Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 7, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 January 1911 — Page 2

Fifty Dollars Reward

(Copyright, 1910. by Associated Literary Press.)

There w«a a crowd at. the money order window of the postoffice. Della waiting with hex application In her hand, looked abont her idly for something to occupy her attention till her turn should come. She found it not two feet away, in black, staring letters which formed the words, ‘‘Fifty Dollars Reward." Della did not look like a mercenary young woman, but her eyes lingered long on the headline, as a hungry child might look outside a baker’s Window viewing all sorts of gastronomic temptations, with only a pane of glass between. s "Fifty dollars,” Delta said to herself, and figuratively she smacked her lips. At the best of times, fifty dollars seemed like a great deal of money to Delia. Just now her need 'had magnified it fan beyond its usual proportions- She whs on the point of sending a money order for $3.50 to her brother Jack, stranded out in a weetem state, sick, forlorn and unahte to help himself. The thred doltars and a half represented numberless little sacrifices on Delia's part. She walked to and from her work to save carfare. She wore shoes whose aoles were replaced each morning by new ones of pasteboard, deftly fitted into place by Della’s own fingers. She had reduced her midday meal to rolia and a glass of milk, and she grudged the dime she spent for that modest fare. Fifty dollars would bring Jack home. Della turned her eyes to the poster and read on! "Fifty dollars reward will be paid for information leading to the ap prehension of Leonard Bunting, last aeon near the village of Porter Falls, Pa. He is five feet eleven In height, weighs about a hundred and sixty, and has noticeably heavy eyebrows. The tin of the little finger of the right hand is missing. When last seen be wore a closely cropped brown mustache. His manner Is gentlemanly.” Accompanying this description was a likeness of Mr. Leonard Bunting, which Della studied with a fascinated curiosity. He was a rather good looking young man for an evildoer, she decided, as far aa it was possible to Judge from his counterfeit presentment. which was somewhat blnrred and indistinct. But this thought was Immediately lost sight of in the pleasurable pretense that she wa* about to send Jack a money order for SSO, gained by surrendering Leonard Bunting to Justice. Then Jack would be home by the first of the week. It cost her a pang when she came back to reality, and slipped the blue slip which stood for exactly $3.50 Into the envelope. She had waited so long at the window that she would not have had time for much in the way of luncheon. even if her funds bad been, ample. She gave her order. “Rolls and milk." Delia was young and healthy, and paid the penalty In a clamorous appetite. She sniffed hungrily and felt a little faint. “If I get that S6O reward," thought Della, with a whimsical smile. “Fll save enough of It out for a gc*>d sirloin with plenty of gravy. Then she became aware that the young man next her was holding the menu card In her direction ’’Have you seen this?" he asked oour teously.

“I've given my order, tharks." Delia began her reply unconcernedly enough, but jumped before she finished. For the hand extended toward her was slightly mutilated. The end of the Httle finger was missing. The young man did not notice her start. He resumed his study of ttiw card, and a moment later gave his order. Apparently an" uneasy conscience had not decreased his appetite

Meanwhile, oTer her rolls and milk. Delia was stealing glances in his direction. No; there could be no mistake. Dark, with heavy eyebrows, and gentlemanly manners, and more significant than all. the misaing tip of the little, finger. The disappearance the brown mustache changed his appearance slightly, yet he bore sufficient resemblance to the rough cut tn the pcfttofflce to be easily identified. Delia's heart thumped as she made her plans. Bhe must finish her rolls, of course. It would not'do to arouse his suspicions. And them she would slip out quietly, and lgy the case before the big policeman nt the crossing. He was a blue-eyed policeman. She w'tmld tall the policeman, and the policeman would do the rest, and presently the *SO would put in an appearance, and Jack would come home. It was extraordinarily simple. The red-haired waitress Introduced a new factor. Della had felt a strong Interest In the red-hatred waitress ever since the morning -when her swollen eyelids were eloquent of long weeping, and Della had asked her If anything was the matter. The* waltre« had explained that' she had dropped a tray that morning, and the manager had threatened to discharge rfwr. “He *aya m hare to go next tkne," sniffed the red-haired waitreas. "And I’ve got a mother to take care of. It makes me feel like drowning .myself* Delia had tried to encourage her jby suggesting that perhaps there {would not be any neat time, and her Sympathy had [>ron the red haired IgfeTs affections. As she passed now, Vttb t \Vjwl of soup, she smiled In

