Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 37, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 February 1913 — Page 3

THAT WORN PAPER

Teacher of Music Tells Pupil of His Greatest interests in Life.

BY ELLA M. BANGS.

paper Syndicate.) As Rudolph Hartman drew Ms bow through the concluding strains of the Dvorak Humoresque, he glanced'up to meet the intent gaze of a young girl, animated, vivid as a tropical flower in her dark beauty.' She was leaning forward, with glowing cheeks, and red lips parted, find from that moment' the young violinist was conscious of no one else in all the vast audience. Who she was he knew not, and she was lost to sight as the program ended. Eagerly he looked forward to the next concert, and yes—she was there. Again he realized only that one presence and through the following days the thought of her was the deep undercurrent beneath whatever else might occupy him at the moment. Suddenly one evening as he sat alone in his little room, something seemed to say, “What of the promise to your father?” The young man started up. Had the words been spoken? Had he been dreaming? That promise to hla father and all else had faded into insignificance and his father, dying, had begged from him the promise to devote hiß life to the cause wMch bad taken them from Germany, their fatherland, to England, and later to America. Now, to bring back his interest, he took from his desk a worn . paper, and spreading it out before him, sat with elbows on the desk and hands, ruffling his blond hair as he read the long familiar story. The facts were that years ago the great-grand-father, for Borne service rendered the ~ emperor, had been presented with a violin made by the incomparable 'Strqdivarius and Inlaid in the wood ■of its back was his name, Ludwig Von H&rtzmann. This priceless treasure had in time passed to the son, another Ludwig, who, being of a wildi, adventurous nature, found himself at a certain time in such straits that he had pawned the violin Intending later to redeem it When that day came the violin was not to be found. _ Sobered, the son spent his life in the vain search and, dying, besought his son—Rudolph’s father—to continue the work. Whllq Rudolph was a boy something gave his father reason to believe that the violin had been carried to London. Thither father and son went, remaining until a clew was found leading them to New York. Once more father and son had taken up life in a strange country, but within a year of their arrival Hartman the elder had died, leaving Rudolph to carry on ’the search alone. Aside from the value of the. instrument there was a legend in the family that success and good fortune would come only with the return of the violin to its rightful owner. Striving to / Bhut out the newer interest, Rudolph set about making inquiries, haunting music stores,'pawnshops, dealers in antiques, and every place where there seemed a possibility of finding trace of the lost Stradivarlus.

One evening as Rudolph sat alone he heard a knock at hiß door, and answering was confronted by a middleaged man wtlh an air of prosperity, who said questionlngly: “This is Prof. Rudolph Hartman?” ‘1 am Rudolph Hartman." The stranger presented his card giving the name Phineas West, and a moment later made known his errand . “I have come \,o ask if you will take my daughter for a pupil on the violin.” “A child —a beginner?" "Well,” the man smiled slightly, ”1 suppose she is a young lady to others. She is still a child to me.” The matter was arranged, and a few days later Rudolph was making his way toward the home of his prospective pupil. He knew Phineas West only as one of New York's many minor millionaires, and he as far from finding fault with the tact that he wished him to teach his daughter. He had waited a few moments in the elaborately appointed music room when the portieres parted and Jaqueline West entered. Was he dreaming? For a moment (he young teacher believed he must be, for she who was coming toward him was the girl who had lived in his thoughts from the day he had first seen her. Going up to him, she gave him her hand. "I want to thank you. Professor Hartman, for consenting to take me for a pupil.” Rudolph pulled himself together as he returned. "Perhaps it is I who should express the thanks. Yon have taken lessons —yes?" "A few." “Let me hear you play." The girl took up her violin, and without notes began to play. She did not play well and her teacher watched her a moment in perplexity. He, with quick intuition, guesssed. and rightly, that she had purposely not done her best, and Immediately master of the situation, he said gravely: "You can do better than that. Miss West. Play that again, please ” Recognising a new tone In his voice, the girl's face flushed. She regarded him a moment half defiantly before she bent again over her .violin land did her beet.

