Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 127, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 May 1911 — Page 2

White Roses

By CELIA MYBRVER ROBINSON

The room was bright with the soft light of shaded lamps and the red *k»w of an open fire and redolent of the spicy breath of roses. On a little spindle-legged table the blossoms were glowing in a mass of deepest crimson. Their heavy fragrance made Margaret's head throb and she pressed her hands to her eyes, wearily. In her ears the applause was still ringing. From pit to gallery the storm had swept and again and again she had been recalled. When she had, with difficulty, eluded the blackcoated throng about the stage entrance, she had sunk back in the cushioned depths of the barouche, too weary to do more than smile faintly In appreciation of her manager’s extravagant praises. Prom the little church on the corner came to her the hymning of the choristers, practicing the Sunday music, their fresh glad voices rising exultantly. She put her hands to her ears, as it to shut out the sound, and then, crossing the room, seated herself at the Piano, touching the keys softly. At first her fingers wandered idly, caressingly. bat after awhile they evoked a plaintive little air, and she sang, her glorious voice filling the room with melody. She broke off with a little discordant note and leaned her head against the music rest, like a tired child. Presently she rose and stood regarding herself in a long glass. Her cloak bad fallen to the floor and she stood revealed in all the magnlflcance of her stage gown, glittering with Jeweled trimmings and billowy with costly lace. The coils of her hair were thrust through and through with jeweled pins and about her throat was a necklace of diamonds. She turned ber bead this way and that, watching the gems flash and sparkle. Then she drew from the bosom of her gown a note and read the words again that ■he had read and reread many times, m smile of scorn curving her lips. He had sent her the note with the diamonds and the roses this morning, and tonight she had promised him an answer. It waa much that he offered her—wealth, position and an old, if tarnished, name—and his love! She drew the crimson roses from the bowl and then thrust them back with a gesture of loathing. They were too heavy, too sweet, too gorgeous. They reminded her tog, forcibly ol him. They suggested too strongly the dollars and cents expended on them. She sank into a carved chair, and, taking a photograph from a silver holder on the desk looked critically at the cynical, worldworn face. As she pushed the picture back into the holder a pile of letters met her eye; she remembered that her maid had reminded her of her mail, cm her return from the theater, but in the crowding thoughts which had submerged her, she had forgotten it. She pushed aside the letters contemptuously. She was used to. and weary of the effusions. But as she pushed them from her a little oblong box met her eye, and beside it, addressed in the same handwriting, lay a letter. With a smothered exclamation 6he bent nearer, and her face showed oddly white under the rouge. With trembling fingers she tore open the letter and read: “My Little Love: “You will doubtless be surprised to hear from me. In your new and gorgeous surroundings the old life must seem to you like a dream; the old friends, like people of a dream. But to me you are ever the same Margaret —my little love. “Even in this sleepy village rumors of your great fame come to us. I hear you have the world at your feet But It haa not spoiled you, I know. For your beautiful voice and your beautiful face, Ged gave you a beautiful soul. You will grow weary of your gaudy, empty life some day, for love must conquer in the end. “I passed our old trystlng place today. The roses were in bloom all ■bout it A rush of old memories came to me and I plucked some of the half-opened buds to send to you. "Goodbye, my dear, my dear, “With faith and love, .

"R." She tore tie cover from the box and drew out a cluster of white roses. From the flowers In her hand she looked at the crimson blooms In the bowl, and again at the blossoms in her hand; little blossoms they were, looking insignificant and meagre beside their regal sisters, but she pressed them to her lips, a rush of tears blinding her. Then she bowed her head upon her hands —not sobbing—only remembering. The noises of the street grew faint and far; Instead, the grass was green beneath her feet, the sky was blue overhead, and under a canopy of little white roses she stood, her head upon her lover’s breast, listening to the first whispers of love. The lumbering of some heavy vehicle roused her. With a sudden impetuous movement she unclasped the diamond necklace from aoout her throat and heaped it in a glittering pile upon the desk, and tossed the photograph upon the glowing coals. Then she rose, white and trembling; the voices of the choristers still hmynlcg in the grey old church,

