Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 40, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 February 1912 — Page 2

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THE GIRL from HIS TOWN

By MARIE VAN VORST

nh'tratioK by ML G. KETTNER

(OopyMcht. 1810, by The Bobbs-Merrlll U SYNOPSIS. Dan Blair, the 22-year-old son of the fifty-million-dollar copper king of Blairtown, Mont, is a guest at the English home of Lady Galorey. Dan’s father had been courteous to Lord Galorey during his visit to the United States and the courtesy is now being returned to the young man. The youth has an ideal girl In his mind. He meets Lily, Duchess of Breakwater, a beautiful widow, who Is attracted by his immense fortune and takes a liking to her. When Dan was a boy, a girl sang a solo at a church, and he had never forgotten her. The Galoreys, Lily and Dan attend a London theater where one Letty Lane Is the star. Dan recognizes her as the girl, from his town, and going behind the scenes introduces himself and she remembers him. He learns that Prince Ponlotowsky is suitor and escort to Letty. Lord Galorey and a friend named Ruggles determine to protect the westerner from Lily and other fortune hunters. Young Blair 1 goes to see Lily; he can talk of nothing but Letty and this angers the Duchess. The westerner finds Letty ill from hard work, but she recovers and Ruggles and Dan invite her to supper.

CHAPTER XL—Continued. "Yes,” she accepted, “out of sight of Blairtown and everybody I ever knew. I went away the next day.” She lifted her glass oi champagne to her lips. “Here’s one thing I oughtn’t to do,” she said, “but I’m going to just the same. I’m going to do everything i want this evening. Remember, I let you drink six glasses of chocolate soda once.” She drained her glass and her friends, drank with -her. “I like this soup awfully» What is it?” — Just touching it with her spoon. "Why,” Ruggles hastened to tell her, “it ain’t z a party soup, it’s Scotch broth. But/soineboW it sounded gdod on the bill of fgre. t 1 fixed the rest of the dinner up for you and-Dan, but I let myself go on the soup, it’s my favorite.” She did not.eat it. however, although she said it was splendid and that she was crazy .about it. “Did you coipe East then?” .Dan returned to what she had been saying. “Yes, that week; to Paris and all over the place.” She instantly fell into a sort of melancholy. It was.aasy to be seen that she did ..not want to talk about her past and'yetthnt it fascinated her.

“Just think of it!” be exclaimed. **l never beard a word about you until I heard you slngthe other night.” The actress laughed and told him that he had made up for lost time, and that he was a regular “sitter" new at the Gaiety. said, “He- took me' every night to see you dance until I balked, Miss Lane.” “Still, it’s a perfectly great show, Mr. Ruggles, don’t you think so? 1 like it better than any part I ever had. I am interested about it for the sake of the man who wrote It, too. It's his first opera; he’s an invalid and has a wife and five kids to look after.” And Ruggles replied, “Oh, gracious! I feel better -than ever, having gone ten times, although I wasn’t very sore about it before! Ain’t you going to eat anything?” She only picked at her food, drinking what they poured in her glass, and every time she spoke to Dan a look of charming kindness crossed her face, an expression at good fellowship which Raggles noted with interest

"I wish you could have seen this same author today at the rehearsal of the play,” Letty Lane went on. "He’s too ill to walk and they had to carry him in a chair. We all went round to his apartments after the theater. He lives in three rooms with his whole family and he’s had so many debts and so much trouble and such a poor contract that he hasn’t made much /‘Vll♦ r\f 44 Q 1 Qwy ** T e*. ywydll vui vi -ivieumcutty, uut i guebs iie wixt but of this new piece. He hugged and kissed me until I thought he would break my neck.” London had gone mad over Letty Lane, whose traits and contour were the admiration of the world at large and well-known even to the newsboys, and whose likeness was nearly as familiar as that of the Madonnas of old. Her face was oval and perfectly formed, with the reddest of mouths—the most delicious and softest of mouths—the fine ot her brows dear and straight, and her gray eyes large and as innocent and appealing as a child's; under their long lashes they opened up like flowers, it was said that no man could withstand their appeal; that she had but to look to make a man her slave; and as more than once she turned to Dan, smiling and gracious, Ruggles watched her, mutely thinking sf what he had heard this day, for after her letter came accepting their invitation he had taken pains to find out tae fbings he wanted to know. • It had hot been . difficult. As her face and form were

