Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 271, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 November 1912 — Page 2

The Daily Republican Bvury Day Except Sunday HEALEY & CLARK, Publisher*. INDIANA.

EXCUSE ME!

By Ruapart Hughes

r»MTtm mi nr h r nr f*t ' 13 SYNOPSIS. ' Unit Harry Mallory is ordered to the Philippines. He and Marjorie Newton decide to elope, but wreck of taxicab 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 L&throp, a Yankee business man. The elopers have an exciting time getting to the train. “little Jimmie” Wellington, bound for Reno to get a divorce, boards train ta maudlin condition. Later Mrs. Jimmie appears. She Is also bound for Reno with 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 couple wedding hazing. Marjorie is distracted. Ira Lathrop, woman-hating (mchelor, discovers an old sweetheart Annie Gattle, a fellow passenger. Mallory vainly hunts for a preacher among the passengers. Mrs. Wellington hears little Jimmie’s voice. Later she meets Mrs. Whitcomb. Mallory reports to Marjorie his failure to find a preacher. They decide to pretend a quarrel and Mallory finds a vacant berth. Mrs. Jimmie discover* Wellington on the train. Mallory again makes an unsuccessful hunt for a preacher. Dr. Temple poses as a physician. Mrs. Temple Is Induced by Mrs. Wellington to smoke a cigar. Sight of preacher on a station platform raises Mallory's hopes, but he takeß another tnun. Missing hand baggage compels the couple to borrow from passengers. Jimmie gets a cinder In his eye and Mrs. Jimmie gives first aid. Coolness is then resumed. Still no clergyman. More borrowing. Dr. Temple puzzled by behavior of different couples. Marjorie's jealousy aroused by Mallory's baseball jargon. _ CHAPTER XXV. _l The Train Wrecker. The train-butcher, entering the Ob■erratlon Room, found only a loving couple. He took In at a glance their desire for solitude. A large part of his business was the forcing of wares on people wjio did not want them. His voice and his method suggested the mosquito. Seeing Mallory and Marjorie mutually absorbed In reading each other’s eyes, and evidently In need of nothing on earth less than something else to read, the trainbutcher decided that his best plan of ettack was to make himself a nuisance. It is a plan successfully adopted by organ-grinders, street pianists and, other blackmailers under the guise of art, who have nothing so welcome to sell as their absence. Mallory and Marjorie heard the train-boy’s hum, but they tried to ignore it. "Papers, gents and ladles? Yes? No? Paris fashions, lady?” He shoved a large periodical between their very noses, but Marjorie threw It on the floor, with a bitter glance at her own borrowed plumage: "Don’t show me any Paris fashlons!” Then she gave the boy his conge by resuming her chat with Mallory: "How long do we stop at Og460?** The train-boy went right on auctioning bis papers and magazines, and poking them Into the laps of his prey. And they went right on talking to one another and pushing his papers and magazines to the floor. “I think I’d better get off at Ogden, and take the next train back. That's Just what I’ll do. Nothing, thank you I” this last to the trainboy. "But you can’t leave me like this,” Mallory urged excitedly, with a side glance of "No, no!” to the train-boy. "I can, and I must, and I will," Marjorie Insisted. “I*ll go pack my things now.” “But, Marjorie, listen to me.” “Will you let me alone!" This to the gadfly, but to Mallory a dejected wall: “I—l just remembered. I haven’t anything to pack.” "And you’ll have to give back that waist to Mrs. Temple. You can’t get off at Ogden without a waist.” Til go anyway. I want to get home.” “Marjorie, if you talk that way—l’ll throw you off the train!” Bhe gasped. He explained: "I wasn’t talking to you; I was trying to atop this phonograph.” Then he rose, and laid violent hands on the annoyer, shoved him to the corridor, seized his bundle of papers from bis srm, and hurled them at his bead. They fell In a ahower about the trainbutcher, who could only feel a certain respect for the one man who had ever treated him as he knew he deserved. He bent to pick up his scattered merchandise, and when he had hie stock together, put hie (bead in. and sang out a sincere: “Excuse me.” . I But Mallory did not hear him, be excitedly trying to calm the excited gM. who. baring eloped with flUm, was preparing now to elope baok without him. “Darling, you can't desert me now,” Be pi reded, “and leave me to go on "Ml, why don’t you do some-

