Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 282, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 25 November 1912 — Page 2

The Daily Republican Xtmt Day Except Sunday HEALEY A CLARK, Publishers. RENSSELAER. INDIANA.

EXCUSE ME!

By Rupert Hughes

ILLUSTRATED Frssi Photographs of the Play as Produced By Hoary W. Savage

Oop/right, iMi, by H. K. FI7 00. 23 SYNOPSIS. Lieut. Harry Mallory Is ordered to the Philippines. He and Marjorie Newton decide to elope, but wreck of taxicab prevents their seeing minister on the way to the train. Transcontinental train is taking on passengers. Porter has a lively time with an Englishman and Ira 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 in maudlin condition. Later Mrs. Jimmie appears. She is also bound for Reno with same object. Likewise Mrs. Sammy Whitcomb. Latter blames Mrs. Jimmie for her marital troubles. Classmates of Mallory decorate bridal berth. Rev. and Mrs. Temple start on a vacation. They decide to cut loose and Temple removes evidence of his calling. Marjorie decides to let Mallory proceed alone, but train starts while they are lost tn farewell. Passers gers Join Mallory’s classmates In giving couple wedding hasing. Marjorie is distracted. —Ira Lathrop. woman-hating bachelor, discovers an old sweetheart. Annis Gattle, a fellow passenger. Mallory vainly hunts for a preacher among the passengers. Mrs. Wellington hears Little Jimmie’s voice. Later she meets Mrs. Whitcomb. Mallory reports to Marjorie his failure to find a preacher. They decide to pretend a quarrel and Mallory finds a vacant berth. Mrs. Jimmie 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 Bmoke 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 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 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 preacher to marry him and*Miss Gattle. Mallory tells Lathrop of his predicament and arranges to borrow the preacher. Kitty Lewellyn, former sweetheart of Mallory’s, appears and arouses Marjorie’s Jealousy. Preacher boards train. After marrying Lathrop and Miss Gattle the preacher escapes Mallory by leaping from moving train. Mallory’s dejection moves Marjorie to reconciliation.

CHAPTER XXXlll.—Continued. About the same time, man who was still her husband according to the law, rolled out of berth number two. There was an amazing clarity to his vision. He lurched as he made his way to the men’s room, but it was plainly the train’s swerve and not an inner lurch -that twisted the forthright of his progress. He squeezed into the men’s. room like a whole crowd at once, and sang out, “Good morning, all!” with a wonderful heartiness. Then he paused over a wash basin, rubbed his hands gleefully and proclaimed, like another Chantecler advertising's new day: “Well —I’m sober again!” vThree cheers for you,” said his rival in radiance, bridegroom Lathrop. "How does it feel?” demanded Ashton, smiling so broadly that he encountered the lather on his brush. While he sputtered Wellington was flipping water over his hot head and incidentally over. Ashton. “I feel,” he chortled, “I feel like the first little robin redbreast of the merry springtime. Tweet! Tweet!” When the excitement over his redemption had somewhat calmed, Ashton reopened the old topic of conversation : “Well, I see they had another scrap last night.” ‘They—who?” said Ira, through his flying toothbrush. 'The Mallorys. Once more he occupied number three and she number seven.” “Well, well, I can’t understand these modern marriages.” said Little Jimmie, with a side glance at Ira. Ira suddenly remembered the plight of the Mallorys and was tempted to defend them, but he saw the young lieutenant himself just entering the washroom. This was more than Wellington saw, for he went on talking from behind a towel: “Well, if I were a bridegroom and had a bride like that, it would take more than a quarrel to send me to another berth." The others made gestures which he could not see. His enlightenment came when Mallory snapped the towel from his hands and glared into hlt> face with all the righteous wrath of a man bearing his domestic affairs publicly discussed. , “Were you alluding to me, , Mr. Wellington?" he demanded, hotly. Little Jimmie almost perished with apoplexy: “You, you?” he mumbled. "Why, of .eeerse not. You’re not the only bridegroom on the train.” Mallory tossed him the towel again: "You meant Mr. Lathrop then?” “Me! Not much!" roared the indignant Mallory returned to Wellington with a fleroer: "Whom, then?” He was in a dangerous mood, and Ashton came to the recue: “Oh,' don’t mind Wellington. He’s not sober yet.” * This Inspired suggestion came like a life-buoy to the -hard-pressed Wellington. lie seizod.it and spoke thick-

