Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 48, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 February 1912 — Page 2
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THE GIRL from HIS TOWN
By MARIE VAN VORST
IHu*tration» by M. G. KETTNER
(Copyright, 1810, by The Bobbs-Merrill CO.) 15
SYNOPSIS. Dan Blair, the 22-year-old son of tha •fty-mlllion-dollar copper king of Blalrtown, Mont., is a guest at the English home dt 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. DaMrecogniz.es her as the girl from his town, and, going behind the scenes introduces himself and she remembers him. He learns that Prince Poniotowsky 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 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. She asks Dan to build a home for disappointed the--r-trical people. Dan visits i.iiy, for the t ’me forgetting Letty. and later announces his engagement to the duchess. CHAPTER XlA?.—Continued. "Why, the old duffer is as happy as a house afire,” said the boy. “Not to boast, I’ve done the whole thing up as well as I knew how. I’ve got him Into that health resort you spoke of. and the girl seems to have got a regular education vice! She wants to study something, so she’s going to school,” “Go on talking,” the actress Invited languidly. “I love to hear you talk Montana! Don’t change your twang for this beastly English drawl, whatever you do.” "You have, though. Miss Lane. I don’t hear a thing of Blalrtown in the way you speak.” And the girl said passionately: “I wish to God I spoke, it right through! , I wish I had never changed my speech or anything In me that was like Rome.” And the boy leaning forward as «agerly exclaimed: “Oh, do you mean that? Think how crazy London is about you! Why, if you ever go back to Montana, they will carry you from the cars in a triumphal chair through the town.” She waited until she could control the emotion in her voice. “Go on telling me about the little girt.” “She was so trusting as to give the money up to me and I guess it will draw Interest for her all right,” "Thank you,” smiled the actress, “you are terribly sweet The child got Higgins to let her into my pressingroom one day after a matinee. I haven’t time to see anybody except then.” x. Here Higgins made her appearance in the room, with an egg-nog for her lady, which, after much coaxing, Dan succeeded In getting the actress to drink. Higgins also had taken away the flowers, and Letty Lane said to Dan: "I send them to the hospital; they make me sick.” And Dan timidly asked. "Mine, too?” ' This brought a flush across the ivory pallor of her cheek. “No, no, Higgins keeps them in the next room.” And with an abrupt change of subject she asked: “Is the Duchess of Breakwater very charitable?” And Blair quickly replied: ? “Anyhow she wants you to sing for her at a musicale in Park Lane when you’re fit’’ Miss Lane gave a soft little giggle. "Is that what you call being charitable?" - Dan blushed crimson and exclaimed: “Well, hardly!" “Did you come here to ask me that?” “I came to tell you about ‘our mutualpoor? You’ll let me call them that, won’t you, because I happened to be in your dressing-room when they struck their vein?” Miss Lane had drawn herself up. in the corner of the sofa, and sat with her hands clasped around her knees, all swathed around and draped by the knitted shawl, her golden head like a radiant flower, appearing from a bank of snow. Her fragility, her sweetness, •her smallness, appealed strongly to the big young fellow, whose heart was warm toward the world, whose ideals were high, and who had the chivalrous longing inherent in all good men to succor, to protect, and above all to adore. No feeling in Dan Blair had beer, as strong as this, to take her in his arms, to lift her up and carry her away from London and the people who applauded her, from the people that criticized her, and from PoMoHe was engaged to the Duchess of Breakwater. And as far as his being able to do anything for Letty Lane,
he could only offer her this politeness from the woman hi was going to marry. • "I never sing out of the theater.” Her profile was to him and she looked steadily across the room. “It’s a perfect fight to get the manager to consent.” Blairs interrupted and said: “Oh, I’ll see him; I’ll make it all right.” “Please don’t,” she said bris&k, “it’s purely a business affair. How much will she pay?" Dan was rather shocked. “Anything you like.” And her bad humor faded at his tone, and she smiled at him. “Well. I’ll tell Roach that. I guess it’ll make my singing a sure thing.” She changed her position and drew a long sigh as though she were very tired, leaned her blond head with its soft disorder back on the pillow, put both her folded hands under her cheek and turned her face toward Dan. The most delicate coral-like color began to mount her cheeks, and her gray eyes regained their light. “Will two thousand dollars be too much to ask?” she said gently. If she had said two million to the young fellow who had not yet begun to spend his fortune, which as far as he was concerned was nothing but a name, it would not have been too much to him; not too much to have given to this small white creature with her lovely flushed face, and her glorious hair. “Whatever is your price, Miss Lane, goes.” “I’ll sing three songs: one from Man-
“I Didn’t Think You’d Act Like This to a Boy You’d Known All Your Life.”
