Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 60, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 March 1912 — Page 3

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Going To Kansas

By Donald Allen

(Copyright, 191 X, by Associated Literary Press) A year or so after the death of iFarmer Lee the farm opposite was purchased by Henry Griggs, an old bachelor, whose sister was his housekeeper. The widow hadn’t the slightest thought of marrying again. The old bachelor would have taken to his 'heels and made three circuits of the barn if anyone had suggested such a thing, to him. Although the widow had no thought of husband number two, and although the bachelor had no thought of wife jnumber one, they had to be neighbors. They had to borrow and lend. They had to talk about crops. They had to do errands for each other at the village, Mr. Griggs couldn't cross the road to borrow the widow’s hoe without blushing and , stammering About it, and the widow couldn’t jeross to borrow a little baking powjder without feeling that she might be charged with “running after’’ the bachelor. It made things embarrassing. Now and then, after his evening chores were done, Henry would sneak over and sit with the widow on her porch, but when he tried to talk he ichoked up. One day a tin peddler, who had picked up a little gossip here and. there, stopped to buy a sheepskin from Henry and say: “Nice widow woman, Mrs. Lee is?” I “Mlgh—mighty nice!” was stammered in reply. “Why don’t you marry, her?” “Lands alive!" “It would make a good match." “But you see—” “I think she’d have you.” "Don’t—don’t talk!” begged Henry as the sweat started on his forehead. “She’s awfully nice, but —’’ The peddler, laughed and drove on. He had heard that there were such cases, but they all came right in the end. Was it what the peddler saifi that made bachelor Griggs suddenly realize that he was in love with the widow? It wasn’t as sudden as falling off a fence. It took about an hour for the realization, and then it was a feeling that had. come to stay. Mr. Griggs blushed as he owned It to himself, and how on earth he was ever to face .the widow again drove his blushes aWay and left his, cheeks as pale as bleached celery. Was it the reflex of the bachelor’s feelings that made the widow pause one morning with the dishcloth in her hand and confess to herself that she liked Henry—aye, more than liked. On the evening of that day, as the couple sat on the piazza and saw the hens go to roost and the peacock seek his couch, Mrs. Lee broke a long silence by saying: “Mr. Griggs, I’m thinking of moving to Kansas.” “By gum!” exclaimed Henry as he almost fell down the three steps.--“Land is cheaper and richer there." Henry made a choking noise in his throat. “And—and there are fewer widows.” ~ “I—l—wouldn’t go a step if I was you!” the bachelor blurted out. . “Well, well see about it How is your oats coming on?” Just enough and no more! Just enongh to give Henry pains and aches and swimming of the head, but not enough to make him go out and hang himself to the limb of a sour apple tree. It was a long, bad* night for him. He fully realised that Kansas Was a drawing card, and that he ought to walk into the other farm house before milking his cows in the morning and offer the woman inducements to stay, but yet he shook at the Idea. How could he say it with her looking him fall In the eyes? Even if shr turned her back and hid her faqe sh the roller towel he might break down before she knew what he was talking about ; When day cams it proved to be the longest in Henry Griggs’ life. There was lets of work to do, but he lay for hoofs under the straw stack and plumed and thought and wondered. When be crossed the road again at twilight the widow was waiting to •ay: ; - ' ~ - “The more I think about Kansas the more I like the idea." *ti - Henry turned pale and slapped at a mosquito. -V ' “Too get two crops of some things la a season, and the winters are not as cold as here " *Tv*—l’ve heard they have bears, wolves and rattlesnakes out there!" whispered Henry. "Yes. I suppose they have, but what’s a poor widow to dor

