Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 239, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 October 1912 — Page 2

The Daily Republican BrryDay Kxcept Seedey HEALEY A CLARK, Publlshere. RENSSELAER. INDIANA.

EXCUSE ME!

By Rupert Hughes

O»t>ytWht,MU, tvM.K.nyOa I 4 SYNOPSIS. L4*ut. Harry Mallory la ordered to tie Philipplnea. He and Marjorie Newtin decide to elope, but wreck of taxicab prtev«Rt» their Boeing minister on the way to toe train. Transcontinental train Is taking on passengers. Porter has a lively time wlttuan Englishman and Ira Lathrop, a Yankee business man. The elopMw have an exciting time getting to tee train. 'Uttle Jimmie” Wellington bouiid tor Reno to get a divorce, boards train in maudlin condition. Later Mrs. Jimmie appears CHAPTER IV. (Continued.) When be managed to wrench his skull free, he was ready to murder his tormentor. But as soon as he confronted the doddering and blinking toper, he was helpless. Drunken men have always been treated with great tenderness In America, and when Wellington, seeing Lathroy’s white hair, exclaimed with rapture: "Why, hello, Popl here's Pop!” the most that Lathrop could do was tCL tear loose those tat, groping hands, slap them like a school teacher, and push the man sway. But that one shore upset Mr. Wellington and sent him toppling down upon the pit of the Englishman’s stomach. For Wedgewood, It was suddenly as If all the air had been removed from the world. He gulped like a fish drowning for lack of water. He was a long while getting tmeath enough for words, but his first words were wild demands that Mr. Wellington remove himself forthwith. Wellington accepted the banishment with the sorrowful eyes of a dying doer, and tottered away wagging his fat head and walling: “I'm a broken-hearted man, and nobody gives a—.” At this point he caromed over Into Ira Lathrop's berth and was welcomed with a savage roar: “What the devil’s the matter with you!’’ "I’m a broken-hearted man, that’s an.” “Oh, Is that all,” Lathrop snapped, vanishing behind his newspaper. The desperately melancholy seeker for a word of human kindness bleared at the blurred newspaper wall a while, then waded Into a new attempt at acquaintance. Laying bls hand on Lathrop's knee, he stammered: “Esscuzhe me, Mr. —Mr —” From behind the newspaper came a stingy answer: "Lathrop’s my name —ls you want to know.’’ "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Lothrop.” "Lathrop!’’ "Lathrop! My name’s Wellington. Lil Jimmie Wellington. Ever hear of met’’ He waited With the genial smile of a famous man; the smile froze at Lathrop’s curt, "Don’t think so.” He tried again: "Ever hear of well-known Chicago belle, Mrs. Jimmie Wellington?’’ “Yes, I’ve heard of her!” Wellington waved his hand with modest pride. “WeUj I’m Jlmmie.’’ "Serves you right’’ This Jolt was so discourteous that Wellington decided to protest: "Mister Latham!” “Lathrop!" The name came out with a whipsnap. He tried to echo it "La throp!’’ “I don’t like that Throp. That’s a kind of a seasick name, Isn’t It?” Finding the newspaper still Intervening between him and his prey, he calmly tore It down the middle and pushed through it like a moon coming through a cloud. "But a man can’t change his name by marrying, can he? That’s the worst of it A woman can. Think of a hearties* eobra di capelin in woman’s form wearing my fair name—and wearing It out Mr. La throp, did you ever put your trust in a false-hearted woman?" __ “Never put my trust in anybody.” "Didn’t you ever love a woman?" “No!” “Well, then, didn’t you ever marry a woman?” "Not one. I’ve had the measles and the mumps, but I’ve never had matrimony.” "Oh, lucky man," beamed Wellington. "Hang on to your luck.” "I intend to,” said Lathrop, “I was born single and I like it” “Oh, how I envy you! You see. Mrs. Wellington—she’s a queen among women, mind queen among women, but she has the ’stravagance Lathrop had, endured all he could endure, even from a privileged charac- / tor like tittle Jimmy Wellington. He ; rose to take refuge In the smokingroom. But the very vigor of this departure only served to help Wellington to bis feet, tor be seised Lathrop’s . coat and hung on. through the door, down the little corridor, always ex “Mrs. Wellington Is a queen among women, mind yon. bat I can’t stand mnw M - .■

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He had hardly squeezed into the smoking-room when the porter and an usher almost invisible under the baggage they carried brought In a new passenger. Her first question was: "Oh, porter, did a box of flowers, or candy, or anything, come for me?” “What name would they bo In, miss?” "Mrs. Wellington—Mrs. James Wellington.”

