Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 153, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 June 1912 — Page 2

The Daily Republican B ** ry Pwy *«xpt Btu>d»y A CLARK, Pubtlshsre. RBNSSELAER, INDIANA.

The FLYING MERCURY

By Eleanor M. Ingram

Author of “The Game and the Candle" □lustrations ByRJIY WALTERS

(OopyritfU. mo. lor Bobte-MurtU Co.) 8 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 ahd 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 race 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 DJck 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 Lestrange. Dick is sheer grit, and in making a test race meets with an accident. Lestrange meets Emily in the moonlit garden of the Ffrench home. CHAPTER Vl.—(Continued). Lestrange hesitated, himself troubled. Her soft loveliness in the delicate light that left her eyes unreadable depths of shadow, her timidity and anxiety for his safety, were from their very unconsciousness most dangerous. And while he grasped at selfcontrol, she came still nearer to the head of the steps and held out her small fair hand, mistaking his silence for leave-taking. “Good night; and I thank you for coming. I am not used to so much consideration.** Her accents were unsure when she would have made them most certain, with her movement the handkerchief fell from her girdle to his feet Mechanically Lestrange recovered the bit of linen, and felt it lie wet in his fingers. Wot — “Emily!” he cried abruptly, and sprang the brief step between them. Her white, terrified face turned to him in the moonlight but he saw her eyes. And seeing, he kissed her.The moment left no time for speech. Some one was coming down the drawing-room toward the long windows. Dick’s impatient whistle sounded shrilly from the park. Panting, Quivering, Emily drew from the embrace and fled within. She had no doubt of Lestrange, no question of his serious meaning—he had that force of sincerity which made his silence more convincing than the protestations of others. But alone in her room she laid her cheek against the hand his had touched. “I wish I had died in the convent,” she cried to her heart “I wish I had died before I made him unhappy too.”

CHAPTER VII. Morning found a pale and languid Emily across the breakfast table, from Mr. Ffrench. Yet, by a contradiction of the heart, her pride in loving and being loved so overbore the knowledge that only sorrow could result to herself and Lestrange, that her eyes shone wide and lustrous and her lips curved softly. Mr. Ffrench was almost In high spirits. "The boy was merely developing,” he stated, over his grape-fruit "I have been unjust to Richard. For two months Bailey has been talking of "his interest in the business and attendance at the factory, but I was in credulous. Although I fancied I observed a change—have you observed a change In him, Emily?” "Yes,” Emily confirmed, "a very great change. He has grown up. at last” 3 “Ah? 1 cannot express to you how it gratifies me to have a Ffrench representing me in public; have you seen £ the morning journals?" * “I have just come down-stairs.” He picked up the newspaper beside him and passed across the folded page. “AH in readiness for Beach Contest,” the head-lines ran. "Last big driver to arrive, Lestrange is in Mercury camp with R. Ffrench, representtatlve of Company." - And there was a blurred picture of a speeding car with driver and mechanician masked to goblinesque nonidentity, with the legend underneath: “‘Darling’ Lestrange, in his Mercury on the Georgia course,” “Next year I shall make him part owner. It was always my poor brother's desire to have the future name still Ffrench and Ffrench. He was not thinking of Richard then; he had hope of - "” “ - break.

"Of?” she echoed vaguely. “Of one who is unworthy thought Richard has redeemed our family from extinction; that is at rest." He paused for an instant “My dear child, when you gre married and established, I shall be content.’* Her breathing quickened, her courage rose to the call of the moment “If Dick ishere, if he is instead of a substitute,” she said, carefully quiet In manner, “would it matter, since I am only a girl, whom I married. Uncle Ethan T' The recollection of that evening when Emily had given her promise of aid, stlrrbd under Mr. Ffrench’s celfabsorbition. He looked across the table at her colorless, eager face with perhaps his first thought of what that promise might have cost her. “No,” he replied kindly. “It is part of my satisfaction that you are set Lee to .allow your own choice, without thought of utility or fortune. Of course, I need not say provided the man is of your own class and associations. We will fear no more Tow marriages.” She had known it before, but it was hard to hear the sentence embodiedjn words. Emily folded her hands over the paper in her lap and the pleasant breakfast room darkened before her. Mr. Ffrench continued speaking of Dick, unheard. When the long meal was ended aid her uncle withdrew to meet Bailey in the -library, Emily escaped outdoors. There was a quaint cummer house part way down the park, an ancient white pavilion standing beside the brook that gurgled by on its way to the Hudson, where the young girl often passed her hours. She went there now, carrying her little workbasket and the newspaper containing the picture of Lestrange. “I will save It,” was her thought. “Perhaps I may find better ones —this does not show his sac I will have this now. It may be a long time before I see him.”

