Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 86, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 April 1912 — Page 3

Cathleen’s Capture

“Listen!” whispered Cathleen excitedly. "Can’t you hear him now?" " Deed, and it’s only the crackling of the telephone wires. Miss Cathie. Don't you be worrying so,” soothed Blake, brushing out the long, beau-, tiful waves of chestnut hair. “There Isn’t a soul ou,t a night like this for smiles. You’re tired and a bit nerv-

jous." ! "I’m not a bit nervous, Blake,” Cathleen retorted haughtily. She stared at the reflection of herself in the oval mirror and frowned. It was certainly a white and troubled young person who returned her gaze of inquiry. “Anyway, I don’t think it at all right for papa to send me out here at this time of the year.” “’Tls a foine place for the asthma," Blake said gently. , “But I haven’t asthma. It’s papa who has asthma,. I think he should have thought of me a little in the matter. It’s cold and bleak and miserable down here on the shore this time of the year, and there’s nobody Jiving here—oh, Blake, there it is again. Don’t you—can’t you hear it?" i It was unmistakable this time, a steady, dragging’sound on the roof. Cathleen reached for the pink-shaded lights, and extinguished them with fingers that strove to be steady. She I thought quickly. They had arrived (that afternoon, without warning, 'from New York. Her father was to follow the next morning with his inurse and secretary. Only Blake and (the old housekeeper were in the I house besides herself. The chauffeur iwas in town. The house was one of several in a summer colony on the bay. The long gardens rambled straight down to the water’s edge. It was the last of the row, and faced the sea. on two sides. So far as Cathleen knew, there were Ino other residents there, only a few servants left in charge through the (winter. Blake moved cautiously to the nearjest window and peered out It was a stormy spring night The rain was 'pelting down in sheets. Out to sea {the lightning cut the darkness in long glittering gashes, coming swiftly after every crack of thunder. The house was , built with gables. Cathleen’s suite wttfotathe front so that the side windowsfcbmmanded a full view of the sloping roof on the least gable above the library. She leaned over Blake’s shoulder, and watched for the next flare qf light "There he is,” she whispered. “He’s climbed up as far as the parapet Blake, and is crouching behind that chimney.” "And what should he do that for, Miss Cathie T” Blake objected. "Wouldn’t he go in tiie windows by choice?"

“I don't know,” laughed Cathleen, her nerves running to extremes. "Maybe he prefers chimneys, I’m going to telephone the village and get the police out here just as soon as they can come." , Blake listened to the bowl of the Storm outside. "Ah, sure, they’ll never get up the shore in this gale, Miss Cathie,” she groaned, but Cathleen had already sped down the long hall, and she spoke only to the windowpane. “yes, hello, hello,” called Cathleen tremulously, as she got the number at Seponsett beadquarters. “This is Mr. Reid’s residence on the bay shore. There is a burglar on the roof, and 'I am alone except for two servants, both women. Can you send help at once? What? I don't know. We only arrived about half an hour ago. The house has been closed all winter. Do hurry. I’m afraid you’ll be too late." She hung up the receiver and turned around to face Blake. "I think he's trying to come down the chimney, 'deed, and I do. He’s noting that crafty, And there's the open fireplace in the library, Miss Cathie. Do you think he’ll be dropping down that way?" Cathleen felt a wave of faintness sweep over her. It was her first experience with burglars. But she cleanched both hands and stood fast “Shalll wake Mrs. Busby?" “No," replied Cathleen, firmly. “She’s too nervous. The police will be here In ten minutes. He wont come down a hot chimney. You go and build a fire in the library. Blake, and TH get papa’s revolver from his rooms, and cover him with it from my windows, and if he breaks in. 111 shoot”

The man on the east gable worked with deliberation. Now he crouched behind the low parapet as the wind swept in from the sea. Then Cathleen could see him start to work with renewed energy. He seemed to be tearing at the root There were slate plates on it Cathleen remembered. Mr. Reid was British, and had his own ideas of what a roof should be like even on Long Island. She wondered ts perhaps this was a slate thief, and then choked a laugh in her chief, at the picture of any burglar stealing pounds of slate to bear away down the lonely shore a night like this. More probably be, was a lunatic. There was a private asylum six miles away. Cathleen felt more hopeful. One might divert a lunatic where a burglar had preconceived notions. Suddenly he began to descend with startling rapidity. He was down on

