Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 297, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 December 1910 — Page 2

A Red Tag

When Evelyn-Lane refused to marry him. Dan kennett quietly pulled up stakes and, got as far away from New York as his limited supply of money would take him. That is how he happened to be in charge of the survey of the government tract near Horse Lick Springs, Mont. He had worked off the first bitter sting of disappointment, but there still remained the heartache and the growing conviction that there never could be another girl in the world for him. In May the surveying party was within a stone’s throw of the railroad whose shining rails flashed from east to west across the flat, gray prairie. Each dhy at noon the steel rails quivered under the thundering burden of the express train behind whose plate glass windows there was a fleeting glimpse of faces before the train became a mere speck in the distance again. Kennett had learned to long for its coming; there was always the possibility—a foolish and va4n one, indeed —that some day it might come flying out of the east bearing the girl he loved to some other destination; his dreams were always that he might catch a glance of her eye or see her face—just once. And yet it never had happened, but there was always the hope! Ail things are probable when one is thousands of miles from home and surrounded by flat stretches of gray prairie. But several weeks ago he had read in the society columns of a Sunday paper a paragraph about Evelyn Lane. She was preparing to go to California to be gone a year among friends. So Kennett had watched the trains now with some real hope that he might see her passing, and he had calculated to a pitiful nicety the chances that she might, after all, have a chair on the opposite side of the train. Today was hot and clpse; the sun shone mercilessly down on the little camp; the sagebrush crackled crisply under foot and a great and undying thirst seized the whole crew. “We’re going to give up for the rest of the day, Dan,” said one of the boys about ten o’clock; ‘‘it's too blamed hot to do another stroke of work! ” * “Very well,” returned Dan, listlessly; Tm pretty well done up myself. Guess I’ll turn in for a while.” “We’re going to ride over to thg Springs and load in some water —the casks are getting low; it's lots cooler fussing around the water than rustling around here. Better come along.” “Perhaps I’ll ride over a little later,” evaded Dan, turning into his tent. Browning smiled-ekeptically. “Waiting for the express. I'll bet a cookie! If you were a girl, Dan, I’d say you had a crush on the conductor of that train, the hungry way you look at it!” “You’d be hungry looking, too, if you were looking for your rich uncle," retorted Dan, coolly. “Get out!" sniffed Browning, striding off. “We’ll expect you after your uncle arrives, eh?” Dan did not reply. He stood in the doorway of the tent tingling with an anticipation that he could not understand. Perhaps it was because Browning had put some of his thoughts into words or —well, nothing would happen today. Probably Evelyn had gone by another route —it would be just his luck. As noon drew near he wandered about the deserted camp and along the railroad, with his watch in his hand. And then, just on time, he heard the distant humming that announced the coming of the train. It grew louder and changed to a roar and then to thunder. He stepped back, the better to watch the windows when they should flash past, and then —wonder of wonders —as it aproached the camp the train slowed down almost to a standstill. A man dropped down from the engine and ran to the forward driving wheels and the clank of a hammer on metal rang through the noon stillness.

Kennett w alked eagerly along, looking up at the windows where stranger faces peered curiously down at the tall, 6trong figure clad in khaki with a broad hat pulled over his forehead, so eagerly inspecting the passengers. When he reached the open door of the baggage car the engine was uttering preliminary grunts and thick black smoke drifted back, half obscuring the doorway. There was the balking of several dogs and among them a sharp insistent yelp that seemed vaguely familiar. The smoke swirled aside and he caught a glimpse of the interior of : s "the car and several crates containing dogs in different degrees of contentment. They seemed joined in protest against the liberty allowed a pretty fox terrier who danced delightedly at the end of a long chain held by a girl whose head was turned aside. The train plunged forward, the fox terrier uttered one Bhrill hark and dashed through the doorway, striking Kennett fairly in the chest and knocking him over backward. Then the express gathered speed and thundered away, leaving Kennett sit*

By CLARISSA MACKIE

True work inexorably ascends sooner or later into the light of the day.

