Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 19, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 January 1913 — Page 2

The Daily Republican Every Day Except Sunday HEALEY A CLARK, PublisHere. RENSSELAER. ' INDIANA.

The Women’s Candidate

By BYRON WILLIAMS

Oopyrlcbt 1912, Western Newspaper Union t SYNOPSIS. In a spirit of fun Mayor Bedight, a summer visitor, is chased through the woods by ten laughing girls, one of whom he catches and kisses. The girls form theiriselves into a court and sentence him to dq the bidding of one of their number each day for ten days. A legislative measure opposing woman suffrage, which dropped from the mayor’s pocket, is used to compel him to obey the mandates of the girls. His first day Of Service is with May Andrews, who takes him fishing. They are threatened by the sheriff with arrest. Miss Vining sees what she considers a clandestine meeting between one of the girls and the mayor. The next day he goes driving with Mabel Arney. They meet with an accident, are arrested and locked up, but escape. CHAPTER VI. In the office, smoking one of Mine Host’s best cigars, his dignity outraged, sat the sheriff, waiting. Mayor Bedight walked up the hotel stairs, oblivious to his pending fate. Suddenly a door opened and a head appeared, a blonde head, a piquant head, a head to catch the fancy of an artist. “Shh!” said the owner of the pretty profile. Bedight stopped, looking around cautiously. "Hurry!” commanded the girl, holding open the door of her room. His Honor, the Mayor, hesitated for a moment —and then, throwing conventionality to the winds, bolted through. The girl turned the key in the lock and faced him accusingly. "Well of all the blundering bounders! Do you know the sheriff has been hanging around here all afternoon waiting to arrest you?” The mayor looked brazenly at-the girl. "I expected as much,” he said, carelessly. "What have you been doing now?” she demanded, giving him a severe reprimand from two otherwise kindly hazel eyes. "Oh, chuck the attitude, Bess,” growled the mayor, disgustedly. "That little imp of a Mabel Arney insisted on riding the black saddler. He ran away with her an<f in trying to catch the minx, I collided with a baby carriage and spilled the baby's milk. That’s all. The confounded natives are always ready to arrest a summer resorter, and believing the peace and the dignity of the village had been shattered, they threw us in jail We broke out,” sullenly. “Do you blame us! Before she could reply thebe was a knock on the door. The girl’s face went white. "I—l’m afraid somebody saw you come in here!” she whispered. "Nonsense,” he breathed. “Here —l’ll slip under the bed. Go to the door.” In a twinkling the mayor was safely out of sight. The girl opened the door. "Oh, hello, Jackie,” she cried, in a relieved voice. “Come in." "Bess, we’re in a terrible pickle,” sobbed Miss Vining. "That horrid man took Mabel Arney to Lakeville this morning and got her arrested. The sheriff insists she must be in the hotel and I’ve promised to bring the entire crowd out on the veranda for inspection. Mabel is frightened almost to death. Bess,” dramatically, “we’ve got to dress her so the officer won't know her. Have you a switch

Harrlet Brooks.

of tbat flaxen hair of yours? I’ve got Mae Andrews’ puffs. They'll match yours. We’ll cover Mabel’s black thatch until she looks like an albino. Here she is now," as the rustle of skirts proclaimed a new ai(rtval. [ ■

