Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 271, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 November 1910 — Page 2

Making Hirn Wait

Yielding to her first impulse, Alice trusted him her slender fingers a brief,, moment, and then withdrew them from his clinging hold and the man turned Ida head and watched the girl's bright hair, made splendid by the full light of the September moon. Then for a moment he walked on beside her in reflective silence. “Aide,” he said at length, and quite, suddenly, “I want you to tell me frankly why it is that though you have let ino know you do care for me, though you have at least tacitly promised to marry me, you keep me at such a distance? I mean mental distance,” he explained, for her laugh rippled out to remind him that her slight figure was gery, very close to him. "What I mean, Aide, is that you always seem to—keep something back: You will begin eagerly to say something to me, and then you will stop; you have never said straight out and heartily, ‘I love you, Steven;’ and then you will almost fly to meet me — when I get you in my arms, pull away from me on the instant. What is it —are you afraid of me?” Again she gave the little half nervous laugh, and put her hand upon his •rm. "A baby would not be afraid of you, you nice, big, kind thing, you! What a silly idea! And of course—” “Oh, girl, speak out at once—say It!" ,—“Well, then—ldo—love you Steve!" Her tone was low but sure. “But I’ve known you only six months, and that’s a very short time—” “And time has nothing on earth or In heaven to do with lovlng!’ ! he submitted impatiently. “I never lived until I met you and love began life for me! And as for yoo. you’ve known Tom Austin since you were an infant and you don’t love him —I trust!” “No," she laughed, “I don’t —but father and mother do. Why drag poor, defeated Tom into an otherwise Interesting conversation? And I do —trust you, but mother says I’m by half too Impulsive, and explosive—and responsive, and that—real love makes haste slowly.” "She’s forgotten her youth—what a senseless statement!” the young man said wrathfully. “What else?” “Well, she says I should be perectly —sure of myself." “More rubbish, and not of the slightest Importance, so long as I am sure of you! You don’t have to be sure of anything but just me and of my love for you, Aide—do you hear?” She nodded her head, for mere words would not answer the yearningin his voice. The two had been spending the evening with mutual friends and were walking slowly back to the girl’s home, both reluctant to go Indoors, the man loath to let her out of his sight Some way, he could not say how, she seemed to be slipping from him. A desperate sort of Impotence to hold her came over him, and deep in his heart he was afraid of Tom Austin—and of her parents. They had perforce, and without great resistance, consented to the engagement but the mother had skilfully made It a condition that they should not marry for a year, at the very least. Then Austin, with all his money and his real attractiveness just In himself, had gone "-promptly ter Florida to .extensive, intensive farming. This would not have been alarming, but 'Aide’s family had a winter home there—and —well, it was too much for Steven’s fear and jealousy. “Aide,” he said, when they were almost to her door, “I want you to marry me —now, I mean, this fall. Will you?” She gave a little start of surprise, but before she coild speak he pressed his claim In words that could not be denied straight answer. “Don’t you wart to, child? Just what are we waiting for? I can give you a home and comfort. If not the luxury you are used to—that will come later —but don’t you want to marry me—soon?" Hie tone compelled a reply. “Yes.” she said, “I—think I do —but I’m sure It can’t be done—mother would be wild. You know she stipulated for a year, and we tacitly consented*, for the sake of peace. She thinks that I’m—pretty young.” “You’re pretty and young—further reasons for my wanting to have you all to myself. Walting can’t make me love you more—l hope It could not make you love me less. What’s the use—or the real reason behind it? Are you all going south this winter?” ’ “Well, I was just wondering how I would tell you. You see, Maude Is not quite as well as usual, so they have decided today to leave In October Instead of waiting until January, as usual. It can’t seem to be helped. Doctor Wakefield thinks It would be the best for her. It seems. Of course, nobody realty needs me, when you can’t step without walking on a nurse or a servant. But I can't refuse to go. Mother would try and take, on, and father depends on me to help keep the peace. I don’t see”—she hesitated as they came to the porch, and he spoke. “Well, I shall probably ndt cry and ■take on.' but I need you, and you are imine, and my claim is before'~tbelrs. Aide. I need my wife, and I need her now! Have you ever really considered my* loneliness, my position dpHng this unnecssary waiting? If there Wks any real reason for it it would be different. But they do not need you. 11 do. I shall speak about It to your parents tonight”