CHAPTER V. A Queen Among Women. Miss Anne Gattie, seated In Mrs. Jimmie Wellington’s seat, had not heard Mr. Jimmie Wellington’s sketch of his wife. But she needed hardly more than a glance to satisfy herself that she and Mrs. Jimmie were as hopelessly antipathetic as only two polite women can be. Mrs. Jimmie was accounted something of a snob In Chicago society, but perhaps the missionary was a trifle the snobblsher of the two when they met. Miss Gattie could overlook a hundred vices In a Zulu queen more easily than a few in a fellow countrywoman. She did not like Mrs. Jimmie, and she was proud of it When the porter said, “I’m afraid you got this lady’s seat,” Miss Gattie shot one glance at the Intruder and rose stiffly. “Then I suppose I’ll have to—"Oh, please don’t go, there’s plenty of room,” Mrs. Wellington Insisted, pressing her to remain. This nettled Miss Gattie still more, but she sank back, while the porter piled up expensive traveling-bags and hat boxes till there was hardly a place to sit. But even at that Mrs. Jimmie felt called on to apologize: "I haven’t brought much luggage. How I’ll ever live four days with this, I can’t Imagine. It will be such a relief to get my trunks at Renb.” "Reno?” echoed Miss Gattie. "Do you live there?” - " “Well, theoretically, yes.” "I don’t understand you.”’ “I’ve got to live there to get it.” “To get It? Oh!” A look of sudden and dreadful realization came over the missionary. Mrs. Wellington interpreted It with a smile of gay defiance: "Do you believe. In divorces?” Anne Gattie stuck to her guns. “I must say I don’t I think a law ought to be passed stopping them.” “So do I,” Mrs. Wellington amiably agreed, “and I hope they’ll pass just such a law—after I get mine.” Then she ventured a little shaft of her own. “You don’t believe in divorces. I Judge you’ve never been married.” “Not once!” The spinster drew herself up, but Mrs. Wellington disarmed her with an unexpected bouquet: “Oh, lucky woman! Don’t let any heartless man delude you into taking the fatal step.” Anne Gattie was nothing If not honest. She confessed frankly: “I must say that nobody has made any violent efforts to compel me to. That’s why I’m going to China.” “To China!” Mrs. Wellington gasped, hardly believing her ears. “My dear! You don’t Intend to marry a laundryman?” “The idea! I’m going as a missionary.”

“A missionary? Why leave Chicago?’’ Mrs Wellington’s eye softened more or less convincingly: “Oh, lovely! How I should dote upon being a missionary. I really think that after I get my divorce I might have a try at it. I had thought 6f a convent, but being a missionary must be much m*»re exciting.” She dismissed the dream with an abrupt shake of the heiad. “Excuse me, but do you happen to have any matches?” “Matches! I never carry them!” “They never have matches In the women’s room, and I’ve used my last one.” Miss Gattie took another reef In her tight lips. "Do you smoke cigarettes?’ Mra. Wellington’s echoed disgust with disgust: “Oh, no, indeed. I loathe them. I have the most dainty little cigars. Did you ever try one?” Miss Gattie stiffened into one exclamation point: “Cigars! Me!" Mrs. Jimmie was so well used to being disapproved of that It never disturbed her. She went on as if the face opposite were not alive with horror: "I should think that cigars might be a great consolation to a lady missionary In the long lone hours of — what do missionaries do when they’re not misslonarying?" "That depends." There was something almost spiritual In Mrs. Jimmie’s beatific look: “I can’t tell you what consolation my cigars have given me In my troubles. Mr. Wellington objected—but then Mr. Wellington objected to nearly everything I did. That’s why I am forced to this dreadful step.” “Cigars?" "Divorces.” "Divorces!"

“Well, this will be only my second —my other was such a nuisance. I got that from Jimmie, too. But it didn’t take. Then we made up and remarried. Rather odd, having a second honeymoon with one’s first husband. But remarriage didn’t succeed any better. Jimmie fell off the waterwagon with an awful splash, and he quite misunderstood my purely platonic Interest in Sammy Whitcomb, a nice young fellow with a fool of a wife. Did you ever meet Mrs. Sammy Whitcomb —no? Oh, but you are a lucky woman! Indeed you are! Well, when Jimmie got jealous, I just gave him up entirely. I’m running away to Reno. I sent a note to my husband’s club, saying that I had gone to Europe, and he needn’t try to find me. Poor fellow, be win. He’ll hunt the continent high and low for me, bat all the while I*ll be in Nevadi. Rather good joke od little Jimmie, eh?“ _ "■iwiiistlng".