There was- Henry Griggs' opportunity to reach for the woman’s hand and announce that be was not the bleak-hearted villain to see the likes of her driven out among the beasts and serpents for the lack of a devoted husband, but he failed to take advantage of it He blushed and mumbled, and it was only when the widow said she believed that clear white hens laid more eggs than speckled ones that his heart went back to normal. Next morning at breakfast his sister looked at him for a long minute and then said: “Henry Griggs, something ails yon!” “Got cold; I guess,” he replied, trying hard to fetch a cough. “It’s worse than that You’re bound for*the grave!” “I can’t beJ| “You’d beuer see a doctor at once. Whatever ails you. you mustn't let It get too long a start Mebbe sulphur and molasses would help you.” Here was -another golden opportunity. The sister was an old maid who had given up all hope of marrying, but she wouldn’t have been a bit put out at the brother’s doing so. Had he told her that he was in love with the widow Lee she would have advised him to walk right over there and say so, but Henry sat there and shivered and trembled and said nothing. That day he spent in the potato field, but mostly lying in the shade. Twenty times he determined to tell hie love, and twenty* times his courage failed him. That night he did not make his usual call, and next morning when he went to feed the hogs his head swam so that he fell down. The sister saw it and exclaimed: o“Henry Griggs, don’t-vtell me that nothing ails you! We are going to have a doctor here' as soon as we .can get one! ” And then that same tin peddler came back, and hopped off his wagon to ask about paper rags, butter, eggs, old copper and whatever else could be sold in the market. On being told about Henry he sat down and looked at his tongue and then said: “I think I can Bave you if there is no delay.” “How? What?” “Come across the road with me.” -“But —hut —” “You come on, or I won’t guarantee that you’ll live the day out!” The widow Lee was washing the last plate from breakfast. She looked her surpileeratHMlm'pefldier said: “Widow, I hear that you are thinking of removing to Kansas?” “Yes.” “Because a widow, has a better show there?” "The soil is more fertile there, you know.” “Never mind the soil. This Is the great and sovereign state of Ohio.” “Yes.” “And do you for one moment suppose that a son of this great and sovereign state is going to see one of its nicest widow women driven off to Kansas in order to find love, peace and comfort? Never! Perish the thought! Mr. Griggs, your arm around her! Mrs. Lee, your head on his shoulder!” . “But—” “But—” “That’s right! Fine pose! Figure out the rest for yourselves, as this is my busy day,-.and I’ve got to trot So long. Easy as pie when you know how. No Kansas—no yawning grave!”

Biblical History in Catacombs.

The catacombs at Rome were the. burial places of the early Christians. They are about 580 miles in extent and are said to 000 bodies. During the persecutions of the Christians by Nero and other Roman emperors the catacombs were used for hiding places. Under Diocletian the catacombs were crowded with those for whom there was no safety in the face of daly. ■ The art of the catacombs Is unique and most Interesting. Simple designs are etched In the slabs which seal the tombs Now and then are small chapels where paintings are to be found. Ail are Bible illustrations, so that the catacombs may be said to be a-plctorial Bible in effect —Christian Herald.

Author Takes Liberties.

Rider Haggard has a good deal of trouble with the moon. In one case he causes the satellite to be full at a time when it could not possibly have been more than a crescent, and in "King Solomon’s Mines" be Introduces an eclipse at the same luminary, very convenient for his plot and for the Impression of awe which his herpes with & produce upon the natives, bat quite unknown to any astronomical text-book.

Naturel Leaning.

“Her affinity is a shoemaker. 9 “I suppose, then, be minted a seta

LIFE IN LABRADOR

They call Dr. Wilfred T. Grenfell “the hero of Labrador,” and some even would make a martyr of him. But Dr. Gren-

