Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 166, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 July 1912 — Page 3

The Bar of Red

By June Gaban

1 1 ' "" (Copyright, HQ, by Associated Literary “Spell it,” said Constance, biting the end of her pencil. Lois glanced at the slip of paper beaide her. "L’Hommedieu,” she Bpelled out slowly. “First name Paul. What does that mean, Connie?” “Man. of God, doesn’t it, or God’s man. Very mediaeval, isn’t it? Have you seen him?” ?r Lois nodded absently, her hands idle on her lap, her eyes looking out of the west window to where the falls swept over the dam in a great flashing horse<ehoe of light and foam. Above it the logs were piled high in a Jam. From the window she could see the men working on them, prying, pushing, trying to release them. ' i “It’s the second day,” Constance {talked on with the easy cheerfulness iof sixteen. She was fresh from the • {convent up at GraUdiere, the quaint (old Canadian town across the Straits. {Here in the white pine country of the ‘Peninsula she seemed lost. i Lois was different Years ago when ‘both girls were children, a man had •' ‘ridden one day up through the great [forests from the lake settlements, and 'he carried a child before him on the - - {saddle, a girl with great, dark-lashed # blue eyes like his own, and short curly (brown hair. ■ “She had for mother a French girl (down Charlevoix way,” he told Coni stance’s mother and father, who kept (the big log house boarding place above the falls, where the loggers lived in the season. "She is very quiet little girl. She will not bother anybody. 1 will take care of her, and pay for her.” “You any relation to her?” asked (Betty Morgan, in her cheerful way that no one took offense from. “She looks (just like you.” * “She is my daughter,” the man told ‘her simply. "Her mother is very beau (tiful girl.” “Where is she?” asked Betty bluntjly, eyeing the child, and noting the (good quality of her clothes. This was ;no jogger’s child, she decided. “She is dead, but one month now," Ihe answered gravely, one hand upon (the child’s head. >"After this Lois and {myself we have to grow up together, .eh, Lois?” ' I ! He had stayed there in the white jpine country for years, making few {friends, living at the Morgans, working steadily, happy to watch the child grow and blossom. She was a tall, istrong limbed girl, unlike the fluffyhaired, blue-eyed Constance. She could step from log to log like the men. and jloved to climb on the piled up mass of ;a Jam above the falls, and peer over lat the foaming, leaping water far below. “It makes me dlxzy to do Lois.” •Connie would say. “How can you? You are like a boy.” \ “Ah, if she had been a boy, history would have been all changed,” her father would exclaim, a sudden glow lightening bis eyes. “Then she would ‘have taken up my work and finished jit; now 1 must leave it go for her sake, and rest always beside her.” As she grew older the words had a new meaning for Lois. “There is somebody you would take •revenge on;’’ she asked one day, with a touch of his own abruptness. He met her gaze in silence for a minute “How old are you, Lois?” "Nearly sixteen.” “Your mother was nineteen when you were born. She Is so beautiful. Lois; I can never tell you how beautiful she was. And there is one man who hates me always because I have married her. He followed me down Ca the Straits, then back up through Territory, then dqwn again, always we know he is Just there, behind us. And finally, one night be came to our place, our house, and she sits by the fire ropking you to sleep. We are far In the woods, so we give always the might's shelter to anybody who is lost But when I see his face, I remember Ihlin, and your mother put you down quickly, and comes between us. even while he lifts his gun and shoots at me.” Lois’ strong young hand clasped hie tightly. Her cheek was pressed against his knee as she knelt beside him. "Did he get away?" "Yes. 1 have to look after her first "He patted her hair gently. “Some day maybe we will find him.” "If we ever do,” whispered Lois, "it won’t make any difference, my being a girl. I will help you, father.” But the breath of life slipped out of old Fontaine before his heart’s desire' came true, and Lois had been left alone at the Morgans. Connie went to the convent, but she remained alone in the woods, with old Mrs. Morgan. Then every spring when the logs were ■floated down the river, there came Paul L’Hommedieu up from the lake settlements to work In the logging ~._ n He was the first ™-n whose whose broad young shoulders overtopped ner own, wno was not air&iu ; when Conhie came home from the con-

