Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 254, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 October 1912 — Page 2

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OopyrUht, MU, lylt Oa S BYNOPBIS. Lieut, Harry Mallory Is ordered to the Philippines. He and Marjorie Newton decide to elope, but wreck of taxlpab prevents their seeing minister on the way to the train. Transcontinental train Is taking on passengers. Porter has a lively time with an Englishman and Ira Lathrap, a Yankee business man. The elopers have an exciting time getting ®to the Bain. "little Jimmie" Wellington, bound ftr Reno to get % dlvorpe, boards train in maudlin condition. Later Mrs. Jimmie •spears. She is also bound for Renowith same object Likewise Mrs. Sammy Whitcomb. Latter blames Mrs. Jimmie for her marital troubles. Classmates of Mallory decorate bridal berth. Rev. and Mrs. Temple start on a vacation. They decide to cut loose and Temple removes evidence of his calling. Marjorie decides to let Mallory proceed alone, but train starts while they are lost In farewell. Passengers join Mallory’s classmates In giving oonple wedding nasing. Marjorie Is distracted. Ira Lathrop, woman-hating bachelor, discovers an old sweetheart, Anne Gattle, a fellow passenger. Mallory vainly hunts for a preacher among the passengers. CHAPTER XIII. Hostilities Bet *»• During Mallory’s absence, Marjorie had met with a little adventure of her own. Ira Lathrop finished his reencounter with Anne Gattle shortly after Mallory set out stalking clergymen. In the mingled confusion of ending his one romantic flame still glowing on a vestal altar, and of shocking her with an escape of profanity, he hacked away from her presence, and sank into his own berth. He realised that he was not alone. Somebody was alongside. He turned to find the great tear-spent eyes of Marjorie staring at him. He rose with a recrudescence of blB womanhating wrath, and dashing up the sdsle, found the porter Just returning trod! the baggage car. He seized the black factotum and growled: "Say, porter, there’s a woman In nay berth.” The porter chuckled, incredulous: “Woman in ye’ berth!” “Yes—get her out." - “Yassah,” the porter nodded, and advanced on Marjorie with a gentle, * 'Sense me, missus—yo’ berth Is numba one.” “1 don’t care,” snapped Marjorie. “I won’t take It.” “But thiß un belongs to that gentleman.” “He’ can have mine—ours —Mr. Mallory’s,” cried Marjorie, pointing to the white-ribboned tent in the farther end of the car. Then she gripped the arms of the seat, as If defying eviction. The porter stared at her In helpless chagrin. Then he shuffled hack murmured: “I reckon you’d betta put her out.’’ Lathrop withered the coward with one contemptuous look, and strode down the aisle with a determined grimness. He took his ticket from his pocket as a clinching proof of his title, and thrust it out at Marjorie. She gave It one indifferent glance, and then her eyes and mouth puckered, as If she had munched a green persimmon, and a long low wall like a distant engine-whistle, stole from her lips. Ira Lathrop stared at her to blank wrath, doddered Irresolutely, and roared: “Agh, let her have It!” The porter smiled triumphantly, and said: “She says yon kin have her berth." He pointed at the bridal arbor. Lathrop almost exploded at the Idea. £ Now he felt a hand on bis shoulder, and turned to see Little Jimmie Wellington emerging from his berth with an enormous smile: "Bay, Pop, have you seen lovely riee-trap? Stick around till she flops.' % But Lathrop flung away to the franking room. Little Jimmie turned to the Jovial negro: “Porter, porter.” ’Tm right by yon." "What time d’you say we get to Reno?” “Mawnin’ of the fo’th day, sah.” "Well, call me Just before we roll In” And he rolled In. His last words down the aisle and met Mrs. Little Jimmie Wellington jayst returning from the Women s Rodin, where ahe b»d sought nepenthe in more than ona of her exquisite little cigars. The familiar voice, familiarly bibulous, •mote her ear with amazement. She beckoned the porter to her anxiously. “Porter! Porter! Do you kupw the name of the man who Just hurtled la?” "No’m.” said the porter. ’’l reckon he’s so broken up he ain’t got any name left." ‘lt eouldn’t be,” Mrs. Jimmie mused. “Things can be sometimes," said “Yen msy up my berth now,' ifrs. Wellington, forgetting that Anne Gattle was still there. Mrs. Wellington hastened to apologize, and beared her to stay, but the spinster mated to be Car away from the dls-

