Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 152, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 June 1912 — Page 2

The Daily Republican Wt—y Day tooept Auteay MEALEY A CLARK, Publishers. RENSSELAER, INDIANA.

The FLYING MERCURY

By Eleanor M. Ingram

Author of “The Game and the Candle * niuatratton* Bjr RJY WALTERS (Oopyrtsbt. MIO. tar Bobta-MerrlU Oa) '“T 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 Lestrange. 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 expert to racrf with the “Mercury" at auto events, has engeged Lestrange, and at the Ffrench factory Emily encounters the young man. They refer pleasantly to their meeting when Dick comes along and recognises the young racer. Dick likes the way Lestrange Ignores their first meeting when he appeared to a disadvantage. Lestrange tells Emily that he will try to educate her indifferent cousin as an automobile expert. Dick undertakes his business schooling under the tutelage of Leetrange. CHAPTER V.—(Continued). “Well?” Dlek at last queried. “Havd Mr. Bailey do nothing at all,” was the deliberate reply. “There is an etiquette Of subordination, I believe—this is Mr. Ffrench’s factory. I’ve done my part and we’ll think no more of the matter. I may be wrong But I am more than grateful to Miss Ffrench." “That’s all you’re going to do?” “Yes. I wish you would not sit there.” “I’m tired; I won’t fall in, and I Want to think. We’ve been a lot together this spring. Lestrange; I don’t like this business about the steeringgear. Do you go down to the Beach tomorrow?” “Tonight Tomorrow I must put in practicing on the track. I would have been down today if there had not been so much to do here. Are you coming with me. or not until the evening of the start?” Dick stirred uncomfortably. “I don’t want to come at all. thank you. I saw you race once.” - ‘ “Ynn had better get used to it.” Lestrange quietly advised. “The day may come when there is no one to take your place. This factory will be yours and you will have to look after your own interests. I wish you would come down and represent the company at this race.” “I haven’t the head for it.” “I do not agree with you.” Their eyes met in a long regard. Here, in the crowded room of workers, the ceaseless uproar shut in their Conversation with a walled completeness of privacy. ’Tm not sure whether you know it, Lestrange, but you’ve got me all stirred up since I met you,” the younger man confessed plaintively. “You’re different from other fellows and you’ve made me different I’d rather be around the factory than anywhere else I know, now. But honestly I like you too well to watch you race.” "I want you to come.” “I—” Qne of the men with a vessel of white, heaving molten metal was trying to pass through the narrow aisle. Dick broke his sentence to rise in hasty avoidance, and his foot slipped in a puddle of oil on the floor. It was so brief in happening that only the workman concerned saw the accident As Dick fell backward, Lehim, fairly snatching him from the greedy teeth. There was the rending of fabric, a gasping sob from Dlpk, and reeling from the recoil Lestrange was sent staggering against a flying wheel neyt in line. The workman set down his burden with a recklessness endangering further trouble, active too late. “Mr. Lestrange!” he cried. But Lestrange had already recovered himself, his right arm crossed with a scorched and bleeding bar where it had touched the glittering wheel, and the two young men were standing opposite each other in safety question. *T? I ought to be, but Pm not Come to a surgeon. Lestrange— Oh. you told me not to sit there!” Lestrange glanced down at the sur-face-wound, then quickly back at the two pallid faces. “Go on to your work, Peters,” he directed. "I’m all right” And as the Bum slowly obeyed. "Now will you take my advice and come to the race with me, Ffrench? . “Race! You’d race with that arm?” “Yes. Are you coming with me?" Shaken and tremulous, Dick passed 11 ATlrf hl A 101*6

sake. And, Td be ground up there, if you hadn't caught me,” he looked toward the jaws sullenly shredding and reshredding a strip of doth from his sleeve. ’Til do anything you want" “Will you?” Lestrange flashed quickly. - Me flung back his head with the rdeolute setting of expression the other knew so well, his eyes brilliant with a resolve that took no heed of physical discomfort "Then give me your word that you’ll stick to your work here. That is my fear; that the change in you is just a mood you’ll tire of some day. I want you to stand up to your work and not drop out disqualified.” “I will.” said Dick, subdued and earnest “I couldn’t help doing it — your arm —”

