Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 185, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 August 1912 — Page 2

little Brown House

BY A. HOWARD GUNTER

(Copyright, 1912, by Associated Literary PreM.)

The divorce was granted, the papers signed, and Margery Graham and Henry Wade, whom God had joined together some eight years earlier, were put asunder by Norton & Norton, as attorneys for the husband, and young Keley West, representing Mrs. Wade. The whole affair, their friends agreed, had been beautifully managed, incompatibility was the plea, and the only disagreeable feature of the arrangement was that which necessitated a final meeting of the parties to the suit at the office of Norton & Norton. Margery had cried before the meeting, for it seemed absurd to think of Henry as not belonging to her any more, as marrying some other woman, perhaps. Then she had dried her eyes, powdered her nose and put on her most becoming suit, feeling that Henry must be made to see that he was ' losing something precious; and flanked by her bosom friend. Rita Whitmore, and on the arm of young West, she .had come to the appointment with just that look of resigned martyrdom on her face which the occasion demanded. Henry came to the meeting by himself and looked frankly worn and wretched, moreover, he made no attempt to ease the embarrassment of the situation, but was cold, gruff and unnatural, “a perfect brute,” as Rita said afterward, with a congratulatory squeeze of Margery’s hand. Margery went back to the mansion that Henry had built for her when they moved Into town five years before, and, putting, her head down on Polly Marie’s curls, cried so that her tears ran down Polly’s fat neck. That tickled Polly Marie and she laughed such a splendid, hearty gurgle that Margery had to laugh, too, though she was very miserable. A burning sense of indignation had upheld her during the ordeal, but now that Henry had granted all her demands the transgressor had in some way managed to put her in the wrong. She was sick of life, she hated this marble palace, which had been the scene of her troubles, and suddenly she remembered the little brown house. She had not been there for years, because it was ever so far out in an undeveloped suburb, that small, snug home where she and Henry had begun housekeeping when they ran away from their people *and were married years ago. Old Martha, her nurse, lived there now, and kept everything Just as they bad left it. "Dress Polly Marie for a walk,” she called to the governess, and began stuffing things into her handbag.

The governess protested, pointing to the heavy clouds that were gathering outside, but her mistress was obdurate. There was a long trolley ride and then a walk across an open field, with Polly Marie, who had fa*llen asleep, hanging limply over one shoulder, and the bag thumping against her ankles in a most uncomfortable way. But she struggled bravely on, for over the high stone wall in the distance she could see the gables other haven. Through the iron gate, up the long walk, and then came disappointment; for the sitting-room shutters were closed and Martha was evidently not at home. A moment she paused in consternation, then she recalled the broken hasp on the shutter of a back window. It had been so long since She was there that she had almost forgotten. All she had to do was to climb on the garden bench, pull the shutter open, she was! ' But this was not so easy with Polly Marie and the bag, and only after two or three futile leaps did she reach the ledge and scramble to the floor inside. The sky had darkened and great splashes of rain were falling, but from her vantage ground. Margery leaned out and called defiantly, “Rain away, rain away, we’re safe in our little brown house.” From room to room she went and the house was full of memories—nice, domesticated memories—that hovered about the linen eloset and purred from the kettle on the stove. The tiny bedrooms, a * dining ro6m, a sitting room and best— worst — of all, Henry’s den. At that door she stopped; it would be so dark in there, for the heavy panels needed a cheery fire to light them up. With something like a sob, she threw open the door and caught her breath with sheer joy. A bright fine crackled on the hearth and the reading lamp brought out warm lights from the brasses tn the room, and In front of the fire, with his head buried in his hands, sat Henry. Bat of course Henry should be in his den. It was the most natural thing in the world. So, "Please," she begged, "may we -come inf We’re dreadfully cold." "Are you real, Margy,” asked Henry, peering at her across the circle of light. Then wonderingly, "Come in, whether you're real or not —out of the darkness, out of the storm.** She stumbled across the floor with her burden and, dropping down in a

