Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 235, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 October 1910 — Page 3

In a Proper Place

Rushing lunchward with the healthy ardor of youth, Stephen Carr turned a corner and ran, head on, into a girl. She nearly lost her balance, and her packages and purse flew from her hands. With a grasp''uk her arm k® restored her equt-' librium. Then, inwardly cursing his headlong awkwardness, he restored the belongings and apologized profusely. As he* did so he noticed that sne hardly heard him, that her deep Kray eyes were wide with a sort of fear, that she was refined, but shabbily dressed, and extremely young. She was the sort of girl that brings to men the Instantaneous thought Riat this is a hard world for women. As she took her purse she assured him that she was quite unhurt. Her voice was most satisfactory. Then there was nothing for him to do but to lift his hat and take himself off. Her manner told him the episode was closed. Five minutes later he drank to the memory of her eyes in a cup of excellent coffee, and-V-forgot her. The next morning, gding to his office earlier than usual 1 to do some reading on a troublesome case, he suddenly observed, in the elevator, that she stood facing him. Their eyes met, and at the recognition in her own, slight though it was, he lifted his hat gravely. She got off nt the fifth floor—he continued to the seventh. Again, for all her gallant bearing of high head and wellheld shoulders, he was impressed with the strange look of fear In the depths of her straightforward eyes. He had this morning noted the extreme beauty of her fine brown hair, arranged with Madonna-like simplicity. Who could she be? It was several days after this that the elevator refused to work, and returning from lunch, young Carr, unwilling to wait, climbed the stairs. As he turned the corner of the dark hall on the fifth floor, he came suddenly upon her. She did not see him, but stood near a window overlooking the dingy court. Her small hands wore crushing and tearing at a bunch of fresh, perfect tiolets. With a shudder she flung them out. Then she turned and saw Carr. At his intense gaze, another girl might have blushed, or simpered, but she only turned a shade paler, and with perfect composure gave him a grave and very small bow of recognition. She passed him, and Just then he saw Simeon Herbert looking out of his office door. • - “Oh, there you are, Miss Everett! Ready for some dictation? Eh, Carr,” he said in his oily, Joking manner, “are you responsible for keeping my pretty stenographer out in the hall? I won’t have a handsome young chap like you about her—take that from me!” - He chuckled at his own wit. The girl could not pass her employer, who filled the door. She waited quietly.

“I went to the window for a breath —I was choking with the smoke In here,” she said steadily, In that low voice and not looking at Carr. Then Herbert stepped aside, let her pass, and followed her. Carr gasped a little. This man’s office was not the proper place for any young girl. And this one, this Miss Everett, was not the sort to have to look after herself. He had an Impatient wonder that she would stay there. She should leave —immediately —and find a safer berth 1 she must earn her living. He wondered what cursed combination of circumstances should have sent a girl like this out into the wage-earning world. And on the spot he resolved to keep his eyes open for her. Chivalry, despite public opinion, is yet far from being dead. The protector of women is still at work. But he Is no longer spectacular—spectacular rescue, in this age, lands the rescued lady in the front pages of yellow Journals. That night Stephen Carr went home to thfe spinster sister who gave him a share in her comfortable home, a home given her by an old aunt, and told her about the girl. Unworldly, and yet worldly wise, she shared his interest and intention,' and still gave him some wise advice. It seemed now that they were always meeting, and she progressed to giving him a faint smile with her nod of recognition. The look of him would have told any discerning girl that he would not trespass on mere acquaintance. Several times he held back the heavy swinging doors of the building as she entered or went out, and always she thanked him. Once she said it was a beautiful morning, but it was absently, and as if beautiful mornings had sadly little to do •with her life. The perplexed, fearing expression persisted in the deep long-lashedeyes.„— The young man began to long to «ee a smile Jn her eyes—now her smile touched the edges of her lips and stirred a dimple in her white cheek He thought that at eighteen —she could not be more than that—a vnunx girl should be rosy, confident, alive And in May she should be radiant, wearing violets—not throwing them into dark corners with a shiver What could be done about Thus far he had done no more then discover her first name—that name of names, Mary. It was «m Sie fly-leaf of * book be bad picked Z, for her in the elevator,. And the JSok was a little Aurelius”

