Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 9, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 January 1913 — Page 3

A BREAD ROMANCE

Girfs Determination to “Do or Die” Brings Success and a y Husband.

By M. DIBBELL.

“Mary, Mary, wake up—the bread has risen!” “Well, wasn’t that what you wanted It to do?" asked a sleepy voice. Her vigorous sister gave Mary p good shake at this question. “Of course it was, but you know it never erven made a pretence of rising the other times.” . Quite wide awake now Mary smiled as she said, “You are the most intense youngster I ever knew. Hope, you Just go heart and soul into anything you attempt. Have you been watching that bread all night? It is not six o’clock yet.” . • Hope Fardent laughed, “No, this was my first peep at it, but I could not help telling you the good news. Now you can sleep for another hour, but I must go and knead my bread,” and she bustled out of the room with a highly important air which amused her sister. “Bless the child,” she said to herself; “she always wants to make a success of anything she attempts.” Mary made no further effort to sleep, but joined her sister in the kitchen. She found Hope kneading away at her bread, her pretty arms bare, and a generous bib apron protecting her. Her bright face turned for an instant to her sister, but the. kneading went diligently on. “I knew I could get it right if I only saw some one else doing it,” she declared, “and this is coming out exactly as Mrs. Way’s did. It was ever so good of her to show me. lam going to have some hand bills printed right away, and distributed among the. summer people—you know several families are already here, and others will come by June.” Mary gazed at her sister with admiring eyes": “I am sure you Will get more orders than you can fill, if only the summer folks find out that you make good bread,” she answered encouragingly.

The two sisters had been living alone for three years, the passing of their father having left them without near relatives. The comfortable cot tags which they occupied was ’ their own; but there was only a small income, not enough for all their needs. Mary, the older sister, had for the past year been acting as clerk and stenographer in the real estate office of their home village. Hope, who was a born housewife, had attended to the cooking, and general care of the cottage, and had decided that she would show her own ability to earn, by making bread for the summer residents... of Seacove, which though a small place had many cottages occupied during the season. With her usual determination to “do or die” Hope refused to acknowledge herself defeated -by two or three utterly unsuccessful, attempts at bread making. After putting her third effort carefully in the garbage can, for fear that if placed within their reach its lead like qualities might kill their flock of healthy chickens, Hope sat down to ponder the cause of her failures. And then came to her the wise idea of watching an old and experienced bread maker go through the whole process. To think was to act with Hope, She hurried over to their neighbor, Mrs. Way, to flnd out when she would make bread. She,was delighted to be Informed -that that very evening was the time.

And now she watched her own loaves coming up in the pans, light as a feather. Before Mary left for the office those splendid leaves were exhibiting their full beauty on the kitchen table. As Mary kissed her sister good-bye she said, “Now don't break all the dishes before I get back, just because you have eyes for nothing 'but the bread.” After finishing the morning's housework Hope started on her errand to the village printer, and obtained his promise of a hundred hand bills setting forth the size and price of her loaves. Two mornings later one of the trustworthy Seacove urchins was despatched upon bls mission of leaving a hand bill wherever he found an occupied cottage. At the end of a couple of weeks nearly all the cottagers had arrived. From the first sending out of the notices,, Hope received calls from these cottagers, all anxious to secure a supply of genuine home-made bread. By the end of the two weeks her order book was crowded. Among her first patrons were two brothers who were, trying a sort of camping-out life in their cottage that season. Ralph and Donald Stillworth had charge of a large business, during their father's absence, but they had been brought up to act-as his assistants and* everything was reduced to such perfect system that a trip to town once a week was all that was required of them during the summer months. One of the village women came tn each* day to wash dishes and tidy things for the brothers; but outside of her help they bad resolved to do for themselves. The thought of homemade bread appealed to them both and Donald at once called at the Fardent home to place an order for a daily loaf It was not long before Donald StlUworth began to call at the Fardent cottage without even tho pretence of