“Bravo! What did 1 say? Asa still you think I can teach you?** “Indeed yes. I want to do better — I want —my style—lt is not like yours, but of course,” in laughing confusion. “I cannot expect that!” The lessons yent on. What they meant to her Rudolph did not dream; what they were to himself he would not admit until one day the double realization came to him. After the lesson ended they sat talking when suddenly Rudolph began, “I think I must tell you of something I have never spoken of to’anyone since my father died —the greatest Interest of my life." For a moment there was silence then Jaqueline, busying herßelf with a sheet music, asked in a voice unlike her usual one, “And where does she live? In Germany?” The young man laughed. “I wish i flo returned. xr x ocubywi fyer in Germany I should not be here.” The girl turned and looked into his face, which whitened instantly at the misery in her own. “It is not as you think,” he burst out . “There is no woman —at least — not in Germany." The girl's face softened. - “I ’will tell you about it —some other time,” he went on.

Outside Rudolph walked unseeing down the street He should have known how this must end —for himself, and Phineas West would hardly thank him for stealing the heart of his only daughter. Stealing? Ah no. It had boon given him, of that he felt confident Fut the lessons must end, and after a sleepless night he went once more to the home of Jaqueline West “I have come," he began abruptly, “to say that as I can teach you very little more, the lessons had better not go on.” "You mean that you are dismissing me.” The girl’s voice was low and clear. is usually the part of the pupil, is it not?" “Forgive me, you do not understand.” The young man seemed in no haste to explain, and after a little the girl spoke. "It is on account of that other absorbing Interest, no doubt.” He did not respond and she reminded him of his intention to tell her about 1L Rudolph told her the story of the lost Stradivarius while the girl listened intently. x “iyhat was the name of your great-grandfather?” she asked as he paused. “Ludwig Von Hartzmann.” An almost incredulous expression passed over the girl’s face. "I wish you might find it," she said, “and this search is the only reason why our lessons must end?" Rudolph hesitated. “No," he began, "I will be quite frank, Miss West The reason I cannot come here is—because I love you." « “But —” the color coming and going in the girl’s face, “one would think that just the reason why you should—come.”

She looked up. He started toward her, then checking himself. “Your father,” he began, “he would never consent,” "Come tonight and ask him. Besides—l have another reason for wishing you to eome. You will?” How the day passed Rudolph could not have told, but evening found him once more at. the home of Phineas West, and that gentleman after a little remarked, "I have something I think you will be Interested to see. Jacqueline, hand me that case, please." The girl did she was bidden, a violin case was placed in Rudolph's hands. He opened it wonderlngly. “Ah,” he breathed, lifting reverently the instrument within. “Surely, Mr. West, this is a real—” “So I believe,” nodded the man. In a mase of admiration-and incredulity, the young man turned to the back, where inlaid in the wood was the name "Ludwig Von Hartxmann." “The lost stradlvarius!” he cried. "Where did you find it?” "In London,” was, the answer; “but from what my daughter tells me it belongs ,by right to you. I never Intended it to go out of the family, and. —also from what my daughter tells me—it need not, for it seems they both belong to you—Jacqueline and the Stradlvarius."

His Career a Varied One.

G. N. W. Rowe, at present engaged in the construction of the first electric railway in Bolivia, which will give direct rail connection between Potosl, the second highest oity of any importance in the world, with the southern portion of the republic, has had an interesting career. He was born in Quebec, where he learned French, to which he has added Spanish, besides an Indian dialect. For many yean he lived In the United States, making his borne at Nashville, Tenn., but for the last 13 years he has lived In Bouth America. He served as a private in the Spanlsh-American war, studied civil engineering in Ohio, and then became Interested In Bolivia. He is vice-president of the Bolivian Society of Ctvll Engineers, and a member of the Indiana society.

Boomerang.

• Mrs. Hiram Offen —I’m arrald you won’t do. As nearly as I can find out you have worked in six or seven places during the last year. Miss Brady—Wefl. an' how many girls has yerself had in the same tolme? No less. I'm thlnkln.'—Boston Evening Transcript

Remembering the Day.

“Please, mum, the new neighbors want to know if you’ll lend them the lawn mower today.” “What! Lend them the lawn mower on the Sabbath! Tell them, Jane, we haven't obo."—'Taller.

GREAT CULEBRA CUT NEARING COMPLETION

When President Taft inspected the great Culebra cut of the Panama canal -the other day he was Informed that six-sevenths of the excavating there has been completed. This has been in many ways the most difficult part of the work.

