Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 244, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 October 1910 — Page 3

In a Summer House

Burton Kuhl shrugged his shoulders with amiable surprise when he realized .what a storm of objections he had brought down on his head by the simple announcement of an important happening. ‘What a fuss you are making, Grace?” he interposed, hastily taking advantage of a momentary pause In the flow of eloquence. “Really, one ■would think I had committed a crime ln daring to engage myself to the dearest girl in the world. Your only objection to Miss Floyd, as I understand you, is her profession. Well, what’s the matter with it? A doctor Is a handy person to have around, I think. I’d trust my life in Esther’s hands a good'deal quicker than in the hands of some masculine practitioners I could name.” Mrs. Trevelyn sighed expressively and elevated hgr eyebrows. "Can’t you understand?” she cried vehemently. “That’s just why you should not marry her! Just think what sort of a home you’d have with a wife riding around the countjy at all hours of the day and night, at the call of anybody and everybody! She can’t be a true woman when she deliberately chooses a profession like that, ru warrant she hasn’t a spark of taste ln dress, either! I can’t understand your choice, I’m sure. It’s hard to be disappointed in an only brother,” she mourned. "Oh, nonsense!” frowned Burtqn. “Esther wouldn’t keep up her practise, after we were married, of course. At least, not to the extent of answering night calls. I wish you’d look at the matter in an unprejudiced light, Grace. I never interfered with You and George, though I knew all the time that he was as poor as poets usually are and never would amount to a row of beans. You’ve had time enough to find that there’s plenty of truth in that, I reckon. If it were not for the tittle dowry you brought him I fancy life would be ,a work-a-day job for George instead of his present easy, rhyme-making existence. Why can’t you show the same generous spirit toward me?” “The two cases are quite unlike. Burton!” flashed his sister, with an indignant toss of her head. “George and I get on beautifully together, and we are both home-lovers. He likes to write poetry and I like him tp do it. If so little of it is published it isn’t because it lacks merit, I’m sure, for all the rejection slips say It isn’t. I’m thankful that George doesn’t have to go away from home every day and slave In some hot, stuffy office.” “Well, each for his or her hearthstone!” yawned Burton, gathering up his reins and lightly feeling the bit. “I wish you would call on Miss Floyd, though, Grace. She would like to know you, I’m sure. Perhaps she could prove to you better than I that a lady does not have to relinquish feminine graces and accomplishments to become a member of the business world." "When I do it’ll be a red letter day,, Burton Kuhl!” claimed Mrs. Trevelyn. “I suppose you’re riding over to call on her this afternoon?” “Yes, I’m going to take Esther to look over Woodlawn this afternoon. If she likes the place I mean to buy it for our future home. We shall be near neighbors of yours them, Grace; two miles and a half between the two places. Better make up your mind to be a sister to us.” “You’ll know it when I do," nodded iMrs. Trevelyn, as she tossed him a irose and watched him canter out of sight down the dusty road. Left alone, the little lady returned to her fancy work in the hammock at one end of the cool porch and pondered the disturbing news Burton sad brought. She sighed restlessly, and finally bundled up her fancy work and stared thoughtfully at the tips of her white-slippered feet. “I wonder whether the girl has small feet and hands?” she mused, ■with a dubious shake of her “Suppose she is a big, awkward creature with a wide smile and a grip like a man’s! Suppose she has a loud, hearty voice and a compelling manner which nobody dares resist! Just suppose poor Burton has been fascinated by a muscular Amazon and means to make her my sister-in-law! Horrors! If George wasn’t busy composing a new poem I’d run up and ask him if he knows what sort of a person this Dr. Esther Floyd jg George hates to be bothered when he's writing, so I reckon I’d better not interrupt him. Oh, dear! I wish I knew how she looks! I shan't have a bit of peace until I find out, I know. I’d go to call on her this very afternoon if Burton hadn’t made such a fuss about „it, and if he wouldn’t find it out. Why couldn’t he have taken her to Woodlawn some other time?’’ Suddenly Mrs. Trevelyn sprang to her feet, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. Whisking indoors, she ran blithely upstairs and hurriedly changed henhouse dress for an outdoor gown of a pale yellow shade, with hat, parasol and belt to match. Then, popping her head In at the door of her husband’s den, she Informed him that she was going for a walk, Having received an irritated grunt by way of response, she softly -dosed the door and ran down the gtalrs and out to the road.

