Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 272, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 November 1912 — Page 2

The Daily Republican Mrmrj D»y Kzccpt Sunday HEALEY A CLARK, Publisher*. hensselaer; Indiana.

EXCUSE ME!

By Rupert

owrigw, I*ll, nr *». tL rtr 00. is SYNOPSIS. Lieut. Harry Mallory 1® .ordered to the Philippines. He and Marjorie Newton deckle 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 Lathrep, a Yankee business man. The elopers have an exciting time getting to the train. "Little Jimmie” Wellington, bound far Reno to get a divorce, boards train in maudlin condition. Later Mrs. Jimmie appears. She is also bound for Reno with same object. Likewise Mrs. Sammy Whltoomb. 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 out 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 haxing. Marjorie Is distracted. Ira Lathrop, woman-hating bachelor, discovers an old sweetheart, Annie Cattle, 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 discovers 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 takes another train. Missing hand baggage compels the ooupls 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. Marjorie suggests wrecking the train in hopes that accident will produce a preacher Also tries to Induce the conductor to bold the train so she can shop. CHAPTER XXVII, The Dog-on Dog Again. As the conductor left the Malloryb to their own devices, It rushed over hfoi anew what sacrilege had been attempted—a fool bride had asked him to stop the Trans-American of all trains!— to go shopping of all things! He stormed Into the smoking room to open the safety valve of his wrath, end found the porter Just coming out of the buffet cell with a tray, two hol-low-stemmed glasses and a bottle ■waddled In a napkin. “Say, Ellsworth, what In do you suppose that female back there wants ? —wants me to hold the TransAmerican while —” But the porter was In a flurry himself. He was about to serve champagne, and he cut the conductor short: «*Scuse me, boss, but they’s a lovin' couple In the stateroom forward that Is te a powerful hurry for this. 1 ■can't talk to you now. I’ll see you later.” And he swaggered off, leaving the door of the buffet open. The conductor paused to close It, glanced in, started, stared, glared, roared: “What’s this! Well, I’ll be —a dog smuggled in here! I’ll break that coma’s head. Come out of there, you miserable or’nary hound.” He seized the incredulous Snoozleums by the ■craft of his neck, growling, “It’s you lor the baggage car ahead,” and dashed out with his prey, Just as Mallory, now getting new bearings on Marjorie’s character, spoke across the rampart of his Napoleonlcally folded arms: “Well, you’re a nice one! —making violent iove to a conductor before my ■very eyes. A minute more and I •would have —” gho silenced him with a snap: ■•Don't you speak to me! I hate you! !I hate all men. The more I know men the more I like—” this reminded [her, and she asked anxiously: “Where ds Snoozleums?”

Mallory, impatient at the shift of subject, snapped back; Oh, I left him tn the buffet with the waiter. What I want to know Is how you dare to—” «fu It a colored waiter?" “Of course. But I’m not speaking iot—" "But suppose he should bite him?” “Oh, you can't hurt those nigger iwalters. I started to say—” “But I can’t bare Snoozleums bitdug colored people. It might not agree with him- Get him at once.” Mallory trembled with suppressed Mbs an overloaded boiler, but he «p pod growled: “Oh, Lord, all .rtgbt. ni get him when I’ve fln“Qo got Mm this minute. And bring 4H« poor darting back to bis mother." “His mother! Te gods!’’ cried Maljjory, wildly. Be turned away and <lashod Into tite men’s room with a furious: “Where’s that damned dog7'' He met the porter just returning. The porier smiled: "He’s right In Jieah, air," and opened the buffet door. v His eyes popped and his Jaw sagged: «Why, I leT him here Just a minute ugs.” ‘Ten left the window open, too," Mallory observed. “Well, I guess he’s The porter was panlo-atrlcken: "Oh, J*» terrible eorry, boss, I wouldn’t have lest dat dog for a fortune, if ■fcSSftsr-r .fcr 'A

