Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 276, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 November 1912 — Page 2

” I V Jt The t)aily Republican Imj D»Jf Except Sunday HEALEY A CLA&K, Publishers. RENSSELAER. INDIANA.

EXCUSE ME!

By Rupert Hughes

»H.K.nyOa a* SYNOPBIS. Lieut. Harry Mallory to 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 Lathsop, a Yankee business man. The elopers liave an exciting time getting to the train. "Little Jimmie” Wellington, bound for Reno to get a dlvoroe, boards train In maudlin condition. Later Mrs. Jimmie appears. She to also bound for Reno with name object. Likewise Mrs. Sammy Whitcomb. Latter blames Mrs. Jimmie for her marital troubles. Classmates of Mallory decorate bridal berth. Rev. and Mrs. Temple start ea a vacation. They decide •s out loess and Temple removes evidence of his calhng. 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 haxlng. Marjorie Is distracted. Ira Lathrop, woman-hating bachelor, discovers an old sweetheart, Annie Oat tie, 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 Ms 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. Mlselng hand baggage compels the couple to borrow from passengers. Jimxnie gets a cinder In his eye and Mrs. -Jimmie gives first aid. Coolness is then oresumed. 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 bopes that accident will produce a preacher. Also tries to Induce the conductor to bold the train so she can shop. Marjorie’s dog Is missing. She pulls the cord, stopping the train. Conductor restores dog and lovers quarrel.

t CHAPTER XXVll.—Continued. When they were alone once more, Marjorie, as radiant as April after a Storm, turned her sunshiny smile on Mallory: “Isn’t it glorious to have our little Snoozleums alive and well?” But Mallory was feeling like a March day. He answered with a sleety chill: “You care more for the dog than you do for me." “Why shouldn’t I?” Marjorie answered with wide eyes, “Snoozleums never would have brought me on a wild goose elopement like this. Heaven knows he didn’t want to come.” Mallory repeated the Indictment: "You love a dog better than you love your husband.” “My what?” Marjorie laughed, then she spoke with lofty condescension: "Harry Mallory, if you’re going to be Jealous of that dog, I’ll never marry you the longest day I live.” “So you’ll let a dog come between ns?” he demanded. “I wouldn’t give up Snoozleums for s hundred husbands,” she retorted. “I’m glad to ktfow It in time,” Mallory said. “You’d better give me back that wedding ring.” Marjorie’s heart stopped at this, hut her pride was in arms. She drew herself up, slid the ring from her linger, and held it out as if she scorned It: “With pleasure. Good afternoon, Mr. Mallory.” Mallory took it aB if it were the merest trifle, bowed and murmured: “Good afternoon, Miss Newton.” He stalked out and she turned her back on him. A casual witness would have said that they were too indifferent to each other even to feel anger. As a matter of romantic fact, each was on fire with love, and aching madly with regret. Each longed for strength to whirl round with outllung arms of reconciliation, and neither could be so brave. And so they parted, each harking back fiercely one word of recall from the other. But neither spoke, and Marjorie sat staring at nothing through raining eyes, while Mallory strode into the Men’s Hoorn as melancholy as Hamlet with \ Yorlck’s skull in his hands. It was their first great quarrel, and they were convinced that the world might as well come to an end.

CHAPTER XXVIII. The Woman-Hater's Relapse. The observation room was as lonely as a deserted battlefield and Marjorie as doleful as a. wounded soldier left behind, and perishing of thirst, when the conductor came back with Snoozleums In his arms. He regarded with contemptuous sm petty pause of so great an wrest as the stopping of the TransAmerican. He expected to see Marjorie receive the returned prodigal with wild rapture, but she didn’t even r«en« when be said: “Here's your powder-puff." Ole just took Snoozleums on her lap, and, looking up with wet eyes And a sad smile, murmured: •Dunk you very much. Tou're the wtff.fff conductor I ever met If you «ewr want another position, HI see my father gets you one.’* H was tike offering the kaiser a 'as« lob. but the conductor swallowed