fell hasn’t the least sympathy for the hero business, and as for the martyrdom—well, you can look at Dr. Grenfell and see that he has a more than ordinarily good time in this world, which for him lacks a lot of being a vale of tears, and that Labrador, where Dr. Grenfell has been a medical missionary for twenty years, is by no means the cheerless spot most persons usually imagine it. Dr. Grenfell’s work mainly is among the deep sea fishermen of" Labrador; and the missionary and hospital side of it is widely known. At present there are five hospitals maintained in his work and a hospital steamship, an orphanage, a tuberculosis open air hospital, some Schools and a lot of similar institutions. All of which keep things moving lively for Dr. Grenfell. As he put Jt, he has a “rattling good time,” and he sayß so convincingly. Also he says there are lots of worse places than Labrador. He won’t mention any names, but he will say that when in Florida recently he became weary of cement Walks and strolled off into the woods to watch some beautifully colored birds, and Accumulated a marvelous supply of “chiggers.” “And I can tell you,” Dr. Grenfell added, “In about twenty-four hours I was quite ready to go back to Labrador, where such things as chiggers are properly refrigerated.”” One doesn’t mind the cold np there, anyway, Dr. Grenfell declares. Tcan fancy,” he says, “that the recent 20 below here caused much more suffering than the long cold periods in Labrador. There are no sudden changes there, either, as the surrounding sea keeps the temperature quite uniform in season. I have seen it as cold as 35 below, but never colder. Then we dress for it, -you know, and really it is not at all unpleasant!’ Dr. Grenfell is deeply interested in the future of Labrador, which is the subject of his talks. Conservation is needed, Wing to the business tactics es the Hudson Bay company and the great French Fur company, which divide the territory. Dr. Grenfell doesn’t attack these companies unreservedly. He says, in fact, that they Ore not half bad, only their Idea of business is opposed to conservation, looking only to getting as much as possible out of the present. An to what Labrador will eventually raise on Its 400,000 square miles, Dr. Grenfell believes it will he reindeer, for hides and meat. He has a herd of his own, for experiment. The progenitors were imported from Lapland, partly domesticataed. "There are plenty of native deer in Labrador,” Dr. Grenfell says, “but yon would have to chase the beggars all over that 400,060 square miles to herd them, which would be unsatisfactory.” The domesticated deer are handled much like cattle on a ranch. Dr. Grenfell started with a herd of 250, has sold 50 at one time and 50 at a»

other, to start other herds, has maintained the herd four years and now has 850 deer, besides having used for food all the surplus stags. “They multiply very fast,” Dr. Grenfell says, “and I believe the territory available would support eventually three million deer. That would mean an export of one million annually, which would be no small factor in trade and would give Labrador a standing as a productive country. That in what we are striving for. We also are about to try experiments with certain kinds of alfalfa, which experts believe will grow in that soil and climate. -Much of the success of domesticated deer would depgpd on some plentiful food for them.? « Dr. Grenfell wouldn’t even hint at it, but persons who know him and his work are free to say no man ever worked harder or more effectively for a country than he has for Labrador. As for Dr. Grenfell, he will just tell you that in religion he prefers to ask a man, not what he believes as to a hereafter, but what he is going to do here; that Labrador is a very good place; that there is a lot of work to be done there, and that one may have a rattling good time doing it “Oh, I’m a confirmed optimist,” Dr. Grenfell says. “If the ship sinks I probably will go down with It —but only after a good bit of swimming.”

Judge Ross Was “Dat Boy.”

Judge Frank B. Ross of the Marion county probate court, has a youthful appearance, but the business of the court is conducted with so much dispatch that one seldom thinks of it It was left to a little six-year-old girl to "remind the Judge of his personal appearance’ in open court recently. The little girl’s life has been closely connected with Juvenile court, for her parents have not been provident. While Judge Stubbs was in juvenile court the child was made its ward, and visited there frequently- She came into probate court with the memories of the venerable judge fresh in her mind. She was being told that she was to have new p&renm* that would take 1 care other; and-mat the Judge would be the one who would give her to her new friends. She looked about the room as though hunting for some one. “Where is the Judge?" she said. Judge Rbss was pointed out to her. “Dat boy?" she said with a dubious look.—lpdianapolis News.

Feared Forest Fires.

