Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 222, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 September 1911 — Page 3

ANOTHER GIRL

When the & S., Marlon had. pulled out of sight of the crowd on the pier, Jtamy Murphy turned a wholly disinterested glance upon his fellow passengers. For the time being, his position as a newly engaged man, hung heavily on his shoulders. Helen Danvers, his fiancee, hfid been on the pier and as the boat pulled away leaving only the murky water between her and the man of her choice, Helen’s piquant face had found a tearful nest in the bit of lacy cambric which served as a handkerchief. Still, ag the day worsen Jimmy cheered up; It seemed to him that he had never before crossed the briny deep on so wonderfully laden a ship. In companionways, in the library, in the bow of the boat and in the stern he seemed destined to meet fragments from the feminine World and each bit looked prettier than the last For a moment Jim Murphy'felt aggrieved; his allegiance to Helen Danvers shut him off from any shipboard romance — a here-to-fore much enjoyed privilege of the ocean voyage. It was at dinner that the blow came. He was In the act of giving his order to the steward when that Indlvldnal rhshed to the assistance of the girl who had been assigned to the seat next to his own. After one glance at • tier, Murphy realized that, had he beep ■ steward, his actions would 'have ueen the same. t “I am afraid I interrupted- your order.” The girl looked into eyes. The heart of the engaged man quaked. The girl was beautiful. •After you." Murphy’s tone was reserved to the point of uhfrlendlloees. The girl cast a quick glance at him then turned to contemplate the menu, Murphy felt that he had been thrown from her regard muph as she would discard an unpleasing bit Of fabric. It was too much for Jimmie’s knowledge .of .the joy. of living. He-turned to her with a smile that * shone from his heart “Please forgive my seeming rude- , ness,” he said with a full measure of friendliness In his eyes. “I am a trifle peevish—there are the jolllest lot of’ pretty girls on this boat that I have pver crossed witl» and I feel afraid of all of them.” Molly Sherwell laughed and glanced questioningly; at Murphy. 1 "I would- not have selected you as one fearful of feminine wiles.** “But I am engaged.** M °if!*’ It seemed for a second that the very engines stopped their vibrations; then the girl spoke again. “That does' make considerable difference.” She paused while a queer little shadow flitted across her face. "I believe that I, too,, would be afraid to cross the ocean with some jolly /men on board if I owed allegiance to one in particular. Ocean liners seem to be the embodiment of the Old time sorceress—-I feel sure that she at least wields her wpnd over them all.” ’‘The wand Of infatuation—only r* Jimmy Murphy but half expected an answer. “Infatuation is exactly the word.” laughed Molly.- "I have crossed the ocean nine times and on every trip I fell madly In love.” “And the men?** Murphy put the question quickly, eagerly desirous of knowing the outcome. “Three of them wanted me to marry them;'the others were merely the es-. feet of moonlight, the lapping of the waves and leisure hours spent in closely set steamer chairs." - “And you?*’ Again the eager question. • ' "I? Well—as soon as my feet touch the wharf fiftt as heart-free as it I, had never seen a boat” “Oh!" / Jimmy Murphy was silent for so long a time that his companion broke into a soft laugh. “Surely you are not going to have many more such serious and profound moments during this trip?” >' J “I will tell you exactly what I was thinking—if you care to know." Murphy turned so that he met her startled glance. "Do you?" “No,” she put tn quickly. “I shall tell you, anyway. When you interrupted my thoughts I had just conquered a desire to make you care for me —your attitude madetme desire a siege in which you would be the victim—but my better nature won out and—” Murphy laughed lightly. “Then I have missed a rather amosina gam*—haven’t If >•*.’ Jim Murphy’s lips shut tight Molly Bherwell cast a gladtee at him and felt satisfied. F|lppant remarks would have to bridge many a chasm with this man and she hoped that her taoonsgquent moods would never bo far “Since you are heartless and I engaged wo are certainly well guarded against the wiles of the ocean-will you walk on deck with mo now? I insist on being friends—friendship % great between a man and a woman. Isn’t itr j Molly left the question unanswered. It was the tenth day, and on the morrow Queenstown and all that the word meant would bo With the pasJI.