an excuse, and as the Still worth’s owned a good sized launch,’ the sisters 'were invited to enjoy an evening’s sail. These trips soon became regular and good Mrs. Way acted as chaperon of the little party, Mary and Ralph grew to be great friends. Hope spent a very busy but happy summer, her bread acquired an enviable reputation, and no more failures were her portion. The days sped swiftly and. almost before it seemed possible, the end of August had come. On the last day of the month the. party of five went for one of their outings in the lauhch. The moon was nearthg its full, and the evening was calm and dull with a light fog showing over the water. For some time they headed straight out, none of them realizing that the fog was drifting tn behind them in an unusual manner. Ralph, who acted as steersman, thinking the time had come for a change in their course, looked for the lighthouse which was his guide for this change, and discovered that no light was visible, and that they were rapidly being enveloped on all sides by the descending fog. At once he turned the launch about. “We had better get back to shore before the fog grows any heavier,” he called to the others, and to Mary who sat beside him, he said softly. “I should have paid more attention to my steering and less to our conversation, but —” - In front of them another launch loomed up. The two steersmen dis-, covered each other simultaneously and tried to swerve apart, but they were too close. With a hard crash the two launches collided, then slowly fell away. Donald was sitting on the left side of the launch between Mrs. Way and Hope; he threw an arm around each of them, and though the shock forced them all from their seat, his action kept them from a severe fall, and they sank back on the cushions unhurt. Ralph had thrown one arm around Mary, while holding firmly to the steering gear with his other hand. The bow of the launch was partly knocked away by the collision, but there seemed to be no damage below the water line. The occupants of the other launch called to ask the extent of their injuries. “We jnust head for the short without delay,” sang out Donald, and his advice was followed. They reached the dock more than an hour later. The brothers hastily moored their craft and hurried to escort their companions home. They were all recovering from the shock and when they left Mrs. Way at her door she said, “Well, it might have been worse, and I won’t say that I will never go out in a launch again, as I believed I should —but it will certainly be when there is no danger of fog.” Donald stopped Hope at her gate. “There is something I must say to you," he began. "Hope, I have loved you always, and after the accident tonight I simply must tell you so. When I saw you in danger I knew that you were the dearest thing on earth to me. I want you to love me —and never make bread again for anyone but me,” he ended with youthful selfish; ness.

Hope laughed, “That is not a very romantic ending,” she said, then asked teasingly, "Which do you suppose you really love —the bread, or me?" But Donald had read her answer in the eyes she raised to his, and he entirely ignored her question. On the porch Mary and Ralph had paused, waiting for the two loiterers; and except for a rather quieter wording and action, the scene enacted here was an exact counterpart of the one at the gatp. (Copyright, 1912, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

Widow and the Tombstone.

Judge Parry, in his book of Reminiscences, tells of a widow who wished to draw out money to erect a tombstone to her late husband "I remember one widow who grieved very much that I could not allow her a considerable sum for a ‘stone.* I told her we would discuss It again in about twelve months. When she returned after this period I happened to remember her trouble, and said: "‘I do hope, Mrs. ~X , you have thought over all I said to you last time about the tombstone.* "She looked down on the ground, and I feared we were going to have tears. “ ‘I think there are so man? better ways of showing respect,* I ventured. “‘Yes, sir,’ she began, falterlngly; ‘so do I, sir.’ “ 'l'm very glad,* I said, heartily. “ ‘So am I,’ she said, blushing. ‘You see, I'm going to be married again.* **

Resting Places for Birds.

When birds are flying from one land to another, following the warm weather, they very often cross the water or fly over the sea near the land. They see the lighthouses and when it is dark and windy they often dash themselves against the glass of the light, thinking to find shelter there. A new plan is being tried in some places of preparing a resting place for the birds at the lighthouses. Ladders are being built against the light tower, the bars being close together at the top and wider below, to allow the larger birds to rest on them.

Fashions In the Jungle.

"Why. my dear,” saya Mrs. Giraffe to her caller. “I did not know who it might be. Your card does not give your name.” “O, yes It does, Mrs. Giraffe.” replies the caller proudly. "But It reads ’Miss Potamus.’ ” “True, but have you not read in the fashion on magazines that hipr are still out of the question this season?” —Chicago Evening Post

