Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 157, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 July 1912 — Page 2

The Daily Republican fwyP»?tf«e|rtfc»Or HEALEY A CLARK, Publishers. RENSSELAER, INDIANA.

The FLYING MERCURY

By Eleanor M. Ingram

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

(Copyright 1010. bj BoW»-MemU Oo.) 10 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 Axes 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 race with the ‘.‘Mercury” at auto events, has engaged Lestrange, and at the Ffrench factory Emily encounters the young man. They refer pleasantly to their meeting when Dick comes along and recognizes 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 vsth an accident. Lestrange meets Emily In the moonlit garden of the Ffrench home. Under an impulse he cannot control he kisses her and she leaves him, confessing in her own heart that she returns his love. The uncle of Emily, learning of her attachment to Lestrange, Informs her that the man is his disbarred son, whom she has never seen before being adopted by him. He claims that his son ran away with a dissolute actress, refuses to acknowledge him, and orders Emily to ’ think of Dick as her future husband.

CHAPTER VIII. ' Six o’clock was the hour set for the start of the Beach race. And It was just seventeen minutes past five when Dick Ffrench, hanging in a frenzy of anxiety over the paddock fence circling the inside of the mile oval, uttered something resembling a howl and rushed to the gate to signal his recreant driver. From the opposite side of the track Lestrange waved gay return, making his way through the officials and friends who pressed around him to shake hands or slap his shoulder caressingly, jesting and questioning, calling directions and advice. A brass band played noisily in the grand-stand, where the crowd heaved and surged; the racing machines were roaring in their camps. “What’s the matter? Where were you?” cried Dick, when at last Lestrange crossed the course to the central field. “The cars are going out now , for the preliminary run. Rupert’s nearly crazy, snarlihg at everybody, and the other man has been getting ready to start instead of you.” " “Well, he can 'get unready,” smiled Lestrange. “Keep cool, Ffrench; I’ve got half an hour and I could start now. I’m ready.” He was ready; clad in the close-fit-ting khaki costume whose immaculate daintiness gave no hint of the certainty that before the first six hours ended it would he a wreck of yellow dust and oil. As he paused in running an appraising glance down the street-like row of tents, the whiteclothed driver of a spotless white car shot out on his way to the track, but halted opposite the latest arrival to stretch a cordial hand. *T hoped a trolley car had bittes you,” he shouted. “The rest of us would have more show if you got lost on the way, Darling.” The boyish driver at the next tent looked up as they passed, and came grinning over to give his clasp. “Get a move on; what you been doin’ all day, dear child? They’ve been givln’ your manager sal volatile to hold him still.” He nodded at the agitated Dick in ironic commiseration. “Go get out your car, Darlings 1 want to heat you,” chaffed the next in line. “ “Strike up the band, here comes a driver,’" sang another, with an entrancing French accent Laughing, retorting, shaking hands with each comrade rival, Lestrange went down the row to his own tent. At hls approach a swarm of mechanics from the factory stood back from the -long, low, gray car, the driver who was to relieve him during the night and day ordeal slipped down from the seat and unmasked. “He’s here,” announced Dick superfluously. "Rupert—where’s Rupert? Don't tell me he’s gone now! Leah*nngf w i But Rupert was already emerging from the tent with Leatrange’s gauntlets and cap, his expression a study ."It hurts me fierce to think how you ■X.\lll'll — 'A. laA M g.—. J tnUr>' lieivc fiuri tfu, oe uDbcryca.

beach, about three squares from here, watching the kiddies play in the sand. I didn’t feel like driving Just then. It was mighty soothing, too.” Rupert stared at him, a dry unwilling smile slowly crinkling his dark face. "Maybe, Darling,” he drawled, and turned to make his own preparations. Fascinated and useless, Dick looked on at the methodical flurry of the next few mbments; until Lestrange was in his seat and Rupert swung in beside him. Then a gesture summoned him to the Bide of the machine. “I’ll run in again before we race, of course,” said Lestrange to him, above the deafening noise of the motor. “Be’around here; I want to see you.” Rupert leaned out, all good-humor once more as he pointed to the machine. "Got a healthy talk, what?” be exulted. The car darted forward. A long round of applause welcomed Lestrange’s swooping advent on the track, Handkerchiefs and scarfß were waved; his name passed from mouth to mouth. “Popular, ain’t he?” chuckled a mechanic next to Dick. "They don’t forget that Georgia trick, no, sir,” It was not many times that the cars could circle the track. Quarter of six blew from whistles and klaxons, signal flags sent uthe cars to their camps for the last time before the race. v

