In much confusion. General Wadsworth did not rein in his horse to the rear for an Instant. His staff, save the writer, were away trying to save the line, and when the general did rein his horse to the rear every man was making in that direction. His last view was his retreating division. It flashed through my mind, "Two cannot live; one must go!” when a ball went through the general’s brain and Bplashed my coat Then my horse fell. The confederates could not have been more than 30 feet The general fell on his back. He had an outside pocket in which he carried his watch, which I reached to take, but rifle bills and unpleasant yells halted me,, I ran back a short distance, where t found the general’s horse with the rein caught on a snag. I vaulted into the sriddle, and was soon with the Sixth Wisconsin.