Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 251, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 October 1912 — Page 3

ON THE BOARDWALK

Anita’s Pink Dress Was Mighty Becoming. By ELLA RANDALL PEARCE. By a strange coincidence, just as the clock was striking 8 that balmy summer night, Miss Anita Wallace started out for a solitary stroll from the north end of the boardwalk* while at the south end, Mr. Franklin Sholes, having shaken off his gay friends at his betel, lighted a cigar and sauntered moodily northward. The strangeness of it lay in the fact that only forty-eight . hours before these two young people had quarreled and parted—forever, as, each one passionately affirmed. "I shall go to the Canadian forests and you may never hear of me again," was Sholes’ parting shot “I’m going abroad with the MacPhersons!” called out Anita, mockingly. “Goodby.” Each one believed in the other’s intention, but after a day spent in miserable reflection decided that a broken heart could bpst be mended nearer home, so,, doubtless actuated by similar reasons* both the dejected "lovers once, but strangers now” had migrated to the popular shore resort where a year ago their courtship had begun and run happily through a wonderful bummer season.

~ Anita’s thoughts were traveling backward as she slowly pursued her way with her pensive face turned toward the sea. What was the shifting throng of pleasure seekers to her? What did she have in common with’ the festive world, where in every direction that her glances turned she saw couples arm in arm, fond-eyed and smiling? Franklin Sholes was on his way to Canada and she was alone! "After all, I was foolish to come here of all places,*’ reflected Anita. “I don’t want to care for him any more. I want to forget, and there’s nothing like stirring up old memories to make folks remember. And those were happy times! But he has changed—and I hate a stingy man!'* Some distance ahead a solitary figure leaned over the narrow railing and tossed a half-finished cigar into' the waves. Z "Tastes like a stogie,” muttered . young Sholes. "Well? I suppose Miss Anita Wallace Is on the high seas to-, night. The sight of the ocean gives me the blues —what did I come down here for, anyway? Brings back the old days when Anita was so dear and sweet. Society’s spoiled her—and I hate a. frivolous, extravagant woman! Besides, my Income would not support her. Glad I found It out in time.” Then, as he leaned over the dark, lapping water, his meditations keyed to their melancholy music, he recalled Anita as he had seen her last —a dazzling figure in pale pink, with delicate hand-embroideries of deeper rose shades flecked with crystal beads —a beautiful gown, but quite inconsistently worn by a young woman of modest means-.

There had been other times when his practical mind had revolved around the perplexing subject of his sweetheart's attractive —and, as it seemed to him, extravagant—wearing apparel. It was Sholes’ frank crltlcism that had started the quarrel that ended so disastrously. How defiant, how tantalizing Anita had been, and how harshly she had forced him ter. speak. ! "Oh, well, she’d be no wife for a poor man. Vanity and extravagances have broken up many a home. But perhaps I might have expressed myself more diplomatically. Anita’s j young and has been flattered a lot And that pink dress was mighty* be-1 coming.” ’’ Then he continued his way. Mean-# while Anita, hoping to find diversion for her jaded mind, had turned in at one of the little Japanese bazars that bordered the boardwalk, where the regular evening auction sale was in progress. The place was thronged, but she found a single front seat at one side where the glib auctioneer’s interesting prattle came plainly to her, H« was disposing of some fine linens; a‘ small Oriental rug followed, and after that the nimble assistant brought out some gay flat boxes that dis; bursed soft folds of radiant color. "Little silk scarf, made in Japan,< all hand embroider,” chanted the auctioneer. "Here’s a beauty—what you call that color? jYes. ’Merican "Beauty. It is most suitable for ’Merican beauty—yes, it will make lovely the lady who wear it How much you offer? Anything to start—how mnch

for this ’Merican Beauty scarf? Fire dollar, thank you—all dat? It is hand embroider, noV machine, you understand? Ten dollar, thank you. Do I hear more?" Because of her bitter, restive mood, 1 Anita became suddenly possessed of a desire to possess that lovely, silken thing, flaunting at her its rosy pink | sheen and delicate embroideries. Two’ nights ago she had worn an embroidered rose pink gown. • Twelve,” called somebody on the other side of the baser. “Thirteen,*' stammered Anita, close at the auc tloneer’s side, and, when the word was repeated, two or three higher bids were made. The auctioneer nodded his bead toward the far corner. **Do I bear more? Eighteen, thank you. Eighteen is bid, eight—” • • “Twenty,” said Anita, her pulses b thrilling with the spirit of the contest. b "Twenty—do I hear more? Twenty 1 twos '