huge wicker chair before the fire, began unpeeling the sleeping Polly Marie. “It Isn’t a bag of chocolate eclairs, nor a poodle,” she assured him proudly, "It’s a baby.” Polly Marie emerged like a fat blossom, and Margery stripped off the damp stockings and held the tiny pink toes to the fire. Then she snuggled deep Into her chair, cuddled Polly against her heart, and sighed a long, deep sigh. “Oh, homey little house!” she whispered. Henry lit his pipe and settled himself deep In his arm chair. “Right little, tight little, nest," ho answered, through clouds of smoke, and did not even pretend to be ashamed of such foolishness. "Oh, cozy, cunning home,” cried Margery, with great content They sat for some time in silence while outside the storm roared and whistled through the trees. A vivid flash of lightning tore the darkness and Margy jumped and squealed. "Not afraid of that?” asked Henry, as of old. —is , She almost forgot what the answer should be, but got it out before the pause was noticeable. “Not when you are here,” she answered. “But Henry, what are you doing here? —I thought you had rooms at the club.” “Which shows how much you knew about me, or cared,” he answered gloomily. "I’ve been living here over two months, with old Martha keeping house for me. She’s gone to her sick daughter tonight. —When the trouble got so bad” —he winced and spoke with lowered voice—"l co.uldn’t stand it, Margy. I bolted from the club one night and came back home.” He leaned over and touched one of Polly’s pink toes. “Fine kiddie," he said, "very fine kiddie. But where did you get her, Margy?” Margery flushed with pleasure. “I’m so glad you like her. It’s Mary Hall’s baby. You remember poor Mary, that went to school with me? Her husband left her nothing, you know, and when she died the baby was put in an asylum, a horrid place where she had to wear a uniform." She hugged Polly Marie close. “I’d been going to see the little thing, and when the trouble got so bad”—her turn to speak with lowered voice—“l couldn’t fight it out alone. HBo I went right down and got Polly Marie for my very own." ■— ———— ———-7“I’m glad," declared Wade with satisfaction. “The little house had always wanted a baby, Margy." "Perhaps,” she suggested, "if we’d had one it wouldn’t have happened as it did.” Then, for a woman must ever meddle with the tree of useless knowledge. “What made it happen, Henry? Was it the stacks of money that brought on our di-—” But his hand was over her lips. “Hush, Margy! Not one word of that. That happened back there in the world. When you came through the iron gate, under the honeysuckle arbor, and raised the brass knocker on the door —you remember how we searched the town for that knocker? —then you left the world behind. You must never say that word in here, for it would hurt the little brown house. You see, Margy, the little brown house is a real home, and the minute that word is spoken, or even thought of, within its four walls, a real home dies.” “How stupid of me,” she cried, “and to think I almost killed the little house. I mustn’t . say that word even to tell you how sorry I am, Henry, that I was so foolish and unforgiving?” “No, my dear, not even to give me the chance to till you how ashamed I am of the wrong I did you.”

He drew a bowl of violets across the table and held them toward her. “They’ll make you forget, Margy. They grow so close to mother earth that they know her sweet, wise secrets.” “Oh, wild, faint, woodsy smell!” she cried and buried her face in the flowers. “Henry,” she declared, looking up at him with sudden understanding, “you’ve been working in the garden all day. Henry, you didn’t—you couldn’t be so cruel as to plant my pet patch?” He nodded guiltily. “How could I know this wonderful thing would happen ?” “Oh, you’re the stupid one now," she answered joyfully. “For shame to have so little faith. Didn’t you know I'd come home at last?” “You’re right,” he-apologized, “but you see I had to plant ever so hard today, to take my mind off other things. Tomorrow I’ll dig it up and you can plant it all over again.” He made a chain of the largest blossoms and put it on her head, drawing her hair about her face. “Madonna,” he called her, “my lady of the earth and man and all things sorrowful and human,” and stooping quickly he kissed her. g

» Margery blushed like a schoolgirl and sat up In a sudden, wide-eyed remembrance. “Henry, Henry, I must go. I can’t stay here tonight You aren’t myhusband any longer. What would people say ?” " ‘People’ would be horrified. But you can’t go out in all that storm, Margy." He laughed a long, contented laugh that defied the storm/ the world and “people." “Tomorrow we’ll be married again to restore your reputation, and In the meantime let us go on being happy. You aren’t my wife, Margy; I’m not your husband, and Polly isn’t our child; but for all that the kettle Is singing on the hearth tonight and we’re a real family in a real home."

Fame's Sure Foundation.

No true and permanent Fame can be founded except in labors which promote the happiness of mankind.— Charles Sumner.

OUR Illustration shows rescue boats searching for the bodies of Melvin Vaniman and four of his airshipafter the dirigible "Akron” was blown up one-half mile in the air off Atlantic City. The gas bag of the airship is seen floating on the water.