i• ’ - him to the towns when the logging season was over. * that had grown in tiMßhadow of the great towering pines, and very charmingly. very frankly, she bestowed her coquetries and flavors on the tall, blonde lumberman. "Make eyes and shrug shoulders at the other men,” Lois arid her. curtly. “Paul is mine.” “Is her’, laughed Constance. "You have good taste.” “That night the two girls stood watching the jam. and men working on it like beavers. Paul paused a moment by their side. "In Charlevoix we have nothing like this, Lois,” he said, tenderly. "Yon will miss it.” Constance’s lashes drooped. “You are from Charlevoix?” she asked innocently. All that afternoon she had been making Inquiries among the other men, and the whole past of the lad lay open to her. She knew that he had ignored her advances, and the little tang of Indian blood that ran in her veins from big Kirk Morgan sang its own little song of revenge. “Did you ever know a man there name Fontaine?” "TT Both Lois and Paul turned to look at her. T“Louis Fontaine?” “He Was Lois* father.” Constance smiled slowly, straight up into his eyes. She had found out that the man whe had shot Lois’ mother was named L’Hommedieu. The startled ,look in Paul’s eyes did the rest for her. "Eh, Paul, if it were only twenty years ago, and your father could meet him here, there would be more tragedy. It would make our old woods livelier.” Lois’ eyes questioned him mutely. Did the bar of red lie between them, making their Jove, almost a horror to think of? His own eyes were filled with startled dread. A cry of the men on the jam made him leap* for the nearest logs, as the mass...started to move towards the falls. He had gained the summit of the jam., Lois watched him with a quick beating heart. She heard Constance laugh beside her. “Is he yours now?’’ she asked, softly. Z.jTt' 4 ' The men were leaping from the logs now, as they neared the falls. It was rißky work, always to catch a foothold on the swirling, ever turning, slippery logs. The last was Paul. A log caught In midstream and swept crossways. Another dovetailed it, more clambered like lining things on its ridge, and a second jam was threatened. Paul worked steadily, deftly, while the men shouted to him of his danger, there on the very brink of the falls. When the logs parted,’ he might be swept to certain death with them. And suddenly Lois started out towards him over the logs. Sfce had no thought of Having him, rather a desperate, longing to *go with him when he went over. But the shout from the shore unnerved him, and as he looked back to catch its cause, he lost his footing, and fell backwards into the water. At any second the jam might give way and stveep them over,’ but Lot* reached the place, and as he rose she caught him, and hauled him half way up on the logs. He had been struck on the back of the head and was hilf unconscious, but she held him until Morgan and another lumberman had come to the rescue. And just as they reached the shore In safety with their burden the Jam gave way with a mighty rqar and the logs dashed over the falls like Jackstraws. It was the next week after Constance bad gone back to the convent that Paul opened his eyes and looked at the figure beside his bed. His bead was bandaged and his whole body throbbed with pain. One thing In all the world seemed to stand out clearly —Lola’ uplifted face, with the deep blue eyes, and dark curly mass of hair around It, and her l|ps, a wonderful deep coral red against the clear olive of her face. , "Was it not punishment enough to know he had killed the one be loved?” he asked slowly. “He suffered most, Lois. I can remember. He was not my father, but my father’s younger brother. We came down from the Straits to care for him after he lost his mind. I can always see him pacing up and down the sand on the lake shore, calling to Lois to come hack and set him free from torment I did not know that I would love Lois too—another Lois." Lois knelt beside the bed and laid her face against his bead, as sbe had loved to do to her father's, and both knew the bar of red could cast no flame of ruin over their young lives. Loye bad turned it to living gold.

Scholarly, Industrious Writer.

