Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 141, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 June 1912 — Page 2

The Daily Republican Brery Dwy Kx<wpt Sunday HEALEY & CLARK, Publishers. RENSSELAER. INDIANA.

The HYING MERCURY

By Eleanor M. Ingram

Author of “The Game and the Candle" Illustration! Bjr RJIY WALTERS

fOopyUfiit, m, ky SobMIaRIU 000 ■ S —— SYNOPSIS. The story opens on Long Island near New York city, where Miss Emily Ffrench, a relative of Ethan Ffrench, manufacturer of the celebrated "Mercury" automobile, loses her way. The car has stopped and her cousin, Dick Ffrench, is too muddled with drink to direct It aright. They meet another car which is run by a professional racer named Lastrange. The latter fixes up the Ffrench car and directs Miss Ffrench how to proceed homeward. Ethan Ffrench has disinherited his son, who has disappeared. He informs Emily plainly that he would like to have her marry Dick, who is a good-natured but irresponsible fellow. It appears that a partner of Ethan Ffrench wanting- an ex* pert to race with the "Mercury at auto events, has engaged Lestrange, and at the Ffrench factory Emily encounters the young man. CHAPTER 111,—(Continued). None of the group in the next room had noticed the movement of the shade, absorbed in one another; any sound being muffled by the throb of adjacent machinery. Bailey obeyed the request, and leaned back In his chair. ■ - ' “That’s Darling Lestrange,” he stated with satisfaction, “That’s his own design for an oiling system he’s busy with, and it’s a beauty. He’s entered f <Tr every big race coming this season, starting next week in Georgia, and meantime he oversees every department in every building as it never was done before. The man for me, he is.” Emily made an unenthusiastic sign of agreement. “I meant a very different man from Mr. Lestrange,” she replied, her dignity altogether Ffrench. ‘1 have no doubt that he is all you say, but I was thinking of another class. I meant —well, I meant a gentleman." “Oh, you meant a gentleman," replied Bailey, surveying her oddly. “I didn’t know, you see. No; I don’t know any one like that.’’ “Thank you. Then I will go. I—it does not matter." . She did not go, however, but remained leaning on the arm of her chair in troubled reverie, her long lashes lowered. Bailey sat as quietly, watching her and waiting. The murmur of voices came dully through the closed door, one, lighter and clearer in tone, most frequently rising above the roar pervading the whole building. It was not possible that Emily’s glimpse of Lestrange across the glass should identify him absolutely with the man she had seen once in the flickering lights and shadows on the Long Island road; but he was not of a type easily forgotten, and she had been awakened to a doubting recognition. Now, many little circumstances recurred to her; a strangeness in Dick’s manner when the new manager was alluded to, the fact that her-rescuer on that October night had been driving a racing car and had worn a racing costume; and lastly, when Bailey spoke of “Darlirte” Lestrange there had flashed across her mind the mechanician’s ridiculous answer to the request to aid her chauffeur in changing a tire: “I’ll do it for you, Darling.” And listening *to that dominant voice in the next room, she slowly grew crimson before a vision of herself in the middle of a country road, appealing to a stranger for succor, like the heroine of a melodramatic fiction. Decidedly she would never see Lestrange, never let him discover Miss Ffrench. "I will go,” she reiterated, rising impetuously. The glass-set door opened with unwarning abruptness. “I’ll see Mr. Bailey,” declared some one. “He’ll know." Helpless, Emily stood still, and straightway found herself looking di; rectly into Lestrange’s gray eyes as be halted on the threshold. It was Bailey who upheld the moment, all unconsciously. "Come in," he invited heartily. “Miss Ffrench, this is our manager, Mr. Lestrange; the man who’s going to double our sales this year." Emily moved, then straightened herself proudly, lifting her small head. Lestrange had recognized her, she felt; the call was to .courage, not flight. •' r “I think I have already met Mr. Lestrange,” she said composedly. “I am pleased to meet him again." “Met him!” cried Bailey. “Met him? Why-" Neither heeded him. A gleaming surprise and warmth lit Lestrange’s always brilliant face. "Thank you,” he answered her. “You are more than good to recall me. Miss Ffrench. I owe an apology for breaking in this way, but I fancied Mr. Bailey alone—and he spoils me.” "It Is nothing; I was about to go.” She turned to give Bailey her hand, ■piling involuntarily in her relief.

