Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 202, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 August 1910 — Page 2

The American. Home WILLIAM A. RADFORD Editor

Mr. William A. Radford wilt answer questions and , Rive advice FREE OK COST on all subjects pertaining to the subject of building for the readers of this paper. On account of Ills wide experience as Editor, Author and Manufacturer. he is, without doubt, the highest authority on all these subjects. Address all Inquiries to William A. Radford. No. 194 Fifth Ave., Chicago, 111., and only enclose two-cent stamp for reply. Gan you Imagine yourself “Far from the maddening throng,” living In a bungalow like this with never a. care or a thought except the comfortable .exertion of breathing the pure air from the fields or the woods? To suggest this to the tired city dweller who is caged in a flat may seem cruel, yet even he or she hopes sometime to live amid such surroundings. A bungalow like this fills the day dreams of thousands of people who are able to keep up their ambition by the hope of some time being far away from the scenes of confusion and bustle that tax the nerves and the strength. Now to come down out of the clouds to more practical things. The plan of this bungalow, you will observe, is simplicity Itself. There Is more porch than house. Aiid while there are only three rooms, we shall see how roomy the structure can be made. The porch extends all around the house with steps on each of the four sides. This porch is five feet three inches wide. At a very small expense the open spaces between the pillars of the porch can be screened In and screen doors provided at the entrances. Divisions or partitions of tapestry can divide thus the entire porch Into outdoor bedrooms. Privacy or protection against beating rains or sunshine can

be provided by the placing of canvas shades on rollers at the openings. This plan is an ideal conception lnftended for the man or woman who wants to live outdoors. In fact, It is ■ a compromise between the outdoors and the indoors. The side of the porch, for instance, adjacent to the kitchen, can be utilized as an outdoor dining room, and If all the remaining jporch space is not needed for bed:rooms it can be set aside for other purposes The building itself is 24 •feet square, and the porches added make it 34 feet, three inches square. ’The living room, provided with win■dow seats, as the plan shows, and a ■ cheery fireplace for use in cold weather, or on rainy days, is 16 feet 3 Inches long and 13 feet 9 inches wide. The .kitchen Is 10 feet long and nine feet

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wide. A closet Is, provided off the bedroom, and a pantry of ample size Is placed off the kitchen. If the bedroom is not used on account of the perch being fitted up for sleeping quarters, this room can be used as a den or as a nursery. The people of this period have come to realize the value and hygienic necessity of plenty of fresh air. This has come about through long education. The fresh air cure for consumption is even now established as a fact and camps art■ maintained in many parts of the country for the treatment of this disease by the fresh air method. It is needless to say that member of a family living in a bungalow like this will ever need treatment for that dread disease. The open window at night is the greatest safeguard against disease. It is in the winter when the windows are\ closed, shutting out the pur'? air, that most ailments are contracted. A Tbc bungalow displayed Ksre can the built for a nominal sum. The interior of thd house, for Instance, where most of the money In building

usually Is spent, cap be simplicity ltself. The ceilings can be beamed and the sides of the walls finished with panels or with wainscoting and varnished or stained. As for the exterior, the design is admirably adapted to being finished with cement stucco. ■> On the sheathing tar paper should be nailed and over this furring strips nailed. Then either expanded metal or wooden lath can be used. Two coats will be required. The first, or scratch coat, Is a mixture of lime mortar containing plenty of hair. Before this coat is dry It should be scratched to make a holding surface for the cement mortar that Is to be the finish coat. This coat can be applied to bring out any desired finish. The most popular finish in cement stucco Is called the slap dash finish. If is applied by- being thrown on with a trowel. It makes a rough finish most attractive.

DISCLOSURES OF A WILL

Prominent London Barrister Found to ~Have Been Wedded to His Servant for Many Years. One of the most unusual romances in many years was unfolded in London recently by the death of Arthur Joseph Munby, a prominent barrister of Fig Tree Court, 83 years old. His will disclosed the fact that for more than thirty-seven years he was wedded to Hannah Cullwick, a servant, and though the world did not know of the union, he was devoted to her and she had as her highest ambition to serve him and cook for him. He spent many