Food for Five Million a Day

EVERY day London’s five million residents consume’ 430 tons of mutton, 300 tons of beef, 70 tons of bacon and ham, besides great quantities of pork, rabbits and poultsye' On that head alone the daily bill is >200,000. Every twen-ty-four hours fruit to the value of >60,000 passes from the market and store to the home. In the same time London consumes 160 tons of butter, 162 tons of cheese, 1,700 tons of sugar, 912,000 pounds of tea, 14,000 tons of meal, rice and sago, 2,600 tons of wheat, 60 tons of coffee and 114,000 pounds of cocoa. At a time when New York and other great cities are considering the reform of their means of food distribution an outline of how London manages to supply five million hungry mouths will be of more than usual interest. Visitors to London are often surprised to find how small a space in reality is covered by the corporation of the city of London —that portion of the the bricks and mortar ruled by the lord mayor. Roughly speaking “The City” proper is but a square mile, from Temple Bar in Fleet street to Aidgate in the east. Beyond that lies a great expanse of urban area administered by the London county council, whose authority extends- over 115 square miles, while outside that agaiq1s the irregular belt of Greater London, consisting of rapidly-growing suburban areas, extending from 25 to 30 miles into the county and forming the outer dormitory of London's business population.

City Controls Market. The corporation controls the live cattle market at Islington, the foreign cattle market at Deptford, by the Thames side, the great wholesale central meat markets at Smithfield, the retail meat, fish, game and fruit markets at Farringdon street and Leadenhalf, the vegetable market at Spitalflelds and the famous fish market at Billingsgate. Of these the most important is the Central meat market, covering ten acres of historic ground that was formerly part of a vast open space just outside the city walls. Smithfield was the scene in those days of many tournaments and feasts, fairs and archery contests. In 1381 the lord mayor, Sir William Walworth, killed the rebel Wat Tyler there. The time came when a live cattle market in the heart Of London could no longer be tolerated. So the dead meat markets were established at Smithfield, and the present buildings were erected in 1860 at a cost of $10,000,000. All rentings in the market are weekkly, the charge averaging four cehts per square foot for ground floor space—including complete fittings and a supply of water. Besides that, a further charge of a cent for every forty-two pounds of meat, poultry or provisions is made on all that enters the market The- scene here between six and eleven in the morning is impressive in its stir and activity. Compared to the quieter doings of the great fruit and vegetable market of Covent Garden, London’s meat emporium is a throbbing hive—and a cleanly one, too; for the inspection of the market and the meat is very stringent. There are 622 stalls, or shops, of which 400 are wholesale, and over 10,000 men are employed in the markets. Nearly half the imported meat consumed in the whole of the United Kingdom is dealt with at Smithfield. Last year 435,316 tons of meat were thus handled, on which toils were paid to the tune of over 3733,560. Of this the fresh-killed supplies totaled 154,041, including the live stock imported and killed at the Deptford slaughter houses. Really English supplies were only 86,870 tons. Nowadays the cold storage com panics handle most of the supplies, and South America, New Zealand and Australia are the lands of origin of the greater part of IL. Not less than eighty per cant, of the supplies are brought In ’ refrigerated chambers from over sea, and the last official report gives the startling fact that the whole supply of foreign imports, "London’s mainstay as regards meat, depends upon open, unobstructed sea passages ranging up to voyages of six weeks* duration.** The United States up to ten years ago produced forty-one per cent, of these supplied, but "the population and requirements appear to

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have overtaken that country’s surplus meat production, and it may safely be said that the United States of America, in particular for domestic needs, is, within measurable distance of becoming a competitor with ourselves tor the output of South America." It was not further back than 1880 that the first consignment of frozen meat was imported—about thirty tons in all. The London corporation did not grasp the importance of the new development, with the result that they let. private companies step in with cold storage accommodation and today a rich reward is being reaped by these concerns, for there are now over two hundred specially-fitted steamships-en-gaged in the trade, capable of carrying 13,000,000 carcases. To accommodate this huge bulk of frozen meat there are thirty large cold stores within the city area, able to accommodate over three million carcases; but the strike in the early summer demonstrated the need of more, and it is being urged that the corporation should provide them. ’ . Famous Covent Garden. Besides the eentr&l meat markets, the corporation has public slaughter houses and chill rooms at Islington, built at a cost of >300,000, designed to secure the most cleanly and hygienic methods. In these 37,670 cattle, 101,646 sheep, 11,722 calves and 34,981 pigs were slaughtered last year. So much for London’s enormous meat bill. As to fruit and vegetables, the markets are more widespread. Cbvent Garden is, of course, the most famous and most important, and as an early looming spectacle draws every visitor to London, who can rise early enough. But it is by no means the only market. There are others at Spitalfields and Stratford in the East end, the Borough, south of the Thames, and at Kew, on the west. But these are mainly for the jougher supplies—potatoes, cabbages and the like, that are brought in by wagon from farms in Essex, Kent and Middlesex.