Lestrange impatiently dragged out his handkerchief and wound it around the cut . "Go on.” . “I can’t help keeping on; I couldn’t go back now. You’ve got me awake. No one else ever tried, and I was having a good time. It began with liking you and thinking of all you did, and feeling funny alongside of you.” He paused, struggling with Anglo-Saxon shyness. “I’m awfully fond of you, old fellow.” The other’s gray eyes warmed and cleared. Smiling, he held out his left hand. “It’s mutual,” he assured. “It isn’t playing the game td trap you while you are upset like this. But I don’t believe you’ll be sorry. Come find some one to tie this up for me; I can’t have it stlff tomorrow.”-

But in spite of his professed haste, Lestrange stopped at the head of the stairs and went back to recover some small object lying on the floor beneath a pool of chilling metal. When he rejoined Dick, it was to linger yet a moment to look back across the teeming room.

"It’s worth having, all this,” he commented, with the first touch of sadness the other ever had seen in him. “Don’t throw it away. Ffrench.” There is usually a surgeon within reach of a factory. When Mr. Ffrench passed out to the cart where Emily waited, he passed Dick and the Village physician entering. The elder gentleman pu| on his glasses to survey his nephew’s white face. “An accident?” he inquired. The casual curiosity was sufficiently exasperating, and Dick’s nerves were badly gone. “Nothing worth mentioning," he snapped. "Just that I nearly fell into

"That Isn’t Tight Enough, Doc."

the machinery and Lestrange has done up his arm pulling me out. That’s all.” ~~ ~ ; And he hurried the doctor on without further parley or excuse.—_ Lestrange was in the room behind the office, smoking one of Bailey’s cigars and listening to that gentleman’s vigorous ■ remarks concerning managers who couldn’t keep out of their own machinery, the patient not having considered It worth while to explain Dick’s share in the mischance. An omission which Dick himself promptly remedied in his anxious contrition. Later, when the arm was being swathed in white linen, its owner spoke to his companion of the morning: “I hope you didn’t annoy Miss Ffrenrii with this trifling matter, as you caine in.” *’l didn’t speak to her at all, only to my uncle.” “Very good.” Something in the too-indolent tone roused Dick’s usually dormant observation”. Startled, be scrutinised Lestrange.

“Is that why you bothered yourself with me?” he stammered. “Is that why—”

“Shut up!” warned Lestrange forcibly and inelegantly. “That isn’t tight enough. Doc. You know I’m experienced at this sort of thing, and I’m going to use this arm.” But Dick was not to be silenced in his new enlightenment When the surgeon momentarily turned away, he leaned nearer, his plump face grim. “If Thrace up, it won’t be for Emily, but for you. Darling Lestrange,” he whispered viciously. “She don’t want me and I don’t want her, that war. I’ve got over that And, and—oh. confound it Tm sorry, old man!” “Shut up!” said Lestrange again. But though Dick’s very sympathy unconsciously showed the hopeless chaam between the racing driver and Miss Ffrench, the hurt did not cloud the cordial smile Lestrange sent to mitigate his command.

\ ; CHAPTER VI. J ■ ■ • —— Emily first heard the full story of the accident that evening, when Dick sat opposite her on the veranda and gave the account in frank anxiety and “We’re going down tonight on the

nine o’clock train,” he added in conclusion. "Tomorrow morning he’ll spend practicing on the track, and tomorrow evening at 6 the race starts. And Lestrange starts crippled because lam a clumsy idiot. He laughs at pa«, but—he’d do that anyhow." "Yes," agreed Emily. “He would do that anyhow.” Her eyes were wide wad terrified, "the little hriids she clasped in her lap were quite cold. ‘1 wish, I wish he had never come to this place.” “Oh, you do?” Dick said oddly. "Maybe he will, too, before he gets through with us. We’re a nasty lot, we Ff ranches; a lot of blue-blooded snobs without any red blood in us. Are you going to say good-by to me? I won’t be home until it’s over." She looked at him, across the odorous dusk slowly silvering as the moon rose. , —— ; ———

“You are going to be with him?'* Dick smoothed his leggings before standing up, surveying his strict motor costume with a gloomy pride not to be concealed.

“Yes; I’m representing our company. Lestrange might want seme backing if any disputes turned up. Uncle Ethan nearly had a fit when Bailey told him what I was going to do; he called me Richard for the first time in my life. I guess I’ll be scene good yet, if every one except Lestrange did think I was a chump.” “I am very sure you will,” she answered gently. “Good-by, Dick; you look very nice.” s When he reached the fdot of the steps, her voice recalled him, as she stood leaning over the rail. "Dick, you could not make him give it up, not race this time?” He stared up at . her white figure. ' “No, I could not. Don’t you_sup-_ pose I tried?”