"But now I must go. Now I must go. I’ve really become quite addicted to them.” “Divorces?’ “Cigars. Do stay here till I come back. I have so much to say to you.” Miss Gattie shook her head In despair. She could understand a dozen heathen dialects better than the speech of so utter a foreigner as her fellow-countrywoman. Mrs. Jimmie hastened away, rather pleased at the shocks she had administered. In the corridor she administered another thrill —this time to a tall young man —a stranger, as alert for flirtation as a weasel for mischief. ‘He huddled himself and his suitcases Into as flat a space as possible, murmuring: “These corridors are so narrow, aren’t they?” "Aren’t they?” said Mrs. Jimmie. "So sorry to trouble you.” "Don’t mention it." She passed on, their glances fencing like playful foils. Then she paused: “Excuse me. Could you lend me a match? They never have matches in the Women’s Room.” He succeeded In producing a box after much shifting of burdens, and he was rewarded with a look and a phrase: "You have saved my life.” He started to repeat his "Don’t mention it,” but it seemed inappropriate, so he said nothing, and she vanished behind a door. He turned away, saying to himself that It promised to be a pleasant Journey. He was halted by another voice—another woman’s voice: “Pardon me, but is this the car for Reno?” He turned to smile, "I believe so!” Then his eyes widened as he recognized the speaker. "Mrs. Sammy Whitcomb!” It promised to be a curious Journey.

CHAPTER VI. A Conspiracy In Satin. The tall man emptied one hand of its suitcase to clasp the hand the newcomer granted him. He held it fast as he exclaimed: “Don’t tell me that you are bound for Reno!" She whimpered: "I’m afraid so, Mr. Ashton.” He put down everything to take her other hand, and tuned his voice to condolence: "Why, I thought you and Sam Whitcomb were—” “Oh, we were until that shameless Mrs. Wellington—” "Mrs. Wellington? Don’t believe I know her.’’ “I thought everybody had heard of Mrs. Jimmie Wellington.” “Mrs. Jimmie—oh, yes, I’ve heard of her!” _. ' - "What a dance she has led her poor husband!” Mrs. Whitcomb said. "And my poor Sammy fell Into her trap, too.” Ashton, zealous comforter, took a wrathful tone: "I always thought your husband was the most untnitigated—" But Mrs. Whitcomb bridled at once. "How dare you criticize Sammy! He’s the nicest boy in the world.” Ashton recovered quickly. “That’s what I started to say. Will he contest the —divorce?” "Of course not,” she beamed. “The dear fellow would never deny me anything. Sammy offered to get It himself, but I told him he’d better stay In Chicago and stick to business. I shall need such a lot of alimony." "Too bad he couldn’t have come along,” Ashton insinuated. But the irony was wasted, for she

Jimmie Welington.

sighed: “Yes, I shall miss him terribly. But we feared that if he were with me It might hamper me in getting a divorce on the ground of desertion." She was trying to look earnest and thoughtful and heartbroken, but the result was hardly plausible, for Mre. Sammy Whitcomb could not possibly have been really earnest or really thoughtful; and her heart was quite too elastic to break. She proved it instantly, for when she heard behind her the voice of a young man asking her to let him pass, she turned to protest, but seeing that he was a handsome young man, her starch instantly changed to sugar. And she rewarded his good looks with a smile, se he rewarded hers with another. ON> MB rutotollU d

FINDS LOST COLONY

Steffanson Tells Story of Discovery of Norsemen.

Explorer Sees Kin of Scandinavians Who Were Last Heard of in 1412—Also Finds Strange Bear In Arctics.

Seattle.—Vilhjalmar Stefansson, after passing more than four years in arctic exploration, returned to Seattle by steamer from Nome, Alaska, and told of his discovery of what he believes to be the descendants of the Scandinavian colonists of Greenland who were last heard of In 1412. When trade with Greenland was resumed in the seventeenth century trace of the colonists had disappeared. With his • companion, Dr. R. M. Anderson of Forest. City, lowa, Stefansson made a valuable zoological and ethnological collection, which is on the steam whaler Belvedere with Dr. Anderson and will arrive In San Francisco the first week in November on the way to the American Museum of Natural History in New York. Stefansson and Anderson went to the arctic In 1908 by way of Winnipeg, Edmonton and down the Mackenzie •river to its mouth. They were bound for Coronation Gulf, a region which Is marked uninhabited on Canadian maps and which they had been warned to avoid. Of the so-called white Eskimos he found at Coronation Gulf, Stefansson said:

“They were taller than the Greenland Eskimos, but not so tall as the Alaska Eskimos. They spoke Eskimo, though I thought. I detected some Norse words. I visited thirteen groups of these people, who number probably 2,000, and saw 1,000 of them. Ten of these groups or tribes had never come into contact with whites and had not even a tradition bf them.