The mayor lay on his back, facing the mattress. • "Where'i that white princess of yours?” demanded Jackie. "She wore brown ' today. We’ll have to take some tucks in it,” going to the closet and helping herself. “Here, Mabe, get into this, and lively. ' ' ■ ~~ •'•2 “Oh, not here!” protested Bess Winters, snatching the dress from Miss Vining's hands. , The judge looked at Bess blankly. “Why not?” "Be —because!” shrilled Bess. ‘Tm afraid. Slip into your room, that’s a dear, and I’ll bring the switch in at once.” - “Oh, who’s afraid?’’ gurgled Mabel, reaching for the gown. .., “Step into the closet,” Implored Miss Winters. “Somebody might come.’’ .‘’’Bess, you’re an awful coward, 1 - anathematized the judge, sternly. The man under the bed heard the closet door close and waited. "’There didn’t seem to be anything else to do. Presently Miss Arney reappeared. » With hysterical laughter the changing of blackhaired Mabel into a ravishing bloude proceeded rapidly. ‘■'there!’’ exclaimed Miss Vttiing triumphantly, "the sheriff will never know her in the world. Come on.” Mayor Bedight heard the door close. Rolling from under the bed, he locked the door and sat down to await developments.. Half an hour later somebody knocked at the door. The mayor waited. “Walter!” whispered an excited voice. "Open the door. It is I Bess.” “Come in,” replied the mayor, turning the key. “We fooled him!” she cried, radiantly. "He couldn’t find his prisoner. Mine Host told him there were but ten young ladies—and he went away bewildered—but he’s coming back tomorrow to watch for you.” The man shrugged his shoulders. "Bess, you scoot out and discover what Harriet Brooks—” consulting his list, —"would like to have me do tomorrow and whatever it is we start at five in the morning.” The girl hurried away. The mayor seated himself at a small desk and began to write. He was still at it when Bess returned. “She has discovered an Indian mound on Glen Island and she wants you to go with her and open it I

Mayor Bedight Took Off His Coat Rue fully.

have arranged to have her meet you at the bathing beach at sun-up.” The mayor scowled. He was not fond of grave-digging. ‘‘Thank you. Bess,” he said finally. ‘‘And now if you don’t mind, I want to write a while.” "Very well, Walter," she consented, taking up a magazine. For an hour neither spoke. Then the man laid down his pen and, looking at the, sand: “Bess, I want to know where Jackie Vining keeps that confounded antl.suffrage bill of mine.” “I refuse to enlighten you," sniffed the girl determinedly. “Bess, you’ve got to tell me. I must get out of this confounded hole. My campaign opens on the following Saturday and I must be there. I wouldn't mind serving out my sentence but these outraged natives have butted in on the game and they’ll have me in jail inside of a week, as sure as Fate. You wouldn’t want me to lose my election. Bess?” looking at her with appealing eyes. "Walter, It Is downright mean of you to even think of introducing a bill such as you have prepared. You deserve to lose —but I'm willing,” condescendingly, "to do what 1 can for you. The bill —your bill —Is In the personal possession of Judge Vining. She—in fact, she wears it Inside her shirtwaist to avoid losing it,” blushing. "Now I hope you are satisfied—and you may go. The sheriff has disappeared for the night. You can safely occupy your apartment." "You’re a good sport," said the mayor, patting 4h« girl tehderly on the cheek —and passed out.. CHAPTER VII. “There is the mound,” advised Harriet Brooks, on Wednesday morning, pointing to a rounded heap of earth just beyond the shade of a burr-oak a half mile inland from Sylvan Lake on Glen Isle. Mayor Bedlght took off his coat rue-

fully, Being prisoner to a prematurely gray-haired young lady with a clear, rosy complexion and a sweet, winsome manner was not so bad —but to be told td dig like a terrier in the rough soil was a horse of another color. But the mayor was game. Qrasplng a spade, he set to work diligently. It was a warm morning and the perspiration began to ooze from his heated body.” "Come and sit in the shade a while,” invited the girl, thoughtfully. “We have all day to ourselves—and the skeletons will not run away.” Bedight obeyed gratefully, throwing

Margaret Farnsworth.

himself at the woman’s feet in the cool shadows of the oak. - “I’m awfully interested in ancient and medieval things,” she explained, smiling down at him over her book. “Once when I was in lowa I met a man who was engaged in collecting curios—and he found a real moundbuilder skeleton along the Cedar river while I was there. What if this should turn out to be something like that?” hopefully. “Pardon me,” said the mayor, boldly, “but a nice girl like yourself should not be so interested in dead ones —especially when the woods are full of live ones.” The girl’s face flushed, the red against her white hair making her very attractive in the eyes of the man on the sand.