' But she sat with the embroidery scissors in her hand, nevertheless, without cutting the reprint Lestrange would return to the factory, she never doubted, and all would continue as before, except that she must not see him. He would understand that it was not possible for anything else to happen, at least for many years. Perhaps,’ after Dick was married — The green and gold beauty of the morning hurt her with the memory of that other sunny morning, when he had so easily taken from her the task she hated and strove to bear. And he had succeeded, how he had succeeded! Who else in the world 1 could have so transformed Dick? Leaning on the table, her round chin in her palm as she gazed down at the paper in her lap, her fancy slipped back to that night on the Long Island road, when she had first seen his serene genius for setting all things right. How like him that elimination of Dick, instead of a romantic and impracticable attempt to escort her himself. A bush crackled stiffly at some one's passage; a shadow fell across hen "Caught!" laughed Lestrange’s glad, exultant voice. "Since you look at the portrait, how shall the original fear to present himself? See, I can match.” He held out a card burned at the corners and streaked with dull red, “The first time I saw your writing, and found my own name there." Amazed, Emily sat up, and met in his glowing face all Incarnate joy of life and youth. “Oh!” she gasped piteously. “You are surprised that I am here? My dear, my dear, after last night did you think I could be anywhere else?"

"The race—” “I know that track too well to need much practice, and I had the machine out at dawn. My partner is busy practicing this morning, and I’ll be back In a couple of hours. I was afraid,” the gray eyes were so gentle in their brilliancy, “I was afraid you might worry, Emily.” . y Serenely he assumed possession .of her, and the assumption was very sweet He had not touched her, yet

Her Accents Were Unsure When She Would Have Made Them Most Certain.

Emily had the sensation of brutaljg thrusting him away when she spoke: "How could I do anything else,” she asked with desolation, “since we must never meet each other any more? Only, you will not go far away —you will stay where I can sometimes see you as we pass? I —l think 1 could not bear it to have you go away." *. \ “Emily!" The scissors clinked sharply to the floor as she held out her white hands in deprecation of bls cry; the tears rushed to her eyes. “You know, you know! f am not free; I am Emily Ffrench. I cannot fail'n«y uncle sad grieve him as his son did. Oh, I will dstw marry any

one else, and we will hear of each other; I Can read in the papers and Dick will tell me of you. It will be something to be so close, down there and up here." - - - —-- “You are not angry? You will not be angry? You know I can do nothing else; please say you know,** He came nearer and took both cold little hands In his clasp, bending, to her the shining gravity of his regard. "Do you think me such a selfish animal, my dear, that I would have kissed you when I could not claim you?” he asked. "Did you think I could forget you were Emily Ffrench, even by moonlight?" Her fair head fell back, her dark eyes questioned his. " Y ou—mean—”

*‘l mean that even your uncle cannot deny my inherited quality of gentleman. lam no millionaire Incognito. I have driven racing cars and managed this factory to earn my living, having no other dependence than upon myself, but my blood is as old as yours, little girl, if that means anything.” “Not to me," she cried, looking up into Jhls eyes. “Not to me, but to him. I cared for you—” He drew her toward him, unresisting, their gaze still on each other. As

“Dick Will Tell Me of You.”

from the first, there was no shyness between them, but the strange, exquisite understanding now made perfect

“I was right to come to you.” he declared, after a time. “Right to fear that you were troubled, conscientious lady. But I must go back, or there will be a fine disturbance at the Beach. And I have shattered my other plans to Insignificant fragments, or you have. If I did not forget by moonlight that you were Emily Ffrench, 1 certainly forgot everything else." She looked up at him, her softlytinted face bright as bis own, her yellow hair rumpled into flossy tendrils under the black ribbon binding it “Everything else?” she echoed. “Is there anything else but this?" “Nothing that counts, to me. You for my. own, and this good world to live in—l stand bareheaded before it all. But yet, I told you once that I had a purpose to accomplish; a purpose now very near completion. In a few months I meant to leave Ffrenchwood." Emily rave a faint cry. “Yes, for my work would have been done. Then I fell to love and upset When I tell Mr. Ffrench that I want you, I will have to leave at once." •

"Why? You said—” “How brave are you, Emily?”, he asked. “I said your uncle could not question my name or birth, but I did not say he would want to give you to me. Nor. will he; unless I am mistaken. Are you going to be brave enough to come to me, knowing he has no right to complain, -since you and I together have given him Dick?” "He does not know you; how can you tell he does not like you?” she urged. "Do you think he likes ‘Darling’ Lestrange of the race course?” The sudden keen demand disconcerted her. “I hear a little down there,” he added. "I have not been fortunate with your kinsman. No, it is for you to say whether Ethan Ffrench’s unjust caprice is a bar between ns. To me it is none." . (TO BE CONTINUED.)