The death ia England of Pro! Alfred John Church has terminated a career of extraordinary physical vigor and literary activity. Professor Church was best known to scholars as the translator with W. J. Brodribb of Tacitus’ and Pliny’s letters. But he had a much larger audience among English bo>s and giris by his popular versions from Homer, Virgil, Herodotus and Livy. Altogether he was the author of some seventy books, which, however, must have represented a comparatively small part of his literary labors, if The Nation’s statement is true that he was the author of nearly 40,000 book reviews. Most of his critical work yas done for The Bpeetator, to which he was introduced by B. H. Hutton. He was for a time curate to F. D. Mguriee. He was all his life a cricketer. »hd as a fisherman had a British record of catching gffif. New York <ng Po * t •u Win*. mhM VJ* *- talk u oirus wum tßugoi 10 ms, [ "Pigeon English, of oowse.” ’

Pest-Hole of the Pacific

RUN your finger down the eightieth parallel of longitude ■west. Pause at the equator and note a small dot about two degrees south of the Intersection of the two lines. The name attached to the dot, if the map be large enough, will be Guayaquil, Only those who have visited Guayaquil or who have noted recent Ecuadoran' news dispatches have any idea of the sanitary conditions existing there. Ecuador, according to magazine writers and travelers who have touched merely on the higher portions of the country, has a climate “second to none In the world.” But it is not because of its climate that the attention of the United States has been called to Guayaquil, nor is it because of the death of the tuberculous patienjts that the hand of the state department is upraised to fall on Ecuador. It is because* according to health authorities who have visited the city, Guayaquil 'is the most unhealthful, the most unclean and the least sanitary port in the world. It is because of the danger that yellow fever, bubonic plague and leprosy—all of which live and thrive in unwashed Guayaquil—may spread to Panama and through the canal to the gulf ports and eastern cities of the United States. It Is because a United States naval officer, Commander Levi C. Bertolette of the gunboat Yorktown, was stricken with yellow fever while In the performance of his duty in Guayaquil a few monthß ago and died within two days, while 11 of his men fell from the same cause. And, finally, It Is because Guayaquil is in the hands of one of the best organized, most rapacious and utterly unscrupulous “Tweed rings” which ever dominated and all but throttled an entire country while menacing the» commerce of the world for their private gain. v '.Only Promises.. jThe parental eye of the United States government has long been on, Guayaquil. Twenty years ago reports from- this port indicated a disregard for sanitation and health, regulations which threatened seriously to disrupt commerce, and the United States then intimated that something must be done to clean up the port or a more rigid qyder would be issued. The Ecuadoran authorities, after promising to comply with the international health code, allowed the matter to lapse, and the American government, for some unexplained reason, took no further action. Another outcry against Guayaquilan filth was made in 1902, when yellow fever claimed Thomas Nast, the American cartoonist, then consul general of Ecuador, who, despite elaborate precautions against the yellow scourge, contracted the disease and died within a few days. Again the municipal and federal authorities promised to clean up “the pesthole of the Pacific"—and again they failed to do A 6. . «; i An indication of the Ecuadoran lack of appreciation for the dangers of yellow fever may be obtained from the message sent Secretary of State Boot upon the occasion of his visit to South America "a ftw years after Nast’s death. Guayaquil was at first Included in the Boot itinerary, but the secretary, being informed of the lack of sanitary precautions there, canceled his engagement The Guayaquilan authorities, upon learning the reason for the secretary’s action, wrote him “regretting that a few cases of yellow fever, sporadic, should prevent Secretary Boot from visiting the premier port of, Ecuador.” The death from yellow fever of Dr. William M. Wightman, U. S. P. H. and M. H. a, stationed at Guayaquil, again caused an outcry against insanitary conditions there, particularly since Doctor Wightman was supposed to have been Immune to the disease. Ever since the Panama canal project has become.su established fact health officers in the canal zone have made repeated demands for the sanitation of Guayaquil, but the recent aeam or commander isertoiette goaded the United States to deciatye action, and the state department has determined that Guayaquil must be cleaned before the opening of the ' ' . V * . *