dalay, an English ballad and something or other, I don’t know .what now, and I expect you don’t realize how cheaply you are getting them.” She laughed, and began to hum a familiar air. ” “I wish you would sing just one song for me.” “For another thousand?” she asked, lifting her eyebrows. “What song is it?” And as Dan hesitated, as if unwilling to give form to words that were so full of spell to him, she said deliciously: “Why, can you see a London drawing-room listening to me sing Presbyterian hymn tune?” Without lifting her head from the pillow she began in a charming undertone, her gray eyes fixed on his: "From Greenland’s ley mountains, From India’s coral strands, Where Africa’s sunny fountains Roll down their golden sands.” Blair, near her, turned pale. There rose in him the same feeling that she had stirred years ago in the little church, and at the same time others. He had lost his father since then, and he thought of him now. but that big, sad emotion was not the one that swayed him. “Please stop,” he pleaded; “don’t go on. Say, there’s something in that hymn that hurts.” Letty Lane, unconscious of how subtly she was playing, laughed, and suddenly remembered that Dan had sat before her that day by the side of old Mr. Blair. She asked abruptly: "Why does the Duchess of Breakwater want me to sing?” “Because she’s crazy about your voice.” . ‘ - '' ■ . ..J “Is sheawfully rteh?” “Um ... I don’t know.” * Letty Lane flashed a look at him. “Oh,” she said coolly, "I guess she won’t/ pay the price then." Dan said: “Yes, she will; yes, she will, all right.” ; "Now," Letty Lane went on, “if it were a charity affair, I could sing for nothing, and I don't doubt the duchess, if she is as benevolent as you say she is, could get me up some kind of a charity show.” Dtta, who had started to rise, now leaned toward her and said: “Don’t
you worry about it a bit. If* you'll come and sing we will make it right about the price and the charity; everything shall go your way.” She was seized upon by a violent fit of coughing, and Dan leaned toward her and put his arm around her as a brother might have done, holding her tenderly until the paroxysm was paiSt. “Gosh!” he exclaimed fervently, “it’s heart-breaking to hear you cough like that and to think of yotir working as you do. Can’t you stop and take a good rest? Can’t you go somewhere?” “To Greenland’s icy mountains?” she responded, smiling. “I hate the cold.” “No, no; to some golden sands or other,” he murmured under his breath. “And let me take you there.” But she pushed him back, laughing now. “No golden sands for me. I’m afraid I’ve got to sing in Mandalay tonight.” He looked at her in dismay. She interrupted his protest: “I’ve promised on my word of honor, and the box-office has sold the seats with that understanding.” By her sofa, leaning over her, in a choked voice he murmured: — 7 - - “You shan’t sing! You shan’t go out tonight!” “Don’t be a goose, boy,” she said. “You’ve no right to order me like that. Stand back, please.” As he did so she whisked herself off the sofa with a sudden ardor and much grace. “Now,” she told him severely, “since you’ve begun to take that tone with me, I’m going to tell you that you mustn’t come here day after day as you have
been doing. I guess you know it, don’t you?” —He stood.. face clouded. They had been so near each other and were now so removed. “I don’t card a damn what people say.” he replied. She interrupted Mm. She could be wonderfully dignified, small as she was, wrapped as she was in the woolen shawl. “Well,” she drawled with a sudden indolence and indifference in her voice, "I expect you’ll be surprised to hear that I do care. Sounds awfully funny, doesn’t it? But as you have been coming to the theater now night after night till everybody’s talking about it —” “You don’t want my friendship,” he stammered. And Letty Lane controlled her desire to laugh at his boyish subterfuge. "No, I don’t think 1 do.” Her tone struck him deeply: hurt him terribly. He threw his head up defiantly. “All right, I’m turned down then," he said simply. “I didn’t think you’d act like this to a boy you’d known all your life!" “Don’t be silly, you know as well as I do that it won’t do.” He did know it and that he had already done enough to make it reasonable for the duchess, if she wanted to, to break their engagement Slowly preparing to take his leave, he said wistfully: “Can’t I help you in any way? Let me do something with you for your poor. It’s a comfort to have them between us, and you can count on me.” * She said she knew it “But don’t come any more to the wings; get a habit of not coming.” (TO BE CONTINUED.)
A Hint.
