Evening Republican, Volume 16, Number 310, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 December 1912 — Page 2

AT THE YEAR'S END.

4\HAT fixed the time for ankl the ending of one year ly / and the beginning of anill/ other? More light. In LMarVlf the countries where wlnter is cold and dark and ) grim the severest weatbdlMk er comes after the old vear goes. It was in less biung air. but in increasing light, that the proofs as found of the turn o’ the year.” . . . . The dead is often buried to the dirge of winter’s most bitter winds. The frost is going deeper, when t e season is normal. Nature’s sleep is most profound. There is only one sign that the sun has turned and is coming back. That evidence is a little more daylight, a little less darkness of night. makes But more light is enough. I the change a time of Joy, of new and more confident turning 0 future. There Ib the promise of spring In the added of the day and the promise of growing good an treating evil in the coming “u means that mankind has another chance for better things. It gives hope of a new foothold and endeavor to a fresh start. The world is lnvlt ® d turn its back on the mistakes an _ and troubles of the past and the ever-wonderful possibilities o unknown time to come. There is the charm and Joy of New Year's. In that revival of droop ng confidence, in that lure of the lies the appeal of the day whic ways greeted with enthusiasm, no matter how many generations have seen the hopes of the year’s birth wither before its death. After many failures success may come. Who knows. That is the magic question— vino knows?” The world gains from year to year in a thousand little things, and sometimes a great evil long endured goes crashing down. Who can say what the limit of triumph may be In the better times to come? For the world, like every young year, is getting more light It has more of the sunshine of truth, more of the life-giving rays of knowledge. If they seem cbld and sterile, at times, it is because humanity’s year is still young. “We are ancients of the earth, and in the morning of the times.” , . This increasing light of knowledge, this brighter beacon to guide the stepß of mankind, must flower and fruit in richer gains than humanity has yet won. It is an accumulating force, like the warmth which the sun gives the earth in spring The thinkers and dreamers of the world know that this is so. They are inspired by the consciousness that with growing knowledge there must come Increased power and higher wisdom to direct and control it for the help and uplifting of mankind. Tfce faith sees the life and growth, the color and warmth of spring, in the lengthening days of winter. They perceive that the world of men and women, and of the children, too, though still far from the full tide of its summer, Is Well into the long new year of the human family. They are as certain of the spring for all mankind as they are that January will pass and May will come. It is a mistake to reflect too much upon the past. It has its lessons, but the learning of them should not so absorb our attention as to preclude us from incorporating them into our daily life, transmuting the memory and experience into the gold of useful practicability and ready work that yields results. Introspection was getting so insistently a habit of the New Year that we are beginning to forget it was but a means to an end —the reflective porch to the large and spacious chamber of lofty resolve and accomplishment. We fancy sometimes that a faint suggestion of maudlin sentiment crept into the self-analy-sis, converting what should have proved a stepping stone to higher planes of activity into a more purgatory of self-abnegation ending in a cul-de-sac. We want to make our reflection an avenue that leads through paths of earnest thought to the high tablelands of glorious endeavor and achievement. The soul itself must be utilitarian and not waste itself in unprofitable penance. What has the year accomplished for womanhood? ‘•There has unquestionably been a remarkable renaissance of the feminine. Woman has broadened her outlook, established her claim to wider recognition of her talents, Impressed public life with her power for good, and raised her physical and mental scale of the sex. Thank God, among the general advancement there is one that is inspiringly reactionary—a reversion to the old veneration for the sanctity of motherhood —the holiest and divinest calling of all, a calling involving great sacrifice, great sorrows, but bringing Jwith it, on the other hand, untold compensating Joys. In the medical profession woman has done well, while in the humbler

MERCY OF THE COURTS

The justice of the peace was in the south and a marked state of Ignorance. He was approached by a man desiring a divorce, and be did not know what to do. Calling a friend to his side, he whispered: "What’s the law on this p’int?” "You can’t do it,’’ was the reply. ‘lt’s out of your Jurisdiction.” The husband, observing the consultation, and feeling fceenly his desire

