Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 151, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 June 1912 — Page 3

Time to Think

By Jeanne O. Loizeaux

. 1912. by Associated Literary Press.) The girl seemed splendidly oblivious to her fellow travelers all day. She had boarded the train at Denver With very little but super-elegant baggage, and alone. She had been 'Wxclted at first, but as the hours passed her gaze became quieter, more thoughtful. She leaned her cloud of gold-brown hair back against the seat and idly watched the porter light up as the dusk fell upon them. Down the aisle a few seats and facing her sat a youth with his hat tipped back on his head. He was playing cards with a Kansas farmer, a traveling man from Chicago, and an old German woman. A little old lady, perfect in feature and every detail of dress, still beautiful, was . amusedly watching them alt The youth caught the traveling man’s glance as for the thousandth time it rested on the girl. “Easy to look at, Isn’t she?” quoth the youth. "But she wouldn’t stand for any freshness —from you, say!” he observed. . The man laughed with uneasy Impudence. "If Kansas and I lick you and the lady in this round, I’ll show you! I’ll go over and make good with that girl—my tricky!” And then the little old lady slowly rose and made her way to the girl, whose eyes were feverishly bright She smiled, , as anything alive to fineness must smile, when the old lady took the seat beside her—not like a protector, but as one seeking company. “You are alone, my dear?” “Quite —quite alone!” Then they talked, impersonally, but with friendliness, as strange women of the same world approach each other, the older woman wistful at the freshness of youth, the girl wishing for the tranquility of age. *The landscape was quite dark when she spoke again. “I was—going to California,” she said. And then, brusquely, “Did you ever do anything you were—sorry for? I mean, any really big thing? Did you ever make a decision because —you were blind with Ignorance, and be sorry and —scared after you had time to think?” She hurled the questions at the,* old lady, who accepted them calmly. She had watched for this chance, feeling something was wrong. “Yes, my dear child. You are a stranger, so I don’t mind telling you. Once, because I felt uneasy, I got off at a station after I had been started by my father to a girls’ school. I reached my father just in time to save him from suicide from melan-

choly over my mother’s death, and . my_ JEas_takiM me also from him. I never left him again—not even when I married.” y “ForgivC me —but did you marry the right man?" The little old lady laughed inside, and turned the worn wedding ring on her finger. She had known the troubled look was because of a man! It nearly always is! She reached for the girl’s hand, which tightened about hers, and continued: “I went up the altar steps twice — once to realize at the last moment that it was to meet the wrong man. It was the terrible moment of my life, but I held on to my courage. I whispered to him that I could not go with him, and then I mercifully fainted. A year after, I married the right man. He lived only two years—but I had the two' years; all the rest, before and after, was only for that—and I have my son." "Then you would always—follow your—" “Always follow your heart. If you let yourself be quiet, there will in v any great event be a still voice that -will show you the right path to choose.” The old lady waited. The girl grew very pale. “But if you had promised your father—when be was dying—to—marry somebody, and you liked him. and respected him! And when It was almost time for you to marry him and you were all ready, and the whole world knew about it, supposing some' one else came, and you knew in one moment that he was the right one? And you felt instantly that he knew It, too? . And then - when you were taking the train west to the first man’s mother’s, where all your wedding things were sent on. what if the real one forgot himself at the station and —showed you his heart?" She was breathless* and white, but her voice was very low. • The old lady was silent - “What would you do?" insisted the young voice. ‘Can’t you help me? J wish there would be a wreck!" “That is very foolish. Better be quiet and tellme about it Ton know It is not right to marry where you do not love. NAhing can make it light to do wrong." • “My promise—?" “The dead cannot live for the dear ones they leave behind. Your father would not hold ypu to it nor require such a sacrifice." - - “But the man—he cares for me, be has built me a home." “Tell him the tnjth. If you are

sure about this, ask him to release you. If he loves you he will do sa If he doesn't love you, that also would end ft. There Is only one right way. .It would be wrong to keep this from him. Am I right?” The girl nodded. The baffled traveling man passed them on his way to the dining car. ■the old lady rose decisively. ’Tm famished,” she said. “And you have eaten nothing for hours. Go in with me, and be sensible, and we’ll decide what to da We have ap hour’s wait —I am bound for California, too. Should be there now, but have been on a hurried business trip to Denier for my son. Come, my dear.” The girl followed and ate what her new friend ordered. Finally they returned to their car. "You will think It strange that I am alone. I have lived with a cousin. She was to take me, but I started a week early. I could not trust myself in the place with the right man another day. I should telegraph—they will not expect me. I have never seen Rex’s mother”—they were in the dark vestibule and the girl did not see the older woman start at Che name. "People tell me I am sure to love her. I can’t bear to have her think ill of me.” - “She will—understand,” breathed the old lady. “She will think no ill — but are you sure, sure about the other man?”