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thing?” she retorted. In equal desperation. “If I were a man, and 1 bad the girl I loved on a train. I’d get her married If I had to wreck the—" she caught her breath, paused a second In Intense thought, and then, with sudden radiance, cried: “Harry, dear!” “Yes, love!” “I have an Idea—an Inspiration!” “Yes, pet,” rather dubiously from him, but with absolute exultation from her: “Let’s wreck the train!” ‘T don’t follow you, sweetheart." “Don’t you see?” she began excitedly. “When there are train wrecks a lot of people get killed, and things. A minister always turns up to administer the last something or otber—well—” “Well?” “Well, stupid, don’t you see? We wreck a train, a minister comes, we nab him, he marries us, and —there we are! Everything’s lovely!’’ He gave her one of those looks with which a man usually greets what a woman calls an inspiration. He did not honor her invention with analysis. He simply put forward an objection to It, and, man-llke, chose the ir.Oßt hateful of all objections: “It’s a lovely Idea, but the wreck would delay us for hours and hours, and I’d miss my transport—” “Harry Mallory, if you mention that odious transport to me again, I know I’ll have hydrophobia. I’m going home.” “But, darling,” he pleaded, “you can’t desert me now, and leave me to go on alone?" She had her/answer glib: '■%£ “If you really loved me, you’d—” “Oh, I know,” he cut In. "You’ve said that before. But I’d be courtmartialed. I’d lose my career.” “What’s a career to a man who truly loves?” “It’s jußt as much as It Is to anybody else —and more.” She could hardly controvert this gracefully, so she sank back with grim resignation. “Well, I’ve proposed my plan, and you don’t like it. Now, suppose you propose something.” The silence was oppressive. They sat like Btoughton bottles. There the conductor found them some time later. He gave them a careless look, selected a chair at the end of the car, and began to sort his tickets, spreading them out on another chair, making notes with the pencil he took from atop his ear, and shoved back from time to time; Ages seemed to pa§s, and Mallory had not even a suggestion. By this time Marjorie’s temper had evaporated, and when he said: “If we could only stop at some town for half an hour,” she said: “Maybe the conductor would hold the train for us.” “I hardly think he would.” “He looks like an awfully nice man. You ask him.”

“Oh, what’s the use?” Marjorie was getting tired of depending on this charming young man with the very bad luck. She decided to assume command herself. She took recourse naturally to the original feminine methods: “I ll take care of him,” she said, with resolution. “A woman can get a man to do almost anything if she flirts a little with him.” 1 1 “Marjorie!” “Now, don’t you mind anything 1 do. Remember, it’s all for love of you—even if I have to kiss him.” “Marjorie, I won’t permit —” “You have no right to boss me—yet. You subside." She gave him the merest touch, but he fell backward into a chair, utterly aghast at the shameless siren Into which desperation had altered the timid little thing he thought he had chosen to love. He was being rapidly Initiated into the complex and versatile and fearfully wonderful thing a woman really Is, and he was saying to himself, “What have I married?” forgetting, for the moment, that he had not married her yet, and that therein lay the whole trouble.

CHAPTER XXVI. Delilah and the Conductor. Like the best of women and the worst of men, Marjorie was perfectly willing to do evil, that good might come of it. She advanced on the innocent conductor, as the lady from Sorek must have sidled up to Samson, coquetting with one arch hand other. and snipping the shears with the The stupefied Mallory saw Marjorie in a startling imitation of herself at her sweetest; only now it was brazen mimicry, yet how like! She went forward as the shyest young thing in the world, pursed her Ups Into an ecstatic simper, and began on the unsuspecting official: “Isn’t the country perfectly—” “Yes, but I’m getting used to It," the conductor growled, without looking up. His curt indifference Jolted Marjorie a trifle, but she rallied her forces, and came back with: “How long do we stop at Ogden?” “Five minutes,” very bluntly. Marjorie poured maple syrup on her tone, as sbe purred: “This train of yours is an awfully fast train, Isn't it?” “Sort of,” said the conductor, with just a trace of thaw. What followed made him hold his breath, for the outrageous little hussy was actually saying: “The company must have a great deal of confidence in you to entrust the lives and welfare of so many people to your presence of mind and courage.” "Well, of oourse, I can't say as to that—'’ Even Mallory could see that the man’s reserve was melting fast as Marjorie went on with relentless treacle: “Talk about soldiers and flremea and Ilfs-savers! I think it takes a