By DOROTHY DOUGLAS

(Copyright. Ipxx* by Associated Utanary.Prm—u)

been calm and chummy rather than emotional—isn’t It so?” “Perhaps it has been to you—” ’ Molly laughed quickly. “I do belleve you would be serious in another day or two. It is a good thing that we will be having that sad sweet parting so soon—” “8top!: v you know as well as I that you are only trying to cover the real by the flippant* MH the time lam In London—you are going to be there. You have promised to give me one month of your splendid friendship and we are going to all the theaters, operas and dinners that we can crowd into thirty days.” “No, no—that some of our inconsequent chatter at the beginning of the trip.” .Molly tried to draw her a ™ awa \ ‘ ’ When they arrived at Jhe stern of the boat where no sound came save the rush of foamy water; he stopped her and spoke in a voice made rich by new depths. • ' “You are not going back on your promisee I love you, dear—it has beqp so since you came and sat beside me at the table. It is not the first time that a mag has found the one. woman when it was too late and ! am not complaining—l am only glad to have known, even for a short time, such love aS I feel for you." He drew het So near him that she started back ‘ with a faint cry. He released her and before he realized her intention she *was away and out of his sight He stood for some moments where she had left him. He was dazed by the vaslness of his love for her; too much so to reason that life with any other Woman was impossible. He did not see Mblly Sherwell again that night nor the next morning. The tender was alongside the Marlon and most of the passengers for Queenstown were on the smaller boat. Murphy scanned every part of the ship, but the girl was not to be seen. He concluded that she was in her stateroom packinglas she was to go on to Liverpool. ; Nevertheless he paced the. deck nervously expectant Some inner consciousness told him that events were shaping themselves into strange channels. When the tender with its load of Queenstown passengers was ready to detach Itself from the great ship Murphy gave a tremendous start. Molly Sherwell was on the tender. She was getting off at Ireland and he, the man who loved her, had no address, no possible due to where she would ’be. She had taken this means of escape! Murphy looked down at the thin stream of water which was slowly widening between the two boats. Without stopping to think of what he was doing he rushed below. In the companionway he was stopped, a cable for William James Murphy. He scarceJy comprehended the contents as he continued his mad dash for the lowest possible deck of the Marion. When he reaced the closest spot to the tender and his eye caught sight nr'• trailing rope from her stern he made a firm clear dive into the almost calm water. . There was a fearful stirring on botn boats and life preserves werp hurled from all points. Murphy prayed, while he struggled with the sen, that he might reach that rope before a life saver reached him. He was a powerful swimmer. After a brief but mighty struggle his hands found and clung to the rope of the tender. For one second bls eyes looked up and he saw the face of Molly Sherwell. Her eyes were praying for his safety and her arms were outstretched. “He is mine!" he heard her say to those who would have cared for him when he went for a moment Into the unconscious world. ' Later, Molly bent over him. > "You might have died—dear—" Her voice broke. “I would have died anyway—without you. Everything prent with you—what was the game worth without love?" The cable, soaked and quickly disappearing to nothingness, fell between them. t “My first fiancee was very fickle. She married the other fellow five days after I left- Molly—do you know whether or not wo have to live in London more than a week before we can get a license to —"* , - . “Even a week would seem long—wouldn’t it, dear?” 1

Woman Had Him Guessing.

Daa McCarthy, auditor for Coban A Harris, was fondling ten new |IOO bills in his office a day or two ago when a well known Now York play broker—a woman—dropped in. -■ ' “What have you got there?” she asked of the auditor: “It’s some of our now stage money,” replied McCarthy Here ho handed her a 9100 bifl. “Pretty good imitation. ohl’T,. The woman examined the bill cloeoly. “Is that an Imitation?” she asked, In astonishment. “It la.” • ' ■ * "Well, I daolaro!” said the caller. Then she droppad the bill in her bandbag and started away. “I want to show It to my husband,” she said. McCarthy, throe other heads of departments and the office boy overtook her out ou the sidewalk in front oT egraph.

