Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 266, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 November 1910 — Page 2

Raw Material

tCopyright, 1910, by Associated Literary Press.!

It was Labor day, and the world of work was trying hard to play. All day there had been parades, brass bands, picnics in parks,the streets full of gay young workers, of bent, discouraged, old workers—men and women—of little children growing up t° a heritage of toil. ' even* l , mg people went home, but later the festivities culminated for the young in the pavilion dance at the park. Here laughter and music, the beat of feet, were insistent. . In the big, lantern-lighted pavilion Rose Shaw in her white dress sat quietly against the wall. She had danced little, for the tide of gayety did not snatch her up and claim her for its own—she did not know how to play. Why was it? She felt set apart, and heg blue eyes were wistful as John Gifford passed in a swinging two-step with Marne Paulson. Mame could dance so well, and she was so stylish, so entertaining, so interesting.. Rose, knowing the girl, whom she worked with daily at the mill, to be coarse and unkind, yet wished for a share of Marne's evident popularity. She herself, mouse of a homekeeper for a widowed father and a younger sister and brother, had from the beginning of her mill work shrunk back from the rough merry-makiiig of the others —she was too refined, too quiet, and they repented it. The bolder girls felt the silent rebuke of her reserve, and though she was very pretty, they taunted and tormented the young fellows of their crowd out of any inclination to notice her. John Gifford, this young carpenter, was rather a prince to Rose, who instinctively felt him to be her own sort, but she was both too proud and too delicate to court his attention, as Mame did, as she was at the moment doing, as the dance ended and she hung laughing upon his arm. The two sat down near Rose in an open, window and the girl heard him say something in a low tone, but his companion's answering words were unmistakable. “Rosie? Ain’t she a little stick? Kind of pretty, as you say, but awful raw material! She’s been stuck to the wall most of the evening! She’s too good for our crowd on everyday occasions, so of course she ain’t popular when it comes to the blowouts — don’t see why she came at all. She usually stays home and does housework for that doddering old father of hers. Small thanks she gets! Cookin’ and sewin' are all right, but a little more snap and go would do her more good in society. Say, ain’t this the swellest dance? Oh, that you, Tom?” this to a swaggering young fellow who was asking her for the next waltz. “Well, seeing Mr. Gifford Is tired of me, perhaps I will.” With a laugh and a word, John Gifford slipped away. He walked straight over to Rose Shaw and asked her for the next dance. Then he sat down and began to talk to f her. He noted the sweet, downcast modesty of the oval face, the deep blue eyes, the heavy brown hair which she had tried vainly to torture into the prevailing uphol-stered-looking fashion. The small, hardened hands lay in her lap. She tried to talk —in fact, she had come only because she had been stung into it through hearing the girls at the mill say, thinking her out of hearing, that she didn’t know how to talk to a man even and never went anywhere. "It’s pretty tonight .Isn’t it? But it's almost prettier out of doors than in, don't you think?" She raised her eyes for a shy glance at the face of the young man. How could she know that his silence was a hope that the gentle voice would continue its unwonted speech. “I like outdoors,” she went on. “Before we came here, and mother was living, we had a little place almost in the country, and I had some flower beds and chickens, and just did the work at home. I liked that better than being indoors.” He began to draw her on to talk. “You're right," he answered. "I've got a little place myself at the egge of town, and when I'm not building at somebody else's house I tinker at mine. My sister’s coming on from Chicago to keep house for me—if she doesn't get married before she starts —she's such a favorite. Not that she likes housekeeping much." “1 do," she said. X’l keep Cis and Jimmy in school —I'm bound they shall know more than I do. Mother wanted me to go to high school—but she died." . She smiled wistfully, but the smile touched the man’s heart more than tears would have done. And then he realized that the dance he had asked for was almost over. He jumped to his feet, apologizing. “But it s your own fault, for talking to me—anybody would have forgotten ” he said, and then they swung into the waltz. He would not have supposed the girl could dance like a feather, but she did —it was like instinct—she was grace and lightness itself. As they swung and swayed past a corner they almost ran into Mame, who glanced at the girl in surprise. Then she remembered what she had said about Rose and tossed her bead. She laughed up at her partner of the moment “Say," she said, “if you want to make a fellow crazy about a girl, no matter how homely and raw she Is, toJJ him she likee to keep house!

