Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 23, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 January 1913 — Page 2

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The Women’s Candidate

By BYRON WILLIAMS

Copyright 1913, Western Newspaper L'nion C -• i ■ ■ L - 'C 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 themselves into a court and sentence trim to do 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 take's 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. The mayor returns to the hotel, finds the sheriff waiting for him, and takes refuge in the room of Bess Winters. He plans to get possession of the incriminating bill. With Harriet Brocks the mayor goes to investigate an Indian mound. They are caught In a thunder storm. CHAPTER Vll.—Continued. “I—l’m afraid,” almost sobbing. The mayor put his arm about her gently, soothing her as only a tactful man may soothe a nervous woman. Unconsciously she drew toward him. “Lightning seems terrible,” he spid evenly, “but as a matter of fact there is always more danger on the cars. Statistics prove—” “What’s that?” cried the woman, apprehensively. “I heard a voice.” The mayor peered out. "The sheriff!” he muttered under his breath. Three men were running toward them on the beach, their heads down, ducking the rain. Scrambling from under the boat, May or Bedight -set -off at -top speed up the beach, pausing at the start long enough to whisper. "I’ll be back. Wait.” The sheriff and -his two deputies, weathering the gale with lowered eyes, had not seen the mayor’s flight, in fact, so blinded were their eyes that they ran almost into the girl and the boat before they could stop. “Hello!” bawled the sheriff. ‘‘You’re, !roin Squirrel Inn, ain’t ye? Where’s yer beau?” bluntly. “We’re lookin’ !er him." Miss Brooks drew her feet back under her skirt and replied coldly: One of the best ways to find a man," witheringly, “is to go where he is.” The sheriff’s chest shot out immediately. “Now, Ibok-a-here, young lady, aone of your smartness or we’ll take you along fer accessory before the act Understand?” blustering. “You are wasting your time trying to bully me,” replied the girl, without a tremor in her voice. “I am petiectly harmless and I Lave told you all I know. The man has gone up the beach." “Aw, come on, Sid,” broke in a Blender young fellow, turning his back to the rain. “What the use of arguin’ with th’ gal? She ain't th’ one we had ylsterday.” Without a word the sheriff veered around the boat and, following the fast fading trail, set out in haste after Bedight. Fifteen minutes later the mayor came up from the opposite direction. “I am sorry, Miss Brooks,” he said, sorrowfully, “but I’m afraid you’ll get wet after all. We’ve got to get away from here! I circled around and found the boat these fellows left. I set it adrift with a gale blowing it across the lake, but they are not far behind. We must get under way as soon as possible.” “I don’t, mind a soaking,” replied the yoting woman, bravely. “It’s the —the lightning that frightens me — and that’s about quit." The man righted the dory hurriedly, piled In their belongings and set the boat from the shore with a sturdy shove. A half mile below, on the beach, he caught sight df three men running toward them—and far away on the wave-whipped lake, a tiny dot of brown could be seen rising and fall - ing as it scudded before the wind. It was the sheriff's row boat. “Sleeping out of doors,” said the mayor, smiling at the woman opposite, "is very beneficial to the lungs—especially on an island.” CHAPTER VIII. When the waves are running freely It is a stiff pull from Mine Host’s select little hotel in the Wisconsin woods to Glen Island, but on a perfect moonlight night, with just breeze sufficient to ripple the fair hair of a pretty girl opposite, the man at the oars seldom finds the task arduous. Nor did Mayor Bedight complain. The running ripple slapped the prow of the boat rhythmically and from the shadows along the approaching shore of the island the weird hoot of an owl