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the veranda roof before she realized it not thirty feet from her. “They’re coming, Miss Cathie!" called Blake, in a hushed tone from the lower hall. *You can hear them now." Cathleen raised the window, and leaned out "Don’t you move or I’ll shoot!” she cried. He moved, nevertheless, and Quickly, too. She leveled the revolver and fired into the darkness, but not toward the sound. There was dead silence on the roof below her, then she could almost have sworn she heard a laugh. Blake was directing the police upstairs. She heard steps below in the garden, hurried, adventurous steps, and drew back from the window, white and chilled. ' ’•They’ve got him, Miss Cathie, in the library,” Blake brought the news. “He’s that bold and daring, too. They, want you to see him. Not a word will he say." "Oh, must IF* Cathleen hesitated, but the Reid blood was not made of milk. Head up, and steady nerved, she went down to the library. The burglarg met her gaze squarely. He was young, smooth-faced, towsle-haired, rough-coated, hatless. His curly hair was drenched and curled tightly. It was the hair that gave him away. "Tommy,” she gasped. “Tommy, how could you?" “How could you?" retorted Tommy, mildly. “But I didn’t know you were here?” "Your father sent me down on the afternoon train." ‘Dut why on earth were you on the roof?” Tommy’s eyes twinkled. He raised his handcuffed wrists. “It leaked, lady. I was only fixing It. It was coming In awfully, and I was asleep In the room underneath. I didn’t hear you arrive even.” "You might have seen the light.” “But I was looking for a leak. Won’t you please explain?” Cathleen explained, with what dignity she could gather. The man was Mr. Thomas Drew, a close friend of the family. There was 'a mistake. She had no idea he was there at all. And she was very sorry. ’ When they were alone in the great dim library, Tommy took her in 'his arms with unmistakable intentions. "You said I was a close friend of the family,” he protested, "and you’re the family. Do you suppose I was going to be railroaded down South or West, while you stayed here for three months? The governor needs somebody here to look after his business interests, and I applied for the position. Also, the word goes around that I’m to be a junior partner. Will you be a June bride, sweetheart?” “Tommy, you don’t know how funny you looked In those steel rings." "The first week In June?" Cathleen laughed, and raised her face from his coat sleeve. "If you promise to keep off people’s roofs."

A curious scene was enacted the other day In a London (Eng,) police court, during the hearing of a charge brought against a young Swiss operatic artist In reply to the accusation the prisoner stated that he bad been engaged at a West End theater for ten years. Then, before any one had guessed his purpose, the court was ringing with a tenor song from one of the Italian operas. The amazed jailer stopped him as soon as he had recovered his presence of mind, and the accused seemed to share in the general astonishment "That" he said, with the profoundest of bows, “is to secure the verity of what I speak."

Poet Can Live on Atmosphere.

Some of the dull, utilitarian minds of the world are sometimes at loss to know bow the seemingly improvident poet can dive on what appears to be a very meager income. Stupid things! They have not the comprehension and delicious imagination to perceive that the true bard can warm himself by his own poetic fire and secure his food and drink from bis mince-Pierian spring.

Golden Rule.

Whatever I have tried to do at all, I have tried with all my heart to do well. What I have devoted xhyself to, I have devoted myself to completely. Never to put one hand on anything on which I could not throw my whole seif, and never to affect depreciation of my work, whatever It was, I find now to have been one of my golden rules.—Charles Dickens. ■ -

Would Hardly Go Around.

Winie—“Wonder what all the animals did during those forty days in the ark.” Tommy—“Oh, they just lay around and scratched theirselves, I guess.” Willie —“Scratched theirselves nothin’! What’d they scratch for when there was only two fleas?" —Boston Transcript.

Woman as Worshiper.