By JOANNA SINGLE

Look at John Gifford and Rose Shaw!" 'Didn’t know you liked Rose well enough to do her a good turn," said the man, a dapper young stone-mason. Mame shrugged' her shoulders. Inwardly calling herself a fool. At the end of the waltz she saw the two slip out of the pavilion into the moonlit -paths of the park. Wouldn’t that— beat you?" she remarked to Sadie Dickson. “Rose Shaw came here and sat against the wall and looked—at her hands and did nothing and tvalks off with John Gifford. I bet she’s a sly minx, for all she acts so mouse like at work! Watch me lake it out of her tomorrow!" Meantime Rose .lost in a dream of shy wonderment, was walking with John Gifford the mile to her bare tenement home. The next day Mame and Sadie Indeed “took it out" of her; they made life unbearable to the girl, but she paid no attention to them outwardly. But at night, in her own room, she sobbed herself to sleep. She knew that never again could she be unconscions—with John Gifford—these girls with their rough tongu&ff had spoiled everything. A few evenings later when she was walking home and he, waiting purposely, waylaid and went home with her, she hardly spoke to him. How could she, accused 7 as she was .of &a v gling for him? That night the young man lay awake some hours deciding whether the girl was simply shy or whether he had offended her. The next evening he walked straight to her house, asked her father at the door for her and was sent to the kitchen. In her blue calico dress, she was clearing away the supper things and advising Cis on her arithmetic lesson. Here, in her own castle, she was more approachable. She talked a little, and he made friends with 12-year-old Jimmy, laid upon the lounge with a cut foot. Then the father came in with his pipe and chatted, finally going up to bed at an hour unbelievably early. Gifford Pose to go, but as he took his hat he said to the girl: “I came out to ask if I have offended you in any way. Have I? You hardly spoke to me last night, and if I have done anything I’m sorry." To his surprise the girl lost her serenity and blushed crimson, fidgeting with her apron, but .he waited for ap: answer. “No, of course you haven’t,” she said, "only—l wish you wouldn’t—talk to me or walk home with me—when the mill girls are about. I can’t stand —their talk, I ” She paused, frightened that she had spoken so plainly. -Surprise, a desire to laugh, then a sort of reverence came into the man’s mind. He was vain enough to know that most girls he knew were only too willing to be seen with him. This was something new and sweet and genuine. He would have liked to kiss her as she stood looking slyly at him, but he said good-night and went home. By morning he had discovered that he loved her. He laughed, remembering Marne’s calling her "raw material." Well, it was fine material, it was modesty and reserve, home-love, loyalty—qualities that a man could mold into wifehood —and motherhood. He set himself deliberately to win her. It was several months later that he really dared tell her all his heart, and it came very simply. It was on a Sunday morning. The children were not yet up, and the old man, her father, was smoking in the back yard. The lover had wakened early, and came walking into her kitchen as she was preparing breakfast. She started and blushed as he entered, coming straight to her and taking her hands. “Girl,” he said, ’Til never have another minute of peace in my life, day 7 or- night, if you can’t tell me you—care! Oh, Rosie, of course you know I love you—but could you love me back? Do you?" It was quite like her not to prevaricate, not to put him off, to meet the issue with deep, sweet, serious eyes lifted to bis searching gaze. She was so honest! “Yes," she said, “of course, I—care! How could 1 help it, even if I wanted to?” Then he fairly lifted her frolu her feet into his arms. And after a little the old man came in and stared. r John explained: "She’s mine," he said rather lamely, "we’re engaged.” "Umph!’! That’s what it looked like to me!” grunted the old man. "Well, Cis is fifteen an’ can keep house pretty well." He walked back into the yard again, and no one missed him.