The auctioneer's look of inquiry was answered by a nodlrom her dlstant opponent, and, when his glance swung around again, Anita snapped her eyes affirmatively. So they silently bid against each other, she and the unknown in the far corner, while the pattering talk went on. ; “Twenty-eight,” agreed AniQ, at last, with an uncomfortable feeling of getting beyond her depths. "Thirty,”, nodded the. unknown. Anita sank back with a little gasp of mingled disappointment and relief. No, she would not bid again, but oh! how she wanted that lovely rose-leaf scarf from old Japan. She looked curiously at the last bidder as she slipped out to the boardwalk agairr. Box In hand, he faced her. -■ ’ ' “You!” gasped Anita. The hot color swept over-her face and her slim figure stiffened. “Oh! Then you—you—great Scot, Anita, how could I know?” Then Franklin Sholes began to laugh uproariously. “Hush! Everybody’s looking at us. They’ll all understand if —if —” Anita suddenly sped away as If on wings and Sholes rapidly followed until, in the shadows* he overtook her. "Why, listen to me, Anita. I’m sorry, but—say, are you laughing or crying?” “Both! I never knew of anything so ridiculous In all my life. You were going to Canada —” “And you to Europe—”

“And we both came here and bid against each other on a foolish little thing—a pink—embroidered—article!” Anita slowly emphasized each descriptive word, and then there was an expressive silence. Involuntarily they drew nearer each other with wistful, searching glances and their hands reached out to clasp, fervently. “Forgive me!” said Franklin, huskily. “That other, too, was a foolish thing—to quarrel about. And just to show you how I felt about it tonight, Anita, I bought this scarf to send to you!” The girl’s dark eyes were misty with tears as she folded the gift to her bosom. How unjust she had been when she called him “stingy!” Surely he deserved a full confession. “Franklin, I want you to know — tpnight Is the first time In my life I was ever really extravagant. I always help with my dresses, and, Franklin, I can make my own hats! I can copy a Paris model so you wouldn’t know the difference —and I just glory in being economical! Oh, I’ve often been amused to see you wondering at my little fineries. But the idea of your paying thirty dollars for that Japanese trifle when we might have had it for fifteen!” “Who cares?” cried Sholes, recklessly. "It’s for my ’Merlcan beauty.”

HE HAD DECIDED TO STAY

Ole’s Discharge Indefinitely Postponed, and for Really a Very Simple Reason. Ole had been the man-of-all-work about the Randall place so long that he considered himself a fixture, and had begun to assert his own ideas in the management of things, wherever he could. One eccentricity he practiced was that of denying the family to visitors whose appearance was not pleasing to him. One Sunday a friend drove up in his car and seeing Ole near the gate, asked if Mr. Randall was at home. "No, they bane out,” calmly replied the Swede. As a matter of fact the Randalls were all at home lounging around in lieu of something more interesting to do. When the occurrence was brought to light the next day on the telephone Mrs. Randall was very much exasperated over it and called the man to task. i "Why did you do such a thing, she asked. “Don’t you know that man is the manager of the Colossal railroad?” Ole looked a bit sullen for a second. “Aye knew it,” he said knowingly, “aye knew he was something on a railroad —a conductor, a brakeman or something—aye yust knew it.” This incident repeated, the Randalls served notice on. Ole that he was .no longer needed about the place. The day came for him to leave and Mrs. Randall found him working diligently weeding the garden. L “When are you going?” she inquired; kindly. "Oh, aye tank aye won’t go at all.” he replied, without stopping his work. “Aye tank aye will stay now.” And he did.

Laconic Laconians.

William Lyon Phelps, Yale's brilliant professor of English literature, wiß discussing, at a dinner in New Haven/ the significance of words. “Some words,” he said, "have a history, and a knowledge of their history gives them a richer meaning. Take, for example, the word laconic.*. "Philip of Macedon was threatening the Laconians. "If I enter your city,’ he said, 1 will level it to the dust’ ' " If!’ was the Laconians* reply. "And the pointed brevity of that reply is imbedded in our word ‘laconic’ like a fly in amber.”

Thrifty.