tnthing atmosphere of divorce. She was dreaming Already with her eyes open, and she sank into number atxln a lotus-eater’s reverie. Mrs. Wellington gathered certain things together and took up her handbag, to return to the Women’s Room, Just as Mrs. Whitcomb came forth from the curtains of her own berth, where she had made certain preliminaries to disrobing, and put on a light, decidedly negligee negligee. The two women collided ih the aisle, whirled on one Another, as women do when they Jostle, recognized each other with wild stares of amazement. set their teeth, and made a simultaneous dash along the corridor, shoulder wrestling with shoulder. They the door marked “Women” at the same Inßtant, and as neither would have dreamed of offering the other a courtesy, they squeezed through together In a Kilkenny jumble. CHAPTER XIV. The Dormitory on Wheels. Of all the shocking institutions in human history, the sleeping car is the most shocking—or would be, If we were not so used to It. There can be no doubt that we are the most moral nation on earth, for we admit It ourselves. Perhaps we prove it, too, by the Arcadian prosperity of these twostory hotels on wheels, where miscellaneous travelers dwell In complete promiscuity, and sleep almost side by side, in apartments, or compartments, separated only by a plank ancPa curtain, and guarded only by one sleepy negro. After the fashion of the famous country whose inhabitants' earned a meager sustenance by taking in each other’s washing, so in Sleeping Carpathia we attain a meager respectability by everybody’s chaperoning everybody else. So topsy-turvied. Indeed, are our notions, once we are aboard a train, that the staterooms alone are regarded with suspicion; we question the motives of those who must have a room to themselves! —a room with a real door! that locks! I And, now, on this sleeping car, prettily named “Snowdrop,” scenes were enacting that would have thrown our great-grandmothers into fits —scenes which, if we found them in France, or Japan, we should view with alarm as almost Unmentionable evidence of the moral obliquity of those nations. But this was our own country —the part of It which admits that It is the best part —the moralest part, the staunch middle west. This was Illinois. Yet dozens of cars were beholding similar immodesties in chastest Illinois, and all over the map, thousands of people, In hundreds of cars, were permitting total strangers to view preparations which have always, hitherto, been reserved for the most intimate and legalized relations. The porter was deftly transforming the day-coach into a narrow lane entirely surrounded lyr draperies. Behind most of the portieres, fluttering In the lightest breeze, and perilously following the hasty passer-by, homely offices were being enacted. The population of this little town was going to bed.' The porter was putting them to sleep as if they were children in a nursery, and he a black mammy. The frail walls of little sanctums were bulging with the bodies of people disrobing in the aisle, with nothing between them and the beholder’s eye but a clinging Curtain that explained what it did not reveal. From apertures here and there disembodied feet were protruding and mysterious hands were removing shoes and other things. Women in risky attire were scooting to one end of the car, and men In shirt sleeves, or less, were hastening to the other. When Mallory returned to the “Snowdrop,” his ear was greeted by the thud of dropping shoes. He found Marjorie being rapidly Immured, like Poe’s prisoner, in a jail of closing walls. She was u unspeakably ill at ease, and by the irony of custom, the one person on whom she depended for protection. was the one person whose contiguity was most alarming—and all for lack of a brief trialogue, with a clergyman, as the tertlum quid. When Mallory’s careworn face appeared round the edge of the partition now erected between her and tUe abode of Dr. and Mrs. Temple, Marjorie shivered anew, and asked with all anxiety: “Did you find a minister?” Perhaps the Recording Angel overlooked Mallory’s answer: “Not a damn minister." - When he dropped- at Marjorie’s side she edged away from him, pleading: “Oh, whaj shall we do?” He answered dismally and Ineffectively: “We’ll have to go on pretending to be —Just friends. “But everybody thinks we’re married.” “That’s so!” he admitted, with the Imbecility of fatigued hope. They sat a while listening to the porter slipping sheets into place and thumping pillows into cases, a few doors down the street. He would be ready for them at any moment. Something most be done, but what? what? CHAPTER XV. A Premature Divorce. Suddenly Marjoril’a heart gave a leap of Joy. She was having another Idea. “I'll tell you, Harry. We’ll pretend to quarrel, and then—” "And then you can leave me In high dudgeon.” The ruse struck him as a trifle an- ] convincing. “Don’t yon think it looks j kind of Improbable on—on—such an j occasion?” I Marjorie blushed, and lowered her

