Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 191, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 August 1912 — Page 3

Sunlight on Her Shoes

By Clarissa Mackie

(Copyright, 1912, Literary ■ Prom her perch in the old apple tree Lila Moore looked down the orchard’s dappled vistas. It was very quiet and sleepy there in the summer afternoon and the lids drooped over her dark* blue eyes and the book half slipped from her fingers. Her bright hair against the sober brown of the tree trunk made a flash of =±==h===; When she opened her eyes again It was to gaze incredulously and then with growing indignation at a hatless young man sitting before an eaßel and undoubtedly. painting her picture. Lila coughed. The painter looked up and slightly frowned. “If you could hold that position another instant!” he pleaded. “You have no right to paint me ■without permission,” protested Lila indignantly. “I could not ask permission without awaking you,” he said mildly. “I was not really asleep. “But it would have spoiled the picture If you had stirred —the light on those leaves its perfect.” He gazed at the heavy branch beyond her where the sunlight struck warmly through the pale green leaves. Miss Moore’s instinct was to descend from the tree at once, but on second thought she decided not to spoil a perfectly good picture by changing her attitude. Bhe wished that she knew more about art so that she could talk to the painter, who was strangely absorbed in his work. He was a slenderly built youth with a dark, keen face and bright black eyes. Lila was not surprised that bis clothes were shabby, and she had no doubt that he was poor. Perhaps this picture would bring him fame and fortune. ”1 wonder what he will call It," she soliloquized. "Perhaps—’Girl in the Apple Tree’ or something like that.” “It's very good of you to favor me in this manner,” said the artist at last as he gathered his pencils and clattered them into the box beside him. “The Instant I saw the sunlight on your shoes I said to myself : ‘Here’s what you’re looking for, Wilbur.’ ” “The sunlight on my shoes 1” shrieked Lilia. He nodded. “Would you like to 6ee the thing?” “Of course,” said Lila rather crisply,, “one cannot help but feel a little curiosity concerning one’s own picture.” The . youth looked rather disconcerted at this remark, but he stepped forward to give the fair model a helping hand. But Lila needed no assistance. She sprang lightly to the turf and hastened to the easel. She swept one glance at the strong pencil drawing and stared for one incredulous Instant at the artist, then with haughtily lifted nose she flashed about and disappeared among the trees. The artist gazed ruefully at his drawing of the apple trees, with the girl sitting in an attitude of careless repose. He had produced a wonderful effect of light and shadow with his pencil, and the little buckled shoes, braced against the tree trunk seemed fairly to scintillate with brilliancy. But he had left Lila’s lovely face out of the picture! Her hair was there and her softly curved throat and everything have her features. While he stood there she came back again, her white linen skirt swishing the long grass as she hurried toward him. Her cheeks were bright with color and her blue eyes sparkled dangerously. “Pardon my curiosity, but will you be good enough to tell me why you left my face out of the picture T” "It’s for an advertisement, you see,” he said, coloring, “and I could not take the liberty of haying your face scattered broadcast over Hie country.” “Oh! And what will you do for a facer* asked Lila, in an absurdly relieved tone. “I shall find a professional model to sit for that in town. The whole attitude was sp charming—it would have made a great picture in oils,” he said, with enthusiasm. "Why didn’t you paint it in oils, then?" she asked. Ills face clouded. “Cant afford to spend the time now. I’m In the advertising line and Ft* got to stick to it for a while. Some day, when I’ve got enough saved up, I’m going to out this stuff!” He nodded savagely at the drawing. “It’s splendid—as it is,” said Lila. “Do tell me what it la going vertise?" Again be colored with embarrassment “Closeflt Shoes,” be said, grimly. “And that was why you was so particular about my slums?” x “Yes. You see, it win make a stunning advertisement for the shoes on a vacation trip—-understand V Lila nodded. “I thing this is splendid—Just think of all (he people who will see that picture and how many shoes it will sell—eh!"-

