Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 January 1912 — Page 3

IN THE LAND OF LOTUS-EATERS

M Tla not 80 many years ago ■ —that tourists did not find much inducement to make a prolonged stay in the* French Protectorate KgSw 7 of Tunisia, the new fangrw led name for that ancient V"v promontory of North Asm&U, rica, which* once*; knew the glory of Carthage and - of Rome, its chief city

now being “Tunis the * White,” so white thßt U iR called “The Burnous of the Prophet;” for a new Carthage, Another Gibraltar, was in process of formation at Bizerta, oh the very site ■-of jmi ancient Phoenician colony, where Agathocles built a harbor twen-ty-two centuries before the • French, seizing Tunis with a high hand, set to work to transform It into a great naval station. Strangers—and in those pre-Edwardian days English strangers especially—were not welcome at Bizerta; but the old order has changed, giving place to new. . < > ; fHuch that was picturesque, at Bizerta, at Tunis, and elsewhere, has been wiped out; towns have been girded with neat French streets and wide ' boulevards —wherever the Frenchman goes be paves and plants a boulevard —the land has been cohered with a network of railways. The same energy and skill that have made Algiers and its charming suburb of Mustapha a favorite winter resort of Europeans have been displayed at Tunis. The Protectorate is fast taking its place as one Of the winter haunts of those fortunates who can fly southward with the swallows. _ < Having, caught the last glimpse of Notre Dame, de la Garde at Marseilles and bid farewell to Europe, the steamer takes these lucky mortals straight across the Mediterranean to the Al- ■ gerianport of Bone and thence in two easterly' loops along the coast of Bi»ert»*and Goletta. Housed at Tunis or .Marsa, and having performed the first duty—a visit to the site of Carthage—they can turn their attention to a series of wonderful excursions, each ®ne of which will be a fresh revelation of that eternal subject befitting an Eternal City—the power and might of the Roman empire. The winter resident will realise in North Africa better than anywhere else, and in Tunisia better than any where else in North , Africa, that the Mediterranean was a Roman lake, and if he is a widely read ■ and widely traveled man he will agree, on the whole, with the opinion expressed in the guide book that “no country in the world, with the exception of Italy, is more remarkable for . its memorable events and movements than Tunisia," and that “of all'the periods of Tunisian history the Roman occupation was the One which has left .its greatest-mark In the country." There Is no more impressive Roman mark than the ROman aqueduct. Italy, Spain, Southern France,- and Northern Africa are stamped with this symbol of power and civilization—the long line of gigantic arches running straight across country, brlnging'from far-off springs, over valley and plain, the cool mountain stream into the heart of the parched city. The aqueduct and the bath were the first “installation” of a conquering ’Roman army after the Roman road and the Roman camp had done their work. Bo It was in Tunisia. The first thing the traveler sees is the great aqueduct which, by underground canals or

PUTS WINGS ON OYSTERS

Prof. McSorley of Seaford, L. U Crosses Them With Flying. > • < Fish. “Well, I guess the scientists of the world ready to come to me for kindergarten instruction again,” said Prof. Aloysios Darwin Huxley Columbus McSorley of Seaford, L. 1., when he dropped into town today for his regular weekly visit to Broadway, says., a New York correspondent of the Boston Herald. ~ - “Before the, end of the week they’ll have a dozen cigars, a new automobile, a couple of aeroplanes' and a combined breakfast food and furniture polish named after me. _. “This week I’ve finished a Job that I think is worth while. 1 ain’t going to give any exhibition of my latest hybrid, but, take it from me, it out- . hybrids anything in the hybridology line that ever was hybrided. That’s going some, too, for my barking dogfish that used to catch channel cats was pretty near perfection and my collapsible mule was the wonder of the age Jor a time. ;? “You see, this latest thing in hybridology is the result of my getting the rheumatics last fell digging clams. I found this year that I wasn’t as spry * as I used to be and couldn’t dig more than a ten or so of soft shells before noon, and when 1 started to rake oysters in. the Afternoon I felt tuckered out That got me thinking Schneider of Goose Creek would hear about thia, and I began thinking how to have the laugh on him. Before next spring I can have my oysters gathered at daylight without getting MtJtod sailed Sh^o^Mflßh 111 ! netted thTbest SXg bnmi ind brought them homo.

