Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 280, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 November 1912 — Page 3

WOMEN IN GENERAL

One Woman Taught to discriminate Between Real Love and Sham.

By A. MARIA CRAWFORD.

"Many a man fails to marry because he is afraid of being refused by the one woman he wants,” asserted Bob Thorne, for ten years the most desirable bachelor in the town. “You assume to grant, then,” interposed Mabel St. John from the other side of the dinner table, “that old bachelors, like old maids, seldom find themselves in their relative conditions in life from choice." “Exactly so.” “A man must take the initiative in such cases and I think one is a coward who sees his happiness and then through fear, refuses to make an effort to obtain it Moreover, he may be a thief, for if the woman cares, fee robs her, too, of possible happiness.” “You’re wrong about that, Mabel, my dear,” declared Larry Briscoe. “Women have ways and means of letting a man know if they care for him, seriously, I mean.” “Not the old-fashioned gentlewoman, Larry!” Anne Rogers’ voice was low but arrestive. Everybody turned to look at her. She was the most sought after woman in the town. Opportunity had succeeded opportunity for her to make a brilliant marriage but she had* refused them, one after the other, and her friends, interested, wondered why. J "I spoke of women in general, Anne, not of an exception like you. I am glad that you are so delightfully oldfashioned in your ideas of the niceties of life.” "I did not mean to be personal,” went on Anne. “There are many women, the majority of them, I believe, Who are modest enough to desire besought rather than to throw themselves headlong in a man’s arms.” “By what method, Anne,” asked Bob Thorne, “may a man pursue the right way and yet save his pride in case she doesn’t want him?" “Hear! Hear!” cried Larry laughing. “The great Bob has explained the mystery of his state of single blessedness. He is particular about saving the Thorne pride. Who is the woman? Let’s all guess! His face will, answer when we strike the right name.” But Bob Thorne had himself well in hand. It is not easy to take an experienced man of the world unawares. “All right,” he returned amiably. "Who is she and why have I never proposed?”

“You admit then that there is a particular she?” “I admit nothing. Such a disclosure was nominated in the bond. Proceed, Larry! Stretch me on the rack and see me squirm.” “It’B some woman of a royal family whom you have met abroad,” ventured one. “Lady Eleanor something in London about four years ago/ I remember the gossip reached me in Paris.” “No,” interrupted Larry, “it’s that little young thing that came visiting your sister last winter. I mind me well how you took on a swagger in those days. Nothing like an innocent baby face to catch an old fellow like you.” “His expression has not changed. Now for my supposition! I say that it is Fay the dashingwidow. It takes experience to snare the wary. Your turn, Anne!” “May I ask a question first, please?” “Certainly.” “Would you want a woman who could forget her own' pride to save yours—a woman who could offer herself to you?” “No, I don’t think I would, Anne," Bob slowly. “Anne’s playing for time. I say it is Anne herself who has caught and held the gifted Mr. Thorne,” said Mabel St. John. “You will all admit that he is changing color at last. Bob Thorne tried to laugh but failed miserably. , Anne saw his face whiten under the summer tan. Her head went a trifle higher. “Not I, Mabel," she turned to the girl on her left, “for everybody knows that had Bob asked me, I would have married him. Now you have solved my mystery in place of his. Let us proceed with our salad. It’s lovely and tempting, isq’t it?” Anne avoided Bob’s eyes when after liqueur and cigars, the men came into the drawing-room where the women were having cofTee. “Anne, they tell me you are going abroad to study again. You’re much too clever as you are. Say you’re not going,” pleaded Larry. “We miss you terribly when you’re gone.” “You are a comforting sort of friend, Larry.” “Do you sail Boon?” Bob Thorne flicked the ashes carefully from his cigar. “Yes, the first of the month.” Anne rose and went toward her hostess, her slender, rounded figure charmingly garbed in sapphire with overdress of black chiffon. There were diamonds as her throat and breast and she looked a priestess of a summer night, all starlight and blue, so Larry whißpered to a neighbor. She was leaving for a late musicals and when she had spoken to her hostess and turned away, she found Bob Thorne before her. , # “I am going to the Hamilton’s musicals May I take your*