tion sufficient to cut off Ecuadoran icommerce from the outside World’ will be taken and Guayaquil will be practically starved into submission. Always Afflicted With Yellow Fever. Guayaquil is one of the most Important ports on the western coast of South America. It has the only first class harbor in Ecuador, and because of this lack of competition the city refuses to worry about its sanitary condition. According to the report of Chief Quarantine Officer J. C. Perry, U. 3. P. H. and M. H. S., Guayaquil Is always • afflicted with yellow fever. Even In the dry season, when the stegomyla (yellow fever) mosquitoes are fewest, the disease is to be found in some parts of the city. This Is due to a great extent to the fact that only three streets are satisfactorily paved, and many depressions exist for the formation of pooler, providing breeding places for the mosquitoes. Half of the city is forced to depend upon accumulated rain water for its water supply, while the Other half, Rousing sotne 40,000 persons, is fed by an 11-iuch main from Bucay, totally Inadequate to carry enough water for the needs of the inhabitants. In addition to this, the barrels and tanks üßed for the collection of rain water are unscreened and form excellent breeding places for the death dealing stegomyla. Smallpox Is also prevalent in Guayaquil, and, as little is done to prevent its spread, It marches on practically unhindered. Patients are not isolated, little disinfection is attempted and general vaccination has never been tried. “Leprosy,” according to Doctor Parker’s 1911 report, “Is frequently seen about the streets of the city. Five cases of this disease are always reported on the bills of health for the information of health officers, but the actual number of cases is unknown and no attempt at segregation la made.” But it la not because of her yellow fever, smallpox or leprosy that th« United States fears Guayaquil and is considering taking steps to close the port—it is because of the bubonic plague, which stalks unhampered through her streets. Brought into Ecuador by Asiatic ships in 1907, the dreaded scourge of the Orient spread rapidly through the crowded, dirty city until people died by the hundreds. Dr. B. J. Lloyd, the health officer then statiohedaOhe Ecuadoran port, had obtained favor with the then president of Ecuador (General Eloy Alfaro, recently lynched by a drink crazed mob) by curing him of an apparently fatal attack of diabetes, and when the plague appeared in Guayaquil Doctor Lloyd Immediately commenced an active campaign against it He had long preached the doctrine of sanitation and hygiene to the Guayaqullans, but they had not heeded him. Now, with hundreds of deaths from plague occurring every mouth, they turned to the American physician In their extremity. General Alfaro himself contributed about fIIO.OOO a month from the government treasury to fight the plague, and alter a five months’ struggle Doctor Lloyd stamped out smallpox, reduced the .deaths from yellow fever to a minimum and had begun to make inroads upon the plague.

"Which Is Pa ?"

The Sunday school teacher was explaining to the class how the priests of olden times thought that, by torturing themselves, they became better men. V , "There aren’t any men at the present time so foolish as to think thut any good will ever come from halting themselves, are there?” she asked. “Yes. My pa’s one,” piped up a little boy, “for every time be licks me be says it’s for the best, but it hurts him as much as It does me. He’s either aa„Awful liar, or else he tortures himself something awful,”

Making it Right.

Lady (at fashionable ball)—Do you know that ngly gentleman sitting opPOBlt «*T ,7 . ~ ~ Partner—That la my brother, madam. tk# UMS^-