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ly: •Don’t mind me —l’m not shober yet.” ‘"Well, it’s a good thing was Mallory’s final growl as he began his own toilet, f The porter’s bell began to ring furiously, with a touch they had already come to recognize as the ■Englishman’s. The porter had learned to recognize It. too, and he always took double the necessary time to answer It. He was sauntering down the aisle at his most leisurely gait when Wedgewood’s rumpled mane shot out from the curtains like a lion’s from a jungle, and he bellowed: "Pawtah! Pawtah!” 1 “Still on the train,” said the porter. “You may give me my “portmanteau/’ “Yassah.” He dragged It from the upper berth, and set It inside Wedgewood’s berth without special care as to Its destination. “Does you desire anything else, sir?” “Yes, your absence,” said Wedgewood. “The same to you and many of them,” the porter muttered to himself, and added to Marjorie, who was just starting down the aisle: “I*ll suttainly be interested in that man glttln’ where he’s goin’ to git to.” Noting that she carried Snoozleums, he said: “We’re cornin’ into a station right soon.” Witrfout further discussion she handed him the dog, and he hobbled away. When she reached the women’s door, she found Mrs. Wellington waiting with increasing exasperation: “Come, join the line at the box office,” she said. “Good morning. Who’s in there?” said Marjorie, and Mrs. Wellington, not noting that Mrs. Whitcomb had come out of bes berth and fallen into line, answered "sharply: “I don’t know. She’s been there forever. I’m sure It’s that cat of a Mrs. Whitcomb.” “Good morning, Mrs. Mallory," snapped Mrs. Whitcomb. Mrs. Wellington was rather proud that the random shot landed, but Marjorie felt uneasy between the two “Good morning, Mrs. Whitcomb,” she said. There was a disagreeable silence,’ broken finally by Mrs. Wellington’s: “Oh, Mrs. Mallory, would you be angelic enough to hook my gown?” “Of course I will,” said Marjorie. “May 1 hook you?” said Mrs. Whitcomb.

“You’re awfully kind,” said Marjorie, presenting her shoulders to Mrs. Whitcomb, who asked with malicious sweetness: “Why didn’t your husband do thfs for you this morning?” "I —I don’t remember,” Marjorie stammered, and Mrs. Wellington tossed over-shoulder an apothegm: “He’s no husband till he’s hook-bro-ken.” . Just then Mrs. Fosdick came out of her stateroom. Seeing Mrs. Whitcomb’s waist agape, she went at it with a brief, “Good morning, everybody. Permit me.” Mrs. Wellington twisted her head to say “Good morning” and to ask, “Are you hooked, Mrs. Fosdick?” “Not yet,” pouted Mrs. Fosdick. “Turn round and back up,” said Mrs. Wellington. After some maneuvering, the women formed a complete circle, .and fingers plied hooks and eyes in a veritable Ladies’ Mutual. Aid Society. By now, Wedgewood was ready to appear in a bathrobe about as gaudy as the royal standard of Great Britain. He stalked down the aisle, and answered the male chorus’s cheery “Good morning” with a ramlike “Baw.” Ira Lathrop felt amiable even toward the foreigner, and he observed: “Glorious morning this morning.” “I dare say,” growled Wedgewood. “I don’t go in much for mawnings—especially when I have no tub." Wellington felt called upon to squelch him: Englishmen never had a real tub tj|l we Americans sold ’em to you.” T "I dare say,” said Wedgewood indifferently. “You sell ’em. We use ’em. But, do you know, I’ve just thought out a ripping idea. I shall have my cold bath this mawnlng after all.” “What are you going to do?” growiejj? fcathrop. “Crawl in the icewater tank?”

“Oh, dear, no. I shouldn’t be let,” and he. produced from his pocket a rubber hose. “I simply affix this little tube to one end of the spigot and wave the sprinklah hyah over my—er —my person.” Lathrop stared at him pityingly, and demanded: “What happens to the water, then?” “What do 1 care?” said Wedgewood. “You durned fool, you’d flood the car.” Wedgewood’s high hopes withered. “I hadn't thought of that,” be sighed. “I suppose I must continue just as 1 am till 1 I reach San Francisco. The first thing I shall order tonight will be tour cold tubs and a lemon squash.” While the men continued to make themselves presentable in a huddle, the hook-and-eye society at the other end of the car finished with the four waists, and Mrs. Fosdick hurried away to kep her tryst in the diningcar. The three remaining relapsed into dreary attitudes. Mrs. Wellington shook the knob of the forbidding door, and turned to complain: “What In heaven’s name ails the creature in there. She must have fallen out of the Window.” "ft’s outrageous,” paid Marjorie, “the way women violate women'* rights.” Mrs. Whitcomb saw an opportunity to insert a stiletto. She observed to Marjorie, with an innocent air: "Why, Mrs. Mallory, I’ve even knows