When they were outside in the big deserted street, Thorne suggested that they walk to the entertainment. * “It is a lovely night,” agreed Anne. "Suppose we do!" ~ “Anne,” said Thorne when they had walked along in silence for a little way, “do you remember that summer six years ago when jrou came here to live?” “Yes. You were very good to me in those days,” answered the woman quietly. “I was young and you taught me much about life that otherwise I mußt have learned by experience, bitter perhaps.” “What did I teach you?” “The most helpful lesson was to discriminate between real love and sham. There were many men pbout me. The knowledge that some cared •for my money which I might lose, some for my so-called beauty which must fade, warned me to stop and ponder—who loved Anne.”, “And you found?” “Nobody. I daresay I have grown hard to please like my teacher.” “It’s three years since I have been to see you, Anne. I have missed you.” “Yes, you never came back after you heard Duncan trying to make love to me. Why?” “Don’t you know?” “How could I?” “Instinct. It answers a woman as reason answers a man.” “Why didn’t you come again? I am going to my doctor cousin in Vienna. I will be gone for months, perhaps years.”. “Are you not well, Anne?” “No,” said Anne softly, “I am not well. A case of nerves, they tell me here. I don’t want to pose as an invalld so I let people believe, if they will, that I am going to study again.” “I am sorry. You knew that Mabel was right tonight when she said that the one woman for me is you. I believed that ion loved Duncan —” “Oh, Bob, you couldn’t have believed that. You simply couldn’t." “You saved my pride at the expense of your own at the table. I love you for It more than ever. Marry me, dear, and let me take you abroad and see yqu get well? Is It possible, Anne?” “You said you did not want a woman who would sacrifice her pride even for you. What reason have you—” “There is no reason in love. Will you marry me?” “Why did you stpp coming to see me?” “I loved yoii and I thought you loved Duncan. Anne, give me the right to care for you always and always.” he added tenderly. "I want you to take care of me always and always. Do you know why I tried to save you from teasing tongues tonight? For love of you. A woman may say she is modest and old-fashioned, but she will shield the man she loves, no matter what the cost to her.” , “And what,” -asked Thorne, “is the only way to get the woman you love?” “Just talm her,” laughed Anne as Thorne kissed her under cover of the friendly dark. (Copyright, 1912, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

CHANNEL IS AN OLD PROJECT

Land Communication Between England and France Has Been Thought Of for Many Years. A tunnel between England and France beneath the English channel was first proposed at the beginning of the nineteenth upntury by Mathieu, a French mining engineer. Fifty years later the scheme was financed, but it was not until 1867 that it seemed that the project would be actually attempted. At that time there were a dozen or more plans for rail communication between the two countries. The accepted scheme was that of a tunnel bored beneath the bed of the channel. The estimated cost of the undertaking was about £10,000,000. Preliminary boring Lad been made, when the work waß interrupted by the Franco-Prussian war. In 1874 the French and English governments resumed negotiations concerning the tunnel, leaving the matter in the hands of a joint commission. Failure on the part of the English company holding the contract for the work to receive suflicient funds resulted in the failure of the enterprise in 1880. Now, the project Is receiving some attention, a better feeling having been established between the people of the two countries.

Youthful Philosophy.

Three boys were resting between sets on the tennis courts in Central park. “There goes Sadie,” said one. “Betcha two to one she picks up my hat and throws It off the court. There! Wha’d I tell you. That’s the way. If it’s a fella’ smaller ’n you that does anything like that you c’n lick m. If he’s larger than you are you can anyway kick *m in the shins. But If It’s a girl, what kin yon do?” And his auditors sighed in silence. IPwal, indeed, a hard problem.

Used to the Taste.

“Bring me a wood pulp sandwich,” said the guest in an abstracted way. “Beg pardon, sir,” murmured the waiter. “Oh, yes, excuse me. At home I’m used to this paper bag cooking.”

Proved.

“This assault on the witness’ character is impossible to verify, because she Is a dressmaker.” “What has that to do with It?" “A dressmaker Is naturally obliged to live a pattern life.”

OUR illustration is from a photograph of a part of the Turkish village of Berane absolutely abandoned by the inhabitants on the approach of the victorious Montenegrin army.

