Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 277, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 November 1912 — Page 2

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EXCUSE ME!

By Rupert Hughes

Oopjrlffht, IUI, tar M. K. STy Oa 20 SYNOPSIS. Lieut Harry Mallory la 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 Lathrop, 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 tn maudlin condition. Later Mrs. Jimmie appears. She is also bound for Reno with came 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 bachelor, discovers an old sweetheart, Annie Q&ttle, 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 •couple to borrow from passengers. Jimmie gets a cinder In fits 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 hold the train so she can shop. Marjorie’s dog Is missing. She pulls the cord, stopping the train. Conductor restores dog and lovers quarrel. Lathrop wires for a £ readier to marry him and Miss Oattle. lallory tells Lathrop of his predicament and arranges to borrow the preacher.

CHAPTER XXVlll.—Continued. Marjorie was overwhelmed, but she felt It becoming In her to be a tritie coy. So she pouted: “But you won’t want me for a bride now, I’m such a fright.” He took the bait, hook and all: “1 never saw you looking so adorable." “Honestly? Oh, but it will be glorious to be Mrs. First Lieutenant Mallory.” “Glorious!” "I must telegraph home —and sign my new name. Won’t mamma be pleased?” “Won’t she?" said Mallory, with Just a trace of dubiety. Then Marjorie grew serious with a new idea: “I wonder if mamma and papa have missed me yet?” Mallory laughed: “After three days’ disappearance, I shouldn’t be surprised.” i “Perhaps they are worrying about me.” “I shouldn’t b 8 surprised.” “The poor dears! I’d better write them a telegram at once.” “An excellent idea.” She ran to the desk, found blank forms and then paused with knitted brow: “It will be very hard to say ail I’ve got to say in ten words." “Hang the expense,” Mallory sniffed magnificently, “I’m paying your bills now." But Marjorie tried to look very matronly: “Send a night letter in the day time! No, indeed, we must begin to economize.” Mallory was touched by this new revelation of her future housewifely thrift He hugged her hard and reminded her that she could send a dayletter by wire. “An excellent idea,” she said. “Now, don’t bother me. You go on and read your paper, read about Mattie. I’ll never be jealous of her —him —of anybody—again." “You shall never have cause for jealousy, my own.” But fate was not finished with the initiation of the unfortunate pair, and already new trouble was strolling in their direction.

CHAPTER XXIX. Jealousy Comes Aboard. Tberi was an air of domestic peace gi the observation room, where Mallory and Marjorie bad been left to Xhemaelves for some time. But the peace was like the ominous hush that precedes a tempest. Mallory was so happy with everythin* coming his way, that he was even making up with Snoozleums, stroking the tatted coat with one hand end holding up his newspaper with the other. He did sot know all that was coming his way. The blissful silence was broken first by MarjorleT “How do you spell Utah?—with a rr “Utah begins with You,’’ he said—and rather liked his wit, listened for tome recognition, and rose to get It, hot she waved him away. “Don’t bother me, honey. Can't you ted I’m busy?” He kissed her hair and sauntered lack, dividing his attention between •neoaleums and the ten-inning game.

Novelized from the Comedy of the Same Name ILLUSTRATED From Photographs of the Ploy as Produced By Henry W. Savaga