Women are born worshipers; . in their good little hearts lies the most craving relish for greatness; itfs even said each chooses her husband on the hypothesis of his being a great man—in his way. The good creatures, yet the foolish!—Thomas OyirK

CHURCHES USE SIGN

Electric Boards in New York Attract Attention. Evangelistic Commission Formed to Ascertain Facta Concerning Religious Conditions In America Many Radical Plans Made. New York.—lt would be hard to tell which was the more surprised by the appearance of a huge sign at 23d street and Broadway advertising the churches, the religious leaders whose office® are grouped in that neighborhood or the nonreligous class who haunt this particular section of Broadway after 10 o’clock at night. The sign, which is 13% by 62 feet, bears the legend, in gigantic letters, "Welcome for Everybody in the Churches of New York." At either end is a cross, and the subsidiary statements, “Men for Religion;’’ “Religion for Men;” “Men and Religion Forward Movement.” The attention attracted is shown by the fact that on the following morning three of the New York dailies printed first page articles about the sign. Other signs were opened later in the week farther up Broadway, and more are to follow. Two at 37th and Broadway proclaim, “The Church Wants Men in Her Work for Man," and “I AM My Brother’s Keeper.” The first one, which is on the top of a 23d street building overlooking Madison square, Broadway, sth avenue and Madison avenue, is in a commanding position. The downtown business men who travel to their offices in automobiles see it at the beginning of the day. Practically all of the strangers in New York visit Madison square to see the Garden, the Metropolitan building and the Flatiron building. There are more national religous headquarters within shouting distance of this spot than anywhere else in the land. Hither come the ministers of New York and vicinity for „ their weekly meetings. None of these various people can escape seeing the big church sign. Radical as are the methods and proposals of this publicity commission, it is only one out of nine commissions which have set out to ascertain the facts concerning the religious conditions of America. Doubtless many radical recommendations will be made. The social service commission has the sometimes sensational experiences of the last winter’s campaigning to draw upon. In most of the cities visited the social service survey has elicited startling facts. Rumor has it that the evangelistic commission also may hit hard at the itinerant evangelists so long in vogue. Nobody can prophesy what may be

To Teach Domestic Peace

Social Worker Makes a Recommendation to Court of New Way to Fight the Divorce Evil. Indianapolis.—A school of domestic relations in which men and women would be taught the essentials of domestic harmony will be recommended to Judge Collins by Dr. Hannah M. Graham, president of the Equal Suffrage association, as an aid in decreasing the number of police court cases growing out of domestic difficulties. T ~, Dr. Grahdm attended the woman’s session of police court, sitting on the bench with Judge Collins. She heard several cases that were almost entirely the outgrowth of domestic trouble that could have been avoided easily, and at the conclusion of court expressed the opinion that men and women need more education In domestic harmony, and less punishment The school, according to Dr. Graham’s idea, would be conducted by a

TO KILL AN OYSTER, EAT HIM

London Professor Says This Is Most Humane Way to Snd Bivalve's Life. New York.— Scruples of tenderhearted epicures, who have maintained that the eating of live oystert inflicts pain upon the tender bivalves and should therefore be prohibited by law, are set at rest by a statement from the professor of physiology at the London Medical school. Commenting on an announcement that a “prevention of cruelty to oysters” campaign is to be inaugurated by the president of the Alabama oyster commission, the professor says: “The oyster has a certain nervous structure, and undoubtedly has a certain amount of nervous sensibility. It is impossible, however, to say 'whether its nervous sensibilities are of a sufficiently high development to enable it to exercise pain. In any case, it would be hard to find a more sudden or a more merciful way of killing an oyster than by eating him.”

Tramp Returns Lost Gems.

Cumberland. Wls —A tramp who applied for a night’s lodging gave the police SI,OOO in jewelry he said he had found. Investigation proved the gems belonged to Mrs. John Foley, Superior, Wls., who lost them two months ago. _

Morgan Spoils His Clothes.

Paris.—J. Pierpont Morgan, unused to operatorless levers, risked his life and damaged a suit of clothes climbing over an iron gate six foot high to get out of a lift. „ £3.Sig

CAUSES REIGN OF TERROR IN VIRGINIA

FIRST photograph of Floyd Allen, who killed Judge Massie after the judge had sentenced him at Hillsville, Va., on cot in jail guarded by Detectives D. O. Baldwin and T. L. Felts.

the result of this statement of the facts of present day religious conditions which will be made in the conservation congress April 19-24. The strongest laymen in the land wilbbe present, and their mood is to follow the findings. Any sort of shapeup in religious organizations may be anticipated. The tendency is clearly toward new ways for the new days, and for a simplification of religious work, with the local church as the permanent unit and agency.