With a glance, an inflection, Lestrange had stripped their former meeting of its embarrassment and unconventionality, how, she neither analyzed nor cared. “Good morning,” said Bailey. "Shall I take you through, or —” But Lestrange was already holding open the door, with a bright unconcern asto bls workmanlike costume which impressed Emily pleasantly. She wondered if Dick would have home the situation as well, in the impossible event of his being found at work. - ■ ’■ ■ ’ ■ . ' The two walked together down an aisle of the huge, machinery-crowded room, the grimy men lifting their heads to gaze after Emily as she passed. Once Lestrange paused to speak to a man who sat, notebook and pencil in hand, beside another who manipulated under a grinding wheel a delicate aluminum casting. “Pardon," he apologized to Emily, who had lingered also. “Mathews would have let that go wrong in another moment. He,” his smile glanced out, “he is not a Rupert at changing his tires, so to speak, but just a good chauffeur.” —The gay and natural allusion delighted her. For the first time in her life Emily Ffrench laughed out In a genuine, mischievous sense of adventure. “Yes? I wonder you could separate yourself from that Rupert to come here; he was a most bewildering person,” she retorted. “Separate from Rupert?, Why, I would not think of racing a taxicab, as he would say, without Rupert beside me. He is here taking a postgraduate course in this type of car, in order to be up to his work when we go down to Georgia next week.” “Next week? You expect to win that race?” “No. We are running a stock car against some heavy foreign racing machines; the chance of winning is slight. But I hope to outrun any other American car on the course, if nothing goes wrong.” She looked up. “And if something does?” she wondered. He shrugged his shoulders. “Pray be careful of those moving belts behind you, Miss Ffrench. If something does —there is a chance in every game worth playing.” “A chance!” her feminine nerves recoiled from the Implied consequences. “But only a chance, surely. You were never In an accident, never were hurt?” Lestrange regarded her in surprise mingled with a dawning raillery infinitely Indulgent. “I had no accidents last season,” he guardedly responded. “I’ve been quite lucky. At least Rupert and I play our game unhampered; there will be no broken hearts If we are picked up from under our car some day.” They had reached the door while he spoke; as he put his hand on the

“I See Him Now and Then.”

knob to open it, Emily saw a long zigzag scar running up the extended arm from wrist to elbow, a mute commentary on the conversation. In silence she passed out across the courtyard to where her red-wheeled cart waited. But when Lestrange had put her in and given her the reins, she held out her hand to him with more gravity. “I shall wish you good luck \for next week,” she said. Lestrange threw back his head, drawing a quick breath; here in the strong sunlight he showed even younger than she had thought him, young with a primitive intensity of just being alive.. “Thank you. I would like—if it were possible—to win this race.” “This one, especially?” “Yes, because it is the next step toward a purpose I have set myself, and which I shall accomplish if I live. Not that I will halt if this step fails, no, nor for a score of such failures, but I am anxious to go on and finish.” Up to Emily’s face rushed the answering color and fire to his; drawn by the bond of mutual earnestness, she leaned nearer. "You live to do something? So do I,\o do I! And every one else plays.” However Lestrange would have replied, he was checked by the crash of the courtyard gate. Abruptly recalled to herself, Emily turned, to see Dick Ffrench eonaing toward thdm. Remembering how the three had last met, the situation suggested strain. But to Emily’s astonishment the young men exchanged friendly nods, although Dick flushed pink. "Good morning, Lestrange,” he greeted. “I’ve just come up from the city, Emily, and there wasn’t any carriage at the station, so when one of the me you were .here I came over lo get a ride." *Tve been to see Mr. Bailey,” she responded. “Get in.”

• As Dick climbed in beside her, she bent her head to Lestrange; if she had regretted her impulsive confidence, again the clear sanity and calm of the gray eyes she encountered established self-content. When they were trotting down the road toward home, in the crisp air, Emily glanced at her cousin. “I did not know you and Mr. Lestrange were so well acquainted,” she remarked. "I see him now and then,"Dick answered uneasily. “He’s too busy to want me bothering arotmd him much. You —remembered him?” "Yes.” He absently took the whip trom Its socket, flecking the horse with it as he spoke. 2 "It was awfully square of you, Emily, not to mention that night to Uncle Ethan. It wasn’t like a girl, at all. I made an idiot of myself, and you’ve never said anything to me about it since. I never told you where Lestrange took me, because I didn’t like to talk of the thing. I’m really awfully fond of you, cousin.” “Yes, Dickie,” she said patiently. “Well, Lestrange rubbed it in. Oh, he didn’t say much. But he carried me down to where they were practicing for a road race. Such a jolly lot of fellows, like a bunch of kids; teasing and calling jokes back and forth at one another haff' the night until daybreak, everything raw’ and chilly. Busy, and their mechanics busy, and one after another swinging into his car and going off like a rocket. By the time Lestrange went off, I. was 'as much stirred up as anybody. When he made a record circuit at seventyseven miles an hour average, I was shouting over the rail like a good one. And then, while he was off again, a big blue car rolled In and its driver yelled that Lestrange had gone ove on the Eastbury turn, and to send around the ambulance. ILwaa-like a nightmare; I sat down on a stone and felt sick.” "He—” “He shook me up half an hour later, and stood laughing at me. ’Upset?’ he said. ‘No; we shed a tire and went off into a fieTd; buOtdidn’t hurt the machine, so we righted her and came in.’ He was limping and bruised and scratched, but he was laughing, while a crowd of people were trying to shake hands with him and say things. I felt —funny; as if I wasn’t much good. I never felt like that before. ‘This is only practice,’ he said, when I was about to go. ‘The race tomorrow will do better. We find It more exciting than cocktails.’ That was all, but I knew what he meant, all right. l I've been careful ever since. He won the race next day, too.” “Dick, didn’t It ever occur to you that you as well as Mr. Lestrange might do real things?” she asked, after a moment. He turned his round, good-humored face to her in boundless amazement. “I? I race cars and break my neck and call it fun, like Lestrange? You’re laughing at me, Emily." “No, no,” in spite of herself the picture evoked brought her smile. “Not like that. But you might be Inter-ested-In the factory. You might learn from Mr. Bailey and take charge of the business with Uncle Ethan. It would please uncle, how it would please him, if you did!” Dick stirred unhappily. “It would take a lot of grind,” he objected. “I haven*t the head for it, really. I’m not such an awfully bad lot, but I hate work. Let’s not be serious, cousin. How pretty the frosty wind makes you look!” Emily tightened the reins with a brief sigh of resignation. “Never mind, Dickie. I —uncle will find a substitute. Things must go on somehow, I suppose, even if we do not like the way.” ' But the way loomed distasteful that morning as never before. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

