Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 222, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 September 1912 — Page 2

ADVERTISED FOR MAN COOK, GETS A WIFE

jAm) She Was a Woman Who \ Wouldn’t Let Any Man Boss Her.

By TEMPLE BAILEY.

'(Copyright, 1911, by Associated Literary Press.) “Women,” said Capt. Cobb, “are not {wanted here.” \ ' “But you advertised,” timidly, “for i* cook.” , "I did,” said the captain, “but I stated, specifically, a man cook.” “But I thought—maybe—" “You thought wrong,” said the capitals He shut the door, and the woman [ with a sigh sat down on the step. Presently the captain opened the door. iHe had on his hat and carried a cane. jHe stopped short at the sight of the drooping figure in front of him. “What’s the matter?” he demanded. : “Well, I’m tired—l—” the little iwhite face under the round brown bat Igrew suddenly blank. The woman on the step had fainted! As he picked her up, the captain tshouted for his next door neighbor, iSarah Tucker, who came running. She was a stout, good-natured creature, very much out of breath as she bent over the tiny bit of femininity which the captain had laid on the sofa ;ia his sitting room. “Why, she don’t seem nothing ! but a child,” said Miss Tucker, pity,ingly; “if it wasn’t for her gray hair and a few wrinkles you’d say she wasn't more’n twenty.” “What ain I going to her?” the captain demanded. ‘X can’t have .her here.” Miss Tucker straightened up and looked at him with withering scorn. “You ain’t going to turn her out right now, are you—a starvin’ creature like she is?” The captain stared. “Starving?" Sarah touched one of the thin hands. “It’s like a bird’s claw,” she said softly. "People don’t get hands like that when they have enough to eat.” She bent to her task of reviving the sick woman, and the Captain ran to the kitchen. He came back with an assortment of provisions. There were lobster, two sea biscuits and a bottle of milk. i “Well, of all. the combinations,” said Miss Tucker. “What she needs la something hot You run right over That Miss Dorcas Ijams Snodgrass, some beef boilin’ on the, stove, and you get her a cup of broth.” Tfhe captain ran. When he came back with the steaming cup in his hands the invalid was sitting up. Her soft curly gray hair was down and her head was against Miss Tucker’s broad shoulder. “You’re very kind,” she said as the captain handed her the cup. “No, I’m not,” the captain said hastily. "It’s Miss Tucker. And if you’re well enough you’d better go right over and stay with her tonight.” A frightened look came into the faded blue eyes. “I am all right,” the pale lips faltered. “I can go on —presently.” Miss Tucker looked at the captain In scorn. “Of course you’re coming over to stay with me,” seh said. “I’m going to put you to bed, and you shall have a nice long-rest. I’ll bet you’ve walked all the way from Salem.” “Yes,” the wayfarer whispered. “I’m —T’m tired.” Capt. Cobb, watching, felt a lump in his throat. He felt himself something of a brute, too. “Could you stay here tonight, Sarah?” he asked, dubiously. “Perhaps she oughtn't to be moved.” “No, 1 can’t," said Sarah Tucker, shortly. “She’s goin’ home with me. 1 ” As the captain watched the two women walk slowly across the lawn he was seized with a sense of desperate loneliness. The wayfarer had left him without a word of gratitude —Sarah had flounced out with her nose in the air. He cooked a lonely supper, then went over to inquire about the invalid. He found her sitting on Sarah’s porch. She looked even more frail then he had remembered, but there was a pink flush In her cheeks and she had on one of Sarah’s pink wrappers. The captain asked bluffly after her health, and made a sort of awkward apology. “You pee I’d advertised for ,a man cook. I wanted some one to help me with the boats, renting them to people and all that, and a woman couldn’t do it.” She nodded “Isn’t Miss Tucker lovely?” she said. The captain’s eyes rested on Sarah. Her smooth brown hair was parted over a serene forehead-,* her eyes were sparkling. She had on a white shirtwaist and a white linen skirt, and a white apron was tied about her expansive waist. yes," he said, as one who has suddenly waked. “I guess she’s real pretty.** , “She’s asked me to stay here with her.” sAid the invalid, “and help—till —I can get something else to do.” It came to be a common thing after that for Capt. Cobb to call on Sarah, and Violet Dean — tor that was the Invalid's name. For years he had lived next floor to Sarah, and while he had talked to her over the fence, he had never called. An early love affair had left him a woman-hater, but now he felt that there was safety in numViolet grew prettier as she grew

