Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 159, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 July 1911 — Page 3

STUPID TIM

Leonora laid down her mandolin and took up a book. Ten minutes later she tossed aside the book and went over to the piano. She played whimsically for a quarter of an hour —and banged down the lid impatiently. Then she crossed the room to a window and, parting the green velvet curtains, peered frowningly out at the snow-blanched air. At last she turned and walked over to the fireplace, her eyes seeking for the fifteenth time the good-natured face of the old clock on the mantel. Only three! Another hour, at least, to wait The imperative tinkling of the door bell caused her heart to bound foolishly. Perhaps—! But before the conjecture was finished, a maid entered with a note, and handed it to the girl. It was without address or envelope and Leonora opened It a little curiously. The writing inside was familiar enough, and brought the blood splurging into her soft cheeks. The lines were scribbled In haste, apparently, with a pencil, and ran: “Impossible for me to keep- engagement this afternoon. Something more Important on hand. Will have to see you later, when more at leisure. “TOM.” ♦ The paper slipped to the floor from Leonora’s nerveless fingers. The angry crimson slowly dyed her temples. “Something more important!" —“see you when .more at leisure!” With a sudden gesture of contempt, she picked up the note and tore it in two; then she threw it into the fire, and with an indescribable look on her face, stood watching It blaze and char and vanish completely. What a wretched simpleton she had t been, to be sure, to have wasted her time and her love on a creature like - tMa - Th® bitter- tears -horneyes and made scalding tracks down her quivering cheeks. What should she do? What could she do? After Tom Bateman’s deliberate Insult, what was there to do but put him out of her life forever? When she had gathered up the shattered ends of her self-control, Leonora went slowly upstairs to her room and sat down before her desk. She pulled open a drawer and took out two letters lying there. One was from young Bateman —the last one he had written —and In which he had begged permission to come to her on this very afternoon, hinting openly words he intended to speak; that he had spoken, In fact. In a hundred little ways since he had known her. The other letter was from her cousin, Billy Townsend. Billy had been very djjar to her ever since the days of pinafores and pigtails; he had never let. a month go by without making some allusion to the time when they should be married. And in reality, she would doubtless have consented to share her future with Billy, had it not been for Tom Bateman’s sudden appearance on the horizon of her life —growing closer and closer Into the very fiber of it till everything In the whole world had seemed transformed. With a little sobbing catch of her breath, Leonora unfolded her cousin’s tetter and read: “Dearest Leo: “It’s no use, I suppose, but I’m not going to quit without one more stagger. If you are sure It's quite hopeless, tell me so, and I’ll never bother you any more. But you know, girlie, that my heart is always in the same place—right in the hollow of your jwn little hand —and if, at any time, you need me, or want me, just say so, and I’ll spend my life making you happy. As ever and always. J “BILLY.” Again the tears ran down the girl’s cheeks, but this Jime they were a different sort of tears. Dear, generous ’ Billy! He had seen the perilous path ' jhe was treading, had divined the chasm at the end of it, and In his tactful, big-hearted way, was offering her * the protection of his home and love In her mortification and disappointment Under the swift influence of her gratitude, she seized a pen from the rack and wrote rapidly: “Dear Billy: “I want you—and need you. Meet ytne at Delcey’s at half-past five. I am too, restless to stay here. “LEO." She summoned the maid and dispatched her Immediately to Townsend’s office with the note. Then she dressed herself quickly and went out Into the street, to walk herself, if possible, into some semblance of calm. At exactly half-past five, she turned the corner and walked half a block down, to Delcey’s. The first thing that met her eyes was her cousin's big green car. He was sitting In front, with his cap drawn over his eyes, and his fur-coat buttoned close up to his throat The girl approached him rapidly, her head bent slightly, against the keen lash of the snow. “Oh, Billy!” was all she could say, when she got up to him. He made room for her, and she. sprang in beside him. The next in-, stant they were whirling off down the glistening avenue. "Why did you send to* <ne. this way?” whs th® first question he asked “Because,' she answered simply, “because I wanted you.’* “I'm r.frald there’s been a mistake somewhere." His voice was grave, but the whir of the machine, and the wind in their faces, drowned all. accent completely.