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came to her. She stood listening, with the roses crushed to ber breast. After a while she went Into the room beyond, and. kneeling down, drew from a drawer an oblong package. She shook out the folds of s white muslin gown and smoothed it caressingly. a, Laughing softly, she slipped out of the heavy, silken gown and donned the simple white one. She let down her heavy hair and braided it in one long plait, washed the rouge from her cheeks, and pinned the white roses in the laces at her throat Then she went back to the sitting room and stood before the mirror, regarding, with grave eyes, the face that looked back at her; no longer that of a world-worn woman, but of a radiant girl. The little maid stared when she entered with a card, but Margaret was too engrossed to note her surprise. “I will see him," she said, and there was a hard note in her voice. She was standing with her back to the door and at first he did not recognise her, but as she turned and addressed him, he went forward dramatically. * “Ah, it is you, Madamolselle? It Is a new role, then? It is something that I have not seen before, is it not so? It is not Elsa, nor Marguerite, nor any of those others, and yet— Ah, Madamolselle, you are always beautiful, but tonight you are more than beautiful, you are —" She held up her hand. “No,” she said, “It Is not Elsa nor Marguerite, nor any of those roles that you have seen me play so many times. It Is an old role which I discarded years ago, but which I have resumed tonight, and which I hope to continue in throughout my life. It is a role which I have played many times, the only requisites of which are simplicity and truth, and the applause, the only applause worth while, the appreciation of truth and honest hearts.”

“When I came to the city,” she went on, "this great, throbbing city, with Its beautiful, sad, wicked life, I was a young girl, untutored in the hard lessons of the world. I had lived among people whose women were good and men honest and I thought all men and women good and honest When I think of the simple, untried girl I was and the dangers that menaced me, I shudder, even now. “But the world was good to me. My voice and the beauty men say I possess, stood me in good stead. The world offered me its poor best, and I was dazzled with its glitter and gleam. I was like a fly, caught in a golden web, fascinated and yet afraid. “Today, Monsieur, you asked me—you did me the honor to ask me to become your wife; you offered me wealth and position—" “And my love, Madamolselle.” “And your love. Tonight I give them back to you with these.” She held out the great string of diamonds. “You did me a great honor, and I thank you for it, but tonight an influence that has exerted itself throughout my life has spoken to my heart in a voice which cannot be silenced. And so I am going away. I am going back to the old role again, the role of the simple, happy, quiet iife. I shall marry a man who is not great, perhaps, as the world counts greatness, but who —” “But Madamoiselle, what of met Do I deserve no consideration? Am I to be thrust aside so? Surely I—■** “You cannot say anything of me—you cannot accuse me more mercilessly than I accuse myself. But because I have wronged you, would you have me make my wrong still deeper? My heart is far away in the southland tonight where these little white blossoms came from.” The Frenchman stood with bowed head. For the first time it came to her that it was given, even to this worldling, to love sincerely. A great pity, born of the new beauty and light in her own life, stirred within her heart She layed her hand for a moment on bis. •Forgive me,” she said. He raised her hand and kissed it, reverently. “Madamolselle,” he said earnestly, “do you know what you are relinquishing? Are you prepared to forego all the luxury, the pleasure, the splendor of your present life—to give up that which has become almost a part of your being?—to give up all this for a life narrow and petty—a life dull and, perhaps, even sordid?” She raised her head proudly, and he thought he had never seen her more beautiful than when she answered him. “No,” she said, “it is not sordid, and it will not be dull. Monsieur, It will be glorified by love.” For a moment he stood in silence. Then he raised his head and looked into the clear eyes: “Ahl Madamolselle, it is worth an eternity of misery—one hour of love such as that” He touched her hand again with his lips, and then went quickly from the room, without a backward glance. She sank down beside the window, resting her bowed head on her arms, and on the night air came to her the voices of the choristers, triumphant. Joyous.

