Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 242, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 October 1912 — Page 2

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owngM, nu, tr il e. nr o» < BYNOPSIS. Lieut. Harry Mallory Is ordered to the Philippines. He and Marjorie Newton decide to elope, but wreck of taxicab prerents their seeing minister on the way to tbs train. Transcontinental train Is taking on passengers. Porter has a lively time wife an Englishman and Ira Lathrop, a Yankee business man. The alopers have an exciting time getting to the train. Tittle Jlmrhie” Wellington, bound for Reno to get a divorce, boards train in maudlin condition. Later Mrs. Jimmie appears. She Is also bound for Renowith same object. likewise Mrs. Sammy Whlt r comb. Latter blames Mrs. Jimmie for her marital troubles. Classmates of Mallory decorate bridal berth. Rev. and Mrs. Temple atari on a vacation. They decide to cut loose and Temple removes evidence of his calling. 1 • CHAPTER VIII. A Mixod Pickle. Mrs. Whitcomb had almost blushed when she had murmured to Lieutenant Hudson: T should think the young couple would have preferred a stateroom.” And Mr. Hudson had flinched a little as he explained: “Yes, rtf course. We tried to get it, but it was gone.” It was during the excitement over the decoration of the bridal section, that the stateroom-tenants slipped in unobserved. First came a fluttering woman whose youthful beauty had a certain hue of experience, saddening and wisering. The porter brought her in from the station-platform, led her to the stateroom’s concave door and passed In with her luggage. But she lingered without, a Peri at the gate of Paradise. When the porter returned to bow her in, Bhe shivered and hesitated, and then demanded: “Oh, porter, are you sure there’s nobody else In there?” The porter chuckled, but humored her panic. T ain’t seen nobody. Shall I look under the seat?” To his dismay, she nodded her head violently. He rolled his eyes in wonderment, but returned to the stateroom, made a pretense of examination, and eame back with a face full of reassurance. “No’m, they’s nobody there. Take a mighty small-size burglar to squeeze unda that bald —hr— berth. No’m, nobody there.” “Oh!” The gasp was so equivocal that he made bold to ask: “la you pleased or disappointed?” The mysterious young woman was too much agitated to rebuke the impudence. She merely sighed: “Oh, porter, I’m so anxious.” * “I’m not—now,” he muttered, for she handed him a coin. “Porter, have you seen anybody on board that looks suspicious?” “Ewabody looks suspicious to me, Missy. But what was you expecting —especial?” “Oh, porter, have you seen anybody that looks like a detective in disguise?” “Well, they’s one man looks 'a if he was disguised as a balloon, but I don’t believe he's no slooch-hound.” “Well, if you see anybody that looks like a detective and be asks for Mrs. Fosdlck—” “Mrs. What-dick?” “Mrs. Fosdlck! You tell him I’m not on board.” And she gave him another coin. “Yassum," said the porter, lingering willingly on such fertile soil. “I’ll tell him Mrs. Fosdick done give me her word she wasn’t on bode.’’ % “Yes!—and if a woman should ask you.” “What kind of a woman?” ‘The hideous kind that men call handsome.” “Oh, ain’t they hideous, them handsome women?” “Well, if such a woman asks for Mrs. Fosdlck—she’s my husband’s first wife —but of course that doesn't Interest you.” "No’m— yes'rta." , “ft she comes —tell her—tell her — oh, what shall we tell her?” The porter rubbed bis thick skull: "Lemm? see —we might say you—l tell ydu what we’ll tell her: we’ll tell her yOu took the train for New York; and if she runs mighty fast she can just about ketch it.” “Fine, fine!” And she rewarded his genius with another coin. “And, porter.” He had not bodged. “Porter, if a very handsome man with luscien* eyes and a soulful smile asks for me-” TT tb'ow him off the traln!” “Oh. no—«o! —that’s 5 my husbandmy present husband. You may let him in. Now is it all perfectly clear, porter?” “Oh. jassom, dear as clear.” Thus guaranteed she entered the stateroom.