“Between the country of the blond Eskimos and the Mackenzie is a barren strip 300 miles wide, which Is never crossed by Eskimos. The Eskimos west of the strip have no knowledge of Eskimos to the east. Those to the east know there are western Eskimos, but believe them savage cannibals. >

"Musk ox, polar bear and seals are abundant, and the blond Eskimos live well. Many of them have eyes as blue as my own. A great many of the men have sandy or red beards. They have no tradition of their ancestry.” Stetfansson passed the first winter at the mouth of Colville river, Alaska; the second at Cape Parry, the third on Gulf and Victoria Land, and the fourth at Cape Parry. In bis collection are the skins, skulls and leg bones of nineteen barren ground grizzly bears. Only one barren ground grizzly Is In any museum.

Can’t Buy Marital Bliss

Felicity Is Not to Be Measured by Money or Bulk Like Commercial Products. * Salem. Ore. —Declaring that “connubial bliss Is not to be estimated at a price of so much per ton, or yard, or acre,” the supreme court, in an opinion by Justice Burnet, has affirmed the lower court of Multnomah county In the case of Lizzie C. Davison, appellant, against John H. Davidson, respondent. ( Mrs. Davidson xbrcught suit to set aside deeds to property In Portland amounting to $33,050. She alleged that she, as a milliner, and he, as a policeman, started on their wedding journey together, deciding not to keep house, but each to assist In promoting the financial welfare of the family. She alleges he was peevish, irritable, and that married life was not harmonious. To promote harmony, she deeded to him property valued at more than $23,000, and that it was done with the sole hope that the busband would discontinue his “mental cruelty,” as she alleged his actions constituted.

The court holds that connubial happiness “cannot be made a subject of barter between the two spouses, and that as far as that Is concerned, if she, of her own free will and accord, although with the hope of Inducing a different course of conduct toward her on the part of the defendant, freely gave him her property It must stand as the court finds it We cannot relieve her of the consequences of her own deliberate acts and deeds.”

NEW STEEL DEFIES YEGGMEN

German Chemists Discover Alloy That Cannot Be Drilled, Blasted or Cut. New York; —The day of the scientific safe burglar is about over. A kind of steel that cannot be drilled, exploded or cut by the oxydiydrogen flame has been discovered by German chemists. Prof. Carl Duisberg, one of the chief foreign delegates to the International Chemists’ congress here, brought news of the discovery. He says it is a question of only a short time before the yeggman win have to turn to new fields. f Dr. Duisberg brought with him two specimens of steel. One was of the ordinary kind and had been cut In 5*4 minutes by the oxy-hydrogen flame and in six minutes by the oxyacetylene Asms. The second specimen was of the new. alloy, which had withstood the heat of both the oxy-hydrogen and oxy-acetylene flames for hours.

MRS. PUTNAM AND HER TWO DOLLAR GOWN

JURIS. NINAN WILCOX PUTNAM, wife of a wealthy member at the Put--IYI nam Publishing company of New York, is here shown in her one-piece blue brocaded raw silk gown made by herself, the material for which cost but $2. To make such a goWn she takes a piece of cloth 52 inches .wide, just double the length from the neck to the Instep, sews up the sides, makes a slip just large enough for the head and arms to go through, hems up the bottom and the dress Is finished and ready to wear. As it meets with all the requirements of beauty, economy and hygiene, it suits her as well as any of the higher priced gowns she has in her wardrobe.