public, on every post-card and in every photographer's shop, so the actress’ reputation was the property of the public. As Auggles repeated these things to -himself, he watched her beside the son of his old frienjl,.„Thftyjgerejtalk-. Ing—rather she was—and behind the orchids and the ferns her voice as sweet and enthralling. Ruggles tried to appreciate his bill of fare while the two appreciated each other. It was strange to Dan to have her so near and so approachable. His sights of her oft the stage had been so slight and fleeting. On the boards she had seemed to be an unreal creation made for the public alone. Her dress, cut fearlessly low, displayed her lovely young bosom —soft, bloomy, white as a shell —and her head and ears were as delicate as the petals of a white rose. Low In the nape of her neck, her golden hair lay lightly, and from its soft masses fragrance came to him. Ruggles could hear her say: “Roach came to the house and told my people tttat I had a fortune in my voice. 1 was living wkh my uncle and my step-aunt and working in the store. And that same day your father sent down a check for five hundred dollars. He said it was ‘for the little girl with the sweet voice,’ and it gives me a lot of pleasure to think that J began my lessons on that money.” The son of old Dan Blair said earnestly: “I’m darned glad you did—l’m darned glad you did!” Letty Lane nodded. “So am I. But,” with some sharpness, “I don’t see why you speak that way. I’ve earned my way. I made a fortune for Roach all right.” “You mean the man you married?” “Married—goodness gracious, what made you think that?” She threw back her pretty head and laughed—a

“He Took Me Every Night to See You Dance Until I Balked, Miss Lane."

laugh with the least possible merriment in it. “Oh, Heavens, marry old Job Roach! So they say that, do they? I never heard that I hear a lot, but 1 never heard that fairy tale.” She put her hands to her cheeks, which had grdwn crimson. “That’s not true!” Dan swore at himself for his tactless stupidity. Ruggles had heard both sides. She was adored by the poor, and, as far as rumor knew, she spent thousands on the London paupers, and the Westerner, who had never been given to reveling in scandals and to whom there was something wicked in spea. ing ill of a woman, no matter whom she might be, listened with embarrassment to tales he had been told In answer to his other questions; and turned with relief to the stories of Letty Lane’s charity, and to the stories of her popularity and her success. They were more agreeable, but rest, and now as he looked at her face across the bouquet of orchids and ferns, it_was with a sinking of heart, a great pity for her, and still a decided enmity. He disapproved of her down to the ground. He didn’t let himself think how he felt, but it was for the boy. Ruggles was not a man of the world in any sense; he was simple and Puritan in bls judgments, and his gentle nature and his big heart kept him from Pharisaical and strenuous measures. He had been led In what he was doing tonight by a diplomacy and a common sense that few men east of the Mississippi would have thought out under the circumstances. “Tell Mr. Ruggles," he heard Dan say to her, “tell him—tell him!” And she answered: “I was telling Mr. Blair that, as he is so frightfully rich, I want him to give me some money.” Ruggles gasped, but answered quieter: 7 ' /' . ; “Weil, he’s a great giver, Miss Lane.” \