stronger, and the captain’s eyes rested often upon her. She had an appealing feminine manner, which drew him to her. Sarah was not appealing, but Bhe was a fine woman. The loneliness of his house began to be appalling to the captain. For the first time In his life he wondered why he had not married. He won* dered, too, why he had sooner recognized Sarah’s competency and beauty. He had a feeling that Sarah could do without him, but that Violet could- not. If he asked Sarah to marry him, Violet would be left alone — and he was sorry for Violet. Divided thus between pity and love, he delayed his wooing. Then camejt day when the heavens fell. “Violet and I have decided,” Sarah told him one September day, “to spend the winter In the city. She knows of a good boarding place where they’ll let her help with the linen room, and I can board, and then we’ll be together.” The captain let them go. He had to. He wanted to k’eep Sarah, but he couldn’t throw Violet out on the j world like that. ’ He took care of Sarah’s cat and her ; flowers, and wrote to her about them \ once a week. Violet usually answered ■ the letters. “Sarah says she’s busy ’ sight-seeing,” was the excuse she gave. One morning there, came a letter in Sarah’s writing. “I’ve got to tell you something that I’m afraid won’t please you," she said. “It turns out that Violet’s husband Is alive. I thought he was dead, but they were separated, and their pride wouldn’t let them come together. But” they have made up and now she Is the happiest woman you ever saw. But she ought to have told us —it wasn’t fair to you not to.” The captain puzzled over that sentence. Then he took the next train for the city. “What made you think I’d care so much?” he demanded. . Sarah blushed. “Anybody could see you were in love with her,” she said, “the way you kept coming to see her.” The captain groaned. “It’s you I’ve been In love with ever since you took Violet in and made me feel what a brute I was.” “But you never used to come,” Sarah faltered, “and I think Violet thought you cared f6r her —that’s why she begged me to come to the city.” “Violet’s a nice little woman,” said the captain, “and I am sorry for her. But you’re my kind and she ain’t. Now she couldn’t stand up against my temper for a minute, Sarah. But you wouldn’t let any man boss you, and that’s the kind of a woman for me. I’ve had my own way so? so many years that I’d be a terror to a meek woman.” Sarah smiled. “You don’t knowl how meek I’d be if I was in love,” she said. “Are you in love?” the captain asked, anxiously. “Do you think you could love me, Sarah?” And Sarah, her good face all rosy with blushes, laughed a little and replied: “Has It taken you all these years to find it out, captain?”

MADE NAME TOO COMMON

Mrs. Johnson Sorry Now That She Bragged So Much About Her Good Fortune. “Chauncy’s full name,” said Rose Matilda proudly, referring to her youthful son, “is Chauncy M. Depew Johnson. He is named after Mr. Depew, an’ I tell yo’, Mis’ Green, Mr. Depew he right pleased w’en he hear ’b.out it. ‘Did he hear ’bout it?’ Yas’m, sho he did. W’en Chauncy jes’ a few mont’s ol’ me an’ mah husban’ we wrote a letter to Mr. Depew an’ tol’ him We pay him de complimen’ o’ namin’ our sixt’ child fef’er him, an’ wot do you t’lnk he ao? W’y, he write back an’ say -he mos’ happy an' discloses a $5 bill in de envelop. It a rale nice way o’ showin’ dat he ’predate de complimen’, an’ me an’ mah husban’ we right pleased. But would yo’ b’lieve it, as soon as eve’ we mention de subjic’ outside our own do’ de neighbo’s all’ round us dey begin namin’ all deir chilluns af’er him, too;, an’ ev’ time a boy was bo’n his paren’s could ha’dly wait till he ol’ ’nough to car’ him to chu’ch to be christ’n befo’ dey begin a-callin’ him Chauncy M. Depew! So ’t warn’t many mont’s befo’ de whole block was Jes’ a-swarm-In’ wlf chilluns by dat name an’ deir paren’s alius follered up de namin’ o’ the chile wif a letter" to Mr. Depew tellin’ him ’bout it. But I neve’ hear dat he ’knowledge any letter or dat he feel hlsse’f any ways complimented ’ceptin’ by mah husban’ an’ me namin’ our son af’er him. But it jes’ make me mad at mase’f w’en I t’ink dates I hadn’ a-tol’ ’bout mah namin’ mah Chauncy af’er Mr. Depew an’ our gettin’ $5 fo’ doin’ it, de name wouldn’ a-ben so common. I come to de 'elusion, Mis’ Green, dat w’en you has a good t’ing de bes’ t’lng a pusson cayn do Is Jes’ keep quiet ’bout it.”