ting dazedly beside the track while a crazy fox terrier leaped upon him with velvet pink tongue and short, excited yaps of joy. The chain dangling from the collar flapped in the sagebrush and from a ring in the collar hung a red tag. It was all over and a miracle had happened! Evelyn had been on that train. She was the girl who had stood in the baggage and of whose face he had had a fleeting glimpse as the train dashed away! This crazy fox terrier, who had recognized in him a former master, was none other than Evelyn’s dog, Flip, He gathered the wriggling little beast in his arms and rocked him lovingly. The red tag bore a number and a most precious name—Evelyn’s—and the destination, Los Angeles. He stored it away in his pocket. He related the incident, shorn of its personal details, to the wondering party of water carriers when they came back to camp, and they accepted the addition of Flip with a hearty good will. Several days passed while Dan marveled that no inquiry had been put in motion by the railroad people for the absconding bit of baggage. Late one afternoon he rode over to the Springs; there was no mail at the postoffice, and when he had finished his business he mounted his horse and rode slowly out of the town back to the camp; Flip gamboled about the heels of the horse. The way led among sand dunes standing like hooded monks along the trail; he stopped once and, half turning in his saddle, looked at the sunset. It reddened his bronze face and glinted on the damp rings of hair on his forehead. He pushed back his hat,from his head and listened. The steady beat, beat of hoofs grew nearer; some one was coming from the town—perhaps one of the boys had been in—but he had left all of them at camp. He waited for the rider to catch up with him. The horse was a strange one and the rider did not resemble any of his friends. A broad hat flapped up and down. Dan Kennett’s heart went up and down, up and down, as a girl’s lovely face was revealed under the broad brim of the flapping hat; it stopped altogether when the rider resolved into Evelyn Lane herself, coming toward him with tremulous smile and pleading eyes. Flip raced crazily toward her.

“Dan!” she called, and It woke him from his stupor of surprise. In an Instant he was on the ground and holding out his arms, and she slipped down from the saddle and into his embrace with the happiest sigh of content in the world. Perched on a sand dune, after a long period of bliss, she told him how she came to be there. She had loved him, but had doubted her own heart; and he had gone away so quickly. If he had waited a little! Then things had been very dull and she had decided to spend a year with an aunt In Los Angeles. She and Flip had started, and the day the train had stopped she had been visiting the terrier in the baggage car. When the chain slipped from her hand, she had caught an instant’s glimpse of her lover. At the first stop shte made use of the information gathered as to the stopping place In the prairie; had taken a local train to the nearest point to Horse Lick Springs; had taken a stage to the Springs and from a hotel window had seen Dan Kennett. She had called for a horse and followed him and —here she was! Dan took her back to the Springs in the afterglow, and the next day he accompanied her to a railroad station where she could resume her journey westward; he would join her as soon as his work was done and then they could be married. Before they parted, Dan solemnly tore the red tag in two pieces and gave one to his sweetheart. “If it hadn't been for that, Evelyn,” he murmured, “this might not have happened.” Browning was relating a glimpse he had had of Dan’s meeting! with his sweetheart. “I say, fellows,” he concluded, “I never saw a chap so glad to see his rich uncle in my life!”

Some Dreams of Color.

The combination of two tones by veiling has become a common device. Therefore designers are always on the alert for new color schemes, nor are they content with two colors. Below are a few combinations that have been tried which may prove suggestive to one looking for new effects. Taupe tulle veils turquoise blue, which in turn shields delicately silvered gauze. Over brilliant red satin is hung purple mousseline de sole covered with pale blue net. Gold net is effective laid over Nattier blue, with palest mauve hung over that. One of the newest frocks shows an openwork design of white embroidered pnull over a slip of cerise satin, with, over the whole, a drapery of night-blue mousseline de sole.

Cannot Be Hidden.

LIGHTNING DESTROYS NOVEL CATHEDRAL

LONDON— The bishop of Uganda has appealed to the English people for $50,000 for the re-erection of the Cathedral of Uganda, which was struck by lightning recently and destroyed. This remarkable building, now a heap of ruins, could seat between 4,000 and 5,000 persons amd was a center of great spiritual activity, being surrounded by schools, theological hall, hospital and dispensary. Having been erected before the coming of the railway, it had a thatched roof and could not be Insured.