“Come here,” Lestrange beckoned to Dick, as he brought his machine shuddering to a standstill before the tent. “Here, close —we’ve got a moment while they fill tanks.” He unhooked his goggles and leaned ever as Dick came beside the wheel, the face so revealed bright and quiet in the sunset of glow.

“One never can tell what may happen,” he said. “I’d rather tell you now than chance your feeling afterward that I didn't treat you quite squarely In keeping still. I hope you won’t take It is my father did; we’ve been good chums, you and I. I am your cousin, David Ffrench.” The moment furnished no words. Dick leaned against the car, absolutely limp. “Of course. I’m not going back to Ffrenchwood. After this race I shall go to the Duplex company; I used to be with them and they’ve wanted me back. Your company can get along without me, n»w all Is running well — indeed, Mr. Ffrench has dismissed me.” His firm lip bent a little more firmly, “The work I was doing is In your hands and Bailey’s; see it through. Unless you too want to break off with me, we’ll have more time to talk over this.” “Break off!” Dick straightened his chubby figure. “Break off with you, Les—” “Go on. My name is Lestrange now and always." A shriek from the official klaxon

"Water,” He Demanded Tersely.

summoned the racers, Rupert swung back to his seat. Dick reached his hand to the other in the first really dignified moment of his life. "I’m glad you’re my kin, Lestrange, ■■ he said. "I’ve liked you anyhow, but I’m glad, just the same. And I don’t care what rot they say of you. Take care of yourself.” Lestrange bared his hand to return the clasp, his warm smile flashing to his cousin; then the swirl of preparation swept between them and Dick next saw him as part of one of the throbbing, flaming row of machines -before the judges’ stand. It was not a tranquilizing experience for an amateur to witness the start, when the fourteen powerful cars sprang simultaneously for the first curve, struggling for possession of the narrow track in a wheel to wheel contest where one mlstouCh meant the wreck of many. After that first view, Didr sat weakly down on an oilbarrel and watched the race in a state of fascinated endurance. The golden and violet sunset melted pearl-like into the black cup of night. The glare of many searchlights made the track a glistening band of white, tind which circled the cars, themes gemmed with white and crimlamps. The cheers, of the peoas the lead was taken by one favorite or Another, the hum of voices, the music and uproar of the. machines blended-into a web of sound indescribable. , The spectacle was at once ultramodern and classic in antiquity of conception, At eight o'clock Lestrange came flying in. sent off the track to have a lamp relighted. 7 r— 1 —7 “Water” he demanded tersely, In Out sixty seconds of the ‘stop, and ianghfd openly at Dlckb expression while he took the cup. - v .v ■■ ■" ‘ ■ • - .£' d".

"Why didn’t you light It out there?" asked the novice, infected by the speed fever around him. "Forgot our matches,” Rupert flung over his shoulder, as they dashed out again. An oil-smeared mechanic patronislngly explained; “You can’t have cars manicuring all over the track and people tripping over ’em. You get sent off to light up, and if you don’t go they fine you laps made.” Machines darted in and out from their camps at intervals, each waking a frenzy of excitement among its men. At ten o’clock the Mercury car came in again, this time limping with a flat tire, to be fallen on by its mechanics. ‘‘We’re leading, but we’ll lose by this,” said Lestrange, slipping out to relax and meditatively contemplating the alternate driver, who was standing across the camp. “Ffrench, at twelve I’ll have to come in to rest some, and turn my machine over to the other man. And I won’t have him wrecking it for me. I want you, as owner, to give him absolute orders to do no speeding; let him hold a fifty-two mile an hour average until I take the wheel again.” “Mer “I can’t do It You, of course.” “You could,” Dick answered. "I’ve been thinking how you and I will run that factory together. It’s all stuff about your going away; why should you? You and your father take me as junior partner, you know I’m not big enough for anything else.” “You’re man’s size,’’ Lestrange assured, a hand on his shoulder. “But —it won’t dp. I’ll not forget the offer, though, never.”