“In that millionaire's life history written for the benefit of young men, I noticed he put great emphasis on the need of forming thrifty habits.** “Did her “He said that when he began life, rhe made it a point even when he was only getting five dollars a week, to leave ten out of IL”

UPHOLDS HIS WORK

Sculptor Rends Veil From Memorial to Wilde. Designer of "De Profundis” Voyages In Night to Avenge AffrontWeeps With Codntess De Bremont In Cemetery. Parts.—Jacob Epstein, the New York sculptor, made a midnight race from London to vindicate his professional honor and the memory of Oscar Wilde. At the goal he tore from the Wilde monument 'in Pere Lachaise, this city, his handiwork, the covering placed over it by Director Hedequor of the cemetery. Hedequor insisted the work violated the sanctity of the dead. After traveling all night, Epstein had. a dramatic meeting at the- cemetery with Countess de Bremont, who i was ; a close friend Mid devoted ad-1 mirer of the brilliant writer and upheld his genius, as proved in her recent book, "Memoirs of Oscar Wilde." , The countess went there to protest i against the action of Director Hede- ■ quor without knowing that Epstein was in Paris'. She came face to face with the sculptor in front of the tomb, | There was a moment of intense emotion and then, tears in the eyes of ■ both, Epstein dramatically sprang toward the monument and tore the im- \ mense tarpaulin from it, revealing the work which is likely to cause a controversy that will be a sensation In the artistic world.

To a correspondent, Epstein said: “What sacrilege to basely try to efface a monument to a great poet! I’ll remain here until I gain my pur-pose-rthe monument must and will stand. “The glory of Oscar Wilde’s genius shines despite air attempts to belittle and blot it out My six years' work on this monument will not go for naught. Rodin, my stanch supporter, aad-the real artktlc world will rise to my support.” z The monument in dispute represents in granite Oscar Wilde’s story “De Profundis.” Its advanced type of art lays it open to criticism of those of the stereotyped school of monumental art.

LOSING ITS RELICS

Landmarks of New York Are Fast Disappearing. Workmen Remove Ancient Dragons Which Marked Historic SpotRelics of Dutch Days Found In Earth From Excavation. New York. —At the foot of Broadway workmen have removed one of lower New York's few remaining landmarks of the last century, and those who paused for a moment to watch the work realized at last that the assault of the city authorities on building line encroachments had known neither sentiment nor favor.. With chisel and drill the workmen demolished the stone foundation supporting one of the great iron dragons of the old Washington building at No. 1 Broadway, which now knows no more the two huge ornaments that reared themselves so long opposite Bowling Green, op the spot where Wouter Van Twiller, Petrus Stuyvesant and the old Dutch burghers and burgomasters used to sit and smoke their evening pipes, and where later stood the house where Benedict Arnold had his headquarters before he turned traitor. These dragons, clawing their long iron bodies around twin lamp posts, spreading wings and tails toward the crowd hurrying across Bowling Green, are not by any means the only landmarks which have been thrown to the scrap heap by the city’s ruthless order that the building line must be preserved. Further up Broadway, at the corner of Exchange alley, men have already torn away the only relic of revolutionary days which had remained downtown, save those In Fraunce’s tavern. Now, in the back room of a store at 65 Brodway there lies discarded and already forgotten the old black cannon which stood for, many years in front of the building as a reminder to the preoccupied New Yorkers that there actually had been a war of independence. Probably there would not be so much reason to feel outraged at this desecration were it not that a block below, in front of the old Stevens house, still crouch, safe from molestation, the two huge lions which once adorned the British consulate. There they are, large as life, iron eyes glaring out from before the structure in which Daniel Webster took his bride. Iron nostrils distend toward the passers-by, seemingly breathing defiance on all who dare question their right to remain. The cannon, which has been removed, from t the marlu It is believed to have formed a part of the Oyster Pasty battery that was thrown up by the colonists at the outbreak x of the Revolutionary war, on the shore of the Hudson opposite the door of Exchange alley. Coincident with the disappearance of the ancient cannon, pedestrians in tower New York who have had the curiosity to look have found all sorts of relics of the Dutch days. In e»rth taken from excavations for the new aqueduct and other work. Bits of

DUTCH GIRL TRAMPING AROUND WORLD

MISS DORA RODRIGUES, nineteen years old, of Amsterdam, Holland, who is making a tour of the world afoot, reached Washington a few days ago. Miss Rodrigues wears two medals. One for her ability at games and the other for skating. From Washington she will go to Cuba and then home to Holland. She is the daughter of a diamond merchant of Holland. She wears a 38-callber automatic revolver swung at her side in true Western style. She is slightly over five feet tall, but every line of her lithe body displays great strength.