women to lock themelves In there and smoke!” While Mrs. Wellington was rummaging her brain for a titling retort, the door opened, and out stepped Miss Gattle, as was.' j She blushed furioiisly at sight of the committee waiting to greet her, but they repented their criticisms and tried to make up for them by the excessive warmth with which they all exclaimed at once: “Good morning, Mrs. Lathrop!” “Good morning, who?” said Anne, then blushed yet redder: “Oh, I can’t seem to get used to that name! 1 hope I haven’t kept you waiting?” “Oh, not at all!” the women insisted, and Anne fled to number six, remembered that this was no longer her home, and moved on to number one. Here the porter was just finishing his restoring tasks, and laying aside with some diffidence two garments which Anne hastily stuffed into her own valise. * >■ Meanwhile Marjorie was pushing Mrs. Wellington ahead: “You go in first, Mrs. Wellington." “You go first. I have no husband waiting for me,” said Mrs. Wellington. “Oh, I insist,” said Marjorie. “I couldn’t think of it,” persisted Mrs. Wellington. “I won't allow you.” And then Mrs. Whitcomb pushed them both aside: “Pardon me, won’t you? I’m getting off at Keno.” “So am I,” gasped Mrs. Wellington, rushing forward, only to be faced by the slam of the door and the click of the key. She whirled back to demand *of Marjorie: Did you ever hear of such impudence?” “I never did.” , , “I’ll never be ready for Reno,” Mrs. Wellington wailed, “and I haven’t had my breakfast.” “You’d better order it in advance," said Marjorie. “It takes that chef an hour to boil an egg three minutes.” “I will, if I can ever get my face washed,” sighed Mr&Wellington. And now Mrs. Lathrop, after much hesitation, caWed timidly, "Por-ter-porter—please! ” „ “Yes —miss—missus!” he amended. “Will you call my—” she gulped—“my husband?” “Yes, jna’am,” the porter chuckled, and putting his grinning head in at the men’s door, he bowed to Ira and said: “Excuse me, but you are sent for by the lady in number one.” Ashton slapped him on the back and roared: “Oh, you married man!” “Well,” said Ira, In self-defense, “1 don’t hear anybody sending for you.” Wedgewood grinned at Ashton. ”1 rather fancy he had you theah, old top, eh, what?” Ira appeared at number one, and bending over his treasure-trove, spoke in h voice that was pure saccharine: “Are you ready for breakfast, dear?” “Yes, Ira/’ “Come along to the dining-car/’ “It’s cosier here,” she said. “Couldn’t we have it served here?” ’• "But it’ll get all cold, and I’m hungry,” pouted the old bachelor, to whom breakfast was a sacred lnstltutiOßr — “All right, Ira,” said Anne, glad to be meek; "come along,” and she rose. Ira hesitated. “Still, if you’d rather, we’ll eat here.” He sat down. “Oh, not at all,” said Anne; “we’ll go where you want to go.” ’ .“But I want to do what you want to do.” “So do I —we’ll go,” said Anne. “We’ll stay.” “No, I Insist on the dining-car/ “Oh, all right, have your own way,” said Ira, as if he were being bullied, and liked it. Anne smiled at the contrariness of men, and Ira smiled at the contrariness of women, and when they reached the vestibule they kissed each other in mutual forgiveness. As Wedgewood stropped an old-fash-ioned razor, ho said to Ashton, who was putting up his safety equipment: "I say, old party, are those safety razors safe? Can’t you really cut yourself?” “Cut everything but hair,” said Ashton, pointing to his wounded chin. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

inn of the Mild Henry.

The inn “of the mild Henry (zurn sanften Heinrich) in a little town of Posen has evidently changed hands during its career, for there is at least an intimation, in an advertisement recently inserted in a Posen newspaper by Hermann Dunkelberg, the present owner, that he may not be especially mild. The advertisement reads: “It has come to my notice that I am accused of having denounced colleagues because they suffered Tannebaum” (a forbidden game) “to be played In their places. As I have no desire to waste my time in court, I hereby promise three marks to anybody who believed this report out of lack of brains, five marks to anybody who spread It because of malice and ten marks to the originator of it, which he can get on personal application to me. Will pay fair price for a good, usable bullwhip. Herman Dunkelberg, Inn of the Mild Henrjj.”

Hoe Came First.

The hoe seems too have been the first aid to the husbandman's labors after the bands and sharpened sticks became insufficient; and in Egypt was made of wood, as elsewhere shown. The plow was preceded by a larger hoe, dragged and operated by two or more men or women. The plow in many countries (a sharpened beam), was at an early date and strengthened by strips of iron', the share only being of steel or iron. Single and double wheels are by no means modern additions to this ancient and characteristic labor-saving implement. —“The Farmer ifi Ancient Times,” Charles Winslow HaJVjw'Nn tfcmal Magazine.