ranks of nursing our efficient hospitals tell their own eloquent tale of the labor done by those who “watch the stars out by the bed of pain.” For the large masses of the girlhood and womanhood the arena of commercial life has widened its doors, and evidence is seen on all hands of the efficiency of the new female recruits to the business ranks. Their presence in this great army of strenuous endeavor will tend to purify and strengthen it, and make it worthier than it has ever been before. The prizes are many, but those who do not gain them must not be disheartened. The very striving after tjj|fcm stiffens the fiber. “The athlete matured for the Olympian game gains strength at least for life.” While I have dwelt in this short review of woman’s progress on the more expert phases of her career, it must be pointed out that ability is not the be-all and the end-all of woman’s existence. It is the great lever that moves things, but another quality is required for the settling down. K Greater than all her accomplishments is her capacity for shedding around her wherever she goes the fragrance of a sweet and beautiful life, and smoothing out the raveled sleeve of care. It is in the belief that Bhe is fully capable of this mission that one looks forward in confidence to the immediate future —a future in which the pulse of vibrant life will throb sympathetically and intellectually to the ultimate benefit of the whole of the community.

Thoughts for New Year

"Resolve and resolve and still go on the same?” Nay! Nay! not so; but rather resolve and with a steadfast purpose without equivocation or men* tal reservation, harness the firm resolution, the will of your intent to the wagon of your purpose loaded with the dutiful obligations of your everyday life. Obligations to home, to business relations, to the proper demand of your church and social environment, to civic and patriotic responsibilities. Duties never clash; something is paramount, something worth while. Do that! Be true to thyself, to that conception of that self which raises within you a real sense of self-respect; that self which you admire, to which you aspire; that manhood to which you would attain and toward which energies of mind and will bend, never loosing the call of the vision. Before all men honorable —a high sense of honor is a well spring of conscious joy and a reservoir of power to the possessor. The looking-glass of yourself often may discourage you, but it is the consciousness of what you ought to be, and the desire to attain, laying aside every weight or hindrance and running with patience the race you have set before you. Never stop the cry of your soul, your real self, to the call of the unreached goal. The poets with their wide and deep discernment ofttimes sing truly of the soul cry and its evolution into an abundant life. Lowell: Of all the myriad words of mind That through the soul come thronging Which one was e’er so dear, so kind So beautiful as longing? The thing we long for that we are For one transcendent moment Before the present poor and bare Can make Its sneering comment. Tennyson: O for a man to rise In me That the man that I am May cease to be. Holmes: Build thee more stately mansions O my soul \ As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple nobler than the last Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast Till thou at length art free. Leaving thine outgrown shell by life’s unresting sea. With every business item and relation be honest, and fundamentally, by

to escape from his matrimonial woe, explained: "I’m willin’ to pay well; goithe money right here in this sock.” At this the Justice assumed his gravest judicial air. Obviously he was deeply pained. Never before in all his life had he been so bowed down by grief. “You knew before you came here,” he said sadly, “that It wasn’t for me

word of m?uth, truthful. "Ah what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive.” A lie seldom travels alone. It weaves a web, in the meshes thereof Booner or later we are humiliated. The truth alone is courageous, and courage is a manly virtue. A lying tongue is the curse of a habit grafted on a cowardly nature. An individual is not honest with himself or honorable in his dealings with his fellow because he is not willing to face the unvarnished fact or bear the brunt and burden which Justly is his; a responsibility only made irksome by his cowardly lie whereby he would shift the burden and stand behind the veneer of an assumption or false position. Fear not, the man within you will work out if you will it so; undißcouraged, undismayed, pressing on, you become conscious that, having done your part, it is due to arrive. Be not discouraged, fellow wayfarer. Yield to that man within you, whose insatiable longing is the Inspiration that shall bring the nobler self to being; the self that now chafes at limitations; that opens the windows through which you see the visions of your undying hope, though distant yet existent, and yours to obtain if you will but bold your straight-way course.

Laugh at Your Burden.

Most of us are bending under the burden of some great load. It may be care, it may be disappointment, it may be injustice, it may be physical pain or spiritual discouragement, but it is heavy. Often it seems heavier than we can bear and we cry out and protest. These burdens are very real, but really they are not half as big and heavy as we make them, declares a writer in the Universallst Leader. We have had them upon our shoulders, entirely out of our sight, so long that they have been magnified by imagination or weariness or impatience, until they seem unbearable. Now, then, whatever your burden may be, however long you have been carrying it, and however proud you may have become of your self-imposed martydom just take your burden down and look at it honestly, and you will be surprised how it has dwindled away while you have been magnifying it in your mind. Look at it frankly and fearlessly and in nine cases out of ten will your tears be turned to laughter and your sighing into song.