By JOANNA SINGLE

Copyrighted, xpxo, by Associated Literary Press

“Very well,” she said, tonelessly, “but It will do no good.” Thenjhey entered the house together. For a while they sat before the fife Tn the beautlfulTrbfafy.andtben Mr. Brand came In from the family sitting room and greeted Steven warmly enough. He liked his future son-in-law, despite bls disappointment about Austin. Steve calmly asked to see him and Mrs. Brand a moment and the two men went to join that formidable lady where her husband had left her. Aide, refusing to be present at the Interview, sat alone before the fire. In what seemed ages, but'was prob--•kblyJessthanan hour the young man returned, his face set and stern, bls manner cold. He stepped over and leaned on the mantel, looking down at the soft beauty of the girl as she looked questioningly up at him from her big chair. “Now, Alice, I have only you to appeal to. I think your father sees the justice of my plea, but he dares not openly attack your mother’s attitude. She wants —all sorts of things; me, to be surer of myself—&nd to make more money; you to have more time, more society, more clothes, even, and to be furth erasure; of yourself! She did hot give one true, sincere reason. Since she is your mother, I will not say more, save that she did not deny it when I openly accused her of wanting to separate us for a time and to get you with Tom Austin for a whole season.” “Dear—you need never feaer my changing!” and at the pain in his face she jumped up and went to Mm, clinging closely to him. But where once he would-gladly have enfolded her, he now held her off. “No,” he said, “in my heaert I do not doubt you, but I want you to marry me soon—before they go south this winter. I appeal to you! I have no home now, mother being gone to my sister’s, until you make one for me. Aide, your mother would not even -Consent definitely to next June—or even to September—a whole year! What ane you going to do? Will yoir stand with her —or with me?” “My heart Is with you,” she said, softly, “but —I could not—-run away—• and I know, the hopelessness of resisting mother better than you. Dear, I’m afraid we will have to wait.” The man drew her to him and kissed her, then he released her, and took his hat.—- '__ ....-

“When you feel that you can marry me,” he said, quietly, “will you tell me?” “Yes,” she said. “Oh, Steve, don’t take It like this —I will." A month later the brand household wan packed, and ready for travel. Maude, not visibly worse than her usual delicacy of health, was Impatient to be gone. Mrs. Brand was openly triumphant that Aide had made no trouble. Steve had been In the house very little, and she flattered herself as to her firmness. The day of departure arrived. Aide had her trunks packed, and came to the hasty breaekfast already for the early train they were all to take. The girl’s eyes were very bright anad her face happy. But yesterday she had been nierely tractable and lifeless. Her mother rejoiced, but not for long. After breakfast Aide stepped from the back door to the nearest telephone booth. She came back flushed and excited, but was ready with the others when the motor came to take them to the station. At the station Mrs. Brand got the surprise of her life. She saw Steve—whom she had expected. She had not. however, looked for ths Right Rev. James Preston, nor two of Steve’s best friends. There was much chat, and when the train was In sight Aide suddenly took Steve’s arm and they' walked up to that lady. “Mother,” said Aide, “I’m not going with you. ”T can’t leave Steve. I called him up from the drug store and told him I would marry him at the first church he would take me to the minute you were gone. He has the license. Goodby.” The astonished woman was beginning to hunt'for words, when her husband took her by the arm. “Come,” he said. “You must get aboard —Maude’s alone there. Aide Is perfectly right. I sanction this! You go on and I will follow you on the next train after, I see this daughter of ours safely married. They are starting on a trip this afternoon. Come, Mary!" 1 For once Mrs. Brand dared not question her husband’s authority.