months of each year witlf her in Shift nal, and her relatives knew of the wedding, but his relatives were ignorant of the marriage. So devoted was Munby that he wrote verse to her. she did not care for books and learning and she had no comprehension of the vast learning of her husband or his wealth. She did not want to be dependent upon him and was accustomed practically all her life to work ouL Munby had ample means to support her luxuriously, but she did not want to live in London, hating the city. Munby’s business required him to spend part of the year there, but the remainder of the time was devoted to his wife. She died a few months before him, at the age of 84, but Munby did not change his will in which re referred to her as a servant and said of her: “Hannah,has always refused and still refuses to have the position which as my wife she might and could have had, and has always insisted, and still insists, on being my servant as well as my wife, her one grievance being that she cannot be my only servant, and whereas owfeg chiefly to this noble and unselfish resolve of hers 1 have never been able to make known of my said marriage to my family, or to the world at large, and the same is known only to her kindred and three of my most intimate college friends, of whom Robert Spencer Borland knows the full circumstance? anc knows her personally.”—New York Press.

A Humble Invention.

To forget the inventions of the hout is an Impossibility. They are before one at every turn, and many of then] contain possibilities vast and much discussed. For that reason it is well occasionally to contemplate some ii* vention of the past which works un remittingly and inconspicuously for the welfare of mankind. Consider the air brake. How many, when they take a journey by rail, ever take thought of the device which stands ready to insure safety from possible accidents? All are so used to the sibilant noise below the Cars that they never consider its portentousness. Yet by this application of the power of compressed air, tens of thousands of lives have been preserved, and railroad travel has been made more expeditious. All this is arrant truism; not a wofj of it but what has been said scores of times before. But we like to dwell upon the air brake as one of those typical inventions which are doing their work .faithfully and humbly while recent Creations get the glo*y and applause.— ! Collier’s.

TAKE UNDUE RISKS

CARELESSNESS OF TRESSPASSERS CAUSE MANY DEATHS. Chances Taken by Those Unlawfully Using Right of Way Result in Many Accidents. It is not generally understood how lar ge a proportion of the deaths and

can. The annual reports of the Interstate Commerce commission for the last 11 years show that in this period 105,000 persons were killed or injured and that of this total about 50,000 were kiHed outright. The large ratio of fatalities to injuries, which is several times larger than the ratio that obtains in the case of accidents to passengers and employees/ suggests that practically all- these accidents were due to trespassers being struck by moving trains. The records Of the commission show that in 1898 4,063 trespassers lost their lives on American railroads; that five years later the number of killed was 5,000, and that in 1907 it rose to 5,612; that is to say, on every day of that year an average of over 15 people lost their lives enttirely through their own folly In trespassing on the right of way of the railroads Figures compiled by the Pennsylvania railroad alone show that 465 trespassers lost their lives on that system’s lines in 1899, and 781 were killed in 1904; while in 1907 the number reached 915, an average of about three for every business day of thfe year. In the last named year this , company Inaugurated a vigorous campaign against trespassers, and as a result the number of fatalities in 1908 was reduced to 757. There is no country tn the world where the loss of life due to trespassing on railroads approacnes these figures, not even if we take into consideration the smaller mileage of the railway systems in Europe and elsewhere. The difference is easily explained. It Is due to the stringent laws in Europe against trespassing, to the careful policing or the tracks, and especially to the fact that violations of the law are Invariably punished. Here In the United States conditions are exceedingly lax. Some of the railroads, and notably the one referred to above, endeavor to enforce the law against trespassing on railroad property. The Pennsylvania company exhibits thousands of warning signs along the right of way; but unfortunately the actual punishment of persons violating the laws against thus trespassing has been infrequent, the cost of imprisonment often deterring the local courts from holding those who have been arrested by the watchman. The fatalities and injuries are most frequent where the railroads pass through manufacturing districts in which the tracks are lined with factories. The railroad frequently offers the shortest cut between the factory and the home, and statistics show that men of the laboring class, artisans and their wives and children, are annually killed by the hundred. Evident-, ly the remedy for this shocking slaughter, which stands as distinct reproach against the civilization of America, is to be found in the thorough co-operation of city and country authorities with the railroads in the rigid enforcement of the law against trespass. So long as the public realizes that warning placards, railroad watchmen , and laws against trespass are subject .the caprice of local magistrates wfto look with a lenient eye upon offenders, trespassers will continue to walk on the track and this horrible annual roll of deaths and injury will continue to increase.

Babe Under Train; Safe.

At Syracuse, N. Y., the sixteen-months-old son of Ernst Allen had a seemingly miraculous escape from death. The baby wandered from his home to the New York Central switching tracks near by and was evidently struck by the step of an engine. He lay between the tracks while the locomotive and 44 cars passed over him. Then the youngster arose uninjured.