“The dead ones,” she said slowly, “never stay out late nights, never tyrannize, never take everything for granted, never get a grouch, never—” The mayor interrupted her, his face serious as be said: "There were Darby and Joan.” “But these are the days of divorce courts,” she answered, “and—geniuses—” coloring. “I am old-fashioned,” he parried. “I like to dream of home with the woman in it.” “I fear it is going to rain,” evaded Miss Brooks, looking anxiously at the cloud-filled west. “Do you mind digging a bit, Mr. Bedight?” “As the wife said to her husband when she wanted a sealskin,” he taunted, returning to the mound. She came and stood over him as he worked. His spade struck something—and her excitement grew. “Oh, I do hope it’s a mound builder!” she cried excitedly. The mayor grinned and kept digging. A clap of thunder pealed in the distance. As she turned apprehensively, the digger’s spade pried up a long, ropy object. “Here is your mound builder,” he said soberly, raising the object upon his spade. She gasped. The man smiled. * • “Oh!” from the woman. “I am afraid,” he breathed, softly, “it is exactly what It looks like —the tail of a cow!” As she stood frowning at him, great drops of rain began to fall. He looked about hurriedly for shelter under a tree. “Come on,” he cried, starting for the boat upon the beach. “We’ll have to camp out.” She followed him blindly. He pulled the dory high and dry and tipped it keel up. “Crawl under,” he said as the rain began to fall in torrents. “Why, Mr. Benight, I can’t do that I—” The man took her gently by the arm. “You have no other choice —and besides, I'ii not a cannibal!” She stooped and sat down upon the sand under the shelter. He followed, sitting close to her, of necessity. The fury of the storm broke. The day became as dusk, lighted only by the vivid flashes of anger that tore across the sky. He felt the woman tremble. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Too Big an Insult.

Angrily the head of the haberdashery concern stormed into the employment agency and demanded an interview with the manager. "I understand,’ he said, "that you have been recommending as Al collectors certain young men whom you represent as having collected money from us. If they can get it from us, they can get H from anybody. That's the way you mako it appear, consequently your clients land good jobs.'* With visions of possible libel suits rising before his gutlty conscience, the agent attempted self-justlficatoin. “You are considered pretty hard nuts, you know," he said. "Oh, that's all right!" said the man. /‘lt ain’t that I’m kicking about, but not one of your men has ever cob lected a dollar at our shop, and it don't do any good to Ua about it"

FRANK GOTCH DOWNS HIS SCHOOL TEACHER

ONE wintry day in 1894 two human beings struggled in the snow near a country school house a few miles from Humboldt, lowa. One was a young man of twenty-three, the district school teacher. His opponent was a robust, sunburned lad of sixteen in knee trousers—a youngster destined to become the champion wrestler of the world. There were no box seats at this impromptu show, the admission was free as the air of heaven. The audience comprised the roll call of the school excepting those unfortunate enough to “play hookey” on that particular day. “Ed Kennedy, now baggage master at Fort Dodge, lowa, was my school teacher and was considered one of the best wrestlers around Humboldt, said Gotch in telling the story. “It was one of my earliest ambitions to tackle my teacher, who was much bigger and older than I, and down him before the pupils. I remember our battle in the snow as though it were today. The little old school house is, still standing and the same old trees are there yet. We wrestled side holds in those days. I didn’t know any more about the toe hold or the half-nelson than a rabbit knows about Latin. “We took holds and went at it hammer .and tongs. Around and around we swung, tugging and pulling at each other for dear life. Kennedy came near scoring a fall on me, but I quickly stepped aside and tripped him to the ground. This counted as a fall and the boys aud girls gave him the laugh when he complained he had slipped on the snow. “Kennedy invited me to go in the school house and wrestle him. I told him the snow was good enough for me, “After that battle I had more confidence and was willing to tackle any of the giants that inhabited the region about Humboldt. I doubt if any victory of my life gave me keener satisfaction. It marked the cutting of my wrestling eye-teeth and made me ambitious to excel in athletic competition.” News of the battle spread to the farm houses and barnyards about Humboldt, and the farmer lad became a hero of the younger set Gotch was not to “get away” with this triumph so easily, however. Kennedy was a tough customer in a “rassling match.” He lost no time hurling a challenge at Gotch for a return encounter, which it was agreed should take place the next summer. On a warm afternoon in July, 1895, they met on the lawn in front of tho Gotch homestead before a score of boys from each of the rival neighborhoods represented. Gotch always had been tenderly devoted to his mother, but on this occasion he "double-crossed” her. He had arranged for her absence that day. Kennedy had downed several of the leading wrestling hopes of the Humboldt contingent and the Clare, lowa, boys were in a jubilant mood over their hero. Gotch was unperturbed by this show of confidence. He wis just as eager to get at Kennedy as he was to fly at Hackenschmldt nearly eighteen years later in the struggle that crowned him king of all wrestlers. “I will always remember the battle of that July day as one of the landmarks of the champion’s career,” said an eye witness, now a wealthy farmer residing near Humboldt “Gotch tore into his opponent like a demon, and hung on like a bulldog. After twenty minutes of rough battling on the grass Kennedy forced Gotch near an old tree that is still standing, and had him in a bad way. The least inclination on Gotch’s part to succumb would have meant his defeat, but he failed to budge. Gradually he forced Kennedy from his position of vantage and came into the clear amid a wild shout of triumph from us boys, who were following every movement with breathless Interest. For ten minutes longer they battled on even terms with the utmost stubbornness. Then the rattle of wheels was heard down the road and the referee declared the match a draw, the crowd shouting its aprpoval. “Ar I watched Gotch hang to his opponent and refuse to give in, and have seen him in some of his championship matches I believe this to be one of the secrets of his wonderful success. Once he gets a dangerous hold he will keep it. This trait, earned him a hard-fought draw with Kennedy. It finally made him the most feared athlete among a race of physical giants around Humboldt.” z (Copyright. 1912, by Joseph B. Bowles.)

