Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 139, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 June 1912 — Page 2

The Daily Republican KvStylMy gxcept ifenday HEALEY A CLARK, Publishers. RENSSELAER. INDIANA.

The FLYING MERCURY

By Eleanor M. Ingram

Author of “The Game and the Candle ” Illustrations By' RJIY WALTERS

(Copyright. UlO, by BobbaMerrill Co.) 1 CH*XPTER I. I The roaring reports of the motor fell into abrupt silence, as the driver brought his car to a halt. “You signaled?” he called across the grind of set brakes. In the blending glare of the searchlights from the two machines, the gray one arriving and thei limousine drawn to the roadside, the young girl stood, her hand still extended in the gesture which had stopped the man who now leaned across his wheel. "Oh, please,” she appealed again. On either side stretched away the Long Island meadows, dark, soundless, apparently uninhabited. Only this spot of light broke the monotony of dreariness. A keen, chill, October wind sighed past, stirring the girl’s delicate gown as its folds lay unheeded in the dust, fluttering her furlined cloak and shaking two or three childish curls from the bondage of her velvet hood. The driver swung himself down and came toward her with the unhasting swiftness of one trained to the unexpected. x "I beg pardon—can I be of some nse?” he asked. “We are lost,” she confessed hurriedly. “If you could set us right, 1 should be grateful. I —we must get home soon. I have been a guest at a house somewhere here, and started to return to New York this afternoon. The chauffeur does not know Long Island; we cannot seem to find any place. And now we have lost a tire. I was afraid—” She broke off abruptly, as her companion descended from the limousine. “We only want to know the way; we’re all right,” he explained. “This is my cousin; I came out after her, you see. Don’t get so worried, Em-fly-—we’ll go straight on as soon as Anderson changes the tire.” He huddled his words slightly and spoke too rapidly, the round, goodhumored face he turned to the white light was too flushed; otherwise there was unusual in his appearance. And his caste was evident and unquestionable in spite of any circumstance. There was no anger in girl’s dark eyes as she gazed straight before her, only pity and helpless distress. "I can tell your chauffeur the road,” the driver of the gray car quietly said. "Have you far to go?” “To the St. Royal,” she answered, looking at him. “My uncle is there. Is that far?" “No; you can reach there by ten o’clock. I will speak to your chauffeur." “Do, like a good fellow,” the other man interposed. “Awfully obliged. You’re not angry, Emily,” he added, lowering his voice, and moving near er her. “Since we’re engaged, why should you get frightened simply because I proposed we get married tonight instead of waiting for a big wedding? I' thought it was' a good idea, you know. It isn’t my fault Anderson got tost instead of getting us home for dinner, is it?” “Hush, Dick,” she rebuked, hot color sweeping her face. “You, you are not well. And we are not engaged; yoif forget. Just because people want us to be—” Too proud to let her steadiness quiver, she broke the sen- . tence. —— ’— —— If the driver had heard, and it was , scarcely possible that he had not, he made no sign. By the acetylene light he produced an envelope and pencil, and proceeded to sketch a map showing the route to the limousine’s chauffeur. ■ . ■ ... “Understand it?” he queried, concluding. He had a certain decision of manner, not in the least arrogant, but the result of a serene self-surety ; that somehow accorded with his lithe, trained grace of movement A judge of men would have read him an athlete, perhaps in an unusual line. s - “Yes, sir," the chauffeur replied. "I’ll get Miss Ffrench home in no time after I get the tire on.” . The indiscretion of the spoken name was ignored, except for a slight lift of the hearer's eyebrows. "How long does it take you to change a tire?" “About half an hour; it’s night of course.” 7 - ■ \ - =’ _ Ail odd, choking gurgle sounded from the gray machine, where a dark figure had sat until now in quiescent mutecalf an hour.'" echoed the gray machine’s driver, and faced toward the chuckle. "Rupert, fl isn’t in your contract but do you want to come over and change this tire?” "I'll do it for you, Darling,” wee the ewaat resnonse- the small fiaure foiled over ihe edge of the car srtth •