. \*Tf I—could have one week —one day with him, I would die happy!” She was taking her seat again and her eyes shone. “I would follow him anywhere in the world, give up anything for him—oh—” i“My dear, listen. We will be In Salt Lake early in the morning. We can stop off, go to a hotel and you can decide what to do. I will help you. You must have your berth made up now, and go to sleep. It will come out right for everybody.” But suddenly the old lady’s face seemed to have aged. “Helen —will you kiss me?” The girl did so. Afterwards she remembered that she. had not told her name. And in her berth she wondered" dreamily whether Rex Wharton would forgive her. Then she forgot all about.him and fell into dreams of Sherman King.

At the dirty, prosaic station at Salt Lake, in the brightness of the May morning, a quick, strange scene occurred. The old lady and Helen Travers had just entered, when the girl gave a cry. A tall, blond young fellow, very pale, snatched her to him and kissed her without a word. While the* older woman was looking her astonishment, another man, also young but graver, with a dark, fine face, stopped short at the door and watched the group. His features were a larger model of the fine old lady’s face, the chin more square, the forehead higher. He came over and took her hand. “Rex!” she breathed. “Oh, Rex. my poor boy! It couldn’t be helped—she isn’t to blame!” For still, though standing apart from Elin, Helen saw only Sherman King, and he her, and he stood talking to her in a low, eager tone. Rex Wharton almost crushed his mother’s hand In his. “Mothe*! I thought I would meet you here, send you on —home, and then go to Denver so What does it—mean?” ‘Then, as If a voice called her, Helen turned and saw him. She walked straight up to him, truth and courage-in-her-eyes. - “Rex,” she said, "you must forgive me. But I can’t —I—r” "You love some one else? Don’t be afraid of me! I can bear what is coming to me!” She gave a tragic little gesture and the other man stepped 'to her side with a protective movement Wharton gave a bitter little laugh, and the girl breathed the men’s names to each other. Rex put out his hand and gave King a hearty grasp—he was a man. “I suppose,” he said slowly, “that I don’t deserve —happiness. At any rate, you seem to be the better man. Helen, I am still in a manner responsible for you. What do you wish to do Shall my mother—” The girl’s eyes filled with sudden tears. "Oh,” she said. "If my mother had lived! Will you—stay xT’wf' hours until we —” » “Can be married? I willmake ar rangements immediately,” King finished. He turned away and Ret went with him a few steps, then returned. "Take a taxi to the St James,” ho said, “and wait for us." "Oh!” said the girl. “I feel like a wicked —wicked—" The old lady gave a rueful little smile. “Sherman King avenges my treatment of his—father," she said quietly. "It comes back to —my son."

Nora's Luck.

in the employ of a Brooklyn hous* hold there is a servant named Nora. Although Nora Is frequently scolded for one thing or another, the family aver she always gets the best of the argument. Recently she was taken to task by the mistress touching the dusty condition of furniture in the living room. Nora ran her thumb along the seat of one of the chairs. She regarded the re suit with much interest “It shore bates all, mum" said she, “the dlffeience ye find when nobody sits in ’em for jist the wan day, mum! I congratulate mesilf, mum, that I woik for such a popular family. Now, if it weren’t for your visitors, mum, where’d I be? At thim chairs, mum, the —hole day long with my cloth!”

Petroleum From Egypt.

; The first shipment of petroleum from the Gemsah field of Egypt has just been made, consisting ot three thousand tons in a tank steamer. The Gemsah oil field Is on the Bed sea.

