Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 238, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 October 1911 — Page 3

MOTHERS GIRL

When tiie 8. 8. Marlon bad pulled eut of Bight 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 inan, hung >heavlly 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 as a handkerchief. Still, 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 companlonways, in the library, in the bow of the boat and in the stem he seemed destined to meet fragments from the feminine world and each bit looked prettier than the Jast For a moment Jim Murphy felt aggrieved; his allegiance to Helen Danvers shut him off from any shipboard romance—k here-to-fore much enjoyed privilege' of the ocean voyage. It was at dinner that the blow came. He was in the act bt giving his order to the steward when .that Individual Wished to the assistance of the girl who had been assigned to the seat next to his own. After one glance at her, Murphy realized that, had he been % Steward, his actions would have been the same. , s . '*T 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. , • v.

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 rudeness,” he said with a full measure of friendliness In his eyes. ‘T am a trifle peevish—there are the jolllest lot of pretty girls on this boat that I have ever crossed with and 1 feel afraid of all of them.” ’. Molly Sherwell laughed pnd glanced questloningly at Murphy. t “I would not have selected you as dne fearful of feminine wiles." “But I am engaged.” -Oh!" " 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 tlm'q sorceress—l feel sure that she at least wields her wand, over them all." “The wand of infatuation —only?” Jimmy Murphy but half expected an answer. “Infatuation is exactly the word," laughed Molly. *'l have crossed Hie ocean nine limes and on every trip I fell'madly in love.” “And the, men?” Murphy put the question quickly, eagerly desirous of knowing the outcome. Hfhrde 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 ques- ' '7 . , 7. I "I? Well—as soon as my feet touch thd wharf I am aa heart-free as if 1 had never seen a boat" - Jimmy Murphy was silent for so Jong a time that hts companion broke into s soft laugh. “Surely you are not going to have ioany more such serloug god profound moments during this tripf* * • “I will tell you exaotly what I was thldktng—lf you care to know. 6 Murphy turned so that he met her startled glance. “Do your “No," she put in quickly. V| H shall toll 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 my bettor nature won out and—" Murphy laughed lightly. “Then I have missed a rather amusing game—haven't 17^ Jim Murphy's lips shut tight Molly Sherwell cast a glsffbe at him and felt satisfied. Flippant remarks would have to bridge Many a chasm with this man and she hoped that her Inconsequent moods would never be far fmm htir wimman/l V “Since you arc bcartlccs and I a 4 engaged we are certainly well guarded against the wiles of the ocean—wlU you wilk on deck with me now? 1 insist on being fHendS-frtred.hlp * St nr****” ‘ * nd * Molly left the question unanswered. It was the tenth day, mad on the morrow Queenstown and all that the word meant would be with }he passenger. of the Marion. In the evening, the last night on board. Molly 81mr wall and Jim Murphy paoad a moonlit Immi Inhmi tli# irio#t pl#uut&t

By DOROTHY DOUGLAS

(Copyright. 1«1. tor Awaniitsd Literary Pros*.)

Veen calm and chummy rather than emotional—isn’t it so?" 77/77 7. *'Perhaps it has been to you—T , v Molly laughed quickly. “I do to Ueve you would be efriods in another or' two. It Is a good thing that ’ we will be having that sad sweet parting so soon—" 77/ : ■' 77 ..: ; -stop! You qnow as well as I that you are only trying to cover the real by the flippant.’ fill the time I am In London—you are going to be there. You bare 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.” i > “No, no—that was sOme of our inconsequent chatter at the beginning of the trip.” Molly tried to draw her 'jam away. 7 7 77.7'. When they arrived at the 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 promise. I love you, dear —it has been so since you came and sat beside me at the table.' It to not the first time that a man has found the one woman ,when it was too lute and I am not complaining— I 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 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 that life with any other wdman was Impossible. 1 5,

He did not see Mblly Sherwell again that night nor the next morning. The tender was alongside the Marlon and most pf the passengers for Queenstown were on the smeller boat. Murphy scanned every part of the ship, but the girl Vas noj to be seen. He concluded that she was in her stateroom packing as she was to go on to Liverpool. .7 r - Nevertheless he paced the- deck nervously expectant j Some inner consciousness told him that were shaping themselves Into strange channels. , 7 .;,7 ij 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 Mi he continued his mad dash for the lowest possible deck of the Marion.

