Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 224, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 September 1911 — Page 3

ANOTHER GIRL

When the S. S. Marton had pulled but of sight of the crowd on the pier, Jimmy 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, had 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 atf a handkerchief . Stfll, as the day wore on 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 stern be 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 aim 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 Individual rushed, to the assistance of the girt who had been assigned to the seat next to his own. After ope glance at tier, Murphy realized that, had he been w steward, his actions would - have been the same. 7 f *1 am afraid I Interrupted your order.” The girl looked into Murphy’s ayes. The heart of the engaged man quaked. The girl was beautiful. “After you.” Murphy’s tone was reserved to the point of unfriendllaees. : 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 unpleaslng bit of fabric. It was too .much tor Jimmie’s knowledge of the joy of living.. He turned to her with a smile that shone from his heart ...

“Please forgive my seeming rudeness,” he said with a full measure of friendliness in his eyes. “I am a trifle peevish—there are the join eat lot of pretty girls on this boat that I have ever crossed with and I feel afraid of all of them." Molly Sherwell laughed and glanced questlonlngly at Murphy. “I would not have selected you as dne fearful of feminine wiles.” “But I am engaged.” 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-*-! feel sure that she at least wields her wand over them alt’’ "The wand of infatuation—only Y* 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 tell 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 effect of moonlight, the lapping of the waves and leisure hours spent In closely set steamer chairs.*’ “And you?** Again the eager quesBbn. “I? Well—as soon as my feet touch ' tee wharf I am as heart-free as if 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?" "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 in quickly. ”1 shall tell you, anyway. When you interrupted my thoughts I had just conquered a desire to make you ears for attitude made me 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 amusing game—haven't It” Jim Murphy’s lips shut tight Molly Sherwell cast a glaffbe at him and felt satisfied. Flippant remarks would A? have to bridge many a chasm with this man and she hoped that her Inconsequent moods would never be far from her command. , “Since you are heartless and I a* engaged we are certainly well guarded against the wiles of the ocean—will you walk on deck with me now? I Insist on being friends—friendship la great between a man and a woman, isn’t It?" '■ Molly left the question unanswered. It was the tenth day, and on the morrow Queenstown and all that the word meant would be with the passengers of the Marton. In the evening, the last night on board, Molly Sherwell and Jim Mhrphy paced a moonlit ‘deck.: "This has been the most pleasant of my trlpit- It was the girl who ennke “For 0000. the VOVagO h*C •T. . ''’•XT* V" ♦ ,S_.

By DOROTHY DOUGLAS

(Copyritht. xgn. hr Associated Literary Press.)

been calm and chummy rather , than emotional—-tehtlt so?” “Perhaps it-has been to you—” *' Molly laughed quickly. "I do believe you would be serjous in another day or two. It is a -good thing that We will be having that sad sweet parting so soon— •*’ “Stop! You know as well as I that you are only trying to cover the real by the flippant' Ml the time lam in London—you are going to be there. You have promised to give nOK 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 was some of our inconsequent chatter at the beginning of the trip.” Molly tried to draw her arm away. When they arrived at the stern of the boat where no sound came save the rush of foamy waiter, he stopped her and spoke in a voice made rich by new depths. ~ , > 7 “You are not going back on your promise. I love you, dear—it has been so since you came and sat beside me at the table. It is not the firpt time that a man has found the one woman when it was too lake and I am not complaining—l am only glad to have known, even for a short time, such love as I feel for you." He drew her so near him that she started back with a faint cry. He released her and before he realized her intehtion she was away and out of his sight He stood for some moments where she had left him. He was dazed by the vastness of his love for her; too much so to reason 4hat life with any other worqan 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.,Ho concluded that she was in her state'Toom packing as she was to go on to Liverpool. Nevertheless he paced the deck nervously expectant Some inner consciousness told him that events were shaping themselves Jnto strange channels. 7'

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 clue 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 scarcely 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 of a 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 were hurled from all points. Murphy prayed, while he struggled with the sea, 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 his 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. “Yon might have died—dear—" Her voice broke. , , , “I would have died anyway—without you. Everything went with you—what was the game worth without love?” The cable, soaked and quickly disappearing to nothingness, fell between them. “My first was very fickle. She married the other fellow five days after I left. Molly—do you know whether or not we 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?"