SPORTING FACTS AND FANCIES

Flynn says he was beaten by a novice’s luck. The fireman must have “slid” a lot to be walloped that way by a nyere novice. Rumor in the Central league has it that Aggie Grant will manage the Grand Rapids team tor Owner Bert Annis next season. Bob Spade, formerly a Red pitcher,, has been appointed manager of the Battle Creek club in the Southern Michigan association. One man who is sure of a regular berth with the Yankees is Birdie Cree. Birdie can hit, field and throw as well as many of the stars. Rube Marquard credits Ducky Holmes, the new manager of the Saginaw team, with developing him into the great twirler he is. .Hans Wagner keeps young by living outdoors winter and summer and by eating what he pleases. He generally prefers ham and eggs. Cy Falkenberg, the tall ex-Cleve-lander now with the Toledo MudHens, says he will miss Grover Land if the Naps grab him off. Joe Boehling, Washington’s young southpaw, is a rabbit hunter. He says the low four-legged quarry with an ordinary stone for ammunition. Shortstop Butler, who joined the Pirates just before the close of the 1912 season, led the American association in batting with an average of .329. Harry Wolverton made the biggest managerial Jump on record last year—from Oakland, Cal., to New York. Now he has jumped westyard again to Sacramento. •‘Lefty’’ Onslow, the first sacker of the Detroit Tigers, will be farmed out to Providence. The Detroit club expects Del Gainer to come buck strong next season. Joe Birmingham does not want to be hampered with any assistance during the training season. In previous years the Naps had about three or four coaches. Mike Donlin visited Artie Hofman at his home a few weeks ago and says he found him taking on both nerve and weight. Another boost for Pittsburg’s pennant hopes.

Gotch Gets Half Nelson and Toe Lock.

SULLIVAN RAPS SOCCER POLO

Princeton Water Coach Terms Sport a Mollycoddle Game—Urges Uniform Collegiate Rules, . Soccer polo Is a mollycoddle game, according to Frank J. Sullivan, swimming coach at Princeton university. “Uniform rules should be drafted and approved by the collegiate body of the west conforming with the code now in vogue in the eastern Intercollegiate association,’’ said Sullivan. “Only a few months ago the Chicago Athletic association and the Illinois Athletic club boasted two of the strongest water polo teams in the country. It’s true, and unfortunate, that a particularly rough game between the C. A. A. and the N. Y. A. C. players at Pittsburgh last March resulted in the abolishing of the sport among organizations enrolled in the A. A. U. “Now that the A. A. U. has frowned upon the game of water or Rugby polo, the western collegiate authorities have fallen in line, and the result is Princeton, the eastern champion team at water polo, is unable to make a western trip that was planned several months ago. « Certain changes have been made in the playing of water polo and the addition of an umpire to the staff of officials tends to lessen the roughhouse work. Where, in the old days, a ref. eree bad absolute charge of the game it was almost impossible to call fouls and impose penalties. Now you hear of fouls, but they occur with less frequency than before. “It's too bad that two local clubs can’t get together and hit upon a happy medium in water sports. At the C. A. A. water basket-ball has been attempted, but I understand the game Isn't classed with water polo In the matter of excitement At the I. A. C. steps have been taken to popularize socoer polo; while the “Big 9’’ Officials seem to look with favor upon water basket-ball. “Water polo was a bit rough In spots when goals were counted, only when the goal was touched by the ball handled by some player. A lot of tbe danger and battle royal spirit has been taken from the game, however, by the adoption of a two-point score, which counts whenever the ball —is thrown into the basket which is at the goal end.’’