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the insult and sought to repay It with' TTssy: Ts* ——— *” “Thanks. And If you ever want to run this road for a couple of weeks, just let me know.” Marjorie nodded appreciatively and said 1 : "I will. You’re very kind.” y And that completed the rout of that conductor. He retired In disorder, leaving Marjorie to fondle Snoozleums with a neglectful Indifference that would have greatly flattered Mallory, if he could have seen through the partition that divided them. But he waa witnessing with the cynical superiority of an aged and disillusioned man the, to him, childish behavior of Ira Lathrop, an eleventhhour Orlando. For just as Mallory moped Into the smoking-room, at'one door, Ira Lathrop swept in at the other, his face rubicund with embarrassment and ecstasy. He had donned an old frock coat with creases like ruts from long exile In his trunk. But he was feeling like an heir apparent; and he startled everybody bjy his Jovial hall; "Well, boys—er—gentlemen the drinks are on me. Waiter, take the orders.” Little Jimmie woke with a start, rose hastily to his feet and saluted, saying: “Present! Who said take the orders?” “I did,” said Lathrop, “I’m giving a party. Walter, take the orders.” “Sarsaparilla,” said Dr. Temple, but they howled him down and ordered other things. The porter shook his head sadly: “Nothin’ but sof’ drinks In Utah, gemmen.” A groan went up from the clubmembers, aud Lathrop groaned loudest of all: “Well, we’ve got to drink something. Take the orders. We’ll all have sarsaparilla.” Little Jimmie Wellington came to the rescue.

“Don’t do anything desperate, gentlemen,” he said, with a look of divine philanthropy. “The bar’s closed, but Little Jimmie Wellington is here with the life preserver." From his hip-pocket he produced a silver flask that looked to be big enough to carry a regiment through the Alps. It was greeted with a salvo, and Lathrop said to Jimmie: “I apologize for everything I have said —apd thought—about you.” He turned to the porter: “There ain’t any law against giving this way, is there?" The porter grinned: “Not if you-all bribe the exercise-inspector.” And he held out a glass for the bribe, murmuring, “Don’t git tired,” as it was poured. He set it inSide his sanctum and then bustled round with ice-iilled glasses and a siphon. When Little Jimmie offered or the flask to Dr. Temple, the clergyman put out his hand with a politely horrified: “No, thank you.” Lathrop frightened him with a sudden comment: “Look at that gesture! Doc, I’d almost swear you were a parson.” Mallory whirled on him with the eyes of a hawk about to pounce, and “The very Idea!” was the best disclaimer Dr. Temple could manage, suddenly finding himself suspected. Ashton put in with, “The only way to disprove it, Doc, is to join us.” The poor old clergyman, too deeply involved in his deception to brave confession now, decided to* do and dare all. He stammered, “Er —ah — certainly,” and held out his hand for his share of the poison. Little Jimmie winked at the others and almost filled the glass. The innocent doctor bowed his thanks. When the porter reached him and prepared to fill the remainder of the glass from the siphon, the parson waved him aside with a misguided caution: “No, thanks. I’ll not mix them.” Mallory turned away with a sigh: “He takes his straight. He’s no parson.” Then they forgot the doctor in curiosity as to Lathrop’s sudden spasm of generosity —with Wellington’s liquor. Wedgewood voiced the general curiosity when he said: “What’s the old woman-hater up to now?” “Woman-hater?” laughed Ira. "It’s the old story, I’m going to follow Mallory’s example—marriage.” “I hope you succeed,” said Mallory. ‘Wherever did you pick up the bride?” said Wedgewood, mellowing with the long glass in his hand. “Brides are easy,” said Mallory, with surprising cynicism. “Where do you get the parson?" “Hang the parson,” Wedgewodfi repeated, “Who’s the gel?”

“I’ll bet I know who she is,” Ashton interposed; “it’s that nectarine of a damsel who got on at Green River." “Not the same!” Lathrop roared. “I found my bride blooming here all the while. Girl I used to spark back in Brattleboro, Vt I’ve been vowing for years that I’d live and die an old maid. I’ve kept my head out of the noose all this time —till I struck this train and met up with Anne. We got to talking over old times —waking up old sentiments. She got on my nerves. I got on hers. Finally I said, ‘Aw, hen, let’s get married. Save price of one stateroom to China anyway.’ She says, ’Damned if I don’t!’—or words to that effect.” Mallory broke in with feverish interest: “But you said you were going to get married on this train.” “Nothing easier. Here’s how!" and he raised his glass, but MaUory hauled It down to demand: “How? that’s what I want to know. How are you going to get married on this parsonTees express. Haro you got a little minister in your suitcase?” Ira beamed with added pride as he explained: "Well, you see, when I used to court Anne I had a rival —Charlie Safe by his name was. I thought he cut dm out, but, be became a clergyman In Utah—Oh, Charlie I I telegraphed