DIES OF “FORTUNE” TALE

Lovelorn Girl Consults Soothsayer, Then Swallows Polson—Attempted to End Life Before. Allentown, Pa.—After a visit to a fortune teller, who could not give her any encouragement that she could get back her lover, William Sterner, with whom she had fallen out four years ago. Miss Mary A. Nagle aged twentyeight years, a silk winder, committed suicide by taking carbolic acid. She was motherless and had for years lived with Mr. and Mrs. Victor Kramer, who. regarded her as a member of the family. On returning home the girl was greatly depressed, explaining how the fortune teller’s philters and potions had failed and that the casting

board five or six public-spirited citizens, both men and women. Lectures would be given once a week for police court “habituals,” and for other persons. “There is such a lot of good to be seen in the faces of many of those people who appear in police court,” said Dr. Graham, “that I feel something should be done for them.”

INDIANS MALTREAT A MAN

Colorado River Tribe Imprisons a Smithsonian Institution Collector, v Who Finally Escapes. San Bernardino, Cal.—Capt James Bartlett who for years has traversed the desert collecting specimens for the Smithsonian Institution, has arrived here with his face and body cut and bruised and telling a story of having been attacked by Colorado

Gold Wedding Copy of First

Menu of Supper Is Same as That Served After Couple Were First United In 1862. Indianapolis.—With the same menu that was spread before them fifty years ago, and with several of the same persons as guests who were present at their first wedding supper, Mr. and Mrs. Levi C. Bowser observed the ffiftluth anniversary of their marriage by serving a wedding supper to their children and a few friends. When Miss Caroline Dawson became the bride of Levi C. Bowser on March 6, 1862, the event was followed by a bounteous supper at the country home of the bride’s father, John W. Dawson, then one of the prominent farmers of Marion county. Turkey was the piece de resistance of the happy feast, and turkey was served to the wedding guests again. The guests who witnessed the wedding fifty years ago were Capt Byron Dawson, retired army officer; Richeson Moore and Mrs. Nancy Graham. There were about fifty persons at the wedding, but these are the only ones now'living in Marlon county. Mr. and Mrs. Bowser have lived for more than forty of the fifty years of their married life tn their present home. In many respects theirs has been an ideal romance. Mr. Bowser’s father also was a pioneer farmer of the county, and owned a farm adjoining the Dawson farm, about three miles south of Indianapolis. As playmates in their childhood, lovers in their youth and husband and wife in later years, hardly a day of their lives

of the horoscope had not given any hopeful sign. When she Intimated Jthat she might drown herself Mrs. Kramer tried to cheer her up. During the night, however, there were sounds of distress from Miss Nagle's room. The door was broken open and she was taken to the hospital, where all efforts to save her proved futile. Once before, soon after the tiff with her lover, she tried suicide by swallowing match heads and left a long letter giving minute directions for her funeral.

GROUND HOG TIRED OF COLD

Bound South on Brakebeam In Mod. ern Way—Journey Is Interrupted. Salt Lake City, Utah.—The progressive movement has reached the ground hog, as shown When one of the little animals was detected by a car inspector, beating its way on the brakebeam of a Western Pacific passenger train. The tour of the marmot ended under a waste paper basket, in which it was caged by a baggage man. "Smart ground hog,” commented the railroad men. “No back to the hole for it; it was going south for the rest of the winter.”

River Indians who thought him aq evil spffiKT “When I appeared in their village," said Captain Bartlett "the Indiana were terror-stricken. They seized me and threw me into a hut about which they placed a guard. Their warriors worked themselves into a frenzy with a religious dance., “I learned that they thought I was the ghost of another Captain Barb lett, a rifle expert formerly connected with a powder company, who died several months ago in Los Angeles. It seemed that white men had read in the papers of the rifle expert’s death, and, thinking it was I, had told the Indians that I was dead. “When night came the guards about my hut relaxed their vigilance and 1 made my escape.”

Routs Thief With Toy Pistol.

Astoria, N. Y.—Henry C. Johnson, former Republican leader, chased a burglar from his home by pointing his grandson’s toy pistol at the Intruder and threatening to fire.

has passed but what they have seen each other. For many years Mr. Bowser conducted a grocery at South street and Virginia avenue and. later at Fletcher avenue and Shelby street, but retired from business several years ago. Mr. Bowser is 74 years old and Mrs. Bowser is 68. He is in excellent health, but Mrs. Bowser has been confined to her ehair from rheumatism for several years. .