Nashville Signs Morrow.

The Nashville club of the Southern League has signed second baseman Morrow.

TWO STARS MAY MEET

Daniels and Kahanamoku Talk of Tank Match. American Haa Done Little Swimming for Several Months, but Retains -== Old Time Winnlng Stroke— Hawaiian Is, Willing. No item of swimming news has in years created such a stir in aquatic circles as the recent report that a match race at 100 yeards would take place this season between C. M. Daniels, American, and Duka Kahanamoku, the Olympic 100 meter champion and record holder. Ever since the lanky Hawlian broke into the limelight about a year ago followers of swimming in this country have been eager to see him pitted against the great Mercury foot paddler, whom they still looked upon as undefeatable. At first Daniels had already announced his permanent' retirement from the competitive field, for his many business and social engagements no longer permitted his training and he refused to reconsider his decision. It looks now, however,as if the meeting would be arrangedDaniels recently paid a visit to th® New York Athletic club natatorium. He had not done any swimming for, several months and curiosity about his form led him to go a 100 yard! trial under the watch. To the surprise of himself and every one present, he tore off the century in :56 1-5, within,, one-fifth of the best time he ever made in the slow local pool. Imme-i dlately his old teammates clustered! around him, begging *him to consent to devote just one more season to th® sport, that he might try conclusions with Kahanamoku. ; He was at first obdurate, but so in-, sistent were his friends that he finally] agreed to do some work and take on;

Charles M. Daniels.

the Islander in a friendly match, if the latter was willing. Of re-entering open competition he would not hear. Still, a match is a match and, whether held privately or publicly, it will just the same prove a test of supremacy. Joseph Ruddy of the New York A. C.’s swimming committee has received a letter from Kahanamoku, saying that he will be back in the United States some time in February and, as the Hawalin is nothing if not a good sportsman, Ruddy anticipates no difficulty in getting him to face Daniels and he hopes to hold the sensational event in the home club. That' Daniels is as fast as ever there can be no doubt, and many are confident that if he trains properly the world’s indoor record of :55 2-5 is at his mercy. Kahanamoku has been unable to touch his mark in a pool, but his open water times are better than Daniels*. To the unbiased observer there is little choice between the two men at the classic distance, but tbe feeling Is prevalent among the fans that' Daniels has never had to exert himself to win and that when the time comes to defeat his formidable rival he will rise to the occasion.

Racing Dates.

At a meeting held In New York the following dates were assigned to the tracks which will form the Metropolitan Racing circuit' for the season of 1913: Parkway track, July 22-25; Hokokus, N. J., July 29-August 1; Flemington, N. J., August 5-8; Monroe, N. Y„ August 12-14; Goshen, N, Y.. August 19-21; Troy, N. Y., August 2629; Orangeburgh, N. Y., September 25; Kingston, N. Y., September 9-12; White Plains, N. Y., September 16-19; Mineola, L. 1., September 23-27; Trenton, N. J., September 30-October 3.

"Tip’’ O’Neill Moves.

President “Tip” O’Nell, of the Western League, has finally agreed to meet the demands of the owners, and will 1 move the headquarters of that organization from Chicago to some city they name, probably Des Mfllnes. la. O'Ne|l now denies that he was asked to resign. He says he merely asked for time to consider the question.

Phillies Buy a Star.

Charles Dooin, manager of the Philadelphia National league club, has announced the purchase of Charles Schneider, a star pitcher, from the Louisville team of the American a*sedation.