When he* reaced the closest spot to toe tender and his eye caught sight of a trailing rope stern he made a firm clear dive into the almost calm water. ' There was a fearful stirring on both 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 swftnmer. After a brief but mighty struggle his hands found and clung to ; too rope of the tender. For one seoond 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 toe unconscious world. latter, Molly bent over hlou- “Yon might have died —dear—** Her voice broke. 7,7 77*.- ' 7 • '■ "I would have died anyway—without you. Everything went with you—what was the game worth Without love?” The cable, soaked sad quickly disappearing to nothingness, fell between them. 77 “My first 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 to —” “Even a week would seem long—wouldn’t it, dear?” i j-ii

Woman Had Him Guessing.

. Den McCarthy, auditor for Cohan A Harris, was fondling ten new |IOO bills In his offioe a day or two ago when a well known New York play broker—a woman —dropped in. t “What have you got there?" the asked of tb e auditor. 7*7< "It’s some of our new stage money" replied McCarthy. Here hq handed her a 1100 bill. “Pretty good imitation,, ehr Thq woman examined the bill closely. "Is that ea Imitation?" she ask"Weil, I declare!” said the caller. Then she dropped the bill In her handbag and started away. "I want to show nartniAnf, ,0 - , m , v._ * IwiLunnu mw uie omce coy orwu>ok I egraph, v- ‘ to-. ' _„7

TANGLE of the MAINE IS APPALLING

WRECK OF THE MAINE

MM IE work of raising the Maine I in Havana harbor Is not more j than half finished. While reports have been sent out from time to time fixing the date for the final raising of the derelict, aot one of such reports has been authorized, not one of . them is or can be' reliable. It was Stated nearly a year ago that Hie ship would be raised by February 1, 1911. Today toe greater part of The -ship is buried in sticky, black mud and there is every possl-. bility that six months will lapse, if not a much longer time, before the hull is fully exposed and raised, if it to ever found possible to float any part of it And no one to to blame for toe delay. The Job has proved itself just about ten times greater and .more formidable than it originally , gave promise of being. 7 7 Ship a Mass of Twisted Steel. No one who has not Seen toe 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 to recognizable a# such. Am idship the tangle begins. Funnels, conning towers, decks, cabins, engines, machinery, are all a tangled pathetic mass that even the most expert of naVat engineers and constructors have been unable to classify properly. The whole bow was blown off and turned around and pointed back toward toe stern. The old controversy of what caused toe explosion to still on, but experts declare the uncoVering of toe Maine will neVer solve toe myßtery. The titanic force of toe explosion —or explosions, for there were two of them without question—lmpresses toe observer as having been appalling. Think of a Torce that would break a steel battleship in twain and dance toe 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 too wreck—not if a million experts render theft “indisputable” opinions. The consensus of opinion to 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 toe 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 toe first. Some, but not many, Americana hold to-the opinion that the wreck was caused solely by an explosion of the vessel’s magaziiw.

. ■ ; 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 in by Spanish royalists, has a decided tendency to lend color to the theory that the wreck waa planned. Lurid stories of all sorts to “now 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 trom the bow of the Maine to Cabanaa had been discovered went the rounds. All ,auch stories are myths. But the Impressiveness, the Wlerdneas, the creepiness, the oppressive uncanntnes of the wreck itself is by no means mythical. It gets on one’s nerves. Eighty-eight men perishdd when toe Maine went down. About >i akele tions — ! or parts of skeletons have been recovered. As this is ‘written three skulls gleam their ghastly welcome from the siftne that revere the tangled wreckage. The I « .." • *

bodies cannot be reached until the tons of twisted metal that lie upon them are cut away and removed. Here a thigh bone, there a' rib, over yonder part of a hand —these are toe grewsome finds that toe 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 toe 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 found—bodies of toe 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* in 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. Bits of leather sword hilts, shoes, caps have comd out practically uninjured. All metals, however, show toe effect of the immersion. 7 v There is, roughly, 75 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 oofferdani 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 ss yet 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 excavation. This apparatus resembles, in a way, a plumber’s blow lamp. Only the intense heat cuts through metal aa 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 awdy the opposing metal parts will be continued until toe wreck Is entirely removed- 7 * 7/. 7 Inc rusted With Oysters. The whole part of the ship so far exposed is incrustefl with oysters and barnacles —mostly oysters. of thousands of the bivalves have attached themselves to toe hulk. The incrustations appearing in the plo.ture are all oysters. When the water was being removed from the cofferdam thousands of fish and eels splashed and struggled in the in closure. 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 hut slimy mod within toe tnclosure. The work of constructing the cofferdam. and. In fact, practically all of the executive labor connected with, the "raining,” 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 reenforced, and. while it is thq first one of the sort ever constructed. the oomplete success of It has marked a place in the history of engineering. 7 But successful as the work has been remarkable, the cold fact probably is hot more *tiaw