By MABEL CLAIRE SMITH

“I’ve Just got to get a glimpse of that girl this very day, fair or not fair,” she murmured, defiantly. “If I can get to Woodlawn before they do. I’ll hide in the old summer-house and peek all I please without anybody "being the wiser.” She took a short cut through a field and another through an orchard. “Gracious!” she panted, some minUtus later, as, tired and flushed from her unwonted speed, she neared the unoccupied frame house set among stately old shade trees. “It’s a spooky, lonely place! I’ll wager this lawn hasn’t been mowed since the owner went away, three years ago. Everything looks seedy and mildewy to me. It’s just the sort of house Burton likes, though,” she added, as she hurried through the high, tangled grass to a rustic summer-house halfway between the house and the entrance gates. “He always did want to get as near nature as possible.” The summer house was overgrowq with vines and its interior was far from inviting; but there was a rustic seat just inside the door, and Mrs. Trevelyn was very tired. With carefully clutched skirts. and fearful eyes she entered the retreat and seated herself on the mossy bench. The day was unusually warm, for that time of year and Mrs. Trevelyn was not accustomed to so much exercise. Consequently, before she hart been seated in the cool place five minutes, her eyes closed and she slumbered peacefully. Fifteen minutes later she came to herself with a terrified start. Something sinuous and horrible was gild* ing away from her across the flooi of the old summer house and there was a queer numb feeling in the fingers of her left hand. With a gasp of terror she raised her hand and stared at two round pricks on the tip of her forefinger. With a muffled cry, Mrs. Trevelyn sprang to her feet and daßhed from the summer house just as two people came up the walk from the gates. “O-oh, thank goodness for somebody to help me!" gasped Mrs. Trevelyn, thinking of nothing save her extremity. “Do something for me, won’t you, please?” she wailed, appealingly holding out the wounded finger to the wide-eyed newcomers. “I’ve been bitten by a snake—oh, an awful thing! I know I’m going to die—my finger feels so queer! Do something for me!” “Ye gods and little fishes!” gulped Burton, helplessly patting her back. “Grace, poor girl, how’d you do it? You’re sure it was a snake?” “Let me see the bite, please,” said a quiet, low-toned voice from the trimly clad young woman at Burton’s back. She stepped quickly forward and took Mrs. Trevelyn’s shaking fingers. “Ah, yes, I see the two tiny punctures quite plainly,” she observed, after a brief scrutiny of the injured finger. Her brows drew together as though something puzzled her and she looked uncertaintly toward the summer house. "Is the snake still in there?” she asked, expectantly. “Oh, I suppose so!” shuddered Mrs. Trevelyn, feeling cold and ill. “Do you think it’s a deadly bite? Will I die? O-oh, for goodness sake tell me how long I have to live!" The girl’s lips twitched nervously, but her voice was gravely reassuring as she made response. “Many years, I trust,” se said, gently. Then, turning to the equally concerned Burton, she asked him to enter the summer house and see If the snake was still ln there. Burton grabbed a stick and went boldly within the retreat. After a few moments of brisk rummaging he returned bearlpg on the ptaint of the rod a shimmering length of yellow ribbon with two pins sticking in one end. “This is the only snake I can find!” he declared, with much gravity. “From appearances, I should take It to be a summer house serpent of a nonpolsonous kind.” Grace stared at the ribbon while the blood slowly returned to her cheeks and fingers. "Gracious me! so it was Just my belt!” she twittered joyfully. “Well, I might . have died oL fright if somebody hadn’t thought to find the thing. Burton, dear, aren’t you going to Introduce my rescuer?” And Burton, with twinkling eyes, cheerfully compiled.