Of the many curious customs which mark Brittany as afPespecially interesting field for the traveler is this one relating to marriage. At the close of the wedding ceremony the bridegroom gives the bride a box on the ear, saying: “This is how it feels wbbn you make me vexed,” after which he kisses her, adding, “and thus when you treat me well”
HAUNTED FOR YEARS
Flight of Defaulter Who Never Was Pursued. Guilty Land Man Turned Tramp—Surrendering After Eighteen Years, He Found Indictment Had Been Quashed. Omaha. Neb. —Elmer E. Johnson was a fugitive from justice for eighteen years. In that time he wandered through every state in the Union but one, and visited every country in the world in an effort to evade the federal inspectors’ and secret service men.' The other day he walked into the" office of the United States marshal at Omaha and surrendered. He then learned that the case against him was quashed fifteen years ago; that he had fled when none pursued and that the army of'federal officers who had been chasing him over the globe were only creations of his own guilty conscience. 2 Johnson sat down and cried when told by the marshal that he was a free man; that the government did not want him and that for the last fifteen years he might have settled down and lived an honest man instead of wandering as a “hobo” over the world. “I'm too old to make a new start now,” said Johnson after he had braced up. “If I had only known this years and years ago I might have amounted to something. If I had stood trial and taken my medicine 1 would have been out -of prison fifteen years ago. My punishment would have lasted two or three years. As a fact, it continued eighteen years and its effect will continue throughout my life.” “Can’t you lend me a quarter to get something to eat with?” And with the 25-cent Diece in his hand he shuffled off toward a restaurant. Johnson was an official in the public land office in Del Norte, Cal. In 1893 he was found short SI,BOO. He was indicted on a charge of embezzlement, forfeited his bail and escaped. For three years the government inspectors kept a lookout for him. Then the case was dismissed and thereafter no further efforts were made to capture him. “On a cattle ship I worked my way to Liverpool,” said Johnson. “I was absent from the states about five years, during which time I visited practically every country in Europe, and many in Asia and Africa. I was simply a ‘hobo,’ but I watched keenly for government detectives who my conscience told me were always after me. “For eight years I have been wandering over the country from the At-
CALLS ELMIRA MAN MORMON
Joke Played on a Citizen Who Was Member of Suffragist Party at New York Hotel. New York.—Practical jokers at Elmira, N. Y., caused unpleasant moments for their friend, Col. James M. Reynolds, who is in New York on a sightseeing trip. The colonel’s wife came to the city as one of a suffragist delegation of twenty Elmira women and the colonel was the only male member of the party. The party registered at an uptown-hotel and., group-, ed the names on the register with a large bracket opposite, bearing the explanatory line: “Elmira Suffragists.” Just outside of the bracket was the name of Col. Reynolds. Soon after the party arrived the following telegram was delivered to the hotel proprietor—sent by the practical jokers in Elmira. “Mormon elder with his wives stopping at your hotel posing as a suffra-
PASTOR DIVIDES A CHURCH
Yale Divinity Student’s Resignation After Heresy Sermon Rejected by a Vote of 46 to 40. | New Haven, Conn. —The little town of Branford, seven miles east of here, Is thoroughly aroused over the recent utterances of the Rev. Seeley K. Thompkins, pastor of the First Congregational church, and report had it that charges of heresy might be made against him. The Rev. Dr. Thompkins,'according to some of his critics, is ultra-liberal in his views. Several weeks ago Mr. Thompkins preached a sermon in which he said he believed most of the Bible was heresy. John J. Cunnigham, a deacon, led the attack upon the young pastor and he was supported by the older members of the church. Opposed to the acceptance of the resignation of the pastor was the younger element, headed by William Hotchkiss and Herbert E. Thatcher, a deacon. The resignation was rejected by a vote of 46 to 40. Mr. Thompkins Is a seni or of the Yale divinity school, coming here two years ago from Minnesota. His wife is here with Mm.
Stone Kills Prize Cockerel.
Washington.—“ Champion,” a prizewinning Golden Wyandotte cockerel, la dead from eating a diamond. A brilliant stone In a ring on its owner’s hand attracting attention, it pecked off the stone and swallowed it before Hunt cotild snatdh Ms hand away. An operation, and effects of chloroform caused the bird’s death.