PUT END TO FROG-FARMING

Audubon's Scheme Might Have Been Good but for One Small, Unforeseen Incident. There is an amusing story told in connection with the first veiiture in frog-farming ever made in the United States. Early in the last century Audubon, the great ornithologist, went down the Ohio river from Pennsylvania in a little' steamer of his own, stopping at various points to obtain specimens of little-known birds. While at Hendersonville, Kentucky, which he made his home for some time, he built a mill and proposed to raise frogs on a large scale, preparing for that purpose a pond near the river. The frogs multiplied wonderfully, and on warm summer evenings it was the practice of Audubon to sit under a tree near the pond, listening to the concert given by his stock, and calculating the amount of money he should derive from the sale of the grown frags. But one night, when, the frogs were nearly grown, they heard the booming of bullfrogs In the Ohio. Their curiosity was aroused, and hopping oat of the pond, they made their way to the river, into which they plunged and disappeared!

Judicial Advice.

“I hope you won’t be hard on me, judge,” be said. "You see, I was under the Influence of liquor when 1 done it’ "Yon seem to have been under the influence of something equally bad when you studied grammar. Daring the spare moments that you are going to have, permit yourself to indulge in judicious study of the construction ot simple sentences. Here is one to begin with—sixty days.”

ONE OF THE PALACES OF THE KING OF DENMARK

WHILE the usual residence of the royal family of Denmark is the Amallenborg palace, the king has several other palaces in Copenhagen. The most picturesque of these is the Rosenborg palace, here pictured. It was built at 'the beginning of the seventeenth century, in Renaissance style, and now contains a remarkable collection of jewels, weapons tfnd regalia.

SEA MADE FORTUNE

Yet Head of Astor Family Stood in Terror of Ocean. '» During Storm, After John Jacob Became Multi-Millionaire, Offered Captain of Vessel SIO,OOO to Be Put Ashore. New York. —It is recalled that John Jacob Astor, the great-grandfather of Col. John Jacob Astor, who went down with the Titanic, twice escaped shipwreck and that the fortunes of the great house were, really laid on board, the vessel In which the German lad sailed to America. In September, 1783, Astor, who was destined to become the richest man In the new world, was working In London for his brother George, the proprietor of a flute factory. He had tolled in the factory for two years and at the end of that time was the possessor of 15 guineas and two suits of clothes. When the news came that Benjamin Franklin and his associates in Paris had at last signed the treaty which completed the independence of the United States young Astor determined to seek his fortunes in the new land.

SHE IS 100; NEVER DANCED

Woman of Wenham, Mass., Does Not Want to Vote, and Even Scorns the Automobile. Wenham, Mass. —Mrs. Mary F. Hodgdon, of this town, observed her one hundredth birthday at the home of Mrs. Elizabeth Moulton, at West Wenham. She Is in possession of all her faculties to a remarkable degree and talked with many visitors. "Votes for women” find little favor with her. “I think that the women have enough about their homes to look; after without bothering about voting,” Mrs. Hodgdon said. In all her long life Mrs, Hodgdon never attended a dance. She’ classes dances as frivolous, and she believes that young people can put their spare time to better advantage. She has never ridden in an automobile, although her son owns one. “The old way Is the best, and I would rather ride behind the old horse I had than all the automobiles there are,” she said. t

Women for Wireless.