BY NELLIE CRAVEY GILLMORE

Leonora shot a swift query at him. “A—a mistake?” site questioned sharply. “Yes. Tom Bateman’s wild about you. And —forgive me, Leo, but I believe I was right in supposing that you—that you cared for him." The girl said nothing, but a little half-sob caught In her throat “Was I?” They were going perceptibly Slower now, and it was not difficult to catch the tremor In Leonora’s tone. “You—you have no right to ask me such a question, Billy.” The answer was sufficient, and for several minutes they sped on in si-, lence. Presently, the m3n turned and said: “At least, dear, 1 know there has been some sort of trouble. You sent so me,, to tell me. Now what was it, Leo?” She hesitated a moment, then told him everything, of Bateman’s attentions to her, his letter asking permission to come—and the insulting note that followed. When she had finished the man at her side drew a deep breath; but all he said was “Ah!” Ten minutes later, he ran the machine up to Leonora’s door and jumped out, assisting her to the pavement The leaden sky had just released a hurricane of snowy feathers and the keen wind was whipping crimson roses into the girl’s cheeks. She waited while her companion removed the goggles from his eyes, her heart beating turgidly as she speculated on the possible outcome of her letter. “Come In for a little while and get warm, Billy,* she said, “then we can talk." He turned. It was Tom Bateman! The color fled from Leonora’s face. stiffly. - “I beg yours,” he interposed, coming toward her, “Miss Winston; what must you thought of me?” She made no answer, but stood regarding him coldly, a bewildered light in her eyes. “Where is Billy?” she demanded. "Down at his office, where he’s been all afternoon: As luck would have it, I was there with your cousin when your note came to him. I had just confided my intentions to him and was on the eve of going to you. Neither of us could understand your attitude. Billy could not leave his work; he is a very good friend of mine, .beside he made- me go in his place. When I saw that you did not recognize me, I purposely kept up the deception because I wanted to know the truth.” , ■ “But —that note —” she protested, indignantly, the hot blood circling her cheeks. To Leonora’s amazement, Tom Bateman laughed outright. Her head went up with a swift touch of pride. “All that stupid Tim’s doing,” he explained as they ascended the steps. “After having been here nlne-hundred-and-ninety-nihe times with notes for you, it looks as if young Timothy O’Brien would have had betters sense than to bring a note Intended for Dick Chestnut here to you, doesn’t it?” Leonora dimpled in spite of herself. “It looks as if you might have been a little careful in addressing your communications.” Bateman reddened. "As if a man in my fix had any sense at all. sweetheart!" “Anyway,” said Leonora as they entered the door, ““I am glad even Timothy thinks I’m the only one you can write notes to.” She was very close to him now; the corridor was deserted. He closed the door softly and took her in his arms.

Hitchcock’s Hungry Raiders.

The evening following the famous raid of the postoffice department on the big brokerage firm of Burr Bros., in New York, Postmaster General Hitchcock received the newspaper men in his hotel room to give them any Information they desired about the raid. He paid a high tribute to the ten picked Inspectors who had pulled off the job, and then stood leaning against a door 'for a long time, answering the questions fired at him. When the reporters had left, he said: "I haven’t had7a bite to eat for more than 12 hours.” He stepped Into the next room, where the Inspectors were waiting. “You fellows hungry?” he asked. “A little,” replied one of them. “A lot!” answered another. “None of us has had a mouthful for the past 24 hours.” Whereupon Hitchcock and his ten terrible raiders went to a restaurant, and ate neaity everything the "place had in readiness.—Popular Magazine.

By Their Smoke.

Uncle Hiram stroked his whiskers and watched the big touring car as it whizzed past him and up the road, emitting a trail of bluish smoke from Its oil-choked engine. “Huh!” he sniffed. “Them may be swell city fellers, but they certainly was a-smokln’ some', durn orful see-gars.”—Tit-Bits.