eyes end her votes: “Can you largest anything better?” “No, but—” “Then, well have to quarrel, dart* tag.” He yielded., for lack of a hettdfr idea: “All right, beloved. How shall we begin?” On close approach, the idea did seem rather impossible to her. "How could I ever quarrel with you, my love?” she cooed. He gazed at her with a rush' ot lovely tenderneSß: "And how could 1 ever speak crossly to you?" “We never shall h&ve a harsh word, shall we?” she resolved/ "Never!” he seconded. So that resolution passed the house unanimously. They held hands in luxury a while, then she began again: “Still, we must pretend. You start it, love.” “No, you start it,” he pleaded. - “You ought to," she beamed. "You got me Into this mess.’’ The word slipped out Mallory started: “Mess! How is it my fault? Good Lord, are you going to begin chucking it up?” “Well, you must admit, darling," Marjorie urged, “that you’ve bungled everything pretty badly.” It was so undeniable that he could only groan: “And I suppose I’ll hear of this till my dying day, dearest.” Marjorie had a little temper all -her own. So she defended it; “If you are so afraid of my temper, love, perhaps you'd better call it all off before it's too late.” “I didn’t Bay anything about your temper, sweetheart,” Mallory insisted. “You did, too, honey. You said I’d chuck this up till your dying day. As If I had such a disposition! You can stay here.” She rose to her feet. He pressed her back with a decisive motion, and demanded: “Where are you going?” “Up in the baggage car with Snoozleums,” she sniffled. ‘‘He’s the only one that doesn’t find fault with me.” Mallory was stung to action by this orlslB: “Walt,” he said. He leaned out and motioned down the alley. “Porter! Walt a moment, darling. Porter!” The porter arrived with a half-fold-ed blanket In his hands, and his üßual "Yassah!” Beckoning him closer, Mallory mumbled In a low tone: “Is there an extra berth on this car?” The porter’s *eyes seemed to rebuke his ears. “Does you want this upper made up?” “No —of course not.” “Ex—excuse me, I thought—” “Don’t you dare to think!” Mallory thundered. "Isn’t there another lower berth r The porter breathed hard, and gave this bridal couple up as a riddle that followed no known rules. He went to find the sleeping car conductor, and returned with the .Information that the diagram showed nobody assigned to number three. “Then I'll take number three,” said Mallory, poking money at the porter. And still the porter could not understand. “Now, lemme onderstan’ you-all," he stammered. “Does you both move over to numba three, or does yo’—yo’ lady remain heah, wbile jest you preambulates?” “Just I preambulate, you black hound!” Mallory answered, in a threatening tone. The porter could understand that, at least, and he bristled away with a meek: “Yessah. Numba three Is yours, sah.” The troubled features of the baffled porter cleared up as by magic when he arrived at number three, for there he found his tyrant and tormentor, the English Invader. He remembered how indignantly Mr. Wedgewood had refused to show his ticket, how cocksure he was of his number, how he had leased the porter’s services as a sort of private nurse, and had paid no advance roy* alties. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Palace Where Wagner Died.

Apropos of the return from her chateau in Styria of the Duchesse della Grazia to her palace In Venice, a Paris contemporary gives an interesting account of Vendramin, which is not only one of the moßt beautiful residences on the canal, but it is closely associated with the history of the city of the doges. It was built In 1441. German princes occupied it at first Then it passed into the possession qf the duke of Mantua, who purchased it for 60,000 ducats of gold. It was the soene of great social events under the Archduke Charles Ferdinand of Austria and his wife, Anne de Medicis, in 1652, and through 9 them the palace has come into the possession of the present owners through marriage. It was here that Richard Wagner died In 1888. The desk at which he wrote “Tristan und Isolde” is carefully preserved. Some years ago a plaque was affixed to the palace showing Its connection with the great composer.

Speaking Conscientiously.