GERMANY'S ESPIONAGE

,v / ;;L „ - EVERY VISITOR IS UNDER THE WATCH OF THE POLICE. He Must Give Full Account of Himself and Hid Intentions—Use of Red Ink Brings Serious Consequences. / ' .• '4 . The recent conviction as a spy of the English lawyer, Mr. Btewart, made ft clear to everyone who read the socount of the trial that German law is very different to our own. Hew different it requires a visit to Germany to realize. Before you have stayed in a German town for a week a policeman calls. He politely inquires your age, your nationality, and how long you intend to stay. Your answer be notes down in one of tbo small library of little books which he carries with him. ' If you take a house in Germany you must notify the police; if you move to another you must comply with the same formalfty. If you hire a servant girl you must purchase a yellow blank, and report the fact. When she leaves a greed form must be sent to the police stating why she is dismissed. If you use the telephone in Germany you must he careful how you speak to the employes. At Carlsruhe a gentleman, impatient at long delay, called out: "Are you asleep, miss?” and was fined five dollars for offering "an unjustifiable insult” Whatever you do, be careful not to use red ink when writing to the police. The president of the Social Democrat society at Hetscheudorf did so, and was summoned and fined for "inciting the representatives of law to break the peace.” In all small matters you must exercise the greatest care, so as not to run the risk of Insulting other people. A certain count von Friedland had a quarrel with an insurance agent named Joseph Bock. /The eount presently summoned the latter, because, as he alleged, the agent stared at him whenever they met, in a manner which "revealed hate and contempt.” Poor Bock was found guilty and fined flO, with the alternative of ten days’ Imprisonment. A Berlin Iron worker named Wllleck got Into trouble the other day in a maimer Incredible to English Ideas. He was watching a fat policeman chase a riotous merrymaker, and the vision of the former’s stout legs twinkling along amused him so that he burst Into a fit of laughter. This was construed as an Indictable offense —serious scandal—and the unhappy Willeck went to prison for a week. The proprietor of a widely-known patent medicine took a quarter of a column in a German newspaper. The publisher was summoned and fined for “bombastic advertisement” It was considered that the advertisement was too long and that it irritated the readers. A German soldier was recently hahled up for the serious offense of failing to salute his officer in the street For this the punishment la two months' imprisonment He pleaded that he was short-sighted, and at once was sentenced to an extra fortnight’# confinement for failing to report his condition. —London Tit-Bits.

Definition of Tact.

Tact Is a combination of good temper, ready wit, quickness of perception and ability to take in the exigency of the occasion instantly. It is never offensive, but Is a balm allaying suspicion and soothing. It Is appreciated. It Is plausible without being dishonest, apparently consults the welfare of the second party, and does not manifest any selfishness. It is never antagonistic, never opposes, never strokes the hair the wrong way and never irritates. Tact, like a fine manner, eases toe way, takes the Jar out of the Jolts, oils the bearings, opens doors barred to others, sits In the drawing-room when others must wait In the reception hall, gets into the private office when others are turned down. It admits yon into exclusive circles, where wealth abounds, even though poor. It secures the position when merit to turned away. Tact to a great manager; It easily controls people, even when combined with small ability, where genius cannot get along.

Women and Municipal Affairs.

Frol say, a small town halfway between Paris and Amiens in France, to said to be the only civilised community in which the municipal affairs are entirely In the hands of women. The mayor is a woman, and so to the superintendent of the railway station, the switchman, the mail carrier and the town barber. Mme. Leseboro to the telegraph messenger and Mme. Drnhon-Marchardin to the drummer whose duty It to to announce each proclamation of the mayor. Mme. Dru-hou-Marcbardin Is described as an octogenarian who has held her post through wind and rain for upwards of 20 years. The letter carrier, Mme. Doubour, has held her office for more th«n ten years and goes about with her letters regardless of the weather.

Not a Criterion.