uplifted on hundreds of magnificent arches, delivered six million gallons of water a day from the rocky heights of Zaghouan, far away in the south, into Roman Carthage. The Vandal and the Spaniard helped to destroy this great work, but there—indestructible as Rome Itself —still'stand hundreds of its arches crossing the Valley of the Melian. At the first sight of them one word'rises to the lips—“ Rome!” The line of the great aqueduct points in the direction of the charming little town of Zaghouan, about forty miles from Tunis, the starting place of the aqueduct, “a pleasant spot, embossed in orange and fig trees, a wilderness of cactus, myrtle, rose laurel, and arbutus, with a tall palm here and there lifting its head into the clear sky.” Zoghouah now boasts its “Hotel de France,” amf* is ‘ becoming a favorite resort of winter visitors from all parts of Europe, bidding fair to be, on a smaller scale, fcr Tunis what Biskra is for Algiers. The chief charm .pf Zaghouan lies in its Nymphaeum, a Roman semicircular colonnade and water temple, which once held the statue of the pro l tectlng divinity of the spring. The Nymphaeum, the spring head of the water supply of Carthage, is one of the most beautiful of the Roman remains of Tunisia, as charming in architectural design as it is in its conception.' What more fitting than a sacred shrine at the fountain and origin of so beneflclent a work? Towering above the desolate dwelling of the Water nymph is the vast peak of Ras-el-Ka'sa. It takes four, hours to ascend its 4,000 feet of height, but when you’ stand on the summit you can see more than a half of the whole territory of Tunisia. Once settled in winter quarters in Tunis, the visitor has a bewildering choice of excursions. One of the most enjoyable is that by.Tteamer southward, along the coast of the GUlf of Syrtis, touching at Shfsa, where one can land and take the rail to the Holy

got friendly like, I let them play around the front yard wlth*my pet oysters until they got used to them. After a while I set some of the eggs in my incubator With oyster seed. “That was only the first stage. The flying fish, when hatched, looked a little like oysters and oysters 'a* little like flying fish. Then when these laid eggs and I hatched them they looked more alike than ever. “Now*l’ve got my flying oysters perfect When I want a mess of the best blue points all I’ve got to do is to ring a bell and the jump out of the oyster bed, sail right into the bin and wait to be opened. "I’m going to try to cross a . swordfish into the next year and make them self-opening, but I’ve been too busy frost fishing lately to work this scheme out to the best advantage.”

SHOWN HOW TO GET FOOD

Young Hawks Are Systematically Taught by Parent the Way to Seize Prey. While fishing in a remote and wild part of Scotland a British naturalist chanced to witness an performance in the form of a feeding lesson given by an old hawk to its young. A cry of a young hawk to its parent was heard, and the naturalist soon located three young peregrine falcons, sitting side by side op a shelf of rock overhanging the lake In which he was fishing. Presently the old bird came into view, like a dot out of the sky, and made straight for her vociferous young. u 2- —-' ■ She poised high above the shelf on which they were sitting add, to the gs £ xzs I youngster number cm

City of Kerouan. After Susa, the ruins of.JThapsus are passed, where Julius Caesar smashed the power of the Pompeian party; then the steamer calls in at Mahedla, where Hannibal took ship after his flight from Carthage, now a pretty little town with modern Improvements and the inevitable “Hotel de France.” Thence to Sfax, a much bombarded town, which put up a fair fight against the French in 1881; and so to Gabes, a place of Greeks and Jews, surrounded by oases and villages of Arab tentdwellers. Gabes is an oasis of gar-, dens and date palms, entwined by clinging vines. One can wander at will among orange, citron, almond, fig, and pomegranate treds, amid which run gurgling little waterways. From Gabes the southward journey caff be continued to Djerba—the Island of the Lotus-Eaters —of whom Homer sang lnthat “Romance es the Youth of the World," the Odyssey:— Now whosoever did eat the honeysweet fruit-of the Lotus had no more. wish to bring,tidings, nor 'to cbme back,, but there he chose to-abide with the lotus-eating men, ever feeding on the lotus and forgetful of his homeward way.” What was it, this lotus fruit, the fruit of forgetfulness? Commentators have covered reams of paper with theory and conjecture. But this is what Sir Lambert Playfair says: “It seems unnecessary to go out of one’s way to searbh for the Homeric food. The island is covered with it. No greater blessing was ever bestowed by Providence on man, and no other fruit is so all-sufficient tat human sustenance as the honey-sweet lotus of the ancients—the date of the modern Arab.” Djerba Is fertile and beautiful; the inhabitants are gentle and quiet; and growing on the island are one millions three hundred thousand date palms. Let the winter resident or the casual tourist beware, therefore, how he lands on the Isle of the Lotus-Eaters lest be forget the homeward way!

