Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 180, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 July 1912 — Page 3

HE gad-about, globe-trotting English and Americans, always looking for something new, have turned their restlessness to good account and located many a pleasant corner, favored by nature, on the old earth. Also, they spread tne glad tidings when they find a place worth while, and straight way mcny others fol- • low, to see for themselves. In this way the play-grounds of the Americans have been established.

Let a place be comparatively easy of access, have attractions of climate and i scenery, natural beauty and historic interest, its fortune Is made or its doom is sealed, depending upon the way you look at it For the ! tourist, be he of the globe-trotting or the annual vacation variety, will begin to turn his iface thither, in ever increasisg numbers. There are the Bermuda Islands, for instance. They are about forty hours sail (pretty snappy sailing) from New York, and the number of i tourists who visit them annually outnumbers |the native population by a third. It is no wonider, for within so short a distance of the rush and roar and turmoil and splendor and splurge of New York, lies this small group of many lislands; a little, tranquil, well-governed, easygoing world, made up of dark green verdure, gay with flowers, set in the most vividly blue sea that over was. Imagine a New Yorker in i the thick of things, wqary of winter and more i weary of strife, with his fancy turning to a place where there is no hurry, no worry, no skyscrapers, no hoarse horn of automobile, no clang of trolley nor splutter of motorcycle, no brass band, vociferous newly-rlch, no abject, incapable, disheartening poverty, and where no one seemh anxious to get his money away from i him by hook or crodk; it is no wonder that the I spring-time isles look good to him. And the 'Chicagoan, in his big, sooty, slovenly town, 'living whole-heartedly where they have “two 'seasons —winter and August," where the thermometer skips from withering heat to ling cold in an hour or so and the population believes in the coming of spring in the face of everything to the contrary. A small bright, sightly world, made up of deep green Islands, set in a sea of turquoise and sheltered by a wall of reefs, never very cold, never very hot, always bright with sunlight, Bermuda appeals to him. The Islands are dotted with towns and villages; quaint, old-time places, with narrow lanes of streets. The houses are built of coral rock and look as if they might last forever. Thjs coral rock is easy to quarry and is sawed in blocks for building. It seems to answer every purpose and makes a fire department next to superfluous. So many islands (one for every day in the year, they tell you) make any number'of little bays and harbors and occasionally short stretches of beautiful beach. The clean sand is either gleaming white or pale pink from the admixture of tiny particles of red coral. The roadways wind about, cfllmbing and descending over the rolling surface, and walled with coral rock, which has been cut away to make the grades easy. These roadways wind too much and those in the villages are too narrow for automobiles. Besides the auto would not harmonise with the scheme of things and is not needed; for the Bermudian world is so small. The total area is only about twenty square miles. The drives are delightful with their walls of

Wooing Covers Four Nations

Wealthy Nephew of Diaz Waa Attentive to an Actress and Persistently Followed Her.Ending * courtship which began in Cuba, crossed Into Mexico, slipped back into Colorado, skipped over Into Canada, and finally to Connecticut, Isidoro De La Torre/ a young and wealthy nephew of thfe/former President Diaz of Mexico/^married Miss Callie Andrews of Brooklyn, an actress. Mexican politics helped make tne course of love far from smooth. When his uncle was forced io leave Mexico, De La Torre, whose father had been an adherent of the former president, found It necessary to leave, too. In4eed, De La Torre was told that if he remained in -Mexico he would have his throat cut So he came to this country, and after a time started on a visit to Havana. On the steamer was Miss Andrews with a theatrical troupe, which was to tour Cuba, opening In Havana. Miss Andrews was attractive, lively and 20 years old. Senor De La Torre was good looking, wealthy, ardent and fL- Presumably it was moonlight on the Caribbean Sea, and any way the Southern Cross shone brightly in the tsky. The young man fell In love .and isald so to almost anybody who would {Usten to him, but especially to Miss Andrews. She listened to him carefully. •