“All on!" a dozen voices signaled; men "scattered in every direction as Lestrange sprang to his place. - The hours passed on the wheels of' excitement and suspense. When Lestrange came in again, only a watch convinced Dick that it was midnight. “You gave the order?" Lestrange asked. “Yes.” He descended, taking off his mask and showing a face white with fatigue under the streaks of dust and grime. “I’ll be all right in half an hour,” he nodded, In answer to Dick’s exclamation. “Send one of the boys foi coffee, will you, please? Rupert needs some, too. Here, one of you others, ask orie of those Idle doctor’s apprentices to come over with a fresh bandage; my arm’s a trifle untidy.” In fact, his right sleeve was wet and red, where the strain of driving had reopened the injury of the day be fore. But he would hot allow Dick to speak of It. “I’m going to spend an hour or two resting. Come in, Ffrench, and we’ll chat in the intervals, If you like;” "And Rupert? Where’s he?” Dick wondered, peering Into the dark with a vague impression of lurking dangers on every side.

“He’s hurried in out of the night air;” reassured familiar accents; a small figure lounged across into the light, making vigorous use of a dripping towel. “Tell Darling I feel faint and I’m going over to that grand-stand case ala car to get some pie. I’ll be back in time to read over my last lesson from the chauffeur’s correspondence school. Oh; see what’s here!” A telegraph messenger boy bad come up to Dick. “Richard Ffrench?” he verified. “Sign, please.’’ The message was from New York “All coming down,” Dick,read. “Limousine making delay. Wire me at St Royal of race. Bailey.” Far from pleased, young Ffrench hurriedly wrote the desired answer and gave it to the boy to/be sent. But he thrust the yellow envelope into his pocket before turning to the tent where Lestrange was drinking cheap black coffee while an impatient young surgeon hovered near. The hour’s rest was characteristically spent. Washed, bandaged, and refreshed, Lestrange dropped on a cot in the hack of the tent and pushed a roll of motor garments beneath his head for a pillow. There he intermittently spoke to his companion of whatever the moment suggested; listening to every sound of the race and interspersing acute comment, starting up whenever the voice of his own machine hinted that the driver was disobeying instructions or the shrill klaxon gave warning of trouble. But through it all Dick gathered much of the family story. (to be Continued.)

But in Her Case

Woman’s wit readily adapts itself to all places and all occasions. A woman lecturer was delivering a practical talk on beauty and the beauty cult for the entertainment of the Woman’s Professional league of New York at an interesting session one afternoon. In the course of her lecture the speaker emphasized thepoint that certain measurements were fundamentally important Unhappily, however, the urer herself had a form—if her un <sual bulk could he dignified by snch a term —that was fashioned on anything but the lines of the Kellermann type. Proceeding with her dissertation on. measurements, she held up a very fat round wrist and said: "Now, twice around my wrist once around my throat Twice around my throat, once around my waist Twice around ray waist **: L . ;== “Qncearouhd Central Park!" ploded an irrepressible young thing out in the audience, and the storm of laughter that followed was altogether immeasurable.—Sunday Magazine.

THIS is a photograph of the committee of the treasury department whose duty is to see that all old money is destroyed. The woman is Miss Louise Lester, the only one of her sex who has served on the Committee. Sue was appointed from Maryland by President Taft The old money, at the rate of hearty $5,000,000 a day, is thrown into the receptacle shown in the foreground. Below It is a machine that cuts up the bills into tiny bits. Later the mass is mixed with a solution that takes out all coloring matter and the pulp then is sold to makers of novelties.

