Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 246, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 October 1912 — Page 2

HIS BUSINESS ABILITY

Jack Bemis Knew Something More Than Aviation. By CLARISSA MACKIE. *No, Jack," said Mr. Far l * ll ® bot finely, "I cannot permit you to marry Dell.” “But, Mr. Farlane," persisted Jack Bemis, quite as firmly, “what’s the matter with me?" ——— --- “Nothing except your precarious “means of livelihood. - . _ • —— “I earned twenty-five thousands last year.” “Yes—but how?" ‘ln cash prizes for long distance flights and for altitude. You congratulated me at the time, and said you were proud of me, sir." "Ah, yes, but that was before I knew you wanted to marry my daughter,” explained Mr. Farlane ■with a singular lack of logic. Jack looked bewildered. ”1 mean that an aviator’s like is constantly in danger —think of the anxiety suffered by your wife every time you made a flight. If you will choose some other vocation you can ask me again.” “But I might not succeed in doing anything else.” “Then you are not made of the stuff I thought,” snapped Mr. Farlane,

who was exceedingly nervous over the matter, for he had had just concluded a distressing Interview with 1 his beloved daughter on the same subject. 1 “Thank you.” said Jack slowly, as he picked up his hat “Will you leave the matternpen for a while?” “You may have three months.” said Mr. Farlane curtly, and he nodded coolly as Jack said good-by and left the house. “If Dell doesn’t change her mind,” he called after him with a wicked smile. “Change her mind!” sniffed Jack scornfully, for only a few hours before Dell Farlane had promised literally to fly with him to the ends of the earth If need be. “What other business could I enter?” he asked himself later in the day when he found time to brood over the matter. “In a place life WeHcot there Is no opportunity for competition; every one Is satisfied with the merchants and it would cost a mint of money to run any of them’ out of business —unless —unless” (a satirical gleam came into Jack’s eye) “unless I gave my respected father-in-law-to-be a run for his money. The more I think of it there is just one business that appeals to me, and that is to open a small, first-class hotel and garage on that bit of shore front just outside of Wellcot! t “There I can catch all the eastbound automobile parties and treat them so well that they will quite forget to stop at Mr. Farlane’s famous Red Tree Inn. FatheMn-law, look out for trouble!” Mr. Farlane made several trips out to the point to survey the snug little cream brick Inn and garage that went up as if by magic. When he heard that Jack Bemis was the owner and promoter of this nefarious scheme ■against his own prosperous business, he refused the young man admittance to his house. "But, father, you wanted him to go 'into some safe business,” objected the tearful Dell. “It was not necessary to become my closest competitor!” declared the outraged hotel proprietor. “You see, it’s a business that does not require much experience—and Jack wanted to make money quick, and so he pu| everything he had In it. It’s safe!” ’ ’ “Doesn’t require experience, eh? The boy’s crazy!” Mr. Farlane flew around his library in angry indignation. “Don’t I have to go down to my hotel every day to see that it is •properly run—eh?” “Yes, father. But Jack will hire •a manager.” “Aha! And what will Mr. Jack do with himself?” “I don’t know. I suppose he might fly as a recreation.—-it is a gentlemanly sport, isn’t it?” “Of course, of course! Well, I shall never permit my daughter to marry a man that runs me out of business! ” “I’ll tell Jack,” murmured Dell, but there was a deep dimple in one round cheek.

“Jack, you musn’t run father out of business!” she warned when she met him the next day. “He isn’t pleased.” "I wish your father would select some perfectly proper enterprise for me to engage in when I'm on the earth, for of course he cannot expect me to give up flying. You wouldn’t would you, dear?” Dell shook.* her pretty head. “Of course not! ’ You know how fond I am of going up and how proud I am of yoh and what you’ve done for aviation. Father doesu t seem to understand that it’s a career and that perhaps you are one of those born pioneers who have to take risks in order that others may fly safely in yean to come!” “Darling!” murmured Jack ardentproud of you!” went on the enthusiastic Dell. “I wish we could .fly together—always!” "If we didn’t have to have to have ■your father's consent”—suggested Jack a little shamefacedly. "Ah, but we must have that! We would never be happy unless we beT ’ m beginning right now," '■