And now there was a small commotion irTtha smoking room. . ThrotiSE' the iglass along the corridor the men caught sight of the girl who had got on at Green River. Ashton saw her first and him. "There she goes,” Ashton hissed to the others, “look quick! There’s the nectarine.” \-t \ “My word! She’s ( a little bit of all right, isn’t she?” Even Dr. Temple stared at her with approval: "Dear lijtle thing, isn’t she?” The girl, very consciously unconscious of the admiration, moved demurely along, with eyes downcast, but at such an angle that she could take In the sensation she was creating; she went along picking up stares as If they were bouquets. Her demeanor was a remarkable compromise between outrageous flirtation and perfect respectability. But she was looking back so intently that when she moved Into the observation room she w’alked right into the newspaper Mallory was holding out before him. Both said: ‘T beg your pardon.” When Mallory lowered the paper, both stared till their eyes almost popped. Her amazement was one of immediate rapture. He looked as if he would have been much obliged for a volcanic crater to sink into. “Harry!” she gasped, and let fall her handbag. "Kitty!” he gasped, and let fall his newspaper. Both bent, he banded her the newspaper and tossed the handbag Into a chair; saw his mistake, withdrew the* newspaper and proffered her Snoozleunis. Marjorie stopped writing, pen poised in air, as If she had suddenly been petrified. The newcomer was the first to speak. She fairly gushed: "Harry Mallory—of all people.” “Kitty! Kathleen! Miss Lewellyn!” "Just to think of meeting you again.” “Just to think of it.” “And on this train of all places.” "On this train of all places!” “Oh, Harry, Harry!” “Oh, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!" "You dear fellow, it’s,so long since I saw you last.” “So long.” “It was at that last hop at West Point, remember? —why, it seems only yesterday, and how well you are looking. You are well, aren’t you?” "Not very.” He was mopping his brow in anguish, and yet the room seemed strangely cold. “Of course you look much better in your uniform. You aren’t wearing your uniform, are you?” “No, this is not my uniform.” “You haven’t left the army, have you?” “I don’t know yet.” “Don’t ever do that. You are Just beautiful In brass buttons.” “Thanks.” “Harry!” “What’s the matter now?" “This tie, this green tie, isn’t this the one I knitted you?” . “I am sure I don’t know, I borrowed it from the conductor.”

“Don’t you remember? I did knit you one.” “Did you? I believe you did! I think I wore it out." "Oh, you fickle boy. But see what I have. What’s this?” He stared through the glassy eyes of complete helplessness. “It looks like a bracelet.” “Don’t tell me you don’t remember this! —the little bangle bracelet you gave me.” "D-did I give you a baygled branglet?” * “Of course you did. And the inscription. Don’t you remember it?” She held her wrist in front of his aching eyes and he perused as if it were his own epitaph, what she read aloud for him. “From Harry to Kitty, the Only Girl I Ever Loved.” “Good night!” he sighed to himself, and began to mop his brow with Snoozleums. "You put it on my arm,” said Kathleen, with a moonlight sigh, "and I’ve always worn it." “Always?" “Always! no matter whom I was engaged to.” The desperate wretch, who had not dared even to glance in Marjorie’s direction, somehow thought he saw a straw of self-defense. “You were engaged to three or four others when 1 was at West Point” “I may have been engaged to the others," said Kathleen, moon-eyeing him, “but I always liked you best, Clifford —er, Tommy—l mean Harry." “You got me at last." Kathleen fenced back at this: “Well, I’ve np doubt you have had a dozen affairs since.” “Oh, no! My heart has only known one real love.” He threw this over her head at Marjorie, but Kathleen seized it. to his greater confusion: “Oh, Harry, how sweet of you to say it. It makes me feel positively faint," and she swooned bis way, but he shoved a chair forward and let her collapse Into that. Thinking and hoping that she was unconscious, he made ready to escape, but she caught himhy the coat, and moaned: “Where am I?” and he growled back: “In the Observation Car!" Kathleen’s life and enthusiasm returned without delay: “Fancy meeting you again! I could just scream." “So could» I." , “you must come up in our car and see mamma." "Is Ma-mamma with you?" Mallory stammered, on the verge of imbecility. V A f “Oh, yes, indeed, we’re going around the world." “Don’t let me detain you.” ', “Papa is going round the world also.” " V “Is papa on this train, too?" At last something seemed to em-

barrass her a trine: “No, papa wen* on ahead. MfLfllMA 115P6S M OVGrthß* him. But papa Is a very good traveler." Then she changed the Subject. “Do come and meet mamma. It would cheer her up so. She is so fond of you. Only this morning she was saying, ‘Of all the boys you were ever engaged to, Kathleen, thp one I like most of all was Edgar—l mean Clarence—er —Harry Mallory.” “Awfully kind of her,” “You must coine and see her —she’s some stouter uow! ” .— * “Oh, is she? Well, that’s good.”. Mallory was too angry to be sane, and too helpless to take advantage of his anger. He wondered how he could ever have cared for this molasses and mucilage girl. He remembered now that she had always had these same cloying ways. She had always pawed him and, like everybody but the pawere, he hated pawing. It would have been bad enough at any time to have Kathleen hanging on lis coat, straightening his tie, leaning close, smiling up in htg eyes, losing him his balance, recapturing him every time he edged away. But with Marjorie as the grim witness It was maddening. He loathed and abominated Kathleen Llewellyn, and If she had only been a man, he could cheerfully have beaten her to a pulp and chucked her out of the window. But because she was a helpless little baggage he had to be as polite as he could while she sat and tore his plans to pieces, embittered Marjorie’s heart against him, and either ended all hopes of their marriage, or furnished an everlasting rancor to be recalled In every quarrel to their dying day. Oh, etiquette, what injustices are endured in thy name!