Mixed Ethics.

"There is a matter of principle to be considered In the means you are using to get this right, way.” • "What is it!" ’ "It is the way of right”

THE lack of shown by Larry Waterbury, No. 1 of the Meadowbrook polo team, in the first of the international matches is explained by the accompanying photograph, which shows vividly the bad tumble that Mr. Waterbury sustained early in the first period. He says he played the remainder of the game in so dazed condition that he remembers nothing' of it until the sixth period, when the turning point came in favor of the home team.

Craze For Silk Stockings

Women Will Steal to Flaunt Their Natty Ankles. sr or partment Store Gives His Views— Chorus Girls Are Especially Good Buyers. Chicago.—A Judge, a lawyer and a physician discussed from their respective view points the significance of' the silk-stocking craze which Is sweepinjg the country. According to the census report just Issued the number of pounds of silk and spun silk yarn used In manufacturing stockings and sox increased from 266,000 to 980,000, an advance of 280 1 per cent.. In ten years. The gain In Chicago has been tremendous and W. G. Spoerl, manager of the stocking department -of a State street department store, declares that Chicago has gone silkstocking mad. At least 1,000,000 pairs of shapely anklfes, both masculine and feminine, are clad In the daintiest silk, according to'Mr. Spoerl. “Even salesgirls whose salaries may not be over $lO or sl2 a week insist upon having silk hosiery,” said Mr. Spoerl. “I have tried to tell them the cheaper hosiery would be more in keeping with the positions they occupy, but they will not listen and insist upon having the very best Prices for the simon pure article range from 50 cents to $1.50 a pair. Embroidered hose are quoted at $1.50 a pair, but the demand for this article Is not noticeable. “Women will steal to get silk stockings,” said Judge Beitler. “Some women will take desperate chances, turning shoplifters and -petty thieves to gratify their desire to flaunt a natty ankle. They seem to regard hosiery as an Index to breeding and an expression of good taste. When taking the witness stand a woman almost Invariably lifts the edge of her skirt just high enough to display her style of hosiery. They like silk stockings; let ’em have what they like always." “Chorus girls are especially gooii buyers of silk hosiery, and other women almost universally follow their lead. It Is a woman’s one fad, and the business has boomed in ten years to Immense proportions. Ten years ago there were only two factories turning' out silk hose. Today there are at least twenty-five. Men are not so particular about having the pure silk, and are content with an Imitation or a half silk. The advent of the

U. S. Lags at Flying Game

Clifford Harmon Thinks French Machines Are Better Than Those Manufactured Here. New York. —Clifford Harmon, amateur aviator, who Is just back from a trip to Europe, thinks America Is being outstripped in the flying game. “They are too fast for us over there." he says. “They are flying every day and have big machines. We have nothing here that can compete with the French machines. I don’t know what the future will 'bring forth.” With regard to his own plans, he says he is going to make experiments with water planes. ”1 have a big Farman biplane.” said he, “and tq that I shall add a hydroplane attachment and also a catamaran to enable me to rise from water or- land and also fly over land or water with perfect safety. Grahame-White constructed some of the parts of the water plane, and I have also brought over some French mechanics to construct parts. lam going to carry out

FALL THAT HAZED AMERICAN POLO PLATER

low shoes is always an indication of heavy buying coming. Other articles of wearing apparel are sacrificed when necessary in the rush for hosiery." ‘ "Are silk stocking Insanitary ?” was asked of L. Blake Baldwin, whose experience as city physician and In Chicago's society life ha- made him an expert on medicine and fashion. "All stockings are insanitary, as a rule," said Doctor Baldwin. "I wear the silk through force of habit, and cannot see how they are any more insanitary than cotton or lisle." According to the census report Issued at Washington the value of the silk used in the making of silk stockings \has leaped from $947,d00 to $3,597,000 since 1904. That Chicagoans have- grown more affluent and more fastidious is manifest by the statements of a number of heads of tho stocking departments of the big stores. The boom in the silk stocking business has been accompanied by a jolt for the woolen variety, and the drop has been 61 per cent., while the difference in the value of materials is 44 per cent