“Father is rather scared and 1 never saw Mm that way before —no I think perhaps you may be on the right track,” encouraged Dell. "Walt until after my grand opening next month and we’ll see! He won’t love me any better." “But he might respect your business abilities more!" retorted Dell quickly, “and that seems to be troubling him more than anything else just at present.” “If the Sandy Point Inn fails I’ll have to fly and win some more prizes to make good, for I’ve sunk every dollar in that enterprise,” said Jack. “It will succeed one way or another,” predicted Dell. The opening day came. at last and In response to Jack’s broad advertising there came a host of pleasure seekers to partake of his hospitality. To his mingled delight and chagrin the Inn was a success from the start. Farlane’s Red Tree Inn, which was situated in the town of Weildott, suffered heavily through loss of patronage. People much preferred to stop at Sandy Point and lunch or dlne on the wide piazzas overlooking the bay, and the absurdly high prices charged by Jack Bemis seemed only to enhance its desirability In the eyes of the money-spending public. At the end of a month Mr. Farlane sent for Jack Bemis.

“You’re running me out of business!" he said fiercely. “I’m sorry,” said Jack. "I didn’t know the confounded thing would be so successful. I was only trying to make good on your account. “Huh!” snorted Mr. Farlane incredulously. “I hate it!” “Would rather fly, I suppose?" sneered the elder. ’ “Of course!” “Dell says you’re a pioneer—l’ve always thought you were a fool.” Jack laughed. "I must be a pioneer, for have I not started a new hotel where none.was before?” “You have. ’ Want to sell out?" “What do you mean?” ’Til put some money in it and run It as an annex to the Red Tree Inn. You can be a stockholder and draw dividends and so forth —and fly if you want to!” “Fly with Dell, too?” demanded Jack warily. “Yes, she says she’ll marry you anyway? bargain. sir! I’m sorry I “I startled,” retorted Mr./frariane as he held out Ms hand to tmSyoung man, but their eyes met and into each pair there crept a glint of understanding. Dell came into the room and saw their clasped hands. , “You dearq!” she cried happily and mn to them. ———-———■ (Copyright, 1912, by Associated Literary Press.)

BEST TO RELY ON YOURSELF

Only the Weak Are Constantly Making Confidences, and Little Benefit Is Derived. The men and women who go through life without making confidences are the strong ones of the world. They are their own tribunal; they stand or fall by their own judgments, accept good or evil fortune without inviting congratulation or pity, and deal with circumstances regardless of the praise or blame of others. A personal confidence nearly always presupposes weakness. It is usually an appeal from one’s own mind to the mind of another, either for support, for commendation or for sympathy. The maker, consciously or not, desires one of three things: to be confirmed in his own opinion, to receive the praise which he considers his due, or to make sure that some other realizes what he is called upon to suffer. He is not self-sufficient. He must verify his estimate of himself before he can rest on it. A confidence also is often the simple result of a very human desire to fill the center of the stage, even though it be only for an hour, and before an audience of one. It is an almost pitiful effort to assert Individuality. to rise out of the ranks, to demand attention. It is a weak expression of that nearly universal trait, which, when at its strongest, and combined with genius, glves us a Napoleon. The person who makes'a confidence is almost certainly doomed to disappointment, for the perfectly satisfying confidence requires the perfectly satisfactory confidant, and it is not often, with the best will in the world, that one nature can fully Satisfy the demands of another. It is as though nature meant us to keep our deepest experiences to ourselves, and with great precaution closes the door which she has inadvertently set ajar. Those who are wiseaccept the isolation which is indicated, and are satisfied to let their deeds alone bear witness to that which Is within. —The Housekeeper.

Referred to Dr. Wiley.

There was a discussion between * Jersey editor and one of his office loungers as to table likes and dislikes. The question of coffee and how it should be prepared came up for consideration. “I like my coffee thoroughly boiled and black as your hat,” announced the lounger. “I’m with you when it comes to liking a good strong cup of coffee,” said the editor, “but I’ll be dodgasted if I don't have a good crack on the way for the next guy in the city restaurant that puts demitasss in my coffee for me.” —Saturday Evening Post.