Most Famous City In History.

The one spot which more than any other has controlled the history of Europe lies, strangely enough, not in Europe itself, but in Asia. For the possession of the Bite where Christ “suffered, was buried and rose again,” more blood has been shed than for any other. An immense number of lives were laid down during the Crusades; and for 600 years before the Crusades, and even to the present time, a constant stream of pilgrims has poured into Jerusalem to worship at the spot made sacred by the crucifixion of Christ. From the fourth century after Christ until 50 ( years ago this site was generally conceded to be within, the Church of the Holy Sepulcher. Now two sites dispute the claim of being the actual Golgotha. This latter claimant is known as “Gordon’s Calvary,” though to an American, Dr. Harlan P. Beach, of Yale university, is due the actual discovery of it. General Gordon, the hero of Khartoum, having first secured for it general recognition.— Christian Herald.

Too Strenuous Plan of Teaching.

“Once upon a time, many years ago,” says the Western School Journal, “this editor visited a school in which the teacher in the grammar class tried to illustrate every verb by appropriate actions. Thus the verb run was pictured In a scamper around the schoolroom; the verb strike took form on a boy’s back. ‘But,’ remarked the visitor, ‘what are you going to do with the verb lie (to tell an untruth)? You surely wouldn’t ask the children to lie, and when the verb howl is in the lesson would you bid them howl?’ She had never thought of that, but the absurdity of her method seemed visible to her. We hope so.”

to separate husband and wife, and yet you not only take up the valuable time of this court by talking, but you actually propose to bribe me with money. Now, how much have you got in that sock?” “AlJout six dollars and a half, your honor.” “Is that so? Then I fine you five dollars for bribery and a dollar and a half for taking up my time with a case out of my jurisdiction; and may the lord have mercy* on your soulj”— The Populal- Magazine.

HANDLED BY ONE MAN

LINE THAT 18 UNIQUE IN HISTORY OF RAILROADS. New Jersey Has the Honor of the Possession of This Really Remarkable Route —Runs for Years Without Accident. “Every one has heard of a ‘onehorse railroad,’ said the engine sales-

chanic, road repairer and baggage master. He runs the one train, engine, passenger coach and flat car for baggage, all the rolling stock this railroad possesses, single handed. If anything is wrong with engine, cars or roadbed he drops- his other duties and turns himself into an emergency gang. A great and versatile man is ‘ken’ Hauck, and he has made his railroad the most accommodating in the country. i“It is not as fast a line as some, I will acknowledge, but then it will stop for any one regardless of stations, and ‘Hen’ has been known to halt his engine and go up to the nearest farmhouse to arrange for a horse and buggy to carry a stranger up ip the mountains. There’s a sort of schedule, of course. ‘Hen’ plans to make two round trips a day, but when it comes to a question of pleasing passengers he lets his time table slide and lays himself out to be obliging. “Nobody would ever imagine there was a railroad like this, a few miles over the mountains from Newark. But ‘Hen’ is a real character. His railroad’s the Rockaway Valley railroad. It runs from Chester, through Mendham, over a little more than thirty miles of wild, beautiful country, a good deal of it away back from civilization and along a historic route. They do say, Washington marched through there. The little railroad comes to an end in the woods miles from anywhere, a mile even from the nearest house. “This terminus is five miles from Morristown, and if any of you are really Interested you can take a stage from Morristown over there. That stage, let me tell you, is one of the picturesque things of New Jersey. No one can tell how old it is. It looks as if it had been used in the days before any railroads at all. “I can’t say for certain, but I was told by one old man up in the Rockaway Valley that this ‘one-man railroad’ never has had but one accident. That was not at all a serious one. It’s the custom of ‘Hen’ to start the engine, get her running nicely, and then come back in the passenger coach to collect the tickets. That might sound dangerous, but it Jsn’t, for there are no switches and 'no grade-crossings on this railroad, and nothing can happen. This isn’t a seventy-mile-an-hour train, you know. And When ‘Hen’ leaves the engine to take care of itself on his ticket collecting trips it’s Just ambling along easy. “Something did happen once, though. They tell me a cow stopped to nibble on the track too long—for grass grows close to this roadbed; it’s not a model track—and the engine Jolted her. As I heard it, the cow wasn’t hurt at all, and had to be driven away by ‘Hen.’ Then ‘Hen’ turned his attention to the casualties. They were very light. All that had happened was the Jouncing ofT of a gocart that had been bought by a widow living in the woods near the end of the line from a mail-order house In Philadelphia. It hadn’t proved satisfactory, and she was sending it back. “The go-cart, at that, wasn’t injured. It simply jounced off from the flat baggage car where ‘Hen’ stacks all the freight and express packages. ■Hen’ remarked afterward that he \*as,to blame; ‘he’d orter ha’ wedged it better.’ “As ‘Hen’ puts it, any point on the Rockaway Valley railroad where any one wants to get on or off is a ‘station.”’—New Jork Press.

