Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 26, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 January 1912 — Page 2

The Daily Republican Iw? Day Except Sunday HEALEY I CLARK, Publishers. RENSSELAER, INDIANA.

THE GIRL from HIS TOWN

By MAKE VAN VORST

IDtutntiou ky M. G. KETTNER

(Copyright, 1910, by The Bobbs-Merrill Co.)

CHAPTER I. Dan Blair. The fact that much he said, because of his unconscionable slang, was incomprehensible did not take from the, charm of his conversation as far as the duchess of Breakwater was concerned. The brightness of his expression, his quick, clear look upon them, his beautiful young smile, his not too frequent laugh, his “new gayness,” as the duchess called his spirits, his supernal youth, his difference, credited him with what nitre-tenths of the human race lack—charm. f His tone was not too crudely western; neither did he suggest the ultra east, with which they were familiar. American women went down well enough with them, but American men were unpopular, and when the visitor, arrived, Lady Galorey did not even announce him to the party gathered for "the first shoot.” The others were in the armory when the ninth gun, a young chap, six feet of him, blond as the wheat, cleanly set up and very good to look at, came in with Lily, Duchess of Breakwater, Lady Galorey, his hostess, greeted them. "Oh, here yoh are, are you? Lord Mersey, Sir John Fairthrope.” She mumbled the rest of the names of her companions as though she did not ‘ understood, then waved toward The young chap, calling him Mr. Dan Blair, and he, as she hesitated, added: “From Blairtown, Montana." “And give him a gun, will you, Gordon?” Lady Galorey spoke to her husband. "I discovered Mr. Blair, Edie,” the duchess announced, “and he didn’t even know there was a shoot on for today. Fancy!” , “I guess," Dan Blair said pleasantly, "I’ll take a gun out of this bunch," | and he chose one at random from sev- | eral indicated to him by the gamekeeper. “I get my best luck when 1 go it blind. Right! Thanks. That’s so, Lady Galorey, I didn’t know there was to be any shooting until the duchess let it out.” To himself he thought with good-na-tured amusement, "Afraid I’ll spoil their game record, maybe!*’ and went out along with them, following the insular noblemen like a ray of sun, smiling on the pretty woman who had discovered him In the grounds where he had been poking about by himself. &■' far •fcwwwß'a name; jgn; toS ’corral’—word of his own —the dear boy, Edith? How did he get to Osdene Park, or in fact anywhere. Just as he Is, fresh from Eden?" “Thought I’d let him take you by surprise, dearest. Where’d you find Dan?" “Down by the garden house, feeding the rabbits, on his knees like a little boy, his hands full of lettuces: I’d just come a cropper myself on the mare. She fell, Fm sorry to say, Edie, and hacked her knees quite a lot. One of those disguised ditches, you know. I was coming along leading her when I ran on your friend.” The young duchess was slender as a willow, very brunette, with a beautiful, discontented face. “Fm going to show Dan Blair off,” Lady Galorey responded, "going to give the debutantes a chance.” Placidly nodding, the duchess lit a cigarette and began quoting from Dan Blair’s conversation: “I fancy he won’t let them ‘worry him;’ he’s too *busy!’” —• “You mean that you’re going to keep him occupied T" The duchess didn’t notice this. "Is he such a catch?” Neither of the women had walked out with the guns. The duchess had a bad foot, and Lady Gaiorey never went any where she could help with her husband. She now drew her chair up to the table in the morning room, to which they had both gone after the departure of the guns, and regarded with satisfaction a quantity of stationery and the red leather desk appointments. *. “Sit down and smoke if you like, Lily; Fm going to fill out some lists." "No, thanks, I’m going up to my rooms and get Parkins to ‘massey’ this beastly foot of mine. I must have fallen on 1L But tell me first, is Mr. Blair a catch?*’ Lady Galorey had opened an address book and . looked up from it to reply: “Something like ten million pounds.” “Heavens! Disgusting!" ? ’“Hie richest young man ’west of some river or other.’ At any rate he told me last night that it was 'elean

money.* I dare way- the river is responsible for its cleanliness, but that fact seemed to give him satisfaction.” The duchess was leaning on the table at Lady Galorey’* side. 7 “Dan’s father took Gordon all over the west that time. he went to the states for a big hunt Infheßockles. He got to know Mr. Blair awfully well and liked him. The old gentleman bought a little property about that time that turned out to be a gold mine.” With persistency the duchess said: “How d’you know it is ‘clean money,’ Edith? Not that it makes a rap of difference,” she laughed prettily, “but how do you know that he Is rich to this horrible extent?” Lady Galorey put down her address book Impatiently; “Does he look like an Impostor?” The other returned: "Even the archangel fell, my dear Edith!” “Well,” returned her friend, “this one Is too young to have fallen far,” and she shut up her list in desperation. The duchess sat down on the edge of the lounge and raised her expressive eyes to Lady Galorey, who once more looked at her sarcastically, and went on: "Gordon liked the old gentleman; he was extraordinarily generous—quite a type. They called the town after him —Blairtown; that is where the son ‘hails from.’ He was a little lad when Gordon was out and Mr. Blair promised that Dan should come over here and see us one day, and this,” she tapped the table with her pen, “seems