WOMEN CRAVE TOYS

Children Show Preference for Scientific Devices. Youngsters Call for Aeroplanes, Kites and Models Where Electricity Supplies Power—Reason for Boom. London.—Simple “silly” toys are all the rage just now. The Teddy bear is responsible for the boom, and following him a host of simple, unbreakable, woolly animals, manikins and “babies” has sprung upon the toy market. Cheap mechanical clockwork toys and things that “windup” seem to have temporarily lost favor with children. Boys up to twelve years of age, girls of all ages, and even grown-ups have taken a violent fancy to the cloth or woollen toy which can be punched, kicked, sat on or kissed without ill effects, either to the owner or to this toy. Inquiries made at the leading London toy shops show that during the coming winter season the simple toy will be the chief article sold. At one large Regent street establishment “One side of the shop Is already stocked with “silly” toys, and in a few days’ time hundreds more will arrive—lions, elephants, bears, sheep, dogs, rabbits, etc. —costing anywhere from 25 cents to sls each. “The simple toy is having an undoubted boom just now,” said the manager. “These toys are really intended for babies, but I have known ladies to fall in love with them and buy them for themselves. “While the craze Is certainly affecting the sales of cheap mechanical clock-work toys, it has not hurt the scientific toy trade. “It seems that children ’ nowadays

PHEASANTS PEST IN FIELD

Toothsome Birds Thrive Under Game Law of Washington at Great Cost to Farmers. Seattle, Wash. —Pheasants are a plague in the Nisqually river valley, and farmers are up in arms, not against the pheasants, but the members of the legislature who made the closed season law. The toothsome birds have eaten up the potatoes and much small grain and even attacked the apples and other fruits. It is reported from that section of the state that these white-collared, vari-colored birds wing down upon the farms in large flocks. They scratch out the tubers and pick out eyes and centers, leaving but a shell of the former potato. The loss caused by the birds is large, and because of the semi-domesticated instinct of these birds they do not fear scarecrows, dogs or firing of explosives. The farmers in their petition to have an open season declared state that they do not care to go gunning ■in their corn and potato patches when a dead pheasant means SSO fine and court costs. The population of the Nisqually river valley is united on the petition to have an open season of two months declared, that hunters may have an opportunity of thinning the pheasant stock.

World’s Oat Crop.

Washington.—The world crop of oats is nearly 3,700,000,000 bushels annually, according to a bulletin issued by the Department of Agriculture today. The United States annual crop for 1908-1909 was about 900,000,000 bushels.

Actress Goes 20,000 Miles.

London. —Vesta Victoria is back in England after a five months’ tour in the United States. She has traveled 20,000 miles, and on the way has pinchased a fruit farm of 60 acres near Los Aefeles. -—.

either like an extremely simple toy or a really ‘brainy’ amusement, such as making electrical experiments, putting toy aeroplanes together, or scientific kite flying.” Popular “silly” toys already selling well are “Baby Bumps,” fitted with a “Can’t-brealt-’em-head,” and a very live looking duck called a “Puddledu’ck.” Each of these toys has been bought as a mascot by ladles and taken out in motor cars. An interesting reason for the boom in simple animal toys was given by an enthusiastic theater-goer. “Plays like the ‘Blue Bird,’ ‘Pinkie and the Fairies,’ and ‘Peter Pan,’ in which animals possessed of wonderful intelligence are seen on the stage, have a considerable influence over children,” he said. “In the ‘Blue Bird’ animals such as the cat, dog, and horse are made to possess a soul. They reason and argue like human beings. “Now the successful toy manufacturer endeavors to put this live, soulful quality into his goods—he makes the cloth dog or rabbit as ‘cute’ and lifelike as possible. “It is the soulful quality of these toys—if I may so express it—which attracts. I have known ladies positively rave over a fluffy little cloth dog, making it sit by them at dinner and talking to it for hours in ‘baby’ voice.”

Output of Alaskan Gold.

Seattle, Wash.—More than $10,000,000 worth of gold has been received by the United States assay office here since the first of the year, according to a statement by the assaygr. The receipts from January 1 to November 8 from Alaska and British-American mines is given as $10,507,621.94.. Of thi» $9,309,109.75 came from Alaska, $1,036,296.03 from British Columbia and $97,021,.75 from the Yukon territory. Other sources in Canada contributed $61,994.41.

