Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 25, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 January 1913 — Page 2

The Daily Republican £v«ry Dey Kxcspt Sunday HEALEY A CLARK, Publisher*. RENSSELAER. INDIANA.

The Women’s Candidate

By BYRON WILLIAMS

OoDyrtKbt 1812. Western Newspaper Onion SYNOPSIS. In * 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 him 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 o< 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. The mayor returns to the hotel, finds the sheriff waiting for him, and takes refuge in the room of Bess Winters. Jle plans to get possession of the incriminating bill. With Harriet Brooks the mayor goes to investigate an Indian mound. They are caught tn a thunder storm. Returning late, he has rather a stormy interview with "Judge” Vining, who seeks to find out who returned to the hotel with him. CHAPTER IX. When Miss Jackie Vining went to her room after her unsatisfactory attempt to wring from Bedight the name of the unconventional young woman who walked with him in the moonlight, she was angry. And it is possible that, knowing his feelings toward her she was angrier still because with this Influence she could not secure the confession she sought It is likewise true that she felt in her heart that Bedight was right in protecting the name of the girl and should be eulogized rather t han scourged for it —and yet, when a man has almost told a woman he loves her, she has a right to expect that he will do almost anything quasl-reasonable that she asks of him. Failing to handle him augurs complications for the future. And most of us are alike in this, that we love to appear melodramatic to ourselves, doing all sorts of drastic things that, slept over, we undo, saying things that we inflate with self at the time being and *tick a pin into later when our ardor has cooled. In this mood Jackie Vining seated herself at a small writing desk in her Toom and indited the following letter to the chairman of the woman’s clubs in Bedight’s district: “Squirrel Inn, Wie. “My Dear Madam: The campaign in your district is about to open. Among the candidates is one Walter Bedight, who is running for the legislature. He will endeavor to secure the women’s votes of the district. While running a race near Squirrel Inn he dropped from his pocket the inclosed bill, which he expects to introduce, if elected. “I feel it my duty to apprise you of the real character of the man .and trust that you will act accordingly. “Sincerely, “(Miss) JACKIE VINING.” Placing the letter and the bill in a long envelope, she laid the package on her dresser and Tetired. But with the cool touch of the linen and the luxury of full repose, Jackie’s heart smote her. "Well, anyhow,” she mused, as she dropped off to sleep, “I’ll hold the letter a few days longer.” To be in the toils of a state's attorney is bad enough In any event; but If the aforesaid attorney is a woman, oh, most unfortunate is the man! Thursday was Mayor Bedight’s day of attendance upon Margaret Farnsworth, who prosecuted the case against him on the morning of his arrival. She entered the arena after an earnest conference with "Judge” Vining, who seemed unusually distrait and worried. "Mr. Bedight,” began the lady attorney, in a professional tone, “1 want to get some balsam for a pillow this morning. Do you know the tree when you see it?" "Yas—l’ve been In the North Woods on many a vacation and am familiar with the flora and fauna of the country, I am at your service," responded the mayor. They set out on foot along a pathway that led into the wood. Once inside the forest It wound In a trail like that the calf made, through spruce and hemlock, poplar and maple, with sow and then a white birch adding a touch ot vivid contrast to the green. The girl, an enthusiast, was walking ahead and babbling of the nature pic- • tures along the way. Suddenly Bedight felt something hit him in the back, as though a pellet thrown from close range. He turned inquiringly. From a clump of brush along the trail a woman's hand waved at him and a white paper fluttered .to the poth. Turning, the mayor retraced his Bteps. The messengei crouched Uw and Dedight, having secured Lit' "T' nee. touched bls fin-

gers to his lips and wafted her a salutation, chaste and-replete with appreciation. And then from ahead came the surprised call of Miss Farnsworth. “Hurry!" cautioned a voicefrom behind the clump of greenery. , - “Coming," cried Bedight, turning and forging ahead through the wood. A pair of pheasants arose with drumming whirr from beside the path. “There!” exclaimed the mayor, accepting the birds as the foundation for a clever ruse, “you’ve frightened them away.” “Oh, why didn’t you tell me?” reproached the girl, getting a fleeting glance of the brown beauties as they floated off through the trees. Bedight, with the note clutched in his hand, made reasonable apologies for his thoughtlessness and the girl, unsuspecting, led on, chattering delightedly. It was a day of days to be in the wood and youth is ever buoyant and gay. Plainly the girl was in tune with the mood of the time and the place, and l like the beatitudes about her, sought to be congenial and natural: The man felt himself pleased with her, for he, too, loved the solitude and the harmonies of the forest. Presently she sighted a scarlet tanager and ran ahead. Bedight, waiting for the opportunity, unfolded the slip of paper. In a woman’s handwriting tins warning was written:

"BE CAREFUL. SHE IS TRYING TO TRAP YOU.” Bedight smiled and tucked the note in his pocket. Miss Farnsworth was sitting upon a fallen monarch of the wood when he caught up with her. In her hands she held a lichen that had taken her fancy. Of the party at Mine Host’s hotel, no girl was prettier than Margaret Farnsworth and few as intellectual. Vivacity and spirit predominated and as Bedight looked at her he did not belittle her ability to make things interesting for him. She sprang to her feet as he drew near, and ran after a big brown butterfly. Bedight sat down on the log and waited. Suddenly he heard a scream, the voice of a woman in pain. Miss Farnsworth sat upon the ground holding her ankle in both hands. Her lips were tightly drawn and her face gave evidence of pain. “What is it?” questioned Bedight, apprehensively, going up to her and taking hold of her arm. • • “Help me to stand,” she directed, gripping his arm. He raised her. She let her foot touch the ground, winced and toppled toward him. “There’aa wood chopper’s cabin just ahead,” she groaned. “Could—could you carry me there?” blushing. For answer he picked her up in his arms. She threw her arms about his neck and clung to him, her hair brushing his cheek. In sight of the hut she whispered: “Wait! Let me down a minute.” She stood leaning against him, her full, ripe lips teasingly near. For a moment as he looked into her fathomless eyes, Bedight felt the weakness of man for woman coming over him. To combat it, he moved farther away, supporting her at arm’s length. “It would be well to leave me at the cottage and go back for help. Look inside, please, while I lean against this birch,” she directed. “There’s probably a burglar in the woodbox or a man under the bed,” he said laughingly, as he started toward the cottage. The mayor stood for a moment upon the threshold and then entered. As his form disappeared within, there appeared around the corner of the cabin a man—the game warden of Lakeville. In a twinkling he had slammed shut the door and thrown a great bar across it from without. “There, darn ye; I told ye I’d git ye!” he bellowed with radiant pomposity. Bedight turned angrily as the door closed and realised too late that the warning given along the trail had not safeguarded him. He was a prisoner. Peering through the dirty windowpane, an aperture not large enough to permit the passing of a man’s body,

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he saw Mias Farnsworth leave the tree against which she had been leaning and walk leisurely toward the hotel. With the realization that the girl hHd deliberately led him into the hands of the enemy, he gritted his teeth and then, at the thought that perhaps Jackie Vining bad planned this coup de main, Bedight felt a queer sinking of certain hopes that heretofore bad buoyed up a heart yearning to take high hurdles. No—a wopian may keep a man in hot water on general principles of love, bnt to throw him in jail is treachery, and

when a woman reaches that point she is like the woman scorned—a perfect fury. The room in l which Bedight found himself was big Ahd rough like some of the words the mayor said before his sense of the ludicrous returned. Then, in full possession of the humor of the situation, be sat down on the side of the bunk and grinned. A man can grin when the joke Is on him, but he seldom becomes boisterous under the circumstances unless he is in public, where it is always good taste to prove his good fellowship by blatant laughter. - That the game warden had gone for help there was no doubt. Remembering the slap which Bedight had administered on the day of their first meeting, that worthy did not desire to take further chalices.