Seymour—Why did you sell your electric runabout? Ashley—The storage batteries got me into too much trouble. Seymour—in what vyay? Ashley—Why, they seemed to be so inseparably mixed with me that I could never get any one to charge them , without getting myself charged, too.

Pearl* —So those are open-clock stockings that chappie has on? Ruby—Yes, but from their loudnea» you would think they were alarm: clock stockings.

Entangled.

Heard in the Park.

HANDLING INDUSTRIAL STRIKES IN BERLIN

yH’HILE the French authorities are g.ven credit for firmness and good judgment in handling the railway work- »» ers strike, despite the numerous instances of violence, the police of Berlin, it is generally acknowledged take care of these affairs more effectually. During the recent strike of coal drivers which threatened to cause a uel famine in the German capital the mounted police succeeded very well in curbing the riotous activities of the mobs and gave efficient protection to the strike-breakers who took the places of the strikers.

ODD HATS IN JAPAN

Home of Most Picturesque Headgear Ever Worn. - % . Remarkable Collection of Oriental Covering Brought to This Country by New Yorker —Some Old Specimens. New York. —In a recent trip around the world Colonel Edward M. Knox of this city collected some rare specimens worn by the people of many nations at different periods in their civilization and is now exhibiting to his friends what he jocularly calls the trophies of his long journey. Although Colonel Knox discovered many fertile fields in which to gather material for his collection, he found his most prolific territory was Japan, whose people probably have worn at one time or another perhaps the most picturesque headgear ever worn outside of the American tribes of Indians. There is not only picturesqueness but classification in the headwear of the Japanese, according to Colonel Knox, so that the specimens of hats he gathered In the land of the chrysanthemum are not only representative of certain periods in the long

SAND CURE FOR DYSPEPSIA

Wealthy Boston Man Says Spoonful of Sterilized Product Three Times a Day Is Sure Remedy. Boston, Mass. —"Common sand, sterilized properly, is a better remedy for dyspepsia and indigestion troubles than any medicine. It is the means of digestion of many animals, so why not a man also?” says William A. Graustein, a wealthy milk dealer of Boston. * 1 “Many years ago I used to sit at my desk, incapable of work, dopy and dull. A physician suggested that l swallow a spoonful of sand three times a day until my attacks passed away. I tried the experiment, and it worked. Within two months I was cured. Today, within ten minutes after eating a spoonful, I am capable of any work, and I think I work harder titan any man in the United States. “I havti passed on the suggestion to any number of friends and the remedy has been infallible. If you suffer from inability to digest fobd, sterilize a handful of building sand, take a teaspoonful three times daily, and within two weeks you will be a new man.”

X-Rays Find Old Bullet.

Fredericks, Del.—Carrying a bullet In his head for thirteen years. Captain D. L. Seacord of this town has just had it located and will have it removed. Thirteen years ago, while gunning, Captain Seacord was accidentally shot by a friend. The surgeons probed for the bit of lead, but, not finding it, supposed it hart slipped out. Since then the captain has suffered with recurring pains in the head, and never suspected the cause until he went to a Baltimore hospital, where X-rays were used and the bullet located! T - •

“Conscience Fund” Grows.

New York. —The “conscience fund” at the custom house, known officially as “duties from unknown hands,” has been increased by the receipt erf sls in Canadian notes. They came in an envelope- postmarked Victoria, B. C„ with an unsigned letter reading: “When entering the United States awhile ago, I did not pay duty on some things.** The custom house ordinarily does not accept Canadian money, but Ms made an exception In this case. '

lifetime of the country, but of the various ranks of all times as well. Some of the hats obtained are marvel s_in_ design and construction, and some of them are extremely rare specimens. In some cases Colonel Knox had to buy his specimens out of museum collections and they cost a great deal when obtained in that way. He had set out to make as complete a collection as was obtainable, however, and where a hat was needed to fill in a gap in time or to represent progression in the art of making hats, he did not stop to consider the price. Another difficulty he had to overcome was the territory covered In obtaining the hats, for certain sections of the country had their distinctive styles, and he found It necessary occasionally to send a special agent to some point to get the coveted specimen. Most of the hats fn the collection have a finish of lacquer, some in solid and some in variegated colors, and many of them hear the crests of royalty, the crest being' a feature of the headwear of men Of high social and political rank and of who won recognition from the government In time of war for bravery or at other times for high diplomatic service. One specimen, bearing a design of

UNHEARD OF RACE.