AMERICAN POLO PLAYERS AT WORK

The Illustration given above shows two members of the American polo team practicing at Lakewood, N. J., for the purpose of getting themselves

MILLERS ARE RUNNING AWAY

Joe Cantillon’s American Association Team Starts Out With RushAll Teams Look Alike. Joe Cantillon’s merry Millers are converting the American association pennant race into a merry scramble second place and answering the question affirmatively that they can

Manager Joe Cantillon.

get along without “Daredevil” Dave Altizer and “Long Tom” Hughes. If the Millers had not won the pennant so decisively last year, it is quite possible there, would not be,so much concern in other camps. Philadelphia in the National league and Detroit in the American league amassed quite as large a margin, and yet critics except in those two cities do not expect

ON THE GUEEN DIAMOND

Heine Zimmerman rapidly is showing ’’he is there.” Fred Merkle smashed out a longdistance home run at New Tork. Babe Adams appears to be pitching the brand of 1909 ball this season. Teams may win and teams may lose, but the Tigers growl on forever. Young Wheat of Brooklyn promises to give Frank Schulte a race for slugging honors this season. “The White Sox made nearly as many hits this year as they did in the whole season of 1906,” said one fan. Johnson, the Highlanders’ shortstop, who has been shy on the batting end, woke up and batted out a borne run off Hall of Boston. Scout Fred Lake of the Browns is gum-shoeing around the Eastern league at present, but he has not dug up any players as yet. The Philadelphia fans say • that Hans Lobert is a much better third sacker than Eddie Grant. It does seem that way in the score so far. Del Galnor, the new first baseman of the Tigers, seems to be a real ball player. He has made good with the Detroit fans and Manager Jennings. Altizer, who was such a phenom in the American association, has been unable to fathom the wiles of the major leaguers. Downey is now on the Job. An Amherst collegian who knew Henry as a catcher says that if it were not for the fact that Henry would grow too fat waiting for a chance to replace Street the youngster would be a worthy performer la hla old position.

Preparing for Big Games.

Into condition for the big games with the English team. The championship games will start at Mineola on May 3L

the present leaders to land their respective pennants. But always there is wonderful respect for a previous winner and the hard-hitting Millers with their pitchers going fairly well are a tough proposition. Several of the games won by the Twin City outfit might almost as easily have been captured by the opposition, but it’s a habit of stronger clubs to win the close games. If the Millers continue their. present gait for another month much of the Interest in the ultimate disposition of the pennant will be dissipated in advance.

PLAYERS DON’T GET CHANCE

Manager Tenney Says Many Young- ; sters Not Given Opportunity to Prove Their Worth. > - “Many young ball players do not have a chance to prove theif worth with the big teams,” says Manager Tenney of the Boston Nationals. “They show enough ability in the minors to warrant scouts recommend-: ing them for purchase or draft, but when they report for duty they find there is so much competition that they must sit on the bench rather than display their skill. Soon they are turned back to the minors without a trial, and in many cases they become discouraged. Those are the very men' I want to build up my team. We haven’t had a chance to do much scouting, but we are willing to profit by the other clubs’ research. I can prove what I say by pointing to Goode and Clarke of my team. They have been with other big clubs but have never had a chance to play regularly until now. Constant practice and increased confidence in themselves have developed them into first-class ball players, and I would not displace them if I could. Experience is a big factor in the success of youngsters.”

Trying to kill the ball doesn’t kill it as often as it kills batting averages. Goode has a finished style In the outfield, judging fly balls well and making no fuss about getting under them. Thus far all the heavy hitting at New York teams has been done away from home—mostly in southern training. "Tris" Speaker, the Red Sox run maker, believes that the best kind of a batting average la one that la built while team on the sacks. Nashville, Tenn., is crowing over the fact that Sunday ball can be played there now. It la twenty-eight years since such a thing was possible before. The unconditional release handed Sam Leaver by the Pittsburg club marks the end of the big league career of one of the veterans who has done much far the Pirates. Anti-fat producers have been trying for years to reach Clyde Engle, but the handy man of the Red Sox has a treatment of his own. Hla early season speed is a testimonial. At least Fred Parent left Chicago something by which to remember him. His last game with the White Sox was: AB. R. H. SB. SH. P. A. E. Parent, 55..6 1 3 0 0 2 2 0 Suggestion for the baseball players’ 'brotherhood: As long as the White Rats refuse to appear on the stage with baseball players, why not get out injunctions preventing vaudeville artists from producing Alleged baseball plays and other sketches supposedly based on out of door aporta? .