OUR photograph shows a detachment of revolutionists In Nicaragua going into action at Recrib with a machine gun that has just been landed.

WEDDED BY BEECHER

Wartime Romance Recalled by 50th Anniversary. Hasty Marriage of Divinity Student Mawes Deep Impression on Famous Preacher Makes It Subject of Article. Danbury, Conn.—A wartime marriage, performed by Henry Ward Beecher, then pastor of "’Plymouth Chilrch, Brooklyn, while making a visit to Washington, Conn., was recalled by the celebration of the fiftieth anniversary of the wedding of the Rev. and Mrs. Horace Q. Judd, at their home in Bethel. ■ Mr. Judd, a retired minister of the New York East Methodist Conference, was a young divinity student at the time of his marriage, and had just enlisted for the war. His bride was Miss Ellen E. Crofut, of New Preston. The wedding was decided upon the day before Mr. Judd’s regiment, the 17th Connecticut Volunteers, was to march-away to the war, and the youthful soldier and his bride hastened to Washington, the nearest village to Miss Crofut’s home, to find a minister.

Mr. Beecher learned of their errand and performed the ceremony. The incident so impressed the famous preacher that he made it the subject of an article that appeared in “The New York Independent” soon afterward, in which he wrote: It was Sabbath evening, calm, soft, clear, sweet breathed, as if there had neier been a sin or a sigh among these lovely hills. We wandered down to Mr. Gunn’s school to find a boy of our liking, when lo! posthaste, came messengers, a wedding! A young soldied Just going to the war meant to give his girl the right to come to him, should he be sick or wounded. Tomorrow he leaves. Tonight they must be married. To Mr. Frank Brinsmade’s we posted. How came it to be there? The young volunteer had got his “certificate” of the town clerk, and he had stepped across the street and told our friend that the brave soldier was hunting for a minister. Just then, in stout, coarse soldier’s blue, came the man, and his flower by his side. By one of those generous sympar tbies that seize good people, out ran a noble woman to invite them to stop and be married there, and as several connected families were gathered there for an evening’s singing.

MARRIED AT THE AGE OF 150

Further Substantiation of Aztec. Indian’s Remarkable Record —He , Died at 185. Austin, Tex. —Further substantiation of the report from Tuxpan, Mexico, of the death some time ago of Jose Calvario at an age lacking only 15 years of the two century mark, was contained in a letter received here from Frank L. Watson, an American mining man at Coloma, Mexico. “I was at Tuxpan on the day Calvario died,” he writes. “I had seen the old man walking about the streets of the town many times and he was often pointed out to me as being nearly 200 years old. So interested were the state officials in the report of the great age of the man that a special commission was appointed to investigate the claim. The records of the parish church show that he was born in 1727. He left 7,000 descendants. "He often told hi< friends in a joking manner that he had the largest family of any man In the world. No one knows how many times he was married, but it is commonly reported that he married his last wife when he was past the age of 150 years and that they had several children. “Calvario was an Aztec Indian. He ate whatever he iiked and, of course. (

NICARAGUA REBELS GOING INTO ACTION

there were a score of maidens to greet the bride, and many men to welcome the bridegroom. Not one had ever seen the parties or knew aught of them. It was enough that the man was going to fight for the old flag. We looked in their faces and were satisfied. The rooms were thronged. The service proceeded and closed. Then some one, unbidden, but moved to do it, began to sing, “Guide Me, O, Thou Great Jehovah;” all joined. Then “America” and the “Star Spangled Banner” were added. Flowers were brought in for the young wife —white day-lilies and geranium leaves. Little remembrances were sought out for the guests, and an enthusiasm of kindness filled the house. Thus two strangers, at twilight, came riding into town, seeking a solitary wedding, in order that on the morrow, he going to the war, she might have a right to wear his name. They were stopped, caught out of their vehicle, borne into a refined home, surrounded with loving hearts, all delicately offering service and making them welcome, and giving them a wedding that, for glow and joy and gladness, few even of those most favored can give their children. As the young husband and wife were leaving, all gathered about the dooryard gate and sang a parting hymn.