The Bright Bermudas

coral lined with flowering shrubs and their continuous panorama of lovely views. The oleander and hybiscus make additional walls of blossoms. Bermuda lilies and purple morning glories are everywhere. The blossoms are very large. Every little way one glimpses a comfortable looking home set back among cedar trees and provided with lawn and flowers and thrjfty garden patches. And the vivid sea is always near. It seems a 'kindly world, inhabited py kindly, self-respecting people. The islands are really very poor in natural resources; the soil is shallow and carefully conserved, only twelve-inch in depth on an average. But the people make the most of what they have. There are no fields of grain, but the good, old, faithful Bermuda onion brings many a dollar home, and potatoes, celery and lettuce are shipped to New York. Lilies we cultivated for export, the bulbs bringing in a respectable revenue. But the tourists, they are the “crop” that is most Important. Big hotels and little ones, inns and tea-rooms, show places, carriages, sailing craft and shops are all subsisting upon the growing streanref visitors that flows to them. The tourists actually go hunting atjout for souvenirs for which to spend money and the supply is really meagre. There are few things made in Bermuda or

In Havana the young folks quarreled and Miss Andrews left the theatrical company and Cuba In a hurry and went to Mexico City. That was precisely where the young man coul<J not follow her. De La Torre wrote’ bushels of letters to Miss Andrews and kept a submarine cable hot with messages Imploring forgiveness. Miss Andrews relented enough to go to Pueblo, Colo., and there her lover met her, and there was another quarrel after a short Interval of blissful peace. Miss Andrews vanished again and this time brought up ill Montreal, where she was located by Senor De La Torre.

Where to Look for Heroes.

Through many generations the habit of mind has become fixed and with rare exceptions we look for heroism on the field of activity alone. It Is, easy to see in the midst of battle where men are struggling with each other, easy to see in the cab of the locomotive which Is rushing to destruction as the engineer stands with his hand upon the throttle, easy to see in the collision at sea when superhuman strength or restraint are exhibited, and yet how faintly do these fijstances compare with the heroism of the sick room or the solitude, when there is no excitement to nerve one to a mighty effort Almost anyone can fight, but there are few who can en-

By Frances Grosvenor

dure and wait. Most of us can talk, but only a few can keep silent Many there are who can give generously; few there be whO x can receive gracefully. The spectacular is easy, the commonplace is hard. And we are mostly commonplace. But after all there Is the field of the heroic and there the glory of humanity is won. — Universalist Leader.

After the $100 Bills.

Every time Arthur Krohn's fireman picks up a piece of waste now Arthur seizes It and says: “Let me do that!” Arthur gets the waste as soon as it comes Into his engine and tears it all to pieces, looking for bundred-doilar bills. Every railroad man on the Big Four knows Arthur Krohn is the special engineer for engine 24, which Vice-Presi-dent Burnett uses when he inspects the system. Arthur’s fireman picked up a piece of waste to wipe the engine at Cincinnati recently, and in tearing it apart he came across the ends of five 1100 bills. There was just enough there to tell that they had been SIOO bills -and not enough for Krohn or his fireman to send in to Washington and say that the bulldog had seised the bill when the children were playing •with them and had swallowed the other part and would the government please send new ones, as they were needed at home. ’ The ends of the bills were stuck together and there was no way to toll bow they got into the waste.-—lndian-apolis News.

found in Bermuda offered for sale. The shop keepers don’t make a pretense that their trlnkets are produced in the Islands. This is refreshing, any way, and the surprised patron buys a pin with an angelfish on it, ofensunel (made in Sweden), or a strand of o|oljjta>m Italy), out 1 of sheer thankfulness aQj||||Mi his way rejoicing. The shops are antiquated, American ideas, but that is part (OMMNh of the place. The Bermudians strive to be up-to-date. The islands are like • maid whom fate has seen fit to superb beauty and charm but no money. King Cophetua (in the guise of the NewTorker) and everybody else stands ready shlp her and burn insense in theljMgy of nioney before her. Nature has provided the islands > withmany curious show places in addition to natural beauty. There are caves with strange and beautiful formations of stalactites and stalagmites. There are grottoes and pools and bays and tiny islands; as round as a wedding ring, and as alluring. There ' kre the famous sea gardens where everyone goes in glass-bottomed boats to see the fishes at home, through the clear water. But they can be seen best at the Aquarium on Agar Island.