Great Mosque In Danger.

Under the headline, “The Doomed Agia Sophia,” the Ikdam of Constantinople, says that The great mosque, with its mighty dome, peril and may pollapse. “Earthquakes have shaken its walls, and repairs have been made which now appear to have been imperfect. Hence the lamentable condition,” adds the Ikdam. Its pessimistic statement is made on the authority of Marangani, an architect appointed by the Turkish government to "make exhaustive examinations and give a detailed report.” Mrs. Neurich (in Paris) Say, Henry, who are these ’Forty Immortals' we hear so much-about? Neurich—lguess they' are Franck duellsta.’my dear.

WITH THE SAGES.

The happy man is the good man.— Dr. Dyke. Fail not for sorrow, falter not for sin. But upward! onward! till the goal ye win. —Keble. Men cannot labor always. They must have intervals of relaxation.— Dewey. One always does willingly what one likes; if you like the good you will do it.—Vinet. —ls you wish to be borne with yourself. bear with others.- -Thomas A’Kernpis. The influence of charity is essential to the peace and prosperity of human life. —Adams. <1 ’ t There is nothing worse than a lie, unless it is a lie which is' half the truth. —Diehl. There is no error more qommon than one which is taken for profound wisdom.—Dion. The secret of power in any occupation. whether art or business, is concentration. —Bridges.

Let justice have its free course, so that the meanest persons might have the benefit of it.—R. Lowth. Assure yourself that employment is one of the best remedies foi the disappointments of life. —Pratt. Justice is the freedom of those who are equal; injustice Is the freedom of those who are unequal.—Jacobi. Great and formidable among men is the power of laughter—no man Is proof against its spell.—Leopardi. Almost anybody can make a rule, but only a good administrator knows when and how to make an ex< eption.— Brooke-Hunt. The most enlightened are the most interested in being the best men—great talents should lead to great virtues. —M. du Marsais. s It is with wits as with razors, which are never so apt to cut those they are employed on, as when they have lost their edge.—Dean Swift.

THE AMATEUR PHILOSOPHER

It always helps some to be thought wealthy. The high road to success has many attractive looking forks. Almost anything that isn’t true sounds smart —if it’s wicked enough. A college education is the beginning of many a brilliant success —and failure. We try to believe everything a man says except when he talks about his business. When a man calls himself a fool the public suspects he has inside information. We don’t know much about the modern novel —perhaps because we have read several. Young man, it is all right to love your mother, but don’t leave her to carry up the coal. Ed Howe says everyone is afraid of a silent man; but then think what a dull time he has. If you wish to know a woman’s age, ask her at what period of life a woman is most interesting. Every other man you meet thinks he can run a restaurant, that a farmer has the most enjoyable life and that there is "money fn the poultry business —if he hasn’t tried any of them.

WISDOM WHISPERS.

There are some good fish in every sea. No crowbar can move things like earnestness. The place for our light to shine the brightest is where It is needed the most. There is always a bright side somewhere for the man who knows hbw to find it. • - It is the thing that is all wool and a yard wide that the world is always hunting for. No man ever built a house or made a dog collar that somebody else didn’t want one just like it. ~—l ~ There is something wrong with the piety that feels more at home at a circus than it does in church.

We are very poor if we have nothing that will do us any more good than our money. The most encouraging thing to the doctor is *that so many of his patients can wjth bread pills. About every third man you meet believes that if he had had J dam’s chance there would have been to fall.

JOSH BILLINGS’ PHILOSOPHY

Az we gro older we gro wlzer, or ought to. Men seldum brag on what they know they hav got. It Iz pretty safe to say that noboddy but a phool would want to liv hiz life over again. I hav seen people who were fools and knu It, and also were cunning enuff to profflt bl It. When a prude duz make a slip she goes clean to the bottom uv the stairs without stopping ■ - —t - The most popular people are thoze who let us see just enuff ov themselfß to make us wish to see more. I When I see what man haz aireddy dun, 1 am satisfied thar iz nothing out ov the -reach ov hiz energy in this world. ♦ Ackshun seems to me to be the grate power in eloquence* I h ave seen even dogs ask eloquently for a piece ov bred or a bone.