“I guess he is if he’s like his fa ther!” she returned. “I am trying tx get a lot, though, out of him, and when you asked me to dine tonight ) said to myself, ‘l’ll accept, for it wil be a good time to ask Mr. Blair tc help , me out in what. I . want to do.’' At Ruggles’ face she smiled sweetlj and said graciously: “Oh, don’t think I wouldn’t have come anyway. But I’m awfully tired these days, and going out to supper is just one thing too much to do! 1 want Mr. Blair,” she said; turning to Ruggles as if she knew a word from him would make the thing go through, "to help me build a rest home down on the English coast, for girls who get discouraged in their art When I think of the luck I have had and how these things have been from the beginning, and how money has just poured in, why,” she said ardently, “it just makes my heart ache to think oi the girls who try and fail, who go on for a little while and halve to give up. You can’t tell” —she nodded to Ruggles, as though she were herself a matron of forty—“you can not tell what their temptations are or what comes up to make them go to pieces.” Ruggles listened with interest “I haven’t thought it all out yet, but so many come to me tired out and discouraged, and I think a nice home taken care of by a good creature like my Higgins, let us say, would be a perfect blessing to them. They could go there and rest and study and just think, and perhaps,” she said slowly, as though while she spoke phe saw a vision of a tired, self, for whom there had been no rest home and no place of retreat, “perhaps a lot of them would pull through in a different way. Now tqday”—she broke her meditative tone short —“I got a letter from a hospital where a poor thing that

used to sing with me in New York was dying with consumption—all gone to pieces and discouraged, and there is where your primroses went to—” she nodded to Dan. “Higgins took them. You don’t mind?” And Blair, with a warmth in his voice, touched by her pity more than by her charity, said: “Why, they grew for you, Miss Lane; I don’t care wnat you do with them.” Letty Lane sank her head on her hands, her elbows leaned on the table. She seemed suddenly to have lost interest even in her topic. She looked around the room indifferently. The orchestra was softly playing “The Dove Song” from “Mandalay,” and very softly under her breath the star hummed it, her eyes vaguely fixed on some unknown scene. To Dan and to Ruggles she had grown strange. The music, her brilliancy, her sudden indifference, put her out of their commonplace reach. Ruggles to himself thought with relief: “She doesn’t care one rap for the boy anyway, thank God. She's got other fish to land.”

And Dan Blair thought: “It’s my infernal money again.” But he was generous at heart and glad to be of service to her, and was perfectly willing to be “touched” for her poor. Then two or three men came up and joined them. She greeted thpm indolently, bestowing a word or look on this one or on that; all fire and light seemed to have gone out of her, and Dan said: “You are tired. I guess I had better take you home.” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Unkind.

•q must get out of this hot wind, must take care of my complexion, you know." - "Well, I must go and look after my touring car." . , "ou have no car!" o "That is very unkind of you. 1 did rioTbay a word when you claimed to have a complexion.

WHERE THE DEMOCRATIC CONVENTION WILL BE HELD

BALTIMORE already is preparing for the entertainment of the hosts that will invade that city next June when the Democratic national convention is held. The Fifth Regiment armory, In which the big meeting will take place, will be elaborately decorated.

FISH COULD READ

Tale Told by Friend of Publicity Promoter. — ; ■ --T - ’.-J . Sturgeon Didn't Mind Being Swimming Billboard, but Balked at Advertising Good Fishing at Summer Resort.

New York. —“I am well acquainted with a man who ran a summer hotel on the banks of a stream about' an aeronaut’s fly from the city,” said the man who writes the vacation guidebook of a certain railroad and who is noted for his chivalry in assisting truth to rise after she has been crushed to earth. “Along early in the summer._ thia gentleman was attracted by a large 'sturgeon which breakfasted every moning on the refuse which floated away from the hostelry. Noting the ample proportions *of this fish, my friend was struck with a certain idea, which he proceeded to enlarge upon. He saw to it personally that a dainty morsel was set out for the big sturgeon every day. Naturally, the large fish had friendly feelings toward the vicinity where he obtained his largess every day, and it was but' a short while before mine host was almost on speaking terms with the sturgeon. It was Just a step further then to go out in a boat and pace the sturgeon over a course of about a mile, all the while keeping him near the surface of the river. At the end of each workout the big sturgeon was rewarded by something to eat ‘The next step in the process of education was to rig up a large sign setting forth the. virtue of my friend’s summer retreat."’ This was attached to a light but stout framework made to fit the back of the sturgeon. Obviously, the big fish, being so well found by the hotel proprietor, was not averse to taking a few turns up and down the river, the sign showing up in great shape above oT the water, no portion of its propelling power being visible. "Ffrst along the sign read: ‘Mummer’s Summer Retreat —Fine Cuisine, Boating, and Bathing.* But my grasping friend was not satisfied with this. “One day in early summer I chanced to drop into the workshop of the hotel and found a painter fixing up a new sign reading as follows: ‘Mummer’s Summer Retreat —Fine Cuisine, Boating, Bathing and Fishing.'