The Very Best Make.

In the course of an after-dinner speech in praise of woman, Samuel 'Untermyer, the New York lawyer, said in Pittsburg: “A commercial traveler remarked the other day to a storekeeper: “‘Make yourself a Christinas present of a cash register. It will keep strict and accurate account of all you receive and all you disburse. It win show what you save and what you squander, what in you spefid foolishly and what you spend wisely, where you should spread out and where you should retrench, what you waste and how you waste it —’ “‘But,’ said the storekeeper, Tve already got a cash register which does all that and more.* " ‘Whose make is it?* asked the salesman, frowning. “‘God's make,’ the storekeeper replied; and with a smile at once reverent and grateful he nodded toward his handsome wife seated in the cashier’s cage."

After a girl has waited several years for a young man come along and marry her because she does the housework, she puts a puff in her hair, gets a peekaboo wrist and fisher Just like the o. bet». .

U. S. IS MINUS CUP

England Only European Nation Without Headgear. Headdress Worn by Breton Women— Every Town in Brittany Has Its Special Variety Pretty Dutch Designs. - London. —There is no such thing as a national headdress in America. Even the millions of immigrants and descendants of immigrants froip countries possessing a characteristic headgear promptly discard any such distinguishing mark during their first week in the new world. Perhaps the fact that the English dominated our early history may account for our lack of peculiar headgear, for England is the only country in Europe which has not a distinctive national headdress.

z lnScotland there survive the Tam o’ Shanter and the Glengarry, the last by the way, an importation from Sweden, where it still flourishes. In Ireland the colleen is not complete without her head shawl or handkerchief and in Wales the maiden clings to her frilled cap and conical beaver. In England a few old fashioned-folk troddle about fragrant out of the way gardens sun bonneted and smocked, but they have no pride in the attire. Their idea of dignity in dress is represented by bonnets rigid with bugles and jet and the stiffest and most rasping of broadcloth suits. When the English laborer spends his money “on his back," says the Queen, he makes a conscientious effort to “ape the gentry.”

The cult of the cap is generally strongest where the cult of dress is weakest. In Brittany, where the sequined and embroidered gala dresses are heirlooms, a woman of the lower middle class seldom buys a whole new dress, and, indeed, wears the same heavy black gown all the year through. The scanty living that can be wrung from Breton soil does not favor the purchase of anything more costly than patching materials. But every Breton town has "its special variety of cap. ( And caps form no small item in the housewife’s expenditure. A waitress in,a hotel at Pont Aven declared that her caps cost 20 francs apiece. The Pont Aven cap is fortunately substantial, being round and generally reminiscent of a coarsely iced wedding cake. It is redeemed from hideousness by two horns which curve gracefully over the main erection and end in streamers down the back. Something akin to it is seen at far famed Pont I’Abee, where Breton dress is at Its brightest. The Pont I'Abee cap is, however, more delicate in texture, being finely

German Apache Plans Fail

German Police Quickly Kill Three Terrorists When They Attempt to Escape. , Berlin—German stoicism as far as officialdom is concerned put a quick end to what threatened to be the transfer of French apache methods to this city. As a result, three robbers are dead, while there were no casualties among the law and order forces. Shortly after midnight a shopkeeper reported to a policeman on duty in the suburbs that three robbers were looting stores in the vicinity and threatening all who opposed them with death. The robbers, he said, were armed to the teeth with automatic pistols and were plainly desperate characters. The policeman hurried to a nearby railway station, and deputizing the station master and his assistants as aides

SPIRIT MESSAGE FROM FUNK

New York Psychic Assorts She Has Heard From Late Head of Publishing House. New York. —Through its psychic, Mrs. Carrie S. Thomas, the New York Institute for Scientific and Religious Research asserts she has received a spirit message from Dr. Isaac Funk, the pate president of the Funk & Wagnails Publishing company, who died at his home in Montclair April 4. Dr. Funk was one of the advanced students of psychology and for many years had manifested an intense interest in the subject. The message which purporta to have been received from Dr. Funk is as follows: “I want to say for publication this day, the 23d of April, 1912, 3:20 p. m., that about 20 days ago I passed into spirit and was Instantly conscious of the confusion in the home, but at once recognized a disembodied spirit But not Instantly was I able to drift very far from my body. - I«was conscious of all my faculties and remembered my name. Was also conscious of the presence of spirits—both family connections and others. I was flooded with thoughts, mingled with spirit and material, and was able to separate the material thoughts from the spiritual. . “Through the kindnees of spirits I was able to gether strength and impress the mind of mortal, and at onq? my spiritual vision seemed to be opened and from that time on I have been able to be satisfied. -Much can be and will be revealed, but honesty Is the beet principle.* >