Cling to Ancient Gaslight

British Statesmen Conduct Deliberations Without the Aid of Modern Illumination. The system of lighting the British house of commons Is under review, and members may be asked before long whether they would prefer electric to the present use of gas. The actual fount of the Illumination is not visible In the house; there is no chandelier, and none of those bracketsagainst the wall which one sees in modern drawing-rooms against distempered walls. But the roof has a considerable space of thick ground glass panels set in a framework of brown beams, and each of the panels bears a rendering of the English red rose. Above this glass there is a kind at attic from which the lighting is done. The house is very often sparing of the gas bill On a quiet summer afternoon the debate win go on in the fading light of day till members can hardly see one another’s faces, and then the clerk of the house suddenly real|zes* that he cannot see the paper under his nose. He looks up and finds the house wrapped in shadows. He touches a bell; a servant comes In and receives the direction x for the lights. The light is turned on In the attic above the glass panels with the rendering of the red rose. It arrives id dte house like a shower of rain on a summer night. First a faint, ten-

This structure was bunt for a magazine by the British government, and Is rented to the Bermuda Biological Society for a trifling amount with the understanding that the government may take possession upon short notice, at any time, In case of necessity. Here one may See the wonderfully colored fishes, as vivid as jewels, and many curious Inhabitants of the sea. Some of them are hideous to look at, like the octopus, and some of them seem grotesque replicas of land animals. Bermuda Is garrisoned by a regiment of British Infantry. On Sunday mornings the Karri son parade followed by music of the military band tempts a throng of people to Prospect Barracks. The band is exceptionally fine and gives a concert twice during the week in Hamilton, the capital of the Islands. The Dockyard Is one of the show places, be-, Ing an important naval station, and Gibb’s Hill Lighthouse, whose long flight of winding steps It Is worth while to climb, is another. From here there is an unforgetable view of the whole of the little world of Bermuda, set in the vast, glorious ocean, and a chance to see at close range the great lamp. But what pleases the child of the bustling, modern, changing “States" most of all, is the quaintness of the old towns. At St. George, the former capital, everything it seems remains about as it was two or three centuries ago. The oldest church, St. Peter’s, still uses its silver communion service, the gift of William HI. The Governor’s pew and the Admiral’s pew make us smile at their antiquated attempts at pomp but the beautiful tablets on the wall lead the fancy quickly back to the beginning of things for us. There is so much dignity and grave grace in the language of tribute to "Alured Popple Esq. The Good Governor,” and on other tablets setting forth the virtues that we still delight to honor. And between the lines on many, or in a single word, is betrayed the longing for home and England which in those days was so very far away. 7 , Think of the courage necessary to face a sea voyage which might last a few mon th j! Think of it especially after the usual experience in sailing from New York to these fair isles in two days on a fine modern steamship. All those smartly dressed ladies and brisk, valiant looking men who came aboard the night before, where are they the morning after? They are wishing they had a tablet erected to their memory—anywhere. Everybody gets seasick on the way to Bermuda, and it is never any better coming back —it’s worse But this is a part of the play and considered so beneficial' that to be exempt entitles you to feel that you haven’t had your money’s worth. There are a number of things, besides the delightful climate and the old ducking stool, which we would gladly bring back to these United States with us. Among them are the gentle manners and voices of the people and their Llgh average of education (everybody has to go to school there), and, above all, the general tidiness of everything and everybody. There are no unsightly scrap-heaps there. The only things near them are a few old, dismantled, sailing boats, moored in a quiet bay, sorrowfully waiting to be cut up into firewood. Their day is done long ago and that of the Lusitania is here. But sailing craft still transport freight in Bermudian waterways and ferrymen carry passengers in row boats between the villages. It is very Charming, this glimpse of antiquated, leisurely, cheerful life, within easy reach of ns.

tlve stirring, a softening, a sponge In the face, then after that the deluge, and the room below Is drenched in a mellow downpour. The dark spaces beneath the galleries drink it up like a thirsty land.- The whole scene Is refreshed. Strangers In the house look up into the roof, and then they sft up and begin a more intelligent reading of the men and things below.