TANGLE OF THE MAINE IS APPALLING

TIE work of, raising the Maine in Havana harbor is not more than half finished. While reports have been sent out from time to time fixing the date for the final raising of the derelict, not one of such reports has been authorized, not one of them is or can be* reliable. It was stated nearly a year ago that the ship would be raised by February 1, 1911. Today the greater part of the ship is burled in sticky, black mud and there is every possibility that six months will lapse, if not a much Iqnger time, before the hull is fully exposed and raised, if it Is ever found possible to float any part of it And no one is to blatnp for the delay. The. job has proved itself just about ten times greater and more formidable than It originally gave promise oV being. V. Ship a Mass of Twisted Steel. No one who has not seen the wreck and been on it and through it can understand its almost impossibly tangled condition. The stern of the ship, is comparatively intact But not more than a third of what was the original vessel is recognizable as such* Amidship the tangle begins. Funnels, conning towers, decks, cabins, engines, machinery, are all a tangled pathetic mass that even the most efcpert of baval and constructors have been unable to classify properly. The whole bow was blown off and turned around and pointed back toward the stern. The old controversy of what caused the explosion is still on, but experts declare the uncovering of the Maine will never solve the mystery. The titanic force of the explosion —qr explosions, for there were two of them without question—impresses the observer as having been appalling. Think of a force that would break a steel battleship in twain and dance the half pf it'hbout like a cork. The old controversy as to whether the Maine was blown up from without or within will not be settled by the uncovering of the wreck—not if a million experts render their "Indisputable” opinions. The consensus of opinion is now, as it ever was, that an odtside mine explosion preceded and precipitated the interior explosion —that of the ship’s magazine. All testimony goes to establish the tact that there were two distinct explosions. But the Spanish folk will never admit that there were two. Those who even incline to listen to the suggestion that there might have been two contend that if two occurred that Within the ship must have been the first. Borne, but not many, Americans bold to the opinion that the wreck was caused solely by an explosion of the vessel** magazine. V Lends Color to Theory. But the fact that the destruction of the vessel celebrated on Calle Cuba, in Havana, before it occurred, and that that celebration was participated to by Spanish loyalists, has a decided tendency to lend color to the theory that the wreck was planned. Lurid stories of all sorts to "new discoveries" which are calculated to “clear qp the mystery” are on constant, dally tap to Havana. Within a week a circumstantial yarn to the effect that a wire cable leading from the bow of the Maine to Cabanas had been discovered went the rounds, Afi such stories are myths. But the impressiveness, the wierdness, the creepifiess, the oppressive uncaanlnes of the wreck itself is by no means mythical It gets on one’s nervta. Eighty-eight meh perished when the Maine went down. About 25 skele tions or parts of skeletons have been recovered. As this la written three skulls gleam their ghastly welcome from the slhne that aovers the tangled wreckage Ths

bodies cannot be reached until the tons of twisted metal that He upon them are. cut away and removed. Here a thigh bone, there a rib, over yonder part of a hand—these are the grewsome finds that the workmen make every day. -A / Although the explosion occurred In February—over 13 years ago, by the way—the night was hot and many of the crew slept out on the port side of the berth deck. Most of the bodies recovered have been from this part of the ship. Down in the engine room—when that is reached—from 25 to 30 bodies probably will be foundbodies of the poor devils who worked down below the water line and who hadn’t a condemned man's chance to get away. ,' j / In the Captain’s cabin and to the other quarters that have been uncovered and mud-relieved, articles of various sorts Ip most remarkable preservation have been found. The most striking thing In this line is a box of rubber bands to a perfect state of elasticity and preservation. Their immersion in the intensely salt waters of Havana harbor appears to have improved them, if anything. Bits of leather SWord hilts, shoes, caps have come out practically uninjured. All metals, however, show ths effect of the Immersion. There Is, roughly, 25 feet of mud to take out yet before the Maine can be “raised.” The piling that forms the exterior of each of the caissons composing the cofferdam is 50 feet long. Between 25 and 80 feet of water was pumped out. There is nothing but mud remaining. But it is glue-like mud and is 10 times harder to get rid of than the water was. Hydraulic pumps have been installed, but the work put upon them Is so unusual that they haven’t been successful as yet. z Oxygen-acetyline apparatus has been used to separate—“cut up”—the steel and Iron of the ship where It was necessary to remove those tangled portions hampering the further work of excavatipn. This apparatus resembles, in a way, a plumber's blow lamp. Only the intense heat cuts through metal as a knife would through butter. A five-inch square piece of steel was seen severed so quickly that the operation appeared to be almost magical. The method of cutting away the opposing metal parts will be continued until the wreck is entirely removed. Incrusted With Oysters. The whole part of the ship so lar exposed is inctusted with oysters and barnacles—mostly oysters. Hundreds of thousands of the bivalves have attached themselves to the hulk. The incrustations appearing In the picture are all oysters. When ti\e water was being removed from the cofferdam thousands of fish and eels splashed and struggled in the incloe•re. There were many of the several hundred workmen employed by Major Ferguson who took home strings of fish every night when they quit work Now, of course, there is nothing but slimy mud within the inclosure. The work of constructing the cdtferdam, and, to tact, practically all at the executive labor connected with the “raising,” has been conducted by Major Hartley B. Ferguson, who is one of the main board. Colonel William Black and Colonel Mason Patrick are the other two. The cofferdam has been repeatedly tested and to several places reinforced, and, while It Is the first one of the sort ever constructed. the complete success of it has marked a place to the history of engineering. But successful as th* work has been reorarkabla, the cold fact probably la not more than half fintahrd-