A British offloer waa shooting — in Somaliland. One night, as he lay on his bed, within his tent, a lion made a sudden spring through the rough fence which had been put up around the encampment The lion took no notice of the animals, .but went straight to the sport* man’s tent and seized the sleeper—fortunately by the hand only. It must have been a terrible awaken ing for the officer. But somehow, the lion changed lta grip for the man’s shoulder, it got hold of the pillow instead, and then decamped with its prize. Next morning the pillow was found in the jungle, at a distance of several hundred yards from the encampment. What a disappointment It must have been to the hungry lion when he dl* covered his mistake! • „> ■

Joke on the Lion.

JOHN KLING STILL HOLDS HIS OWN

When Catcher Johnny Kling patched up his differences with the Chicago Cubs last spring there were quite a few baseball fans who predicted that he would not return to the form he had previously displayed. It was said that he had been out of the game for a whole season, that he had not kept himself in good shape, and a lot of other things. But he has fooled all of the skeptics. He has played as good ball this year as he ever did before. This has been displayed by the way

NOTED PLAYER HAS RETIRED

Frank Bowerman, One of Most Eocentric Figures in Baseball, Drops Out of Game. With the retirement of Catcher Frank Bowerman, baseball loses one of its most eccentric characters. Bowerman has been playing in the bigger leagues longer than many of the other players Ih the same company today have been living. He made his debut years and years ago, and has played in fast company con? tinuously since. His best work was done for the New York Giants, with whom he played when they were at the pinnacle of their fame. Bowerman has always been a lively, scrappy player, up to his neck in the struggle all the way. He left the Giants and took a whirl at the managerial end of the game in Boston, but his Beaneaters, after making a glorious start, fell by the wayside when

Catcher Frank Bowerman.

tne race grew warm. Reports say that he trained his men too fine early in the season. At any rate be left Boston before last season was over, and announced that he had retired from the game. Later be joined the Indianapolis club, and was with them again this year. Recently he left the team and went to his home in Michigan. It is hardly likely that he will play again.

O’Connor on Wagner.

Jack O’Connor thinks that Hans Wagner Is the greatest thrower in the game. He is and has been the best thrower in the game, according to the St. Louis manager, since he broke into the game. There are many others who think the same as O’Connor in spite of the fine showing of the youngsters who hare come up in the last three or four years. ■

Catcher Kling, of Chicago Cubs.

he has played since Captain Cbance’<s forced retirement, owing to a bad “Charley-Horse.” While Jimmy Archer has been playing first base during the absence of the captain-mana-ger all of the back-stopping has devolved on Kling. He has not only fielded his position in masterly fashion, but he has ben hitting the .ball hard. It is almost a certainly that Kling will do the most of the catching during the series for the world’s championship probably opening in Chicago on Oct. 16. " - ..