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you was to hit me with a axe I wouldn’t mind.” To his utter tefuddlement, Mallory grinned and winked at him, and murmured: “Ob« that’s all right. Don’t worry." And actually laid half a dollar in his palm. Leaving the black lids batting over the starting eyes, Mallory pulled his smile Into a long face and went back to Marjorie like an undertaker: “My love, prepare yourself for bad news.” Marjorie looked up, startled and apprehensive: “Snoozleums Is 111. He did bite the darkey.” “Worse than that —he —he —fell out of the window.” “When!” she shrieked, “in heaven’s name—when?” “He was there Just a minute ago, the waiter says.” Marjorie went Into instant hysterics, wringing her hands and sobbing: “Oh, my darling, my poor child —stop the train at once!” She began to pound Mallory’s shoulders and shake him frantically. He had never seen her this way either. He was getting his education in advance. He tried to calm her with inexpert words: “How can I stop the train? Now, dearie, he was a nice dog, but after all, he was only a dog.” She rounded on him like a panther: “Only a dog! He was worth a dozen like you. You find the conductor at once, command him to stop this train —and back up! I don’t care If he has to go back ten miles. Run, tell him at once. Now, you run!” Mallory stared at her as If she had gone mad, but he set out to run somewhere, anywhere. Marjorie paced up and down distractedly, tearing her hair and moaning, “Snoozleums, Snoozleums! My child. My poor child!” At length her wildly roving eyes noted the bell rope. She stared, pondered, nodded her head, clutched at It, could not reach It, Jumped for It several times In vain, then seized a chair, swung it into place, stood up in It, gripped the rope, and came down on It with all her weight, dropping to the floor and Jumping up and down In a frenzied dance. In the distance the engine could be heard faintly whistling, whistling for every pull. The engineer, far ahead, could not Imagine what unheard-of crisis could bring about such mad signals. The fireman yelled:

“I bet that crazy conductor Is attacked with an epilettlc lit.” But there was no disputing the command. The engine was reversed, the air brakes set, the sand run out and every effort made to pull the iron horse, as it were, back on its haunches. The grinding, squealing, Jolting, shook the train like an earthquake. The shrieking of the whistle froze the blood like a woman’s cry of “Murder!” in the night. The women among the passengers echoed the screams. The men turned pale and braced themselves for the shock of collision. Some of them were mumbling prayers. Dr. Temple and Jimmie Wellington, with one idea in their dissimilar souls, dashed from the smoking room go to their wives. Ashton and Wedgewood, with no one to care for but themselves, seized windows and tried to fight them open. At last they budged a sash and knelt down to thrust their heads out. “I don’t see a beastly thing ahead," said Wedgewood, “except the heads of other fools." “We’re slowing down though,” said Ashton, “she stops! We’re safe. Thank God!” And he collapsed into a chair. Wedgewood collapsed into another, gasping: “Whatevah safe from, I wondah?” The train-crew and various passengers descended and ran alongside the train asking questions. Panic gave way to mystery. Even Dr. Temple came back into the smoking room to finish a precious cigar he had been at work on. He was followed by Little Jimmie, who had not quite reached his wife when the stopping of the train put an end to his excuse for chivalry. He was regretfully mumbling: “It would have been such a good shansh to shave my life’s wife —1 mean my—l don’t know what I mean.” He sank into a chair and ordered a drink; then suddenly remembered his vow, and with great heroism, rescinded the order. Mallory, finding that the train was checked just before he reached the conductor, saw that official’s bewildered wrath at the stoppage and had a fearsome intuition that Marjorie had somehow done the deed. He hurried back to the observation room, where he found her charging up and down, still distraught He paused at a safe distance and said: - •The train has stopped, my dear. Somebody rang the bell.” “I guess somebody did!” Marjorie answered, with a proud toss of the head. “Where’s the conductor?” “He’s looking for the fellow that pulled the rope.” “You go tell him to back up—and slowly, too.” “No, thank you!” said Mallory. He was a brave young man, but he was not bearding the conductors of stopped expresses. Already the conductor’s voice was beard in the smoking room, where he appeared with the rush and roar of a Bashan bull. “Well!” he bellowed, “which one of you guys pulled that rope?” “It was nobody here, sir,” Dr. Temple meekly explained. The conductor transfixed him with a baleful glare: “I wouldn’t believe a gambler on oath. I bet you did it” “I assure you, sir,” Wedgewood liy terposed, “he didn't touoh it. 1 was beah.” The conductor waved him aside and charged into the observation room, followed by all the passengers in an awe-struck rabble. Here, too, the