him that I was passing through Os den; ana: woutir he come - down to tbr train and marry me to a charming lady. He always wanted to marrj Anne. I thought It would be a durneti good Joke, to let him marry her —tt me.” “D-dld he accept?" Mallory asked, excitedly, “Is he coming?" “He Is —he did —here’s his tele gram,” said Ira. “He brings the 11 cense and the ring.” He passed 11 over, and as Mallory read It a look of hope spread across his face. But Ira waß saying: “We’re going to have the wedding obsequies right here In this car. You're all invited. Will you come?” ' , There was a general yell of acceptance and Ashton began to sing, “There Was I Waiting at the Church ” Then he led a sort of Indian wardance round the next victim of the matrimonial stake. At the end of the hullaballoo all the men charged their glasses, and drained them with an uproarious “How!” Poor Dr. Temple had taken luxurious delight In the success of his disguise and in the prospect of watching some other clergyman working while he rested. He joined the dance as gaily, if not as gracefully, as any of the rest, and in a final triumph ol recklessness, he tossed off a bumper of straight whisky. Instantly his “How!” changed to “Wow!” and then his throat clamped fast with a terrific spasm that flung the tears from his eyes. He bent and writhed In a silent paroxysm till he was pounded and shaken back to life and water poured down his throat to reopen a passage. The others thought he had merely choked and made no comment other than sympathy. They could not have dreamed that the old “physician” was as ignorant of the taste as of the vigor of pure spirits. After a riot of handshaking and good wishes, Ira was permitted to escape with his life. Mallory followed him to the vestibule, when he caught him by the sleeve with an anxious: “Excuse me.”

“Well, my boy—” “Your minister—after you get through with him—may I use him?” “May you—what? Why do you want a minister?” “To get married.” “Again? Good Lord, are you a Mormon?” “Me a Mormon!” “Then what do you want with an extra wife? It’s against the law — even in Utah.” “You don’t understand.” “My boy, one of us is disgracefully drunk.” “Well, I’m not,” said Mallory, and then after a fierce inner debate, he decided to take Lathrop Into his confidence. The words came hard after so long a duplicity, but at last they were out: “Mr. Lathrop, I’m not really married to my wife.” “You young scoundrel!” But his fury changed to pity when he heard the history of Mallory’s illfated efforts,, and he promised not only to lend Mallory his minister at second-hand, but also to keep the whole affair a secret, for- Mallory explained his intention of having his own ceremony in the baggage-car, or somewhere out of sight of the other passengers. Mallory’s face was now as the cold embers of hope leaped into sudden blaze. He wrung Lathrop’s hand, saying: "Lord love you, you’ve saved my life —wife —both.” Then he turned and ran to Marjorie with the good news. He had quite forgotten their epoch-making separation. And she was so glad to see him smiling at her again that she forgot it, too. He came tearing into the observation room and took her by the shoulders, whispering: “Oh, Marjorie, Marjorie, I’ve got him! I’ve got him!” “No, I’ve got him,” she said, swinging Snoozleums into view. Mallory swung him back out of the way: “I don’t mean a poodle, I mean a parson. I’ve got a parson.” “No! I can’t believe it! Where is he?" She began to dance with delight, but she stopped when he explained: “Well. I haven’t got him yet, but I’m going to get one.” “What —again?” she groaned, weary of this old bunco game of hope. “It’s a real live one this time," Mallory insisted. “Mr. I athrop has ordered a minister and he’s goikg to lend him to me as soon as he’s through with him, and we’ll be .married on this train." (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Achievements In Art.

Brian G. Hughes, whose practical jokes so often delight, said at a recent dinner: “I don’t mind practical jokes on human beings, but when it comes to animats I draw the line. - "Two artists were once bragging to each other. “ T painted up a lump of pig iron to look like cork.” said the first artist, ‘and, J>y Jove! when I threw it into the East river it floated.’ “Now" said Mr. Hughes, “there was no harm in that. But listen to the second artist. He said, with a cruel, unfeeling laugh: “I painted a lump of pig iron once to look like a roast of beef, and my dog ate three-quarters of it before he discovered his mistake.* ” —Ltm Angeles Times.

Good Roads Hint.

“Of course we are opposed to mo* chine methods in elections.” “Well, - replied Farmer Corntossel, “I must ad> mlt that Td like to see the steam roller took out o* politics an’ put back where U belongs In the read-makJtf business."

PROPOSED NATIONAL ROADS TO LINK STATE CAPITALS

COMMERCIAL associations and similar organizations have been asked to support a bill to be introduced by Congressman Stanton Warburton of Tacoma, Waßh., at the coming session of congress. The bill provides for the creation of a national military highway, connecting the capital of every state in the union with the nation’s capital.