Feeding the Rabbits, on His Knees Like a Little Boy

to be the day, for he came down upon us in this breezey way without even sending a wire, ‘Just turned up’ last night Gordon’s mad about him. His father has been dead a year, and he is just twenty-two.” “Good heavens!” murmured the duchess. Lady Galorey opened her address book again. “Gordon’s got him terribly on his mind, my dear; he has forbidden any gambling or any bridge as long as the boy is with us. , . .” Her companion rose and thrust her hands Into the pocket of her tweed coat. She laughed softly, then went over to the long window where without, across the pane, the early winter mists were flying, chased by a furtive sun.- .- , ’ . .■' . - '■ “Gordon said that the boy’s father treated him like a king, and that while the boy Is here he Is going to look out for him.” Over her shoulder the other threw out coldly: “You speak as though he were In a den of thieves. I didn’t know Gordon’s honor was so fine. As for me, I don’t gamble, you know.” Lady Galorey had decided that Lily’s insistent remaining gave her a chance to fill her fountain pen. She was, therefore, carefully squirting in the ink, and she flushed at her friend’s last words. Lady Galorey hergelf was the best bridge player in London, and cards were her passion. She did not remind the lady in the window that there were other games besides bridge, but kept both her tongue and her tempter. After a-little silence Ln which the womteii followed each her own thoughts, the duchess murmured: “I'll toddle upstairs, Edie —let you write. Where did you say we were golni| to meet the guns for food?” -■ “At the gate by the White Pastures. There’ll be a cart and a motor going, whichever you like, around two.” “Right,” her grace nodded; “111 be on time, dearest.” And Lady Galorey with a relieved sigh heard the door close behind the duchess. Wiping her fountain pen delicately with a bit of cbpmois/ah*

m<'FßSHred: “Well* Dan Slalrlstetrt of' Eden, poor dear, If he met her by the gate.” A fortune of a round ten million pounds was a small part of what this young man had Come into by direct inhgritApre from the.,.Copper King ofBlairtown, Montana. For once the money figure had not been exaggerated, but Lady Galorey did not know about the rest of Dan’s inheritance. The young man whistling in his rooms in the bachelor quarters of Osdene Park House, dressed for dinner without the aid of a valet When Lord Galorey had asked him “where his. man servant was,” Dan had grinned. “Gosh, 1 wouldn’t have one of those Johnnies hanging around me —never did have! I can put on my stockings all right! There was a chap on the boat I came over in who let his man put on his stockings. Can you beat that?” Blair had laughed again. “I think if anybody tickled my feet that way I would be likely to kick him in the eye.” pressing in his room he whistled under his breath a song from a newlypopular comic opefa; and he intoned with a~cTear'ybung'volce a line of the words: > “Should-you-go-to-Mandalay.” Out through his high window, if he had looked, he would have seen the misty sweep of the park under the faint moonrise and fine shadows that the leaves made in the veiled light, but he did not look out He was dressing for dinner without a valet and giving a great deal of care to his toilet; for the first time he was to

dine in the house of a nobleman and in the presence of a duchess; not that it meant a great deal to him—he thought it was “funny.” In Dan Blair’s twenty-two years of utterly happy days his one grief had been the death of his father. As soon as the old man had died Dan had gone off into the Rockies with his guides and not “shown up” for months. When he came back to Blairtown, as he expressed it, “he packed his grip and beat it while his shoes were good,” for the one place he could remember his father had suggested for him to go. Blairtown was very much impressed when the heir came in from the Rockies with “a big kill,” and the orphan’s ease did not seem especially disturbed. But no one in the town knew how the boy’s heart ached for the old man. When Dan was six years old his father had literally picked him up by the nape of the neck and thrown him into the water like a pup and watched him swim. At eight he sent the boy off with a gun to rough camp. Then he took Dan down in the mines with the men. His education had been won in Blairtown, at a school called public, but which in reality was nothing more than a pioneer district school. On Sundays Dan dressed up and went with his father to church twice a day and in. the week days his father took him to the prayer meetings, and at sixteen Dan went to college in California. He had just completed his course when old Blair died. Then he inherited fifty million dollars. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Vanilla Bean In England.