It Might Be Worse.

The tears were still on my cheek and In my voice, for the doctor had said an operation might be necessary (my husband was desperately 111), when these remarks from an elderly man, who had called to see him, made me have a good laugh in another room. While trying to find a comfortable spot a sharp pain made, my husband groan, and his caller said:* “Sure, you could have worse pltn. You remlnd me or amantwo lodge members went to take care of one night, and his wife ‘Turn your face to the wall and die Hike a man. The eyes ye’re making scare the children.’ ”—Exchange.

NEW MONEY WASHING MACHINE FOR TREASURY

t'. NIT ED STATES bank notes are washed, starched and Ironed as clean and smooth as linen by means or the » machine here shown, the invention of Burgess Smith of the bureau of printing and engraving at Washington. Qhr machine is being tested severely in the treasury and it is hoped it will be a great money-saver, for it costs $15.30 to print a thousand new notes, while the old ones can be cleaned by this machine for 50 cents a thousand. * ' ■ >

NOTED HOTEL ENDS

St. Louis Loses Landmark in Passing of the Southern. Hostelry That Wae Built Just After the Civil War and Has Housed Most Famous of Nation Goes Out of Business. St. Louis, Mo. —The Southern hotel, the oldest place of its kind in SL Louis, and one of the beat known in America, is no more. The hotel has remained true to the tradition of its founders. It was designed as a hostelry of the first class and it has never been anything else. The history of the Southern hotel is closely interwoven with that of SL, Louis. Its fame is not confined to itsS rown city, state and nation. j Its spacious lobby, its wide cor- ! ridors, its commodious rooms, its luxurious furnishings and its air of aristocracy have been enjoyed and commented on by men and women from all nations. The Southern hotel was rebuilt on the site of the original Southern hotel, erected in 1865. Before the old building was destroyed by fife the night of April 11, 1877, it was the most pretentious caravansary here. It sheltered many notables. It was there, in the early ’7os, that the Grand Duke Alexis was entertained when he visited America as the royal represntative of the Russian government While the Southern was sheltering the grand duke it was also affording a temporary home for Lydia Thompson and a bevy of her famed English blondes, who had created a sensation in America after making a conquest of the old world. Lydia and her cohorts were disporting themselves at the Olympic, then, as now, just across the street A grand banquet was spread by the grand duke’s orders, and after feeding the blondes Alexis decorated the fair Lydia with a regal bracelet that was the talk of the town. All St. Louis eyes were centered on the Southern on the occasion of the flVst visit to this city of Lily Langtry, whoge beauty had captivated the Prince of Wales, afterward Edward VII. No sooner had the luggage of the Jersey Lily been deposited in her palatial suite than there appeared on

CUPID’S VICTIMS ARE ROUTED

Girl Flees From Mother’s Grasp and the Would-Be Husband Follows— Couple Finally Lost In Throng. Denver.—Although TTuphTs aim had been perfect and his arrow had pierced the heart of pretty Margaret Ann Sample, his prize was stolen from him, or at least hidden for a while. John Shorts had led the pretty Miss Sample through the portals of Magistrate Gavin’s matrimonial chambers, and the magistrate was preparing to administer the “Unto death do us part” ceremony, when suddenly <the doors swung back and a woman rushed inland shouted, “There’s nothin’ doin’, judge?’'* The woman was Mrs. Louise Crabtree, mother of the wouldbe bride. “.Come here to me,” said the woman to her daughter as she grasped her daughter’s arm. The daughter, whose tear-filled eyes showed the keeness of her disappointment, made a dash through the doorway of the chamber and was hqtly pursued by young Shorts. The mother followed, but was soon outdistanced, and the couple was lost in the throng, i The woman then made the rounds of all offices of justices and cautioned them not to perform, the ceremony aa her daughter vu too young.

register another name, that of Freddie Gebhard, the rich American, who heeded not the jibes of the newspapers, but persistently followed the professional beauty from one engagement to another and sought to win her. It was only a few years later that the hotel burned with a frightful loss of life. Outwardly the original Southern hotel presented the same appearance as the present structure. But when it caught fire it burned like tinder. Phelim O’Toole and Mike Hester were the heroes of that fire. They rescued dozens of guests who were caught on upper floors. The new building was completed in 1880, and from the opening It was one of the most fashionable hotels In the West. The lesson learned from the burning of the old building and the large loss of life attending It resulted In the new building being absolutely fireproof. It was subjected to the most drastic tests and withstood them all.