proclaimed the witchery of the night. With a scarcely perceptible tilt, the boat grounded on the shelving sandy shore. Bedight sprang out and pulled the craft further upon its cushioned anchorage. The girl sat in- the boat, intently watching the mayor. That, gentleman took from -the locker a basket well laden. Quickly gathering some! dry wood, he stacked it over a bunch of tinderlike weeds, touched a match to the pile, set the basket at a safe distance and pulling a revolver from his pocket, fired in the general direction Of the moon. Having maneuvered thus peculiarly, he hastened hack to the boat, shoved off and rowed from the shore a hundred yards. Resting on his oars, he let the boat toss idly upon the lake. Five, ten minutes passed. The dry wood burned brightly, making a beacon of light, into the circle of which there came, at last, three shadows, followed by unintelligibly conversation. “They’ve found it,” said the mayor, picking up his oars and turning the boat toward the hotel. It was midnight when the sides of the craft rubbed its sister boats at Mine Host’s dock. The mayor and the girl crept softly up the winding pathway toward the hotel. Suddenly, in the moonlight ahead, the form of a woman appeared advancing to meet them. The mayor and the girl saw her simultaneously. He stopped instantly with a restraining hand upon the girl’s arm. “Quick!” he commanded, springing in front of his companion and turning her about face. “Walk rapidly down the path to the boathouse.” She complied instantly. Over his shoulder the mayor saw the woman hesitate, then follow de 7 terminedly through the shimmering moonlight. “Go into the boathouse,” directed Bedight hurriedly. “Wait until I engage her in conversation. Then open the rear door and run for the hotel. And be quiet!”

“I’'Understand,” whispered the , girl, excitedly. Slipping through the door, she closed it softly. Pulling a cigar from his pocket, the mayor scratched a match on the sole of his shoe and blew a puff of smoke at the same target which qarlier in the evening be had failed to hit with his leaden missile. The woman rounded the corner and came directly toward him. “I beg your pardon, Mr. Bedight,” said “Judge” Vining in a cold, formal voice, “for following you, but as chaperone of the young ladies at the hotel I feel that ’it was my duty to do Sb. The mayor bowed. “Duty to the one performing it,” he interrupted gallantly, “is oftentimes irksome, but begrudgingly done frequently conveys pleasure to another. I do not desire to appear selfish in your eyes, but I find your duty pleases me. greatly,” bowing again. “Now, the moonlight—” The “judge” made a deprecating gesture. “Do not attempt to evade,” she warned. “I am deeply in earnest. Where is the —the —” She seemed at a loss to proceed. Finally she threw diplomacy to the winds. “Who was the girl with you—alone—at this hour of the night? I have a right to know and I—had thought you a gentleman, though I should have known that no gentlemqp would have—have —” she finished lamely. “Kissed you?” questioned the mayor, the frivolity scarcely gone from his voice. “Certainly!” she flashed. Bedight puffed thoughtfully at his cigar, the fragrant pungency of the

Fired in the General Direction of the Moon.

tobacco wafting to Jackie as she stood ill the moonbeam’s path, the light giving an ethereal beauty to her trim, erect figure. “It was wrong, I admit," he said impulsively, “I am willing to admit that —but I refuse to believe that no gentleman could be other than honored by such a privilege. As one who has. tried to be such, I would be willing to do it agaip if—” “Mr. Bedight”—the voice was keen now—and the mayor hesitated. "I did not come here to bandy words. I never shall cease regretting that I am in a sense guilty tff a misdemeanor which makes it impossible for me to condemn you as I should—but I warn you not to presume to justify further presumption.” Miss Vining paused effectively. "But you have not answeredfny

question, Mt, Bedight,” she continued “Who was the. girl that came down the path with you?” The man drew closer tq' het. The flippancy was gone from his voice. His face was earnest. “Miss Vining, you have inferred •that I am guilty of conduct unbecoming a gentleinan. A few mornings ago you ran after me in a spirit of mischief, and In the same spirit I caught you in my arms and kissed you. If I have hurt you I am sincerely sorry, but I, too, am reapipg the fruit of folly. You have chosen to arm yourself with a distant demeanor toward me, you rebuff my attempts at entering the circle of your real self, you are “judge” both on and off; the bench, distant, suspicious, haughty. • You pursued me; I took toll. With your permission I promise to forget that you ran, but I cannot forget that I kissed you. I am not a boy. I have seen som eof the world. 1 do not know much about love. I have been too busy trying to do something, to fall in love, or else I never

Alice Mason.