conductor thundered: "Who palled that rope? Speak up somebody.” Mallory was about to sacrifice himself to save Marjorie, but she met the conductor’s black rage with the withering contempt of a young queen: “I pulled the old rope. Whom did you suppose?" The conductor almost dropped with apoplexy at finding himself with nobody to vent his Immense rage on, but this pink and white slip. “You!” he gulped, “well, what in— Say, in the name of —why, don’t you know It's a penitentiary offense to Btop a train this way?” Marjorie tossed her head a little higher, grew a little calmer: “What 0o I care? I want you to back up.” I The conductor was , reduced to a ’fret rag, a feeble echo: “Back up—the train up?” "Yes, back the train up,” Marjorie answered, resolutely, “and go slowly till I tell you to stop.” The conductor stared at her a moment, then whirled on Mallory: “Say, what in hell’s the matter with your wife?” • Mallory was'•savted from the problem of answering by Marjorie’s abrupt change from a young Tsarina rebuking a serf, to a terrified mother. She flung out imploring palms and with a gush of tears pleaded: “Won’t you please back up? My darling child fell off the train.” The conductor’s rage fell away in an instant. “Your child fell off the train!” he gasped. “Good Lord! How old was he?” With one hand he was groping for the bell cord to give the signal, with the otheh lhe opened the door to look ba<jk along the track. ‘*He was two years old,” Marjorie sobbed. “Oh, that’s too bad!” the conductor groaned. “What did he look like?” “He had a pink ribbon round hit neck.” “A pink ribbon —oh, the poor little fellow! the poor little fellow!” “And a long curly tall.” The conductor swung round with * yell: “A curly tail! —your son?” “My dog!” Marjorie roared back at him. The conductor’s voice cracked weakly as he shrieked: “Your dog! You stopped this train for a fool dog?” “He wasn’t a fool dog,” Marjorie retorted, facing him down, “he knows more than you do.” The conductor threw up his hands: “Well," don’t you women beat—” He studied Marjorie as if she were some curious freak of nature. Suddenly an Idea struck into his daze: “Say, what kind of a dog was It?—a measly little cheese-hound ?”

“He was a noble, beautiful soul with wonderful eyes and adorable ears.” *, The conductor was growing weaker and weaker: “Well, don’t worry. 1 got him. He’s in the baggage car.” Marjorie stared at him unbelievingly. The news seemed too gloriously beautiful to be true. “He isn’t dead — Snoozleums is not dead!” she cried, “he lives! He lives! You have saved him.” And once more she flung herself upon the conductor. He tried to bat her off like a gnat, and Mallory came to his rescue by dragging her away and shoving her into a chair. But she saw only the noble conductor: “Oh, you dear, good, kind angel. Get him at once.” “He stays in the baggage car,” the conductor answered, firmly and as he supposed, finally “But Snoozleums aoesn’t like baggage cars,”. Marjorie smiled. "He won’t ride in one.” “He’ll ride in this one or I’ll wring his neck.” “You fiend in human flesh!” Marjorie shrank away from him in horror, and he found courage to seize the bell rope and yank it viciously with a sardonlo: "Please, may I start this train?” The whistle tooted faintly. The bell began to hammer, the train to creak and writhe and click. The conductor pulled his cap down hard and started forward. Marjorie seized his sleeve: “Oh, I implore you, don’t consign that poor sweet child to the horrid baggage car. If you have a human heart in your breast, hear my prayer.” The conductor surrendered unconditionally: “Oh, Lord, all right, all right. I’ll lose my Job, but if you’ll keep quiet, I’ll bring him to you.” And he slunk out meekly, followed by the passengers, who were shaking their heads in wonderment at this most amazing feat of this most amazing bride. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

The Cure.

Miss Fay Templeton, at a supper at the Ritz-Carlton in New York given in honor of her return to the stage, praised the American business man. “I have only one fault to find with him,” she said. “He works too hard. Hence, of an evening, he is sometimes a little dull. >But Intelligent wives can soon cure their husbands of overworking. I know a wife —she and her good man are in Egypt now —who came down to dinner one nigbt in a somber black robe. "Her husband—a frightfully overworked millionaire —looked at her costume and exclaimed: ‘"Why on earth, my love, are you wearing a dress like that? It’s positively half-mourning.’ “ *Of course it’s half mourning,’ she replied. ‘When you come home tram the office, don’t you always complain that you’re half dead?*”

Rare Muskrat Trapped.