RAISING DEER ON FOREST PRESERVES

FOREST land in Maryland, which is now of not much practical use, may soon be made to return an; indirect revenue as a feeding ground for domestic American elk, white tailed deer, red deer, fallow deer, roebuck or other members of the deer family. This condition, is contingent upon the passage of a bill by the Maryland state legislature authorizing the raising and selling of these deer !n enclosed preserves by the owners of tracts of forest land. The idea is to raise deer for the market, and as there is fine feeding and plenty of If on the cut-over forest lands of the state, much of which may readily be enclosed with wire fences, and as the flesh is good eating and good prices may be commanded for it, there Is -every Indication that, if ; the bill passes'the legislature, the project will prove successful. The plan originated with Mr. William M. Ellicott of Baltimore who has hunted big game in'the United States, Mexico and Canada and who has been interested in learning of conditions in Europe where the markets are well supplied with venison and other game from private preserves and breeding establishments. He is enthusiastically In favor of the plan and is doing what he can to secure the passage of the bill. , Mr. Ellicott In talking of the proposed law said: “At first sight this seems to be a matter of only ordinary interest, but when it is realized that the deer as a wild animal has become practically extinct in Maryland and that only occasionally is venison seen in our markets, and this at almost prohibitive it will be clear that a great benefit may be conferred upop the community and that an Industry of commercial Importance, heretofore unknown in the state, may be established if it becomes a law. < "The deprivation of the public in the matter of venison as a part of the regular dietary is altogether unnecessary and unreasonable. While wild game should be amply protected and means provided for its propogation, it has been amply proved that a large population cannot be kept supplied from that source, and it is reasonable and proper that states where it exists should prohibit its export and sale, as is the case now in all the eastern states. The Business Would Be Profitable. “The sale of game bred and maintained in. Inclosures from stock which has been legitimately acquired is a totally different matter and should be encouraged to the fullest extent. “Both official and unofficial reports go to show that several varieties of deer can be, profitably raised; that they require less carb and subsist upon rougher food than any of the domestic animals except the goat, and that their value for food purposes ranks with the best beef and mutton. “Breeding stock can be had at present at very low prices—$15 to 125 for deer and S2O Jo $75 tor elk (Wapiti) as opportunity affords. According to farmer’s bulletin No. 330, of the United States department of agriculture, the most available source of supply te the surplus from private herds, zoological gardens and parks. “The roughest waste lands with a plentiful growth of underbrush, weeds, etc., and running water are best suited to the enterprise. Deer prefer to brouse on scrub growth and to eat the coarsest weeds rather than the best of hay. When pasture is limited they do well on corn, oats, wild hay and alfalfa. “So rapidly do white-tailed deer, the common variety, increase that preserves soon become overstocked unices their numbers are diminished | from time to time. A herd ot 19 head

which increases to 400 in ten years is one not uncommon instance. The does usually produce twins annually after the second year, when they have i their first fauns. The Rate of Increase, “On our preserve in Pennsylvania, where 90 deer were liberated ten years ago, there are said to be nearly 4,000 head. In many cases the fences have had to be taken down to let them escape owing to shortage of food. “It is probable that the Wapiti, or Rocky Mountain, elk, is best suited to breeding for market. A mature elk will weigh from 600 to 1,000 pounds, and the proportion of meat to correspond is greater than is the case with beef or mutton. Heads, horns and hides are also valuable, and the net return from one animal would be $l5O or more. “Deer and elk become very tame when kindly treated and given a little salt or corn from the hand. “An important fact is that the business can be engaged in by the smallest land owner with very little equipment, while it is also capable of extension if capital is available. - One hundred and sixty acres' can be fenced for S2OO for elk and slightly more for deer. Even in a paddock, with shelter and food, the business can be successfully prosecuted. “In and around the Yellowstone park there are some 30,000 elk. Theft' summer range is in the mountains, but at the beginning of winter they seek the plains where they formerly found ample food to carry them through the winter. In recent years most of this land has been taken up by farmers and the elk find it fenced and haystacks guarded and there Is nothing to save them from starvation. Immense numbers have miserably died in this way. “Meager appropriations have recently been made by State of Wyoming to feed them, but this has not proved altogether successful and there is still untold suffering and waste. It lias been suggested that some of these elk should be transported to other ranges or put on private estates where they will be cared for. Divided up among the states they would soon become a source of profit. While in this present condition they only excite pity and are practically useless. “A large private herd in Montana has recently been sold in Italy, where they will be set at liberty on preserves in the mountains of the north. “Many American elk have been sent to England and the continent of Europe, where they have been crossed with the European breeds, which Has very much improved them.” The bin provides that anyone desiring to engage in the raising or selling of domesticated American elk, white taU, red, fallow deer, roebuck or any species of deer In an inclosed preserve may do so upon receiving a license from the state game warded. The license fee is fixed at five dollars to be retained by the game warden, who upon being satisfied with the good faith of the applicant shall issue a breeders* license. The license, it is provided, shall give the breeder the right to raise and sell for breeding purposes all species of deer or kill the animals at any time and to sell the carcasses for food. When the preserve is located in Washington, Allegheny or Garrett counties, the bill provides that white tail deer killed upon the preserve shall bear a distinctive mark to show that the animal was domesticated. A fine of SSO and forfeiture of the license is imposed for falling to place a distinctive mark. It Is also provided that the preserve shall be fenced in a manner approved by the game warden.