have happened to meet the woman. Since coming here I don’t know exactly what sort of an enchantment I have entered- —but I do know that I cannot forget the ecstasy of the moment when our lips met. You may scorn me and it lies within your power to discipline me—or defeat me—but I shall not try to obliterate the thrill of that brief moment!” Jackie Vining did not meet his eyes. In her heart she felt a strange, new feeling of elation, a softening of resentment, but women were theorems long befor e math ema t ieians s trnggled with triangles and hypotenuses, and all their non-understand-able descendants, beautiful and sweet and charming as they are, still persist in being man’s hardest problem. “Your frankness in some things,” she said without emotion, “is as commendable as your lack of it in others. Must I repeat my question still another time? Who is the girl?” The mayor spoke firmly' and with decision. “As a man who is at least that much of a gentleman, I refuse to answer. The girl has done no wrong. She—” . “Mr. Bedight, on Tuesday night I saw one of my crowd of young ladies leave the arbor after a clandestine night meeting with you. Tonight I chance to blunder upon you at midnight, again in the company of a young woman. Thene are no others here, aside from our party. I feel a responsibility and I must insist on your answering,” The mayor shrugged his shoulders. “Who was she?” asked the “judge” for the fourth time. “Why don’t you ask her yourself said the mayor. “Where is she?” “The last I saw of her she went through that door,” he replied, doggedly. Miss Vining stepped toward the door and opened it. In the farther end of the boathouse a second door stood open and through it the moonlight streamed. “I see I have been outwitted.” angrily. “May I walk to the hotel with you?” asked the mayor humbly. “I prefer to go alone,” she replied in a tone of finality, starting up the path. “Miss Vining!” It was the mayor calling from the dock. ' She stopped. “What is it, Mr. Bedight?" impatiently. “You remember saying the girl with me must be one of your party because there were no other young ladies about ?” _ “Yes,” crisply. The mayor’s voice had something of the old ring in it as he asked: “Did you think of the colored cook?” - But the “judge,” going up the path briskly, did not deign to reply. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Figs and Raisins.

Consul Horton at Smyrna notes that the Reform, a Smyrna newspaper, estimates the raisin crop for this year at about 700,000 quintals (87.164,000 pounds) and that of figs about 75,000 camel loads (36,082,500 pounds). But from what he has been able to learn ft seems that exporters and dealers mostly are trying to keep the crop reports at a low figure in order to be able to begin with high prices, and that if the weather continues favorable the raisin erpp will amount approximately to 99,616,000 pounds, against 56,034,000 pounds last year, and the fig crop to 100,000 camel loads as against 120,000 camel loads last year.

This beautiful memorial to Abraham Lincoln, which has been designed by Henry Badon of New York, is to be erected in Potomac park. Washington, If the house passes the $3,000,000 appropriation bill which already has been approved by the senate. The building is to be of white marble, and there will be a statue of Lincoln within it