Society women are interested in the activities of Mrs. Joseph Chamberlain, who is cultivating in her garden several vanilla bean vines. Ttye vine is delicate and fragrant and has a commercial value. It is a terrestrial parasite and grows on almost any kind of tree, lighting up the rudest and most attractive bark with its dainty festoons of leaves and tendril?. The beans form early, and even the least experienced amateu can raise the useful vanilla plant— London Mail

SHE HAS CUT GROCER’S BILLS IN HALF

MRS. BLEECKER BANGS of Brooklyn, N. Y., is the originator of the Housekeepers’ Market club, which may be a solution of the problem of the high cost of living. There are six women in Mrs. Bangs’ club. Every Friday each member gives her a list of the things she wants, and Mrs. Bangs then goes to market and buys everything at Wholesale prices. The goods are delivered at her house, and the members of the club call there, settle accounts, and take their things home. The saying effected averages more than 50 per cent

WANT TO WED LAND

Persons Failing to Draw Farms Would Marry. Lucky Ones in South Dakota Distribution Are Besieged by Unsuccessful Entrant*—One Man Writes Letter to Two Women. Omaha, Neb. —Ten thousand men and half as many women having failed to draw farms in the recent distribution of Indian lands in South Dakota, seem determined to marry 160 acres of land —at least, it looks that way from the number of offers of marriage now being received by those who were lucky enough to make a “strike” in the-big lottery. From appearances some of the disappointed men have simply gone through the list of winners and whenever there appeared the name of a woman as having drawn a farm have written her, offering their heart and their hands — the latter for use in “breaking" the 160 acres of land and making a home on it And a lot of the women seem to have followed the same plan. When Judge Witten, in charge of the land drawing at Gregory, S. D., advisedfrom the platform that the young m‘en who failed to draw a farm do their very best to draw a wife, he probably little expected that not only would 10,000 or 15,000 men tofte him at,, his word, but thousands of women would enter the lists for a helpmate. Miss Elizabeth Crowe of 1510 North Twenty-eighth street, Omaha, was one of the lucky ones and drew a fine farm. Now Miss Crowe can. have her pick of half a dozen or more men who

HEN PECKS MAN’S DIAMOND

Gem From Shirt Stud Vanishes In Novel Manner—Owner of Jewel Refuses to Kill Chicken. Allentown, Pa. —Because he petted a pretty white Leghorn hen during the closing hours of the Allentown poultry show, A. B. Flower, a poultry fancier from central New York state, is minus his diamond stud. , Flower came on, hoping to meet Judge Braun of Syracuse, with whom he had business. In the display from the Blink Bonnie farm was an attractive little white chicken that everybody made a pet of. During the week she had been taken out of her cage many times and allowed to sit on the shoulders of women, when she would peck at their earrings or the buttons on.their coats. Flower was much taken up with the hen, and put her on bls shoulder, when she began to peck at his diamond. He and the bystanders laughed at the cuteness of the chicken. It seems the stone was not very well fastened, and as the little hen gave it a vigorous tug tfie sparkler loosened and she swallowed it Some unfeeling bystander suggested killing the chicken/ but Flower vetoed the suggestion, saying it was his own fault, and that he had more diamonds anyway.

Inherits Fortune and Drops Dead.

Middletown, N. T. —John Taylor, who received word a few days ago that he had fallen heir to a portion of an estate valued at 1180,000, dropped dead. His body waa found in his barn near this city. Taylor had planned to. give up fanning as soon a* he received Ms legacy. ~ - --

have asked to share in her good fortune. Every mail adds to the list of those who wish to assist her in developing her farm—lncidentally, as the head of the family. Miss Crowe received No. 2,282 —and within three or four days received four offers of marriage. One was from Wyoming, another from South Dakota and two from Nebraska. Miss Crowe is in the cloak department of a department store. That certain of the men are going into the business in a wholesale manner in order to Insure a “winning” is shown by an- incident which came to light in Norfolk, Neb. Two girls from that town, friends, went to Gregory, registered and each drew a fairly good number. Several days later one telephoned the other: “Come on over to my house. I’ve got something awfully good to tell you." “So have 1. I’ll come right away,” answered No. 2. She came. No. 1 met her at the gate. “It’s Just too funny for anything,” said she. “Here’s a man wants to marry me just because I drew a farm.” And she laughingly drew a letter from her belt. “Just listen to this,” and she read through an appeal for permission to cement on(te, marry her iind go to housekeeping on the homestead. The letter was from a farmer down in Kansas. i-. “Yes, that’s funny,” Baid No. 2, “but not near so funny as it would have been had I not received its mate”— and she, In turn, drew out a letter. It was identical, word for word, with that received by No. 1. And the signatures were the same. . “That man is getting himself in po-