By JOANNA SINGLE

CoDjright. 1910, by Associated literary Press

in brown leather. Surely not the book for the average stenographer. That evening,, thinking of her, Stephen Carr grew restless, and took himself off for a long wal£. Sunset Mas brilliant in the sky as he started, hud led him toward the river. As Ala reached the'North bridge, and becrossing it absently, he saw before him a girl, leaning over the parapet, gazing into the water. And, as he watched, a rough fellow, passing, stopped and spoke to her. She drew back, butj the man persisted. This was Cgrr’s moment. He stepped up quickly. “Get out of here!” The girl shrank toward him gratefully, as the fellow with an impudent word or two betook himself off. Then he turned to her. “You must let me take you home. Where do you live?” But she shook her head, and stood stubbornly by the railing. “You are good—but you must —go away.” “I shall not. You do not know the risk you take —being here. Why did you come?” His tone was masterful, and she weakened a little, .then with a queer look of determination she answered him. “I came—to Jump in. It’s really nobody's business. And it’s not a new story to tell. Everybody I had died —suddenly—and there was "only money enough to get me through business school. I am in my first place—and I’ve no money left and I —can’t stay there any longer. I am —afraid. He —Mr. Herbert —told me to come back and work tonight. I won’t go there at night—and he’ll discharge me if I don’t. That’s all—but it’s enough. I thank —and thank you, for sending off that man who spoke to me, but he’s only one. Men are always speaking to me—not men like you, for you seem different —but the kind that come into the office. I can’t manage them as other girls seem to. I don’t know how. I never had to —and I can’t—seem td learn.” She paused and he came to her side and took her arm in his. “You’re going straight home to my sister till I, or some one else gets you a proper place to work in, if you have to work. You needn’t be afraid of me, and nothing could be worse than —this. Come.” She tried for a moment to resist, but he had the mastery. He called a taxi and took her home. Fate works according to unknown laws. The next morning the girl lay in a delirious fever. Miss Jane Carr called Herbert & Co. by phone and told them Miss Everett was ill and would not work for them longer. They did not believe the woman, and simply thought the girl had somehow escaped them. Meantime, the girl went into the valley of the shadow, came slowly out, began to remember, then to recover.

It was a month later—well into June—when one soft, summer-warm evening, Stephen Carr brought his little phaeton to the door and carefully helped Mary Everett down the steps and out for a drive. Miss Jane solicitously tucked the dust-robe about the girl. Then the two rode away. She was long silent, but at length she spoke. “Heaven—does not last,” she said, “and now I am well and in the real world again, you must help me a little further by finding me a proper place to work—" He had turned and was looking steadfastly into her deep eyes. A smile leaped up for him. She blushed. It was a blush that devoured her. Her eyes drooped. The man turned his horse down a side street, and presently drew up before a very pretty and very new little tfottage. He got out, tied his horse and then came and held up his arms to the girl. “I have built this place—l thought it was for a friend of mine, but I would rather give it to—my wife. Won’t you have it? Don’t you think it would be a proper place for you to work in—all your life? Won’t you, Mary?” She rubbed her hand across her eyes to be sure she saw aright. He held up his arms for her. "I’m waiting—l shall always be waiting! Will you?l!~ With a suddpn glad little movement she rose and leaned over tiat he might lift her down. And, man and girl, they walked together into their future home. Home, she thought, was the proper place for any woman!

A short time ago, in passing through Pampeluna, his petrol falling short, he went to Hie garage to buy» some. It being Sunday, the garage was closed. He knocked and asked for what he wanted of a woman who opened the door. She refused to give it, pointing out that if she did she would break the new Sunday reat law. Don Alfonso Insisting, she persisted: “Suppose," he then said, “the king were to come round and ask you?” “That would be different. I would do anything -for the king.” "Thank you greatly for letting me try to persuade you. But you do well not to break the law.” Then going round to the nearest barrack he left the motor there until the next morning.—-§*arts Letter to London Truth. T

A Story of King Alfonso.

TWO DAINTY COSTUMES

M uslin dress.—This dress Is in printed muslin with pale blue ground; the simple little bodice has a square yoke trimmed with lace appliques and edged with Valen-. ciennes lace. The two flounces on skirt are trimmed with larger appliques. The fulness of, skirt is drawn in above the flounces with a band of very wide ribbon arranged in a large bow at left side of front. Hat of fancy straw trimmed with vibbon.

Materials required: 8 yards muslin 80 inches wide, lace appliques according to size, 2 yards lace, 3 yards ribbon.

BLACK SATIN ALL THE RAGE

Bhade and Material Has Entirely Captured the Fancy of Devotees of Fashion. Black satin has certainly captivated Fashion! First, with the tailored suit with long, graceful lines; then with the Paquin scarf or mantle, and now with the chic little chapeau, says the Philadelphia Press. While this latest millinery creaation is a forerunner of autumn modes, women like it so much that they have not delayed a minute to wear it. When a woman called it “simp.ly ideal” the other day she certainly hit the mark, as it is ideal for almost any occasion. ; ) It is a creation between a mushroom with high dome ci*own and tiny brim—and a poke bonnet. Fashioned in a severe style, with soft folds of satin around the crown and small bow or rosettes at the side. And a dainty frill of white or ecru Valenciennes must edge the brim inside to give the necessary softness to the face. Truly a picturesque hat, yet practical, so much so that a woman can take one “as the only hat” for a week-end trip—quite appropriate to wear with a tailored suit, ideal combination with a lingerie dress, and will be charming for evening. One of these hats recently seen in London was simply trimmed with two ostrich plumes—one at either side of the front and standing perfectly straight. Parisiennes are very enthusiastic about black satin—and is it any wonder when such modes have been designed for their pleasure and to enhance their beauty? Newest lace veil is a charming combination of black and white. This not only signifies the vogue of this delightful color combination, but provides a most charming veil for blonde or brunette. The net or mesh part is of white, while the Chantilly designs are hlack. Natural color lace veils are new, too. These are for women who prefer things to match, and who wear natural color straw hats with pongee suits or frocks.