HOW TO EAT ROASTING EARS

pKberant and Poetical Instructions for the Proper Handling es Qreen > . Corn at the Table. y Don’t cut It down and eat it with a ■poon. Don’t stick silver spikes In the end and run It as a lathe. Don’t break it into nubbins and nibble It from between the forefinger and the thumb. This is no dinky business. It Is as big as the morning sunshine. It is-not just eating; ft is not keeping soul and body together. It is letting the soul out, letting it range over broad acres of waving corn, that rival the heavens in glory and extent, the finest token of earth’s richness and prodigality anywhere seen. Catch onto that. Flaunt your fancy about in the limitless ocean of sunshine and showers, of which the roasting ear is only a wisp 'of the creamy spray. This thing of tackling a roasting ear, like a stolid mute, for the corn Itself, lowers It to the level of picking up chips or running an errand; he is Just satisfying an appetite and might as well eat fried onions with a caseknife. That kills hunger. It silences a paving. But eating green corn has a higher mission than that. It puts one as close to nature as lying in a bed of lilies. One cannot taste the sunshine anywhere as when he seizes a juicy ear of oorn in his eager fists and goes at it with an open countenance apd a happy smile, ripping off the row's of sweetened dews' and dawns till his mouth and soul reek with delight.

Eat it on the cob; the whole cob; the longer the better. Take It as nature gives it to you—its naked beauty, in its jeweled loveliness, in its Juicy richness. Don’t-peck it as a blackbird does a sunflower, but revel in ft, luxuriate in it, bite all of the tints of mom, the soft gales of the afternoon, the glow of the starlight, the hymn of the sparrow, the laughing dewdrops and the smile of the rainbow—they are all there for the alert soul that has a fancy above food. He who does not see them nor feel them is not worthy of a roasting ear. -o

But the main thing is the recklessness, in the eating it, the joyous abandon in cleaving off the pearly richness, the getting right down intq the glory of the act, mindless of napkin, finger bowls or who is looking. A dilletante cannot any more eat corn on the cob than he can skin a cat. He measures his acts by a stifling propriety and not by the broad light of the souL Dear reader, join the soul and eat corn like a sparrow flies ,to heaven—with a song’ on your mouth. ’ —Chamber’s Journal.' . .

Eating Beyond Relish.

Have you ever kept on eating candy after the pleasure in it has all gone and the taste has actually become unpleasant? Herbert W. Fishes confesses that he has done so, to an article discussing food in. World’s Work. And he gives a theory for thia very common morbid freak. “I believe,” he says, “that physiology and psychology both have one explanation to offer, and that is mem* Even as a violent image will persist on the retina of the eye, so the memory of the Initial acute pleas* ure of the first confection is stronger than the duH sense of ‘present satiety. And In the name of that memory we go on eating." This is said to objection to using sugar so freely to foods that it is too easy of access and does not have to be obtained by dint of honest chewing to get it* out of tile heart of foods. He advises, in the Interest of moderation, that sliced banana or sweet apple sauce be occasionally used with cereals Instead of unmitigated sugar, and, for that matter, the more general use of fruit for its own sake.

Guide Posts in the Desert.

Prospecting and traveling to the great southwestern deserts always have been and probably always will be attended with danger. It was about a year ago that an appropriation of 35,000 was made by the California State Legislature for the erection of guide boards to the California deserts to guide travelers to water holes. A more extensive movement has been launched by the introduction of a bill into the United States senate by Senator Works of California providing for an appropriation of >IO.OOO for the purpose of enabling the secretary of the Interior to discover, develop, improve and protect streams, springs and water boles to the desert and arid lands of the public domain and to construct and maintain suitable monuments and signs near lines of travel Me as to Inform travelers where they can slake their thirst —Mining end Engineering World. !■ V.:; .7 '

Styrian Peasant Superstition.

A law suit for libel brought by an apothecary In Pollan, in Styria, against a young peasant reveals an extraordinary superstition prevalent among the country people. They believe that apothecaries and doctors have the right to kill at least one man and one woman ever year In order to make medicines out of their bodies. ' An accidental movement of the apothecary at Pollan, Herr Kobermauaer, when giving medicine to a boy named Puts led the latter to believe be was going to be killed. He ran away, but got such a fright that befell in. The inhabitants believed bls story and boycotted the a pot he cary, who was at length compelled to prosecute. Puts was sentenced to fourteen days* imprisonment, but his parents, who had spread the story were acquitted on the ground that they had acted In good faith.