Senator La Follette during his re cent visit to Philadelphia said to * reporter, apropos of a flagrant piece of hypocrisy: “Why, the man’s as bad as a Newport groom I heard of the other day.' “This groom stood beside his master while a veterinary examined a costly cob. The veterinary, at the end of his 'examination, prononaeed the cob incurable and took leave. Then the master, sighing heavily, turned to the groom and said: “‘Well. James, what am I to de with the poor beast now?* ** ‘Conscientiously spbakln’, sir,' tfc< groom replied. *1 think you’d bettet part with him now to another gen tie man, sir.”' . -

BRIGHT FUTURE FOR BIG JEFF TESREAU

Of all the pitchers who broke into the major leagues this season Jeff Tesreau of the Giants looks the most promising. His no-hit game against the Phils recently stamps him as a man possessing the goods. Tessy has the gigantic build and the strength bf a mighty twirler. Like Ed Walsh he is ideally constructed for a spit-ball hurler. Unlike Walsh, he came into his own the first year—it took Walsh about two seasons before he really got going. During the early part of the season Tesreau was a delight and a despair to McGraw. “He seems to have everything a pitcher should have, yet he don’t seem to be coming across,” the Giant boss is reported as saying. But today Tessy is McGraw’s chief reliance.

HOW JENNINGS GOT STARTED

Leader of Detroit Tigers Worked His Way From Pennsylvania Coal Mine to Bar. Hughey Jennings came out of a coal mine without much education or much of anything else. He saw in baseball a chance for something better and he worked both on and off the field to improve himself and his people. After he got through playing ball because his arm wore out he coached Cornell, studying law at the same time, and eventually graduated. When he is not leading his team and tearing up grass on the base-lines he is the head of the firm of Jennings & Jennings, attorneys at Scranton, Pa., near

Hugh Jennings.

where he crawled out of an anthracite mine to become leader of two great baseball clubs. He is quite a skillful lawyer—and they say when sticks up one leg, doubles his fists and yells “e—yah” at a jury the opposing attorney quits.

Hard Hitting Pitcher.

Bill McCorry. pitcher, made „■ two hits, one a double, the other a single, Jn one inning, when sent in as pinch hitter for the San Francisco team recently.

Pitcher Kellogg Killed.

Albert Kellogg, former schoolboy pitcher, who had a tryout with the Pi--ates this spring, was shot and killed >y a cowboy in Montana recently. He vas once vkh Providence.

Jeff Tesreau of New York Giants.

Like other wise managers, this Mo Graw .can spot budding talent and is patient during its development. Look how he waited two years while Rube Marquard was getting back into his stride. He was willing to wait that long or longer for Tesreau, but this is one time he didn’t have to hang around. Some day Tesreau probably will be called the “King of Pitchers,’’ a proud tfflb held the last ten years by Messrß. Mathewson, Brown, Walsh, Johnson and Wood in the order named. The kings of former days are fewer —because they stretched over a longer period of time. Look ’em over—Radbourne, Spalding, Clarkson and Rusie Perhaps we have missed a dozen oi so, but no harm is done in the tell ing.

NOTES of the DIAMOND

Boston fans now want to buy Jake Stahl an auto. Butler, who went from St. Paul to Pittsburg, made good in fine style. Larry Lajoie says Walter Johnson is a better pitcher than Joe Wood. Gonzales, the Cuban, who has been signed by the Boston Nationals, can’t speak English. Herzog of the Giants is going to attend the agricultural school at Cornell this winter. Hughie Jennings is spending much of his time telling how he missed having Jeff Teasreau. Critics say the Giants don’t like speed and especially are weak against a fast one with a hop to it. Cleveland has bought the Waterbury club of the Connecticut league and will use it for farming purposes. Harry Wolter does not look for any trouble with hjs bad leg next year as the result of his injury this season. Mike Mowrey of the St. Louis Nationals is sure to be traded before spring if Roger Bresnahan has his way. ■ t-t - The applause that greeted George Stovall every time he appeared on the Naps’ field this summer broke Davis’ heart. Ban Johnson is after George Hildebrand from the Pacific Coast league -to join the American league staff next season. , The Giants have seven batters batting better than .300, while the Red, Sox have but four. Tres Speaker leads them all with .391. The Highlanders’ new third baseman, Del Paddock, Is a natural left-, banded batter, bat switches when hitting against a southpaw. Experts who sized up Pitched Schegg, the Nebraska Indian whom Clark Griffith sent to Atlanta, declared that he had nothing bat • windup. Fielder Jones is reported to have ruled the Northwestern league with, cn iron hand the past summer and will have a fight on his hands to be reelected this fall. >■ Clark Griffith is not regarded as a herd lack leader any more. He baa taken his place as one of the real brainy managers because o! bis creel allowing this year.