MINER’S 30-YEAR REWARD

Congressman Lewis of Maryland, Whom He Befriended as a Boy, Opens New Vista. Scranton, Pa. —Edward Donnelly, track layer in the Taylor mine, who lives In Minooka, is firmly convinced that It pays to befriend homeless boys, for his kind actions toward a friendless orphan thirty years ago have borne fruit, and the chances are that he will in a few days retire from the mines forever. 'Thirty years ago there appeared In Minooka a young Welsh boy by the name of Lewis. —He secured employment in the Carr’S Patch mine, but, being the only Welsh boy in the community, his life was made miserable by his companions until Edward Donnelly came to his rescue. Donnelly constituted himself the champion of the youth and frequently fought his battles. ■ 1 ... , Lewis drifted away from this section of the country, and that was the last heard from him until last week, when Congressman D. J. Lewis of Maryland reached the city to attend the meeting of the State Grange. After addressing the grangers Congressmen Lewis hurried out to Minooka and hunted up Donnelly. The meeting was fraught with reminiscences of the past, for Lewis the orphan boy and Lewis the congressman proved to be one and the same. Before leaving Congressman Lewis Informed his erstwhile champion that he should prepare" to give up the mines, as he meant to find a more remunerative as well as a pleasanter berth for Mm in the government service.

“Immediately, if not sooner than this sign was moored on to the big fish, startling results followed. His nibs commenced to sulk on the job. Instead of taking the beaten path up and down the shore, in plain view of the passing trains, the sturgeon sulked over to one side, found a secluded spot among the bushes and stayed there until dark. This went on for several days.

“Again I chanced to stop at the hotel and my friend spoke to me about the strange sulkiness of his sturgeon publicity bureau. T can tell you what’s the matter,’ I said, right off the reel. ‘lt’s that amended sign calling attention to the fishing. Naturally a fish as intelligent as your sturgeon has shown himself to be is not going to be around any signs which invite the destruction of his brother fish- 1 admire him all the more for his sturdiness and fealty to his brethren. He sees his duty and is not found wanting.’ “The hotelkeeper saw the light which I set before him and the next day the old sign was hooked on to the sturgeon and he was back on the advertising job with all his old time strenuosity, continuing untiringly all summer. “Now, If I didn’t know about this incident personally and vouch for it myself, I wouldn’t blame you for doubting the remarkable intelligence of a fish that could distinguish the difference between a sign that meant harm to members of his tribe and one that did not advertise the fishing. IBut it’s jest as true as I stand here.” At this juncture the speaker walked away.

Makes Daring Rescue.

New York. —Owen Gallagher, a boil-er-maker of Bayonne, N. J., was rescued in the Hudson river by Sergeant Henry W. Miller of the United States marine corps after Gallagher had jumpedfromtliereardeckof a Pennsylvania ferry-boat, 100 yards off the Cortland street slip. ”

An Airship In Africa.

Paris.—Mr. Latham, the aviator, has been commissioned by the minister for the colonies to visit the Congo region. He has embarked at Bordeaux, taking with him a monoplane, which will doubtless be the first aerial machine to fly over Equatorial Africa.