He shot a gratefully admlriu* glance at her. “Most people wag their heads and tell me I have no temperament to waste my time over this stuff; they babble about *art for art's sake’ and all that, but one can’t eat paint and- drink turpentine ■ apt for long, anyway!” “I should say not! Anyway, F 4 rather be a successful advertisement artist than a failure as a portrait painter, or as landscape artist,” cried Lila a little breathlessly. “It’s mighty nice of you to say that!” “I mean It—l don’t believe Velasques or any of those old masters could produce a good advertisement,” went on Lila recklessly. He laughed, outright at her last rsmark and was- about to put the drawing away, when she held out a restraining hand. “Please don’t think me conceited, but—if you could use me as a model now, perhaps you could finish the drawing at once and not wait until you returned to the city.” She was blushingly warmly when she ended. “Ah, that’s more 'than kind of you,” he cried, “but I would rather not —If vonplease.”“Not even with my permission,” she asked a little coldly. * “No—some time I may be able to tell you.” he said gently. “I can never express to you how grateful I am for your generous offer; you have already been more than kind to a complete stranger.” They shook hands and the artist wetn his way, looking back once Of twice at the picture Lila made, for she had resumed her seat in the applo tree. The sun slanted lower until long, level rays pierced the branches, and still she had not moved. From the big summer boarding house where she was stopping came the warning note of the supper bell. At the table Lila found herself acknowledging an introduction to the artist of the orchard. His name was Wilbur—Barnes Wilbur. He seemed glad to meet her again. The next morning they met in the front piazza. “I'm going to hunt for a motif for another sordid advertisement,” he laughed. “Will you come with me?” “I’d love to!” cried Lila, Moore. “What is the advertisement to be?” “Tryem’s Baked Beans!” “Good. Let us go to the kitchen garden and put the growing bean ■ vines into the picture. Shall I borrow a sunbonnet and pick some In a basket?” ... Whatever Lila Moore did she attacked with enthusiasm and accomplished with complete success. Never had Barnes Wilbur's drawings been so good or in such demand. It became, a matter of course that Lila should accompany the young artist on his tramps around the countryside, and what one pair- of eyes did not discern another did. , At last the summer drew to a dose. Barnes Wilbur prepared to return to New York. Lila Moore’s aunt announced too, must return to town. - “Dear,” Xa|| Barnes to Lila on the last stood beneath their apple tree, ’’would you trust your future happiness to me—would you dare marry such a poor beggar as I am? I shall never be great but I love you.” “If you were great you’d be In love with yourself or your art,” laughed Lila, “please tell me why you would never use my face in your drawings?" “I’ve wanted it for myself from the first,” he whispered. “Will you trust yourself to me, dearest?” “Yes,” she whispered, and later: “And we can take the wedding trip on Budlong’s Matchless Griddle, Barnes, can’t we?” “Yss, and furnish our house on the Farmer’s Breakfast Oats and Purity Soap checks, darling,” he added seriously.

Gorging Oneself With Sight-Seeing.

A blunt old doctor told a patient who was starting out on a long foreign tour: “Madam, take it easy.” Would you eat up everything on your table Just because it might be wasted? It is Just as gluttonous to gorge yourself with sight-seeing. Many things cause this injudicious traveling. Women love to get the most for their money. If they are traveling with a conducted tour they feel ae if they should have a rebate if they miss one item on the Itinerary. The ordinary tourist is so anxious to Improve her mind that she feels bound to take in every notable sight she may have heard mentioned In an extensive! reading. It takes courage to be a discriminating traveler, but It fa really the only way to travel —but the dread of missing something has caused many a nervous breakdown and an unsatisfactory vacation. It could so easily have been avoided by common sense and a less greedy mind. As only a certain amount of impressions- can be retained, why not pick and choose.

Submarines to Fight Porpoises.

A new nse has been found for the submarine by the French ministry of marine. The artificial porpoises onto fight and kill the natural porpoisea. It. has been found that hungry porpolsea on .the French ooaat have almost ruined the sardine Industry, which mints millions for the people of the coast towns and the Channel Isles. To remedy this state of affairs torpedo boats and the submarines ass being sent under “r iled” orders to search the waters of the Channel and, the blunt-nosed acrobats of the waves that those who survive will take either to the Irish Sea, the North Sea or the Bay of Biscay. .*

THE agitation for the extermination of the house fiy in Texas has resulted in the killing of millions erf the pests. The above photograph shows a heap of millions of files ought in specially built fly traps in Maouregor, Texas.