By HARRIET LUMMIS SMITH

Delia's direction and paid che penalty for the momentary distraction of her attention. The bowl of soup lurched. Its contents distributed themselves over the person Of the young man next Della. '‘Hello!’’ said the young man. For a criminal with a reward offered for hflis apprehension, he had his nerves under excellent control He turned to see the face of the red-haired girl g 6 a deadly white, while behind her towered the figure of the manager, whose scowl needed no explanation. The young man emptied his pocket of soup and addressed the manager. “All my fault,” he said. “Eh? What’s that?” The man ager's face began to clea.r. „ "All my fault,” the young man repeated, with kindly mendacity,“stuck out my elbow Just as the girl was passing. , She couldn’t help it.” "Oh, all right,” said the manager, looking relieved, but though Delia had finished her rolls and milk, she was In no h*ste lo go in s'eafch of a policeman. It was strange how that falsehood had altered her feelings toward Mr, Leonard Bunting. He mi&ht be a criminal, but he had a kind heart. To deliver him up to Justice seemed out of the question. There was a throbbing at her temples aa she thought of his danger. Even now, some eye might be on him, noting the mtßstng finger (Ip and the gentlemanly manner. She leaned toward him breathlessly. “ob, please," she said, “you oughtn’t to stay here. It isn't safe.” He looked toward her genially. "Too much soup?" he. inquired, but Della was in no mood to smile.

“I know all about it There's a description. of you hanging up ift the postofßce, aftd SSO reward for your apprehension.” “Dear me!” exclaimed the young man. He gave her a sidelong glance. “Do you really think,” he began earnestly, “that anybody would hand over another human creature to spend years In prison for the sake of a paltry SSOT Sometimeßn TeHow does a v'rong thing and then wants to turn over a new leaf. Nobody would want to clap him under lock and key—for $50.” Della shivered. “They might not know about your being sorry,” she said slowly, as If trying to justify something to herself. “And they might need S6O dreadfully. If you had a brother sick out west, and no way to get him home, for Instance.” ”Apple pie,” said the young man to the waitress. “See here,” he said, leaning forward earnestly over the wedge of pie. “If anybody : s going to get the reward for my apprehension I’d rather It would he you. Suppose you let me finish my dessert, and then I'll go along with you and you can deliver me up to justice and riaim the reward.” “O, no! No!” Delia cried so vehemently that a woman at the next table turned and looked at her curiously. She lowered her voice at once. - “!’d rather die than do it,” she declared “But you were going to, weren't you, so as to bring your brother home?” “Yes, but that was before — When I saw how kind you were, trying to keep that poor girl from losing her place, 1 knew I never could do it." “I only suggested that as a possibility,” said the young man with caution.

“O, please don’t say that,” the begged. “Please go somewhere and be perfectly honest and pay back the money you took little by little.” The young man laid down his nftpkin and looked at her fixedly. "Have you quite finished?” he asked with his pleasantly deferential manner. “Then suppose we go outside.” He paid her ( heck ao well as his own. and Della was too distracted to notice. • As they passed out of the restaurant, side by side, the figure of the blue-eyed policeman suddenly rose before them. Delia's head swam. Some one else had been on the watch. Her companion’s voice broke in on her mad thought. . "How are you, FogKart >?“ “How's yoursilf, Mlsther Manway," said the big policeman, grinning. “Folnc day, jsorr.” • “It is that,” said the young matt with Della. Then he took her firmly by the arm, for she had swayed slightly. They walked on together, his hand supporting her. Presently she lifted a pale little face, that was all one question.

“fco, I’m not Hunting.” It was thua he answered her eyes. “I saw tha bill iff" the postofflee myself, and was Impressed by the resemblance. But ray name is Manway. I'm in the men's furnishing goods place.” “Oh, dear! • I’m afraid I'm dreadfully late.” . “What, time do you finish?*’ “Oh, 1 don't know. About half-past —fete” * —' — l —

J.TU be waiting for you.” said, Mr. Manway, deliberately. “There are some things I want to talk over with you. 1 think perhaps we can fix‘lt up —about getting your brother home.”

Mr. Manway was as good as his word. He made arrangements for Jack's return, and Incidentally for several other things, jack came horn* just In time for ths wedding.

Is Life Imprisonment Worse than Death?