BEGIN LONG TRIP

Couple From Brooklyn, N. Y., Expect to Circle Globe. Daniel Pearl and Beatrice Garten Plan to Wed When Youth Secures Employment—Brothers Start on 10r 000 Mile Auto Tour. New York.—With but one lonesome dollar as their wealth and less than half a dozen articles of wearing apparel as their luggage, a young man and a girl, his sweetheart, left on one of the Hudson river boats recently on their first leg of what they hope will be a trip around the world. The man is Daniel Pearl of 752 Quincy street, Brooklyn. His companion is Miss Beatrice Garten, eighteen years old, and pretty, who lives with her parents at 1162 Washington avenue, the Bronx. As they stood on the pier at the foot of Christopher street, waiting in vain for Louis Manheim, another young man who promised to accompany the two, Pearl told of his prospects and how they decided on the trip. “I have long desired to make a trip around the world. About a week ago I met Miss Garten, who was employed at one of the local department stores. We fell In love with each other at first sight, you might say. I told her of my resolution to tour the earth, and dared her to accompany me.” “And I would not take the dare. That’s why I am here to make the start,” put in the young woman, and she toyed nervously with her sweetheart’s tie. “We decided that we would start with one dollar as our capital. We Will leave the boat at Saugertles, and from there by walking, and riding when I have earned money, will head for San Francisco. When we arrive there we hope to have earned enough money to take passage to Japan. If not, I will look for a job on one of the ships.

ROOSTER IS BURGLAR ALARM

Awaken* Neighbors of Owner, Who Finds Thieves Rifling „ Hen Coop< Louisville, Ky.—The goose whose cackling warned the Roman populace of the invasion of the Goths aad Huns will now have to share honors with Wallace Renfro’s rooster, which crowed so loud one night that Vc-he awakened Mr. Renfro’s neighbors in time for them to give chasa to two burglars who were rifling his hen coop. The looters managed to secure four fowlß, which they carried despite the fact that they were pursued for several blocks. They had evidently come with the intention of making a wholesale cleanup, as they left behind sevto stow the fowls. Mr. Renfro was not at home at the time of the raid on Mb hen eixip, but the shrill crowing—olhislrooster caused several neighbors to deep out of their Windows Juet In tim* to see dusky forms gliding about in ffie back yard of the home at No. 3911 West Broadway. They gave chase, lint were outdistanced by the fleet thieves. The hen roost of 6. F. hffnott, at 3909 West Broadway, next doer to Mr. Renfro’s place, was also rohped, and several valuable fowls were taken.

Carelessness Causes Death of Three.

Jacksonville, Ore. Lofis Bogdon, a laborer employed al a quarry near here, smoked * cigarette while preparing a charge of dynamite., In the explosion that followed Bogden j and two other laborers were? blown to j bits. •-v v - 1

DESTROYING NEARLY $5,000,000 A DAY

“But the first money I earn,” he added, with a sparkle In his eyes, “shall be for the -purchase of a marriage license. That I hope will be soon.” To this final remark the girl nodded her head. “That was one of the stipulations of the dare," she said. New Haven, Conn. —E. D. and A. N. Mead, brothers, of Orange, left here in their automobile, and will encircle the United States before they return. A third member of the party on the 10,000 mile jaunt is their dog, “Bob.” The auto will be their home during the trip. They carry on it, besides their clothing, a tent and camping and cooking utensils, besides a supply of food. They intend to camp as the fancy strikes them, pitch their tent, cook their meals and stay as long as they please, :} Their route is down the Atlantic coast to the Gulf of Mexico, thence along the gulf and into Mexico, where they will stay several weeks. From there they will run up. the Pacific coast to British Columbia and eastward through Canada, finishing up by a dash down the Hudson river. Bob is a very important member of the combination. One of his uses will be to split any herds of cattle that may he encountered, so that the auto may run through. Another is to determine the depth of water in streams to be forded, Bob having been trained to yelp If the water Is more than a certain depth. He is as enthusiastic an autoist as either of his masters, and has accompanied the auto every time it has left the garage. The Meads, both of whom are wealthy, expect to be gone a year. 1 ,

Washington. The customs receipts of the Dominican republic are still increasing rapidly under American control, as shown by the fact that for the nine months ended April, 1912, they aggregated $2,683,530, an Increase of $256,258.