Horned Men Once Lived on Pacific Coast. Topango Canon Yields Remains Showing Existence of Ancient Weird Tribe—Scientists Interested in Find. San Francisco.—The horned men of Topango have been discovered—that is, they were almost horned and of a physiognomy so strange that the scientists who unearthed them are almost persuaded that the existence in the long ago of a hitherto undreamedof race of aborigines has been demonstrated. P r °f- J- R. Pendleton of the geology department of Stanford university is the explorer who has found this new field of anthropological conjecture. With a party of Stanford students he has just returned from a two months’ stay in' the mountains whose slopes rise from the ocean shore near Santa Monica, in Southern California. In Topango canon, which is In the heart of a district long known to have been the home of Indian tribes now extinct, the excavators found one mound containing the bones of 34 aborigines. Although the bones were disintegrated and broken by the centuries of erosion and geologic change that have taken place since the Indians inhabited the spot, the scientists were able to piece together something of the story of their past From flint arrowheads found imbedded in the skulls and from tire crushed skull bones that bore every evidence of having been beaten in by war clubs, Professor Pendleton says it is plain that the ancients died in battle. But of more scientific interest is the amazing countenance conjured by the skulls as found by the scientist. The brow is almost totally lacking, rising from the line of the eyebrows but three-quarters of an inch, and the top of the head being almost flat. Stranger Btill, the nose. Instead of descending in a graceful Roman or Grecian line at an angle to the forehead, projects horizontally, hornlike, and with no resemblance to the human nose. A spirit level laid from the top of the head to th 6 tip of the nose would show but a slight inclination.

waves in the lacquer, dates back to 1714. It was worm by the Daiti Usaki, lord of the provinces in that year. Another, made in 1721, bears the crest of the Lord of Daimayo, the crest being worked out in infinite detail and with much elaboration of color. Another specimen is representative of the Lord of Kumamoto, who raised an army against the Shogun in 1869. Lord Okrudaira Is represented in the collection *by a lacquered hat which bears a cresi dating back many hundred years. -A Perhaps the specimen cherished most by Colonel Knox, both for its association and workmanship, is that of Lord Hikone. He is considered to have made one of the greatest moves In the advancement of the nation in its history, single acts considered, for it was he who first opened up the country to the peoples of Europe and thus led the way In the first step to Intercommunication and interchange of trade. This hat bears the design pf a dragon in black lacquer, with waves of gold lacquer over the black. It was conferred on Lord Hikone when he signed the peace treaty with the United States in 1860, before jvhich he was hailed by all of the Japanese nation as its foremost worker for civilization. Colonel Knox will keep the collection intact for a time, after which It is possible that he will give it to one of the New York city museums.

These queer tribesmen had bulging heads in the rear and unusually heavy jaw bones, due probably to their diet of clams and other shell fish, the shells of which they crushed between their teeth. In the mound of bones were discovered signs that, although they subsisted mainly on sea food, they were also hunters, the bones of deer and bear being Jound fn the vicinity. Professor Pendleton declares that the tribe, the site of whose village in the mouth of the Topango canon he has unearthed, was probably descended from Asiatics who had crossed the Bering straits and drifted to the southern coast. He believes they were extremely primitive In type, the utensils found in the mound being of the crudestsort One indication that the tribes of Topango were allied with the Indians who inhabited the channel’s Islands was found in the large stones cut in the form of spinning tops, which before this have been unearthed on San Clements and Santa Catalina islands. It is believed these tops were spun and cast into the sea to charm the fish to their doom for the tribesmen’s larder.