Offers Electrical Course.

It was announced in eastern railway circles that a leading company has arranged to give any employe in the service a course hi electrical engineering free of charge. Electrical engines are meeting with so much success on the eastern lines of the Pennsylvania railroad that the Pensylvania lines west will shortly be made ready for a gradual change from steam to electrical power for the passenger traffic.

Odd Reasons for Stopping Trains.

The case of the man fined for pulling the communication cord of an express recalls some curious Instances of the kind. Among these are that of the school girl who stopped the Scottish Express for a cup of tea, the man who made a train halt in order to recover his false teeth and the amateur photographer who had dropped a printing frame out of the carriage window.—London Globe.

man at the Machinery Club. “That is a descriptive, term, of course. But do any of you know of a one-man railroad, using those words in their literal sense? There 1b one, and it’s up among the hills of New Jersey a real line handled by one man. “He’s engineer and conductor, ticket agent, train crew, master me-

TOY ROAD PAYS DIVIDENDS

Miniature Engine Has Remained la Bervlce for Forty-Three Years In Wales. The Festiniog railroad is not much larger than one which might have been constructed to amuse the children of a royal household, yet it has taken its place among the most successful lines in Wales. In operation for over seventy years, it is distinctively profitable pays satisfactory dividends. The Festiniog is one of the toy railroads of the world and was the first of its kind ever constructed. It was built in 1839 to facilitate the transportation of slate from the Welsh quarries to Portmadoc. The long inclines then would carry the cars to their destination by gravity, while horses would haul back the empties. In 1863, after twenty-three years of service for the quarries, C. E. Spooner, an engineer, suggested that the steam engine be introduced and the railroad reconstructed to carry passengers and freight. The suggestion was adopted, and in that year its period of business and finance began. The Festiniog railroad is 13% miles long. Its gauge is 23% Inches. From terminus to terminus it ascends or descends the inclines along which the old gravitation equipment once rolled. On the Journey northward the difference in the altitude of the two terminals is 700 feet, which means a constant climb from Portmadoc. In many places a train of the usual number of cars winds around two or three curves within its own length. Its first locomotive was called the Little Wonder, and it has won its title, for after almost forty-three years on the rails it is sMll in efficient service. It was built in 1869. Its height is about that of the average man. Notwithstanding its size it can haul a train of seven passenger cars, ten box cars, a caboose and- a hundred or more empty slate trucks —a string measuring more than 1,200 feet In length and weighing 110 tons. It makes the grades without difficulty, and on the more favorable stretches It can attain a speed of thirty miles an hour. The railroad possesses several features of technical interest, for being a one-track road, It is equipped with passing sidings, spurs and the necessary telegraphic and signal equipment to render the operation of the road perfectly safe. There is little or no danger to passengers, in fact, it is-not known that a collision or derailment has ever occurred. The engineer and fireman face what is practically the only danger on the road —the tunnels. When the tunnels were built little or no clearance was allowed above the tops of the cars, for the possibility of the steam engine and crew was not then conßid: ered. When standing on the deckJlfe heads of the fireman and engineer extend above the entrances of the tunnels, and serious accidents might result if they failed to their heads when running into one of the passageways. Though the passenger cars are small they furnish comfortable accommodation for fifty passengers. In 1911 over 35,000 tourists rode on the Festiniog. Its success has encouraged others, to construct miniature narrow gauge railroads. In North WaldS the North Wales Narrow Gauge railroad is being operated, but the most famous of the world’s toy railroads is the Otavi line In South Africa. It is the longest little railroad in the world, extending 368 miles from Swapkomund, on the coast of German Southwest Africa, to Tsumeb, in the heart of the wilderness. Its gauge is two feet. —Railroad Man’s Magazine. 5

Novel Irish Railroad.