FOUND HER LIFE WORK

ItlMhh why AAi TO ACCEPT ALGERNON. Sartorial Reformation of Man Whw Would Wear Yellow Spate With Bathing Suit Was Labor ' Worthy of Her Ambitions. The girl looked drearily out overT the sea, and from time to time shei sighed deeply, and then on a sudden j the pale glamour of perplexity that had glazed her’ ’expression fadedE away and a look of stem resolve, ofj sturdy determination, took its place.; She rose up from the little hollow in' the sand dune In which she had been! reclining and waved her parasol, sum-t monlngly, toward Algernon De Bray, who was disporting himself In she) blue water of the sea, calling while in commanding tones, and he. hearing, with a radiant smile upon' his lips, came running toward her. “What is it, Ariadne?” he panted as he climbed slippingly to the top of the dune, dripping with the sea. and severing somewhat as the cool! breezes pranked playfully about him. "I have decided not to keep you waiting longer for your answer, Algernon,” she said, dreamily gazing away from his ankles. "You may remember- that last night you asked me to be your wife. It was on the pi-azza—:-'/q “Yes, dearest,” he murmured, softly. “How could I forget?” "And I—l asked time to consider,”! she said, drawing her mackintosh) more Closely about her. “You may not know ft, possibly, but I am an;. ambitious woman, ’Algernon. I have! been, ’through Gassar college,’ and! have taken post-graduate degrees Ini law, civics and philosophy, and my hesitation in giving you your answer' was due entirely to the feeling that! with your great wealth at my disposal all inceptive to work, to go out. into the world and make a career for myself, would be taken away. I feared that I should become an Idle woman—a woman without a great purpose InFltte—q thing which I despise." . • “Yea, dear,” ha anaWered, soaking the salt water out* of his ear. "Go on.” • i "But since you came out of your b'athing house I have seen that those fears were idle/ she resumed, "and; that there is a real fife work that, perhaps only a woman of exceptional firmness of purpose could accomplish! tn the position to which you havei called me. You have offered me myi opportunity, and I cannot turn my back upon IL” "My beloved,” shivered Algernon. "A man who will wear yellow spats with a bathing suit, Algernon De Bray, she hastened on, "will require the most content, unremitting, arduous, and at times discouraging labor of a lifetime on the part of a devoted wife to knock any kind o< decent sartorial sense into his so-called head, and so I have decided to undertake the responsibilities to which you last night invited me” And then and there, wringing wet as he was from the waters of the waves, Algernon De Bray reached out him arms and embraced her so tightly that the dampness of -his bathing suit swept over her like a cataract. “We shall be so happy!” whispered hoarsely in her ear. “I hope so, Algernon,” she replied, simply. "At any rate, we shall have no spats after we are married!”

Age of Simplicity.

This is a period of. studied simplicity in dress which does not imply that dress Is any the less costly merely that we see no beauty in elaboration or superfluity, and display of pretty tendency to wear wreaths of wild flowers on our hats instead of plumes and rosea. Incidentally, no more striking proof ean be furnished of an artificial age than a love of simplicity. In Charles H.’s day, the fair ladies posed aa shepherdesses, and tried to be the heroines of the pastorals, though never, taken as a whole, was society less near to nature. The Boman noblllty believed in a return to the primitive life, while Indulging to the greatest luxury. The people who are really poor cherish no happy illusions about plain attire and plainer fare. To them they are merely accompaniments of a poverty of which they are ashamed since they cannot help It

Wage Warfare on Hatpin.

A few months ago the Berlin police president, Herr von Jagow, issued a J courteous appeal to the fair inhabitants of the city requesting them not wear dangerously long hatpins in thgiO headdress without covering the potato with protecting sheaths. The pfiMa president’s appeal, however, does, not appear to have met with the compliance, and several more or - serious hatpin accident* have recently happened. Herr von now proceeded to stronger measure*, and a new police edict makea a woman whose unprotected a. wound on another person Mabie to a fine of >l?s and to a term pf hnprtaoament not exceeding two Mars, In addition to Which the injured party may claim damages up to 31.5«hT51

Mixed.

-You don't seem to enjoy your; wife's musical." "No" replied Mr, Cumros. "I got{ confused as usual. I never can re-< member that a Cremona isn’t soumU thing to eat. and that a meringue tahW something you play oa." ~T. * aOv