WILD LAND FARMS

What- Bohemians Accomplished by Co-Operative Work. . -i Families From New Jersey hirid Ohio Make Homes in Tennessee Wilderness—Are Not Only Making a Living but Show Profit. i ■■ Nasljville, Tenn. —In the spring of 1911 the Tennessee Central railroad located a colony of Bohemians on the Cumberland plateau at Mayland, under the name of the Bohemian CoOperative Farming company. They purchased 5,300 acres In the woods without clearing, houses or fences. Immediately from New Jersey and Ohio Bohemian families came to the plateau and the work of transforming the wilderness into productive fields, gardens and orchards began. The story of this wonderful development is told by Rutledge Smith. Industrial agent of the Tennessee Central railroad, as follows: “The land was subdivided Into fifty acre tracts, one tract to the family, so that the entire purchase would care for 100 families. Mr. Leonard Schwartz of New Jersey, an educated, cultured and trained farmer of large experience, was made manager of the colony,-and the work of development has been under his Immediate supervision. As the colony is co-operative In every respect, all the work is done by the Bohemians, no outside help being employed. “The first work that was done after the property was subdivided was to build a few comfortable cottages to care for the pioneers. This done, they elaborated a careful program of procedure which would automatically expand with the increasing population. “I went up last week to see the fruits of their labors. I found nearly 100 light haired and bronzed faced sons and daughters of Bohemia, intelligent, happy and content. Satisfaction reigned supreme with them, and they expressed themselves as having reached a clime as near perfection to their ideals of life as it was possible to find. It made me feel good to receive the sincere gratitude of these sturdy people for bringing them to the plateau of Tennessee. “Mr. Schwartz showed me over the lands. Where formerly the timbered jungle stood were modern, imposing barns overflowing with feed. The fields of timothy had cut nearly two tons per acre, and these had been turned and planted in turnips and cabbage for cow feed, and It looked as though they would produce enough to feed the mountain. “Then there were patches of buckwheat, rye and the vegetable gardens, all luxuriant and profitable. Vegetables have been canned for winter use and to sell. “Not only have these thrifty Bons of Bohemia supported themselves while making their homes, but are now

CLUES TO CRIMES

Trifles Have Served to Convict Perpetrators of Murders. \ Slough Slayer In England Trapped by Brown Paper —Doctor Crippen Might Have Escaped Except for His Bloody Pajamas. London.—The recent death of Sir Alfred Wills, for many years a high court judge, recalls his association ■with one of the best known and quite the most enthralling of legal textbooks: “Wills on Circumstantial Evidence.” ■ % Since the previous edition many notable cases have occurred to enrich the “romance of the forum,” among which may be mentioned the Newcastle murder, the Slough murder, Crlppen’s case and some more recent, though the case of Oscar Slater recently rediscussed —has escaped the attention of the late judge. The veriest trifle sufficed to put the noose around the neck of Broome, the Slough murderer. On being arrested on suspicion, he sought to discount It by telling the police that they would find SIOO in gold in his room, which he solemnly declared he had brought away from his father’s house. The money was found, but the trouble was to connect It with Mrs. Wilson,* murdered some time before at Slough. However, a smart officer had noted just an drdinary piece of brown paper in the victim’s sitting room. This he carefully preserved, and on closely examining it it was discovered that “It had marks exactly such as would have been made by sovereigns made upllnto a rouleau. In which they lay right angles to paper, but somewhat sloping. No other coins would occupy the same space.” There were also marks of two small milled-edged coins—sixpence or half sovereigns— and minute yellow specks, such was found by experiment gold coin would leave after friction with brown paper. The sum found in the prisoner’s possession being nineteen sovereigns and two halves, the chain of evidence was thns completed against him through the agency'of a small piece of brown paper. A view of a northern castle In a third class'compartment enabled an artist witness to identify the carriage in which Dickman. the Newcastle train murderer, and Nisbet, hid victim, embarked on their fatal journey. The accident that Dickman

MONKS GUARDING THE FRONTIER

THE patriotism of the Greeks in their war against the Turks has been demonstrated even among the monks who live in the remarkable monasteries perched on the crags. They armed themselves and have been active in guarding the passes on the frontier.