WITH THE WOUNDED

Victims of Balkan War Saved From Death by New Surgery. ■- ; v r I . Wonderful Work of Doctors and Nurses at Hospital In Belgrade— Men Shot Through Head or Heart Often Recover. Belgrade, Servia.—The human side of war, as shown in the Improvised military hospitals of Belgrade, presents many touching scenes. Every school in Servia has been turned into a hospital. Here, where there are a great many wounded from the battle of Koumanova, and from the skirmishes about Monastir, not only the schools, but every available building. Including the local barracks and a sugar factory, has been transformed into

Practically every country in Europe has sent a corps of Burgeons and nurses to the war. The United States has done its share by contributing to the work of these devoted Red Cross toilers about 112,000 —more than any other nation. The surgeons are all greatly interested in their cases, for modern warfare, with small, powerfully driven steel bullets, presents remarkable wounds. At the time of the American Civil war arms and legs were lopped off by thousands to prevent blood poisoning. In these days of antiseptic surgery there is almost no amputation. One soldier was shot through the middle of the finger; his whole finger has been saved. A number were struck when firing from lying posture, the bullet passing through the head, straight down through the heart and out at the thigh. The lives of several so wounded have been saved. It used to be considered fatal to be struck in heart or head. In these hospitals there are men who have been shot right through heart .or head and who will recover. Often it is not considered necessary to extract bullets which have lodged in the body. The wound is slmp>. and allowed to heal. Nothing Is more significant of the fine guamj of the Servian peasantry than the speed with which their wounds have cicatrized. The surgeons are amazed, and lay the phenomenon to pure blood, untainted by alcohol. Many brought here within the last two months have recovered, and gone back to the front.

One of the moet Interesting hospitals is in charge of the Russian corps, in the local exposition building. Nearly all the nurses here are stamen of good family, a number of whom got, experience in the Russo-Japanese war. Enter this ward. That blond young woman ironing sheets near the door in the corridor is the daughter of the Russian ambassador. These are wounded Serrtan officers in here. It is the Ylalting hour. In Serria, it is the custom to congratulate a soldier who receives a wound. In comes a dumpy old peasant woman, her wrinkled face beaming, and drawing forth an orange from her clothes she toddles straight toward one of the beds, where follows a tender greeting between her and her soldier son. Speak to this handsome young fellow. “Yes, sir, I was one of the 60.000 Servians who went to help the Bulgarians around Adrlanople after our own work was done. I was wounded in a skirmish in the trenches. But you should talk to’that officer over there. He is a major and a hero." “I got my wound at Koumanova—or. rather, my five wounds." His face lighted up with pride as he spoke. "We had driven the Turks back that day and at night they tried to retaliate. We charged them through the dark and I was caught in their volley. The Servian officer, sir, is always at the head of his men." In the next ward are some private soldiers nearly well. One is playing a rustle flute andi other ' are dancing “koto.” the national country dance, with some of the pretty Russian •arses.

Here are more Berious cases. That old man —what Is he doing here? “Yes, sir, I am a ‘last defense’ man. I was engaged with others In the rear guard, burying some dead, when a band of Moslem villagers suddenly fell upon us. I was shot before I could drop my‘spade. We drove them off, though, and they ran up into the hills.” Upstairs Is a large ward of Turkish wounded. Do not imagine because Russian sympathies are with the Servians that these stricken enemies get any the worse treatment On the contrary, it is almost as if the doctors and nurses took a pride in being kind to these vanquished ones.

HAS FUN WITH SPEEDERS

Missouri Boy Makes Life Miserable Like a Puncture. Kansas City, Mo. —Fanner boys in the vicinity of Oak Grove have a new trick which they are playing on city autoists who burn up the county road In that section. Henry Sieben. with Mrs. Sieben and William Wolf, former alderman, and Mrs. Waif, while motoring along the rock road in the eastern end of the county recently bad the trick played on them. “I guess we were hitting it up at about a 50-mile clip,” said ' Henry, “when I distinctly heard a puncture. I whistled for brakes and stopped the machine so suddenly I nearly lost my guests. 1 “'Did you hear anything?* I asked Billy Wolf. “*You’ve got a tire puncture somewhere here,’ he informed me, thereby confirming my worst suspicions. ‘lt’s a puncture sure/* said the women, and then I knew I was on the right track.” «*., Sieben said he got out his testing apparatus and other tools and started in to locate the trouble. All of the tires were found Intact and the for-