GIRL IS A RECLUSE

Young Woman Jilted by Fiance Leads to Act, Spends Her Time Working on Farm, With Only Two Deer Hounds For Her Companions—AV tires Self as Man. Santa Monica, Cal. —Like a chapter from a novel is the present career of Miss Alma' Pitllnzer, a handsome young woman, who, wearing male attire, is living the life of a recluse, apart from all relatives and friends, in the beautiful Topanga canyon, eight miles north of this city. Several daya a friend of the young woman’s father, who was a visitor at one of the mountain resorts, recognized her and,urged her to return home, but without avail. Miss Pitllnzer declared she had left all her old life behind and did not wish to return. “I am living contentedly here, next to nature,” she said, “free from everyone, and I do not care to go back to the sham social life, where there is no real happiness. All I desire is to be let al6ne. Tell my people that I am happy and contented here in the mountains with my dogs aud ranch.” Eight years ago the young woman, who was then nineteen years old, and had just been graduated from high school, was living in a beautiful home at Walnut Hills, a fashionable suburb in Cincinnati.

She was one of the belles In the younger social set, and a short time after her graduation was betrothed to a young lawyer of that city, the marriage to take place the following year. Miss Pltllnzer was happyy at her contemplated wedding and took pride in exhibiting her engagement ring to her wide circle of friends. She had just begun to prepare her wedding gown when her fiance became Infatuated with her chum and eloped with her to Louisville, where they were married. When Miss Pltllnzer received the news of the wedding she fell 111. The shock caused her to have brain fever, and for three months she hovered between life and death. The young lawyer had called on Miss Pltllnzer almost every evening up to the day of his elopement, and she had idolized him as a man of the highest honor. After partly recovering from her

LIGHTNING STEALS TEETH

jersey man Won’t Sing Any More When a Frisky Bolt is Reported Near. Pitney, N. J. —The next time Walter Campbell of No. 136 South Broadway sees a bolt of lightning trekking for him he will not await its coming with complacency. He will bolt for door or window, or even tuck himself in the chimney place. The reason for this Is that recently Campbell, who had gone into his home after dealing death to bugs on hifa potatoes, sat down in an armchair and began singing. Te was reaching to note when he lost consciousness. when he regained It he found that three teeth in his mouth were not where they had been. He recalled a streak of lightning that had come unannounced through the door, that had struck his teeth and then darted for the door as if it had been playing tag with him. He could not account for the lost teeth, except on the theory that the lightning either had burned them to a liquid, had swallowed, or taken them out the window with it Neighbors who had seen the freak of the lightning hurried to the house, expecting to find Campbell dead. He was alive and hopeful, but resolute that never again should lightning find him singing except through clenched teeth.

Lion Mangled His Trainer.

Chicago.—An enraged lion in an amusement park attacked and Injured John Hoffman, a trainer, his right shoulder, side and leg and both arms being frightfully mangled before the beast could be forced off. The lion has killed four attendants in tea years,

GREAT VANIMAN BALLOON CATASTROPHE

illness, Miss Pitllnzet.baffifrher parents good-by and left home, saying she was going on a trip to California to recuperate. She came to Santa Monica seven years ago, and after spending five weeks at the beach, purchased a small tanch in Topango canyon, three miles from the ocean shore, where she built a two-room cottage, being assisted in the work of construction by an elderly Mexican, who owns a ranch adjoining Miss Pitlinzer’s property. Miss Pitllnzer has hot worn woman’s clothing since she built the home. Except for the assistance given by her Mexican neighbors she has cleared and cultivated the entire ranch alone. She receives no callers, has no friends and lives as a hermit. It is only rarely that Miss Pitllnzer leaves the ranch. Her only companions are two large deer hounds, which are with her almost constantly. The animals act as a bodyguard, and whenever a curious person attempts to reach the cottage the onrush of the hounds soon causes the intruders to make a hasty retreat.

Engineer Hit With a Rock-r-FI reman Takes Charge of Engine to Avoid a Collision. Louisville, Ky.—Fireman C. A. Leatherman of the Illinois Central railroad, speeding through the darkness twenty miles an hour with the rear lights of the first section in view, turned in his seat to see why his engineer, Louis Bullock, didn't slow down for Big Cllfty, and discovered the engineer huddled on the floor of the cab with a smear of blood on his face. Leatherman brought the train to a standstill In time to avoid a collision and then turned his attention to the unconscious engineer, who apparently had been struck by a rock which was lying beside him among splinters of glass from the shattered cab window. Physicians at Big Cllfty pronounced Bullock’s Injuries not serious.