dashed off the cliff. Evidently this was not its first lesson, for it hurled itself into a beautiful swoop and actually caught the prey before it reached the water. ' _ The youngster was not allowed to enjoy it, however, for down came the old bird, and with the utmost grace snatched it from the young one’s grasp and ascended in rapid rings to the height of several hundred feet The discomfited youngster, with some difficulty, returned to the rocky shelf The old hawk repeated this maneuver, dropping the prey this time in front of number two ",. The young all knew their lesson, for neither number one nornumber three ventured to stir. It was number two who started in pursuit, and, like its brother or sister, succeeded in interrupting the falling prey before it reached the water. The old hawk did as before, snatch ing the prey from her offspring. Ris Ing high in the air, she this time dropped it before number three, who in turn, caught it But number three was not allowed to possess the prize The old hawk now ascended to the shelf beside the young ones, tore the prey to pieces and proceeded to di vide it equally among her hungry and expectant progeny.—Harper’s Weekly

Had Auntie Stumped.

Sheldon and Huntley are twins, equally inquisitive and eke full of boy ssh enthusiasm. Their Aunt Anne has especial charge of their religious train Ing, in the course of which she has been at pains to tell them of the Lord’s omnipotence. ‘ • “Whatever exists,” she told them “God trees, and the flow era, the sun and the moon and the stare—everything, everywhere.” “Mother,” said Sheldon, on Sun day morning, viewing the prepare tions for airing the bedding, “does God make everything?” hemake the beds, too?” was But there was none to u«<

HOW TO RENOVATE PAINTINGS

Simple Suggestions By Which Beauty of Pictures Can Be Preserved indefinitely. Often the beauty of a painting is lost because it is so thickly covered with dust s To remedy this, follow these suggestions: Brush the painting free from dust and wash the canvas with water, using a sponge. Now take a piece of shaving soap and rub it over the entire painting, leaving it on a very short while. Scrub off with a brush, and when it is thoroughly dried, rub the canvas with a piece of linen which has been dipped into benzine. Do not use this too freely, however. If the painting appears dull, a little olive oil will benefit this. A coat of thin, colorless varnish is now applied, which protects the painting and keeps it bright for a long time. To brighten a gold frame, boil some onions in water until soft, mash them fine find use the fluid that is extracted.

HINT ABOUT WASHING VEILS

How White Lace Affairs Can Be Clean and as Good as New With a Little Care. Keep your white lace veils clean by letting them lay in a strong lather of white soap and clean water for half an hour; squeeze and rinse in clear water. Then rinse twice in weak blue water. Now pass the veil through water in which, a very little raw starch has been dissolved; squeeze the water out, and stretch and pin it on a clean doth, keeping the edges as straight as possible. Should the veil be edged with scallops, fasten each out with pins, so when it is dry the lacy part will be smooth. When almost dry, place under a thin cloth and iron with a warm iron. Roll over a bottle to keep it perfectly smooth when not in use.

Cocoanut Pie.

Put two even tablespoonfuls of grated cocoanut into a pint of milk. Add three even tablespoonfuls of sugar, the yolks of two well beaten eggs and two even tablespoonfuls of corn starch stirred to a paste with a little cold milk.. Add butter the size of a walnut and cook, until thickened and smooth. Line a pie plate with crust, prick in several places and bake in a hot oven. -Then fill the crust with the cocoanut mixture and spread with meringue made from the whites of the eggs beaten to a stiff froth with two tablespoonfuls of sugar. Sprinkle with cocoanut, set in an oven and brown slightly, in the oven.

Chocolate Fudge.

Put two cups sugar, a half cup milk, a quarter cup butter and four squares of chocolate into the same pan and simmer ten minutes. Take from the fire, add one teaspoonful vanilla and stir five minutes until soft and creamy. Pour lh buttered pans. , - To make the pldin Vassar fudge add to two cups, white granulated or soft brown sugar, one cupful thick cream. Put this over the fire and when it gets hot add a quarter cake' chocolate, grated or broken in fine pieces. Stir constantly and vigorously.

Tomato Salad in Winter.

Take the juice from a can of tomatoes, and, with gelatine, make into a -jelly that will mold. Place a slice of this jelly, alternate with lettuce leaves and serve with a mayonnaise dressing salad. Thus prepared it ip almost as delightful as with fresh tomatoes, in fact, it is preferred by many, as the unpleasant features of the tomato, the seeds and skin, are eliminated. The tomato jelly will keep for several days, so that enough can be made for several salads.

For Rusty Grates.

Grates rust easily when fires are given up, and when the cool days come and fires are again needed the housewife looks for a means to clean and polish them. A little bath brick made into a thin paste with sweet oil rubbed over the surface of the grate or fireirons and worked fa. with a soft cloth will do the work. Polish with a chamois or old flannel. Common salt and brown paper, heated, will remove rust from steel grates or flatirons.