MONKEY TURNS ON SCIENCE

Flees From Doctors Preparing to Give Him Infantile Paralysis and Escapes Pursuers. New York —An intelligent monkey sat in his cage in one of the laboratories at Cornell Medical college, watching doctors at work under the direction of Dr. Arthur Thrown They were preparing a saline solution containing sweepings from a room that had Sheltered a case of Infantile paralysis, it is possible that he suspected their intention of Injecting the filtered solution into his spine. At all events, he could be heard for a surprising distance as he voiced his feelings. Finally the filtration ,was finished, and the attendants opened the cage. The monkey bounded out, leaped to the, window and vanished by the way of the five-inch coping betwean the first and second'story window. Workmen passing by along Twenty-eighth street were treated to an unusual exhibition of simian antics, cc/ntlnued by the ttuant, who was dead to the coaxings from the window. Then traveling west on the coping, he came to the space between the college building and the Manhattan brass works. This space is used for coal, and it is closed by an iron fence. The monkey tried a flying leap and succeeded in escaping the spikes, but he found - the fence -uncomfortable. FOr hi* next leap he took the startled shoulders of one Michael O’Brien, who was working in the inclosure. Then, before the man’s hands could close upon him, he jumped for the coal pit and disappeared.

sitton to have to fight a suit ft*’ breach of promise," agreed the two girl*. In Lincoln three men who drew; farms and' whose names appeared in the list printed in the newspapers have received offers of marriage from girls who were unsuccessful fn 'the ing. But two of these men already have wives. More than half of the 8,000 names drawn from the huge pile of envelopes at Gregory were of Nebraska and South Dakota people, with lowa a strong third. These are the people who are receiving the offers of marriage, the the writers of which are scattered frpm end to end of the country, with a large majority from the states adjoining South Dakota, where the free lands were located.

DOG TO MOTHER CUB BEARS

London Zoological Gardens to Try Experiment In Rearing Polar Bears, London. Some - young polar bears, whose arrival is being awaited at the London Zoological gardens, are to be mothered —by a dog! Hitherto all the polar bears born to Barbara, who is now collecting bits of straw and making a (nest, have died. A great effort is, therefore, to a be made to rear the polar bear babies, which, if they live, will be the first educated in captivity. The new treatment of the polar babies will be a daring experiment. A few hours after birth the cubs will be removed from the mother and taken to the sanitorium in the zoo, where a dog—probably a boarhound —will be intrusted with the duties of foster mother. Under the care’of Dr. P. Chalmers Mitchell and experienced veterinary surgeons every attention and luxury will be given to the young bears, and their progress watched dally. Barbara has a sad record as a mother. Last year two of her cubs died, probably because she used to take one out for an airing in inclement weather. Sam, the father polar bear, takes little interest in his children, except that he imagines they are dainty morsel* to eat He is, therefore, separated from the nursery. In the reptile house five eggs of a South African egg-eating snake are expected shortly to hatch in warm sand. Only one egg, it is feared, will be successful.

DOCTORS DECRY HIGH HEELS

French Authorities Say They Cause Weariness and Other Ills to Women. Paris.—An outcry against the present fashion of women's footwear was raised this week by the French medical faculty. "That tired feeling" of which so many women are complaining, it Is asserted, is largely due to the wearing of high heels. According to the French doctors, the unnatural position which the foot is forced to take when shod in a fashionable shoe constitutes a complete displacement of the center of gravity, and, by throwing the whole weight of the body on the forefoot, occasions a contraction of the muscles of the toes and legs Strong criticism Is also made of women who, as soon as they return home from the theater or from some social function, give way to Impulse and change their high-heeled shoes for a pair of soothing flat-soled slippers. - This remedy, it is affirmed, is rather worse than the 111 itself, for It causes the foot to pass from one extreme to the other, which in the end is bound to produce persistent suffering. Varicose veins are also given as one of the probable consequences of the high heels of fashion* In the opinion of leading French doctors, women who value their health should never wear heels higher than one inch.

COMPOSES MUSIC AT SEVEN

Prodigy In France Surprises Professor* by Hl* Genius—Scientists Are Interested. Paris. — A seven-year-old boy of Renens has such extraordinary musical genius that he is said to compose beautiful and original music with astonishing facility and speed. Among the works of the boy, whose name is Rene Gul Hou, are symphonies, sonatas, melodies, fugues, and duos for piano and violin, all of which have provoked the admiration of the professors of the Conservatoire. Scientists are much interested in this case of abnormal precocity. Young Guillou plays the piano perfectly, but his chief ability seems to be that of composing. His ability appears to have developed suddenly one day after the child had heard a military bind play Chopin’s musical march. On returning home, although he had never toucbed a musical instrument, he is said, to have gone to the piano and played the march quite correctly. Rene Guillou is the son of a postoffice employe.

He Never Heard of Bryan.

Allentown, Pa. —Because be declared he had never heard of William Jennings Bryan, that statement temporarily deprived Charles WalHtsch of American citizenship. Judge Trexier. who put the question to the abpHrent, deferring action to give WalHtsch opportunity to post himself upon the perennial candidate.