NOTES oF THE DIAMOND

Four triple playes have been mad*, in the National league this season. Kid Elberfeld turned his ankle and ■was not spiked by Ty Cobb in the recent series between the Tigers and Senators. President Ean Johnson is after the' owners of the tail-end clubs in the American league and wants them to get busy signing good players. Oldring. of Philadelphia Americans has the record for helng at bat the greatest number of times. His recoid is 476. Lajoie is' next with 473. Cobb is credited with only 442 times at bat. Dan Murphy of the Athletics is said to have the season’s long-distance batting record. He will have to keep traveling pertty fast If he wants to keep out of Schulte’s way from now on. Pat Livingstone is touted as the star catcher of the-Athletics. He will likely do most ofcthe backstopping in the world’s series, but he will have to travel some to get an even break with Kling. Catcher Ainsmlth of the Senators is touted by the Washington scribes as a wonder. The new man is filling a hig hole in the team just now on account of the crippled condition of Charlie Street Umpire “Bill’’ Dlneen, who used to be a major league pitcher, says twirlers do not recline on flowery beds of ease. Winning or losing, they do more woryring than other ball players, Bill thinks. "Bull” Perine, the American league umpire, who has been officiating back of the plate for seven years, says umpiring is becoming easier. The rowdyism of former years has been almost entirely eradicated. Lee Ford Tannehill thinks that the Cubs will be bothered more by Cy Morgan than by any of the other pitchers of the Athletic staff. “There never was a team that disliked a spitball pitcher more than the Cubs do,” said Tanny. Cobb is the champion run getter of the American league with 92 tallies to his credit. Owen Bush of the same club has 82; Milan of Washington has 74; Speaker of Boston 73 and Eddie Collins of Philadelphia 72. Wolter of New York afdte has 72. Dubuque and Rock Island played a nineteen-inning game the other day in Rock Island, and Pitcher Cavet of the Rock Islands made a new season’s record for the Three-I league by striking out 23 men. Shortstop Darrlnger of the Dubuque team had 12 assists without an error. Clarence McDonald of the Terre Haute team of the Central league missed being a Cub by 20 minutes. He was sold to President Murphy of the Cubs on the final day of the purchasIng, period, but there was not time tc notify the national commission by the time the sale was completed, to Me Donald did not become a Cub

HOW PLANK GOT HIS START

Simply Closed His Eyes and Cut Loose —Afterwards Studied the Game and Pitchers.

BY EDWARD S. PLANK.

They all say I got my start the day of the battle of Gettysburg, but they exaggerate somewhat. I was born in Gettysburg in 1875, and that gave the boys a chance to say things. I admit the 1875 without trying to get away and scalp half a dozen years oft my age as some of them do. At any rate L think I am rather a freak as a baseball player because I seldom have of any '-base anything like my own. As I told you I was born in Gettysburg and I played some baseball arbund there in an amateur way, and without giving 'the game much thought. I started to college about the time most of the other fellows are getting enough. I was twenty-five when I was began pitching for the Gettysburg college team, and I was big and strong and fast and wild and inexperienced and everything else that goes to make up a college pitcher. I simply shut my eyes and cut loose and most of those who didn’t strike out got bases on balls, and I have suspected since that a lot of them struck out just to escape from standing up there at the hat. Seriously I think the real reason for my start was that I was older, stronger and better developed than the average college man. That made me stand out among them and it attracted the attention of professional clubs. I had not thought of baseball as a profession at all until offered a job, and I joined the Athletics in May, 1901, after school closed, knowing about as much about major league ball as I know about who will make a three base hit in the morning game next Decoration day. saw that there was more to it than throwing as hard as possible and curving them. I saw I would have to do some thinking and I began to study the game. Queerly enough

Edward 8. Plank.

I went wrong away. I was guessing wrong, but luckily for me I had enough speed and shoots to hang on by sheer pbwer until I learned more. I worked and studied hard at the game, watched the other pitchers, picked up their tricks and began to pitch with much less exertion and strain and still get results. If I had gone on the way I started I would have been out of it ln two seasons, and I’m still here. On the other hand, if I had known as much when I started about pitching, I’d bq here a long time.

FOOTBALL IN FOUR HALVES

Intercollegiate Committee Divides Time of Play Into Four Perioda of Fifteen Minutes. After long cogitation, the intercollegiate football rules committee has announced the changes which the game will undergo this autumn. The time of play is divided into four periods of 15 minutes’ duration, instead of the traditional two halves of 35 minutes each. The usual intermission of 15 minutes is maintained between the Becond and third period; but an intermission of three minutes only is allowed between the first and second and the third and fourth periods. At the beginning of the e*cond and fourth periods the teams change goals, but the down, the relative spot of the down, possession of the ball and distance to be gained remain as they were. Another radical change eliminates the flying tackle. The player must have at least one foot on the ground when tackling an opponent. A player is only qualified to receive a forward pass who is at least one yard back of his own scrimmage line, or occupies the iwsltkm on* the end of said line. No man may make a forward pass, or kick the ball, unless he is five yards back of his scrimmage line. Interlocked interference is forbidden, and it is also forbidden for any man on the side having possession of the ball to push or pull the man running with the nail. There are other leas start. ling changes, all tending, it is assumed, to make the game less dangerous.

wasmund to Coach Texas.