An albino muskrat, white as snow, with pink eyes, was trapped tn the big Pierce swamp near Fairfield, M. J., the first sver caught in that state

The CITY OF THE GOOD SANARITAN

SND he bought the hill Samaria of Shemer for two talents of silver and built on the hill and called the name of the city which he built, after the name of Shemer, owner of the hill, Samaria.” So speaks the Hebrew chronicler of Omri, captain of the host, who began to reign over GJGA the little principality of /W Israel about the end of the jr tenth century B. C. His l better-known successor

Ahab, confirmed the new capital and built there a house to Baal of the Syrians. Samaria had this great advantage over the capital of Judah, that it lay on the main north and south road of Syria. If this situation caused it to be visited rather too often by passing invaders, It brought a more actiVe commerce than Jerusalem ever enjoyed, and, when the Romans came to control Palestine, obtained for it, under the new name, Sebasteia, administrative superiority, and enrichment with the usual public architecture by which the remoter provincial chief places were externally Hellenised. But Sebasteia never attained to the second or third rank of Roman provincial cities, just as, before Roman times, Samaria had failed to become one of the great cities of Syria. The poverty of Palestine has always condemned even Its chief settlements to comparatively mean estate. Harborless, rocky, thinly clad, possessing but one stream which is worthy the name of a river, and that sunk so deep below the general level as to be a curse rather than a blessing, the “Promised Land” could only have allured a people long condemned to the awful Aridity of Sinai. Excavations In Palestine have always Illustrated its poverty, and If It were not for the religious associations of itß sites, they would probably never have attracted the spade of the western archaeologist at all. Compared with the products of excavation in any of the surrounding lands, in North Syria, Asia Minor, Cyprus, Crete, Egypt, or Mesopotamia, those found hitherto in Palestine are so rustic that if the “treasure” of either the first or second temple in Jerusalem were ever to come to light, one would expect it

SPIDER A FRIEND OF MANKIND

Really Undeserving of the Enmity That Is Felt Toward Him by the Average Housewife. Aside from snakes, there Is probably no living thing which can look to mankind for friendship with so little hope as the spider, yet when the spider is fairly brought to trial it is rather hard to prove anything against him except his appearance and a few cobwebs. Apart from furnishing an example of industry and patience from which we might well profit, the spider .feeds exclusively upon freshly

Aside from snakes, there Is probably no living thing which can look to mankind for friendship with so little hope as the spider, yet when the spider is fairly brought to trial it is rather hard to prove anything against him except his appearance and a few cobwebs. Apart from furnishing an example of industry and patience from which we might well profit, the spider .feeds exclusively upon freshly killed insects, all of them being of the kind denounced by sanitary authorities, the house fly being its favorite quarry. As the actual destruction of a few hundred house flies means that several hundred thousand that would otherwise have spent gay lives transmitting typhoid and other diseases will not come Into existence, and as almost any spider should be able to account for as many as three hundred In the course of a summer, to say nothing of stray mosquitoes and black gnats, we Burely owe him something more than a flap with a

Use For Old Lighthouses

South Jerseymen have discovered a way of making practical use of an old lighthouse, so that if you have any old lighthouses in ycur possession here is a hint which may be cf value In turning the same to profitable account. The circular building Is the baF 4of the second lighthouse eroded on Cape May Point, and it Is now dr;rig excellent service as a stable. Visitors

to fall far short of the traditional estimate of either its intrinsic or its artistic value. We commend this consideration to the ardent searchers in the Hill of Ophel, should they be permitted to resume their interrupted burrowings—though there 1b little enough chance that either they or anyone else will ever'be In a position to reduce the Judean values of pious tradition to the hard facts of a sale at auction! It is not likely, however, that Dr. Reisner has undertaken, on behalf of Harvard University, to excavate In Palestine under any illusions of this kind. Having long dug in Egypt, on the rich sites of a great civilization, he is now clearing Samaria for the good and sufficient reason that pew light on the history of the Hebrew monarchies (whose Importance bears no relation whatever to their scale) is to be expected most confidently from the sites of their capitals. Samaria Is a favorable spot for such scientific Investigation; for although it can claim nothing like the antiquity of Jerusalem, its site is not, as is the latter’s, overbuilt with a modern city, which has disturbed its stratification with Intrusive foundations, appropriated itß stones, and rendered many parts inaccessible. Modern Samaria lies on a small portion only of the hill which Omri bought, and the. rest is occupied by gardens, orchards and fields. The extant remains are, of course, for the most part, those, not of Ahab’B Samaria, but of Herod’s