Acid Snow for Birthmarks

Wonderful Cures Worked by Carbonic ice in London n-iospitals—Many Skin Diseases Cured. London.—in less than a year the carbonic acid snow treatment for birthmarks, warts and rodent ulcer, first Introduced at Charing Cross hospital, has gained an accepted place in modern therapeutics. The early experiments with the new remedy have been so successful in suitable cases that now practically every hospital In the country, as well as thousands of general practitioners and skin specialists, is making use of the new medicament The snow is prepared by allowing a thin spray of carbonic acid gas, liquefied under pressure, to escape into a felt covering slipped over the tap of the iron cylinder containing the gas. The gas is deposited on the felt as a very fine powered snow at a temperature of about 100 degrees below zero. The snow is then solidified into an icy pencil by being tightly packed into a hard rubber cylinder with a plunger. Treatment consists of pressing this intensely cold pencil of carbonic acid Ice for a few seconds against the birthmark, wart or rodent ulcer to be re-

my experiments at Greenwich, Conn., and hope to be ready for the tests in July or August" Mr. Harmon was on the aviation field .at Issy-les-Molineaux, near Paris, when the French war minister, Berteaux, was killed. “I sat near the starting place,” he said, "and saw Train circle the field. The power stopped when he was over a group of mounted officers, numbering about 100, and he thought the space in the rear was clear. In malting the sweep the blades mowed down Premier Monls and the war minister and bis party."

Save 100,000 Babies Yearly.

Boston. —“Investigation has shown that out of 800,000 deaths of infants annually in this country, one-third are preventable,” said Miss Ella Phillips Crandall of New York at the convention of the purses’ Associated Alumnae of the United States the other day. “There is imperative need of work of nurses in a practical campaign of education and prevention," she said.

EVERY GIRL PERFECT BEAUTY

Greatest Collection of Pretty Women In Town of Scanno, a Town lnno> cent of Industry. Rome. —Prof. Achille Lesla claims to have found the greatest collection of beautiful women in the little Ital* tant from railways and Innocent of industry. “I have traveled the world over,” he says, "and Scanno is the only place in the world where every woman and girl is a perfect beauty. They are of the most bewitching classic Greek type, with deep black eyes, fine shoulders, and well proportioned hands and feet, just such wonders of perfection as 30 years ago I found In the women of Qarase. That was before the commercial spirit was Implanted there. “For 25 years Barase has been a center of lace-making and the women there now are hard featured, bony, sloppy and ugly. Before this town was cursed with Industry, Its women, though poor, were famous for their beauty of form and face and rich Italians used to hire nurses from that neighborhood. Today no one would look at a nurse a second time from that industry cursed town.”

moved. The resulting Intense cold freezes the part, setting up severe local inflammation, which leads, to a breaking down and absorption of the frozen tissues. There is very little pain and the wound heals naturally in a few days, leaving the skin practically normal. “The carbonic acid snow, ice, treament has come to stay,” said one of the surgeons in charge of the electrical department of St Bartholomew’s hospital. “Warts are readily removed in one application, and the results in small non-vascular birthmarks—that is. without large blood vessels—are marvelous. In early rodent ulcer we have also been very successful." In the St Bartholomew’s dispensary, where the snow is made in bulk, the whole apparatus used consists of a ruler, a heavy piece of felt and an iron cylinder containing forty pounds of liquefied gas. The felt is first tightly rolled about the ruler, which is then withdrawn, leaving a long hollow tube. One end of this tube is then tightly strapped over the tap of the cylinder, a cork is put tn the other end and the gas is turned on. In a few seconds the tube is filled with a carbonic acid icicle, ready for use on unrolling the felt

A Big Salmon.

Auburn, Me. —Henry Griffin of South Lewiston caught the largest salmon ever taken from Lake Auburn, according to the London Globe. He was trawling in shallow water when he got the strike and it took him more than half an hour to land the fish, which weighed 14 pounds 9 ounces. So far as known the largest salmon previously taken from Lake Auburn weighed 13 pounds 6 ounces.