RICH INDIAN LAND

Fort Peck Reservation Ready for - Settlers Next Spring. i Last Big Tract Left in West—Soil Unusually Productive In Grain, As Shown By Progress Made By Tribes Themselves. Butte, Mont. —Two million acres of land in Montana, now known as the Fort Peck Indian reservation, will be thrown open for settlement by the government next spring. This is the last large tract of public land in the west that has not been opened to settlers. Inasmuch as less than one per cent of this land has been cultivated and all of it is said to be fertile, it is estimated that the harvest will be enriched by 20,000,000 bushels of grain a year after it is settled and developed. The share of this tract alloted to Indians of many tribes is 723,693 acres. The rest is unoccupied. “On the supposition that the unoccupied lands were devoted to the growing of wheat on the summer fallow plan, which would mean that onehalf the area would be in crop at one time, and on the further supposition that the wheat would yield 26 bushels per acre, which is a moderate estimate for yields on land thus prepared, the aggregate production would be 19,312,600 bushels.” Thomas Shaw, agricultural expert, estimates. Prof. Shaw further says: “If this land were entirely devoted to the growing of barley on the summer fallow plan, the yield would be 30,900,000 bushels, as barley grown on such land should average 40 bushels per acre. If the entire area were devoted to the growing of oats on the sam 4 lines, the total production would be W. 626,000 bushels, as 60 bushels per acre would not be $n extravagant estimate for land thus farmed.” The Port Peck reservation will also be the scene of a unique event when the first county fair ever held by Indian tribes will open there. At this fair will be shown the rapid progress made by the red men in extensive agriculture after only a few years of instruction in modern farming methods. There will be exhibited at thiß time some unusual specimens of grain and grasses that will also be entered later in the year at eastern land shows in competition with prise products of the white man. This progress has all been made in the last two years, since before that time hardly any of the land was being developed with modern methods. A year ago the Great Northern railroad sent a representative body of the tribes inhabiting this region to the New York land show to give them an opportunity to see what the white man was doing to wrest a living from the soil. The exhibits there were carefully studied, and the representatives returned to their prairie homes with ideas as revolutionary as they proved to be profitable. Instead of truck farmers living in tepees, they resolved to be ranchers living in comfortable cottages overlooking thousands of acres. That they went to work with a vim Is shown by the fact that at the present time there are twice as many acres of land under cultivation as there were a year ago. Agriculture is not (he only form of American civilization the Indians on this reservation have assimilated. They have also learned to play foot' ball. The civilization will not be entirely overshadowed by what has been learned from the white man, however, all the old tribal customs will be perpetuated in dances and ceremonies that have been handed down for centuries. Sioux will hold their annual festival at which all the weird rites of their' forefathers will be used.

ABANDONED TO THE MONTENEGRIN FORCES

Three thousand redmen, in native attire, will be gathered outside the agency town In a vast circle of tepees, and it will be a scene marked for Its brilliancy.

HOYS ARE TRAPPED BY TIDE

They Shout and Fire Bhotguns Until Help Comes After Nightfall. Philadelphia.—Clinging to the stump of a tree on an inundated island in Darby creek, Edward Haberle, 18 years old, and Winfield Toy, 16 years old, both of Colllngdale, were rescued with the water within a few Inches of their feet and high tide still coming id. The young men were exhausted and collapsed when taken into a boat that had gone from Colllngdale to their rescue. Early in the afternoon Haberle and Toy, armed with shotguns, started out to hunt blackbirds. At low tide there are numerous small islands in the “broken meadoms,” and the boys wandered in search of game. Toward evening they suddenly awoke to a realization that the tide was rising and that they were cut off from the mainland. Neither of them could swim, so they climbed up the trunk of a dead tree that extended five feet above the level of the island. Darkness was coming on. and the boys in terror, shouted for help. Their cries were unanswered. Then they started to fire their guns. Each had about fifteen rounds of ammunition, and they fired every shot before attracting attention. Just as they had

GIRL HOOKS SHARK

Man-Eater Pulled in From Deck of Ocean Liner. Young Tourist In Casting Lines In Water for Amusement When Bhe Gets a Real Bite and Makes a Record Catch. New York. —Shark fishing has long since assumed the proportions of a gentle art down Costa Rica way, according to the stock tales of returning tourists, but it remained for a winsome Brooklyn girl—Miss Cecile des Place —to startle the natives with a catch that set angler tongues wagging all up and down the wild coast. With fifteen minutes fishing to her credit, Miss Des Place landed a 300pound man-eating shark that set the populace of Port Limon by the ears and caused her name to be displayed in scarehead type in the Costa Rican dallies. Her coup was set down as an epoch marker in a country where men haul up the monsters of the deep for a living and make big catches every day of the week. Mi as Des Place arrived home aboard the Hamburg-American liner Prinz August Wilhelm, and in her traveling bag were several long teeth pulled from the head of her big sensational catch as souvenirs. She Intends to have them appropriately mounted and set up as an ornament in her parlor of the Des Place home in Brooklyn. The pretty shark catcher manifested considerable diffidence in discussing her coup over at the pier the other morning, but there were plenty of her friends on board who were not averse to telling just how it happened. “You see, it was this way,” one of them explained. “We were anchored in the harbor of Port Limon, one of the prettiest on the Costa Rican coast, by the way, and the tourists on board for want of something more profitable to do fell to casting lines into the clear limpid water that swished so rhythmically alongside the vesseL Miss Des Place watched the

given up hope, Charley Hutt, who had heard the shots from a distance, appeared on the bank of Darby creek. He called to the boys to swim across, and when he learned that neither could swim, told them to remain where they were until he summoned help. Hutt communicated with the Collmgdale police, and Policemen Diehl, Jones and Trumback jumped into a boat and rowed swiftly to the scene. It was so dark when the rescue boat arrived that the policemen could not see the boys, and had to be guided by their shouts. According to the police, the tree trunk upon which the young men took refuge is completely covered when the tide reaches its highest mark.