Purser Ejects Him From Appropriated Stateroom. Polished Nails and Manners of Stowaway de Luxe Falla to Win Ship’s Officer —Goes Into the Lazaret. New York. —You have to hand it to Gabriel Fanches for the polish on his finger nails, his manners and his nerve. The officers of La Lorraine of the French line have handed it to him already. Gabriel went aboard the vessel at Havre with sls in the coin of La Belle France reposing close to the exact crease running down the right lef of Ms trousers, and the money was still in his pocket when La Lorraine steamed into New York harbor. When the French equivalent for “All ashore that’s going ashore” was sung out at Havre, Gabriel did not re-

his poverty prevented him from faring very sumptuously. He was a moderate drinker of native liquors for 165 years, and his memory did not go back to the time when he began smoking Mexican hand-made cigarettes. "This Methuselah of modern times was born and lived within the shadow of Mount Colima. El Cano. He was a witness to the destruction of Tuxpan by an earthquake In 1806, when over 1,000 people were killed.”

Philadelphia Magistrate Rebukes Policeman Who Arrested Lad for Kissing Sweatheart. Philadelphia.—lt is no crime to kiss a girl on the streets of Philadelphia. Harold Luders was arraigned before Magistrate scott for kissing Miss Hilda Young, bls fiancee, whom be was leaving to board a car for* bis home. A policeman who stood on the corner bad blushed, then arrested Luders for disorderly conduct “If a girl is good enough to be kissed sbe ought to be kissed out in the open so that everybody can see,” said the magistrate in dicharging Luders.

IS RUDE TO GABRIEL

MAY KISS ON THE STREET

BRAVE DOG GIVEN FUNERAL

Tige Got Ten Cents for Every Rat He 4, Killed and Had Bank Account of His Own. Columbus, O. —I<ing in a little white silver handled casxet in a local hotel and properly embalmed was the body of Tige, the dog who saved several lives in a hotel fire three years ago. Tige was carried to a cemetery in a real hearse. Since the fire which threatened the master’s hotel and the lives of many people Tige ran down the corridors and scratched on the doors until the guests were awakened in time to escape.

Chinese Cure Fails, Sculptor Dies.

Seattle, Wash. —Louis Potter, the New York sculptor, died here while undergoing treatment by a Chinese physician for a minor skin disease of long standing. Mr. Potter came here ten days ago on a tour of the west The exact cause of his death has not been determined. The coroner is conducting an investigation.

Use Shakespearean Names.

London. —The Times announces that Winston Spencer Churchill, first lord of the admiralty, in a search for names for 20 new torpedo boat destroyers has gone to the works of Shakespeare and Scott

spond. By that time he had glanced over the second-class passenger list and had picked out for his own a large unoccupied stateroom. Gabriel was one of the first at table for the first meal of the voyage, and kept up the record for several days. He was a cheerful soul, and in his search for congenial spirits acquired considerable popularity in the second cabin. For the first few days of the trip the purser was visibly worried. Time and again he wandered about the ship, counting noses. Ofie by fine he called the second-class passengers into a private conference and quizzed them. The last to be cross-examined was Gabriel. Every one else had been able to point out their particular name on the purser’s list and show in other ways that their passage had been honorably contracted for. “You are rude, sir,” snapped Gabriel when the purser suggested that he might have neglected to purchase his passage. “You are ridiculous, too, and I must refuse to discuss this affair with you." Without delay the purser proceeded to live up to the character given him by Gabriel. He moved the young gentleman from his comfortable stateroom to the lazaret, which is the ship’s prison. And then —but no! It is too horrible; it is monstrousu, the act of a fiend —this rude, ridiculous purser dug up from the hold another who had started without the equivalent of a stowaway de luxe. This person was Lucien GuUiermet, a Swiss, who .had worked with his hands. He was dirty from his days of intimate contact with the cargq in the bowels of the ship, and not at all debonair. And into the lazaret' they put Lucien Gullliermet! Gabriel sent an indignant message to the captain, saying that he was unused to occupying the same sleeping quarters with another, particularly one such as his present roommate. But the pig of a purser intercepted the note. They turned both Gabriel and the Swiss, who confessed he wanted to Y©rk with his hands in the new world so badly that he had stolen a perfectly good passage from La Campagnie Trans-Atlantlque over to the Ellis island authorities. And the mockery of It is that they will probably let the horny-handed, plodding Swiss have bls way, while the most desirable Gabriel will return whence he came. ,