SEEKS LOST TITLE

Honor Denied Wife of a Czar’s Brother Sought by Daughter. Would Be a Grand Duchess—Romance In the Career of Grand Duke Michael, Long a Resident of England. London.—One of the most beautiful girls now in England is the young Countess Nada Torby, who is with her lather and mother, the Grand Duke Michael and Countess Torby, who are paying a round of visits in the north. The mother never received her title of grand duchess because of the stern point of view of the Romanoffs, but now that the beautiful Nada has grown up—and she is one of the most beautiful girls imaginable —it is generally supposed that she will demand for the rank that her mother has never attained. When the late King Edward was still the prince, of Wales he made a move to obtain for the mother the rights that the Russian government had denied her. But he became king and died without gaining this delightful end. What the attitude of the present English sovereigns is in the matter is not known. But the story of the Torbys remains an interesting episode.

It all took place when the Grand Duke Michael was the gayest of princes and was living in reckless extravagance at Monte Carlo. He was riding one day in Nice when his horse plunged'wjußt as he was approaqhing a young woman who was also seated on a spirited animal. The horse of the prince frightened the horse of the lady, which promptly bolted with her. The grand duke rode in pursuit, caught the flying animal by the bridle and rescued the maiden, who immediately fainted in the arms of his imperial highness. The prince then fell desperately in love with the girl and pursued her for months, begging her to marry him. But the gay life of her suitor, together with her knowlege of what morganatic marriages always lead to, gave the young woman pause, and she refused to smile upon her royal lover. It was then, however, that the grand duke made the most solemn vows, declaring that he would abandon his fast life forever and take up an existence that would be a model of domesticity—vpws, by the way, that he has kept with the utmost rigidity ever since. He was so sincere that the lovely Countess Torby consented to wed the duke. The ceremony was performed in the Greek church, and the once dashing prince settled down to a quiet life in the utmost seclusion in out of the way places in England. Two daughters were the fruit of this union and the devotion of the royal father to his family became in Europe. For many years he was never separated from his wife for a day. Now, the late czar was a brother of the grand duke, and he always refused to receive or even meet the Countesß Torby, and the present czar holds firmly to the same rule. 'lf the marriage of the Grand Duke Michael and the Countess Torby had been merely an ordinary morganatic marriage there would probably not have been so much fuss made about It But there is something underlying all this attitude of the Russian court The mother of the countess was Countess Natalie Merenberg, morganatic widow of Prince Nicholas of Nassau and Luxemburg. The lady, moreover, was the youngest daughter of Russia’s famous poet Pußhldn. Now, the latter *was a great-grandßon, in some strange way, of Peter the Great’s coal black negro, Hannibal. The Countess Torby, therefore, has a ■train of. negro blood In her veins, and this seemß to militate against her recognition. At a very recent date the mother of Countess Torby was still living and the romantic remlniscenses connected with the Pushkin episode are too near to endear either her daughter, or her granddaughters to the Russian court

SINGER BUILDING IS TARGET

Charged That New York Skyscraper Projects Fifteen Inches Over Building Line. ... New York. —The department of public works of New York city has completed a series of surveys which it declares show that the Liberty street side of the big Singer building projects fifteen inches beyond the building line. In a few days formal legal notice will be served upon the owners that they must pare down the building or the city will do it for them. The owners declare that no alterations will be made until after active litigation. Their answer to the formal notice will be an Injunction suit in which street locations, sidewalks locations, official surveys, ordinances and laws beginning around 1787 and running down to date will be challenged. Action to be taken against the Singer building will be the most extensive yet undertaken in the campaign of the city to recover its sidewalks. If the city should win and compel the company to move Its building back a sheer foot and three Inches, the cost of the job would run into the hundreds of thousands of dollars.

FAMOUS GOOSE IS EMULATED

Vancouver (Wash.) Hens Lay Eggs Weighing Thirty-Four Ounces to a Dozen. Vancouver,, Wash. —Eggs that average 34 ounces to the dozen are being produced by a pen of White Minorca heps owned by Samuel J. Miller, a railroad passenger agent, whose hobby is to raise chickens, especially those laying large eggs. Eggs usually weigh 24 to 26 ounces a dozen. These chickens, which have been bred to be big layers, won prizes in the second annual harvest show here last year and will be on exhibition this fall. “ Mr. Miller is not in the chicken or egg business for a profit, but if he were he would be compelled to sell his eggs by the pound, or not profit by the heavy production of his hens.