THERE are times when a hush, a stillness that is awful In its intensity, falls over a courtroom! The trial has dragged out its painful length, the evidence is in, the pleas have been made and the Jury has returned a verdict expressed in’ that one short .AngloSaxon word, “Guilty.” The convicted mmderer rises to his feet at the command of the judge. He stands up to receive the measured sentence of the law. Every eye in the courtroom is turned upon him and every ear is strained to catch the words that will mean life or death to the unfortunate who stands upright to meet the blow. If you stood in his place would you hope for those ominous words, ‘‘Hanged by the neck until dead,” or would you welcome a sentence of “life imprisonment?” If you knew That “life imprisonment” meant just what it is supposed to mean and that there was no hope of escape, no hope of pardon, nothing but the long months reaching Into drab monotonous, loathsome years of loneliness, would you still choose to cling to the life that was in you? The legal world was shocked and the public was horrified by the plea of Albert A. Patrick, convicted murderer of the millionaire, William Marsh Rice, who demanded* death rather than life imprisonment. In a remarkable document he tried to reject clemency that saved him from the electric chair, him life imprisonment in the place of death. His petition recited this, as his principal reason: “Life imprisonment is a far severer punishment than death in any form." This action of his has no parallel in the court records of the United States. It was a remarkable assertion made by a remarkable criminal. It caused many jurists to wonder if, after all, the deprivation of liberty ought to be allowed to take the place of the death penalty. Judge Kavanaugh’s Opinion. A Chicago courtroom listened recently to a strange address made by Judge Marcus Kavanaugh, Joseph. Welcome, the prisoner at the bar, had pleaded “guilty" to the charge of murder. It was a crime of peculiarly aggravating circumstances. Welcome had driven his wife from home. He followed her to the boarding house of Mrs. Mary McLean and a quarrel ensued. Enraged by her avowed intention of quitting him forever, he drew a revolver and shot her down. In attempting to save' the life of the unfortunate woman Mrs. McLean was killed by a bullet from the degenerate’s weapon. Moved by the plea of guilty and his appeal for the mercy of the court, the Jury fixed Welcome’s punishment at life imprisonment. When the prisoner rose to receive the sentence. Judge Kavanaugh said: "Welcome, you committed a terrible crime. Your punishment is to be more terrible stilL When your wife sought to escape you shot her. It was no fault of yours that she lived and that you, in fact, then killed another woman who was making useful way in the world. You could hardly get

PRONOUNCING THE LIFE SENTENCE

twelve men in the box who would not inflict the death penalty upon you, yet it is the policy of the lav?., to regard a plea of some measure of itself a mitigation. “The instinctive, unreasoning horror of mankind regards death as the most severe punishment. This idea is not correct. You are now to receive a sterner punishment: Yojir victim died l)ut once. You \till die a hundred times. You will suffer more the day you put on your prison clothes than she did in her death. “After that there will be only the hopeless, painful years, from day to day, from month to month, stretching out forever and in agony. In four or five years the eternal solitude and silence will begin to crush in jtipon you like an iron weight. “You are so elated now at the thought of saving your life that you, don’t realize all this. I want you and the others here in this courtroom to understand it. You are not sorry yet for your crime. You have only a great self-pity. “There will be few worse men than you in that big prison, but I may say the law has taken its full and ample revejage upon you.” Welcome has now entered upoa-the monotonous round of the “Living Death” that Judge Kavanaugh described. He is now a “thing” in striped clothes, a number that has its home in the heart of a great mass of stone and steel and concrete, watched by riflemen on forbidding walls, the great state prison at Joliet. It 1b possible that he has already glimpsed something of the punishment that is to be his, so long as breath and reason remain within his body. Was Judge Kavanaugh right? Is it true that life imprisonment is a more terrible punishment than the extinction of the criminal? no men die a hundred deaths where their victims died but one? His pronouncement is new, so far as the bench is concerned. It has been debated, however, for generations by philosopher's and students. Cold reason tells the human mind that death would be preferable to a life lived in the narrow confines of steel cages and stony corridors, but every criminal welcomes the alternative of imprisonment all his days when actually confronted by the gallows or the electric chair. Judge Kavanaugji’s speech to the condemned man serves to awaken interest in that last and greatest of the powers of the state, the right to take human life. In all civilized countries in the world, with one exception, the death penalty is exacted of the murderer and the traitor. Italy is the single exception, but rarely an attempt to secur* itW ownmutation of a murder's sehteitcfc in that country. When he is finally,, sentenced, it is the end, for there !»' no hope of pardon except in the- most undoubted case? of innocence, and thus far the prison gates of that country have never swung open to release a murderer. In America there is always hope so long as there is life.