GETTING RID OF MICE

LITTLE PESTS IN A TRAP OF THEIR OWN MAKING. Expensive Patented Snares Not In 11 With the Sugar Bag, to Which Housekeeper Hereafter Will Pin All Her Faith. Mice always bother the people who do light housekeeping more than the ordinary householder, probably bo cause the former is more apt to have few mouse-tight receptacles for food. Various traps have been tried by one couple who indulge in light housekeeping in a three-room apartment, says the Philadelphia Record. Sometimes, at large Intervals, they managed to catch one of the pests. Every scheme of baiting and setting trape which they could find or Invent was tried and the mice continued to eal everything they could get at, falling back on a diet of clothes when every bit of food had been successfully cached. The mice seemed too wise to try the traps, no matter how fresh and well toasted was the cheese and bacon rind. Utee couple was almost In despair, and had nearly decided upon using poisons, to which; for sanitary reasons, thev had hesitated to resort. The mice themselves, waxing over greedy, fell Into a trap of their own Betting, and one has been caught eVery day or two until now there are only one or two left, but the happy housekeepers have great hopes of catching them all. One of the few provisions which had not been stored was the sugar, which Is bought in a large, rectangular box, holding five pounds. The cover was slit a little way at one end and the sugar bowl filled by pouring from this aperture. The sugar wa* left out. because it was thought that mice did not possess a sweet tooth. Then one day when a large quantity of the boxful had been removed at one time, the woman opened the closet door, to stand frightened at some scrambling sounds she heard. She quickly located them in the box of sugar and realized what had happened. The mice had discovered the sugar and had been feeding from it. gaining the tiny opening from a shelf beside which the box stood. She had taken out so much sugar that on its- last trip the mouse, in its sudden fright, could not make the leap which would carry it through the small hole. The woman quickly put a piece of sugar over the opening and then carried the box to a pail of water, into which she shook the mouse. Several others have trapped themselves in the same way and the ♦oman declares that when they have baten all the sugar she will rebalt the box with some more, and never, never spend any more money on patent traps.

All AROUND the SHOUSE

A fine grater is better than a knife tor removing the surface of anything that is burned. • • In washing laces that have become stained with perspiration first wash them with cold water and soap, and after the stains are removed put; them into warm water. Pine pillows should be made of butcher’s linen. This is to be preferred to the color linens, for the oil in the pine will strike through in time and necessitate a thorough washing. To clean a vinegar cruet put a teaspoonful of lye in it and then fill it with water. Let this remain in it a few days and then rinse the cruet out thoroughly, when it will be perfectly clean. or foods containing mushrooms, mtist not be eaten after having been allowed to get cold, as they are apt to develop Injurious properties and become poisonous. Either eat all that is cooked or throw away what is left. In order to clean bronze the article should be Immersed in boiling water, then rubbed with a piece of flannel dipped in yellow soapsuds, and dried with a soft cloth and chamois leather.

Damson Tart.

One and one-half pint damsons, one quarter of a pound of brown sugar. Put the damsons with the sugar between them Into a deep earthenware dish and put in the middle of it a small cup turned upside down to prevent the juice from spilling; line the edges of the dish vflth pie crust and cover with same. Bake one-half or three-quarters of an hour in a good oven. Serve hot at table with cream. This is the English style and there will be found an abundance of fruit with each portion of crust.

Yellow Cake.

. Large tablespoon of butter creamed, with even cup of sugar, two eggs creamed in, one at a time, two-thirds cup of sweet milk, one -even cup ofi* prepared flour, two-thirds cup pastry flour; beat well, flavor to taste; bake tn a sheet in not-too-hot oven; frost with white frosting made of butter, with one cup powdered sugar, one teaspoon of butter, boiling water to mix to thick paste and spread on warm cake. I bake until it stops singing—about 25 minutes.— Exchange.