So there he sat, sweating his soul’s blood, and able only to spar for time and wonder when the gong would ring. And now she was off on a new tack: "And where are you bound for, Harry, dear?” “The Philippines,” he said, and for the first time there was something beautiful In their remoteness. “Perhaps we shall cross the Pacifio on the same boat." The first sincere smile he had experienced came to him: “I go on an army transport, fortu —unfortunately.” “Oh, I just love soldiers. Couldn’t mamma and I go on the transport? Mamma Is very fond of soldiers, too.” “I’m afraid it couldn’t be arranged.” “Too bad, but perhaps we ican stop off and pay you a visit. I just lovo army posts. So does mamma.” “Oh, do!" “What will be your address?” “Just the Philippines —just the Phflippines.” “But aren’t there quite a few of them?” “Only about two thousand.” “Which one will you be on?” “I’ll be on the third from the left," said Mallory, who nether knew nor cared what he was saying. Marjori# had endured all that she could stand. She rose in a tightly leashed fury. "I’m afraid I’m in the way.” Kathleen turned in surprise. Sh# had not noticed that anyone was near. Mallory went out of his head completely. “Oh, don’t go—for heaven’s sake don’t go,” he appealed to Marjorie. “A friend of yours?" said Kathleen, bristling. “No, not a friend,” In a chaotic tangle, “Mrs. Miss—Miss—Er—er—er —” Kathleen smiled: "Delighted to meet you, Miss Ererer.” “The pleasure is all mine,” jorie said, with an acid smile. “Have you known Harry long?" said Kathleen, jealously, “or are you Just acquaintances on*the train?” “We’re just acquaintances on tho train!” “I used to know Harry very wellvery well inded.” "So I should Judge. You wont mind If I leave you to talk over old times together?" “How very sweet of you.” ’’Oh, don’t mention it” “But, Marjorie,” Mallory cried, as she turned away. Kathleen started at the ardor of his tone, and gasped: "Marjorie! Then he—you—” “Not at all—not in the least,” said Marjorie. At this crisis the room was suddenly inundated with people. Mrs. Whitr comb, Mrs. Wellington, Mrs. Tempi# and Mrs. Fosdlck, all trying to look like bridesmaids, danced In, shouting: “Here they come! Make way for the bride and groom!” i (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Boxing, Ancient and Modem.

Although boxing and pugilism, ow cupylng much attention at the present time, were popular in classic Greece, they seem to have died out In the middle ages, and It is not until the end of the seventeenth century that; we find references to boxing as • regular English sport. Boxing, as distinguished from pugilism, may be said to date from 1866. when the Amateur Athletic club was formed, and the Queens berry rules drawn up. The boxing glove, however, had been Invented about a century before by Broughton, “the father of English pugilism.” who ased them In his practice bonts. But you will remember that the boxing glove, as described by Virgil, was • terrible Instrument of offense.

Money In Growing Willows.

A Chicago merchant advertised tor 1,000,000 willow clothes baskets which indicates that the willow-growing industry is very much neglected. Th« government is encouraging sit by teaching fanners how to grow willows. They require s soil that wifi grow wheat f

** ~ ‘ it nv ■■MrVP'jnm A lixnf-Pvnoo DURING the progress of the coal miners’ strike in West Virginia the militia captured enough war material to equip a small army. Six machine guns were taken from the coal operators, 2,000 shotguns and rifles, including Mausers, Springfields, Winchesters and mountain rifles, and nearly 250,000 rounds of ammunition. Revolvers and rifles were taken from both operators and miners.

