Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 231, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 September 1911 — Page 3

ANOTHER GIRL

be seemed destined to meet fragments tookecTprSSfthan o^ moment Jim Murphy felt aggrieved; his allegiance to Helen Danvers shut hJm 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 indlvldsal rhshed to the assistance of < the . girl who bad /been assigned to the seat . next to his own. After one glance at her, Murphy realised that, had he been • steward, his actions would have ,been the sake. “I am afraid I interrupted your order.” The girl looked Into Murphy's eyes. The heart of the engaged man quaked. The girl was beautiful. “After you.” Murphy's .tone was reserved to the point of unfriendliness. . The girl cast a quick glance at him then turned to contemplate the menu. Murphy felt that he had been thrown from her regard muaph as she would dlseard an unpleasing bit pf 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 rudeness,” he said with a full measure of friendliness In'his eyes. “I am a trifle peevish^—there are the jolliest lot of pretty girls on this boat that I have tfrer crossed with and I* feel afraid of »11 of them ” Molly Sherwell laughed and glanced questJbnlngly at Murphy. *T would not have selected you as «• tearful of feminine wiles.” ‘‘Bpt I am engaged/* o* It seemed for a seconfl that the very engines stopped their vibrations', then the girl spoke again. ‘That does make considerable difference." She paused while a queer Mttle shadow flitted across her face. "I belieye 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 tike sorceress—l feel sure that she at least wields her wand over them aIL" - “The wand of infatuatlon-ronly V’ Jimmy Murpliy but half expected an answer. '“lnfatuation la 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 effect of moonlight, the lapping of the waves and leisure hours spent in closely set steamer chairs.” “And your* Again the eager question. [ y>‘ TT Well—as soon as my feet touch the wharf I am as heart-free as if I had nevhr seen a boat." *■ “Obi” ;*v. " ;• • Jimmy Murphy was silent Cor so long a time that his companion broke Into a soft laugh. “Surely you are not *tnc to have many more such serious and profound moments during this tripr s*: ; ' .

“I will tall you exactly what I was thinking—ls you care to know." Murphy turned so that he mat her startled glance. “Do you f fc»MKBSHE§Ii •‘Mo." she put in 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 made me desire a siege in which you would be the victim —but iky hatter nature won Out and—’’ Murphy laughed lightly.' Then I have missed a rather amusing game—haven't ir* c Jim Murphy’s lips shut tight. Molly Sherwell east a glarfte at him and felt satisfied. Flippant remarks would have to bridge many a chasm with this man anti she hoped that her inconsequent moods Would never be far from her , “Since you are heartless and I engaged we are certainly well guarded against the wtlee of the ocean—will you walk on deck with me now? I Insist on being friends—friendship Is great between a man and s woman, isn’t nr ." . 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 Marion. In the evening, the last night on board, Molly Bherwclt and Jim Murphy peoed a moonlit 'l<!»*ck. ' s ftt, - Vj Vj -This has been the moat pleasant of my trips.” it was the girl who •poke. “For once, the voyage hae

By DOROTHY DOPGLAS

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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. t “Yon are not going back on your promise. I love you, dfear—it has been so since you came and sat fcesldq me at the table. It is not the first time that a man has found the one woman when it wad too late 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 Intention shewas away and out of his sight He stood for some moments where she had left him. He was dazed by the vastness of Ms love for her; too much so to reason that life with any other woman was impossible. He did not see Mbjly Sherwell again that night nor the next morning. The tender was alongside the Marion 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 ps seen. He concluded that sh# was in her stateroom 7 packing as she was to go bn to Liverpool. A'.' . , ; .

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 MoUy 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! Munphy looked down at the thin stream of water which was slowly widening between the two boats; With-swxa.-is.r panion way he was stopped. A cable tor William James Murphy. He scarcely comprehended the contents as he continued his mad dash for the lowest possible deck of the Marlon. 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. f < * There wak a fearful stirring on both boats and life preserves were hurled from all points. Murphy prayed, while he struggle*! with the sea, that he might reach that rope before a Ufa saver reached him. 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 tor 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 tor a moment into the unconscious world. Later, Molly bent over him. “You might have died—dear—’’ Her voice broke. '».v-

“I would have died anyway—without you. Everything went with you—what was the game worth without lover The cable, soaked and quickly disappearing to nothingness, tell between them. jfe 1 “My fiTst fiancee 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- “ Even a week would seem long—wouldn’t it, dearr . - -

Woman Had Him Questing.