Molasses Doughnuts.

Half cup molasses, one-half cup sugar, one cup sour milk, one large teaspoon salt, one-half teaspoon each of ginger and nutmeg, one teaspoon soda, one-fourth teaspoon cream tartar, two eggs, one tablespoon sweet cream, flour enough to handle easily. Sift all ingredients together before adding milk and eggs. 'Have lard piping hot and turn doughnuts but once in it

A Linen Bleach.

White, frocks and blouses or underclothing that have got “a bad color” should be first soaked fa cold water to which a little ammonia has been added, and then give a. “lemon bleach"— that is, a large lemon should be cut Into slices, rind and all, and boiled up in the boiling pan or small copper. When at full boiling point pop in the linens and muslins and boil for 20 minutes.

Tomatoes en Surprise.

Select tomatoes of even size, cut era; ^ ißh > tt°cookdth salt and pepper and cover each ith grated cheese. Put in a hot oven j»d cook till |he eggs are set.

MAJOR AND MAID

By MARTHA McCULLOCH- WILLIAMS

The maid was pretty—maids have to be, in and out of stories, if things are to happen to them. This is not saying plain maids are barred from romances, hut a subtle setting forth of the mystic fact that somehow, sometime every maid has her hour or minute of charmr With Elise the hour was always. She lay down delightful and rose up enchanting. What chance, then, had the Major?—the Major who born susceptible, had improved the talent by assiduous cultivation? He had made love in five languages, In pretty well every corner of the globe. His title was real enough—he had held, once upon a time, a commission in a state troop that was full of patronage for any sort of mere regulars. Rich, a bachelor, more than falr-iooking, and fastidious, yet ardent, it was a marvel that he had come to forty-five with no more than an occasional singed wing.

Elise, at something more, than sweet and twenty, had begun to weary of mere men. Those' of . her own -age seemed to hej immature. She wished in her idle moments —they were very very few—that princes and potentates ranged America in disguise, the same as they did' in wonder-romances. Presidents could not do such things—hardly even governors or judges. Each and several they were doo well known —besides they rarely came to hear the liberal education of matrimony. She was beginning to suffer from “the passion for distinction” which somebody says is the strongest of human impulses. Therefore the Major appealed to her enormously. ~ They met at Glenly. Nora Page, hostess there, had vowed for two years they were meant one for another. She was by way of seeing her prophecy come true, when Fate gave a twist to things. The mildest, most ridiculous twist—-*but, after all, there are no trifles either in life or love. Notwithstanding, Joe Bassett was a human, commonplace friend to Nora’s brother and. like him, a lawyer struggling to get a foothold, who had been asked at about the thirteenth hour, when three more eli-

gible fellows had been held from coming. The house party had begun midweek, the extra men coming down for Sunday. Thus the major, and Elsie had had three days wherein to appraise each other, and find the result satisfactory. His mind had been made up, indeed, as early as Friday luncheon that here was the predestined Mrs. Archibald Wayne, Elise ■had not been quite so precipitate, yet there was more than a leaning in her consciousness- toward the major.

came Joe Bassett, and after him a heavenly Sunday. It was too fine altogether to * be wasted motoring— besides, Elise was tired of whirring past fields knee deep in lush June grasses, past roadsides starred with sweetbrier, snuff the earth-fra-grance, idle deliciously in shade or sunlight, solely according to her own vagrant fancy. Therefore, she let the. cars go off without her, setting forth herself a little after with only the major and the Fratton girl, for company. The Fratton girl presupposed her fiance, Ben Martin—but I Elise knew well that an- engaged couple though quite sufficient for propriety, were practically the same as nobody. She strolled lightly forward, laughing and chatting, conscious that the Major trembled if she did but look at him, conscious also that the other pair was well out of earshot, In fact hardly 4n sight She Was at her best a creature of whim, of charm untold. The Major wanted to kneel, and lay himself and his fortune at her feet. Seasoned though he was, he was much in love —-so much that he was awkwardly self conscious. To speak plainly, he was suffering the pangs he should rightly have undergone in his sallow youth. Like other youthfid ails they sit ill upon maturity. Therefore, he had been’calmly, audaciously masterful with women, daunted him —worse than an army with banners. He had been fearless of all save one thing—namely, cattle. But be had forgotten bis sea he. had forgotten all else upon this smiling Sunday save the fact that he was walking with the girl be loved. When the way ran presently across a atile into a stretch of grassland, he rejoiced—the stile gave him excuse -to take Elise half in his arms. ■> N* he set her upon her little feet he breathed hard—and murmured hoarsely: ' “You —you—must know what you’ve done to me—what you mean! Tell me—have I—any—any chance r Elise answered only with a dainty ffialf smile, and darted across the turf toward a clump of magnificent beeches. Widespread boughs drooped about them—thus she did not see that the shade tent had an occupant, two occupants indeed, albeit one was too *igb for instant vision, being perched upon a big bough that gave a secure seat. The other stood upon four hoofs, tossing a beautiful angry head up and down. He was a pure-bred Devon buß, redU a strawberry all over, and in line and build the pattern of his kind. X batter-end trailed from the ring fa his nose. Evidently he had broken bounds—was a runaway, and fa a temper. But Elise