Seattle.—Women will supplant men as wireless operators on the steamships in the North Pacific if the plans of R. H. Armstrong, manager of a wireless telegraph company that has contracts with many lines, are followed. Mr. Armstrong, who says men are not always, satisfactory, engaged Miss Mabel Kelso and Miss T. Through for bis first women operators, and turned them over to C. B. Cooper, chief operator, for instruction. The young women will be taught to repair the apparatus when it la disabled. '

That early sailing tpok two months in fair weather, and the vessel in which Astor was a passenger encountered very rough winds, so that it was the middle of January before she reached Chesapeake bay. There, as far as the eye could see, was nothing but ice. Within a day’s sail of Baltimore the vessel became locked in the ice. Some of the passengers were able to walk out on the ice and reach the shore, but young Astor declared that as the owner of the ship had contracted to land him \n Baltimore and lodge him In the interval, he would remain on board. —„„„ One of his companions was an elderly German who was returning to America after a visit to his native land. He and his young countryman became quite friendly, and it was from this chance acquaintance that Astor learned about the money to be made in the fur business. The elder man had been a penniless immigrant himself, but had made a fortune out of furs, and did not hesitate to give young Astor many pointers that later on were invaluable to him. His second notable adventure with the sea was half a century later. He had been in Austria and had spent three years with his daughter, who

This Elephant Kills Mice

Big One in New York Menagerie Was Kind Until Rodents Began to • Steal Bread. New York. —Animals and birds tn search of charity need not apply to Hattie, an elephant in the menagerie in Central Park, for aid. Hattie brought her career as a philanthropist to an end when she killed the three mice she discovered stealing a portion of the bread that she had intended to give them. Hattie became known as a creature of fads almost from the day she arrived tn the menagerie. At one time she Showed fondness for playing on the harmonica and dancing. With the assistance of William Snyder, head keeper, she mastered these accomplishments. She took- pride in the admiration which her exhibition aroused, but about a year ago her life as a performer palled on her. = Her friends among the visitors to the menagerie are inclined to believe that she wanted to imitate women of fashion when she began to dispense charity to mice by giving bread crumbs and delicacies which she did not .care to eat. She did not confine her generosity to the mice, however, and one of Mr. Snyder’s dogs found it Jo advantage to visit Hattie’s stall when hungry. She even permitted the robins to enter her quarters and feast. More than a dozen mice have made it a practice to scurry into her stall immediately After her feeding time and pick np the crumbs. Hattie semed pleased by these visits and permitted the rodents to come and go when they liked. Three of the mice

had married Count Rumph, and was on his way home in consequence of the panic that had been caused by President Jackson’s attack upon the Bank of the United States. At this time Astor was worth $40,000,000 and was the richest man in the United States. He reached the boat shortly before she left Havre and Induced the captain to give up his stateroom for his use. No sooner had the vessel cleared the port, however, than Astor, who. had been so eager to embark, wanted to be set ashore. It was arranged that he would be sent back the next day, but the wind changed and the vessel got out into the Atlantic. In a couple of days she was driven back near the coast of Ireland and the terrified millionaire offered SIO,OOO if the captain would put back with him. The captain refused, because of the dangers of the Irish coast. This was the last time John Jacob Astor went to sea, though he lived 14 years after.

5,000 Indians Win.

Washington, D. C.—The right of 5,000 Cherokee babies born after Sept. 1, 1902, and living on March 2, 1906, to participate on an equal footing with other Cherokees in the governmental distribution of several million! dollars of the Cherokee funds in the treasury was upheld by the Supreme court of the United States.

the other day began nibbling at a loaf of bread in her stall and had feasted for several minutes before Hattie noticed them. Then the elephant house resounded with her cries of rage. The mice tried to escape, but Hattie was too quick for .them. While the rodents were squealing for mercy she lifted -a foot and stamped out their lives. Four other mice were in the stall and ran away when they saw Hattie kill their companions.—New York Herald.

SAVES MAN FROM HANGING

Stepson Discovers Would-Be Suicide on Rafter In Birn and Doctor Is Near. Middletown, Del.—-Samuel Merritt attempted suicide by hanging from a rafter in the barn of bls stepson, M. Currett, near Fieldsboro, but Currett discovered him, summoned a doctor who was passing In an automobile, and, after several hours of hard work, Merritt was restored to consciousness. Merritt is about 65 years old and recently was discharged from the State Hospital at Famhuret, where it was believed he had been cured of his suicide mania.

New Minister For Turks.

Constantinople.—The German government has asked the porte to accept Baron von Wangenheim, now minister at Athens, as ambassador at Constantinople to succeed Baron Marschaft von Bleberstein, recently trartferred to London. . .