broken blue china, brown jugs, Dutch pipes and other things of that kind have been taken from earth dug from the bed of an old canal

ILL FOR FIRST TIME; IS 104

V Woman Celebrates Anniversary, How- . ever, Following Out Her Custom of Not Worrying. Philadelphia.—Mrs. Rebecca Klssickof 635 North Forty-seventh street has been forced to take to her bfd with real illness for the first time in the 104 years of her life. Mrs. Kissick celebrated her one hundred and fourth birthday anniversary in bed, and the elaborate festivities that had been arranged were called off. Only four weekss ago Mrs. Kissick, who is a remarkable woman, issued a challenge to any woman of more than fifty years to go through an endurance race with her. The race was to be up the steps that lead from the ground to the tower of the city hall. She distinctly remembers incidents of 90 years ago. Her one prescription for a long life is "Don’t worry ” No matter how bad material things may be she says a person should not worry. “Think of today, and let tomorrow take care of itself,” is the advice she gives. Miss Kissick was born in Germany on September 14, 1808. Her father was a soldier in Blucher’s army at the battle of Waterloo. She remembers her father coming home from the Na-

Eating Poor Man’s Dinner

Party of English Newspaper Meir Try t - it and Find It Very Good. London.— A party of newspaper men recently met at the rooms of the Society of Medical Officers pf Health to eat a poor man’s dinner. It was, of course, such a dinner as no poor man ever eats, but that is because he does not know how to lay his money out so as to get the best and most feeding stuffs, neither does his wife know how to cook them properly when bought These things they could learn from the secretary of the society, a barrister and an enthusiast on dietetics. It was interesting to learn what can be done by judicious buying at the open air markets of London, where the food is probably cheaper and of better quality than in any other capital. They started with some tasty coup made from parts of fish usually thrown away as useless by^thriftless cooks, each helping costing about a fourth of a cent to make. The foreigners In Sohc are well aware of these economies. Then there were admirable c?nt apiece herrings, haddock and three meat courses any one of which would have made a good meal. There was roast mutton from Australia —nine cents a pound la the open air market: flank of Australian beef—a part commonly ignored by English housewives, but gcod to egt all the rame; steak and kidney pie. costing about six cents a jnrtion: and Jugged hare made from colonial ha»K

poleonlc wars and telling about them. Soon after those wars he came to America and settled in Philadelphia. Since 1818 Mrs. Kissick has lived here. In 1834 she was married to Adam Klssick. They had three children, all of whom are living. She has 19 grandchildren and three great-grandchil-dren. Her husband died more than forty years ago.

LONDON IS RAG TIME MAD

Music Halls Now Are Putting On American Aire Find an Agreeable Change. London. —The latest phase of the American invasion of London is ragtime music, which has suddenly developed on a large scale. Today no London music hall program is complete without a rag-time act -.One house is preparing a rag-time reHew. Sir Edward Moss, head of the MossStoll vaudeville circuit and the biggest man in the British variety world, said: "I thoroughly believe we are about to have a craze ’or rag-time music. Viennese waltz songs have a great run of popularity, but the public is demanding something new. Ragtime, the real American rag-time, which is at present little known In England, is entirely new and a change.”

Professor Advocates Love Letters.

Philadelphia.—Love letters between the pupils, under proper supervision of the teachers. Is advocated as an excellent method of teaching literature by Dr. Arthur Holmes of the department of psychology of the University of Pensylvania.

bought at fifty cents for nine pounds and tasting as good as the Norfolk variety. The lemon pudding was so alluring that most of the newspaper men came again for more. The dessert was West Indian limes (five for a cent), pears (four cents a pound), and so on. The meal cost much less than the tinned meat and fruit so much patronized by the poor and was tar more nourishing.

YOUNG ITALIANS CLIMB ALPS

1,000 Boys and Girls Chosen by Moun- ° taineering Societies In Endurance Test Milan —The Italian mountaineering societies are bolding an interesting endurance test with 1,000 young men and girls who were chosen for a three days’ climb in the western Alps. The highest point attempted will be the Matterhorn pass. The young mountaineers started on Friday, accompanied by guides and ten doctors They will be roped together in sections of ten in the higher regions. There will be officials In each section to take notes.

