Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 136, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 June 1912 — Page 3
The Chalice of Courage
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SYNOPSIS.
Enid Maitland, a frank, free and unspoiled young Phatladelphia girl, la taken to the Colorado mountains by her uncle, Robert Maitland. James Armstrong, Maitland’s protege, falls in love with her. His persistent wooing thrills the girl, but she-hesitates, and Armstrong foes east ■on business without a definite answer, Enid hears the story of a mining engineer, Newbold, whose wife fell off a cliff and was so seriously hurt that he was compelled to shoot her to prevent her Doing eaten by wolves while he went for help. Kirkby, the old guide who tells the story, gives Enid a package of letters Which he says were found on the dead Woman's body. She reads the letters ana at Klrkby’s request keeps them. While bathing in mountain stream Enid is attacked by a bear, which is mysteriously •hot. A storm ayjfds to the girl s terror. A sudden delutransforms brook into raging sweeps Enid into gorge, where she is rescued by a Mountain 1 hermit after a thrilling experience. Campers in great coixfusion upon dlscoving Enid’s absence when the. sip l ™ breaks. Maitland and Old Kirkby Sp *n search of the girl Enid discovers that her anklfe is sprained and that she is unable to walk. Her rescuer carries her to his camp. Enid goM to sleep In the strange man a bunk. Miner cooks breakfast for Enid, after which they go on tour of Inspection. The hermit tells Enid of his unsuccessful attempt to find the Maitland campers. He admits that he is also from Philadelphia. The hermit falls In love with Enid. The man comes to a realisation of his love for her, but naturally In that strange solitude the relations of the girl and her rescuer become unnatural and strained. The stranger tells of a wife he had who is dead, and says he has sworn to ever cherish bet memory by living In solitude. He and Enid, howeverv confess their .love for each other. She learns that he Is the man who klllec&hls wife In the mountain. Enid discovers the writer of the letters to Newbold’s wife to have been James Armstrong. Newbold decides to start to the settlement for help. The man Is racked by the belief that he Is unfaithful to his wife’s memoir, and Enid ls tempt•d to tell him of the letters in her Possession. Armstrong, .accompanied by Kirkby and Robert Maitland, find a note that Newbold had left In the deserted cabin, and know that the girl is In his keeping. Fate brings all the actors together. Newbold returns from hunting game and Bees a man near the hut. It is James Armstrong, who has at last located the missing girl, and he enters the cabin. Armstrong pleads his ipve for Enid, but she reminds him of his affection for Newbold’s Wife. He grows Insulting and Enid orders him from her . presence. Newbold returns opportunely. He discovers the truth about Armstrong and would have killed him hut for the interference of Kirkby and Maitland, who came upon the scene. It develops that Armstrong was engaged plot to separate Newbold and his _ wife. He clears the woman’s name and afterward ends his own life.
CHAPTER XXIV (Continued). “Do you by any chance belong to the Maryland Newbolds, sir?" “Yes, they are distantly related to a most excellent family of the same name In Philadelphia, I believe*’ “I have always understood that to be the truth.” “Ah, a very satisfactory connection Indeed,” said Stephen Maitland with no little satisfaction. “Proceed, sir.” “There is nothing much else to say about myself, except that I love your daughter and with your permission I want her for my wife.” Mr. Maitland had thought long and seriously over the state of affairs. He had proposed in his desperation to give her hand to Armstrong If he found her. It had been impossible to keep secret the story of her adventure, her rescue and the death of Armstrong. It was natural and inevitable that gossip should have busied itself with her name. It would therefore have been Bomewhat difficult for Mr. Maitland to have withheld his consent to her marriage to a'lmoßt any reputable man who had been thrown so intimately with her, but when the man was so unexceptionably born and bred as Newbold, what had appeared as a more or less disagreeable duty, almost an imperative imposition, became a pleasure! Mr. Maitland was no bad judge of men when his prejudices were not rampant, and he looked with much satisfaction on the fine, clean limbed, clear eyed, vigorous man who was at present suing for his daughter’s hand. Newbold bad shaved off his beard and had cropped close hie mustache; he dressed in the habits of civilization and he was almost metamorphosed. His shyness wore away as he talked and his inherited ease of manner and his birthright of good breeding came back to him and sat easily upon him. ' -J tinder the circumstances the very best thing that could happen would be a marriage between the two, indeed to be quite honest, Mr. Stephen Maitland would have felt that perhaps under any circumstances his daughter could do no better than commit herself to a man like this. - \ - “I shall never attempt,” hfe said at last, “to constrain my daughter. 