braver man than any of those to be a conductor —really.” “Well, It Is akind/>t 4 responsible job.” The conductor swelled his chest a little at that, and Marjorie felt that be was already hers. She hammered the weak spot in his armor: “Responsible! I should say it is. Mr. Mallory is a soldier, but soldiers are such ferocious, destructive people, while conductors save lives, and —ls I were only a man I think it would be my greatest ambition to be a conductor—especially.-on an overland express.” The conductor told the truth when he confessed: “Well, I never heard It put just that way.” Then he spoke with a little more pride, hoping to increase the Impression he felt he was making: “The main thing, of course, is to get my train through On Time!” This was a facer. He was going to get hla train through On Time Just to oblige Marjorie. She stammered: “I don’t suppose the train, by any accident, would be delayed in leaving Ogden?” “Not If I can help It,” the hero 'averred, to reassure her. “I wish It would,” Marjorie murmured. The conductor looked at her In surprise: “Why, what’s It to you?” She turned her eyes on him at full candle power, and smiled: “Oh, I just wanted to do a little shopping there.” “Shopping! While the train waits! Excuse me!” “You see,” Marjorie fluttered, “by a sad mistake, my baggage isn’t on the train. And I haven’t any—any —l really need to buy some —some things very badly. It’s awfully embarrassing to be without them.” “I can imagine,” the conductor mumbled. "Why don’t you and your husband drop off and take the next train?” “My husb—Mr. Mallory has to be in San Francisco by tomorrow night. He just has to!” “So have I.” “But to oblige me? To save me from distress —don't think you could?” Like a sweet little child she twisted one of the brass buttons on his coat sleeve, and wheedled: “Don’i you think you might hold the train just a little tiny half hour?” He was sorry, but he didn’t see how he could. Then she took his breath away again, by asking, out of a clear sky: “Are you married?” He was as awkward as if sbe had proposed to him, she answered for him: “Oh, but of course you are. The women wouldn’t let a big, handsome, noble brave giant like you escape long.” He mopped his brow In agony as she went on: “I’m sure you’re a very chivalrous man. I’m sure you would give your life to rescue a maiden in distress. Well, here’s your chance. Won’t you please hold the train?” She actually had her cheek almost against his shoulder, though she had to poise atlptoe to reach him. Mallory’s dismay was changing to a boiling rage, and the conductor was a pitiable combination of Saint Anthony and Tantalus. “I—l’d love to oblige you,” he mumbled, “but It would be aq much as my job’s worth.” “How much Is that?” Marjorie asked, and added reassuringly, "If you lost your Job I’m sure my father would get you a better one.” “Maybe," said the conductor, “but— I got this one.” Then his rolling eyes caught sight of the supposed husband gesticulating wildly and evidently clearing for ao-' tion. He warned Marjorie: "Say, your husband is motioning pt ytm.” “Don’t mind him,” Marjorie urged, “just listen to me. I Implore you. I » Seeing that he was still resisting, she played her last card, and, crying, “Oh, you can’t resist my prayers so cruelly,” she threw her arms around his neck, sobbing, ‘Do you want to break my heart?”

Mallory rushed into the scene and the conductor, tearing Marjorie’s arms loose, retreated, gasping, “No! and 1 don’t want your husband to break my head.” Mallory dragged Marjorie away, but she shook her little fist at the conductor, crying: “Do you refuse? Do you dare refuse?” “I’ve got to,” the conductor abjectly Insisted. Marjorie blazed with fury and the siren became a Scylla. “Then I'll see that my father gets you discharged. If you dare to speak to me again, 111 order my husband to throw you off this train. To think of being refused a simple little favor by a mere conductor! of a stupid old emigrant train!! of all things!!!” Then she hurled herself into a chair and pounded her heels on the floor la a tantrum that paralyzed Mallory. Even the conductor tapped him on the shoulder and said: “You have my sympathy.” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Jewels Damaged in the Post.

An English insurance company, which issues policies in regard to the loss or damage of jewels In transit, had recently to settle a heavy claim arising out of Jewels which were damaged In the post. A packet of valuable emeralds was sent to a firm la England from abroad. During the Journey a postal servant applied the official date stamp with each vigor that some of the emeralds were chipped. In another recent instance a parcel of stones was so* broken In the poet some of the Jewels were when the parcel arrived. Eloquence Not Always Persuasion. "Eloquence " said Uncle Eben, *ie liable to deceive de man dat has ft He 'casionally Tnaglnee folks is agreeIn* wlf ’im when day's only quiet for fear of spoil in’ a party talk." ‘

rHE Barnardo homes in London have sent this year nearly a thousand boys and girls as emigrants to Canada, in addition to about 23,500 sent by them in former years. The illustration shows a large group of little girls who recently landed in the Dominion, there to And healthful and happy homes.