JAILED BY REBELS

Released American Tells of Horrors in Mexico. Crowded With Thirty-Four Others Into Sunless Dungeon About 20 Feet Square—Finally Freed by Federal Soldiersi St. Louis, Mo. —Reduced from 170 bounds to a mere shadow by,a long confinement in a Mexican dungeon. C. W. Macatee, once a resident of Chickasha, is now under the care of Dr. L. E. Manuel, the city physician, at Chickasha, Okla. Stooped, thin and sallow almost beyond recognition, it was hard for men who knew him to believe that the thin, wasted figure is the same man of sturdy physique who left here some years ago. Macatee says he went from here to Wichita, Kan., where he joined a Mexican colony, went to Mexico and purchased forty acres of land from the government. The following is Macatee’s own “I had about $250 in money and several hundred dollars’ worth of horses, cattle and mules when the present Mexican revolution broke out. When the rebels captured Chihuahua they seized all the American colonists and demanded that they turn over all they possessed to the rebel leaders. They destroyed all we had, took our live stock and money and marched us in a hollow square of soldiers to prison. In Chihuahua there are two prisons—one known as the ‘outside’ prison and the other as the ‘inside’ prison. “In company with thirty-four other Americans I was placed in the ‘outside’ prison, where for about sixteen months I did not see a ray shine nor get a breath of fresh air except that filtered into the cell by a circular pipe that reached the roof. We were thrown into prison on April 15, 1911, and were liberated Aug. 15, 1912, when Madero’s army recaptured Chihuahua. “The cell which I shared with 34 other prisoners was possibly 20 feet square, and during all the time we were there the cell door was unlocked but three times—twice to clear the cell and once to remove the bodies of four of our comrades, which removal occurred two weeks after their death. “We fared decidedly worse than a drove of hogs, and death came, to my fotfr Companions absolutely from starvation. We could not get a particle of exercise, owing to the crowded condition of our cell, and eventually put in most of our time sleeping. “We did not hear the federate when they battered down the front door of the prison, and the first knowledge we had that something unusual was taking place Was when they battered down the inner doors to the cell rooms. W« naturally that our hour of execution bad come, but were happily mistaken. Being almost naked, we were given some clothing and smuggled across the lines to El Paso, where I stayed two weeks. It was fully-that long before I dared to attempt to open my eyes in daylight. Even now I have to wear clouded glasses. ‘Though I weighed 170 pounds when I went into prison, my weight was less than 100 pounds when I arrived in El Paso. I remember three of the men who were in prison with me—Charlie Gardner of Arkansas City, a man by the name of Woods and another named Atwell, from Kansas. “The English consul visited us once, but the consul from our own nation did not come to see us.” .

MAN LEAPS FROM FAST TRAIN

Detective Holds to Wrist and Drags Man Four Mlles Before Letting Go. London. —The 2 o’clock express from Liverpool to London was the scene of a dramatic 'struggle between police officers and a prisoner, ending in the temporary escape of the latter. Detective-Inspector Fowler, of Scotland yard, and Detective McCoy of Liverpool, arrested in that city a man named Barker on a warrant issued

PROPOSED MEMORIAL TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN

three years ago at the instance of the director of public prosecution. The two officers and their prisoner, the latter handcuffed to Detective McCoy, took their seats in the express, and all went well till a point between Leighton Buzzard and Bletchley. Here Barker on a pretext, was temporarily released from the handcuff which bound him to McCoy. He made a dash for the door, pulled it open, and jumped from the train, which was then going at sixty miles an hour. As he did so Detective Inspector Fowler seized him by the wrist with one hand, and though Barker is a heavy man, held him suspended, while Mr. McCoy pulled the communication cord. Inspector Fowler held on to his man for four miles, but his wrist then became numb and he was compelled to release his grasp. Three miles further on the train stopped. The two police officers provided themselves with lanterns, and walked back along the line in search of the fugitive. Finally they came to the spot where he had fallen, and traced him by blood stains to a farmhouse some distance from the railway, where he had taken refuge. He was so badly injured about the head that medical assistance had to be secured. After Barker’s wounds had been dressed he was taken on to Euston. He was formally charged and then taken to the infirmary.

DEVIL TAVERN STILL EXISTS

Was Favorite Resort of Ben Jonson and Shandwell Located in London. London.—At the present time it would be difficult to discover a London tavern ever called by the name of "The Devil.” But in the eighteenth century 1 Fleet street, still in existence, was so called. “The Devil’s Tavern” was so called owing to the proximity of St Dunstan's church and the fond recollection of afi interlude between the saint and the Evil One. This was Ben Jonson’s favorite resort and here he presided over a club of which he was the founder. He wrote once: “The first speech in my ‘Catiline,’