Race for Mountain Top.

New York.—A race for the top’ ot Mt Coropuna, one of the highest peaks of the Peruvian Andes, began the other day when Miss Annie S. Peck sailed for Colon. She was followed closely by Professor Bingham of Yale. Both are accompanied by a corps of experienced mountain climbers. Coropuna is a volcano estimated to be about 20,000 feet high. Beans Keep Heart Young. Muldrow, Qkla.—A. D. Dutton, nine-ty-two years old, attributes his longevity to his habit of eating beans, was married to Miss Rebecca Jane Gateway, twenty-four years old, the other day.

AROUNDE THE AMP FER

UNIQUE REUNION IN KANSAS Drum Corps at Winfield Revives “Spir- . It of 76”— Soldiers Gather From Every State in Union. Kansas is noted for its old soldier; reunions, where attendants are more or less waving the old flag and recounting old tales of glories long past. But Winfield claims to have an oldl soldiers’ reunion unusual in many respects. 1 Winfield’s old soldiers’ reunion is incorporated under the laws of the state of Kansas, with a charter for 50 years. Winfield permits no concessions to be sold. The reunion is supported by contributions from the citizens. There are no merry-go-rounds, no shooting galleries, no squeaking balloons, no riding whips, no confetti on the grounds of the old soldiers’ reunion in Winfield. The week is entirely given over to recalling reminiscences of valor and confessing recollections of fear by the soldiers at the camp meetings, held each morning In the auditorium at Island Park, to listening to good old war songs and mod-

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ern music by the best band in Kansas, and to speeches by Kansas’ silver tongued orators. The reunion of this year has been the most successful of any meeting held dp to date, and several remarkable reunions were attendant upon it. Soldiers were gathered from practically every state In the Union, to the number of 325 altogether, while 400 soldiers* wives and widows and daughters were registered. One hundred and twenty-six tents were fitted up with all housekeeping appliances, occupied by old soldiers, their wives, their sons and daughters and grandchildren. The meeting brought together many family reunions as well as not a few old soldiers who* had fought side ,by side during the war and had not met since. A feature which attracted greatest attention and warm praise and aroused patriotic springs long dormant, was the Douglas drum corps. Seven drummers and filers who played their Instruments all through the Civil war, in different regiments and from different states, chanced at the close of the war to settle in Butler county, adjoining Cowley county on the north. These men discovered years ago each other’s, occupations during the war and formed the Douglass Drum Corps. As much time as these men can spare from their prosperous farms they devote to playing at soldiers* reunions. A. P. Douthitt of Cowley county and William Hill, lifer of the drum corps of Butler county, have lived within twenty-five miles of one another for 30 years. They were acquainted and yet this reunion was the occasion of developing the following between them for the first time. Douthitt was on the camping ground when Hill arrived. He chanced to ask HUI to what regiment he belonged. “To the Second Wisconsin,” replied Hill. | "Did you ever happen to know a drummer in that regiment named Hershal Smalley?” inquired Mr. Douthitt. "Well, I should smile,” Hill replied. "He drummed with me all through the war. He was a prisoner at Andersonville, and I lost him.” - "You did?” queried Douthitt "Weß, I found him. I was taken prisoner at Chickamauga. In Andersonville for 17 months Smalley and I slept under the same blanket every night. He got smallpox and I never took it” ’’And it was my fife you heard when we fellows came to release you,” Hilt rejoined. Such incidents were frequent during the reunion. Crops were forgotten; the excellence of the wheat; the failure of the corn; the relative merits of millet and timothy; the superiority of alfalfa over prairie hay, were not mentioned. Nothing was discussed but wartime adventures, trials and occasional pleasures. Closer friendships were formed and ties drawn nearer through the reminiscences which, except for this model reunion, would never have been related.

Paid After 45 Years.

Forty-five years ago Opt J. Cutter returned to Marietta, Ohio, from the Civil war. The other day the war department sent him a check for |8.82 back pay.