HEARS PRAYERS; DIES

Suicide of an Eccentric Religious Enthusiast. Wealthy Fish Merchant In Washington Market, Manhattan, Retired From Business and Intended to Bpend Life In Ease. New York. —After picking out a burial plot, making his will and carrying out other arrangements for his death, John Elsey, 71 years old, whose eccentricities had made him one of the city characters, committed suicide .in his home, 98 Jewett avenue, Jersey City. Just before firing two bullets into his head he had his daughter-in-law, Mrs. Augustus Elsey, read to him several extracts from a prayer-book. He sent her to her room to do some sewing and said he was going to take a short nap. Instead he went to bathroom, where he killed himself. Elsey several years ago was one of the wealthiest fish merchants In Washington Market, Manhattan. He sold out his place for $250,000 and then decided to devote himself to a life of religion and ease. Religion was his main interest in life. One of his children died 20 years ago and he founded the Elsey Chapel, in Jewett avenue, as a memorial. Before that time Elsey had carried his religious researches to the point of making frequent changes in his faith. When the chapel was opened he was among the Seventh-Day Adventists. He became convinced not long afterward that the Salvation Army workers were the exponents of bis favorite doctrines and he gave the chapel to the Salvationists when he was converted. Subsequently it was occupied as the Church of' the First Bom, by the Faith Cure sect and then went back to the Salvation Army. Elsey frequently talked from the pulpit and delighted to tell the Influences that had worjked to convert him to a new faith. He was married twice. His first wife divorced him and the second died in 1900. The widow of his son, Mrs. Augustus Elsey, and Mrs. Jessie Tulley, a housekeeper, lived with him

IN PLEA FOR GUADALOUPE

Henry Bfranger, French Benator, Sees Great Future for Colony in the Antilles. Paris. —Henry Beranger, the FYench 'senator representing Guadaloupe, the French island colony in the Lesser Antilles group in the Atlantic, has issued a public appeal in behalf of that island, which he has just visited. Senator Beranger foresees a great industrial and agricultural future for Guadaloupe, but he declares that the island is now too heavily burdened with taxes. He points out that in the last ten years the population has increased from 180,000 to 220,000, and Guadaloupe has maintained her. output of sugar, the coffee production has tripled and the production of fruit flavorings has steadily mounted. What Guadaloupe needs, says Senator Beranger, is a chance to work by herself and for herself. She needs to be freed from excessive taxes levied by the mother country and the great variety of fiscal charges which stifle the'efforts of and fishermen and which -together constitute a burden which discourages the admirable enthusiasm of the islanders to develop into a successful and brilliant colony.

U. S. Man May Float Liberte.

Washington.—Maj. Harley B. Ferguson, engineer corps, U. S. A., whfe superintended the removal of the Mains from Havana harbor, may, If tho war department acoepts an Invitation from the French minister of marine, go to Toulon to supervise the floating of the wreck of the battleship liberty

HOW THEY WARE WAR ON THE FLIES IN TEXAS

in the Jewett street house. The old man 1 had other valuable property, among the realty pieces being a mansion in Duncan avenue that he sold last Aprjl to Edward J. Edwards, state controller. Several times since then he regretted the sale of this house. Two weeks ago with his daughter-in-law he went to Cypress HIU? cemetery, in Brooklyn, where he made arrangements for a burial plot for himself and also he picked out one for Mrs. Elsey. He admitted to Mrs. Elsey he had made all his plans for (Jeath. However, there seemed to be no change in his spirits after that time. He seemed cheerful as he listened to several chapters from his newest religious book, Prevailing Prayer. After he was found with two bullets in his head in the bathroom he never recovered consciousness. “I don’t know why he should have killed himself,” said Mrs. Elsey. “He and I have lived to ourselves for years as fine as princes. He had plenty of money to last him all his life, but he worried about money he had lost and about the sale of the Duncan avenue house. Then he has not been the same since he gave up his business.” y

MOTHER URGES SON’S DEATH

Witness days Woman Saw Boy Murdered by Another Youth In Baltimore. Baltimore. —That Mrs. Emma Bamberger saw mortal wounds inflicted on her son and encouraged Albert Patterson to kill the boy was the startling testimony in the police court as the gruesome aftermath of a terrific struggle in which young Bamberger lost his life late the other night "That woman ran across the street” said a witness “She slapped the boy in the face and said ’Kill him.’ ” Other witnesses corroborated that testimony. Albert J. Patterson, who did the cutting, was held pending the action of a coroner’s inquest, while Mrs. Bamberger, the dead boy’s mother, was held as an accomplice.