JAIL RESTORES HIS MEMORY

Sight of Prison 7 Brings Back Mind of a Convict at Everett, Wash., Jail. Everett, Wash. —Robert Carlson, a logger, who had forgotten his name and past life, and who had been brought here under guard from Arlington to be examined for insanity, regained his memory at sight of prison walls. He was booked as John Doe Christensen. When the jailer tried to question him, he suddenly blurted out: “I know you. I have been here before. I was in the upstairs corridor four years ago.’ Search of the records proved his statement^.

Advises Theft of Railroad.

Joliet, 11l. —“If you steal, steal something worth while. Don’t steal anything less than a said Judge Hooper in sentencing John Rush, colored, for the theft of nine dollars.

sport for a while and then expressed a desire to try her hand. Her request was granted, and what do you think? No sooner had she settled to a watch oh the bobbing cork than the line stretched taut and something began making away with the other end of 1L “Miss Des Place was jerked against the railing and might have gone overboard had not two or three of her companions grabbed her. Stronger hands seized the line, and after a thir-ty-minute tussle we got the ’catch' aboard. It was the biggest catch of the day regardless of vessel or, point on shore. It was a shark just like the pictures you see in those wild sea stories. We weighed the monster and the scales tipped 300 pounds. Of course no woman in Costa Rica had ever accomplished a feat of that magnitude before, and Miss Des Place was a heroine with the Port Limon folk during the remainder of our stay there.” The heroine agreed in the generalities of the story, but professed too much modesty to go into details from her viewpoint “It was merely an accident” she said, and let it go at that

9 STITCHES TAKEN IN HEART

Remarkable Case In Philadelphia of a Man Who Was Stabbed and Survives Ordeal. Philadelphia.—John Thompson, • negro, has just left the Pennsylvania hospital well and strong after surviving the operation of having nine stitches taken in his heart. Thompson was stabbed in a quarrel seventy-seven days ago. The knife penetrated deep Into his heart and the hospital doctors had little hope of saving his life. He was operated on within two hours and the wound was sewed up without delay. Not only did he live through the operation, but he began immediately to improve and today be was declared as well and as strong as before he wag wounded.

FROM THE PENCIL’S POINT | People who know it all usually have fc lot to learn. Alimony is the postgraduate feo» || In the course of love. The pull that keeps a man out of jail' : will not yank him into heaven. -M —» " A mule may be all right as a rid- M ing animal, but he doesn’t look It. It is difficult to convince a self-mado j; man that he has cheated himself. % Many a man is credited with good judgment who is merely a fool for luck. Some men never qnarrel with their wives, because it costs too much US | make up. One might argue that the naughty fish that bite on Sunday deserve to be caught if men and women thought twtco | before marrying there would be fewer divorces. And the more a woman runs after a. man the more he would probably ran after her if she didn't. Every time an egotistical bachelor shows up in society he Imagines that nearly all the pretty young matrons regret their haste.

POINTED PARAGRAPHS. Speech enables a woman to conceal what she really means. If you must wVite love letters it la safer to use postal cards. People who travel at a rapid pace aren’t necessarily fast friends. Some people seem to live a long time just to spite other people. Any man who will" jump a board bill should be made to walk the plank. It takes a mighty little posh to start some men on the downward path. An old bachelor Js a man who has refrained from making some woman unhappy. The young man who steals a Idas probably doesn’t know any better, or anything any better. The pessimist stays at home and . waits for it to rain while his neighbors go to the picnic. Some men have the happy faculty of being able to recognise their duty in time to aldeatep It. It is waste of time for a man to make a fool of himself when it Is so easy to get a woman to do It for him. —Chicago News.

FACT AND FANCY. An oyster's life is twelve yean. If a skyscraper fell down, the papers would write it up. Money is the best thing going—tool It is still better coming. ./ Does the ocean greyhound drink oat of the trough of the sea? Morocco is the only civilised country without a newspaper. While proud of a good field of corn, the farmer hates to have ft crowed over. ""k. Some folks never pot off till tomorrow the mean things they can do today. Many British army officers secretly wear bullet-proof shirts of chain under their tunics. The bine-eyed are immune to melancholia, hypochondria and other complaints of the mind. THE ALFALFA SAGE A bald head gathers no warn. Platonic friendship is its own puttshment. When Greek meets Greek tt la all Dutch to the rest of us. Hush, little Reactionary, don’t yu* | cry. You’ll get used to it by-and-by. Man was made to mourn and his wife’s relatives were made to aae - that he does mourn. I detest the chronic optimist. When I want to hear continuous chuckling - 111 buy a guinea hen. —Kansas City Bar. SHORT POW-WOWS. _____ VFaith waits but never keeps its work waiting. Trials weaken only those who flea from them. The fellow who can take advice seL dom needs tL \ • Today is yesterday's pupC and a poor one at that, The doors to heaven am ta retired places of helpfulness.