OSPINA FINDS NO SUPPORT AT HOME

PEDRO W. OSPINA, former minister from Colombia, who was recalled because he told Secretary of State Knox that _he had, bette r omit Colombia from the itinerary of his recent trip through the Latin-American republics, finds there is no sympathy for him in his own country. The press there without exception scores his action as discourteous, utterly lacking in diplomatic tact and liable to involve Colombia in serious trouble with the United Statea

embroidered and devoid of horns. It ties quite coquettishly under the chin and Is finished by a rosette of satin ribbon under the left ear. At the great sardine fishing port, Concarneau, as also at ancient Qulmper, the usual headgear is a plain starched bonnet, which on fete days is laid by for a similarly shaped cap of prettily embroidered net.

started in pursuit. When they came in sight of the trio, who were trying to make off heavily laden with booty, an exchange of shots followed. One of the robbers dropped dead with a bullet through his head. The others threw away their loot and fled, closely pursued. One of the band was slightly wounded in the leg, and, this interfering with his movements, he tried to commit suicide. He only wounded himself, and his companion stopped long enough to send a bullet crashing through his brain before continuing his own flight. ; For a time it seemed that the third man would escape, but he was finally cornered ip a patch of woods and shot to death by the policeman, who then calmly reported to the station the “necessity of killing three robbers who had resisted arrest.”

Pay for Acting By Yard

Public Demand Regulates Prices In Film Productions as In Other Things. —— Paris, France. —.Sarah Bernhardt’s acting is worth a cent a yard, Coquelin’s costs 5 cents and Eva La Valliere can and does draw 10 cents, for every three feet of her posing. These . illuminating statistics cmne to light in the course of a suit which one of the moving picture companies is bringing because several miles of the product furbished them was said to be belojt standard. That posing ought to be paid for by the yard is no new-idea, although it is not generally stated with such brutal frankness. An evening’s “Entertainment” has to last a certain conventional number of minutes or it is "not worth the money.’’ It has to be cut into a conventional number of pieces and adorned with a certain kind of conventional embroidery. The “star” has to be on the stage a good portion of the time; in other words, he or she must contribute a certain number of yards of acting at every performance or the public will go where they can get more stuff for their money. * Bernhardt gets less from the moving picture people than Lavalliere — about one-tenth as much. That, also, is a good, concrete illustration of the market for tendencies which we deplore in theory and encourage in practice throughout our own theatrical season. Public demand, after all, determines the prices if not the values of theatrical commodities Just aa it

In other places Is worn an atrocity of the starchiest cambric with a wide flapping brim extending two-thirds of the way round the crown. Toward the front, however, the brim stops abruptly, leaving the unfortunate wearer’s face to the mercy of the sun. It is, by the way, extraordinary that the Bretonne does not more often fall a victim to sunstroke.

ITALY PLANS NEW KINGDOM.

Vienna Hears of Plot .to Unite Archipelago Under the Duke of the Abruzzi. Vienna. —“There is a strange story in circulation to the effect that the reqent assassination of Kopassls Effendi, the prince governor of the island of Samos, and the present agitation in Crete are the result of a scheme concocted in Rome. Another part of the plan is the creation of a kingdom in the archipelago, the ~ crown of which would be offered to the duke of the Abruzzi. Such a state, it is believed, would turn the balance of power in the Mediterranean tn favor of Italy.

Cows Invade Judge’s Office.

Portland, Me, —Three cows climbed the stairs In the Edmunds block at West Brook and entered the office of Municipal Judge Frank P. Pride.

does in other industries. If we can be Induced to pay most for the tinsel and paste, for the shoddy and the highly colored cotton, it Is hardly fair to put all the blame on. the managers. To use one of the classical expressions of our modern Rialto, theatrical managers are not “in it for their health.”

PATIENTS BALK AT SNORER

Human Foghorn Drives Sleep From Persons Confined In Hospital Ward at Cincinnati.—-The almost Incessant snoring of a patient in Ward E of the city hospital has caused a revolt among the fifty or more other patients confined’in that ward. For about twenty-two hours out of each twentyfour James Ramsey, a sufferer, sleeps. His sleep is/ accompanied by a deep sonorous sound which not only disturbs every patient in the ward, but can be distinctly heard in the corridors and adjacent wards. “For the love of Mike, take that human foghorn out of here!” one patient affected with a nervous disease said to the head nurse. ‘Tm going ’dippy,’ I know,” another patient said, after trying to sleep, but being unable to do so on account of the noise. “Make that fellow turn over on his side dr we will never get any sleep.”

Only One Male Student.

Westfield. Mass.—ln an enrollment of 207 , ttic SL&Cg there is but one male student