TIP FROM FAN IS VALUABLE

Instances Art Many In Which Star Heads Suggestions Prom Blsachsrite—Swing Took One. Almost every ball player, in either the major or the minor leagues, ia able to tell of some occasion when his Immediate action waa influenced by some suggestion from the fans before whom he was playing -at the time. Ordinarily the players have a sort of contempt for the people in the stands, but once in a long while the latter come across for a great measure of appreciation. One of the most illuminating illustrations of the susceptibility of the player to the people sitting behind him was afforded one day when, in a close game, “Buck” Ewing, the greatest catcher of all history, was trying to hold a runner on second. There was also a runner on first and a hard bitter —Jake Stenzel by name—was at bat. / After Ewing had thrown the ball down to second three or four times a fan up is the stands yelled to him: “Why don’t you get that man at first —he’s half way down to second all the time?”

Ewing took the tip. Making a bluff to heave the ball to second, he suddenly turned and hurled it to first, getting the runner there by three or four yards. “A tip from the fans is worth two Trom the coachers,” said Ewing, as the umpire declared the man on first out, and the game was over. “Chief” Zimmer, one of the greatest backstops of his day, or, indeed, of any other day, tells of a time when he was catching a game for the old St. Louis club In New York. The score in the ninth inning was 2 to 1 In favor of St. Louis, but in the last half of the last inning the Giants got a man around to third base, with only one man out.

The batter lifted a foul fly way over beyond the left fielder’s reach. Zimmer set sail for it and easily could have made the catch. As he was putting out his hands for the ball a man in the 50-cent seats yelled: “Let it go, Zim; if you catch it the man on third will score.” Zimmer, In telling the story, said: "I let the ball go and It was only reckoned as a foul. On the next pitch the batter had struck out, and the next man filed out. “So there was one occasion when the advice of the fans was better than was the judgment of our coach or the advice of our captain.” John Clarkson, after his transfer from Chicago to Boston, used to tell of a time when a Hub fan came ta Ms relief in an emergency. Clarkson was pitching against his old teammates. The score was 2 to 1 In Boston’s favor, but every base waß occupied with a White Stocking and the count on “Pop” Anson at bat, was Just "three and two.” “Aim one at his head, John,” shouted a Chicago man In the grand stand. “He’s mad enough now to hit at anything." Without a second’s hesitation, Clarkson aimed the ball at the left temple of the White Stockings’ leader, and let it go. Swinging madly at the ball, Anson missed it by a foot, and the game was over.

FRED CLARKE MAKES RECORD

Although Handicapped by Injured Leg Manager of Pittsburg Pirates Gets Ten Putouts. While a larger number of putouts have been reported made during a single game in minor leagues, it remained for Fred Clarke, one of the “old men" of the Pittsburg club, to establish a record for major league ball. Fted’s ten putouts during the Cardi-nal-Pirate game the other day established a mark that has never been equaled In the “big show,” and the probabilities are that it will stand for some time to come. Only twice, so far as known, has Manager Clarke’s performance been equaled lq any kind of a league. Oh September 10, 1896, .Dick Harley, playing center field for the Springfield (Mass.) club, came through with eleven putouts. On August 17, 1897, Shorty Slagle, playing with Grand Rapidß, chalked up an even dozen putouts. When President Dreyfus was informed of Clarke’s work, also that he

Fred Clarke.

had injured one of hts legs prior to the game, he said: “I wonder what Fred would have done had he injured both legs!”

"Phillie” Quartette.

Manager Charley Dooln, who is baseball’s sweetest singer, is thinking of organising a Phiille quartette of himself, Earl Moore, Dode Paskert and Jack Rowan and going on the road at the end of the. baseball season. Dooln believes that such a stunt would prove a big attraction.

TO PREPARE SWEETS

SOME RECIPES THAT WILL BE FOUND OF VALUE. Exact Ingredients for Chocolate Cake —Best Method of Making Icing— For Good Apple Butter—Ex- . cel lent Strawberry Jam. Chocolate Cake. —Take six tablespoons ground chocolate, three tablespoons sweet milk, three tablespoons white sugar, stir together, set on back of stove to scald; then cream together half a cup batter and one cup sugar; add half a cup sweet milk, one and a half cups flour' (measure before sifting), one • teaspoon baking po.wder sifted in the flour, yolks of three eggs well beaten, one tablespoon vanilla; stir well together; add whites of three eggs, well beaten, then the melted chocolate last. Bake In moderate oven.