“But if Miss Vining planned the trap, why did ndt the warden bring enough help with him to arrest me?” This was thp question the mayor asked himself—and gave it up. He had no way of knowing that the warden had sent word to the sheriff to be on hand —but that functionary was at the moment marooned on an island five miles from the village with ample food sent by a kind providence in the light of the moon, but with no boat by which he might navigate the intervening waters. An hour passed, during which time Bedight had satisfied himself that wood choppers’ cabins in general and this one in particular were built with the—express purpose of being better jails than those possessed by the ordinary hamlet in the north country. He was securely confined—and he was in to stay until some one chose to liberate him. A voice from without suddenly gave

Miss Farnsworth Sat Holding Her Ankle in Both Hands.

him hope. It was a voice he knew well —the voice of Jackie Vining. “Mr. Bedight/’ queried the voice, “are you there —inside the cabin?” “No, Miss Conspirator,” replied the mayor, vindictively, “I’m up on the roof playing solitaire.” “Will you tell me which of the girls was with you last night?” demanded Miss Vining. “If so, I will let you out.” “Oh, I like it in here,” replied the mayor, enthusiastically. “It’s a nice, quiet place, no hooks to bait, no mound builders to excavate, no runaway horses to catch, no balsam to pick, nothing to do but relax and think of the perfidy of one’s fellows—feminine gender.” “I’m glad you like It,” responded the “judge,” with a wholesome flavor in her voice, “and I’m sorry to advise you that the warden and reinforcements are about due. Wouldn’t it be wiser to help me protect a thoughtless girl and go free than to be contrary and go to jail ?” , “I like the jail at Lakeville even better than this,” responded the prisoner affably. “It is light and airy and has easy exits in case of fire or ennui.” “Very well,” she replied, "repent at leisure." The mayor listened. She was going away. “Miss Vining,” she cried. “Yes, Mr. Bedight” “You know very well you would despise me if I told you what you are asking. lam firm in my resolve not to appear in this light. You may as well go now, for I shall not answer your question.” He watched her lithe form as she walked rapidly away, her head erect, her shoulders back, every inch a splendid woman. Scarcely had she disappeared when Bedight heard the bar thrown back, and a voice whispered cautiously: “Walter! Walter! The door Is unbarred. Watt until I get away!” From his dingy window Bedight saw another feminine form sauntei leisurely up the trail —and this one,too, was slim and fair to look upon, a woman that any good man might well desire to.win. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Filibuster.

"What did George say when you re fused him?" "He wildly declared he would go right down to one of those Central American states, start an uprising and horrify the world. Then he rushed from the house.” "Did the name of the Central American state sound like rathskeller!*’ "I’m not sure.” "Well, there’s where he went And he started the uprising’by breaking two mirrors. tipping over the bar and floor ing the proprietor with a Louts XIV. table leg Whereupon the waiter horrified the world by picking him up and dropping him on a passing ash cart' —Cleveland Plain Dealer. " -

DERELICTS OF OCEAN

Z t , ■f. ' ■ Uses to Which Abandoned Ships Haye Been Put. San Francisco Steamer Stranded Off Guatemala Is Made to Light a Town —U. 8. Warship Served . a* Hotel in Chili. San Francisco.—Suppose you lived tn a blistering bit of a Central American village, with the jungle steaming on one side of you and the sea blazing endlessly on the other, with smelly kerosene lamps for illumination and the luxuries of life fewer than you’d expect to find in an Arizona adobe. And then suppose a tidal wave came along and smashed things up pretty generally, but ended by picking up a fine big steamer' and washing her over the bar into shoal water near the beach, leaving her there high and dry. <The funny thing about this particular story, however, is that it is true, says a writer. It actually happened. It was along about four years ago that the steamer Osiris of thb Kosmos line of San Francisco was lying off Ocos, Guatemala, when an earthquake shook that part of the world and was followed by a tidal wave big enough to pick up .the steamship as if she had been a fishing smack and carry her over the Intervening sand banks to a point near the beach, where it dropped her neatly between two reefs just sufficiently far apart to provide her with a comfortable girdle.

When her crew left her, judging her to be of no further use, a citizen of Ocos, who had some experience of civilized life, rowed out to the uninjured wreck and cast a speculative eye over her contents. Later, he sent to Mexico for the necessary materials, and proceeded to form the Ocos Electric Light and Power company. Ocos took the hook all the way down Its gullet—and then struggled for more. To think of having a real electric lighting plant! It was hardly to be believed. And every citizen of Ocos lorded it over the citizens of the other village seaports along the Guatemalan coast which could not boast such munificent luxury. Then, behold, as joy and pride were at their height, what should happenbut a brief communication to the Ocos Electric Light and Power company

PRINCE WAS MAD 40 YEARS

Francis Charles of Capua Hasn’t Had Haircut or Washed Himself in Recollection of Attendants.