RAT TRAP CATCHES CHINESE

Concealed Oriental Stowaway’s Fondness for Rice Proves His Undoing on Ocean Liner. New York.—Catching Chinese stowaways with rat traps set in rice boxes is the newest diversion of the crew of the liner Nicolas Kuneo, which haa just sailed for Jamaica with a captive aboard. The «S*P tlve 18 Ching Sin, who b<? longs import Anthony, Jamaica. Ha stowed bim&felf away on board the Kuneo on September 27. If Ching had let the rice In the Bhip’s storeroom alone, he might have been able to get to New York safely. But the cook noticed the rice disappearing rapidly and set a trap to catch the rats he supposed were the thieves. The next time Ching dipped his hand in the box to get his stowawky rations there was a snap and a few minutfes later the cook found Ching a captive. He waa put in irons and will be turned over to the British an thorities In Jamaica.

fljGMLram! W V WILBUR D NLPBtT i . Tke. Mehbe Man O, do you know the "mebbe” man Who views all things with doubting scan And from conviction holds aloof Because of insufficient proof? His first ancestor trod the sod Just west of Eden and in Nod, And when poor Adam said that Evo Fed him the fruit that made him grleva This man winked with an eyelid slow And sourly muttered: "Mebbe so!” When Caesar came back with his troop* The "mebbe” man frowned at the whoop* That welcomed all the heroes home— The “mebbe” man then lived in Borne. And when Copernicus first found Why all the planets whirl around He gazed up at the starry sky And winked a deep and doubting eye And thought he dealt a fatal blow When he observed: “Well, mebbe so." Bold Alexander knew his jeers; Methuselah for countless years Bumped into “mebbe” men who said The real Methuselah was dead! And Jonah when‘he left the whale Heard through the people's welcome hall The grumbling voice of one who vowed That Jonah had deceived the crowd. Though Jonah had the whale to show The doubter murmured: “Mebbe so.” Columbus in his prison cell. And Hannibal and William Tell And Washington and all the rest Who tried to do their very,best Knew what it meant to bear the scan Of kinfolks of this "mebbe” man. And Doctor Cook both day and night Has something harder yet to fight Than polar ice and wind and snow— The man who mutters: “Mebbe so."

What Time for the Tip.

When should the Pullman porter be tipped? About a mile from the station he discovers at last that you are on board. He then approaches you smilingly and requests to be allowed to “bresh” you. He flicks your sleeves, then yanks your collar back and chokes you into submission while he brushes the lining of your coat as far down as he can reach. A bit of ragtime on the legs of your trousers, then he carefully and lovingly takes your hat and rubs it with an exaggerated toothbrush. At this psychological moment he has his hand out. The custom is to tip him; then, but the trouble is if you do that he will allow you to carry your grip out of the car. If you defer the tip he will carry it out for you. Should he be tipped at the time of the brushing or on_the jdatform? At least, if you wait until you reach the platform you are sure that he will have you in mind for ten minutes. Otherwise, he recognizes you for a brief three minutes. It is an open question, however.

The Dignity of Art.

“Mr. Sketchitt,” says the nervous author, “I have been looking over the drawings you are making to illustrate my novel, ‘A Romance of Old Rome.’ ” “Yes?” breathes the artist, lighting another cigarette. “Welt—you see—the fact is, • the story is one of the time of Julius Caesar, and you are making all the pictures modern, even to the clothing.” “Can’t you change the text a hit?” “Not easily, you see. If I might suggest that you would read the manuscript—” “No! I think I’m' doing enough when I illustrate a story, without being compelled to read it also.”

Important Germ.

“I have found a new germ,” announces the eminent savant. “Ah, indeed?” asks a friend. “And' what will be Its effect?” “ft will produce 20 magazine articles, 500 newspaper interviews, and get my picture printed all over the country,” replies the eminent savant., with that careful regard for accuracy which has always distinguished hia> utterances.

Placing the Blame.

“I know the price of coal has been exorbitant,” acknowledges the coal baron, “’but It is all the fault of the consumer?” • , “The coal consumer?” we ask, in surprise. “No. The money consumer,” he replies with what is almost a giggle. •' Call a dog a bad name —and someone will tell you you shouldn’t have lost your temper jjust because the poor brute snapped at you.