“What makes man to he to a clever lawyer.” "My dear sir, to aaeume that a elever lawyer to neeeeeaxfly a greet statesman to toe wmeas taktag^itfos ft . -.y -, ? ■ ■/a' ?:

NO SPOOKS FOR MUGGINS

i —* U: Was Afraid of Nothing He Could Uff*v derstand. But Apparition Was Too Much for Him. 1 Muggins goes to camp with Mwfdflpg every summer on the shore of a large inland lake, and one of the bandog's! favorite amusements here is in chasing the tiny chipmunks which throng the woods. He never was known to capture one, but this does net in the least dampen his enthusiasm tor the pursuit It is amusing to watch Muggins hustle one of these tiny creatures up into a big tree and then sit patiently at its foot waiting tor his prey to come down—which it quite often does, but on the opposite side of the trunk, whence it scurries away to pas- ’j| tures new, while poor deluded Muggins, all unaware of its escape, sits gazing intensely upward In wide-eyed anticipation of his quarry's reappearance. Muggins despises water, but one day > in his eager rush for a chipmunk he was over the bank before be knew it and landed kerflop on bis back with ri such force as to send him way below the surface. Disgust spoke from every feature of his expressive countenance ' as he hastily scrambled ashore. Once as Muggins’ master stood in ) the boathouse on the lake shore and saw his favorite trotting toward him, a mischievous thought came to him and he prepared to surprise the innocent bulldog. Hastily cutting two round holes for his eyes in a big paper flour bag, which lay at hand, he pulled it down over his head and shoulders and doubled over so as to look altogeter unnatural. Just as Muggins entered the door he sprang forward with a dismal "boo!" and the dog, who fears nothing on the face of the earth which he can understand, jumped backward, rending too air with a series of distracted barks, then tore wfldly away on a race for his life, without even a backward glance at the awful apparition. He did not stop at camp, but fled into a field far above, where he installed himself In the open and continued his excited barking for over three hours, when he ff*s finally coaxed back to quarters by his repentant tormentor.

Then They Hit Up the Sirup.

"While on a western tour in connection with certain investigations of the committee on Indian aff&irs, Senator Carroll E. Page of Vermont happened to get in conversation with a man. at Ashland, Wis. "Prom Vermont V chuckled the man. "Why, I was born at Swan ton, Vt." "So was I,” said the senator^fjg "My father ran a store on Howto.,-; ant's row in Swanton.’’ "So did mine," replied the Vermont senator. "My father dealt in hides and wool." "So did mine," echoed the senator. “My father was a member of the firm of Page, Sanborn * Co." “So was mine," cried Senator Page, with a twinkle in his eye "Shake!" And they "shook" heartily. In this unexpected way the sons of the old Vermont partners had met after 40 years, and tradition has It that they went off quietly am in urn for a feast of maple sirup, in memory of childhood days at Swanton in toe old Green Mountain state.—Joe Chappie’s News-Letter.

The Burnt Child.

A rural clergyman missed one of his parishioners several successive Sundays from his place in chnreh and when he met the absentee one day he said: "Well, William, I haven’t seen yon at chnrch for some time." "No, sir. I have reasons for stayin' away." “Oh, you have! And what may your reasons be? I should like to explain them away, if possible." "Well, sir, I doubt you'll manage that. They are very decided objections. The first is that I don’t believe in bein’ where one does all toe speakltT; the second is that I don’t believe in so much Bingin’ as we get to your church; the third, and last, and most important reason of all is that It was in your chnrch that I got my wife!"

Live Your Life.

we are, and why we are put on earth. One day is added to another and we seem to be no further advanced on the pathway of our livea. As Mark Twain would hare put It, we do not appear to be gaining on the scenery. Yet there is room in the world, and need In the world, for each and every one of us, and, therefore, we must keep on going to the end. Emerson has a poem in which the squirrel talks to the mountain and says:: If I cannot carry forests on my back neither can you crack a nut.” You can do somelive your life. You have the chance. If you will only take it, and I have mine. If we can do nothing else we can at least be some one's friend, and ; there is nothing that the world keenly wants and sadly needs.—Ladles’ Home Journal.

Very Fond of Smith.

“You are fond of Smith, aren’t yoatf “Very.’* “He hasn’t much character?” n • ■■ 1 “He is dulL" tve Jr 1 d ° TOn y tw2 l€ --^?ew n aVkN. a ili ” .