Reads Page at a Glance

Victim of Disease of Eyes Also Is Enabled'to Memorize Article at - Bight New York. —Visual power by which a man can read the entire page of an ordinary book at a glance and repeat every line word for word is the subject of an article by Dr. George M. Gould in the current number of The Journal of the American Medical association." That this power is due not to normal visual conditions, but to a disease of the eyes, is Dr. Gould’s contention. The man with the remarkable eyes is designated as "Mr, C.” This man can read several books each evening, and usually he can repeat all he has read without error. He is fond of poetry and novels,.and a quick glance at the pages suffices to fix its contents indelibly in his memory. The chse was easily explained by those who have knowledge of the physiology of binocular, or two-eyed vision, Dr. Gould says. Some time during the middle years of the man’s life the central part of the retina, the “macular” region of the right eye, was destroyed by an inflammation caused by eye-etrain. The “fixing” part of the retina eras obliterated, leaving there a blind, round space or hole. The left eye waa not diseased and continued the usual perfection of a macular or central vision. _ “By long, unconscious and forced exercise,”' continues Dr. ~Qould, “the healthy zone'of the right retina surrounding the macular was educated te such g degree that it could, when un-

THEFT WEIGHED ON HER MIND

Converted at a Revival Meeting, Bhe Asks Forgiveness of the Storekeeper. Devil’s Lake, N. D.—Remorse for having stolen an apple from the Quality department store of this city 20 years ago, when she was a schoolgirl, caused a St. Paul woman, who signed her name as “Mrs. F. C.” of Dayton’s Bluff, St. Paul, to send the local merchant a letter asking forgiveness. The owners of the store say they know who the woman is, but refuse to disclose her Identity. “More than 20 years ago,” says the St. Paul woman, “I was a schoolgirl living in Dakota, and you were running the store at the trading point, now Devil’s Lake. While on my way to school one day I saw that no one was looking and I took a big apple from a basket in fropt of your place of business. I was converted last Friday night in a revival meeting being held in one of the churches In this vicinity and I want to make my wrong right both with you and my maker.”

TO CONFISCATE GIRLS’ MAIL

How a Postmaster Is to End Practice He Regards as Evil—To Give Letters to Parents. Flushing, N. Y. —A new and effective scheme for curbing misuse of the postoffice’s general delivery window has ben put into effect by Postmaster Thomas B, Lowerre here. He will henceforth confiscate all general delivery letters addressed to young girls of the village and turn them over to their parents or some male member of the family. Mr. Lowerre said he recently became aware that some of the girls of the village were receiving mail which he thought would stand inspection by their parents.

Man In Tree Dead, a Year.

Missoula, Mont.—The mummified remains of a man, believed to have been E. Host, a globe trotter, Judging from papers found on him, was discovered in a tall tree. The man had been sitting above an old Indian hunting platform. Apparently he had slipped and his leg caught in the limb. The body had been hanging for more than a year.

moved, receive and transmit to the brain the image of the entire page, except that part falling upon the central portion, which has been destroyed.”

PUNCH BOWL CENTURY OLD

Relic of Early New York to Be Placed in Metropolitan Museum for Safe-Keeping. New York. —The Morton punchbowl, an historic piece of rare Lowestoft porcelain, which was presented to the city of New York by Governor Jacob Morton in 1812, has Just ended a 100year sojourn in the governor’s room of the city hall, and will now be consigned for safe-keeping to a glass case in the Metropolitan Museum of Art The bowl is nearly six feet in circumferencermaking it the largest perfect piece of the ware In existence. Its ample interior carries a huge bird’s eye view 6f New York city in 1903, together with the seals of the nation and state, the frigate Constitution undsr full sail, and a‘presentment of a shipyard. Its inscription reads: "Drink deep. You will preserve the city and encourage canals.”