Hastings-on-the-Hudson, N. Y. —One man is dead and five other persons, one a woman, are seriously wounded as the result of rioting among the strikers at the National Conduit and Cable Company.

Administrator of Eccentric Man’s Eastate Warns Private Treasure Seekers Away.

Great Barrington, Mass.—When Nelson Noteware, an eccentric hermit, Of Sheffield, died in his mountain hut last winter a report spread that he had burled money in various places on his premises, and several citizens of Sheffield announced that they would dig up every foot of the ground in search of it. Thereupon Frank J. Davis, administrator of the estate, published in a local newspaper a notice all persons are forbidden trespassing on the premises of the estate of Nelson Noteware.” Being asked if he believed there was money burled on the Noteware property Mr. Davis said: "I am inclined to. think there is. When Mr. Noteware was taken sick he sent for me to take care of him. Oqe day some money was wanted and he told me to go to a certain part of the room ancrl would find a box containing money. I did so, but could find nothing. Then, working himself alopw from his chair to the spot he had Indicated, from a lot of old cans and kettles he dug out a tin box, such as baking powder is put up in, full of silver coins. On another occasion he told me to took beneath a certain jar for some money. I did so, but could find nothing. Then he went to the spot ahd shovqd the jar aside and, lifting up a board, dug from the ground a good-sized tin box crammed fall of folded bank bills and silver pieces. "While he was yet able to be about

KNOCKED SENSELESS IN CAB

Six Shot In a Strike Riot.

Will Dig for Buried Money

MAN MAKES HIS OWN ‘“RAIN”'

Woodbury Farmer’s Little Irrigation Experiment Works Well In New Jersey. Woodbury, N. J.—While the frequent rains have diverted attention from rlgatiqn to some extent among farmers, yet this up-to-date method of farming is bound to come in south Jersey sooner or later, and the matter is being discussed at all gatherings of farmers. The Irrigation plan of Arthur Seabrook, in Cumberland county, has been visited by men from all over the country, and they are delighted with the results. Dr. John C. Cury, former councilman of this city, who has a small truck garden surrounding his pretty home on Holroyd place, Installed &n experimental plant this spring, and it Is now in full operation. It Is known as the “overhead system,” and Is operated every day with the best of results. Two long lines of overhead pipes with operatives at regular distances are stretched the entire distance of his lot, at the end of which a well is dug. The water is raised from the well by a gasoline pump and forced through the pipes, which are so arranged that they can be turned to throw the little streams in any direction desired; water can be turned into a spray or thrown out to fall like a gentle or heavy rain.

PARIS HAS NEW PROPHET

Theosophlsts Believe This Hindoo the Precursor of Moral Transformation. Paris. —Theosophlsts of Europe have their thoughts directed toward Paris, for in Paris has, arrived a new Hindoo prophet, who Is regarded by many theosophlsts as the precursor, the ultimate master, who is to give to the world its long expected moral transformation. . He is a mere boy, fifteen years old, and he contfes from Adgar lu India. At fourteen he wrote a book called "At the Feet of the Master,” which has been translated into many languages and Is said by theosophlsts to be Inspired by a high consciousness of human needs. To them the prophet, who is called both Krishnamurti and Alcyone, confirms by his presence the assertions of Mrs. Annie Besant In her address in the Sorbonne last year that a profound change Is coming in the life of humanity and that it is to enter upon a new phase to be signalized by the coming of the master who is to establish a new religion.

the place, but not strong enough to work, he never wanted me or anybody to go to a certain part of the premises that he was in the habit of visiting frequently. I have always believed that it was because he had money buried in that vicinity. When the weather becomes settled I shall make a systematic search."

MUMPS DIDN’T STOP HIM

High School Boy Captures First Prize as Orator Despite Swelling of His Jaws.

\A little thing’like mumps couldn’t keep Herman Vail, son of County Commissioner Harry L. Vafl, from getting into the annual oratorical contest at University school. His physician told him to sty In when his two cheeks swelled out like circus balloons. “Bah,” said Vail—and the “bah” hurt him. But he called a cab In the evening and, when his turn came to speak he turned loose a flood of oratory that won him first prize over four competitors. He talked on “The Hudson Bay Company.” His schoolmates went away wondering whether he’d surprise them again by coming out to represent the school in the tennis championship matches. Vail qualified for the finals before he got the mumps. Vail’s oratorical efforts won him the Sherman prize, offered annually by Mrs. Henry Sherman, mothey of a one-time uni* verslty student Second honors in the oratorical contest were carried off by Benjamin Foss, who spoke on “Th< Commission Form ot MuMfai Go* ernment” ?