CEMENT COTTAGES FOR POOR

Method for Construction of Cheap but Substantial Homes for Working Classes.

London.- -Two neat little tiled cottages at Newlands Corner, near Guildford, stand for a practical and successful effort to deal with one of the most pressing questions of English rural life—the problem of cheap housing. In bui'/llng these comfortable, well ordered dwellings for two of his undergardwiers at a cost for the two of $1,500, St. Loe Strachey, editor of the Spectator, has justified the faith which he publicly expressed and which moved him to promote the Cheap Cottage exhibition at Letchworth in 1905. The argument which Mr. Strachey then advanced and has now established is this: The agricultural laborer cannot afford to pay more than $1.50 a week house rent out of his wages. Any improvement in his dwelling above that standard must ordinarily be provided by philanthropy. The obvious way to cope with this situation Is to cheapen the cost of construction. This Mr. Strachey, in co-operation with a local builder, has done, by using for the walls of his cottage concrete blocks made in molds on the spot. The ground floors of the cottages have a scullery, a pantry and a large kitchen sitting room, from which an open staircase leads picturesquely to the upper story of three bedrooms. As Mr. Strachey points out, this extraordinarily low cost of $1,500 tor t pair of cottages—s2,2so is the figure usually accepted—has been reached not only by the employment, of cheap material byt by rigid exclusion of showy and unnecessary ornament, by dipenslng with an architect and by leaving only a small margin for builder’s profit. At the same time he maintains that his experiment has Shown that it would be possible for any country landlord to house his people at the

CAT IS DRUG FIEND

Savannah Tabby Sent to New York for Treatment. Animal, Owned by Druggist, Contracts Morphine Habit in Storo and Seeks Bottle Where Opiate Is Kept. New York.—When the Savannah Line steamship City of Montgomery arrived here the other day from Savannah, Ga., she brought a most remarkable passenger to New York in the shape of a valuable Persian cat that has been credited in the dispatches from Savannah as being a confirmed morphine fiend. The Persian cat is the property of a druggist in Savannah named Rollinsky, a man prominent in the southern city, and he sent his pet Persian to New for treatment by specialists in the hope that the cat may be cured of the morphine habit.

Some months ago the cat sniffed at some morphine, powdered, that was being used in a prescription in Mr. Rollinsky’s pharmacy. The animal acted peculiarly after that, and was constantly on the shelf on which the brownish bottle containing the drug stood. Several times Mr. Rollinsky found the morphine bottle open w r ith thb powder scattered about, and each time the cat acted ill, the same manner that a human being acts when under the influence of the opiate. The morphine-stricken feline was taken on board the Savannah liner by Mr. Heaton, the druggist’s assistant, and placed in a room on the City of Montgomery. There were many persons on the pier at Savannah to see the cat leave for New York, for tabby’s fame had spread throughout the southern city, and it was considered very much of a local celebrity. No provision had been made for morphine on board the the steamship, and the cat, frenzied because of the absence of the drug, made its escape from the cabin in which it had been placed and leaped overboard into the Savannah river. There was a thrilling rescue, and the Persian tabby was placed again in the room that had been preserved for it and for Mr. Heaton after much correspondence with the Savannah lino officials, and securely locked up. It was placed under a small allowance of the drug, and this was confirmed upon the arrival of the City of Montgomery, when the cat was taken, in fairly good shape, to a cat hospital in West Fifty-third street. So well known is the cat in Savannah that there was much opposition to its being taken away. Mr. Heaton watched tenderly over the four-footed passenger and superintended the transfer to the cat hospital. While Mr. Heaton would not commit himself without first having consulted the veterinaries, he said he thought the treatment of the cat would be about the same as that given a human being under similar circumstances. By degrees the allowance of morphine will be discontinued and remedies administered that will cause the unnatural craving for the drug to disappear.

Decreased Grape Crop.