DEAF, BLIND, ALERT

Chicagoan’s Unimpaired Faculties Developed to High Degree. Harry L. Vlrden, Instructor of Walcott Combs, Is Working to Educate Others Like Himself—Tells How Youth Enjoys Play. Chicago.—Wolcott Coombs, nineteen years old, was born without two of the most important faculties of man. he can neither hear nor see. In spite of this handicap in life, he has acquired an intellectual capacity under the personal instruction of his friend, Harry L. Virden, 2728 Washington boulevard, that is lkely to make him another example, like Helen Kellar, of what can be accomplished by persons whose perceptiye faculties have been curtailed. Coombs attends the theaters and enjoys the plays. He reads a great deal, favoring history and economics,* and bolds decided political opinions. He does expert hammock weaving. He uses the typewriter and produces clean, accurate-“copy.” He writes In all the forms used by deaf and blind people, as well as English script. He likes to converse with normal people, and has made many friends, who have been only too anxious to answer his questions. Mr. Virden was Inclined to be reluctant in admitting his part In Coombs’ education. He questioned whether the same might not be done with any blind and deaf person who is anxious to learn. “The fact that Coombs cannot hear or see has made him concentrate more on his other faculties,” said Mr. Virden. "I do not believe that the remaining senses of a person so afflicted are more acute In proportion. They merely become more sensitive through use. Few of us normal persons use our eyes and ears properly.” Mr. Virden first became acquainted with Coombs while principal of the Oklahoma School for the Blind at Fort Gibson, Okla., which is near the lad s home. When he gave up his N \ work there and came to Chicago, he brought the lad with him. He decided to give him every advantage in his power. Soon Coombs was able to converse quickly and Intelligently with his teacher. Later he made many acquaintances in Chicago. Miss Mabel Taliaferro, who was then appearing in moving picture plays, proved a helpful friend. He also visited the juvenile court. He showed great interest in the welfare of juvenile offenders and held several conferences with Judge Pinckney. “Although Coombs reads all manner of raised type and talks in the usual sign language, I found that the easiest way for him to communicate

CHURCH MUST BE ADVERTISED

"Get Publicity or Fall Behind.” Philadelphia Minister Declares In Snappy Sermon^ Philadelphia. Pa. —In a snappy sermon delivered In Central Congregational church. Eighteenth and Green streets, the pastor. Rev. Sydney Herbert Cox, declared that the church must advertise, and get publicity, learning from business men how to go forward. He .took the stand that a business house which does not advertise goes in bankruptcy, and so will the church fall behind if It neglects this Important matter. It was the first of a series of sermons on the "Twentieth Century Progressive Church,” and the title of the sermon was the “The Business Advertising Church." “The greatest advertiser In the world,” said Mr. Cox, “is God. There Is nothing more spectacular than hla message to Jacob by the angels, Balaam by the ass, Elijah by the storms and voice, and Elisha and the fiery chariot I got ffiy sermon from a broker, Vbo laid down the four cardinal principles of advertising—namely, secure attention, create curi-

YOUNG IMMIGRANTS FOR CANADA

with strangers who did not know any sign language was to have the letters of the alphabet traced on the palm of his hand. Any one can speak with him in this fashion, and, of course, I can communicate more rapidly because I use abbreviations which we both understand. “At the theater I hold his hand and convey to him the words of the players. The pauses give me plenty of time to keep up with the dialogue.” Mr. Virden is a member of the committee on special education of the National Educational association and as such will visit every institution for the deaf, dumb and blind in the United States. He believes that many of his investigations will have a direct bearing on the future of education for the deaf and blind. Many of our state institutions are highly efficient,” said Mr. Virden. The field of education for persons both deaf and blind, however, has hardly been touched. A great deal can be done for them when once we know what means to employ to help them.”