ALWAYS FAVORED DISH

HOW CUOTARDB FOR DESSERTS MAY BE VARIED. Baked In Individual Cups Is Probably the Moet Popular Form —Fresh Grated Cocoanut Flavored With Orange—Tapioca. Baked custards In Individual cups will always be a favorite dessert at simple dinners. 1 One egg yolk and one tablespoonful of sugar to every cupful of milk is an excellent rule for these custards. More yolks than this makes them “eggy” in flavor and the whites are not needed. In fact, the custard is much better with the whites, as they will, unless great care is taken, form in tough strings or rise to the top in lumps while the custard is baking. Do not forget .to add a tiny pinch of salt. For simple custards a llttlq nutmeg' Imparts as good a flavor as vanilla or any of the ordinary extracts. Custards flavored 'with grated orange rind are delicious. Chocolate grated over the top just before the dessert is put into the oven is a pleasant addition to custards flavored with vanilla or almond. The chocolate forms an appetizing crust over the top, leaving the custard beneath its original color. Custards made with fresh grated co"coaflut are deliclous. especially if flavored with grated orange. Lemon or vanilla may, however, be used. Butter the custard cups, sprinkle over the buttered surface as much sugar as the butter will hold. Then dredge liberally with cocoanut and pour the custard into the cups. The measure of sugar in the cocoanut custard may be more liberal as the addition of cocoanut increases the bulk. For a tapioca custard not so many egg yolks are needed, two cupfuls of cooked tapioca taking the place of two of the yolks. Let the tapioca cook In water until it is transparent, and use just enough water to prevent its burning. All a little salt and let it get cold before using. Cup custards are made more festive in appearance if each is decorated on top with a spoonful of brightly colored jelly, a candied cherry or a preserved strawberry and a rosette of whipped cream. Or, If preferred, cover the top of each with a meringue. An orange flavored custard is very nice if a tiny spoonful of orange marmalade tops the merlgue. Baked custard has a peculiarly delicate flavor which boiled custard does not possess. Spoonfuls of it often make a more delicious accompaniment to desserts than a boiled custard sauce. It is especially good with fruit tarts or a dish of fresh berries or other summer fruits.—-New York Tribune.

Spiced Peaches.

Four pounds of peaches, one cupful of vinegar, one tablespoonful of cinnamon, one tablespoonful of cloves, three pounds of brown sugar, one teaspoonful of ginger, one teaepoonful of red pepper. Boil the sugar and the vinegar. “ Scald the peaches, remove the skins and cook in the syrup. Tie spices in a bag and cook with the peaches. When the peaches are tender, pour into stone jars, reheat the syrup every day for a week, pouring when boiling over the peaches. All kinds of small fruits may be spiced In this manner.

Experienced Cooks Say.

Lemon Juice and powdered sugar are delicious with feathery wheat pancakes. It Is said that the kaiser Is especially attached to this dish. When baking potatoes, rub dry and grease. This causes the outer skin to peel off very thin, thus saving the most nourishing part. String bean salad is good. Like all salad ingredients, the beans should be very cold. Marinate them, after drying and chilling, with French dressing and place on a bed of lettuce leaves. Egg quarters or slices garnish.

Mahogany Cake.

Mix together three eggs, well beaten; half cup of butter, 1% cups of sugar, half cup of sweet milk in which have been dissolved one teaspoonful of soda, and two cups of flour; cook half cup of chocolate in half cup of milk and add last, flavoring with vanilla. Bake In layers and put together with caramel filling. Caramel Filling—Stir together one cup of sugar and half a cup of milk, place on the stove and boil until stiff enough to spread, and flavor with vanilla.

Grease Stains.

It Is sometimes difficult to keep the kitchen paper tree of grease stains. Grease stains disappear entirely if a mixture of pipe clay and water,, made the consistency of a cream, is spread over them and allowed to remain over night.■» In the morning it should be removed with a clean brush.

Asparagus With Cream.

A delicious variation for asparagus is to bake it in a cream sauce. Cook in salted water until tender, drain, put in a butter baking dish and pour enough cream sauce over to cover. Sprinkle with grated Swiss or Parmesan cheese, and a few bits of butter and brpwn in the oven.

Cleaning Silver Laces.

To clean silver ’or gold laces or braids when they have become tarnished, apply spirits of wine with S> soft flannel cloth.