Family Warned by Mental Telepathy

Detroit, Mich. —Mental telepathy aided Mrs. Richard Meyer to foretell her father’s death at St. Louis, Mo He died shortly after telepathic cony children. Mrs. Meyer claims that for years the family has been warped of impending disaster by similar flash**

BRIGHT GLASS AND SILVER

How to Caro (or Both With tho Loaat Work and «e Clean Them Without Injury. There la nothing that ropaya ono more for careful washing and drying than glass. First one must have a bowl of warm water softened with dissolved soap, which makes a vary good lather. Too hot water should not bo used, as It might crack tho glass. Have a bowl of clean water to rinso tho glass in after washing It and if a very fine polish be desired on It havo a third bowl of cold water with a little aibmonia in it. Wash each article separately, rinse It well and dry with a soft glass cloth, which shouhh be made of linen or little, fluffy particles will stick to the glass .rod spoil the appearance. When it Is washed and drlsd polish with a leather kept for the glass or with a silk handkerchief or with soma soft tisue paper. How to Clean Silver—Have am aluminum pan containing ah opt two gallons of cold water. In thlac dissolve a piece of washing soda about tho size of an egg and heat tho solution to boiling point. Drop into this tho silver to be cleaned, taking c.tre to keep the whole at boiling point. Let the silver soak for three or four minutes. Lift out with a wire spoon or long-handled fork, wash in hot soap< suds and wipe quickly with a perfectly dry towel. The pieces so cleaned) wilt he as highly polished as when new. This process will neither lnjuro plated or solid ware. When ell tho silver is finished, if there are any pieces that do not look white and clear, rub them with a little dry whiting and a dry duster, then polish off with a soft, dry cloth.

AROUND the HOUSE

To clean a copper kettle rub lto surface with lemon skin and salt Wipe the surface quickly and rub* with a dry chamois skin. Windows become dimmed quickly: where soft coal is used as fueL Ai good way (q clean them Is to rub alcohol and holish with cheesecloth. , Coffee stains, even when cream ha* been put In the coffee, may be removed from the table linen by rubbing the spots with pure glycerin. Rinse afterward in .lukewarm water. Leather can be cleaned very welli with milk. Dust the leather thorough, ly with a soft cloth, then use anotker cloth dipped in sweet milk and the spots will he easily removed. In turning out jellies, etc., from molds, wet with cold water the dish on which the Jelly is to be placed;: then the Jelly will very easily slip out of the mold to the center of the dish.

When Food Bums.

“With too many irons in the Use some will burn.” This old adage often proves too true to the busy housewife She has forgotten to add water to the cooking food, and the odor of the, burning meat, vegetable or fruit reminds her of the fact When this happens, quickly seize the pot from the range and immerse it in & vessel containing cold water. The steam will escape from the outside instead of passing upwardi through the food. Place the food In another pan and continue cooking or dress to serve. The most critical person cannot detect a burnt taste in the food. This la a suggestion worth trying.

Planking a Fish.

One shad, with backbone removed;, a few drops of onion juice, four heaping teaspoonfuls of butter, three tablespoonfuls of finely chopped parsley, one level tablespoonful of salt, * tew grains of red pepper, two tablespoonfuls of tomato catsup, a few slices of lemon. Wipe the shad; place ■kin side down on hot oak plftnk; sprinkle with salt and red pepper;' spread with butter; cook in hot oven, for half an hour; spread with the* chopped parsley sod tomato catsup;garnish with seasoned hot msshed potatoes, pressed through a forcing ’bag and tube; also lemons, cut in shape of crescents and dipped in chopped parsley, and sprigs of parsley.

To Keep Flatirons From Rusting.

To keep flatirons from rusting wheffi exposed to dampness, melt paraffin to the depth of half an inch in pan* large enough to hold two or more irons. Wait until it is nearly cold l and then put the Irons in. In that way they will not sink to the bottom of the pan. Irons treated in this manner have not rusted when left slxi months In a closed house. In case you have no paraffin, greas-i tng the irons thickly and wrapping! them in newspapers will serve the; same purpose.*

Dutch Toast.

To make Dutch toast, says an exchange, take slices of very stale on hard bread and toast the same in thei oven until brown. Dip the slices In boiling water and set in the oveai again until as crisp as desired.

Inexpensive Mattress Covering.

The inexpensive spring beds have no covers and often disfigure the mattress by streaks of mat. A cover of heavy, unbleached doth, made huge enough to tie down at sides tad corn* era will save the mattress.