Woman Had Him Guessing.

Dan McCarthy, auditor tor Cohan & Harris, was fondling ten new SIOO bills In his office a day or two ago when a well known New York play broker—* woman—dropped In. “What have you got there F she asked of the auditor. "It’s'some of our new stage money," replied McCarthy. Here he handed her a SIOO bill. "Pretty good imitation, ehr The woman examined the bill closely. "la that an imitation t* she asked, in astonishment “It is.” ■ J ; “Well, I declare!” said the caller. Then she dropped the bill in her handbag and started away. “I want to show it to my husband*" she said. McCarthy, three other heads of departments and the office boy overtook her out op the sidewalk tn front of the building.—New York Morning Talegraph.

TANGLE OF THE MAINE IS APPALLING

TIE work of raising the Maine fn 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 tile 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 L 1911. Today the greater part of the ship is buried in sticky, black mud and there Is every possibility that six months will lapse, If not a much longer 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 blame for the delay. The job has proved itself just about ten times, greater and more formidable than it originally, gave promise of being. - ; 7’

/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. Axnidshlp the tangle begins. Funnels, conning towers, decks, cabins, engines, machinery, are all a tangled pathetic mass that even the most expert of naval engineers 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 —or 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 of it about 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 Vyeck— not If a million experts render their “Indisputable" opinions. -The consensus of opinion Is now, as it ever was, that an outside mine explosion preceded and precipitated the Interior explosion —that of the ship’s magazine. All testimony goes to establish the fact 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. Some, but not many, Americans hold to the opinion that the wreck was caused solely by an explosion of the vessel’s'magazine. 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 tn by Spanish royalists, 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 up the mystery” are on constant, dally tap in 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. AU such stories are myths. But the Impressiveness, the wierdness, the creepiness, the oppressive uncannlnes of the wreck itself Is by no means mythical. It gets on one’s. nerves. Eighty-eight men perished when the Maine went down. About 25 akelettons or parts of skeletons have ' been recovered. As this Is written three skulls gleam their ghastly welcome from the slime that covers the tangled wreckage. The

bodies cannot be reached until the tons of twisted metal that He upon them are cut away and removed. Here a tnlgh bone, there a rib, over yonder part of a hand—these are the grewsome finds that the workmen make every day. 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. In the Captain’s cabin and fn the other quarters that have been uncovered and mud-relieved, articles of various sorts in most remarkable preservation have been found. The most striking thing in this line is a box of rubber bands in a perfect state of elasticity and preservation. ’ Their immersion in the intensely salt waters of Havana harbor appears to have improved them, if anything. Bite of leather swotd hilts, shoes, caps have come out practically uninjured. All metals, however, show the 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 30 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

Oxygen-acetyllne 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 excavation. This apparatus resembles, in a way,-a plumber’s blow lamp. Ohly 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 operadbn 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 far exposed is incrusted 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 the water was being removed from the cofferdam thousands of fish and eels splashed and struggled in the Inclosure. 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 cofferdam, and, in fact, practically all of 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 in several places re-enforced, and, while it la the first one of the sort ever constructed, the complete success of it has marked a place in the history at engineering. But successful as the work has been remarkable, the cold fact probably Is not more than halt

HOW TO EAT ROASTING EARS

I -.-1 Ofc At • . . _ exuberant and Poetical Instruct Ims ffcr the Proper Handling of Green Corn at the Table. —* : S; Don’t cut It down and eat It with a ■poon. Don’t stick silver spikes in the end and ran it as a lathe. Don’t break it into nubbins and nibble ft is as big as the morning sunshine. It is not just eating; It is not keeping soul and body together. It is letting the soul out, letting it range over oruau acres oi waving corn, mat 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. Thai kills hunger. It silences a craving. 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 canrot taste the sunshine anywhere as when he seizes a juicy ear of corn In his eager fists and goes at it with an open countenance and a happy smile, ripping off the rows 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 it, luxuriate In it, bite all of the tints of morn, 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 —thjgy 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. But the main thing is the recklessness In the eating it, the joyous abandon In cleaving off the pearly richness, the getting right down Into the glory of the act, mindless of napkin, finger bowls or who Is looking. A dilletante cannot any more eat Cork 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 files 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, in an article discussing food In World’s Work. And he gives a theory for this very common morbid freak. “I believe,” he say?, “that physiology and psychology both have one explanation to offer, and that Is memory. Even as a violent Image will persist on the retina of the eye, so the memory of the Initial acute pleasure of the first confection Is stronger than the dull sense of present satiety. And In the name of that memory we go on eating.” This la said in objection to using sugar so freely in foods that it la too easv of access and does not have to be obtained by dint of honest chewing' to get it out of the heart of foods. He advises, In the Interest of moderar tlon, that sliced banana or sweet a> and, for that matter, the more gen•ral u.« of fn.lt lor If