cat-like celerity. "Where are your tools, you chauffeur? Quick!" The bewildered chauffeur mechanically reached for a box on the run-ning-board, as the young assistant came up, grinning all over his malign dark face. “Oh, quicker! What’s the matter, rheumatism? They wouldn’t have you in a training camp for motor trucks on Sunday. Hustle, please.” There never had been anything done to that sedate limousine quite as this was done. Even the preoccupied girl looked on in fascination at a rapidity of unwasted movement suggesting a conjuring feat. “By George!" exclaimed her escort “A splendid man you’ve got there! Really, a splendid chauffeur, you know.” The driver smiled with a gleam of irony, but disregarded the comment. "Would you like to get into your car?" he asked the girl. “You will be able to start very sooii.” , “I see that,” she ‘ acknowledged gratefully. “Thank you; I would rather wait here.” / "Is your chauffeur trustworthy?” "Oh, yes; he has been in my uncle’s employ for three -years. But he was never before out here, in this place.” There was a pause, filled by the soft monotone of insults drifting from the side of the limousine, for Rupert talked while he worked and his fel-low-worker did not please him. “Wrench, baby hippo! Oh, look behind you where you put it —you need a memcry course. You ought to be passing spools to a lady with a sewing machine. Did you ever see a motor car before? There, pump her up. do.” He rose, drew out his watch and glanced at it. “Five minutes; I’ll have to beat that day after tomorrow.” The driver looked over at him and their eyes laughed together. Now, for the first time the girl noticed that across the shoulders of both men’s jerseys ran in silver letters the name of a famous foreign automobile. “I am very grateful, indeed,” she said bravely and graciously. “I wish I could say more,or sayit better. The journey will be short, now.” But all her dignity could not check the frightened shrinking of her glance, first toward the interior of the limousine and then toward the man who was to enter there with her. And the driver of the gray machine saw it. “We have done very little,” he returned. “May I put you in your car?” The chauffeur was gathering his tools, speechlessly outraged, and making ready to start. Seated among the rugs and cushions, under the light of the luxurious car. the girl deliberately drew off her glove and held out lier small uncovered hand to the driver of

"The Journey Will Be Short Now.”

the gray machine. “Thank you," she said again, meeting his eyes with her own, whose darkness contrasted oddly with the blonde curls clustered under her hood. “You are not afraid to drive into the city alone?” he asked. "Alofie! Why, my cousin—” "Your cousin is going to stay with me.” She fiung back her head; amazement, question, relief struggled over her sensitive'face, and finally melted into irrepressible mirth under the fine amusement of his regard. "You are clever —and kind, to do that! No, lam not afraid.” He closed the door. “Take your mistress home,” he hade the chauffeur. "Crank for him, Rupert." “Why, why—” stammered the limousine’s other passenger, turning as the motor started. No one heeded him. “By-by, don’t break any records,” Rupert called after the chauffeur. “Hold yourself in, do. If you shed any more tires, telegraph for me, and if I’m within a day’s run I’ll come put them on for you and save you time." Silence closed in again, as the red tail light vanished around a bend. The gray car’s driver nodded curtly to the stupefied youth in the middle of the road. “Unless you want to stay here all night, you’d better get in the machlne,” he suggested. “My name’s Lestrange—l suppose yours is Ffrench?” "Dick Ffrench. But, see here, you mean well, but I’m going with my cousin. I’d like a drive with you, bat \Tm busy.” “You’re not fit to go with your courfin." "Not—" "Fit,” completed Lestrange definitely. "Can you hang on somewhere, Rupert?” "I can," Rupert assured, with an inflection of his own. "Get year friend aboard.” Lestrange was already in his seat, waiting. “What’s that for?" asked the dazed guest, as, on taking Ms place, a strap was slipped around Ms waist, securing Mm to the seat