Gypsies Make Raid.

Atlantic City, N. J.—Seventy halfstarved Gypsies raided Abscond, an exclusive suburb seven- miles from here and captured tend and clothe*.

AROUND THE CAMP FIRE

RELICS OF GENERAL CUSTER Interesting Collection Secured by National Museum From Widow of Noted Indian Fighter. An interesting collection has recent* ly been installed In the Jiall of in the National museum, consisting ofi articles donated and lent by MrsGeorge A. Custer, widow of Brevet) Maj. Gen. George A. Custer, U. 8. 'A. General Custer is probably best re* membered by his achievements in the many Indian fights in which he par* tldpated, and by bis record as an> Indian scout.' The collection includes a memento of this phase of his career in the form of the white buckskin coat in which he has been most often pictured as a plainsman and scout. This coat is Ln excellent condition, and looks as If the general had just) removed It and hung it up. It hag! deep collar and cuffs, and Is heavily fringed with slashed buckskin trimming. The pockets are made much as In modern sporting coats, while but* tons -are of the regular army pattern of the period. This coat calls to mind; the services which General Custer rendered to the government in the campaigns against the Sioux In 1875 and 1876, in the last of which, the battle of the Little Big Horn, he met his death.

Accompanying the coat is a yellow plumed cavalry helmet and a buckskin gauntlet, both worn during his active service against the Indians from 1866 to 1876 while lieutenant colonel Seventh cavalry, U. 8. A. There is also a blue regulation army officer’s coat, with two starred straps, plush collar and cuffs —the coat which he wore on his marriage to Miss Elizabeth Bacon, February 9, 1864. A straight cavalry saber ot tremendous size Is also included In the collection. It was a spoil of war captured by Mater Drew, who presented it to General Custer, since he knew of no other man able to wield such a large feapob. It has a Toledo blade, on which is engraved in Spanish, "Do not draw me without cause and do not sheathe me without honor.” A Virginia state flag, a prize of the general’s personal prowess, captured by him in 1861 when a lieutenant, is also on display. One object of great historical significance, though rather of an unrorantlc nature, is half of a white towel which figured conspicuously in the battle just preceding the surrender of General Lee at Appomattox. It seems that while General Lee had gone to the rear of the Confederate lines to secure an interview with General Grant, leaving General Longstreet in command, . General Gordon’s division became hard pressed by the enemy and called on Longstreet for assistance. Not being able to furnish assistance at this time, Longstreet sent his Inspector general, Major R. M. Simms, to suggest to Gordon the sending of a flag of truce to the federate requesting a suspension of hostilities pending the Interview between Lee and Grant. Following this suggestion, Gordon at once dispatched Simms to the federal commander, Sheridan, with this request. As Major Simms galloped toward the lines of the federate he searched his haversack for something white to cover his advance, but found only a towel. This he drew out and waved above'hls head as he approached the enemy. The Union soldiers eaught sight of the white towel, held their fire, and under this improvised flag Simms was allowed to enter the lines where he was met by Colonel Whittaker and taken to General Custer, who was in command of that part of the field. Neither of these officers, however, cared to declare a temporary cessation of hostilities just then, feeling that they had the advantage of the fight and held the southern army at their mercy. So Simms was obliged to return to bls own lines without accomplishing his purpose. He left the truce towel in the hands of Colonel Whittaker," who took half of it and gave the other portion to General Custer. It was only shortly after the incident just mentioned that Sheridan and Gordon met and established a temporary truce which held until the conference between Grant and Lee terminated the war. Most important among this collection of war relics is a little oval table of wood, much battered and scarred, on which General Grant wrote the letter containing the terms of surrender of General Lee, at the home of Wilmer McLean. The collection also includes a pin made from a piece of conch shell, cnee a button frotfl the coat of General Washington, presented by a relative of the general to Custer. Later Custer had it mounted In gold for his wife, who wore it for many years as a brooch.

Effective Joko, but-

A young contraband, servant of a junior staff officer, was ignorant of the fact that his master had a cork leg, and the first night the officer had the darky pull off his boots. "Now, look sharp,” said the officer. •Don’t pull too bard.” The officer loosened the straps about his waist, and off came the leg. The ?olared boy gave a groan, turned ashy white and fled, knocking over a.picket tn bi* mad flight. The officer lost a »-v-nl. for he ran sV-alght into a