CARS THAT WON’T TELESCOPE

The New Missouri Pacific Mail Coach Is Expected to Save Clerks in Accidents. To prevent the usual smashing of mall cars In every wreck In which they are Involved the Missouri Pacific

A New Type of Mail Car, Adopted by the Missouri Pacific Railroad. Is of All-Steel Construction, Designed to Protect Clerks in Wrecks.

failroad has adopted and soon will provide on its mail trains mall cars of all steel construction, said to be the strongest cars of this type ever built By this means oflScials of the road hope to do away with the lists

injuries on the railroads of this country is due to the risks wilfully taken by trespassers who persist In using the right of way as a public thoroughfare, says the Scientific, Amen-

FREIGHT CARS IN SERVICE

Reading Claims by Long Odds tho Greatest -Number Per Mile of Any Railroad. .The Reading has by long odds the greatest number of freight cars In service per mile of road of any railroad, according to the Railroad AgeGazette. In 1909 it used 42.3 cars per mile, indicating the Immensity and concentration of its freight business. Its nearest competitors were: Western Pennsylvania lines, 37.5; Jersey Central, 33.1; Pennsylvania Eastern lines, 3i.9, and Lackawanna, 23.8. The low record Is held by San Antonio & Arkansas Pass, 3.0, but closely following are Southern Pacific and Union Pacific, with 4.4 and 4.3 cars per mile of road respectively. Pennsylvania Eastern lines have a long lead in actual number of cars, with 128,220 in service in 1909. The total for the system, 181,382, is more than twice that of its nearest rival. The next largest are Baltimore & Ohio, 80,759; -New York Central, 64,846, and Chicago & Northwestern, 58,453. There are some remarkable differences In average length of haul. Union Pacific had an average In 1901 of 383.70 miles and Atchison of 363.53 miles. Compared with these were 75.28 miles for the Central of New Jersey and 77.26 for the Pennsylvania Western lines. New England railroads received the highest rate per ton mile, 1.085 cents, and the trunk lines group the lowest, 0.632 cent. The highest rate received by any road was 1.513 cents by San Antonio & Arkansas Pass. The New Haven received cents and the Denver & Rio Grande 1.310 cents. Four roads received less than a halfcent per ton mile. Chesapeake & Ohio, 0.410 cent; Norfolk & Western, 0.460 cent; Chicago & Eastern Illinois, 0.480 cent, and Buffalo, Rochester & Pittsburg, 0.482 cent. The average for the country In 1909 was 0.808 cent and in 1908 0.803 cent.

QUEER WAY TO MAKE TIME

Correspondent Says It Can Be Done by Running Slower in New York’s Subway. A curious and interesting suggestion for Improvement of the subway service In New York has been made in a letter to the New York Evening Post. It is printed over the signature L. H., and it shows how it is possible to greatly increase the number of trains. Paradoxical as it sounds, this is to be done by reducing speed. The scheme depends on the fact that if there are cars enough the carrying capacity of a road is limited only by the number of cars that are dispatched in a given time. At present two minutes’ headway is the least that is considered safe for trains that often run at the rate of 35 miles an hour. If the headway could be reduced to a minute and a half, the number of trains in an hour would be 40 instead of 30, and the carrying capacity would be correspondingly increased. L. H. finds if the speed be reduced from 35 miles an hour to about 28 miles, the trains can be stopped In about 180 feet instead of about 300 feet. He also finds, through computation too long to reproduce here, that when slow time over certain portions of the route is taken into account and alsq the time lost in slowing down, the 28 mile train would need only two minutes more than the 35 mile train in running between Ninety-sixth street and the Brooklyn bridge. He is right in holding that lengthening the trip by two minutes would be a small price to pay for the Increased number of cars that could be run.—Hartford Times.

Railway Station Besieged by Bees.