Dan McCarthy, auditor for Cohan ft Harris, was fondling ten new SIOO bills in his offlee a day or two ago when a well known. New York play broker--* woman—dropped in. , “What have you got there r she asked Of the auditor, 1 "It’s some of our new stage money,” replied McCarthy, Here he handed her a 9100 bill. “Pretty good Imitation, •hr The woman examined the bill closely. "Is that an Imitation?" she asked, in astonishment i "It Js,’’ ;0| "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 on the sidewalk In front of the building.—New Test Morning Tah •graph.

TANGLE of the MAINE IS APPALING

MM IE work of raising the Maine ■ In Havana harbor 1b not more | than half finished. While re- ■ ports have been sent out from time to time'flxing the date for the final raising of the derelict, not one of such reports has been authorized, not one of them 1$ or can be reliably. 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 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 tp blame for the delay. The job has proved itself just about ten times greater and more formidable than it originally gave promise of being. Ship a Mass of Twisted Steel. No one who has not seen the wreck and been on it and through It can understand its a lmost impossibly tangled condition. The stern of the stop, Is comparatively intact. But not more than a third of what was the Original vessel is recognizable as such.' Amidshlp 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 bpw 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—lmpresses 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 wreck—not If a million experts render their “Indisputable" opinions. The consensus of opinion lb now, as It ever was, that an outside mine explosion preceded and precipitated the Interior explosion —that of the ship's magaslne. 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 wjio 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, American*, hold to the opinion that the wreck was caused solely by an explosion of the vessel's magaslne. . 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 Bpanish royalists, has a decided tendency to lend color to the theory that the wreck was planned. Lurid stories of all ports to “new discoveries" which ana calculated to “clear up the mystery" are bn constant, daily tap la Havana. Within a week a circumstantial yarn to the effect that a wire cable leading from the bow, of the Maine to Caban aa had been discovered went the rounds. All such stories are myths. But the Impressiveness, the wlerdness, the creepiaess, the oppreealve oncannlnea of the* wreck Itself is by no means mythical. It gets on one’* nerves. Eighty-eight men perished when the Maine went down. About SS skeletons —or part* of skeletons have been * recovered. As this is written three skulls gleam their ghastly welcome from the slftue that •overs the tangled wreckage. The

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There is, roughly, 25 feet of mud to take out yet before the Maine can he “raised.” The piling that forma the exterior of each of the caissons composing the cofferdam is 50 feet long. Between 26 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 T T'. , ■ fcfe' Oxygen-acetyline apparatus has been used to separate—“cut up”—the steel an'd iron of the ship where it was necessary to remere those tangled portions hampering the further work* of excavation. This apparatus resembles, In a way, a plumber's blow lamp. Only the Intense heat cuts through metfl 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 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 ihe picture are all oysters. When the water was being removed from the cofferdam thousands of fish and eels splashed and struggled In the tnclosure. 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 incloaurb. The work of constructing the cofferdam, and, in tact, 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 and, while It Isdthe first one of the sort ever constructed, the oomplsts succees of It has marked a place In the history of engineering. But successful as the work has been remarkable, the cold tact- probably is not more than half flntahed.

HOW TO FAT ROASTING EARS

Exuberant Poetical Instructions V' hr the Proper Handling of Green 0f : , Corn at the Table. 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 tififc forefinger and the thumbX This is no dinky business. It is as big as the morning sunshine. It is not just eating; it is not keeping soul and body together. It is lotting the soul out, letting It range over broad acres of waring 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 1 ocean of sunshine and showers, of which the roasting ear is only a wfep of the creamy spray. This thing of tackling a roasting ear, like a stolid urate, for the corn Itself, lowers it to the level of picking up chips oh running an errand; he is Just satisfying an fppetite and might as well eat fried onions with a caseknife. That kills hunger. It silences a craving. But eating green corn has a higher mission than that. It puts one as close to nature aar lying In a bed of lilies. One cannot taste the sunshine anywhere as when he seizes a juicy ear of corn in his eager fists and goes at Jt tilth an open countenance and a happy smile, ripping off thef rows of sweetened dews and dawns till his mouth and soul reek with delight.