LEADER OF GERMAN SOCIALIST
ALREADY a commanding figure tn the political affairs of Germany, Herr Bebel has becorite, through the recent victories of the Socialists there, one of the most powerful men in the empire. He has been the leader of the German Socialists for some time and is considered a very strong political manager, and debater. - - , , - -
lan tic to the Pacific, from Winnipeg to the gulf. I have worked a few days in actually hundreds of printing offices. But I made it an absolute rule never to work In a place for more than a week. Then I would move to the next stop, thus throwing the detectives off of my trail. “The morning I struck Omaha 1 walked up the street and by the postoffice. And the thought struck me
gist party; Man short and with whiskers.” The hotel man hastened to find Col. Reynolds and showed the telegram to him. He was dumb with astonishment, but eventually succeeded in establishing his identity to the satisfaction of all concerned.
KINDNESS WINS HER $93,000
Young Woman Who Befriended Parents of New York May Is Made Philadelphia, Pa.—Helen Townsend Engle, aged 16, of West Lehigh avenue, received notice that she was an heiress to $93,000 left to her by John Hermer of New York city, because she had been kind to his old parents, who live near Miss Engel'S home. Mr. Hermer died recently in New York at the age of 26. Miss Engle was too modest to discuss her good fortune.
COUNT INVOLVED IN SCANDAL
Russian Minister to China Elopes With French Girl and Father Pursues Them. Peking.—Count Korostlvler, Russian minister to China, 69 years of age and a grandfather, has caused a scandal by eloping with Miss Peary, an unusually pretty French girl of 17, whose parents are well known in society here. Mr. Peary gave chase and found his daughter, disguised as a Chinese boy, pigtail anjl all. Diplomatic intervention is expected, as Peary has a high position in the postoffiee and is universally respected. He declares he will cause the count to leave the diplomatic service for good, but the Russian diplomats here think otherwise, though they do not expect their chief back in Peking. Revolver in hand, Peary scoured the town, but not finding them, demanded a search of the Russian consulate. TMsmeant some delay. When he got Inside at last he found a Chinese boy, whom the consul said the minister engaged as servant, but Peary pulled the pigtail and it came off in Ms hands. His daughter refused to go home with him, and'consented only when she heard that the minister, fearful of Peary’s revolver, had disguised himself as a sailor and escaped on a native junk.- Thence, when Peary was home-bound, he took a goods train to Harbin, where he caught the Siberian express to St Petersburg. Mr. Peary has applied to the French minister to lay the whole story before the Czar personally. Count Korostovier Is going out in St Petersburg In
that had I stood trial, took my medl-. cine and served my time I would have been a free man many years ago. -But you wouldhave been an ex-con-vict,’ I told myself. "That's no worse than a tramp,’ I answered myself. “ ‘Well, why not go in and surrender?’ I asked myself. And before X had an opportunity of saying 'no/ there I was in the United States marshal’s office.”
HARD TO HOLD MAN IN JAIL
Prisoner Small Enough to Squeeze Out Between Bars In Oregon Lockup, but a Fighter. Portland, Ore.—cT F. Wilson, four and a half feet tall, five inches through, and weighing ninety pounds, in addition to thrashing a 180-pound logger and punching one of the largest pdllcemen on the force In.the eye, capped the climax of his performances by squeezing out between the bars of his cell in the city hall. Jailer Webster was at a loss what to do with his diminutive prisoner until he discovered an old cell with tha bars less than five inches apart. Wilson is now inhabiting this cell. 81m of Hls Pupils Were Hanged. Pittsburg.—lsaac Jones, retired whaler and Sunday school teacher, boasts that only six of his Sunday school pupilfl have been hanged in twenty years—his clash being that in, the county jail.
the best of spirits and declares that Miss Peary is the most delightful woman he ever met, and that he will marry when he gets a divorce.
SAVED FROM WATERY GRAVE
Row-Boat Built to Take Woman to Husband Wrecked In Colorado River. San Bernardino, Colo.—Four men loitering on the bank of the Colorado river just north of Yuma rescued Mrs. May Hadley from death in the wreck of a home-made rowboat in which she was trying to make her way to a ranch below the international line, where her husband lay critically 111. Mrs. Hadley lives at Oatman, Ariz w opposite Needles. Having no money to pay for a passage down the river, she built a boat herself, but it was too fragile to withstand the swirling currents of the Colorado, and it went to pieces five miles north of Yuma. The woman’s cries for help were heard by the four men on the bank. When they dragged hey to shore she was numb from the effect of the icy water. She Wear* Men’s Clothing. Spartansboro, N, C.—After she had been masquerading as a man for eight months, the Identity of Mrs. Mary Owens has ben discovered and she has been forced to leave the factory town of Saxon Mills. The young woman had -become engaged to a Id-year-old girl who la broken-hearted over the revelation.