It your present hust>and‘s .absent wife gits on bode disguised as a handsome hideous woman I’m to throw him — her—off the train and let her —him — come in—oh, yassum, you may rely on me.” He bowed and held out his hand. But she was gone. He shuffled on into the car. He had hardly left the little space before the stateroom when a handsome man with luscious eyes, but without any smile at all, came slinking along tbe corridor and tapped cautiously on the door. Silence alone answered him at first, then when he had rapped again, he heard a muffled: “Qo away. I’m not to.” He put his lips close and softly called: “Edith!” At this Sesame the door opened a trifle, but when he tried to enter, a hand thrust him back and a voice again warned him off. “You musn’t come in.” “But I’m your husband.” “That’s Just vfhy you musn't come in.” The door opened a little wider to give him a view of a down-cast beauty moaning: *Oh, Arthur, I’m so afraid.” "Afraid?” he sniffed. “With your husband here?” •That’s the trouble, Arthur. What if your former wife should find us together?” “But she and I are divorced.” “In some states, yes—but other states don’t acknowledge the divorce. That former wife of yours Is a fiend to pursue us this way." “She's no worse than your former husband. He’s pursuing us, too. My divorce was as good as yours, my dear.” "Yes, and no better.” The angels looking on might have Judged from the ready tempers of the newly married and not entirely unmarried twain that their new alliance promised to be as exciting as their previous estates. Perhaps the man subtly felt the presence of those eternal eavesdroppers,.for he tried to end the love-duel in the corridor with an appeasing caress and a tender appeal: “But let’s not start our honeymoon with a quarrel.” His partial wife returned the caress and tried to explain: “I’m not quarreling with you, dear heart, but with the horrid divorce laws. Why, oh, why did we ever interfere with them?”

He made a brave effort with: “We ended two unhappy marriages, Edith, to make one happy one.” “But I’m so unhappy, Arthur, and so afraid ” He seemed a trifle afraid himself and his gaze was askance as he urged: “But the train will start soon, Edith —and then we shall he Bale.” Mrs. Fosdlck had a genius for inventing unpleasant possibilities. “But what if your former wife or my former husband should nave a detective on board?” “A detective? —poof!” He snapped his fingers in bravado. “You are with your husband, aren’t you?” “In Illinois, yes,” she admitted, very dolefully. “But when we come to lowa, I’m a bigamist, and when we come to Nebraska, you’re a bigamist, and when we come to Wyoming, we’re not married at all.” It was certainly a tangled web they had woven, but a ray of light shot through it into his bewildered soul. “But we’re all right In Utah. Come, dearest.”

He took her by the elbow to escort her Into their sanctuary, but still she hung back. “On one condition, Arthur —that you leave me as soon as we cross the lowa state line, and not come back till we get to Utah. Remember, the lowa state line!” “Oh, all right,” he smiled. And seeing the porter, beckoned him close and asked with careless indifference: “Oh, porter, what time do we reach the lowa state line?" “Two fifty-five in the mawning, sah.” “Two fifty-five a. m.?” the wretch exclaimed. "Two fifty-five a. m., yassah,” the porter repeated, and wondered why this excerpt from the time-table should exert such a dramatic effect on the luscious-eyed Fosdick. He had small time to meditate the puzzle, for the train was about to be launched upon its long voyage. He went out to the platform, and watched a couple making that way. As their only luggage was a dog-basket he supposed that they were simply come to bid some of his passengers good-bye. No tips were to be expected from such transients, so he allowed them to help themselves up the steps. Mallory and his Marjorie had tried to kiss the farewell or farewells half a dozen times, but she could not let him go at the gate. She asked the guard to let her through, and her beauty was bribe enough. Again and again, she and Mallory paused. He wanted to take her back to the taxicab, but she would not be so dismissed. She must spend the last available second with him. “I’ll go as far as the steps of the car,” she said. When they arrived there, two porters, a sleeping car conductor and several smoking spunterers profaned me tryst. So she whispered that she would come aboard, for the corridor would be a quiet lane for the last rites. . And now that he had her actually on the train, Mallory’s whole soul revolted against letting her go. The vision of her standing on the platform sad-eyed and lorn, while the train swept him off into space was unendurable. He shut bis eyas against it, hut It glowed inside the lids. And then temptation whispered him its' old “Why not?" While it was working in Ms soul like a fermenting yenst, be was saying: "To think that wo should owe all ' t .' jk. - -jpy '• -j . '.v-- ’ -»■*. V". - v Ar*r.' ‘ 1 „ 'a- K'T' -f ■ >