MAY ASK $143 A DAY ALIMONY

Rich Mrs. Cameron Buee Husband Because He Didn't Get / Home Early. New York.—Whether Mrs. Marguerite Stone Cameron, who lives at the Hotel Savoy, will limit her request for alimony to SI,OOO a week remains to be seen when motions in her ysuit for separation from her husband. Alpln W. Cameron, are heard in Justice Page’s part of the supreme court. “Mrs. Cameron will not ask for as much as |3,000 a week.” said Mrs. Francis W. Stone of Cleveland, the young woman’s mother. "Whether she will limit it to SI,OOO I cannot say.” Mrs. Cameron is as wealthy in her own right as is her husband, who is the son of the millionaire head of the Alpln J. Cameron company, yarn manufacturers, of Philadelphia and Chicago. But the Intimation reported to be' conveyed in the papers filed by her lawyer, former United States Attorney Gen. John W. Griggs, is that Mrs. Cameron seeks to discipline her husband by drawing heavily upon his pocket book. No hint of serious disagreement between the Camerons so far attaches to the wife’s suit Mrs. Cameron will allege, so her lawyers admitted, that the cause of estrangement has to do merely with Mr. Cameron’s seeming inability to reach home early in the evening. The Camerons made their home at Ridgewood, N. J.,' for several years following their marriage at Atlantic on October 7, 1903. Ridgewood, a pretty settlement of the ultra-exclu-sive type, is accessible only by a railroad. Mr. Cameron was oftentimes kept late by business at the New York offices of his father** ooncern. 360 Broadway, where he acts as manager. Recently Mrs. Cameron cam* to N#w York to live. She took apart-

mer wharfmaster was puzzled and somewhat worried, when Wolf, discovered the cause of the “tire trouble.” It was a grinning boy who stood behind p convenient tree by the roadside. In his hand he held a rifle, which he evidently Just had exploded into the air as Henry’s machine whizzed by. "What’ll we do, drown him?” asked Wolf. "Never,” ordered Henry, climbing out from beneath the machine where he still was searching for a break of some kind. "Be a good sport Let him nail the next sucker.”

POSES AS GIRL FOR YEARS

Mother Had Too Many Bona, 8o Disguised Hla Bex, Even Father Being Deceived. Victor, Colo. —After masquerading as a girl for 18 years the sex of Irene Moynahan was learned. He was arrested in La Junta by Sheriff A H. Weffiecke, wld, beMuie bTllf masi(hjllne appearance, decided he was a boy in girl’s clothes. Irene was on his way to visit his father In Bisbee, Arts. Until the holidays Irene had been a student in the Victor high school and ail his life had been passed off as a girl. Mrs. Moynahan, when told that her hoy had been arrdsted and that his sex had been discovered, stated that she had always passed him off as a girl because of her disappointment in having two sons. Not even her husband was aware of the boy’s sex. This was borne out by the discovery of a letter in the boy's effects by the sheriff at La Junta. The letter was addressed to hla father in Bisbee and declared that the mother was “sending a son to him as a New Year’s gift” — J Mrs. Moynahan will join her son at La Junta, and together they will continue the journey to Blabee. Irene la now dressed in boy’s clothes, furnished by the police, for the first time In hlal life. Mr. Moynahan Is a lessor of the Independence mine in the Cripple Creek district

ments at the Savoy hotel. This eliminated the railroad as an excuse. But Mrs. Cameron’s lawyers allege that, despite this, business still kept Mr. Cameron away until a late hour. Cameron, who is best known to his friends among the younger habitues of the Waldorf-Astoria, Plaza and other hotels as “Ollle,” would not discuss his marital difficulties. Mrs. Cameron’s father is Francis W. Stone, director and official in many railroads. When his daughter was married to Cameron he declared the wedding was brought about “surreptitiously." He said bis daughter was a minor and that he would “bold parties responsible for the outrage strictly accountable." Matters* were later smoothed over.

QUAKE COMMUTES SENTENCE

Convict Gets Term Reduced When It Is Discovered That Record Was Destroyed. San Francisco.—“ Jack" Black, a California convict, was able to reduce a twenty-five-year sentence to on* year, when it was found that the erthquake and lire six years ago had destroyed the record which would pat the longer sentence into force Pending the execution of his long sentence Black escaped to Canada. When arrested his offense was found not to be extraditable and Canadian officers poshed him across the line, where he was token by United States officials. When brought before Judge Duane he was sentenced to on* year at Baa Quentin. It being stated that Black'd Incarceration In the county Jail already represented a fourteen-years’ sentence, with good behavior. Black promised the court Is straighten np and reform.