Covent Garden was once attached to Westminster abbey and was then known as Convent Garden, but on the dissolution of the monasteries this garden, together with a neighboring field known as Seven Acres, now called Longacre, was given by Edward VI. to Edward, duke of Somerset; and, when that dignitary was condemned in 1562, they were transferred I>y the monarch to John, earl of Bedford, who built a house at the bottom of what is now Southampton street, leading from Covent Garden to the Strand. Ever since that time the Bedford family have held the place, and today the present duke of Bedford draws a huge income from this and the adjacent neighborhood, amounting some say—though no definite figures are available —to close on ten million dollars a year. In the market Itself he not only draws rents from standholders, but exacts a toll on everything sold there; and as he owns all the property round about be' can enforce his rule of having no competing interest within half a mile of the market » Every wagon sent to Covent Garden with produce is charged not less than 26 cents, while the stands on which the growers display their samples are charged 25 cents a day. The regular tenants of stands on the market pay not only 25 cents per square foot of space, but a varying charge on the produce, of which a few samples will suffice: Carrots, 36 cents per score dozen bunches; potatoes, four cents a sack, and garden fruits, 28 cents a bushel. Thus does the duke of Bedford take toll on every dinner plate in London. Canada is regarded as the most trustworthy source of wheat supply, and last year the Dominion sent abroad more wheat than any other country in the world. England took 38 per cent.

"Well, how’s the new nurse? Has she made herself at home?” “Yes; * a trifle too much. She started right in to pick out a name for the baby. We thought ws'd attend to that ourselves."

, “Lovers in a play who quarrel are always reconciled.” “Of course. Don’t you know that on

A Mixer.

Tho Reason.

PROVERBS MOSTLY OLD

MAJORITY HAVE BEEN HANDED DOWN FOR CENTURIES. Same Meaning la Expressed In Vary* Ing Phrases Among Different Na- . tions—-Comments on Luck Are Most Expressive. Many proverbs have come down to us from remote ages, and are common to all nations. It is said that a king of Samos worked his slaves nearly to death in making a vineyard. This provoked one of them to prophesy that his master would never drink the wine. The king, being told of this, when the first grapes were produced took a handful, and, pressing the juice into a cup in the presence of the slave, derided him aa a false prophet “Many things happen between the cup and the lip,” the slave replied. Just then a shout was heard that a wild boar had broken into the vineyard. The king, without tasting, set down the cup, ran to meet it, and was killed in the encounter. Henceforth the words of the slave passed into a proverb. From this Greek original came two French proverbs: “Between the hand and the mouth the soup is often spilt,” and “Wine poured out is not swallowed.” Neither is so near the original as our English, “There’s many a slip ’twixt cup and lip.” v It is curious to trace how similar ideas have taken root in different languages and the various modes of illustrating the same thought. For instance, one or two familiar proverbs in our own language. We say, “A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.” The same idea is eiDressed by Italians when they say, "Better an egg today "than a pullet tomorrow,” and the French proverb is still more significant, “One here-it-ls is better than two youshall-have-its"Better a leveret in the kitchen than a wild boar in the forest,” Is the Livonian saying conveying the same meaning. The proverbs on luck are numerous and expressive in all languages. In English we say, “It is better born lucky than rich.” The Arabs convey the same idea in the apt proverb, “Throw him into the Nile and he will come up with a fish in his mouth,” while the German says, “If he flung a penny on the roof a dollar would conje back to him.” A Spanish proverb says, “God send you luck, my son, and little wit will serve you.” There is a Latin adage, “Fortune favors’ fools," and it is to this Touchstone alludes in his reply to Jacques, “Call me not a fool till heaven hathjent me fortune." The Germans say, “Jack gets on by his stupidity” and "Fortune and women are fond of fools.” There is also a Latin proverb which shows that the converse of this holds good: "Fortune makes a fool of him whom she too much favors." Some unlucky Englishman is responsible for the saying: "If my father had made me a hatter, when would have been born without heads,” but this can scarcely be called original, as an unfortunate Arab, ages ago, declared, “If I were to trade In winding sheets no one would die." “Misfortunes seldom come singly,” has many equivalents in all languages. The Spaniards say, “Welcome, misfortune, if thou comest' alone,” and "Whither goest thou, misfortune? To where there is more?"

Called Halt on Lawyer.