Guide Posts in the Desert.

Prospecting and traveling In 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 $5,000 was made by the California State Legislature for the erection of guide boards in 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 SIO,OOO for the purpose of enabling the secretary of the Interior to discover, develop, improve and protect streams, springs and water holes in the desert and arid lands of the public domain and to construct and maintain suitable monuments and signs near lines of travel so as to inform travelers where they can slake their thirst—Mining •nd Engineering World.

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 Pollau, Herr Kobermauser, when giving medicine to a boy named Putz led the latter to belleve he was going to be killed. He ran away, but got such a fright that he fell Ul. The inhabitants believed his story and boycotted the apothecary. who was at length compelled to nrosecute Putz was sentenced to fourteen days' imprisonment* but hie parents who had spread the story i won acquitted on the ground that they W ID KXX MU. I

FOUND HER LIFE WORK.

REASON WHY ARIADNE nprinwfj TO ACCEPT ALGERNON Sartorial Reformation of Man Whai Bathina Suit Wji t alw Worthy of Her AmMtlon* The girl looked drearily out over the sea, and from time to time shehad rtSdy a deter^u?n. , ’ t to?k r fto lT She rose up from the little hollowin' the sand dune in which she had been! reclining and waved her parasol, sum-i moningly, toward Algernon De Bray.i who was disporting himself in thej blue water of the sea, calling the: 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 be climbed sUpplngly to the topi of the dune, dripping with, the sea,, and shivering somewhat as the cool! breezes pranked playfully about him-j “1 have decided not to keep you! waiting longer for your answer, Al-j gernon,” she said, dreamily gazing! away from his ankles. “You may re-i member that last night you asked mol to be your wife. It was on the pi-( azza—” * “Yes, dearest,” he murmured, softly. “How could I forget?” “And I-I asked time to consider,”! she said, drawing her mackintosh! muiu viuoeiy ciDoui ner. xou may* . « ___ ■- * ambitious woman Algernon T h xr * 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 incentive to work to co out into the world and make a career for' myself, would be taken away. I! feared that I should becomean Idle ™oseTi thinTwhich FS' on.” oaaxw jvu <.<llll o uui ux your _ , .»■ 9 9 perhaps only a woman of exceptional' in the position to which called me. You have offered me my, ODDOrtunltV and I cannnt ♦ m * shivered Algernon. a man who win wear yellow spata waT f rom The “I hope so, Algernon,” she replied, fiimnlv anv mt a wa ah till huvA

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 at pretty tendency to wear wreaths of wild flowers on our hats Instead of plumes and roses. Incidentally, no more striking proof can be furnished of an artificial age than a love of simplicity. In Charles H.’s day, the fair ladles posed as shepherdesses, and tried to be the heroines of the pastorals, though never, taken as a whole, was society less near to nature. The Roman nobility believed in a return to the primitive life, while indulging in the great- * SXi iy poor cnensn no nappy 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. Hen* von Jafow, Issued a courteous anneal to the fair Inhabitants of the city requesting them not to wear dangerously long hatpins in their headdress without covering the poinMffl with protecting sheaths. The police president's appeal however does EtoOt appear to have met with the deseed ly happened. Herr von Jagow has now proceeded to stronger measures,, and a new nolle© edict makes a. an whose unprotected Infllctaau fine of 1175 and to a‘term of Imprison- ” di t t tp t'XwF* ‘ ,v

Mixed.

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