“I suppose you did,” she admitted, and went back to her seat. The June night was very quiet. Once a sleepy bird stirred in the honeysuckle vines and chirped through the dark. Far below Ite throb of a motor passed down the road, dying away again to leave silence. Suddenly Emily Ffrench hid her face on the arm of her chair and the tears overflowed. There was nb consciousness of time while that inarticulate passion of dread spent itself. But it was nearly half an hour later when she started up at the echo of a light step on the gravel path, dashing her handkerchief across her eyes. It was incredible, but it was true: Lestrange himself was standing before her at the foot of the low stairs, the moonlight glinting across his uncovered bronze head and bright, clear.face.

“I beg pardon for trespass, Miss Ffrench,” he said, “but your cousin tells me he has been saying a great deal of nonsense to you about this race, and that you were so very good as to feel some concern regarding it. Really, I had to run up and set that right; I couldn’t leave you to be annoyed by Mr. Ffrench’s nerves. Will you forgive me?”

Like sun through a mist his blithfe voice cleaved through her distress. Before the tranquil sanity of his regard, her painted terrors suddenly showed as the artificial canvas scenes of a stage, unreal, untrue. “It was like you to come,” she answered, with a shaking sigh that was half sob. “I was frightened, yes.” “There is no cause. A dozen other men take the same, chance as Rupert and I; the driver who alternates with me, for instance. This is our life.” “Your arm—” tle. “You will see many a bandaged arm before the twenty-four hours are up; few of us finish without a scratch or strain or blister. This is a man’s game, but it’s not half so destructive as foot-ball. You wished me good luck for the Georgia race; will you repeat the honor before I go back to Ffrench?”

“I wish you,” she said unsteadily, “every kted of success, now and always. You saved Dick today—of all else you have done for him and for me I have not words to speak. But it made it harder to bear the thought of your hurt and risk from the hurt, when I knew that I had sent Dick there, who caifsed it” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Some London Statistics.

In a volume of more than 600 pages the London County Council presents statistic.) of much interest. The metropolitan district, made up of the cities, towns and boroughs which comprise the real London, had a population of 7,252,963 in 1910, occupying an area of a little more than 692 square miles. Only 14.8 per cent, of the total number of inhabitants, or 670,110 persons, were entitled to vote in parliamentary elections, and of these 74.6 per cent went -to the polls in the election of December, 1910, a falling off from the 84.3 per cent which voted in January of that year. In 1909 there were 116,559 births, a decline since 1881 from 34.3 to 24.2 a thousand of population. The death rate fell Phthisis and pneumonia were responsible for more than 13,000 deaths. More Curious Than Comfortable. The Mashukulumbu! natives of northwestern Rhodesia have a most wonderful headdress, which is made up of cuttings qf hair from qjher boys heads mixed with mud and grease. Sometimes these topknots are studded with all sorts of curiosities, such as beads, bits of broken crockery, trass paper-fasteners (the latter generail} stolen by the native messengtris from the native commissioner’s office), feathers, add so forth. The result forms one of the moat curious coiffures in the wort*. . ...ma,—* ‘ • t'V.* I *. -X

FIGHTS FOR FREEDOM

Young Filipino Is Alleged Victim of Persecution. Botto, Convicted of Felony, .Long a Fugitive in the British Crown Colony of Hongkong—Extradition Is Bought After Four Years- .

Hongkong.—Alleging persecution of * Filipino patriot by the Philippine authorities is causing much denunciatory comment in the far east, especially in this British Crown colony, where a big part of the drama is being The victim is a young journalist, Vincente Sotto, a qualified attorney and brother of one of the most-prom-inent members of the Filipino assembly. Sotto, because of his ardent championing of the cause of his compatriots, has been tried twice for sedition, and twenty-four times for libel. In every instance save one, however, he was discharged. Failing to suppress him by these means, the authorities brought a charge of seduction of a native girl against him and he was sentenced to four years’ imprisonment and ordered to pay a large sum to the girl’s mother. On appeal the verdict was confirmed, but the sentences were substantially reduced Being on bail, Sotto fled from the Islands, and for the past four years has been residing in Hongkong and for the last six months has been editing a little bi-llngual called the Philippine Republic, devoted to immediate and complete independence for the Filipinos. Published and run In the British colony, it has warmly denounced the government of the Philippines. For a time the Manila authorities did nothing, but when the paper began to circulate ip the islands and to receive support and recognition from Boston they revived the seduction case and a few weeks ago sought his extradition.