Rome. —Extraordinary revelations are made of the mode of life of Fran-cis-Charles of Bourbon, prince of Capua, who is seventy-five and has lived a madman’s 4ife for forty years in the Villa Marlia Capannori. For several years now he has not spoken, having apparently been struck deaf and dumb in an apoplectic seizure. Every morning at 8 a servant knocks at the door of the prince’s bed-chamber and hurriedly places the breakfast tray—a sumptuous repast—through a sliding window inside the room. The prince jumps out of bed naked, throws a toga around his shoulders, and hides till the domestic has disappeared. He cannot bearany one to see him. He has neither shaved, had his hair cut, washed or cut his nails within the memory of his oldest retainers. Formerly, if he saw any one approaching him, he would make the most terrible noise, but nowadays, unable to give vent to his feelings thus, he claws at the air In front of him and lashes out with his fists, though the Intruders may be one hundred yards or more f away. But the most remarkable performance takes effect after breakfast Day after day, year in and year out, no matter what the weather is like, the unfortunate old man rushes stark naked out of the room, down the corridor, across the terrace of the villa to a chair. It Is always the same chair. Once It was removed and the prince fell down in one of his oft-re-curring fits. Seated on the chair he dresses himself slowly, being generally presentable by midday. The rest of the day Is spent within a circle of four or five square yards. The prince never moves further away than that from the chajr. Round anl round he walks, sharing his meals with the birds. He takes great delight in smashing all the crockery each day. At Bp. m. Is time for bed. A servant appears and that IS* enough. Fighting the imaginary foe, the old man rushes off to his room and locks the door.

JEZREEL TEMPLE IS FOR SALE

Famous a* Hom* of English Sect Which Put Ban on Barber*—Founder Bald He Would Llv* Forever. Fxmdon, England.—The famous Jesreel temple at Chatham has been offered for sale. The building, which is a conspicuous landmark, was begun in 1882 by a British solder named White, who, after an attack of sunstroke in India, proclaimed himself the propher of a new religion and adopted the name of ' James Herahon Jezreel” An article of the new faith was that none of its disciples should visit s barber, and the Jezreelites rapidly became known In the locality and beyond it “Jesreei" gathered hundreds of followers and organised a

MINISTER NAON’S CHILDREN

These are the children of the minister from Argentine ana Senora Naon. who have been enjoying their first holiday season away from tneir native land. The two elder girls are Isabel and Selina; the elder boy is Romulo; the smaller lad is John and the little girl is Carlotta.

from the Kosmos line of San Francisco, stating that salvage operations would shortly be begun with an idea of getting the undamaged hull of the Osiris Into deep water, so that she might resume her peregrinations along the Pacific coast Can you Imagine the grief in Ocos? Can you conceive the misery of the mayor, who saw his streets deprived of theirglowing decorations and emblems of progress? It has been almost too great a burden of disappointment for Ocos to bear. They have seen their source of illumination cut off, the salvage crew at work on the lighting plant’s regeneration, presently they will even be obliged tq~ witnesp its actual departure. Although the story of the Osiris ■stands alone for tragic interest, there onlrecord of ships carried ashoretand for purposes

little colony of farms and workshops, out of which he made a fortune. He began the construction of the temple with the object of accommodating 5.00 Q of the faithful of the 144,000 who were to be saved when the end of the world came.

He promised Ms followers that he would live forever, but he died before the tower was finished. It remains unfinished today despite the fact that over >200,000 was spent on it. The building remained unoccupied until 1906, when It was taken by an American named Mills, who adopted the title of “Prince Michael/’ and proclaimed himself the successor of "Jezreel.” About three years ago "Prince Michael’s followers were evicted, having failed to pay the rent to the owner, a contractor who had taken over the building on the death of “Jezreel.”