To Make Stockings Last.

In order to make her new stockings last beyond their time, one clever woman rubs paraffine on the heels and' toes before putting the stockings on. They wear wonderfully under this treatment. Another woman, who considers this method uncomfortable (though, really. It is not so), runs a stocking darner into her new hosiery and darns it round and round at heel and toe with fine darning cotton. Done once, It never seems to be needed again, and the stockings last practically forever.

To Restore a Faded Color.

To restore the faded color of the child’s fine blue silk stockings, dip them after washing into hot water in which is dissolved, a little (not too much) common bluing and several small lumps of afum. Those which have faded to nearly white can be •imply colored in this way to do servWw aa long aa they will wear.

Dainty Dress —Cream delaine with a mauve ring embroidered on it is selected for our dainty design which, though drawn with a hat, would be so useful for semi-evening wear. The skirt is trimmed with a deep lace band edged at the foot with mauve silk about 3% inches deep, scalloped at the top, which also is edged with silk; the material is gathered here and at the waist. The bodice has an eeffetive lace trimming edged with silk; the opening at front is filled with delaine, and the sleeves are set to silk bands. Hat of coarse cream straw, trimmed with mauve bows. vMaterials required: 3 yards delaine 42 Inches wide, 4 yards lace 20 Inches wide, 2Mi yards silk 22 inches wide.

FOR THE HOME DRESSMAKER

Bome Ideas That It Will Be Well to Keep Always in the Memory. Dark red linen makes a girlish dress that can be worn with a coat or lingerie waist. The material launders nicely. Some walking suits are trimmed with pompadour ribbon on the collar, narrow revers, cuffs and belt, the ribbon matching the stripe of the material. When altering a blouse for any reason it is a great mistake to move the shoulder seam to the front. A far better plan is that of dropping it backward instead of forward. Vanity bags for dancing parties are most attractively made of dainty ribbon, in the form of a tiny bag, which holds powder and puff ball, while the botton on the outside has a mirror, held in place by a shirred pieee of ribbon, after first being glued to the rib-covered cardboard, which forms the inßide of the bag.

OF VIOLET BATISTE

A summer gown of violet batiste of this sort might be fashioned from one of the many lovely robes now on sale at small cost. The embroidery is, •of course, in same color, but the lace uaed is white. Finish the costume with a white Neapolitan hat, loaded with double violets.

Satin and Foulard.

The latest combination of material is figured foulard and plain satin In the predominating shade of the silk. The satin Is used for the gown itself and the foulard in a deep hem effect or as underskirt, for a tunie. Tim foulard also forms the undersleeves and boleros of the new semi-empire oostumes. • <

FOXY BPARF.OW9. I watched two sparrows In the plot Of ground before my flat First build their nest, then raise their brood Of fledglings brown and fat. How, pretty soon these fledglings spread Their wings, and oft they flew; And straightaway the parent birds Began to build anew. "The foolish things to move!" I cried. "They ought to be content!" “Perhaps, my dear,’ my wife replied, “he landlord raised the rent." —Judge.

A Dead Town.

An old doctor who practises In a town not far from Chicago recently made this boast: “I have brought half the people of this place Into the world and buried the other half.” "I had an idea,” said the stranger to whom the doctor's remarks had been addressed, “that about half the people in this town were dead but ■till unburied.”

SWEARS AT THEM.

The Poet—l dare say you have heard of the proposed club for poets. I suppose it will have your approval? The Editor—No; I couldn’t hit a poet with a club. I usually Just swear at them.

Man of Grit.

Td like to have a box of your blackberries,” said the housekeeper. ’"lndeed!” snapped the independent grocer. “It's 9 wonder you would come back after complaining about the sand In the last box of berries." "Oh, it 1b my appreciation of bravery that brings me back.” "Appreciation of bravery?" “Ted, i admire your grit.”

Can You Beat 'Em?

„ The Man—l heard yen tell the cenbub man you were thirty. The Woman—Yes, dear—l told the truth. The Man —But when you married me, a year ago, you said you were twenty-two. The Woman—How time files when' one is happy!