Six hives of bees dispatched from Guilford to “Malden, near Kingston-on-Thames. were productive o fan exciting incident at Surbitlon station. The train did not stop at Malden, and an attempt was made to take the bees out of the van at Surbiton. But one of the hives fell to pieces and the porters had to beat a retreat.- The train could not wait, and the van was taken on to Waterloo, hut subsequently was returned to Surbiton. Once again the porters entered the van and succeeded in dragging the hives on to the platform. The bees from the broken hive, however, immediately besieged the station, causing waiting passengers to scatter in all directions. Several members of the station staff were stung, and finally lighted pieces of oily waste were applied to the hive.

of killed and Injured mail clerks, placed, as they are, in positions of danger, near the locomotives of mail trains. The special mail cars are designed by A. W. Sullivan, general manager of the Missouri Pacific. The cars are 60 feet long inside, are equipped with six wheel trucks

and have steel frames and floors, on whlc his laid an asbestos covering for insulation and a wood floor for the comfort of the clerks. The side walls are of steel, faced with hair felt and asbestos inside.

The Wrong Roses

“When is Avis to be married?” Mrs. Johnson asked the question with polite malice and In a casual tone as she adjusted her wraps ar i prepared to end her call. The girl’s mother was, however, mistress of herself—and of the situation “I hope to keep my girl as long as I can,” she said simply. “I suppose a mother will never get over thinking she has first claim! Isn’t It a lovely day for March? My plants are taking new lease of ’life—see that geranium?” She maneuvered her caller to the door with the change of subject. What the mother said to herself was that if Avis was not engaged to John Avery she should be, In the light of his constant attendance, his claiming so much of the girl’s time and interest that the numerous other men in her wake a year before had seemingly yielded their ground—all except, perhaps, Guy Hardin, who persisted intermittently In calls, dance and theater invitations and the like. Mrs. Horton wished that the girl’s father were living or that she had a brother to call John Avery to account. She herself shrank from intimating to the young man that his friendly prerogative should not give him the rights of a lover, that, in short, he should ask Avis to marry him, or clear the field and give others a chance. Not that John Avery was anything she could find the slightest objection to. He was simply, It seemed to the mother, rather a laggard in love. Or was it overdejicacy, his not pressing his claim, till Avis was a bit older and better acquainted with him? Still —surely a year was enough of a test. Just then she heard Avis whirling down the stairs to answer a ring of the door hell. In a moment she entered, her dainty blond face in a glow of pleasure, a cluster of pink roses in her hands. They were Avery’s roses and had been coming every few days for months—always the same. There used to be carnations from Harry York, violets from Guy, and various offerings from others, but now there were only pink roses. The mother noted the girl’s wistful, absorption in them, as she put them in a bowl and stood bending over their fresh fragrance. She thought that this young man needed a little more competition, but she did not wish to make the girl conscious, to let her think she wished her to marry at all —she did not But she knew Guy Hardin was not the man to be safehold for a young wife’s happiness, whereas John could he trusted. “I’m going to the theater, mother, dear,” the girl said; “I forgot to tell you before.” “With Guy?” asked the mother, with an impartial voice. “He was too slow —John asked me first.” The tenderness In her voice hurt the mother—lt was John who was too slow. She hoped the girl might not show her love until It was asked for. What was to be done? As she paused she saw Avis lean her fair head over the pink roses and murmur: ==.==— “You darlings! But—sometimes I —wish you were red, red roses.” A wish which was food for reflection to the mother mind. Avis, all smiles, went to the play, her dark young cavalier bending adoringly over her, shutting her out from anything, anybody but himself, selfish with the supreme selfishness of young love. The next day marked a change, In things. Guy Hardin called in the afternoon and outdid himself in interesting the girl, He rallied her into taking a long walk with him. At dusk, as he left her again at her door and swung laughingly off, a florist’s boy handed her a long slender box. Buy turned back at her exclamation as she opened It and took cut a single exquisite red rose. She breathed her delight. “Oh, Guy! how —lovely of you!” Ho had come back to stand beside her in the doorway. “What’s lovely of me? To love you? Oh, the flower? Is my card with it? I refuse to own to the blossom—lt’s not good enough to send you, Avis. Think! a mere red rose to —you!” He laughed and left her. But she treasured the rose, not showing it to her mother—taking it upstairs with her. And at twilight the next day came another, and thereafter each dusk brought the girl one perfect red rose—with no card. Guy steadfastly denied knowledge of them. Avery still sent the pink ones as of yore. Finally one evening when he called she was sitting before the fire with a glowing red blossom In her blue belt Avery’s eyes opened. “What’s this?” he questioned lightly. “Wearing the wrong rose?” “Can a rose be wrong? Then why send it?” she parried. *1 didn't send it—that’s why It’s the wrong rose—pink ‘the color o’ love,’ the books say—my color for you. Whence the red?” “They come every night—with no card. I believe you send “em. Guy declares he doesn’t him.” Then, lightly, she changed the subject, while the young man’s wrath rose within him. If Guy Hardin dared to send her —then the bell rang, and in a moment Guy himself entered the room. He greeted Avery cheerfully, sat down, and simply proceeded