APPLAUSE MADE SHAW ANGRY

But a London Audience Wouldn’t Keep Quiet at Play Revived at Klngsway Theater. London.—George Bernard Shaw’s appeal to audiences for “sobriety” was in vain at the first performance of his play, “John Bull’s Other Island.” which was revived at the Kfngsway theater. The audience tried to comply, but the witticisms of the play were too much for a majority of them and soli-

SAYS HUSBAND WAS ILL-CLAD

New York School Teacher Sue* Rich Envelope Manufacturer for Divorce. New York.—Mrs. Germaine Lewers, a teacher in public school 33, has brought suit In the supreme court asking- for a separation from her husband, John G. Lewers, a wealthy envelope manufacturer on Pearl street, alleging that he does not dress properly or wear clean linen. The Lewers couple were married by Rev. Dr. Ashley of St. -artholomew's church on December 1, 1906, and have two children, Helen, five, and Marguerite, three years old. Her marital troubles, the complaint alleges, be. gan in 1908. after Mrs. Lewers had made a visit to Cambridge, Mass. Upon her return to New York her husband, she says, accused her of flirting with an aged bachelor In Cambridge. Answering his wife’s application for alimony, Lowers states that not once tn their married life did his wife lay out for him a freshly pressed suit or tn any way seek to Improve his wearing apparel and general appearance. He further states that his wife has developed a temper which makes their living together impossible. He charges that Mrs. Lewers gets a salary of 860 a month and is well able to provide for herself. In his affidavit Lewers states that

foreign to the builders' intentions. Perhaps the most noted case is that of the United States steam sloop-of-war Wateree, which was washed ashore by a tidal wave at Arica, Chilly under circumstances almost identical to those attending the wrecking of the Osiris. It was soon seen ’that it was impossible to get the Wateree off; It would have cost far more than the vessel was worth. So she was abandoned by the crew and add for old junk. But instead of breaking her up the Chilian, who bought her had imagination enough to see what a splendid chance he had to make really big money out of her as a curiosity. So he fitted the Wateree up as a hotel, case and restaurant, leaving her hull just aa it was, however, and his quaint establishment soon became a recognized pilgrimage for all pleasure seekers in ■ the vicinity.

tary guffaws more rapidly merged into general roars. Mr. Shaw appealed in advance for the cessation of applause and told the people that they would get out of the theater half an hour earlier if they did not applaud until the end of the play; “that if you laugh loudly and repeatedly for two hours you get tired and cross, and that you are sorry the next morning that you did not stay home. “Have you noticed," he wrote, "that people look very nice when they smile or look pleased, but are shockingly ugly when they roar with laughter, shout excitedly or sob loudly. Will you think me-jrery ungrateful and unkind if I tell you that though you cannot possibly applaud my plays too much at the fall of the curtain, yet the more you applaud the performance the more angry you make me?”

PROVIDES FOR HIS SHAFT

Will of George H. Valentine, Manufacturer of Cigars, Filed at Reading. Reading, Pa.—The will of the late George H. Valentine, who operated cigar factories in Philadelphia. Womelsdorf and elsewhere, was filed for probate in court here. The entire estate of about $200,000 goes to the son, H. Leroy Valentine, with the exception of SI,OOO, which is to be invested for the use of the Womelsdorf Cemetery Company, and to keep the decedent’s monument in repair. The son Is named as executor.

he was married after engaging in business with his wife's mother at 102 West Fifty-sixth street. He swears that he invested about 11,500 In a millinery enterprise and because of ”a mean business deal” he was compelled to give up the venture. Attached 1 to hia affidavit Is a flvepage letter written by Mrs. Lewers to him, in which she sumo up their married life and decides that they are no longer compatible, and states her decision to separate. An application for alimony and counsel’s fee had been made to Justice Page.

College Expels Smokers.

Buckhannon, W. Va.—Two students of the West Virginia Wesleyan college were expelled for smoking cigarettes and the same punishment Is to be meted oat to others who broke the college rule. ■

Pays Ten Cents fer Window.

Philadelphia.—The city treasurer has just received a ten-cent piece from a man who broke a pane of the city’s glass, and whose conscience has troubled him since.

Rabbit Resembles a Cat.

Dubolse, Pa.—Frank Gearheatf of Altoona. killed a rabbit having long bluish and red and white spots. Its ears were short and its tail long Ilk* these of a cat.