4 I think I have learned something by my touch with this life here; perhaps we of Philadelphia need a little broadening in airs more free. lam sure that she would never give her hand without her heart, and therefore; she must decide this matter herself. From her own Ups you shall have your answer.” "But you, sir; I confess that I should feel easier and happier H I had yqur sanction and approval.” - “Steve,” said Mr. Robert Maitland, as the other hesitated, not intended to refuse, but because be was loath to say the word that so far as he was concenied would gife his
daughter into another man’s keeping, “I.think you can trust Newbold; there are men who knew him years ago; there is abundant evidence and testimony as to his qualities, I vouch .for him.” “Robert,” answered his brother, "I need no such testimony; the way in which he saved Enid, the way he comported himself during that period of isolation with her, his present bearing —in short, sir,'if a father is ever glad to give away hiß daughter, I might say I should be glad to entrust her to you. I believe you to be a man of honor and a gentleman; your family is almost as old as my own; as for the disparity In our fortunes, I can easily remedy that” Newbold smiled at Enid’s father, but it was a pleasant smile; albeit with a trace of mockery and a trace of triumph In it "Mr; Maitland, I- am more grateful to you than I cap say for your consent and approval which I shall do my best to merit I think I may claim to have won your daughter’s heart; to have added to that your sanction completes my happiness. As for the disparity in our fortunes, while your generosity touches me profoundly, I hardly think that you need be under any uneasiness as to our material welfare.” “What do you mean?” “I am a mining engineer, sir ; I didn’t live five years alone in the. mountains of Colorado for nothing,” “Pray, explain yourself, sir.” “Did you find gold In the hills?” asked Robert Maitland, quicker to understand. “The richest veins on the continent,” answered Newbold. “And nobody knows anything about it?” "Not a soul.” “Have you located the claims?”
“Do You by Any Chance Belong to the Maryland Newbolds, Sir?”
“Only one.” “•We’ll go back as soon as the snow melts,” said the younger Maitland, “and take them up. You are Bure?" “Absolutely.” «He means,” said his brother, “that he has discovered gold.” “And silver too,” interposed Newbold. "In unlimited quantities,” continued the other Maitland. “Your daughter will have more mosey, than ’she knows what to do with sir,” smiled Newbold. “God bless me,” exclaimed the Philadelphian. “And that whether she marries me or not, for the richest claim of all is to be taken out In her name,” added her lover. < Mr.' Stephen Maitland shook the other by the hand vigorously. £. *1 congratulate you,” J»e said, “you have beaten me on all points; I must therefore regard you as the most eligible of suitors. Gold in these mountains, well, welll” . « “And may I see your daughter and plead my Sause in person, sir?” asked Newbold.
“Certainly, certainly. Robert; will you oblige me—.ivy. In compliance with his brother’s gesture, Robert Maitland touched the bell and bade the answering" servant ask Miss Maitland to come to the library. " “Now,” said Mr. Stephen Maitland as the servant closed the door, “you and I would leave the young people alone. Eh, Robert?” “By. all means,” answered the younger, and opening the doOr again the two older men went out leaving Newbold alone. “But I don’t quite understand,” queried Mr. Stephan Maitland. He heard a soft step on the stair in the hall without; the gentle swish of a dress as somebody descended from the floor above. A vision appeared in the doorway. Without a movement in opposition, without a word of remonstrance, without a throb of hesitation on her part, he took her in his arms. From the drawing-room opposite, Mr. Robert Maitland softly tiptoed across the hall and closed the library door, neither of the lovers being aware of his action. Often and often -they had longed for each other on the opposite side of a door, and now at last the woman was in the man’s arms and no door rose between them, no barrier kept them apart any longer. There'wah no obligation of loyalty or honor, real or imagined, to separate them now. TJhey had drunk deep of the chalice of courage, they had drained the cup to the very bottom, they had shown each other that though love was the greatest of passions, honor and loyalty were 1 the most powerful of forces, and now they reaped the reward of their abnegation And devotion. »• At last the woman gave herself up to him in complete and entire abandonment without fear and without reproach ; and at last the man took what was his own without the shadow of a reservation. She shrank from no pressure of hiß arms, she turned her face away from no touch of his lips. They two had proved their right to surrender by their ability to conquer. Speech was hardly necessary between them, and it was not for a long time that coherent words came. Little murmurs of endearment, little passionate whispers of a beloved name — these were enough then. When he could find strength,to deny himself a little and to hold her at arm's length and look at her, he found her paler, thinner and more delicate than when ,he had seen her in the mountains. Sheiiad on some witching creation of pale blue and silver; he didn’t know what it was; he didn’t