RHYME OF MODERN MARINER

Being the Story of the Rescue of Captain Blake's Son From Watery f Grave. Captain Blake is a mariner bold, and his ship is the Mary Ann. His crew consists of his wife and child and’ one able-bodied man. His boat is a barge which lies near Pier B on the Jersey side, and yesterday he left he there at the dock, securely tied. On the deck of the barge his little son, not yet 12 months old, was playing about with a terrier pup called Rag-Tag. His mother was taking a needed nap in the cabin, where all was dark, when her dreams were broken rudely by the dog’s staccato bark. When she rushed on deck she saw the pup with his fore feet on the rail , and his eager eyes directed toward an object thgt was asail. She looked and saw, then almost swooned, but gave a frightened scream when she saw the baby sailing off on an ice floe in the stream. “Go get him—save my little boy!* she screamed, and in a trice the faithful pup was swimming toward the floating cake of Ice. The mother’s cry was heard by men upon a vessel near—the steamship Oceana, which was tied up at her pier. An officer named Lindsay looked and saw the baby's plight and soon had manned a boat and gone to save the drifting mite. Before he reached the dancing cake the dog was on it, too. The ice floe bore two passengers, a captain and his crew. The baby and the terrier were taken in the boat—a tiny pair of mariners, too young to be afloat. And with the child safe in her arms the mother wept for joy, but not a whjmper passed the lips of the small sailor boy. But when his father, Captain Blake, returned last night and heard his wife relate the story just as ft had occurred, he pursed his lips and whistled long, then gave his head a shake and said: “This surely is a fact from me that you can take. That kid of mine a sailor’s life most certainly will choose. He’s breaking in to learn the game by taking his first cruise.” Then, thinking of the cake of ice which was the baby’s boat, he shld: “That boy will navigate the biggest ship afloat. He’s got the first requirement, and he can’t |be called a fool; for whatever else- he might have done, he certainly kept cool.”—New York Times.

Greater London.

A descilption of l«endon as a municipality Is found in a report which has been sent to the department of commerce and labor by United States Consul General John L. Griffiths, stationed at the British capital. Instead of having one mayor and several borough heads as New York has, Mr. Griffiths pointy out that from a governmental point-of view London is a very complex organization, consisting of 29 cities and boroughs, all with separate administrations. Each has its own mayor and council, there being; however, an authority whose jurisprudence is coextensive with what is known as the administrative County of London, called the London county council. ..... -3. ..... “It may assist to a bettor conception of the work of the London county council,” writes Mr. Griffiths, “to point out that it has jurisdiction over the public school system of Greater London, the fire 7 department, the street car system, asylums, bridges, highways, department of health, parks and building regulations. "There are 10,800 employes in the tramways department, which has been under the jurisdiction of and operated by the council since January 1, 1899.”

Taxes That Never End.

The surprising fact is announced that the London city corporation is still paying land tax for the houses which existed on Old London bridge, houses that disappeared about the year 1755. It has at last been decided to redeem this ancient tax, which by act of parliament has been levied ever since the old bridge was demolished. A copy of the old act is in the city archives .The amount of the land tax is about SI,BOO a year, and the city will be able to secure a redemption by payment of a lump sum of $55,000 or so. • It may seem strange that ratesand taxes have been paid for so many years upon houses which disappeared so long ago, but it is not generally known that it is the custom when houses are demolished to make way for public improvements to include in the parliamentary authorization a clause compelling the authority concerned to make good any loss occasioned to the rates. —New York Sun.

Daffodil Polson.

The poison of the daffodil is the plant’s means of defense. How effective it is may be judged by the fact that rabbits, rats and other small pests which devour hyancinths and crocuses with gusto, leave the daffodil severely alone. Nurserymen, too, will tell you that the men employed in gathering Lent lilies suffer from poisoned hands. After working a little while their bands become sore, and painful gatherings form under the finger nails and whenever the skin is broken. Despite of all this, however, west country housewives brew from the flowers a decoction warranted to cure all human ills—possibly by killing the patient

Cause and Effect

’ Deacon A—What our people need la sermons that will wake them tip. Deacon B—No, brother; what they need is sermons that won’t let ’epi go to sleep—Stray Stories.