Thar iz sutch a thing az being guilty ov charity. Throwing a loaf ov bread at a beggar, and knocking him down with it, buns under this’ hed. All flatterers hav a base motive. If a poor man flatters yu, he haz sum immejiate objekt; if a rich one duz it, he has sum remote objekt In view. I hav seen plenty of Christians who were sour az a lemon, and austere az boss radish. They will reach heaven, without doubt, oh time, but will hav to take a back seat when they git there. The writers ov every age hav censured flattery in the strongest terms; but, after all, the flattery that we receive from others, and that which we bestow upon ourselfs, form at least one haff ov what we call happiness in this life. Whenever I see a man with a very broad-brimmed hat, and terrible long hair streaming out from under it—sumthing simular to what I wear miself—l say: “Thar iz another phool broke loose,” and I seldom make enny mistake about It, either. ,

FACT AND FANCY.

A bee can ouflty a pigeon. Tact is good taste in action. A horse has no eyebrows. Whisky takes out fruit stains. Cartridges pass as money in Abyssinia. All tenors are lunatics, except about money. The oysters you eat are on an average 12 years old. ’K Everything comes to those who work while they wait. Besides gathering no moss, a rolling stone goes down hill. The hand that finds the boodle is the hand that runs the show. Youth hops one inch sideways and thinks It has leapt a mile ahead. If love levels all things, why are there so few level-headed lovers? The man who marries happily may be said to be transported for life. It is a breach of etiquette for a Chinaman to wear spectacles in society. Locomotives are called “she” on account of the horrible noise they make when they try to whistle.

BITS OF FACT.

Roller skates were in use as far back as 1790. Blackmail may be punishable with' a life sentence In England. Vienna is said to be the most over* crowded city in the world. Sugar is now being used to increase the adhesive power of mortar. Last year this country supplied almost one-third of the world’s tobacco. On an average 60 reputed centenarians die each year in England and Wales. ' j A woman in England may be a peeress by royal grant, but cannot sit in the house of parliament.

MUSINGS OF THE OFFICE BOY

High-flyin’ ain't all dope up in the air. It is easy enough to throw a bluff, but it don’t always make a hit. The one! who thinks he has everybody guessin’ Is the one doin’ It. When a girl says she never was kissed, most, people begin to look round and wonder why. \ . I

Gold LuresMany to British Cohumbia

BOAT ARRIVING AT STEWART

A SHORT time ago word came to Prince Rupert that a big strike had been made near Stewart. Where the Portland canal divides British Columbia and Alaska there are Prince Rupert and Stewart, one at the head of the canal and one at the beginning, two mining camps just emerging from the tented stage and talking about streets and sewerage, quite confident of greatness in the near future. When the news came first Stewart was Stewart Camp. Already it is respectfully called Stewart Town and Stewart City. The population I has jumped from 1,500 to 5,000, and every boat is bringing crowds. The tents that were disappearing came back again in full force to house the immigrants, and keeping a boarding house is a better way of getting rich than even shouldering a pick. In England when the news came it created a sensation. The London Times correspondent described the engineers who had struck the gold as reporting that a thousand stamps could be worked for a hundred years on ground they had traversed and scarcely mark the reef, which is many miles in length, and in places more than 2,000 feet high. “The engineers declare this will prove the greatest mineral discovery ever, made.” In return the cable sent word from England to Canada that thousands of men were getting ‘ ready to set forth and seek their fortunes in the wonderland of the north, and that the greatest excitement prevailed. Later dispatches were more calming. It seemed that the new fields were no Tom Tiddler’s ground, where one might go “picking up gold and silver," but even in the reaction there was no lack of confirmation of the fact that a remarkable discovery had been made. The gold is there, and the dominion chief geologist gives his official sanction to the statement that the find is valuable, and that there is room for the prospective miners. Only the reward will not probably be as spectacular as In the case of the Yukon mines. It seems pretty certain, however, that the strike is the most Important since Klondike days, and people are flocking to the little town and the head of the Portland canal. It is estimated that in the first three weeks after the report of the discovery 15,000 persons were on their wax to the fields. The little coastwise steamers from Seattle were crowded, and from Vancouver the boat Ito Prince Rupert is taking close to 400 passengers every iew days. First reports say that a single property has shown >25,000,000 worth ofc gold, and that another possesses enough to keep a miner working half a century. Whether this is exaggerated or not, it appears to«be quite true that gold found at the head of the canal is assaying at >9OO to the ton, and various old Klondike miners who are on tho spot have remarked laconleally that it is “good enough for