HUMAN LADDER SAVES FOUR

Man Falls Into Sound and His Wife Jumps in After Him. New Rochelle, N. Y.—Capt. James Clayton, his wife and two patrolmen, struggling in the icy waters of the sound near the New Rochelle Coal & Lumber company’s dock, were saved from drowning through the bravery of Albert E. McGill. Hanging from part of the pier by his legs, McGill called to the four in the water that he was a “human ladder." “Swim over here,” he said, "and grab my arms. Then you can get- to the pier.” They followed his instructions. First Mrs. Clayton seized him. She crawled from his arms to his shoulders and then reached the dock. Next he rescued one of the patrolmen and afterward the other tws men were dragged from the water. Captain Clayton and his wife were walking on a plank to a coal barge, when he fell in the sound. His wife called for help. She saw him sink and when he rose she jumped in after him. They were in a perilous position. between the coal barge that was swinging in the tide, and the dock, and Clayton afterward said he believed they were about to be crushed to death. Patrolmen Harness and Havard heard the woman call before she jumped. They ran to. the dock. A ladder was extended down one side of the pier and the last rung df it was four feet frt>m the water. Harness took off his coat and jumped from the pier, but Havard went down the ladder. A rung broke and he. too, fell into the sound. Then McGill, who owns the automarine garage, a storehouse for motor boats, went to the pier. • McGill crawled down the ladder as

spoken to Scylla’s ghost, was writ afted I had parted with my friends at the Devil Tavern; I had drank well that night and had brave notions.” It was also the resort of Shadwell, pillorized as Og by~ Dryden in his “Absalom and Achitophel." Here the poets laureate used to rehearse their birthday odes, so carefully written with the minimum of emotion in the Augustan style, and here Killigrew had one of the scenes in his “Parson’s Wedding.” Swift, in his “Journal to Stella," the human document of a passionate being, mentions dining here with Addison and Garth. Pope has embalmed it in the amber of his classic verse. Here Goldsmith, in his prosperous hours, played at cards, and in 1751 Dr. Jonson assembled his merry and, almost famous party to celebrate the publication of the delightful Mrs. Charlotte Lennox’s first novel, “The Life of Harriet Stuart”

LORD MORLEY IS NEAR 75

English Biographer and Reviewer Receives Congratulations of Friends. - - - - London—Many eminent persons,.including royalty, statesmen and men of letters, paused in the hurry to send a few of greeting to Lord Morley congratulating him upon the beginning of his seventy-fifth year. For many years the Rt. Hon. John Morley was looked upon as the successor of his old friend Gladstone as England’s most distinguished plain citizen. And since his elevation to the peerage five years ago Lord Morley has lost none of the public esteem. In his day he held many high offices under liberal administrations, and never failed to command the highest respect even from his most bitter political opponents. Since his retirement from the office of secretary of state for India two years ago Lard Morley has devoted himself almost wholly to literary work. As a biographer and reviewer he is probably without a peer in the English-speak-ing today.

"Vinegar King" Mourns Bride.

Poughkeepsie, N. Y. —Stephen Scott, the “vinegar king,” is disconsolate over the continued absence of his nineteen-year-old bride, whpm he married last summer.

far as he could, swung hlg legs through the last rung and performed hfs work of rescue. When all were on the dock Police Sergeant Deveau arrived with restoratives. These were given to the four, and then Clayton and his wife went to the barge Havard and Harness were sent to their homes. McGill returned to the garage. "I feel so cold,” he said, “that T’d like to swallow tt gallon of gasoline and a lighted match.”

LAD SWEPT TO SEA BY GALE

Drinks Milk of Cocoanuts on Branches Until Picked Up by a Passing Steamer and Brought to N. Y. New York.—“ There’s a cocoanut tree drifting ahead off the port bow. I do believe there’s a human body on it!” In the track of the recent West In-' dian hurricane, while the steamer Foxton Hall was passing debris of the storm sixty miles off the Jamaican coast, the vessel’s first officer made this discovery, and was so sure of it that he sent a lifeboat to the tree. Half, an, hour later the boat crew was lifting a half-conscious pickaninny from its branches. The lad called himself “Willie Gee.” He was a beachcomber at Port Antonio. When the hurricane came he sought refuge in a deserted hut, but, with it, he was blown to sea. He swam to the cocoa tree, where he drank milk from its nuts and, finally exhausted, fell asleep in its branches. He believed he floated for two days. The steamer carried him back to his home amopg the beachcombers. A button on his ragged shirt when he was found was one an American had given him. “Kiss me,” it read, “because I'm sterilised.**