oar misfortune to oa infernal taxicab’s break-down.” Out of the anguish or her loneliness crept one little complaint: “If you had really wanted me, you’d have had two taxicabs.” “Ch, how can you say that? I had the license bought and the minister waiting.” “He’s waiting yet.” “And the ring—taere's the ring." He fished it out of his waistcoat pocket and .held it before her as a golden amulet. “A lot of good it does now,” said Marjorie. “You won’t even wait over till the next train.” "I’ve told you a thousand times, mylove,” he protested, desperately, “If t don’t catch the transport. I’ll be courtmartialed. If this train is late, I’m lost. If you really loved me you’d come along with me.” Her very eyes gasped at this astounding proposal. “Why, Harry Mallory, you know it’s impossible.” Like a sort of benevolent Satan, he laid the ground for his abduction: “You’ll leave me, then, to speild three years without you—out among those Manila women." > She shook her head in terror at this vision. “It would be too horrible for words to have you marry one of those mahogany sirens.” He held out the apple. "Better come along, then.” “But how can I? We’re not married.” He answered airily: “Oh, I’m sure there’s a minister on eoard.” “But it would be too awful to be married with all the passengers gawking. No, I couldn't face it. Goodbye,.honey." She turned away, hut he caught her arm: “Don’t you love me?” “To distraction. I'll wait for you, too.”

“Three years Is a long wait.” “But I’ll wait, if you will." - With such devotion he could not tamper. It was too beautiful to risk or endanger or besmirch with any danger of scandal. He gave up Ms fantastic project and gathered her into his arms, crowded her Into his very soul, as he vowed: “I’ll wait for you forever and ever and ever.” Her arms swept around his neck, and she gave herself up as an exile from happiness, a prisoner of a faroff love: “Good-bye, my husband-to-be.” “Good-bye my wife-that-was-to-have-been-and-will-be-maybe.” "Good-bye.” “Good-bye.” “Good-bye.” . “Good-bye.” “I must go.” “Yes, you must.” “One last kiss.” “One more—one long last kiss.” And there, entwined in each other's arms, with lips wedded and eyelids clinched, they clung together, forgetting everything past, future or present. Love’s anguish made them blind, mute and deaf. They did not hear the conductor crying his “All Aboard!” down the long wall of the train. They did not hear the far-off knell of the bell. They did not hear the porters banging the

Rev. Waiter Temple.

vestibules shut. They did not feel the floor sliding out with. them. And so the porter found them, en gulfed in one embrace, swaying and swaying, and no more aware of the increasing rush of the train than we other passengers on the earth-express are aware of Its speed through the ether-routes on its ancient schedule. The porter stood with his box-step In his hand, and blinked and wondered. And they did not even know they were observed. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Celebrated Armorers.

In olden times the armorer’s work was not of a rough and ready description, but generally bore the signs of highly wrought workmanship. The various pieces of a suit fit into their positions to a nicety, there are no rough edges, and; as a rule very little that is merely careless decorative work. Fashion and reputation have left their hail mark on the armor of each period, and like most other Industries it had its distinp tied masters. The name of Jacob lops la, for exaple, still famous in England, and such names as those of Lorenzo Colman of Augsberg, a Gasman armorer of the sixteenth century, Lucia Pincinino, a Milanese, and the Wolfs of Landahat, a family of armorers that are supposed $o have worked for Philip n. of Spain, are celebrated In their own countries. \ ;.. . A A.

CULEBRA CUT AGAIN CHOKED BY EARTH SLIDES

ryO more monster earth slides have occurred at Culebra cut, en the Panama canal. The first, carrying 300,000 cubic yards of debris, was succeeded by another three times as great. The handsome Y. M. C. A. building seems certain of destruction. Already it has moved 19 inches toward the canal. Notices forbidding use of the structure by canal employes, have been posted. North of Empire the diversion channel, or drainage ditch is much higher than the canal bed, and the slide let an immense amount of water into the canal. At one timel It looked as though the diversion channel would be destroyed. The crest of Culebra heights seems to be moving toward the canal at the rate of ten infehes a day. Officials of the isthmian commission decline to estimate the extent of the delay as a result of the two latest slides, but the consensus is that they will postpone the opening of the waterway for two months. The photograph shows a portion of the Obispo diversion carried away by a slide of 300,000 cubic yards on the east hank of the Culebra cut