care-—it made her only more iike an angel'to him than ever. She found him, too, greatly changed and highly approved the alterations in. his appearance. ; . “Why, Will,” she said at last, “I never realized what a handsome man you were.” He laughed at her. “I always knew you were the most beautiful woman on earth.” . “Oh, yes, doubtless when I was the only one.” “And if there were millions you would still J>e the only one. But it isn’t for your beauty alone that I love you. You knew all the time that my fight against loving you was based upon a misinterpretation, a mistake; yon didn’t tell me because you were thoughtful of a poor Woman.” “Should I have told you?” _ “No. I have thought it all out I was loyal through a mistake, but you wouldn’t betray a dead sister; you would save her reputation in the mind of the one being that remembered her, at the expense of your Own happiness. And if there were nothing else I could love you for that,”
“And is there anything else?" asked she who would fain be loved for other qualities. "Everything," he answered, Rapturously drawing her once more to his heart. "I knew that there would be some way,” answered the satisfied woman softly after a little space; “love like ours is not born to fall short of the completest happiness. Oh, how fortu nate for me was that idle impulse that turned me up the canon instead of down, for if it had not been for that there would have been no meeting—” She stopped suddenly, her face aflame at the thought of the conditions of that meeting; she must needs hide her face on his shoulder. - He laughed gayly. .• y ~ “My {lttle spirit of the fountain, my love, my wife that is to be! Did you
He Shamefully Held Her Close.
know that your father had done me the honor to give me your hand, subject to the condition that your heart goes with it?” “You took that first,” answered the woman looking up at him again. There was, a knock on the door. Without waiting for permission it was opened; this time three men entered, for old Kirkby had joined the group. The blushing Enid made an impulsive movement to tear herself away from Newbold’s arms, but he shamefully held her close. The three men looked at the two lovers solemnly for a moment and then broke into laughter. It was Kirkby who spoke first. “I hear as how you found gold ill them mountains, Mr. Newbold.” “I found something far more valuable than all the gold in Colorado in these moutnains,” answered the other. “And what was that?” asked the old frontiersman, curiously and innocently. “This!” answered Newbold as he kissed the girl again. (THE END.)
Wife Who Nags.
The worst thing that the bad fairy could wish upon a man Is a nagging, fault-finding wife. The most savory of the dishes prepared by her hand tastes fiat and stale if served up with the sauce of her complaints, and the cosiest of homes is a place of unrest if it is the storehouse of her recriminations. Even if there is Just cause for jealousy, nagging is an aggravation rather than a cure. It breeds the spirit of antagonism and the case of the injured party is hurt rather than helped. The only safe cure for straying af"fectionsTsfcTThake oneself scTattractive, so agreeable, that the desired love and attention is irresistibly held to its original moorings. Sometimes Sudden evidence of indifference awakes the errant one to the fact that the straying may be mutual. Sometimes renewed outbursts of affection, of care and Interest, is the tonic of weakened ardor. Sometimes splendid results are accomplished by wearing smart and becoming clothes and brushing up the wits and vivacity.
Big Bags of British Hunters.
The shooting in Great Britain for 1911 1b over as far as grouse are concerned. The heaviest one-day bag obtained In Scotland was that of Lord Dalkeith and his party on the Duke of Buccleuch’s Roanfell moor. In Roxburghshire, when eight guns killed 2,523 birds. In England the best one-day bag was that of the Due de Luynes and five other guns on Lord Strathmore’s Wemmergill moors In the Upper Lnnedale district of Durham; 1,599 birds were killed during four drives is stormy weather. On the Duke of Devonshire’s Upper Wharfedale moore in Yorkshire 14,918 birds were killed in twenty-two days, all by driving, and there were usually nine guns out. The best bag was obtained on August 18th, when the King was included in the party, and nine guns killed 1,580 birds on the Barden and Rylstone moors.