MINING GAMP AT BITTER CREEK

them. There are some men famous in the annals of mining adventure who have gone back to the love of their youth and disappeared Into the British Columbia wilderness with their kits on their backs. The officers of the geological survey at Ottawa, while admitting the richness of the country,jwarn intending miners of the difficulties of the trip. Prince Rupert is the objective point of the Grand Trunk Pacific’s proposed line through British Columbia, and the British Columbia & Alaska railway is intended to pass near, but neither of these roads is as yet built. So far the engineers and prospectors who have left Stewart and gone into the heart of the gold fields have had great difficulty in getting enough food, to say nothing of carrying blankets and Implements. The town stands at the mouth of a little river known as Bear Creek, a stream running through a valley only a mile wide. On either side rises a wall of mountains, precipitous and sometimes as high as 5,000 feet. In these mountains lies not only the gold, but many other valuable minerals, and they have to be scaled somehow. It is hard enough work without the task of carrying supplies, and for men burdened with baggage the difficulties are great. There will be considerable suffering and privation for a time, at least. The residents up that way, oddly enough, are not wildly enthusiastlo over this gold discovery. Mineral wealth is an old story to them. They are in the country not to mine but to build and trade and farm, and they like the emphasis laid, when one talks of their province, not on gold, with its suggestion of boom and disorder and more or less riot, but on the agricultural richness of the land. Gold mining seems a bit crude to them, a trifle nouveau riche and vulgar. It is true that many of the Prince Rupert people have bought picks and set forth for the mountains, but they are not the “old families” of the communities.

Producing annually over 70 per cent, of the total mineral output of the dominion, British Columbia Is essentially the gold province of Canada. The early miners of the Fraser in 1858 and following years washed out in rockers from benches and creeks >50,000,000 worth of free gold nuggets. Since that time British Columbia has produced over >114,000,000 In gold and >185,000,000 in other minerals. In 1907 the mineral production was >26,000,000 and there are still 250,000 square miles of unexplored mineral lands open for free prospecting. The Bitter Creek mines on Portland canal now claim the world’s attention. For five years mining operations have been carried on In this district quietly, conservatively, and with no cry in the marketplace. Gold has been found along the banks of the Bear river and all three of its tributaries—Bitter creek, Glacier creek and American creek. The big reef of Bitter creek is a gray-white porphyry dyke from five fset to 20 feet wide and « miles in length. Imbedded in the reef are veins of quartz from two feet to fifteen feet wide, presenting on the surface a honey-combed appearance, one recent assay from which gave a return of >49.20 per ton in gold with a trace only of silver. On the north fork of Bitter creek is the oldest property In Portland canal, the Roosevelt, a sample shipment of ore from which, taken to Tacoma, gave total values of >42.05 per ton. For the whole distance of the Big Reef every claim is staked, so anyone wishing to acquire property now must buy from or through an original locator. The government is building a pack trail up Bitter creek, and this should greatly help development.