reaping a distinct profit. They all have money, pay for what they buy, are good citizens and a blessing to Tennessee. “Every day is workday fqr them. It Is never too hot or cold; they keep everlastingly at It. They work with intelligence, with a definite idea in view and accomplish what they start out to do. They do not practice the habit of our farmers in going to bed at dark and rising before day. After supper they read and lay out the work for the morrow, discuss together the best means for advancement, spend an occasional evening In social enjoyment, and at a reasonable hour in the morning are in the fields and there they remain until dark. Success can only crown the efforts of such intelligent labor. —«—•

fumbled in his left trousers pocket to find his excess fare at Morpeth enabled the prosecution to connect the man so observed fumbling by the ticket Inspector with the owner of a certain pair of “inexpressibles” stained with blood on the lining of the left pocket. It is still fresh In the public mind how the moßt convincing evidence against Crippen was supplied by those fatal pajamas, the jacket of which was found with the body of Belle Elmore and was proved to belong to a suit of which the trousers were among Crippen’B effects, sold by a Holloway firm pn January 5, 1909, thus fixing the date of the interment 'as long subsequent to Crippen’s arrival as tenant of the houso, and negativing the suggestion that some previous occupier might have done the deed of darkness and concealed the traces in the cellar at Hilldrop Crescent. An insignificant laundry mark, "599,” showed the body found oh Yarmouth beach in 1900 to be that of a young woman who had lived at Bexley

CRUSADE ON BIRDS’ BEHALF

Radical Measure to Be Introduced in the English Parliament —Protection of Feathered Tribe. London.—A new crusade against the killing of birds in order to supply feathers for millinery !b in progress here, and.a bill Is soon to be introduced in parliament which, if it becomes law, will prevent many of the cruelest of the practices which result from the demand for feathers. Lady Brooke, Ranee of Sarawak, presided at a lecture In support of the plumage bill for the protection of wild birds, at the Whitehall rooms. She said she thought that women had a tremendous part to play in advising the making of laws against the wearing of feathers. It was entirely women’s part to do this, because It was for women that the birds were killed, and women wore the feathers. James Buckland lectured on “The Value of Wild Bird Life to the Empire.” He said that the feathers uped In. millinery were the “wedding garments of the birds." To be of any value In millinery the feathers must be taken before the birds attempted to rear their young. The prohibition to export plumage from India and Australia had been rendered abortive by the illicit trade in feathers, and Great Britain was the receiver of the

“In the field the Bohemian rides, no walking between the plow handles for him. There Is no dragging the plows around at the head of the land, but the horses keep on moving. (Everything that a horse or machine can do the Bohemian makes them do. “They are now turning their attention to horticulture and orchards are being laid out on a scientific scale and thoroughly prepared. Also dairying is coming in for its proper share. “Just as rapidly aB they can build cottages, without taking the proper time from the fields, families from New Jersey are ready to fill them, and it will not be long until their full hundred families are enjoying the peace and plenty of those who by intelligent effort are transforming the plateau to to the south’s garden spot”

Heath, and a cheap beach photograph served to Identify a necklace found In Bennett’s possession with one worn by the dead wife, whom he had throttled with a bootlace. A dentist’s recognition of false teeth and fillings In the almost calcined skull, which had once held the fine brain Qf Doctor Parkman, led to the conviction of his colleague, Professor Webster, whose great knowledge of chemistry had enabled him otherwise totally to destroy his victim. A dentist also helped to hang Mannings in like manner.

RIDES 100 YARDS ON ENGINE

Driver of a Louisville Autobus Has a Remarkable Escape From Death. Louisvile, Ky.—William Lackey, driver of an autobus, had a remarkable escape here when he fell on the pilot of a freight engine which had struck his autobus and knocked him several feet Into the air. The engine ran more than a hundred yards with the man on the pilot before the engineer was able to bring It to a halt Lackey was not seriously injured. The autobus was demolished.

stolen goods. If the truth could be told about the Calcutta custom house In relation to certain persons in London the public conscience would be shocked by the extent of the smuggling of feathers. With the passing of the pHimage bill this trad* would be stopped at once. George Greenwood, M.* P., proposed and Captain Tallby seconded a resolution strongly appealinlg to the' government to grant facilities for placfng the plumage bill on the statute book. The resolution was carried.

CROW SEIZED A GOLF BALL

North Berwick Woman Player Reporta an Inquisitive Bird With Sporting Tastes. London. —A golf story which la received with a certain amount of skepticism comes from North Berwick. It Is that Mrs. Barrett, an American resident there, while playing on the course, had her game interfered with by a persistently Inquisitive crow. She had Just made a tee shot when the crow took the ball? and, after flying with it for some distance, dropped it. Mrs. Barrett made two other shots, but the crow twice returned and lifted the ball after she had played It.