Icing.—Two cups white sugar, threefourths cup sweet milk, piece of butter 4 size of an eggs; boil together 16 minutes or until it hairs from the fork; take from the fire and whip to thick cream; put between the layers. This is good baked as loaf cake. Good Apple Butter. —Put three quarts of pure grape juice and one cup vinegar in a vessel; when hot add sugar, cinnamon, allspice, cloves and nutmeg to taste (some like it very sweet and lots of spices). I generally use ground spices. However, If you use the whole spices, put them Into a piece cheese cloth and Just let them boil in the butter until flavored to suit your taßte; then you can lift the sack out. Peel and slice good cooking apples as for sauce until you think you have enough to cook nicely in your Juice; then cook down until It suits your taste and seal. You can keep it without being sealed if you cook it down every once in a while. Stir often; no water is used. Strawberry Jam. —Eight pounds of strawberries; allow half pound of sugar to each pound of fruit; five cups current juice, five cups sugar. Placs the berries with four pounds of sugar over the fire, boil one hour, then add the currant juice, and when boiling the five cups of sugar, which have been heated In the oven. Stir until melted and boll 20 minutes longer. Fill Jelly glasses and seal as for jelly., A Pointer for Pie. —Never set a pie Dn a flat surface when removing from the oven. Use a flatiron stand or wire teapot stand. This prevents steamed, soaked and soggy under pie crust. Three table forks placed so that the tines meet In one point In the center will let the air circulate under when one has not the stands.

Chow Chow and Head Cheese.

Green Tomato Chow Chow.—One peck green tomatoes, 12 onions, quarter pound mustard seed, two tablespoons cinnamon, two tablespoons cloves, two tablespoons allspice, two tablespoons black pepper, two tablespoons ginger, one pound sugar; .cover with vinegar and boil gently one and a half hoars. Head Cheese. —Get from the butcher half a hog’s head; boil until so tender the meat leaves the bone; then chop the meat fine and season with plenty of black pepper and a little sage; chop a little garlic, so'&k It in water and pour water on meat. Take a little of the water the {neat has been boiled in and pour over the meat and boil for a few minutes; then pour In a mold to cool.

Spiced Sirup.

Into a saucepan put one-half cup of sugar, and one cup of water. Let :ome to a boil and then simmer slow-

ly until thick and sirupy. Then add a little lemon juice and one-fourth tear spoon of cinnamon and a pinch of doves. Simmer a minute longer, then pour over the baked apples and stand iway in a cool place. Serve with iream or just plain. I usually omit the ;ream. I often make double the' imount of sirup, sometimes omitting ill spices and sometimes using ginger (to taste) in place of cinnamon ind clove.

Boiled Custard.

Scald one quart of milk, beat four eggs and four tablespoons of,sugar together and one-quarter teas poopful of saltr* mix one large teaspoon ful of cornstarch in a little cold milk and cook in scalded milk ten minutes. Pour the boiling milk over the sugar and eggs and cook five minutes. Remove and set In cold water, stir until almost cold, then add one teaspoonful of vanilla. This custard can be used for sliced cake or fruit

Cleaning a Wall.

For cleaning the dirt and smoke f~om a papered wall, be sure to have plenty of clean cloths and wipe carefully a little space at a time. Do not use a cloth after it is much soiled, even if you have to stop, wash and dry the cloths.

Spice Cookies.

Three cups sugar, one of butter, onelalf cup of milk, two eggs, one-half teajpoou soda, one-half teaspoon cream tartar, spice with nutmeg, cinnamon ind extract of lemon. Mix atiff and roll thin. Very nice.

New Shoes.

. New walking shoes sometimes “slip” at the heels and cause a nasty blister. This can be prevented by rubbing the inside of the soles at the heal mfore putting them on with a piece jf dry soap. ... \