Rome. —According to ithe last official reports the vines in Italy will give about 64,000,000 quintals of grapes this year, as against 98,000,000 in 1909.

same cost by employing the labor and material of his estate. Further, Mr. Strachey asserts, the addition if S6O to the sale value of the cottages would turn them into a profitable venture for the commercial builder;

BELLS ON WOMEN’S HOSIERY

Tinkle as Breezes Bare Them to View, Particularly in Vicinity of Big Buildings. New York.—"Rrngs on Her Fingers and Bells on Her Toes” may become literally true if progress continues in women’s hosiery. It is almost true! now, as may be seen from some of the latest sensational designs from Europe. “Classy” misses and mesdames in the continental capitals are actually wearing their hearts as well as tinklers on their hose. Fact! Some of the latest stockings are set with miniatures, so designed that the we&Vor may embellish them with photographs of those dear to them. Many of the new styles are stockings that tinkle; they have bells on them. Bells once worn on garters, but now they' are in a position to be easily seen, particularly in the vicinity of the draughty flatiron building or Longacre square. The bells may be arranged along the sides of the hose, or down the front. Bells also may be attached to the shoes, and some even have one tiny tinkler under the high instep. This is getting pretty close to “Bell 3 on Her Toes.”

Too Many Kisses, Seeks Divorce.

Minneapolis, Minn.—Because her husband in kissing her used too much ardor, and because she objects to osculation as a general proposition. Mm Amelia Schmidt is suing her husbatrf for divorce on .the ground of cruel Inhuman treatment

The ONLOOKER

by WILBUR D NESBIT

Oh, I love to hear the thrum and the rumble of the drum marching soldiers come. For I think- of how the, beat has been timing trudging feet Through the years that are forgotten, over path and road and street.

All the legions of the past, armies small and armies vast, Trod the measure of the drumbeat while the dloe of war were cast, And the rattle and the roll wake an echo' In my soul. Wake a war song from the ages when' men fared to glory's goal. -

As a word is caught and flung .on the breezes from the tongue, So the shouting song of warefare~ By the thrumming drum is sung, And the shouts of days of yore that once swept the plain and shore Are re-echoed and re-echoed in the vibrant roll and roar.

And the blood within my veins races on until It pains. While the ancient song of battle in its cadence ebbs and wanes, And I know now why It was men could perish for a cause. Why they died upon the altar for their precepts and their laws.

Ho, a thousand thousand feet have gone marching to Its beat; That has rolled across the valleys in the cold and In the heat; Men have gone from home and hearth from their grief and from their mirth. When the drum sent fprth its summons for the country of their birth.

And I cannot tell you why, but a tear Is in my eye When 1 see the flashing beauty of Old Glory In the sky, As I hear the throb an’d thrum and the rumble of the drum When the fifes are singing shrilly and tne marching soldiers come.

As It Will Be.

“I know it sounds unkind,” remarks the man with the uncertain eye, “But, I shall be glad when there are no old inhabitants left to tell us about how| they remember shooting deer where the heart of the city now is.” “Well,” observes the man with the false shirt front, “when that day arrives there will be an entirely new lot of old inhabitants who will remember the days when the original old inhabitants told about those deer being' ■hot.” B

The Wise Maiden.

I simply will not quarrel with any of my beaux until after Christmas,” confides the first damsel. Well, that idea is exploded,” asserts the second. “Of course if you don’t quarrel with them, they will send the usual remembrance on Christmas, but don’t you see, if you do quarrel, then they’ll send twice as beau*, tlful a gift as a peace offering?”

Almost.

I bought a new clock the other day, ’ observes Bejiggers, and had it set up in the hall. That very evening my wife and I went for a short walk, and when we returned we found the clock ” “Gone,” interjects the flnish-other-people’s-remarks person. Not quite,” explains Bejiggers. “But we found it going.”

His Object.

I m going to give the neighbors’ little boy a drum and a trumpet for Chrißtmas,” said the man. “Mercy,” exclaimed his wife. “Why, you are always complaining about the noiße from over there since the daughter began taking music lessons.” “I know. But maybe the boy will drown out the piano."

Prophetic.

‘We’re goln’ to have watermelon for dinner,” pridefully announces the little boy to the little girl In the next yard.

“Well, we’ve got one ordered,” replies the little girl, stoutly. “We’re goln’ to have ours disordered!”

Just So.

When a man tells you he wants to say something to you “as a friend” you know he is going to criticise you In a way your enemy would not attempt.