Like a Lawyer.
Dr. Cyrus Cutler, the well lthqsra Springfield surgeon, is a member of the Colonial club, an institution that fines its members for talking shop, relates the New York Tribune. 5 Dr. Cutler, getting out of his motor car, entered the Colonial club the other day for luncheon, and, advancing into the restaurant, said to a lawyer as be took off his goggles: < “Well, old man, how are your* The lawyer got Dr. Cutler fined then and there for talking shop. 7TT~ The next day when he arrived at the dub again tor luncheon, the surgeon, angered at what had happened, cut the lawyer. The letter then had him fiiast
NOT SUFFRAGETTE NOW
LITTLE GIRL LOSES DISDAIN FOR ,T-5; THE boys. « y ' 7, Conversion Comes Through Disaster to Her Doll Whep She Undertakes to Throw a Brick at Marauding Doga. “Do you see that little girl?” asked the old bachelor, as he leaned upon his gate and halted me In my tnorning walk. “Yesterday she was all for woman’s rights, but today her views are of a different complexion.” He nodded toward a four-year-old who was wandering with lonely and disconsolate air along the edge of the sidewalk.
“She lives in that little shack over there, and she hasn’t much to play with, but she’s well brought up and her mother has taught her to flock by herself and not chum with street boys and girls. Some one gave her a doll and doll buggy, and she’s been out with it every fine day as proud and happy as a queen. She’s scared to death, though, of two small dogs that live across the street and come sniffing around her and her baby. The boys, too, tease her sometimes, but they throw Btones at the dogs and chase them away. she was pushing her •buggy along and singing to herself when the dogs ran out She baited and watched them approaching. Then she made up her mind she’d chase them herself Instead of squealing for the boys. “So she stood in front of the buggy snd picked up a piece of brick. It was pretty heavy for her, but she threw her arm back the way she’d seen the boys do and hufled it with all her might She shut her eyes tight as she threw, so as not to witness the annihilation of the dogs, I guess, and probably she thought the crash that followed was the breaking of their bones, but when she opened her eyes the enemy was unhurt and coming right on. Then she turned to fly, but when she looked into 'her buggy the yell that arose brought people to the windows for a block around. "She had thrown the brick behind her and smashed her doll to flinders. "Her mother came and bore her off, wailing at every step; and today she Is quiet, as you see, but it is plain her heart as well as her doll Is broken. “Yesterday I thought I would teach her how to throw stones, bnt today I’ve changed my mind. I’m going to get her a new doll. I think she’ll leave the dogs to the boys in future.”
Walls That Don't Transmit Bounds. Experiments have recently been carried out In Germany with the object of discovering methods and means for rendering walls and ceilings capable of effective resistance to sound transmission. One of the more recently devised methods Involves the use under the ceiling, or parallel to the wall, as the case may be, of a network of wire stretched tlghtly-by means of pulleys secured into adjacent walls and not touching at any point the surface to be protected against sound. Upon the wire network Is plastered a composition formed of strong glue, plaster of parts and granulated cork, so as to make a flat slab, between which and the wall or ceiling is a cushion of confined air. The method described is said to be good in two respects: first, the absence of contact between the protective and protected surfaces, and, secondly, the coirbld ture of the composition recommended for the plaster.
Keeping the Children Amused.
A delightful way to amuse children, and incidentally their parents, is by Illustrating a fairy story, the title of which IF guessed by those watching the performance. . "Select a well-known story and divide it into short parts, or acts. Then let the children act the various, parts in dumb show, using gestures without speech, which are not hard to teach very small children. The idea Is a good one for bazaar or school entertainments, where a public performance can be the climax of Beveral rehearsals. If possible, dress the litle actors in costume and let the performance be given to the accompaniment of suggestive music that will help them make the right gestures at the proper time. Without having to think of Unas to recite, children learn positions and gestures very quickly.
Used Fraud to Gain for Charity.
A strange psychological phenomenon is disclosed in the case of Sister Candide, a French nun who was recently convicted of swindling Parisian jewelers In order to raise money for charity. She systematically secured jewels of great value and then pawned them, using the money thus raised — over >1,600,000 in all —to carry on var rlous charitable enterprises. She apparently did not realize the gravity of her offense, and sentence was suspended by the court.