The severe drought in Austria and the danger of forest fires deprived the visitors to Marienbad and Carlsbad of one feature in connection with the emperors eighty-first birthday celebr&tion. The woods In and about these spas were to be illuminated in many artistic ways, but all the arrangements were canceled by order of the town councils. It was also ordered that, until the dry season had passed, “no candles be used in the cemetery for the illumination of the graves, as is the local custom under ordinary c ifcumstancea"

SPIRIT THAT COUNTS

YOUNG GIRL LEARNED LESSON AS TO TRUE HOSPITALITY. Sparsity of Far* Need Never Be • Deterrent to a Cordial Invitation to Sit at Table With the Family, It was Monday noon. Old Martha, grumbling, was banging the last of the wash on the line. She really enjoyed washing, and would have been insulted had her mistress suggested sending it out; but being of a pessimistic temperament, she grumbled upon principle. In the house, Miss Elizabeth and her niece Muriel, who was visiting her, were setting the luncheon on the toble. It wag a “pickup” luncheon Monlays, Miss Elizabeth explained, as she set two pieces of custard pie and a saucer of snow pudding on the sideboard. Muriel nodded. The family to which she belonged knew all about “pickup” meals. But suddenly a look of consternation swept across her face. • . ; _ ----- -a “Aunt Elizabeth!" she cried, “if here isn’t a visitor—getting out of a carriage!” Miss Elizabeth looked over Muriel’s shoulder. “It’s Mrs. Stacey Heed!” she declared. “But the tea on the table, child. Fll bring her right out” “Bring her out?” Muriel repeated! but her aunt was already opening the door, and Muriel, in an agony of embarrassment, knew that she had not even taken off iter green-checked apron. She gave a hasty glance over the table. A little warmed-over fricasseed chicken, left from Sunday’s dinner, and some quince preserve from supper, bread and butter and dried beef, radishes and tea —and the two pieces of custard pie and one portion of snow pudding! It could not be that Aunt Elizabeth would bring a visitor out! But she was interrupted by Aunt Elizabeth’s voice, cordial and full of pleasure: “Come right out, Mrs, Heed. We were Just fitting down to luncheon. This is my niece, Muriel Hastings. Muriel, will you get Mrs. Reed A plate?” Muriel set a plate for Mrs. Reed. She could not talk, it all seemed so embarrassing. At home they would have put off luncheon forever rather than ask anyone out —so. She waited in a torture of anxiety for her aunt’s excuses. Then slowly she began to realize not only that there 7 were no excuses, hut that both ladies seemed to be enjoying themselves. Aunt Elizabeth only laughed when she offered the guest her choice of custard pie or snow pudding. That evening Muriel suddenly said: “Aunt Elizabeth, I never knew one could have company like that. We never do at home.” ' Miss Elizabeth’s eyes dwelt kindly upon the young face, which already had its tired lines of worry. “Do you like to ‘put folks out,’ Muriel?" •Why, no, of course not,” the young girl answered. “Well, then,” Miss Elizabeth answered, smiling. “But it would work only with real ladles,” Muriel persisted. , “Well, then,” Miss Elizabeth answered again.—Youth’s Companion.

Too Much.

In persuasive tones the good-look l ing woman who had secured an interview with the taxicab manager tried to convince him that the companyowed her $2,62. “Something broke," she said, "and I was held up for 45 minutes while toe driver tinkered with the machine.” Her manner was so Impressive that the manager was on the point of writing out a check for the money demanded, but before doing so he remarked: / _.: “It certainly was a case of overcharging. It wasn’t your fault the cab broke down, and he should not have charged you for the time it took to make rejmire." “O," said she, "he didn’t It isn’t overcharging I am complaining about He made me late for a bargain sale that closed at 11 o’clock, and when t finally got there I had to pay $4 for St blouse that had sold up to 11 o’clock for $1,9% It is the difference I am. fighting for.” Then the manager closed his check book.—New York Times.

Osler's Cure for Gout.