HONOR GEN. WOLFE

Plan National Park on Plains of Abraham. Great Battle Second Only to Waterloo —Momentous Episode at Quebeo Said to Have Begun History of United States. Quebec, Canada. —“With the triumph of Wolfe on the Heights of Abraham,” wrote J. R. Green, “began the history of the United States.” Even further goes A. G. Bradley in a recent work: “It would be hard to name an episode," he writes, “that had more influence on the future of the world.” Nearly five years ago, at the Instance of Earl Grey, then governorgeneral of the dominion, a movement was started to reconstruct and nationalize the historic battlefield of the Plains of Abraham, which witnessed the triumph of Wolfe and the British arms and also, “by an adiairable inspiration, suggested by association and reconciliation of the foes i*f former days, now united by the same thought and pursuing the same ideals, that of Ste. Foy, the scene of the last French victory in Canada.” In this manner it was hoped to leave some permanent memorial, not only of these great events, but also cf the tercet tenary celebration which took place at Quebec in 1908. At first sight, to the average stay-at-home Englishman, the project seemed a most laudable on a, which could not fail of success. But the average Englishman little recked of tbe difficulties in the way—financiiil, moral, technical and political difficulties —so great that many of us who held this pi tject dear, and hoped to see it carried out, have more than on* e, li the past four' years, nearly despaired ■rs succesi. All the greater, there! ore, is mj' satisfaction in being aMe to say that work has at last actually begun which will transform the scene of Wolfe’s Immortal victory from a neglected tract, on which stood a farmhouse, » common jail and a factory, into a beautiful park, to be held (in tbe lai guage of his present majesty), “by tie people for all time to come as sacred ground.” Not long ago, in company with Lieut.-Col. William Wood, the historian, and author of “The Fight for Canada,” I made a perambulation of the battlefield. Today the part adjatent to the citadel is still used as a golf course,

WATCHED BURGLAR ROB HOME

fit. Louis Millionaire Bhoots Housebreaker After Carefully Noting How the Robber Worked. St. Louis, Ago. —Thomas B. Gerhart, millionaire president of a local retd estate company, lying awake at 2 o’clock the other morning, heard the clicking of the latch on a dining room window at his home, 4609 Westminster place, a court set apart by rich St Louisans/'' He got a revolver and went to the head bf a big double stairway, which gives access to the first floor. There he saw a man with an electrlq flashlight moving silently •about the floor. For half an hour Gerhart watched the man, who he. saw was a negro, collecting clothing, jewelry and other valuables. Then the prowler started up the rear stairs. Gerhart waited until he was less than six yards away and fired twice. The first bullet went wild, made a complete circle overhead by being deflected three times, struck Gerhart in the back of the head and fell to the floor. At the Becond shot the aggro doubled up in pain, staggered down the stair and ran out a rear door he had opened. . .» -» Gerhart followed, but the negro escaped. An hour lajsr James Howard, a negro, twenty-three years old, living on Lucas avenue, wan found das##.;’ ately wounded and arrested. Ho eon-

and a couple of golfers were laboriously following their balls in the direction of the Ross rifle factory. Not to mince matters, the structure of cheap red brick Is the greatest blot on the landscape, with one exception. That exception is the lofty water tank, adapted from an old martelio tower just in front of it on the river side. I feel confident that, if rightly appealed to the owner of the factory will eventually yield to public opinion and to the genius of the place, and accept some other site. In locating the .drives, the architect of the park has endeavored to keep before him three important considerar tions: To place them so that they do not break the pleasing continuity of the park, and disfigure it as little as possible; to make them conform as' far as practicable to the natural contour of the ground, so that there will be no had grades or disfiguring cuts and fills; and to place them in such a way that the person is brought by the most pleasing and convenient route to the finest viewpoints and to the places of greatest historical interest. That this area of 230 acres will ultimately become one of the most notable imperial shrines—second, indeed, only