Elat It on tlie cob; the whole cob; the longer the better. Take It as nature gives It to yon-vlts 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 #ales 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 thdm 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 oft 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 com 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 readetV Join the soul and eat com like a sparrow files to heaven —with a song on your mouth. —Chamber’s Journal.

Eatig Bevond Relish.

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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 $6,000 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 whero they can slake their thirst.—Mining and 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 la order to mak« medicines out of their bodies. An accidental movement of the apothecary at Pollaii, Herr Kobermauser. when giving medicine to a boy named Put* led the latter to heHere he was going to be killed. He nut away, but got such a fright that he feU Ul. The in habitants believed his story and boycotted the apothecary, who was at length compelled to prosecute. Puts was sentenced to fourteen days’ imprisonment, hut hit parents, who had spread the »tory were acquitted on the ground that they had acted in good faith.

FOUND HER LIFE WORK

REASON WHY ARIADNE DECIDED! TO ACCEPT ALGERNON. ' '-'v ■ < ».■■■ " •!* h: %jsKi ■< : -'^nftWq3Bw»3Bß| Sartorial Reformation of Man Wh# , Would Wear Yellow Spat* With »; Bathing Suit Was Labor Worthy ©f Her Am- ' bHlons. tiie gW looked drearily out over*: the sea, and from time to time she sighed deeply, and then bn a sudden.! the pale glamour of perplexity that had glazed her expression faded! away and a look of stem resolve, ofj sturdy determination, took its place,; She rose up from the little hollow Itti the spnd dune in which she bad been! reclining and wared her parasol, sum-' moningly, toward Algernon De Bray,* 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 Bps, came running toward her. 1 “What Is it, Ariadne?” he panted] as ho < climbed slippingly to the topi of the dune, dripping with the sea,r and shivering somewhat as the cool; breezes pranked playfully about him.; 4, 1 hare decided not to keep you! waiting longer for your answer, AJ-i gernon,” she said, dreamily gazing] away from his ankles. “You may re-j member that last night yon asked met to be your wife. It was on the pH azza—'” “Yes, dearest," he murmured, soft-' ly. "How could I forget?” / “And I—l asked time to consider, w i she said, drawing her mackintosh; more closely about her. “You mayj not know it, possibly, but 1 am an; ambitious woman, Algernon. I hare; been through Gassar college, and; have taken post-graduate degrees in* law, eivica and philosophy, and my hesitation in giving yon your answer; was due entirely to the feeling that with your great wealth at my disposal all incentive to work, to go out; into the world and make a career for! myself, would be taken ' away, feared that I should become an Idle! woman—a woman without a great! purpose in life—a thing which I despise." “Yes, dear,” he answered, soaking the salt water ont of his ear. ‘‘Go On.” . “But since you came out of your bathing house I have seen that those fears were idle,” she resumed, “and; that (here is a real life work that; perhaps only a woman of exceptional firmness of purpose could accomplish! In the position to which yep have' called me. You have offered me my; opportunity, and I cannot turn my back upon 1L”

shivered Algernon. "A man who will wear yellow spats with a bathing suit, Algernon De Bray, she hastened on, “will require th'e most contant, unremitting, arduous, and at times discouraging labor of a lifetime on the part of a devoted wife to knock any kind of decent sartorial sense into hi* so-called head, and so I have decided to undertake the responsibilities to which yon 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 afid embraced her so tightly that the dampness of his bathing suit swept over her like a cataract. “We shall be so happy!” he whis> pered 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 leas costly merely that we see no beauty in elaboration or superfluity, and display of pretty tendency to wear wreaths of wild fiowera 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 Charlee If.'* 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 Ifloman nobility believed in a return-to the primitive life, while Indulging In the greatest luxury. Tbs people who are really poor cherlqb no happy Illusions about plain attire and plainer fare. To them they are merely accompaniments of a povprty of which they are ashamed since-they cannot help it.

Wage Warfare on Hatpin.

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Mixed.

“ton don't aoom to enjoy yonri wtf.'a moolcal- • MO.- repttod Mr. Cumroy. "I <«, confused as usual. 1 never can remember that a Cremona isn’t SomsH thing to eat, and that a meringue Ua"h aAmA^hlaw jmi fib pi WtiT f. 1 U