slipper when we happen to catch him out of his hole. A spider can bite, of course, but be Beldom does exefept in self-defense, and even then the bite is not worse than would have been received frem any one of the several hundred mosquitoes he has probably dined upon, or will, if let alone. In the light of present scientific knowledge, the story of the spider and the fly that was invited into the pretty parlor does not cause such a surge of sympathy for the fly as it once did. —Harper’s Weekly.

Futility of a Visit to Lang.

They were telling stories of the late Andrew Lang in one of the London clubs the other night. One man told a story of a dinner invitation given by Mr. Lang. He was staying In Marlowes Road. Earl’s Court, a street away at the end of that long Cromwell road, which seems to go on forever. The guest was not very sure how to get to Marlowes Road, and Lang very kindly explained. “Walk right along Cromwell Road.” be Bald, “till you drop dead, and my Just opposite!”

to the present lighthouse, If they are of an explorative turn of mind, will see this strange structure, and If not Informed as to Its history will marvel that a stable should be built in such a shape, with walls four feet thick, of solid brick. The explanation is that when the second lighthouse was replaced by the present structure the older one was ordered to be torn down.

Sebasteia; but below these, at various points, Greek and pre-Greek strata have been found going down to virgin rock. So far as the excavations have proceeded up to now, they confirm the inference, which would naturally be drawn from the Biblical chronicle, that the hill Samaria was a vacant site before Omri’s time. Dr. Reisner has found ruins of a considerable structure of good masonry Redded on the rock itself, and preserved in places to the height of several feet, mid this he identifies with the Palac of Omri and Ahab. Within its area occurred the four-score inkwritten potsherds—so-called ostraka —about which, a good deal has been heard. They are not, as it turns out, documents which convey any historical Information, but Just labels or tallies of wine and oil stores, which mention no king’s name, and contain no indication of their date except so far as this may be inferred from their handwriting. The script is Hebrew of an early sort, hardly distinguishable from Phoenician, and nearly related to the eplgmphic character used for the Siloara Inscription in the age of Hezekiah. Even if they are no part of the archives of Omri or Ahab (as they were once reported to be), and even If the building, in which they were found, is not the palace of those kings (its severely undecorated and unfurnished character raises a doubt), they constitute a find of very great interest to Semitic scholars. Very little else of the tlvity time seems to have rewarded Dr. Reisner, but it is not safe to say this certainly until he has said it himself. He is a seasoned digger, not at all given to advertising his successes. üßt of one thing we can be sure —whatever there was in the ground which he has dug over, he will have found. No one engaged in the digging trade has a Bounder method than he or devotes himself more whole-heartedly to putting his method into practice. In the meantime, the photographs of the American colony at Jerusalem, which are published herewith, can show us the remains of Roman Sebasteia, which overlay Samaria—for. instance, the ruined colonnade of monolithic pillars which ran round the creßt of the hill from the gate to the Forum; the broad Btairway which led down from the summit to the sltar of Roma Dea; and the Basilica. The singular interest of the place, however. 1b lost by Herod’s time, and unless Dr. Reisner can promise more on Ahab and Omri, we hope, for our part, that he will transfer his energy and experience to some other' site. If underground Jerusalem cannot be adequately explored, a Philistine or a Phoenician city would probably repay excavation more than any of the Hebrew cities.

but the base was left, and has been since used for a stable. The foundations of the first lighthouse may occasionally be Been on the sand not far away, although these stones are usually covered with the water.

The Lend Club.

Mrs. Hardin —Can you loan me a cup of sugar, an egg, a piece of butter and a--Mrs. Testy—Yes, and its too bad you can’t take home some of our gas to cook things with.