"So you wont fall out,* soothed the grinning Rupert "You ain’t well; you know. Not that I’d case if you did, but somebody might blame Darting." The car leaped forward, gathering speed to an extent that was a revelation in motoring to Ffrench. The keen air, the giddy rush through the dark, were a sobering tonic. After a while he spoke to the man beside him, nervously embarrassed by a situation he was beginning to appreciate. “This is a racing car?" • 4 “It was.” “Isn’t it now?*’ "If I were going to race it day after to-morrow, I wouldn’t be risking It over a country road to-night A racing machine is petted like a race horse until it is wanted.” "And then?” "It takes its chances. If you are connected with the Ffrenches who manufacture the Mercury car, you should kuOw something, of automobile racing yourself. I noticed your limousine was of that make." “Yes, that is my uncle’s company. I did see a race once at Coney Island. A car turned over and killed its driver and made a#nasty muss. I—l didn’t fancy It.” A wheel slipped off a stone, giving the car a swerving lurch which was as instantly corrected—with a second lurch—by its pilot. The effect was not tranquil!zing; the shock swept the 4ast confusion from Ffrench’s brain. “Where are you taking me?” he presently asked. “Where do you want to go? I will set you down at the next village we come to; you can stay there to-night or you can get a trolley to the city.” The question remained unanswered. Several times Ffrench glanced, rather diffidently, at his companion’s clear, firm profile, and looked away again without speaking. “I went out to get my cousin to-day, and my host gave me a couple of highballs,” he volunteered, at last. “I don’t know what you thought—” Lestrange twisted his car around a belated farm wagon. “How -old are you?” -he inquired calmly. “Twenty-three.” "I’m nearly twenty-seven. That’s what I thought.” The simpler mind considered this for a space. "Some men are born awake, some awake themselves, and some are shaken into awakening,” paraphrased Lestrange, in addition. “If I were you, I’d wake up; it comes easier and it’s sure to arrive anyhow. There Is the village ahead —shall I stop?" “It looks terribly dull,” was the doleful verdict. “Then come with me,” flashed the other unexpectedly; for a fractional instant his eyes left the road and turned to his companion’s face. “Did you ever see race practice at dawn? Come try a night in a training camp.” >“You’d bother with me?” “Yes." A head bobbed up by Ffrench’s knee, where Rupert was clinging in some inexplicable fashion. "Once I rode eight miles out there by the hood, head downward, holding in a pin,” he imparted, by way of entertainment. / Ffrench stared at the reeling perch indicated, and gasped. “What for?” he asked. “So we Could keep on to our con-' trol instead of being put out of the running, of course. Did you guess I was curing a headache?” “But you might have been killed!" exclaimed Ffrench. Even by the semi-light of the lamps there was visible the mechanician’s droll twist of lip and brow. “I’d drive to hell with Lestrange,” he explained sweetly, and settled back in his place. ■ ■. Ffrench drew a long breath. After a moment” he again looked at the firiver. “I’ll come,” he accepted. “And, thank you.” It was Lestrange who smiled this time, with a sudden and ; enchanting Warmth of mirth. "We’ll try to amuse you,” he promised. v . (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Fairness Wins.

That it pays to be fair with em ployes was illustrated recently in th® New York financial district. A young man who had worked for a large house tor three years was forced to remaln at home twb days because of illness. He had never been absent from his desk a day during the entire time, not even for a summer vacation Nevertheless, when he received his salary envelope the amount of two days’ pay had been. deducted. The boy was indignant and resigned on the spot The following day be closed a deal involving (100,000 which would have meant a clear profit of (20,000 to the firm he had just left The young man turned the business over to a rival house and was given a position. His contract calls for double the salary he had received at the old house and stipulates that he is to reCWTvvHtr tflvu tLt • vcbVaaLlVU ca Cu te ULU • mer with full pay.

“A Perfect Saw."

“To say nothing and saw wood** seems to be one of the most sagacious phrases passed down by our hard working forebears. Like most sayings which have emanated from manual labor, this is blunt, homely, and, to the loquaciously inclined, painfully accurate. Show me a man bent jackknife fashion over a sawhorse, with a short log under his buck, and I will point out a man who is ihinding his own business with admirable real. II he speaks, he ceases to saw. While he saws he is necessarily mute. Hence this shrewd phrase, which is. punning aside, a perfect saw.—Atlantic Month *. - ■