WAISTS BARRED BY CARDINAL

Women So Clad Cannot Attend Confirmation or Be Godparents In Vienna. Vienna. —Women dressed in clothing which reveals or slightly conceals the shoulders and arms, or who wear tight-fitting skirts, will be barred from confirmation either as spectators or as godparents to children, according to Patriarch Cardinal Cavallari, who preached a sermon recently which has set all the society women of this city Into a flutter of excitement Taking as his text St Peter’s words on feminine apparel, the cardinal attacked “Immodest, uncouth fashions,” saying in part: “The extravagance of women’s dress has reached such a point today that even men—l do not speak *of Christians, but ordinary men of the street—feel disgusted. “How can respectable women appear In public when thus arrayed? For my part I will not permit women so bedecked to attend confirmation, either as spectators or as godparents to children. I possess the right to exclude any and every person who thus shows a want of fespect for the holy Bacrament”

“Dead” Woman Sues Him

Separated More Than Eight Years, Couple Meet in Court —Spouse Remarried and Had family. Philadelphia, Pa.—Separated from his first wife eight and one-half years ago, James Kynoch of A street Kensington, believed she was dead until he found himself facing her In the Central police court, where she charged him with nonsupport Several years ago. It developed, Kynoch married a second time and is now living with his second wife and child. The peculiar situation was disclosed when Magistrate MacFarland asked the woman, “How long has it been since he gave anything for your support?” “About ten years,” replied Mrs. Kynoch. “What!” exclaimed the magistrate, and thereupon the story was imfoldKynoch declared that his first wife left, jilm about two wee as after their marriage, and although he searched diligently for her, all trace 61 he? was lost. Believing her dead, he married another woman several years later. Mrs. Kynoch’s experience seemed to have liecii similar to that of her bus-

CLIMBERS CAMP IN ROCKIES

Enthusiasts From Everywhere Join Alpine Club of CanadaJn Annual Gathering Near Banff. Banff, Alta. —Mountain climbers from all parts of the Dominion, from Great Britain, continental Europe and the United States have been gathering for several days at the seventh annual camp of the Alpine Club of Canada, which has been pitched this year in the forest on the south side of Palliaer’s Vermilion Pass, main range of the Rocky Mountains, about eight miles from Castle and twenty-five miles southwest from Banff. The camp Bite is at an altitude, of 5,300 feet above sea level and amid highly picturesque surroundings. By Its side Is a rushing glacier torrent, the Initial source of Vermilion river. The pass Is hemmed In by snow-clad peaks. To the east rise Storm Moun* tain and Mount Ball; to the west Boom Lake Mountain and Mount Whymper. Prospectors’ Valley, in which flows Tokuum Creek, gives access to a traverse of a wide snow field to the southern faces of six of the ten peaks forming that part of the range. It is expected that a number of alpinists will avail themselves of the opportunity to graduate as full-fledged members of the club by ascending to the required height of at least 10,000 feet above sea level. Storm Mountain, the lowest and most accessible of the peaks. Is 10,309 feet and Its conquest will be accepted as a graduating test

SAVES HER BABY WITH ROPE

Descent Easy Enough, but the Return la One of Extremo Difficulty. Sheridan, Wyo.—Standing for hours In cold water at the bottom of a deep cistern and racking brain and body to escape and save the life of her little two-year-old baby, for whose sake she had descended, was the experience of Mrs. A. W. Frazier, a rancher’s Wife, residing on Buffalo creek, 30 miles from Sheridan. The story of the mother’s heroism, and devotion came to light when mother and child were brought Sheridan for medical treatment. While at home with her child, attles from the nearest neighbor, the Djiby fell Into the cistern while at play. The mother followed instantly, dropping to the bottom of the well by a rope fastened to the top, and finally succeeded in rescuing the child and herself by climbing the rope and haul lng the child tip after her.

band. She said that she left her husband and went to Wilmington, where she worked for several years, after which she came to this city, where she learned that her husband was llv* lng and mafried to a second wife. Thereupon she procured a warrant Tor his arrest. Mrs. Kynoch refused to have her husband arrested for bigamy, and said that she did not want to send him to jail. Ail she asked, she declared. was his support Magistrate MacFarland held him in SSOO bail for court

OLD SMELTER IS TREASURE

Metal So Far Taken From Debris Worth $62,000 —Searchers Eg* pect $25,000 More. Kansas City.—Gold, and ether valuable metals from an old kmelt* er dump at Argentine, Kan, a sub* urb of Kansas City, have yielded s62* 000 In -the last 13 months. The site is now occupied by a struo* rural steel company. Officers of the steel comp&dy Bald they believed s2sv 000 more in metal was in the