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felt nsr fear. She shook a small fist at hfm,Wying: --- v."OJ ’ You sultan! Do you want all thls-beautlful shader “RunF For goodness sake, run!” the major panted at her elbow, himself turning and sprinting at * surprising rate. Thedjjull made to follow him, bellowing And pawing as he ran. Elise stepped nimbly aside—she r was too amazed, too angry for fear, though she knew there was real danger. Knotsbf scarlet ribbon Hacked her white frock—(fie sunshine glinting on them, accented them so the red creature grew mad over them. Wheeling, he would have charged bet, disdaining to follow the flying major, but that a lean, long arm reached OVer his neck, caught the halter end and brought him up standing with a jerk. J Joe Bassett up in the tree, easing. bis heart through the medium of very: bad verses to Elise, who had smitten him hopelessly at first blush, had come to the rescue. It was a near half a minute it seemed the Wet would break away—but the lean band held with a grip of steeL Presently the animal stood subdued, but panting angrily, wild to get at Elsie, but held subject to a man. “You had better go!” Joe said, contritely as though feeling himself culpable for the spoiling of her walk. She shook her head at him, uni! Ing, as she said:' ‘T shall stay—til! help comes. Remember —a runner has gone for It.” Something in her tone made Joe’s heart flag. She was looking him over critically. “If I take off your belt don’t you think you can fasten him to that small tree with it?” she asked a little hesitatingly. joe_ nodded laughing. How'' he blessed , his stars for putting op that ugly leathern Strap, instead of a fancy girdle. It took all his self control not to change color when Elise put her arms about him to loosen it, but somehow he stood like a graved imkge. • . Fate was on his side. After the bull was fast, standing disconsolate, a tricky ..wind, blew to EBse. the blurred sheet Joe had dropped. He tried to reclaim it —but with her moat winsome smile she put the hand holding it behind her, saying softly: “I want to read It when I am all alone.” Just, then farm hands came running in. True enough, the major bad sent them. He himself waited at the stile for Elise, but after one look in her eyes walked sedately ahead, leaving Bassett master of the situation. Master of it he remained. They were married In the fall. Joe put by his pride and overlooked Elsie’s _ money—Which she thought an adorable thing to do. ; ; ;

Cop Violated Tradition.

On the advice of a friend the motor salesman demonstrated a |4,000 mar chine on a particular stretch of Long Island road. He came back to. town disgusted. '• “Road's all right," he said, “but the policeman over there is no good. You couldn’t give away the best machine on the market with a chump tike him standing around." * ‘ s “What has the to do with your making a friend asked. "DoF said the salesman. "Everything. Any policeman who knows his business will arrest a demonstrator if he is going only four miles an hour. That tickles the purchaser; makes him tbtok he is getting a machine that is capable of smashing every speed'law In the land. But what happened on that Long Island road? Nothing. I hit it up to sixty miles an hour, and that fool cop just stood and grinned at me. Of course, my*’ man didn’t buy.”—New York Press.

London's Mansion House.

The Mansion house, which will be “ the future residence of the new lord mayor, was built by the eictes Danee between 173« and- 1753. This pro. 7 . longgddelay was caused by. the discovery of numerous springs of water in digging the foundations, which bad to be based upen piles. Originally the facade had a heavy attic story commonly called “The Mare’s (Mayor’s) Nest.” The famous Egyptian hah, which is the principal room, was so styled because intended by. tbe architect to reproduce exact! y the Egyptian han described by Vitruvius. The cost of the Mansion house, £71.000, is alleged to have been partly, defrayed from fines inflicted upon nonconformist members of the corporation for not receiving the ing to the rites of the-..established church, as required by the. corporation act of Charles B.

Anything but Work.

“Your daughter practices on the piano faithfully, I notice. Now mine hates it.” -Mine 4|es. too. But She’d rather practice -sb day than help with the housework.” '.

Bad Judgment.

UP automobile.