WOMAN PRAYS; SHIP SAVED

Brig Stripped of Canvas Blown Through Florida Keys to Safety In Bahamas. New York.—While a hurricane whistled through the sails of the little brig Motley in the Gulf of Mexico till the last shred of canvas was stripped from her and she drove onward seemingly to destruction, Mrs. Addle Edwards, the young wife of the master of the vessel, went among the members of the crew to cheer them up. “I prayed every day," said she, as she stepped from the liner Allemania“l did not believe we would go down. My little son and I have sailed tor six years on the Motley and we had weathered all kinds of storms. I faith, even if the sailors had little, and we came through all right” Mrs. Edwards, whose home is Elmhurst, L. 1., was on her way to visit with relatives in Brooklyn. “My little boy was born on the water,” she continued, "He has been on the Motley more than he has been on dry land, and I have sailed into many ports on the Atlantic ocean, even to Africa. When the storm came the child was calm, possibly calmer than he would have been at our home in Elmhurst with such a wind blowing. “We had loaded with lumber at Mobile and were bound for May agues In Porto (Tilco. Within a short time afterward the wind rose to a hurricane The sailors—there were two mates and six seamen, besides my husband, my boy and myself—did not like tt. The gale increased, and pieces of canvas began to rip off till it was appar-

RANK OF OFFICERS’ WIVES

It Was Observed When the Women Journeyed to the Fleet-—Were Divided Into Sets. San Francisco. —Rank was observed among the wives of the officers of the Pacific fleet on their recent journey aboard the Wilhelmina to Honolulu to« join their husbands, according to the officers of the Matson liner. The better halves of some had their own little whioL parties, while the spouses of officers of lower grade were just as exclusive at their afternoon teas. The party of navy women was head- 5 ed by the wife of Rear Admiral Chauncey M. Thomas, commander-in-chief of the Pacific fleet, who showed her graciousness in a little incident observed by the other travelers on board the Wilhelmina. , Among the passengers was a slip of a girl, the bride of a water tender of one of the big war ships. She hailed from the middle west and It ffl» her first experience ab sea. She looked upon the big world with open-eyed awe and joyful anticipation of a country girl on her first trip from the old farm “down home.” Therefore she knew nothing of the formalities observed in circles where gold braid prevails. Learning that Mrs. Thomas, like herself, had a husband on board one of the vessels in the faraway waters, she rushed up to the spouse of the rear admiral and gushed happily: “I’m awfully glad to meet you. My husband Is an officer on the boats, too.” “Yes, he’s a water tender,’’ she continued proudly. “And what is your husband?” “He Is the commander of the fleet,** Mrs. Thomas smiled kindly. “Oh, that is very nice. 1 hope they’re friends,” said the water tender’s wife. ’ -• Mrs. Thomas and the bride were friends on the voyage > to the islands, say the Wilhelmina’s officers.

Dog Saves Man in Drift.

lice dog, a fox terrier owned by Patrolman David, that saved the life of a man who, but for the dog, would have been frozen to death one morning .recently. About midnight the officer was induced by the actions of the dog to investigate what appeared to be a snowdrift He was surprised to find a man, who upon being taken to the police station, proved to be Owen Smith, a railroader, who had been overcome on his way home and found-a bed in the snow.

ent that our sails would go if the wind continued. “By the time we reached the Florida keys we were moving along under bare poles. Then it was dangerous, for therewas ho telling when we might be driven on one of the distant keys and wrecked. Luckily we escaped that fate and luckily, too, the wind blew us almost Im the direction, we wanted to go. “It was almost 21 days and nights that I was without sufficient sleep and I was worn out When hope had almost gone the gale blew us into Middle Innaguez in the Bahamas. We wefe a sorry looking crowd when we arrived, and I was glad the voyage was over so far as I was concerned.”

More Chance for Heroes.

Washington.—All large cfties and railroad systems in the United States will unite to form an organisation to confer medals for bravery, if a plan proposed by the American Cross of Honor is carried out. President Herndon of the society says support for the movement already has been promised by some of the largest cities and by heads of several of the most important railway systetms. The idea is to have hero medals awarded at annual conventions held in this city.

Recovered His Sight and Died.

New Haven, Conn.—Charles E. Hooghkirk of this city, the oldest past master of Masons in Connecticut, died recently as the result of joy following the recovery of his sight He had been blind for-two years.