In its issue a week before the application for extradition the little Journal published what it described as a verbatim account of a conversation

SEA AFFECTS MIND

Ocean Madness Grips Women as Big Liner Sails. .> A ' Mr*, Helen Erickson Is Deported From Chicago and Spanish Seno’rita Is Seized With Insane Fear on Board Steamer St. Paul.

New York.—The sailing of the American liner St. Paul was marked by two fits of violent insanity among the women passengers. Mrs. Helen Erickson of Copenhagen, deported by government order from Chicago, broke out of the ambulance in which she' had been taken to the pier from Ellis island and assaulted Mrs. Fairman, the Ellis island matron, who had her in charge and was waiting for 0 her to alight. ~ The woman ran to the sodded parking in front of the piers, climbed to the rail and screamed for help. “Save me!” she shouted to a group of longshoremen. “They are trying to kidnap me and put me on that ship.!” Two policemen and the chauffeur of” the ambulance ran to her. Site scratched and bit them and tore their clothes before they could overpower her and take her to the ship, where she was locked in the hospital. Only a few moments later there was all irruption Of frightened men and women from the steerage gangway to the pier. The fugitives said a young woman was killing her mother below.

BELL CRAZES BITING DOG

Its Clanging Made the Brute Attack Penneylvanla Firmer—ls Killed by Son. Carlisle, Pa.—Jacob Heiser, sixty-five years old, a fanner residing near here, Is under the care of a physician as the result of bring horribly bitten by his big shepherd dog, which had been crazed by the clanging of a big dinner bril on top of one of the farm buildings. Heiser’s life was probably saved by his son Elmer, who came to the rescue with a revolver, putting four bullets into the animal and killing it When the dog rushed Farmer Heiser was knocked to the ground by the attack and the animal savagely fastened its fangs in the man’s legs and tore at his clothing in an effort to teach his throat Heiser fought as best he could, and his daughter assisted him, attacking the animal with a stick. Heiser is terribly bitten on his chest and legs and the tendon in his left leg Is badly torn.

PUTS BAN ON SCANT ATTIRE

Pittsburg Suburb Has Law Against Bathing Butted Canoeists and Abbreviated Dress. Pittsburg, Pa.—An ordinance was passed by the borough council of Oakmont “prohibiting persons from appearing on the streets, at fetes, festivals and entertainments, nude, seminude, nr in abbreviated attire.” While timed primarily at canorists, the ordinance is general and for the “purpose of protecting the morals of Oakmont.” a suburb pf the city.

WIRELESS TOWERS FOR UNCLE SAM.

THESE are two of the three enormous wireless telegraph towers _ that are being constructed by the govefnment near Fort Myer, Va., as the central station for the greatest wireless project every undertaken by any government. With them Uncle Sam 'will be able to talk with his battleships and stations nearly all over the world. The largest tower will be a 650 feet high and the others each 450 feet high. Between them will be suspended the wires that will receive flashes from as far west at San Francisco and as far east as Africa.

between a Mr. Artacho and General Ricarte, on the little island of Lama, Hongkong, wherein the former stated that he had been commissioned by Gen. Franklin Bell to urge the latter to take the oath of allegiance to the United States and return to the Philippines, promising him, on the assurance of General Bell, that if he did so he would get a fat position in the gov-

Senorita Fernanda Puertola, a daintily formed Spanish girl of high birth, and possesed of bewildering beauty of the true Castilllan type, was the other passenger driven suddenly mad by fear of the sea aboard the St Paul. It was only after she had torn and ripped the faces and clothing of several stewardesses and some of the husky sdilors of the St Paul, that she was carried down the gangplank and put in an ambulance to be taken to the psychophatic ward in Bellevue.

“Sailing madness,” is what the officers called the strange attack of hysteria. But her mother, Senora Marie Puertola, who was also roughly handled in the struggle with the crazed girl, said she had been reading everything printed about the disaster that overwhelmed the Titanic and she cried out in her sleep that the dead hands of the Titanic’s victims were waiting in the ocean, path way to seize her and pull her down.