HOW TO EAT ROASTING EARS

wcsa's? Com at the Table. | ; Don’t cut it down and eat it with a apoon. Don’t stick silver spikes in the end and run It ai 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; it is not keeping soul and body together. It is letting the soul ant, letting it range over broad aeres of waving com, that rival the heavens in glory and extent, the finest token of earth’s richness and prodigality anywhere seen. Catch ofato that. Flaunt your fancy about in the limitless ocean of sunshine and showers, of which the roasting ear is' only a wisp ot-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 craving. But eating green com has a higher mission than that. It puts one as close to nature as lying in a bed of lilies. One carfrot taste the sunshine anywhere as when he seizes a juicy ear of com 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 greek with delight. - *

Bat it on the cob; the whole cob; the longer the better. Take it as nature gives it to yod—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 mom, the soft gales of the afternoon, the glow of the starlight, thbbymn of the sparrow, laughing dewdrops and the smile of the rainbow —they are all there for the alert soul that has a fancy above food. He wlvo does not see them nor feel them is not worthy of a roasting ear. •But the main thlngis the recklessness in the eating it, the joyous abandon 19 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 com on the cob than he can skin a cat. He measures his acta by a stifling propriety and not by'the broad light of the souL Dear reader, join the soul and eat com like a sparrow .flies to heaven —with a song on your mouth. —Chamber’s Journal. •

Eating Beyond Relish.

Have you ever kepe on eating candy Muir 'the pleasure In it has an 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.- >. ‘1 believe,” he says, “that physiology apd psychology both have one explanation to offer, and that is metncp- 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 duU sense of present satiety. And in the name of that memory we go on eating.” This is said in objection to'using sugar so freely in foods that it is too easy of access and does not have to be obtained by honest chewing to get it out of the heart of foods. He advises, in the Interest of moderation, that sliced banana or sweet apple sauce be occasionally used wHh cereals Instead of unmitigated sugar, and, for that matter, the more general use of fruit for its own sake.

Quide Posts in the Desert.

Prospecting and traveling In tlie great southwestern deserts always have been and probably always will 1m .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 Btates 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 and Engineering World.

Styrian Peasant Superstition.

A law salt for libel brought by an apothecary In Pollau. In Btyrla. 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 mahe medicines out at their bodies. An accidental movement of the apothecary at Pollan. Herr Kobermauser, when giving medicine to a boy named Pots led the latter to believe he was going to be killed He ran away, bat 'got such a fright that he fell HI. The Inhabitants believed his story and boycotted the apothecary, who was at length compelled to prosecute. Put* was sentenced to fourteen days’ imprisonment, but his parents, who had spread the story wet* acquitted on the ground that they ted acted In good thtth.

FOUND HER LIFE WORK

.......... ......... bj£ reclining and waved her parasol, sum-: moningly, toward Algernon De Bray, blue water sea, calling 1 the* while in commanding tones, and he,, hearing, with a radiant smile upoki hisMllps, came funning toward her, »" Mid. dreamily gazin^: 5 ankles. “You may roast night you asked me:

Age of Simplicity.

This Is a period of studied simplicity in dVess which does not imply that dress is any the lees costly merely that we see no beauty In elaboration or superfluity, and display of pretty tendency to wear wreathe of wild flowers on our hath Instead of plumes and rosea. Incidentally, no more striking proof can be furnished of an artificial age than a love of simplicity. In Charles ll.’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 greatest luxury. The people who are really poor cherish no happy Illusions about plain attire and plainer far*. To them they are merely accompaniments of a poverty of which they ar* ashamed, since they cannot help it

Wage Warfare on Hatpin.

A few months ago the Berlin police | president, Herr von Jagow, issued a courteous appeal to the fair Inhabitants of the city requesting them not to wear dangerously long hatpins la their headdress without covering the points with protecting sheaths. The police president’s appeal, however, does not appear to have met with the desired compliance, and several more or less serious hatpin accidents have recently happened. Herr von Jagow an whose unprotected hatpin inflicts a wound o* another person liable • fine of $175 and to a term of lmprisondltlon to which the Injured party may*

Mixed.

• Ton don’t teem to enjoy your, wife’s muslcal” “No,** replied Mr. Cumrox *1 got, thing to eat, and * meringue Unit I something you, play m.*