PROPER CARE OF MATTING

Its Days of Usefulness May Be Celt* siderably Extended by a Little Forethought. \ For sweeping, a hair broom should be rather gently plied, always In the same direction, since stiff bristles, undue vigor and brushing across instead or along the mesh result In a frayed surface, - which ruins the appearance and harbors dirt. A scattering of damp Indian meal, scraps of newspaper or common salt —on no aocount tea leaves or newly mown grass, of which a stray shred accidentally stepped on creates an ugly stain —simultaneously attracts the flying particles and enhances brightness, while a final rub over with a soft dry cloth, though not absolutely necessary, imparts a pleasing gIoBS. Although plain water and soap, or, worse still, soda, Invariably turn mat-, ting yellow, a periodical washing with bran water or brine is very beneficial, provided sloppiness is strictly avoided and the surface is \pot left wet. The latter should be gone over piecemeal, first with a large cloth, squeezed out In the chosen liquid, next with a second similarly wrung out In fresh cold water and lastly with a dry rubber. • If the matting cannot be taken up and hung In a shady spot In the open air, windows and doors should be thrown wide for I at least a couple of hours after this washing and sunlight meantime excluded.

HANGINGS FOR THE WINDOWS

Pretty Materials That Will Suit Almost Any Style of Furnishings Are Offered In Profusion. For bedroom windows and doors there Is an endless variety of good things to select from, In all colorings and materials, and suited to any style of furnishing. The domestic ere* tonned may bßTrtedfor the less Important rooms, but the colors are not as permanent as the Imported ones,’ so that It Is often cheaper in the long run to spend more on the material. Some of the materials are partly covered with birds and butterflies, or trees yielding roses, peonies or fruit on the same branch. And there are pastoral effects on cretonnes, much used for bedroom windows. It Is well to touch on the necessity of restraint, not only in coloring, but in pattern. Assuming that one has much elaborate detail in the carpet and chair coverings, curtains In such rooms should be In plain, simple colors. With a plain carpet and wall paper a good background can be formed for chintz coverings to chairs and similar materials for curtains. The successful drapery or curtain should combine the quiet and gay In such a way that unity, harmony and variety are attained.

For Measuring Shirts.

What woman of enforced economies has not been worried almost ill over the measuring of a skirt? But relief Is in sight, for in Europe they -arp Belling a device consisting of p, frame which may be attached to the edge of almost any table, and to this frame Is hinged a pair of semi-elliptical wings, shaped to conform to a curvature of a skirt’s lower edge. Loosely attached to one of these wings is & tape measure which slides along tfie skirt as a guide to mark its length. The other wing has a linen cover, which may be pinned to the waistband of the skirt to facilitate the marking of the latter.

Plum Salad.

Into a glass salad bowl put one-half pint each of green gages, stoned and cut in half, bananas, peeled and cut in slices, and any other fresh fruit that is at hand. Sprinkle well with powdered sugar; cover, and let stand one Jiour, then add one wineglass of sirup of preserved cherries, one of lemon juice an<J the green gage ker* nels, blanched and cut in half. Cover again and let stand until required. Serve with whipped cream and lady fingers. The cream and lady fingers should not be put on the salad but should be served separately.

Chiffonade Dressing.

This is extremely good to serve on lettuce, romaine, or any green salad. Into a glass jar put one / hard boiled egg, finely chopped, one teaspoon t finely cut chives, one tablespoon each chopped red and green pepper, one teaspoon salt, one-fourth teaspoon paprika and one-eighth teaspoon pepper, one-half cup olive oil, three tablespoons vinegar and one teaspoon tarragon vinegar. Allow-lt to become very cold, and just before serving shake the contents of the jar thoroughly. •

Indian Tomatoes.

Cut half a dozen .ripe tomatoes. In halves, take out the seeds and turn them, cut side downward, on a dish on th& ice. Make a rich curry sauce, adding cream and lemon juice, partly freeze the sauce, then mix in half its volume of minced anchovies, gherkins, olives and shrimps, finish the freezing process and with it fill the tomatoes, bringing the cream to a point form a handle with a green stalk of parsley and dish them on a bed of watercress.

Charcoal In the Ice Box.

A piece of charcoal in the ice box will take away the disagreeable ‘lce- » box” Bmell. If your ice box stands on the porch, where ants are apt-to get into it, place a small piece of bacon or ham on the lowest shelf. It will attract the ants, and yon can easily remove them every day bj removing the piece of bacon.