ROMANCE WINS MAN A JOB

Mayor In Minneapolis. Appoints Policeman After His Sweetheart Pleads for Him. Minneapolis.—Because Mayor J. C. Haynes believes in romance, R. H. Friedrich, who is 6 feet 2 inches in height and weighs 230 pounds, today is a member of the police force. Some two weeks ago Friedrich catted on the mayor to see about a position on the force. The next day Louise Leubener visited the mayor. "She told me she knew Robert Friedrich, and that he was the best man in the world, said Mayor Haynes. “I guess we had better take him on,” he declared later. “I tell you, chief, it Is ronsmce: that makes the world go round.”

Doctor, Not Patient, Dies.

Somerville, N. J.—After racing to the hospital to save the life of an injured railroad engineer, Dr. John P. _ ■ • * operating room.

TOOK RISK AND LOST

WHEN FORTUNE WAS UNKfNff TO BLOCKADE RUNNER. Consignment of Buttons for Confed* erate Navy Made Cargo of Captured Ship Contraband, and Wjbgilsh Merchant Failed. S stories are told about tmers and blockade runangers, the losses and s feature of the game at re is a man in New York a story of this sort that le. close of the Civil war. s quite a young man, he wandered into a place on Nassau street, and looked on while the cargo of a captured blockade yunner was being sold at auction. The goods offered at such sales rarely brought much, and this occasion was no exception. One of the chief articles put up at auction was a big consignment of brass buttons on which the raised letters "C. S. N." appeared prominently, They were buttons apparently intended for the navy of the Confederate states. The young matt picked .up one of the buttons and. after examining it, put it into hie pocket as a pocket piece. On the under side of the button the name “Campbell, Isaacs & Co.” appeared a» the manufacturers. The young man had this pocket piece with him when he went abroad some time later. In London he paid * visit to a gentleman named Hart, a friend of his family, and Was a guest at dinner. After dinner, while chatting with his host, he happened to take the button out of his pocket. Mr. Hart asked if he might be penpittea to take a look at it He gave. * start of amazement as he turned it over and read the name of “Campbell,, Isaacs & Co.” Then he asked the* young man where he got the button and how. The young man explained. “That button cost me £60,000—4 >300,000,” remarked Mr. Hart Them Mr. Hart paid he was a silent partner' in the firm of Campbell, Isaacs < Co.’ The Confederate navy was in need of brass buttons and this firm got the order. The firm rushed the work the order, intending to ship by the, fastest of all the blockade runners—a* vessel in which Mr. Hart, who did quite a business in this line, had al decided Interest. There was some delay and the vessel sailed without the buttons. She had not proceeded far when they arrived. By the most, strenuous efforts the blockade runneri was recalled and the consignment was! put aboard. Then she started once! more for America. All went well until the blockade runner was close to the Carolina coast, whither she was bound Tbm she began playing her usual game and. With her usual confidence. The captain and the crew knew she was faster than any of the Federal boats patrolling the coast She had shown her heels to them before. But while, the blockade runner had been away on her laß<pyage the Federal government had put into commission a* faster, better equipped vessel than ever bad been on patrol duty before.: Thi blockade runner was captured

and she and her cargo confiscated. The English owners sent a representative to Washington and tried to convince the authorities that the initials “C. 8. N." on the buttons meant "Coast Service,’Nassau.” They were unsuccessful. The buttons were the only contraband of war in the blockade runner's cargo. Their presence there made everything else in the cargo contraband and subject to seizure. ' Mr. Hart had reason to think he was in hard luck. If the blockade runner had not been called back to get the buttons all would have-beet well, and if she had encountered any other patrol boat than the one she did she could have escaped dSpture. But by a strange coincidence fastest blockade runner and the fagtest petrol vessel came together and Mr. ***** London was out £60,000.

Girl Loved to Wander.

Adele Kretchmer, a s«venteen-year-old girl, in whom thewanderiust la so strong that she has become known; as the “girl tramp,” was brought up before Judge Wilbur in juvenile court, one day recently. z She has been traveling all over southern California the last six months. She told the court that she much preferred sleeping in a barn to anywhere else and that the atmosphere of a house was stifling to her. According to the officers of.the nrtnot bad, but simply loves nature and the great outdoors. _ “Ob, dear me, I know how to be a woman, but I just can’t be one, and ! doubt if I ever shall be one,” Adele said to f|te matron of the Sssa Bernardino home, according to a letter in '.T'*’ - <he tieraia. # &

Woman Wins Prized Honors

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