BROKE SHIP RECORD

Captain of Liner Censured for Setting New Time. Commander of Steamer Illinois Tells How He Arrived Day Ahead of Schedule, and Is Shanghaied to Land Job. New York.—lt Is perfectly possible to “shanghai” a seaman and make him work on the land, although the possibilities appear never to have occurred to writers of sea stories. Anyway, it not only could happen, but it did happen, and Capt. Harry Harrlman, postmaster, and most prominent business man in Massapequa, Long Island, is the man to whom it happened. Captain Harriman followed the sea for over 40 years, rising from apprentice to the position of captain of one of the Red Star Line steamers. One day he came to Massapequa to visit his brother-in-law, who was employed by a real estate company here. While on his visit he got into conversation owner of the little store and postofflee, hear the railroad station. The storekeeper and postmaster expressed himself as being dissatisfied with the place, and yearned for the coming of some one who would purchase the store. In a spirit of fun the captain offered him an absurdly low price for the store —and the offer was accepted. Not willing to back out of his bargain, the captain closed the deal then and there and decided to install his wife as storekeeper and postmistress. He found that Massapequa’s rapid gyowth provided more work than his wife could attend to, so, with a leave of absence from the steamboat lina he is still at his little Massapequa store, selling postage stamps and potatoes, and occasionally hustling a bag of mail upon a train. ( The captain is going back to his first love, the sea, but he say»> when he brings to mind some of his amusing experiences as postmaster, he decides that work as postmaster In a Long Island village is almost as exciting as anyone could wish for. But, for all that, when Captain Harriman tells how he came to take up his work in Massapequa, he solemnlj insists that he was shanghaied into the job of being postmaster. Captain Harriman, whose last command was on the Illinois, the Red Star Line steamer which plies between Philadelphia and Antwerp, was a personal friend of Captain Smith of the ill-fated Titanic. On the day the Titanic sank, Captain Harriman and Captain Rogers, late of the steamship Frelssman, were planning a vacation in Maine on which Captain Smith was expected to accompany them. The Illinois, anyone can see, is the ship of ships in the eyes of the post-master-captain.

"That’s the ship that beat the f*hila-delphia-Antwerp record,” he said, with a grin and a chuckle, “but the company never seemed to approve of the way we beat it. It was the eightyfourth trip of the boat, and the weather was glorious —you wouldn’t find more favorable conditions for a trip in a lifetime. When I took my observations the second or third day, I found that we were about 16 hours ahead of the schedule. I called up the engineer ‘and he said that no extra amount of coal had been burned, and we decided if we didn’t have to use any extra coal, to boat the record —if we could.

“Anyway, we were due In Philadelphia on Monday and we steamed In on Sunday, 24 hours ahead of schedule. I had a thousand emigrants on board and no arrangements had been made to receive them before Monday —oh, we threw things into a merry mess. As I came into the- dock, I called out to Captain Fuller, our marine superintendent: “Where shall I go with this boat?”

“ ‘You can go to hades with her,’ he yelled back. ‘What business have you got in here today?’ "When I reported at the offices of the comjpany, they called me down for hringlnp the boat in so far ahead of time, but I showed them my orders to ‘proceed with all possible dispatch.’ although they didn’t seem to want orders carried out so literally.’’

ARMS TAKEN FROM MINERS AND OPERATORS

TWINS REGISTER AT POLLS Have No Trouble In Proving They Are Old Enough to Vote —Are 93 Years of Age. New York.—“ William Muncy, 93 years old, born In Babylon, and have lived hereabouts all my life.” This was the substance of answers given by a voter at Babylon, L. I. As he stepped aside, another man, his duplicate In form and features, stood before the registry board. He said his name was James Muncy, and gave the same information regarding himself. The two men are the Muncy twins, said to be the' oldest twins,in the world. They walked from their farms at West Babylon to register, and afterward walked back, a distance of four miles. The remarkable pair were the center of attraction at the registering place.' They appeared to be in rugged health and mentally alert. When handed the blanks for enrollment they smiled at each other and placed a cross beneath the fountain emblem of the Prohibition party. Then, with a cheery good afternoon to the assemblage, they walked briskly atiray. For seventy years the twins have registered and voted together, seldom missing a year. Both have been farmers all their lives.

EX-THIEF TURNS PREACHER

Becomes a Mission Worker After 22 Years in Jails —Bays It Is Never Too Late. Washington.—Frank Carr, formerly a notorious burglar, known to the police of New York and a score of other cities, has turned mission worker, after having served. 22 years of his life behind prison bars. “There is good in every man’s heart, and he only has to have the opportunity to show it, or the force of circumstances to bury it,” declared the ex-convlct. "Too many good men go wrong, and they stay wrong because the churches do not reach the dregs of this life. It is never too late to turn back.”