Picture by Telegraph.
♦ ■ T’ ** A miracle of modern science was performed the other day in Berlin by Professor Glatxel, who transmitted a picture in fifteen minutes from Berlin to Mopte Carlo, where it was received at the long-distance photography station by Professor Korn. The photograph, which was one of the Prince of Monaco, was so good that it was ex* hibltetd at the Casino the earn* its. ni»g.
THE QUIET HOUR
Real Mother of Evil
By DR. FRANK CRANE
BY A curious twist * of the morbid nature of man the ; sunny gospel of Jesus Christ has often been construed into a shadow of gloom. No one had & : firmer hold on life, a sounder taste of Its pleasure, a richer appreciation of the higher possibilities for joy concealed in existence than Jesus. 0 Unfortunately, he was an oriental, and, by some strange will of destiny his cult first spread among Occident- , ala. All his picturesque imagery, his ' poetry, his delicate, piercing shafts of intuitional perception, were hardened into doctrines of syllogisms, and 'hie social truth intended to permeate “like a lump of leaven,” became a rigid or- . ganization. We may have gained somethingwho shall say?—but we certainly have lost much. When you pluck your lily to pieces, scatter Its odorous petals on the ground, and transect with a sharp knife its swelling seed-sac, you may have added to your" knowledge of systematic botany, but you have lost your lily; its grace, color, fragrance, and fruitfulness—and the flower was created for these. And we may be sure there was some charm of life, some fullness of deep joy, that played like a felt radiance about his eyes and smile, that so drew to him the “multitudes,” for the common people follow only what smacks of life. Most of all does our age lack in the realization of bis warm homanlty. Joy the Cure for Bfn. He came, he said, that our joy might be full. There is the cure of sin. It; remained for Nietzsche, the declared! enemy of oar faith, to see it most , clearly. “It is not joy, but the lack at joy, tha tia the mother at evil." There never was a mortal sin that did not spring .from an empty heart What are all blasphemies bnt brutish, twisted prayers for inward peace?* What are drunkenness and all fleshly naughtiness but the struggling of souls to fill themselves at the swine’s trough of sensuality? What are cruelties and injustice and oppression but the at* tempt to stay the appetite for joy -with poison ana bitter passions? And, taking the whole range of human wickedness, murder, envy, hate, Inst, theft, unkindness, and money-madness, do they not seem to be the cries and grimaces and wild gestures of starring gods locked out of the banquet hall of truth, beating with bruised hands against the door? | Whoever, therefore, plants one pure pleasure in the garden .of men, and teaches us how to eat thereof and nos sicken, has helped to stay the open wound of human sin. We are beginning, these last days, to pefeeire that the way to make the world as good as possible is to make it as happy as possible, and not as miserable as possible. Economists are commencing to va* derstand that What makes slums Is dark, wretched lives; what makes drunkenness and the social evil is emptineas. —— Old agd True Gospel. * ‘ Our new gospel is unconsciously tbs old one and the true one. We are trying to make the people’s joy full, to save the people from vice and death. So In Jesus’ name we may not be building lofty cathedrals, as they did. in another age, but we are laying out parks, setting apart playgrounds for children, rearing a mighty publlo school system to shatter ignorance, promoting science to woo the troth, building hospitals for the sick, and; asylums for the insane and blind, and deaf and dumb, and feeble minded*” | transforming prison hells ipto sene reformatories. Ol We are extending art and learning and music and the drama asd all civilized pleasures more and more toward the common man, establishing libraries and malting the beet literature cheap and popular—all In the name of the Son of Man, to shunt the vast river !; of human joy that for centuries ran only into the pools of the elect, into the broqd lowlands of the people. hM To this end all philanthropists, labor onions, socialist movements, democracies, scientists and schools work along different roads. Law, repression, punishment, didao* tie warnings, and prohibitions, th**m do not cure crime; they do but “heel the hurt of the daughter of my people slightly, crying, Peace, peace, when there js no peace.” Whoever will cure us, let him “come that our joy may be falL”
Good Time to Begin
Buried deep—often far out ot sight —ln the hearts ot those who may have been passed by as unworthy ia a longing for the joy of surrendered soul and the peace of God’s abiding presence. Have yon led any such by the hand through dark avenues of doubt and b£my toy of Christward fogs thus derived in the service of o*»