Japanese Cook Stew Sea Captain Noted for Brutality After He Is Abused, by His Master. ■'ip'- l « J; ' San Francisco. —Tales of lawless ways on ships in the Pacific told by the fiction writers are well borne out by the story that lies behind the detention here on a charge of murder of S. Okulu, a Japanese, who was cook on the schooner Americana. He slew Carl Benson, the captain, on a voyage from Australia. Members of the crew testified that he was justified, and prominent Japanese here will see that he is ably defended.. Captain Benson, a native of Sweden,, forty-three years old, had a reputation throughout the Pacific of being a bully. Big and strong and with a quick temper, he frequently came to blows with his men, and in the recolreturned’ from a voyage without having to face charges of brutality. Several times he has come into this port with some of his men in irons, and once-both his first and second mates were so confined. When he left Puget sound on his last voyage to Australia Okulu shipped as cook, and the men who were on the vessel say that the little Japanese wis efficient in his galley and courteous and peaceful hi his dealings with others. Captain Benson, however, continually baited him and cast aspirations on the Japanese, and, angered by his non-resistence, physically tlltreated him. When Newcastle was reached all but two of the crew left the ship, saying they could not stand

Dominican Republic Prosperous.

Bully of Pacific Is Killed

FISH FOR 40,000 DESTROYED

Wholesalers Declare They Cannot Sell at Low Prices —Buyer* Fear Taint. ; New York.—While the cost of living: is mounting steadily and beef is bringing Civil- war prices, tons of fresh fish, are being shipped dally from Fulton market, the headquarters of the New York fish trade, to be made Into fertilizer. On some days more than 200 barrels of fish have been destroyed—enough to supply 40,000 meals. In fact for several weeks more fish have gone to the fertilizer companies than, have been sold to the retail trade in New York city. Wholesale dealers say they have todestroy the fish because the public apparently is afraid to buy at the low prices. Exceptionally large catches are reported all the way from Cape Henry, Va., to Seabright, N. J., and the supply of fish is 75 per cent, larger than the average season. The chief reason that good eating: fish have been destroyed, says a statement given out by the market officials, “is that dealers who place It on sale at low prices cannot sell it. The average man does not know how to judge the condition of a fish, and the only test of its quality is the price. It is lower than he has been In the habit of paying, he Is afraid the fish Is stale. He won’t buy unless the dealer charges two or three times what would be a fair price. * Another factor is the belief of many people in this city that freßh fish can. be obtained only on Friday. They think what Is on the market any other day is stale or left over. As fish day cemes only once a week, the retailer has only one good selling day in the week, and he has to make a larger profit, so he sells at an advance of from 300 to 500 per cent. "The public is capricious in another respect. It has a taste for winter fish In summer, and for summer fish in winter. When fish is in season, the demand usually Bhlfts for some other variety that probably Is costlier and poorer in quality.”

the ill treatment they had received, and Okulu also tried to quit, but was restrained by Captain Benson. On the return journey, according to the seamen, Okulu was subjected daily to taunts and violence. There was no witness to the shooting, but the cook says the captain entered his galley and accused him of waste and dishonesty. His denial was followed by revilings and then by a blow that felled him. He arose and was knocked down again. Fearing for his life, he jumped up, ran to his bunk, took out a pistol and fired five Bhots at the captain. The bully ran after the first shot and died on the main deck. It was five days before the officers left in charge put Okulu in confinement by chaining him to a table in the dining room, and then he was well treated by all.

GETS EGGS TO BUILD CHURCH

Pastor Plans a Novel Bcheme to Raise Money to Ereet New Btone Edifice. Colville, Wash.—The Rev. G. H. Rice, pastor of the First Congregational church of Cdlville, opened his campaign for funds to build a SIO,OOO stone church. The plan proposed to the Sunday school was for each of V tile families patronizing the Sunday school who kept s poultry .yard to contribute all of the eggs laid on Sunday between June 1 and Septl, tho pastor to market the eggs and turn the proceeds into the church building treasury. ' r