CATCHES GAME FOR QUARTER

Bradley Kocher of Detroit Tigers id Called From Grandetand to Earn “ - WfinWeent Sum. Had the manager of the Easton tonm of the now defunct Atlantic league refused to give Jack Kocher, now second catcher of the Detroit team, the 25 cents that he paid to witness a game at Easton in 1909 the Tigers would probably be without one of the best young backstops In the game. That was the only condition on which he would catch for Easton when he was picked ont of the stand after the only catcher that team had was crippled by a foul. It is the merest bit of luck that gave Kocher his start in baseballIt happened this way., Kocher lived at White Haven, near Philadelphia, and a short distance from Easton. A big, husky farmer’s boy drifted into Easton to visit his cousin, said boy being Kocher, on a day when the Easton team was playing a doubleheader against Sunbury, another Atlantic league team. The cousin suggested that they spend the afternoon at the ball game and Kocher, who was something of a catcher in White Haven, agreed to go along. In the seventh inning of the first game Catcher Barret was put out with a bunged finger and the game was about to be called off when the cousin tipped the manager off to the fact that Kocher could catch. Kocher didn’t want to catch a game that he had paid "to see, and so informed ~the manager, making the proposition that he would catch If he received his quarter back. An agreement reached, he put on Barret’s uniform and caught eleven innings of star baseball. The following day Lave Cross, the old Athletic and Washington third baseman, came to Easton with his Mount Carmel team. Kocher threw to all the bases with such speed and ease that Cross told Connie Mack and Kocher has had a job ever since.

PITCHER LOSES LITTLE TIME

Brooklyn Twirler Accomplishes Notable Feat in Recent Game With Cincinnati Reds. Pitcher Ragon of the Brooklyn Dodgers is one of the fastest working twirlers in the National League. In a game, with the Cincinnati Reds

Pitcher Ragon.

but one hour and ten minutes were' needed to enable Ragon to defeat the westerners. Ragon omits all unnecessary flourishes and keeps right at work all the time he is in the box, never taking a breathing spell, nor allowing his catcher any rest.

Triple Play Unassisted.

First Baseman William Rapps of the .Portland Baseball club of the Pacific Coast league made a triple play unassisted in a recent game between Portland and Oakland. Oakland runners were on first and second bases. The batsman hit a low liner toward first and the base runers, thinking the ball could not be fielded, sprinted ahead. Rapps scooped up the ball with one hand before it touched the ground. He totßshed first base before the runner could get back and then raced to second in time to get the third man.

Good to Tesreau.

They had to strain a point to make a no-hit game for Jeff Teßreau at Philadelphia on Septfem’ber 6, but not because the Big'Bear did not do his part The disputed hit was a short fly hit by Paskert. Both Merkle and Wilson went "fitter it and let it drop between them. It was first scored as a hit, but Merkle afterwards declared without batting an eye that he touched the ball and took an error, so that Tesreau’s hit column might be a blank.

Arties in Mix-Up.

Artie Hofman and Artie Butler did the Alphonse and Oaston act on a fly recently, and were roasted for being boneheads, but Manager Clarke came to their rescue with the explanation that it was due to both having the same names. Wagner shouted “Artie,” for Butler and Carey shouted "Artie’’ for Hofman. The result was that both Arties ran after the ball and. stopped to avoid a collision.

Great Work by Richie.

Lou Richie of the Chicago Cubs has done great work 'ln the box for the team this year. He is only a pickup pitcher, but his splendid twirling has helped mightily in putting the Cubs in the pennant race.

Gaston Suspended.

Dave Oaston was depended for the season in the South Atlantic league because he was drawing more than the salary limit of the league. ''. ' *