REGAINS HIS SENSES

Man Lost Memory by Accident; Stroke Restores it. Pittsburgher, Conscious of Identity Gone Seven Years, Recovers It Through Attack of ParalysisRemembers Old Friends. Pittsburg, Pa.—Changed by an accident so greatly that be could not recognize family or friends or recall events of the 50 years of his life, Samuel Edleman has now, after seven years of the new mental existence, been switched back to the first by a paralytic stroke, and the seven year period is as greatly a blank as had been his first 50 years. He has resumed at fifty-seven the trend of events as be knew them at fifty, and keeps his family busy telling him what manner of man he was during the intervening years. Edleman was a blacksmith’s helper, when a piece of steel flew from under a hammer and penetrated his brain, destroying his memory. As many fever patients are obliged to learn to walk anew after leaving hospitals, l Edleman was compelled to learn to use his brain a second time. Edleman after the accident did not recognize his wife, his half grown children or his friends. He knew nothing of the blacksmith trade and nothing of the city in which he was born. But his mind was easily trained*® second- time,- and his physical efficiency aided. He was set up in a shoe repairing business, earned fair sums, became a motorman, and during the last census was one of the enumerators. He made new friends, among them those Who had known him before his injury, but he could not place their Identities except as jjart of his new existence. It was ablor him. io realize that the woman and children who served him, so devotedly were his wife and children. Then came a • slight stroke of paralysis. He was in bed only a few days. It was warm weather. Edleman, who had been hurt seven years before in the winter time, sat up suddenly and demanded to know what had caused the change from such extreme cold to the beautiful spring day._ “And, Mary, how fat you are,” he exclaimed. Mrs. Edleman had grown very stout during the seven years. Then Edleman’s oldest daughter came In. She was a young woman and he did not recognize her at first. Soon friends of his blacksmith, days came in, summoned by Mrs. Edleman, and he recognized them instantly, but

SEEKS GRAVE DEED

Death Near to Aged New Yorker He Requests Lot. • Tells Court Son Was Victim of Maine Disaster and Gave Document to Fiancee—Now He Wants It Back. New York, —John Kelly, bent over a cane by the snows of eighty-sixe winters, pleaded in the Gates Avenue Police court, Brooklyn, for a summons that he might force his son’s sweetheart toZgive him the deed to his grave, sojthat when death arrives he will not be burled in the potters field. He lives near Tlllary and Johnson streets. Numbers- he cannot remember. He had eleven sons, he said, ten of whom “went to the bad." In 1869 he purchased a deed to a grave in Holy Cross cemetery, and many years after gave it to John, Jr.,

EGG’S SKIN AS LEG PATCH

Hole in Broken Bone Filled With Albuminous Tissue by Physicians May Heal. New York. —The skin of an egg has been used by the surgeons in the Babylon (L. I.) hospital to fill up a hole left in the broken leg of a man. By the use of the egg it Is believed that the injured limb will heal and, after a short time, be as serviceable as ever. A few days ago Babylon residents were surprised by an advertisement appearing in a local paper, stating that the Babylon hospital was in need of an egg ready for hatching. Inquiry as to the use to which the egg was to be put revealed a curious operation in reconstructive surgery performed upon Patrick Padlan, a patient in the hospital. A telephone' pole fell on Padlan’s leg, fracturing it- Tn hyllns. a small hole was left in the bone. The skin of the egg was placed in the hole, and the development of the cells formed new bone tissue, which has completely filled the opening.

Falling Window Hangs Boy.

Chariottestown, P. E. I. Harry Arbing, an 11-year-old boy, was killed here by a strange accident He went to his school to light the fine, and, not having a key, stood aboard against the side of the building and climbed to the window. The board ■lipped and the window came down on his neck, leaving him suspended there. A neighbor noticed the bog hanging from the window and hastened to bia rescue, but found he waa dead.