Laura Hamilton tells of a funny courtroom episode which she saw one day while playing In the south some time ago... A young lawyer had been appointed by the court to defend a man charged with larceny. In his argument to the jury he pleaded for the acquittal of his client He told of his innocent boyhood days, of his good character, of his father, mother and brothers. In short, he launched forth Into a family history. The girisoner, an old darky, had listened with growing uneasiness to his counsel’s plea, and as the attorney went on without a'hint of stopping, the negro was driven to desperation. Jumping to his feet he yelled to the court: ‘Ts guilty, yo* honah; I's guilty! De jury can’t do no moh dan send me to jail fo* six months, but if dat fool lawyer doan stop, dey’ll hang me fo’ suah!” -

Identified.

.The two American war correspondents were gazing at the conflict when Klnkletop caught sight of a gallant officer leading a charge. “His face is strangely familiar,” he said. “That Greek lieu tenant, I mean—” “Yes* said Blithers. “He used to run the boot-blacking stand in that barber shop over on Steenth avenue and Umtp-lph street.” And just then the noble • warrior dashed madly past, and. forgetting himself under the excitement of the moment, turned and cried aloud to his advancing troops: "Next! Shine!” And the indomitable phalanx moved steadily up the hill, giving ths enemy the worst pollshlng-off they had had since war was declared. —Harper’s Weekly. S'

Strenuous Oratory.

Caller—What’s all that pounding in the back room? M. P.’S Office Boy—Dunno! I heard the boss say he’d got to frame a speech, and I guess he's doin’ ft.— Stray Stories.

llnefe Herat's Tx * i*J l^nMKkj| i■ * I ■ A * lr ~'' i- -' J||||k t tjSSS lif « Ain’t no use o’ frettln’ ’Bout the weather, friends; Got to take whatever The Creator sends. What If clouds do gather. And the cold wind* blow? Can’t have jlst fair weather All the time, you know. But there’s one thing certain. If your stomach’s right. You can make the darkest Day seem nice ’n’ bright. Git up in the mornin’, Rustle ’round a bit; Show ’em there’s some ginger In your system yit. Sing ’n’ dance ’n’ whistle. Startle all creation— Anything togit Your blood in circulation— Make somebody happy— Lordy, that’s the way Any one can brighten " Up the darkest day!

Breathing It On.

The Bannisters succeeded in finding a new kitchen girl a few days ago, and Mrs. Bannister, after her first morning's experience, came to the joyful conclusion that she had secured a treasure. But her high hopes went down in a chaotic heap on the second night after Norah’s arrival. Mrs. Bannister had occasion to go down to the kitchen for something, and there stood Norah, breathing as hard as she could upon one of Mrs. Bannister’s cut-glass lemonade tumblers. "Why, Norah,” the lady exclaimed, “what in the world are you doing?” “Sure, mum,” the girl replied, “I’m clanks it wid alkyhol, like you toiild me to.” “But why—why are you breathing on it in that way?” Mrs. Bannister asked. “How else could I git the alkyhol on it, mum?" the girt demanded.

Left In Doubt

"Fred," said Mrs. Bellwood, "did you mall that letter I gave you?” "By George!” he exclaimed, "I forgot it!” "Oh, Fred! And I’ve been so happy all day, too, because you kissed me, when you went away this morning, and I thought you’d be sure to remember it” "I guess I must be losing my mind,” he replied, and she lay awake all night, wondering whether that fear had arisen from the fact that he had kissed her, or whether it was due tohis failure to mail the letter.

The Upward Way.

"There is room at the top,” you say To the boy who bears your name; There’s a place there, far away. Which you urge him on to claim. “There is room at the top,” they shout Who are starting in below; They are seeking the short ways out;, They are warring as they go. There is room at the top—but stay! Do you teach with proper care? Shall he boldly take any way If he may but hurry there?

Prepared.

Traveler (In country town)—What'a the matter with the people of this place? Is there some sort of an epidemic ragfn® here? I see that nearly everybody has wads cf cotton stuffed into the ears. Native —No. they ain’t nothin* the matter with us specially. This Is our brass band's regular night f<r practicin’.

All She Asked.

"What," asked the man who had been out all night, “do you want for Christmas? Name the thing that desire most, and if it is within my means you shall have it” “Then,” said his wife, who had ceased to lovw him three weeks after their marriage, “buy me a. railroad, ticket to North Dakota.”