A Marriage Medley.

Nat Goodwin, actor, has his fourth wife at the time of writing. When the census enumerator fniitxi he asked Goodwin: “Are you single, married, or divorced ?” “Yes." said Goodwin.—Philadelphia Evening Post.

Raised Letters.

“Talk about the Intelligence of animals!" “Say on." “I know of a bunch of flies who went to the room of a poor blind man and arranged themselves on the flypaper In the form of aft interesting story."

It’s Natural Use.

"Maggie certainly did hand me a lemon at the picnic." "Why? Did she want to shake you?" "No; she wanted me to make the lemonade."

TRIALS OF A YOUNG HOSTESS.

"Mary, bring Doctor Preachlt same more Jelly." i “Share, mum, an’ I split the whole lot oh the pantry floor, mom, and yes has eat all I could scrape up, mum."

Prevented From It.

"1 wonder how It feels to starve?" "I never had a chance to find out My father early in Use discouraged me from being a poet"

Coming Journalism.

Customer—Have you any fly paper? Clerk—Yes, sir. Will you have the Aeroplane Journal or the Aviators’ Quetta?

Ne’er.

Who smacks a maid And does’ not moss Her hair, ne'er makes n ▲blunder-base.

SMILES

On the wide veranda of the old southern hotel sat the titled gentle* men with their weekly papers and cooling mint juleps. "Jeff," whispered the Chicago man who had Just arrived, "can you tell me the different titles of those gentle* men?” ' The old colored hostler grinned. “Yeas, boss. Ah kin toll y& ebhy one ob dem. Dat big stout gea’man wid de empty Julep glass am Gineral Tom, sah, De uddeh gen’man wld de broad grin am Gineral Chesteh. sad. De lean gen’man dat am talkin’ about de wah am Gineral Clay, sah." I"he Chicago man was Interested^ “Ah, lndeedl And who Is that crab-bed-looking Individual sitting In the corner?" “Him? Lands, boss, he am so disagreeable en so unpleasant en he maks you so wahm we dess call him Gineral Humidity."

The prosperous farmer was showing me around his estate. “Hello!” 1 exclaiped wltb Interest, as I noticed near his front gate a small building on which was nailed a large reading: "This Is a bathhouse. Every hobo must take a bath before applying at the kitchen door for a hand-out." “I had to put that up on account of my dog," the farmer explained. '“For your dog?” I muttered. In a “what-are-you-talklng-about" tone of voice. “Yes, for my dog,” he i reiterated. “The blamed animal Is so plumb fastidious that he won’t chew up any hobo that ain’t washed.”

When the office boy came in the stern old broker looked over his glasses with a frown. “Young man,” he said, slowly, “why were you absent from work yesterday afternoon?" “Went to see the baseball game," confessed the lad, fumbling with his cap., “You did, eh?” “Yes, sir; you said the only occasion I could take an afternoon off would be to visit the sick.” “And what has that to do with it?" "Well, sir, this was one of those occasions. it was the sickest bunch of ball players that ever came down the pike. We got whitewashed to the score of 17 to 0."

Tramp—Yea, sir. I’ve often been la train wrecks. Old Gentleman—Ever any loss of life? L Tramp—Oh, yes! Why onot dere was over thirty pigs en twenty sheep killed outright

*Twaa once: "Take care of your pan* ides'’— You've heard them. bunks— We tried it—took care of our pennies. And our wife takes care of our plunks.

“Why does Bessie grieve so?" "She was Jilted by a wicked man.” "Brute! And why does Jack seem so downhearted?" "Some fool girl threw Mm over.” "The idiot!"

Willis—Darwin wrote about the struggle for existence many year* ago. Gillls—Couldn’t he have made a great book of it today, with our pre» ent prices to work with, though?

"I thought you told me' you’d extract my tooth without pain," sneered tha victim In the dentist's chair. "1 did sir," replied the suave dentist; "haven’t yon still got the padnf"

Caller—l say, old man, doesn’t that woman In the next flat annoy you by her singing and piano thumping? Homer—-Not in the least 1 I'm a bookkeeper la a boiler foundry, yon know. f

A Mere Braggart.

The chap who left In drinking bout His comrades on the floor. _• Himself was paralysed, no doubt And couldn’t find the door.

Removing Temptation.

Yeast—-The preacher won’t let us take our umbrellas into church on n wet day. Crlmsonbeak—Well, he’s right I don’t think temptation should be put In a man’s way In church!—Yonkers Statesman.

The Real Thing.

"Jim Isn’t drinking how.” "Honest? Did he swear off?" "No—he really quit this than, 1 *

VERY APPROPRIATE.

The Extreme of Meanness.

All Invalids.

ON THE CATTLE CAR.

Very Sad.

Makes a Difference.

Too Early.

Without Pain.

Acclimated.