Initiative and Referendum.

The recall, together with the initiative and referendum, are Institutions of Switzerland, where they have beedi established for many years. The recall became law in this country for the first time when Los Angeles put it into its city charter in 1908. From what source in this country the idea came is not exactly certain, but |t was a part at the agitation of the last decade of the nineteenth century, which gave the country the Farmers* Alliance, the People’s party and similar movements. There does not seem to be any one man’s name prominently connected with the recall; It arose out of the popular eagfcuslasm for "direct legislation,” ths* is, for making the people directly responsible for important measures instead of leaving them in the hands of elected representatives. It Is now a doctrine quite generally accepted among "Progreeelves” of both parties, Democratic and Republican.

STORIES of CAMP and WAR

STRANGE CIVIL WAR INCIDENT Negro With Piece of Spent Ball is Head Is Restored to Consciousness by Surgical Operation. After the battle of Bull Run, when the whole country was holding up its hands in dismay and breathing hard In the realization that the war was not, after all, to be a picnic for the northern troops, I, together with many other doctors and surgeons, rushed into Washington from distant cities, writes Q. Gufflng Wilcox In the New Orleans Times-Democrat I was taken, one dark, rainy night, by an affable old negro woman to her cabin, in the outskirts of the city. She came to me in tears: “Doetah, I des wisht yoh come an’ see my Samson. He ’pears mops’ous curious, an’ he acts des like he ’str acted.” At her cabin I found her son, a tremendous fellow, as black as a coal and evidently an athlete, with no evidence of a wound upon his body, but with a tendency to bear off to one side as he walked, an apparent inability to talk, and possessed of a persistent effort to march and keep time to martial music, which he could not do. Aunt Hannah told me that her son had always been strong and healthy, and that when he left Washington With the army he was perfectly sound and “des like de res’ of de folks; but dey fotch him back to his po’ ole mammy des like yoh se him, doctah, an’ I des skoered plumb outer my senses, 'dat I is.” I examined Samson carefully and could find not the slightest thing the matter with him, and half believed that he was shamming. The room was whitewashed and I noticed a streak entirely around ft that was so evenly drawn that it attracted my attention, but in the stirring events of those days I really paid scant heed to so trifling a case as Samson’s, and so apparently trivial aa Indication as was that level streak on. the wall. I spent several years in Paris and' in Germany after the war, and It wan not until 1856 that I was back in Washington. We had an international convention there at the time, and were taken .to various public Institutions, among • ' • 'n '-•■'•WSi

With a Tendency to Bear Off to One Side.

which was a little asylum for poor and Insane negroes. In one room, as we- were passing the door, I happened to observe on the whitewashed wall a well-worn streak drawn so level and circling the room so perfectly that It called to my mind a vision which I had wholly forgotten. < Before noon the next day we had Samson’s small room looking like a* hospital operating room, and the great black frame lay on the table under the influence of ether. I cut open the right side of the thick skull, and sure enough, a splintered piece of bone from an old depressed fracture pressed into the brain. I lifted it, dressed it with aseptics, and replaced skull and scalp and. placed him in bed. Then we set about reviving him.Presently Samson opened his eyes and stared about him. Then he asked —and it was the first articulate word he had uttered for over twenty long years—“Whar did de army move to yisterday?" I was too excited to reply, and no one else seemed to grasp the full meaning of the question. Presently I said: “Forward —Richmond, Samson, but you were hurt a little and had to stay behind, and we have been doctoring you. You are all right how. How do you feel?” “First rate, thankee, sir; first rate. Which side licked yisterday? Ourn?" The war and his experience up to that time when he was struck on the head, most likely by a piece of spent shell, are as If they were yesterday in his memory, and his mind is as clear and as good as the average of his race . and condition, but where that mind was, and how it was occupied during those years, is a never-failing query to me. all the more, perhaps, because it does not trouble or puzzle Samson in the toast