BRIDEGROOM HELD FOR THEFT

• i Jilted Woman Thrashes Man In Presence of Hlg Bride In Public Restaurant Berlin. —According to the Swiss newspapers, a honeymoon was interrupted by a violent scene recently in a leading restaurant at Bregenz, on Lake Constance. After the wedding ceremony the happy couple escaped from their relatives and friends and ordered a lunch. When the dessert

Silk Socks Went Astray

Prized Pair of Hose Finally Find Themselves on "Mr. Cockroach," a Negro. \ 11 Joplin, Mo. —Among the many presents received by Willard Butts recently, it was learned at the police station, his mother-in-law presented to him a fine pair of tan silk socks, costing $1.50, the most valuable pair he had ever owned, according to Mr. Butts, via the police. And because of the extreme beauty of the socks Mr. Butts had planned to wear them in the balmy summer evenings when he could adorn his feet with tan low cuts to match.. ’ Mr. Butts may yet wear his silk socks, but “Cockroach.” a notorious negro of Joplin, can say that he was the first person to adorn his pedal extremities with those same socks, and that they were stripped from his unwilling feet at the "bull pen” of the city bastlle. At the Butte home, 610 North Moffet avenue, a negro domestic has been employed until recently. For several weeks a* large number of personal articles belonging to Mr. and Mrs. Butts haye been missing. An investigation aroused suspicion against the ndgress, who was arrested by the police. The woman was living with “Cockroach,” whose correct name is Roy Smith. The negress* name Is Lulu Smith. , A trunk, found in tbe house occupied by the two negroes, contained a large part of the missing articles from the Butts home. When Mr. Butts saw ~ b ° n - - -

ernment service. Ricarte, however, turned the offer down. It is admitted that the interview took place, but it is now being urged that the former was in no way sent as an emissary from General Bell. Sotto is fighting extradition on the ground that the proceedings are being taken for the purpose of punishing him for a merely political offense.

was served a handsome young woman walked up to the bridegroom and accused him of jilting her, and also of taking a large sum of money from her by false pretenses of marriage. The bridegroom attempted to excuse himself to his former sweetheart, but she became angry and thrashed him in the restaurant, taking away his money, watch and chain and even his new wedding ring. Then she commanded him to follow her to the nearest police station, where she repeated her accusations, and on the bridegroom confessing to the fact he was formally arrested.

GETS SPEECH AS KIN DIES

Grief Causes Colorado Man to Talk Who Hadn’t Spoken for Fifteen Years. Colorado Springs, Colo.—Grief at the deathbed of his father restored speech to Thomas E. Austin, who now talks clearly after 15 years of silence. Austin is thirty-one years old. With the rest of his family he stood by the deathbed of his father, Thomas M. Austin, unable to utter a word, while the rest were praying. Suddenly he burst forth: “Father, father!” he cried. "We don’t want you to leave us!” “If my death brings back your speech,” answered the dying parent faintly, "I die happy.”*

Is Blinded by Roof.

Atlantic City, N. J.—Blinded by the sun’s reflection on a tin rpof, where he was working, Albert Halsted walked off into space and fell forty feet.

[• " of the darky sport was his fancy silk socks, which proved to be Mr. Butts* Christmas present "Cockroach” was stripped of his fancy ’hosiery, which will be used as evidence In the prosecution of the negroes.

COURT FINES MEANEST MAN

New Yorker Confesses Stealing Six Dollars His Wife Had Saved for Rainy Day. New York.—Magistrate Appleton in the Tombs court declared that he had discovered / “the meanest man” In James Dowling of 55 Rose street, who pleaded guilty to stealing six dollars his wife had saved for a rainy day. He was remanded to the Tombs to await trial in special sessions. Dowling was left in the house to mind his three children while his wife, who Is ven weak, went out to earn 75 cents cleaning an office. She had no sooner gone than Dowling took the money and abused his children. When his wife returned she learned of the theft of the money and st once went out and had Dowling arrested. She informed Magistrate Appleton that her husband had refused to work, and said that she would have been; willing to do*lt all if he would only stop getting drunk, but how she could not think of doing so, as, Instead of watching the children, he beat Them After hearfng all the facts. Magistrate Appleton denounced Dowling as “the meanest men alive” and disgrace to manhood" and remanded him to the TomMfelhr Wst ’