THE BOUDOIR

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THE LURE OF THE FUR

MAKEB UNFAILING APPEAL TO , WOMEN OF*TABTE. Introduction of Fur Accessories or Trimmings Necessary to Place Cloak, Suit or Gown in UsWinter Class. There is something about combination of fur and lace or fur and other sheer fabrics that makes an unfailing appeal to women of elegant tastes. It id as If it were always summer in the gay land of fashionables and the introduction of fur necessary to place the coat or wrap or gown in the winter

season. Therefore we have draped gowns showing chiffon with fur border or the flimsiest, and most charming, of net Tfr chiffon sleeves finished with bands of fur. There is a hint of the regal in fine furs and wearing them lends an* “air" to the costume which Is over with fine lace. Tennyson re-

minds us that “splendor, dear to wommen” marks the choice of their apparel. Fur is everywhere introduced In

LARGER WAISTS IN STYLE

Pans Made the Law and Everyone Has Followed It Joyously. Most certainly very small waists are not today a necessity In beauty culture; Indeed, some classic statues dressed in Parisian modes might pass muster now; twenty-six inches is none too big, even „ twenty-eight inches. Paris made the law. and every one followed it joyously; even the stays, pull as you may, will not give you a small waist. It is even rumored that Frenchwomen pad the front of the figure, to cause it to appear straight It is not the waist 7 we have to reduce, hut the hips; the one desideratum is to keep them to the straight line. Catherine de Medici, when she introduced the bone corset, made thirteen inches the right size for the waist, and many a woman at court sacrificed her life to attain it. There is no necessity to have long bones to keep in the hips; coutil or brocade may be cut so as to confine the dimensions. Digestive organs are now left full and easy play; but we do not want to get too tubelike, which seems the special danger of the moment

New Table Mats.

Embossed table mats, covers and pillow tops are used this season by all up-to-date housekepers. These are In two layers, the upper one being embossed. These come in two tones of the same color.

New Hatpins.

Among the newest hatpins are those mounted with birds' heads, small tufts of fancy feathers, a pair of tiny outspread wings and a hundred and one other varieties.

millinery, scarfs, gowns and fancy muffs. Tho fad of the season is hat and muff to match with a satin scarf which may or may not be bordered with fur. The pretty lady In decollete gown with big fur muff and hat, may appear at once inconsistent and charming to the masculine observer, but she is riot really depending on her fur accessories as a means of keeping warm. She is wearing them for effect and provides herself this season with an ample and enveloping cloak, worn In the fashion of an Indian blanket, and for real warmth. This apparent shapelessness in cloaks Is another Instance of deceptive appearances for every fold in the drapery Is carefully considered by the maker. All those who possess good furs should take the best care of them. They are growing more precious from year to year, as the demand outruns the supply. But in millinery there will be no lack for millinery furs are clever imitations, as a rule.

JULIA BOTTOMLEY.

Embroidery Substitute.

This season of lovely and costly flowered chiffons and nets, the girl who sighs for them in vain can evolve a creditable substitute if she is skilled with her needle. Let her embroider on Paris muslin, or handkerchief linen flowers and foliage in any color and size preferred. These can be worked in Kensington stitch and shade, but Wallachian stitch is rapid and easy. " The sprays can then be appliqued to Brussels net for blouses or whole gowns. The work can also be done directly on chiffon** by basting tissue paper underneath to give body to the embroidery. The paper Is easily pulled away later. Many different kinds of flowers are found in the patterns for Wallachian embroidery and the ingenuity of the worker will show how they can be artistically applied. The flowers can he embroidered in a single tone to give monochrome effects, but it Is newer to shade them and not much more trouble.

Hatpin Novelties.

A long-felt want has been supplied by the appearance of neatly boxed hatpin sets. The box contains six pins of different lengths, which will be appreciated by the woman who has struggled to adapt long pins to small hats and vice versa, and has eight heads of different colors of mother-of-pearl, or jewels, which may be screwed onto any length pin desired. Another hatpin novelty is one having double points. It is shaped like a huge hairpin, whiclji is thrust through the hat, securing it more firmly than a single pin -does, and onto the two points are then screwed fancy heads.

Cameos Utilized.

Huge cameo brooches of former days are now once more brought out for the trimming of dresses. One of the latest freaks is to have a monster cameo within a gilt framo and a circle of enamel in the color prevailing in the gown. It Is then inserted as a buckle in the soft folds of the girdle, forming a shield in the center of the back, the front being left plain.

DASHING LITTLE ULSTER.

This dashipg little ulster model might be Used for a storm coat or a Quite smart garment of cloth or velvet. Here the material employed is a novelty wool coating in red and brown, a handsome satin In the same led lining the. garment all through. *