QUEEN ALEXANDRINA OF DENMARK

WITH the accession of King Christian X. to the throne of Denmark Alexandrlna becomes the new queen of that country. She was a princess of Mecklenburg-Schwerin and has been very popular with the Danes ever since her marriage to the crown prlncq in 1898.

when a man with whom he had worked for two years for the street railroad entered Edleman— did not know him. Edleman inquired tor his brother, and although he had attended the brother’s funeral three years ago he refused to believe that brother was dead. Finally he began to wonder how he had conducted himself dur-

tfce eleventh and only good son, to keep for him. They lived together until 1897, he said, when the SpanishAmerican war broke out and his son joined the navy. He was assigned to the battleship Maine and was on board when that vessel was blown up. John never came back. His name was among the missing. Perhaps his bones were among those brought home for burial recently. Before John left home he gave the deed and other family papers to his sweetheart, Miss Lizzie McShean, who, he old man said, lives at Franklin and Myrtle avenues. Feeling that he is getting too old to sthnd many winters such as the one he has just gone through, Kelly said he went to the girl and asked her to give him the deed. “She told me that if I did not keep away from bothering her about deeds and such , things she . would throw

Ship’s Cat'Refuses to Sail

Reuben, a Monster Yellow Tom, Deserts Vestel and Crew Is Superstitious. Bangor.—Something new in sea superstition is just now engaging the attention of the Grand Banks fishermen who sail from Bucksport and Bangor. The facts are plain as day, but whether they mean good luck or bad no one has as yet been able to' decide. ' 1 . The sum and substance of it all is that Reuben, the monster whlte-and-yellow tomcat of the Bangor Grand Banker Lizzie Griffin has deserted—mutinied, in fact. He was born of a seafaring mother on board the schooner four years ago, and has sailed op her every season since, including herring trips to Newfoundland. spring, after a visit at the warehouse of the vessel's owners in Bangor, he manifested a strong aversion to the sea and declined to go to Bucksport to join the .vessel. Captain Anderson had ne idea of losing Ms pet and mascot, and so Reuben was put into a covered market basket and taken to Bucksport a prisoner. . " Once on board the vessel, however, he glared savagely about alow and aloft, and then made a flying leap to the pier. Again and jgain was Reuben brought back on board, fifteen times in all, but every time be managed to escape and get back to the pier. Finally they put Mm in a box and fastened the cover securely, as they thought Then the schooner’s stern lines were cast off and she swung out into the stream, but the

ing the seven years. His wife assured him he had been upright and honest, and had made more jnoney than ever before in his life. That phase of the second existence appealed to Edleman, and he conceived the idea of undergoing an operation in an endeavor to restore himself to that condition, but physicians convinced him of its Impossibility.

scalding water on me,” lamented the man to the clerk. He was given a summons and tottered out of court to regain his grave.

CHOPS OFF HER FINGERS

Step-Father Malms Giri Who Supports Him Because She Intended to Wed. New York. —Salvator Spino was content to let his step-daughter sit up nights over shirtwaists brought home from the sweatshop, so long as the money she earned with her nimble fingers went to him. Recently she brought a young man home with her, and told him they were going to wed. The girl’s fiance, wha had picked a home for Antoinette, told Spino thatfhe had better get a job, as In the future he would not live from a woman’s earnings. ’’You’ll never sew for a worthless husband,” cried the enraged man, and he struck her hand with a hatchet, chopping off all her fingers. He is held without ball for felonious assault

bow hawser was still out, and before it could be cast off Reuben managed in some mysterious way to get out of his prison box and in an Instant was over the bows, treading the hawser like a tight rope performer and reaching the pier safely. So they had to let him go, and now he is back in Bangor, at the Jones fish house, where he spends the nights in chasing wharf rats and gossiping with the dissipated Toms and Tabs of Broad street. ' Now, when rats desert a vessel, the crew all want to quit, for that is a feign of bad luck. To bring a black cat on board Is also bad luck. The question is, "What sort of luck follows desertion and mutiny by a white and yellow cat—a regular sailor cat that can go aloft as quickly ps any man?”

Fish Interests Sclentists.

Berkeley, Cal. —The garpfke, a predatory fish of the ’Mississippi valley, one of the most remarkable creatures known to science for various reasons, has been discovered to possess another element of the unusual In a strange gland in the head, which exists in no other organism of the animal kingdom and which has no known use. It is something like the vermiform appendix in human beings. Not so much in structure la this so, but in that ft is apparently a vestige of evolution. .. The garpiko is one of the few remnants of a plass of fish's which were abundant in prehistoric ague.