MOTHER WINS BABY

Mrs. McDowell - Clark-Tanner Takes Infant by Force. Dramatic Scene Enacted as Woman, Accompanied by Attorneys and Deputy Sheriffs, Invades Rail Magnate’s Home. Los Angeles.—Mrs. Virginia McDowell Clark-Tanner took forcible possession of her infant son, J. Ross Clark 11, whose legal custody had been granted her by Judge Robert Clark, but whose actual custody was denied by the grandfather, J. Ross Clark, vicepresident of the Salt Lake railroad. A dramatic scene was enacted at the Clark home when the young mother appeared accompanied by two attorneys and two deputy sheriffs and armed with a hastily drafted order by Judge Flnlayson giving her Immediate possession of the child. Several times during the day Mrs. Tanner had gone to the Clark home and demanded the child, In accordance with the court order, and each tlpne was refused. Mr. and Mrs. Clark and their attorneys contended that the court order had given technical custody pf the child to Miss Margaret Heffron, the nurse, and that as Miss Heffron had become suddenly ill and could not be moved without endangering her life, the child would have tp remain there. Mrs. Tanner and her Attorneys then searched the city for Judge Clark. That jurist had returned to Ventura, and Judge Flnlayson was appealed to. He immediately gave an order to Sheriff Hammell to secure the boy and deliver him to Mrs. Tanner. 4 Admittance to the Clark home was

WARS ON ARMY OF VAGRANTS

Drastic Measures to Be Taken to Rid Minneapolis of Men Who Demand Shelter And Refuse to Work. Minneapolis.—For the purpose of ridding Minneapolis of vagrants and relieving or abolishing the hoinelessman problem, which became so acute during the .cold weather last winter that churches were thrown open to them, the Associated Charities will adopt drastic measures, it has been announced by Secretary J. J. O’Connor. The program in part la as follows: “Name changers” who apply under different names to various charity organizations for aid, will be turned over to the police upon discovery. Suspected vagrants will be photographed for better identification. State free employment bureaus, city poor department, and municipal lodging house, will co-operate In obtaining the names and other informar tion about men who refuse work. The staite employment bureau has been besieged to such an extent recently with men who refused work offered to them, that on a number of occasions the police have been called to clear the room.

WIFE FIGHTS TO SAVE SUICIDE

Found Exhausted Beside His Body After Struggle to Prevent His Act Falls. • Chicago.—A wife’s desperate efforts to restrain her husband from committing suicide, proved futile when Joseph McMahon, 56, of 42 East Oait stret, swallowed carbolic acid and cut this throat in a fit of despondency. Neighbors, who heard the wife’s cries as she struggled with her husband, found the body on the kitchen floor with the exhausted wife beside iL McMahon had been ill for several weeks. His wife was aware he had become despondent. When he arose from bed she followed him, and saw him take a bottle of cdrbolic acid. Mrs. McMahon knocked the bottle from her husband’s hand, but he had already swallowed some of the acid. In the struggle some of the drug half blinded him. In spite of his wife’s desperate struggles McMahon reached the kitchen, where he seized a carving knife and cut his throat.

denied the party until the order was shown, and a locked door to the nursery barred the way after they had entered the house. * The cfflcerfc demanded that the door be opened, or they would break it down, and when it swung open Mrs. Tanner rushed in and seized the sleeping child from its cradle. Despite the protests of the grandparents and their attoripys, the Tanner party departed with the child and the nurse, who was said to have been threatened with appendicitis, dressed herself and accompanied them.

IN OFFICE 109 YEARS AT 94

Bellefontalne Man Eatabllahes Rcoord for Job Holding—Served 56 Years aa Fireman. Bellefontalne, D. —F. A. Hardy, ninety-spur years old, has held public office 109 years. He lives in Miami county. He has given up the office of Justice of the peace and now the only offices he holds are those of member of the soldiers’ relief commission and notary public. Hardy accomplished his record by holding more than one office at a time and once he held spur at the same time. Here is his record: Justice of the peace, twenty-five years; township clerk, five years; city clerk, ten years; waterworks clerk, seven years; board of education clerk, twenty yean; Ward assessor, fourteen years; board of equalization, twenty-four yean; member tax equalization board, two yean; appraiser of real estate, two yean. A total of 109 yean. He also served fifty-six yean as a volunteer fireman and served In the Mexican, and Civil wars.