One of the most novel railways In Ireland was not long ago constructed entirely by a Cavan gentleman—Rev. J. E. Preston, of Julianstown Rectory, Drogheda. “The Rectory Railway,” as it is called, runs through the rectory grounds of the Rev. Mr. Preston, who must be congratulated on his unique invention, which is complete in every detail, having numerous curves, with some steep gradients and sidings. The total length is about a quarter of a mile. First, second, and third class are issued free for use on the lino. In his spare moments Rev. Mr. Preston constructed the railway for the amusement of his children, building the engine and rolling-stock, and laying all the lines and cross-lines with his own hands. He has over five tons of light rail laid in his beautiful grounds, and can carry some sixteen children passengers, which is a source of great pleasure to the young folks, and even sometimes to adults. The railway is well put together, strong, and stands the hard knocks to which it is sometimes subjected when a party of young people whom Rev. Mr. Preston entertains delight themselves in the enjoyment of free railway trips.

New Idea In Railroading.

There is in experimental use on a Swedish railroad a car bolding forty passengers run by a combination ol electricity and oil. The electrical equipment is driven by a Deisel engine, consuming crude oil and is said to show as high efficiency as gasoline engines. The railroad line is a short section of twenty-five miles, and a good speed of. forty-five miles an Iffiur is obtained. As usual, the engine drives a dynamo, so as to give current for the car motors. The fuel, consumption is twenty-two pounds of oil, against five tenths to one ton of coal for a steam locomotive, and s small amount of water is used.

the ONLOOKER WILBUR D. NESBIR ADiagnosis

I didn’t know I bad it, till a little while ago— I haven't been sure of it till'within a day or so. I’d felt some symptoms of it, in a dim, uncertain way. Since first I read the ad about the medicine one day. Last week, however, I struck on the most convincing ad And now I know I’ve got it, and I know I’ve got it bad. I At first I thought I saw some floating specks before my eyes. And then I’d feel that lassitude each morning when I’d rise; And so I kept on reading ads about man’s awful ills Until I found I suffered from dumb fever, aches and chills; I noticed that full feeling for an hour succeeding meals— I felt the way a man in gravest illness . always feels. Why, I’ve had all the symptoms; I’ve had buzzing in the head. And sudden loss of temper; can’t remember what I’ve read; My feet will often “go to sleep;” my fingertips get numb — I shouldn’t doubt if I should be both paralyzed and dumb. And, as I say, last week I struck the most convincing Ld— I don’t know what may ail me, but I know I’ve got it bad. I’ve writen to the doctor for that medicine of his— 0* I’m ready to acknowledge that it’s what he says it is. I’ve got my letter written, telling what I have endured; My picture has been taken, and I’m ready tCL be cured. I’ve suffered all the symptoms that the other patients had— I only know I’ve got it, and I know I’va .got it bad.

FROM A LITERARY DICTIONARY.

HEART-INTEREST—A poor but beautiful girl loves a rich and handsome man, or vice versa. They marry. HERO —A man who achieves the Impossible, but neglectß the obviously probable and does not bring the story to an end in chapter 2. HEROINE —An Imaginary woman, who is beautiful at 7 a. m. HISTORICAL NOVEL—A book that is not as misleading as some histories. ILLUSTRATIONS—Pictures drawn by an artist who has forgotten to read your manuscript. JUVENILE STORY—A book in which a boy is gifted with secondsight, clairvoyance, 40 horse power and tremendous acumen. NOVEL Seventy-five thousand words telling that two men love a woman and one of them marries her.

Missing Requirement.

“With all her faults,” sighs the henpecked husband, “I love her still.” Ah, some touch of the olden glamour of love has been wafted in upon his hardening heart! The witchery of affection once again is manifesting Itself. What an inspiration! To hear him declare thus, after all he has endured! But listen —he speaks further: “I love her still, he sighs again. “But the trouble is she never is still.’'

Warning.

"Your son,” says the phrenologist to the anxious parents, “will become a poet some day.” Here the father interrupts with an air of deep concern. “But don’t you think we could cure him right now if we would whack that poetical bump with a sledge or something like that?"

Must Figure It Out.

"As iny merit,” said the young man who was asking the lady’s father for her hand, “you will have to take me at my face value.” \ s “Well,” answered the fond father, “you’ll have to drop in later in the day. The market quotations on brass are not out yet”