ARE WOMEN UNDERSTOOD?

Le Matin of Paris Gathers Answers from All Quarters —Woman Hits at Coquettes. Paris. —Le Matin Is at present engaged in gathering together one of its periodical symposiums on burning questions of the day. The question that everybody Is just now trying to answer is “Are Women Understood?” Every day two or more columns of the papers are filled with the answers, 'from which the following selections have been made: According to you—a man who, seeing women as they are, lets them believe he sees them as they would like to be. According to us —simply a man who loves them. “A rr.aa who understands a woman Is he who considers her not as an Inferior. but aB his equal, at the same time recognizing in her certain superiorities of tact, delicaby, devotion and courage, without proudly showing his consciousness of his own personal superiority In physical and Intellectual power.’’ “The man who understands women Is one who thinks it charming that we should be coquettish, fond of dainties, money and flirting, and who thinks and tells us that all our caprices are adorable.” “Young men have gifts to fascinate women, but they do not understand them. The man who does Is he who no longer tells them untruths, having nothing more to hope or expect from them." “Such a phenomenon as a man who understands women does not exist. It wonld be preferable to be set to square the circle than to understand a woman.” A woman signing "herself “One Who Is Not Proud of Being a Woman” writes: “The man who fancies hq under-

INDIAN RIDES FAR TO PAY

Aged Red Man Had to Wait for Seven Years Before He Got Enough to Settle. Ellensburg, Wash. —Making a 50-mile trip on horseback to pay a debt of $5 contracted seven years ago, “Old John” Hamult, with his grandson, Indian Louis Sam, arrived from Wapato to settle his account with T. W. Farrell Although nearly eighty years of age,, “Old John” remembered every detail of the transaction seven years ago, and when he came into Farrell’s store he drew a leather pouch from his pocket, took out the $5 and said in Indian language: — “I came to pay you your money, $5; that all I owe you, my old friend.” Mr. Farrell, who had quite forgotten that the Indian was indebted to> him, recalled the incident and, taking down his books, found the entry 'ofl the loan. It* developed that “Old] John” had not come to Ellensbilrg for seven years because he did not have the (5 to pay his debt

SAVES FATHER FROM BULL

Tennessee Lad Throws Rocks at Animal Thgt Was Goring His Parent. Nashville, Tenn. —Prompt response of his twelve-year-old son to his cries for help saved the life of Dr. B. J. Shelton, a prominent physician of Antioch, near here, when the physician was gored by a vicious bull. Dr, Shelton was thrown to the ground, three ribs being broken and a deep gash cut in hlB chest by the horns of the infuriated animal. Young Shelton threw rocks at the bull and attracted hia attention after his father was down. '

Birds Carry Pellagra.

Louisville, Ky.—Blackbirds carrying infection from the south are responsible for the death of many Kentucky horses from pellagra, according to State Veterinarian Purdy.

Company Quits Theater.

Cleveland, O. —Because the Colonial theater management refused to divide the receipts for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, Marie Cahill and her company quit

stands women Is he who fiatterß their foolish whims. For a woman • who wishes to be a serious and faithful friend the position is not so complicated, and she does not need to reflect whether she is understood or not. The only true women are those who are good mothers and good wives — all the rest are superfluous. They are odious talking figures, everything with them false —physique and morals alike —they Interfere with life. Ah, if I were a man I would not spare the coquettes. They should see whether I understood them!" ■■ A woman signing herself “Incomprlse,” relates how only once she met a man on board a Mediterranean steamer who was able to please each and all of the ladies. "He joined In our conversations without leading them. With him one felt perfect safety, a charm infinitely rare, which allows a woman openly to express the sentiments of her heart without the perpetual fear that a man will take advantage of their Innocent sincerity to attack them. Believe me, every woman appreciates this pleasure of 1 confidence. We are sometimes weary of attacking and defending. The mam who is not watching us always gives* us a feeling of rest.”

Says Spouse Loved Lady Barber.

Chicago. —Alleging that her hus-< band, a wealthy manufacturer, fell in love with a lady barber while he was being lathered, and set her up iu business with an SBOO tip, Mrs. Alvan H. Arnold has sued for divorce.

No Homieide In Gotham.

New York. —For the first time In, the memory of court attaches there Is not a single homicide case on the; court calendars of New York county. Only three indictments are pending, j