Young Sailor Man Strays Into a Temple In Bombay. Escapes Through Crowds of Pursuing Hindus With the Feline Guard Clawing at His Spinal Column. New York. —A daring apprentice who had the audacity to steal Into a Hindu temple and kidnap a sacred cat is the hero of a tale that the British tramp steamer Harpagus brings to the port of New York. The Harpagus’ apprentice, Albert Berrige, passed behind the veil of one of the most sacred temples of the Hindus in Bombay and saw with his Caucasian eyes the great idols and returned to the outer world with the sacred cat. The cat once bore, no doubt, a strange Indian name, but since joining the British tramp the sacred feline has been dubbed Tommy. Tommy is aw black aB the conscience of a bigamist and is not very different from the cats of New York. Black cats bring good luck to ships that plow the seven seas, so Tommy Is held In great esteem aboard the Harpagus, almost as great esteem as when he was a sacred cat in a mystic Hindu temple. While the Harpagus swung at her anchor off the City of the Dreadful Night, as Kipling called Bombay, towering domes of the Hindu temples kindled Albert’s imagination and be

osity. Inspire confidence, get the man. “An angel appeared in flames, and thils secured attention; Moses looked on the burning bush, and became curious. Moses placed his hands In his bosom, and it became leprous. He was told to repeat it, and with confidence did so, and his hand was well again. Moses and Aaron went forth and ‘got the man.’ "

“DEAD ONES” MAY BANQUET

Imitation Will B« Used as Drinking Cpps by Minnesota'* Defeated Candidates. Minneapolis. silver mountings are to be the drinking cups of the banquet of political “dead ones,” which Is- being planned by John P. Nash for defeated candidates for public office. While the date has not been set, the banquet probably will take place after the general election. Efforts now are being made to obtain the use of the county morgue for the banquet halL Each banqueter will be limited to ten minutes to tell bow it happened. -

SACRED CAT STOLEN

BABIES IN RACE FOR RECORD

Little Girls in Minnesota Are Backed by Fond Parents —Both Are Remarkable. Minneapolis.—Mary Louise Chamberlain, daughter of George H. Chamberlain of Marshall, Minn., is a rival of Margaret Terry Hudson Grant, daughter of the director of track athletics at the University of Minnesota, as “the state’s most perfect baby.” Miss Grant, ever since she was a few weeks old, has been in training by means of physical exercises to become the world’s most perfect woman, but Miss Chamberlain, according to her father, has not enjoyed scientific physical training, only a heritage of perfect health and physique. These things, he declares, coupled with careful rearing, have made her what she is. Here are some of the figures of comparison of the two rivals: Mary Louise: Thirty-two pounds; two years two months; biceps, 7 Inches; chest, 21 inches; no fat. Margaret: Twenty-eight pounds; two years; biceps, 5 Inches; chest, 18 inches; no fat

chafed at the hit until he had obtained shore leave. “Be back by Sundown, young man,” ordered the captain as the apprentice, went over the side midday. There was so much to Interest Albert that he forgot altogether the captain’s Injunction to be back to the: Harpagus by sundown. Darkness had enveloped the city when Albert reached one of the Hindu temples, probably the most sacred in all Bombay. There was a special celebration going on at thq temple and crowds of the faithful reverently were wending their way up the broad steps anil 1 through the doorway. Albert bad not been told that all but Hindus are barred from tbe temples, and with true apprentice audacity he joined In the throng and, undiscovered in the crowd and in the darkness, he passed through the entrance and found himself within the sacred place. “Suddenly I felt something hit me In the middle of the back. Then I felt sharp claws digging into my hide. The next Instant I was traveling like a meteor toward the temple entrance and every man jack of those Hindus in pursuit. The howls of the Hindus and the claws of the cat inspired me to the effort of my life. I think I could have broken all the running records In the world with that encouragement,” said Albert In telling of his experience. “The Hindus' soon were distanced. I muts have run for a mile with that cat clawing at my spinal column. Then when I got up a dark street. I' stopped and tried to dislodge the cat I finally had to take off my coat to get the beast to release his claws. “After I had Mr. Catty in my arms he was as docile as you please and purred in real cat fashion. So 1 saya to myßelf, it’s a black cat and that means good luck. So I’ll take him. to the HarpagUß. I had some fun explaining why I was so late, but I had the cat to prove my adventure in tbs temple and the old man let it go at that”

SCHOOL IS BAD FOR BOYS

Physical Defects Beem to DevelopRapidly In Upper Grades, Board Finds. Orange, N. J.—-Statistics compiled by the high school faculty covering a period of several years seem to show that the average schoolboy deteriorates physically ah he progresses la. the classroom. In the first year of high school for example, the percentage of round shoulders is 46 and the fourth 51. Uneven shoulders are found among 14 per cent, of the first year and SI o t< the fourth. Weak feet appear in it per cent of the first-year boys and SIF of the fourth. Similar results are found in the, statistics covering flat chest, pigeon! breast, curvature of the spine, bcllowi back, knock-knee and flatfooL