By Joanna Single

to stay, and, moreover, to make the girl and the girl’s mother glad that he did. He Interested, amused, claim* ed and got attention. It was early when John Avery rose and declared It time to go. “So early? Walt awhile longer and I’ll go with you, Avery.” Guy’s voice was easy—a little patronizing. He was the elder and more successful man, and the younger man’s blood boiled. He had come to ask—rather to tell Avis—that he was going to take her to the Scranton dance. He could not believe his ears when Hardin said coolly, anticipating him: “I came hoping you would not be already promised for that Scranton affair, Miss Horton. I want to present myself as a candidate for your escort —will you give me a chance? Or am I too late?” It was all so easy and casual. The girl laughed—she was a little fascinated. And It pleased her pride—his manner, his look. “You are first In the field—and therefore In favor, Guy. I’ll—give you back your rose for an answer.” She tossed the red flower to him. He caught It—laughingly. He was too wise to make too much of any favor given him. “My rose—since you honor me with the gift—and a most adroit answer! It makes me wish I had sent it, really! Nothing like a red rose! It means—at least three dances for me. Well, it’s time for me to take Avery home, I believe.” He rose and the two made their farewells. Mrs. Horton said nothing, but she looked very wise—she had seen something new awake in John Avery’s face, speak from his eyes when he looked at Avis, show in the tightening of his jaw. Late the next forenoon Avery called, through he had to leave his office to do so. Mrs. Horton told him Avis had gone for a walk—with Guy Hardin—they’d be back soon, with an appetite for lunch. Would he not stay, also? He refused. “I wish—she would not go abont with Hardin—l don’t quite ” Then the mother’s cold look—assumed, for she agreed with him—made him remember that he had no right to criticise the friends of Avis, or, indeed, to choose her friends for her. He saw the pink flowers he had sent the day before in their bowl—but no red rose anywhere—she was, of course, wearing the red rose—the wrong rose! He came to a sudden conclusion. “Mrs. Horton,” he said, “if you’ll let me, I’ll stay until 12 and wait for Avis in the library—l want just a word with her. I won’t Btay to lunch —but when she comes you will send her to me a moment?” A few minutes past twelve Avis Horton came, still in her wraps, into the pretty library. Her face was aglow with exercisey her hair blowing about her rosy ears, her eyes deep and blue. She wore a red rose. “Here I am, John. Mother says you want a word with me. Which word is it? Is it in the dictionary here?” She came and stood near him. a merry, teasing light in her eye. He rose, pale and angry. “What on earth is it? Are you ill —what has happened?” The girl leaned toward him as he held himself back a moment, and then almost roughly took her into his arms. “The matter is—that I love youyou know I do—and you’re torturing me, Avis! Won’t you say you love me? Don’t you? You must! I have, for months, wanted to tell you, but feared to lose your friendship by asking your love! I had to see you, be with you—and now! Avis, will you marry me?" She had been very still, her cheek paling, her hands clutching at his sleeve as his arm held her. He looked down. She looked up and then nodded her head. “Of—course —l love you!” she whispered. “Of course I do!" But who sent the wrong roses? Not Guy Hardin, who, with Mrs. Horton, came in after a while and found the two unashamed, and “ holding each other’s hands. Certainly not Avery—• he could not have sent them—he hated them. Perhaps Mrs. Horton knew something about it, for they never came after that day, and sh» mailed a check and a note to a certain discreet florist. Many mothers, unsuspected, have the wisdom of Eve, and know that competition, even when manufactured, does its littlo work.

A perfectly shaped set is a gift which nature rarely bestows, but as the average young girl’s teeth ar® sound, by thoroughly brushing them at night, morning and after each meal, she may at least keep them looking white and wholesome. If she loses many of her teeth before reaching middle age, It Is usually because an unwillingness to endure a little pain prevents her from having them, stopped until only mere Bhells remain to be worked upon.

"I dare say you wouldn’t like to work all day in a sweatshop.” "No, I don’t think it would be much 1 of a lark,” said Miss de Style. “And I am sure my chaperon would be hop. ribly bored."

Look After Your Teeth.

No Great Fun.