Since his proposition that man should be chloroformed at sixty, Da William Osier has been regarded* mase ot less as a grim monster hg many people, says “One Who Knows Him." In reality Doctor Osier is a mild-man-nered man, with a fund at gamine humor, as witness the fofiowfng maw for gout which he once recommended to a friend: _ "First Pick a handkerchief fwm the pocket of a spinster who never wished to wed; second, wash the handkerchief in an Hones* miller's pond ; third, dry it on the hedge of a person who has never been cove toes; fourth, send It to the shop of a phTsician who never killed a patient; fifth, mark it with a lawyer's Ink who never cheated a client; and, sixth, apply it hot to the gout-tormented part A speedy core must follow.”

Good Way.

“Yes: we had a big home wedding.” “You say It passed off smoothly?" -Yes; we hired a Broidway director sad he staged It just •• if it had bes* a musical comedy."

AROUND THE CAMP FIRE

GEN. CUSTER'S LAST BATTLE Member of Newton (Mass.) Police. "■ •«!*&§ for Many Years, TeMs of Fight of Little Big Herb. _ Captain John Ryan, for thirty-four" year a member of the Newton (Mass.) ’ police department and veteran of the. Civil and Indian wars, was a first sergeant of M Troop, 7th U. 8. Cavalry, under Genera! Custer's comr mand, and has substantiated his claim ot being the man to fire the first and last shots in the battle of the Little Big-Horn. In lgjT4 the 7th Cavalry under command of General Custer, conducted the Black Hills expedition, for the pur- . pose of determining IT gold existed : Is the bills, as the Indians had reported. With the troops were many ruining experts and professors from several of the large universities. They explored the hlllk for ninety days. The rocky nature of the ground made it very hard on the horses. On , one of these prospecting trips Ryan’Shorse tost a shoe. Under the rules, if his horse became lame be would bo forced to dismount’ and' continue on ■} foot. The blacksmith was at the main camp, hut Sergeant Ryan’a ingenuity . hit upon a scheme. He had a new cavalry overcoat which had cost him sl4. Cutting off one sleeve, he sewed up the bottom, placed heavy pads in

Explored the Hills for Ninety Days.

it, and then drew* it op ovet the horses’s hoof, securing it above the fetlock. In this manner the animal was kept from lameness. ' ’ The horse of another member of the detachment gave out, and it had to be shot. Its unfortunate rider waa forced to walk, but Ryan made good use of the calamity by removing a; shoe. With the aid of a geologist's, hammer he fastened the shoe on his mount, and was able to ride again through! the remainder of the summer. ’ He rode this horse, an intelligent Kentucky bay, for 10 yews, between November, 1866, and December, 1876. on all of Custer's marches snd< engagements, and be declare* that theanimal undoubtedly saved his Ilfs-, In Custer’s last fight “On many occasions,” said Captain; RyW “l base shared my rations with, my boms, and] have even crept around in the night to* pilfer a little forage for him.”, ; Captain Ryan served three years in. Co. C, 28th Mass., and one year teCto, K 6 1st Mas*., in the Civil waa and ten yeans- with General * Costs# In Troop Ml 7th M. ft Cavalry,: jail bad charge at the detait that hurled Gen* ; oral Custer, his brother. Captain. T. W. Custer, and First lieutenant W. W. Cook, adjutant, 7th U. 8. Cavafy, and two. other eomniiesioned offices and men His own company (M) entered t>i»f mii; luismnnt with forty flve men killed, tea men wounded their horses bat MO# killed. He & the man WVs Urrrff— * Captain UMbkas W. Custer, whdne body was«*’fenlhly mutilated by the Indians..!* Captain Custer was the first Jteutenant at Cap. min, Ryan’s J2Si^?«foth«;eonnw Capt Ryan was Wounded four times during the Civil war, at the fettle of Ream’s Statk». Vats on the Weh don railroad, in fireSt of FMersburg. He was wounded whlle reauisiag « waThVniot^ ,t MrJh day, while a member cf Qen. T. F. Meagher's Irish brigade, kfiown as tha Second brigade,-Fti*tdivision, Second " . ..

A Battle "Scared" Vet.

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