•/ • - Former Quarterback' Wasmund of Michigan university will coach the Texas university football squad at Austin this fall.

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Miz’ Hanklnson, she lives nex’ door An’ seem to think I keep a store. Why, dear me suz! She borrles stuff— i Seems-llke she never has enough O’ flour, or sugar, salt or tea, An’ so she borrles them o’ me. Not that I want to criticise, Fer nebbors all should nebborize. Miz’ Hanklnson—well, I won’t say How many times she comes each day Fer Jest a cup o’ this er that, One time she borrled Lizzie’s hat Fer her Alvira Lou to wear To see a snow, an’ we was there— f • You should er seen how fine she dressed: An' Lizzie in her second best! Not that I’m tryln’ to complain— But when she borrled our door chain Because her man was out o’ town And shq’d heard burglars was aroun’. Why, I think that was cheek, don’t youY Imposin’ on good nature, too. ’Most every mornin’, like as not, Bhe borrles our best coffee pot. One day I laughed all to myself— I’s cleanin' out my pantry shelf An’ she come, borryln’ a pie! Well, I Jest thought that I would die A-laughln’! They’d the preacher ln— An' all her pies are hard an’ thin, An’, say, she made out to him, too, That pie’s baked by Alvira Lou! But best of all was Jest last week She had brownklttls—couldn't speak Out loud, an' when the doctor come He Jest out with It, gruff and grum: "You need some ventilation here!" An’ then she—Oh, my lawzy dear!— She—Oh, but this is simply fine!— Bent over here to borry mine!

‘‘s. P.” and His Dare.

We are in receipt of a poem from “S. P.” who informs us that he is "another Hoosler and a member of the Indiana Society in gopd standing/’ It is In reply to some utterly innocent lines in this column not long ago. which lines meekly inquired why a man wanted to wear a silk hat. ”S. P." says: "I dare you to print it.” It being axiomatic that a man who will take a dare would steal sbeep, we beg leave to print. Poor man—No wonder you’re wrinkled and gray It you let fashions disturb your mind. You hurt Dunlap and Knox with what you say, And others may think your words sure not kind. Who’d ever think that an Evanston swell With his high-toned airs and Creme Claro, Would make use of space to holler like—well Some Sioux, when you wear a black Sombrero. Now, my dear friend, of poetical chat. Nothing you’ve seen will ever look queerer And straightway I think you’ll buy a silk hat If you go home and look in a mirror. We are not opposed to the silk hat, If an anti-silk-hat society were organized we should be the first to decline membership. Our good friends Dunlap and Knox will bear witness to the fact that in times past we have adorned ourself with their productions. Confidentially, we think the silk hat is a glossy Joy. The trouble with us Is that when we put one on we want to run for office. Has anybody a word to say for the uncombed plush hat—especially the wet maltese sort? The other day we printed a couple stanzas having to do with the pronunciation of "Goethe," when mentioned by street car conductors on approaching the thoroughfare of that namq. From the responses sent in we cull these: Man rides upon the trolley car And his location quickly knoweth When the conductor, o’er the Jar And rumble. hoarsely shoutetht "Goethe!” I stood on the car at midnight And I murmured ”Hoity-toity!” When the erudite conductor Stopped the car and shouted: “GoetheP*

Self-Defense.

“But why do you wear hunting toga, when you cannot Bit a horse?” “Because none of these tiresome story tellers have the nerve to start one of .their. bear stories yhen they see me ln this costume.”

The Lost Column.

Ho lost his heart right at the start. The girl he wished to wed; He mooned and stared till folk declared That he had lost his head. y Although he planned to win her hand He never went to woo— He hastened on; his nerve was gone. He’d lost* his backbone, too. 2