GENIUS WAS WASTED

BRIGGS WOULD HAVE THRIVED IN WALL STREET, - - ... ■ Tired of Borrowing Mr. Dunham’s Sled, He Makes a Proposition for Buying It—Did Dun* ham Grab It? Mr. Dunham had just finished his morning chores at the barn and was going in to breakfast when Briggs, J the hired man, who had bought the neighboring Alden farm, appeared. He was a congenial person, with a wellpadded waistcoat and an engaging smile. "Morning!” said the newcomer, briskly. "Morning!” said Mr. Dunham. “I’m going to be neighborly right away,” declared Briggs, with an air of simple frankness. "I want to borrow your wood sled for the day. I’ve had no time to get settled yet, there’s so much to do I do* know which way to turn, hardly.' But I’ve got to get some wood down and I want to do it while the healing's good.” “That’s all right,” said Mr. Dunham. : "Take it and welcome. It’s out there under the shed.” A day two later the new neigh* bor came again. This time he had the oxen with him. He nodded cheerfully as he passed the house and re- ■ marking casually, “I s’pose ft’s all right to take the sled again?” hitched r up. This time he kept it two days. A week later he came when Mr. Dunham was away, and whistling merrily as he yoked bls steers, drove off ; without question. Dunham waited four days, and then had to go after the sled himself, On the next occasion when the new neighbor called, he found Mr. Dunham ? milking. against the stanchioa with his hands in his pockets, he began: ' "Dunham, I like that sled of yours. It’s new, ain’t It?” ' “Why, yes. It was new this season.” “Want to sell Itr . . 3 "No, I do’ know as I da” “What did it cost yer "I paid Smith >25 for making it, and I furnished part of the stock.” . / “Well, it’s worth it, and you ought to have some profit -on it, too. Now, 1 I tell ye what; I don’t feel right borrowing all the time, and I’d like to buy it. How would >35 look to your Dunham milked silently for a mo- al ment. Then he said, “Well, I guess >35 would be all right” 11 “Good enough!” cried Briggs, heartily. “It’s worth that to me. I ain’t | got the ready cash just now, but we can fix it up this way; I’ll take the 1 sled> over to my place, and any time: you want to use it, you come right over and get it, just the same as if 'twas yours. I’ll keep track of it and charge ye a reasonable amount each time you take it—say mebbe * dollar—and when it comes to |35, why, the sled’ll be mine, and we’ll be square. That’ll save you buying a new one, and I’ll feel better’n ’« if I was; O borrowing all the time. Is that all right?”—Youth’s Companion. I - ■—

The Parasitic Woman.

The heaviest burden today on pro- r ductlve America, aside from the bur- ; den Imposed by a vicious industrial < system, is that of Its non-productive women. They are the most demanding portion of our society. They .... spend more money than any other group, are more insistent in their cry for amusement, are more resentful of Interruptions ot their pleasures and excitements, go to greater ex-* tremes of indolence and uneasiness.* The really serious side to the existence of this parasitical group is that great numbers of other women, not: ; free, forced to produce, accept their: standards of life. We hear women, useful women, everywhere talking' about the desirability of not being able to do anything, commiserating' women who must work, commiserating those who have heavy household: responsibilities, and by the whole, gist of their words and acts Influenc- || Ing those younger and less experienced than themselves to believe that hap- ■ piness lies in irresponsible living.— American Magazine

Filipino Sorrow.

* > i'- f When I went down to breakfast the* - other morning at my hotel I found the attentive and unusually intelligent FlHpino waiter who ha* served me ever •Ince I attached myself to the hostelry squad. His eyes were bleared with salty tears and he looked down at the floor to avoid my glance of inquiry. “1 am a few minutes late,” I said to j the waiter. . And then: "You have , been crying. What troubles you?" Again he burst into tears, and, leaning his head against the wall, sobbed f as if his heart would break. “What on earth ails you?" I aaked, rther sympathetically. “Any of your relatives dead?'/ “No, no, senor, not that," and the waiter boobooed again. “Then out with it, boy!” I exclaimed, rather Impatiently; “out with it?* 4; “Oh, senor,” he stammered, “tha pancakes are cold!" Noble muchacho, that. Isn’t he?-* Philippines Monthly. " y

Tested and Not Found Wanting.

Kind Father—My dear, if you want* | a good husband, J aa £^ r - Stray Stories.