LIKE SECOND ENOCH ARDEN

George Wade Returned to Los Angeles to Find His Wife Wed to Another. Los Angeles.—Like Enoch Arden. Warren Wade returned as one from the Great Beyond, but unlike that fictitious character, Mr. Wade did not go away again when he found his wife had inarried another man, and as a consequence, Mrs. Susie M. WadeOrmsby recently asked Presiding Judge Willis to annul her marriage with George M. Ormsby so she could be legally free from Mr. Wade, and legally remarry Mr. Ormsby. According to her story, related In court, Mr. Wade, shortly after their marriage In Seattle, in 1908, went to Alaska. For many months she heard no word from him, then came advices telling of his having perished in the frozen north. After a year Mrs. Wade married

LION BEATEN BY FAT MEN

California Sheriff and Companion, Who Went Hunting for Deer Only, Encounter Bigger Game. San Francisco.—Lost —two guns, five cigars, several pounds of flesh and the “wind” of two fat men. And all because a mountain lion, described as being the largest and most vicious on record, broke through the brush In Black gulch at the exact spot where Marin County Sheriff Jack Keating and S. K. Herzog were stalking deer. The guns, cigars, several pounds of flesh and. “wind” of the two fat men were all lost in their haste as they scaled a tall sycamore tree. From this vantage point the two treed hunters halloed and were presently rescued \.by Robert Pearson, Frank Rlede and Bill Jones—other members of the Victor Gun club —who frightened, the Hon away. At the foot of the tree the duo recovered guns and "wind” —but the cigars could not be located and it is believed that the Hon appropriated them. The flesh, the fat men hope, is lost forever.

Birds in Church Service

Novel Idea of a Pastor Adds Greatly to Harmonies of the Choir and Congregation. Venice, A. Y. —Canaries, caroling an unusual accompaniment to, the organ and choir, were used in the Venice Union church the other night as an aid to righteousness. The pastor, the Rev, Fenwicke L. Holmes, decided to surprise his flock with the unique plan. The congregation accordingly filed Into a church brightened by the melody of a dozen prett# yellow birds. Imported from Germany, their cages swinging at advantageous points high above the heads of the worshipers. The canaries interrupted the Rev. Holmes* sermon very little. But when the choir and the congregation arose to sing hymns, the feathered songsters burst forth into musical cadences which greatly enhanced the human praisee of the Creator. The Rev. Mr„ Holmes does not Imow that canaries were ever used before at church services, but he thinks them a great help to sincere worship. They will be used every Bunday hereafter.

Mr. Ormsby In Tacoma and removed to Los Angeles. A few months ago Mr. Wade, who Is a resident of Bishop, Cal., appeared, and Mrs. WadeOrmsby immediately filed a petition for the dissolution of her marriage with Mr. Ormsby.

LOOT CACHED IN BEDROOM

Confessed Robber of Wealthy Homes Tells Police Where to Find Hidden Booty, j

Larchmont, N. Y. —A cache of loot taken from the homes of wealthy residents here and in Marmaronek was found in a furnished room on Third avenue. New York city, following the confession at Larchmont of a man calling himself Paul Rossnan. He was caught by Chief of Detectives O’NeHl of Larchmont, who found that Rossnan’s shoes fitted tracks left near a nundber of houses that been robbed lately. The stuff in Rossnan’s room was worth $4,000.

INTERESTING RELIC IS FOUND

Oxen Yoke Bearing Date of 1850 Picked Up Near the Ancient Emigrant Trail.

-> Placerville, Cal. —Campers near the summit of the Sierra Nevadas discovered a relic of “the days of old, the days of gold, the days of *49.** It Is a yoke for oxen and was lying near the long-ago abandoned emigrant trail. Over this trail came thousands of persons from the eastern states and foreign shores. Along the almost obliterated trail are still to be seen remnants of prairie schooners, here and there a rough hewed tombstone, each in itself a chapter in the life of some pioneer. The yoke has stamped on it a date, “1850," and several initials which the elements have made indecipherable. The yoke was made of oak and has withstood the rains and snows of sixtytwo winters remarkably well. It will be placed in the Native Sons’ Home at Coloma as a part of the collection of “days of *49” curios.

Slang to Be Universal.

Los Angeles.—Dr. C. Hanoff, professor of languages at the Univer-sity-of Copenhagen, says that American slang will be the universal language of the future.

DIED BY PEACH-ROOT POISON

Death of New York Sculptor Traced tq, Ingredient in Chinese Medicine. Seattle. —Polson extracted from the roots of peach trees, said to have been one of the ingredients of medicine prescribed by a Chinese herb doctor, is believed by Coroner C. Snyder to have caused the death of Louis Potter, a New York sculptor, who died here. An analysis of the medicine is being made and the police are instituting a search of the Pacific coast cities for the Chinefee doctor, who has' been missing since Potter’s death. Friends here' say Potter had long been deeply Interested in Oriental mysticism, but none of those questloded had heard anything from the sculptor of the treatment he was undergoing at the hands of the Chinaman. S Corener Snyder described the woman who was with Potter at the hotel before he died as “apparently highly intellectual,* about forty-eight years old. medium height and Slender build.