WIDOW’S TROUBLES ARE OVER

How ■ Long Island Woman Secured “Help” to Work Her FarmTeam Work Now. St. James, L. ,1. —Everybody in St. James who knew the Widow Heimrich is glad her troubles are over and that Bhe has a husband to help work her six-acre farm. After the death of her husband 18 months ago she found her farm too much to till with her own hands. So when she saw an advertisement in a newspaper, inserted by Martin Hall of New York, asking for a wife, she hastened to reply. Hall said he was expecting a fortune of $85,000 from Germany and would settle $25,000 of it upon the woman he married. The widow and Hall met. Hall was sixty-two and the widow forty-eight. They agreed to marry and fixed last December 15 as the date. But Hall did not appear. In reply to a letter from him a few weeks later, asking if he could call, she said yes. The upshot of the interview was that Hall went to work on the farm. Ha quit weeding and hoeing a month

fessed at the city hospial that he had been in the Gerhart home. “We went automobile riding the night before and I didn’t retire until after midnight, which accounts for my being awake,” said Gerhart. I watched the negro a half hour, and as the time went by I was fascinated in watching his ‘work.’ He had a powerful flashlight which made the whole room light when he turned it on, and light coming from the outside helped make his movement clear to me. “He took an automobile coat from a hook, tried It on, rolled it up and; took it to the back porch. He did the same with a flannel coat belonging to my son. Then he went to one of the coats and began working with a diamond studded shrlner emblem worth about $l5O. It was firmly fastened, hut he finally got it off and put It in his pocket make the slightest sound. He wore no shoes and his movements were as silent as those of 4 cat”

Sell Queen’s Jewels.

Lisbon. —The jewels of the late Queen Marla Pia, grandmother of ex-King Manuel, are to be sold at auction by the Bank of Portugal who lent the spendthrift queen millions of francs and took her valuables as ■•curttjr. *

to the battlefield of Waterloo —none mr.y doubt It has one advantage over* Waterloo in its commanding situation, and another in that it is on British; soil. And Americans, who flock hither Jn thousands, are beginning at last' to realize tbe full national significance to them of,Wolfe’s immortal victory at Quebec. r

CROOK ENDS PRISON TERM

Jean Gallay, Whose Exploit In 1905 Interested All Countries, Is Bet Free in France. Paris. —The release from jail of Jean Gallay, the romkhtic swindler of the Comptolr d’Escompte, has reawakened Interest in what was at the time a world-wide sensation. Gallay’B flight on the yacht Catarina In 1905 with Mile. Merelll and the sum of $160,000 put the police of nany countries on the alert. Three weeks after they disappeared from France the two were arrested under the names of Baron and Baroness de Graval at Bahia, Brazil, money and> jewelry valued at $120,000 being recovered on board the yacht. When brought back to France Gallay was tried and sentenced to seven years’ imprisonment, part of which he spent in the galleys of French Guiana. The woman was acquitted.

ago and, leaving hiß clothes, went to New York. This was too much for the widow and she tried to sell the farm. Among the men to look at it was Jacob Brig, an Insurance inspector of Hoboken, N. J. The widow showed him about the place and then asked hopefully: "Do you want to buy the farm?” “How large is it?” asked Brig. The widow told him it was six acres. “That’s too large for me,” said Brig. "I haven’t any wife to make life here endurable and to help with the work.” The widow cast down her eyes. A sudden light came into those of the insurance man. “Say, say,” he exclaimed, “you aren’t looking for a husband, are you?” • The widow blushed. Well, she didn’t just know if she would put it that way, but —but—he might call tomorrow and she would think about it. Well, the insurance man did call “tomorrow” and the next day and the next and the next to sdch good effect that the widow and Brig were made a team the other day in the St. James Episcopal church to work the six-acre farm each had found too large for single harness. Today Hall returned to St. James. He was told the news. This shocked him so much he had to go to a drug store and let the “doctor” prescribe something. After he got his clothes without so much as a glance from Mrs. Brig he threatened to sue for breach of promise.

Strikes a Post and Dies.

Syracuse, N. Y. —Charles B. Hormel, 24 years old, a bond salesman, prominent In business and social circles in thin city, was" killed in an automobile accident on the State road near Chlttenango. Mrs. Frank Tracy, a wellknown society woman, was in the car with Hormel, but was not badly injured. The automobile struck a post at the side of the road while traveling at high speed, and overturned. Hormel lived an hour after the accident.

Bridegroom at 111.

Helena. Ark. —Sandy Alexander, one hundred and eleven yean old and a hostler to President Polk, was married here to Susie McGhee, forty yean old.

Crab Famine Feared.

Baltimore, Md- —A crab famine is predicted her! because the noise of motorboats Are driving the ergbs Into deeper water. *