VERY IMPORTANT ROOM

KITCHEN DESERVES ATTENTION BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE. —-v- ;/ If Necessary to BMnt, Let It Re Anywhere But There—Too Frequently Meet Unsanitary Corner of the House. • - y-~ A writer on hygiene has said that “the modern kitchen is a refinery, a laboratory and disinfection station and a factory.” If so, it is important to run It on hygienic lines; in many homes it is the unsanitary corner of the house. With the kitchenette habit less and less- attention-4s paid to- sunlight; ia< stead of being the cheeriest room in the house, the kitchen is often the darkest and worst vtentilated. While it is not always possible to get the ideal kitchen, the woman who rents a house should see that it is not shaded by balconies, that the range is not in some dark alcove where light and air never reach, and that the sink has proper drainage and is free from backboards where grease can lodge. In building a house stint on woodwork and furnishings rather than on the kitchen. It should be built with at least two windows, preferably so there may be a cross draught, and a third small window above the range to give light and let odors escape. Rounded corners, paneled walls and tiled floors make ideal furnishings for a kitchen, as dust and germs have fewer lurking places. If that is beyond one’s means, have a hard plaster wallvand flush with wide, tight-fitting baseboard, and give all a coat of lightcolored paint once a year, Have the paint enameled, so it may be washed frequently. A hardwood flooi* is nearly as costly as a tiled one, so the average householder must fall back on linoleum. It pays to get the best quality. Do not stint on your sink. Delay building If you must put In a wood and zinc abomination, wbicb breeds all sorts of germs. Solid porcelain la the first choice, next best is porcelainlined with tile backing, bat even , castiron is better than wood. The sanitary sink is open all around to light and air, has a continuous tiled backing, with no crevices for dirt, and the waste pipes must run separate from the soil pipes clear to Die house drain. At the right side have a draining board, and another at the left, even If It must be hinged for lack of apace. '■: , t have a shelf or rod full of hooks and a bit higher build in a closet a little wider than the sink and six inches deep. Here can be stored disinfectants, polishing materials, cloths, vegetable brushes, all the things so important to a germ-free kitchen, yet often neglected because they are not ‘•handy.” •Utilize the wall space near the range with shelves and hooks, where can be stored some of the pots, pans, ladles and seasonings always needed in cooking. If there is a corner for a hanging clock there will be less guessing In cooking. Also have a nail where "lifters’’ may be fastened by an elastic hanger—it is a big saving on tea towels. Every woman should insist upon sepervlsing the kitchen closet or dresser. In a small room space Is saved by potting this in a corner. It may have a flat table surface, with shelves above reaching to the ceiling and below zinclined bins to hold sugar and flour at each side. Between the bins, which should be quite narrow and open like a drawer, have a closet for pots and pant.

Filled Cookies.

One cup sugar, one-half cup butter and milk, one egg, three and a half cups flour, two teaspoons cream of tartar, one teaspoon each of soda and vanilla and more flour if needed. Put cookies In a pan, put one teaspoon of filling on each, not letting it come to the edge. Then put another cooky on top. Bake in quick oven, taking care not to scorch, as it takes longer to bake than single cookies. Filling— One-half cup each of sugar and water, one teaspoon flour and one cup chopped raisins, figs or dates, or a portion of each. Cook until thick; stir to prevent burning. This filling is nice tor layer cakes also. These cookies are very nice—most favorite among children. • ‘ " '*

Cleaning Velvet.

Btretch the velvet tantly, pile side upward, over a basin of boiling water. As the steam rises through the velvet get a second person to brush up the pile briskly with a stiff whisk. If the material is really dirty and not merely crushed and flattened, sponge it lightly with benzine, taking care that there Is no artificial light or fir* in the room in which the operation is performed, and also that there Is no draught leading to an apartment containing heat or light of any kind.

German Potato Pancakes.

Take four or live large, raw potatoes and grate them. If very watery, dip some off. Use one or two eggs, one tablespoon flour, one teaspoon salt. Mix together and fry Ilk* other cakes, but us* plenty of lard. Very fine tor lunch.

Com Ragout.

Cut scraps of ham or bacon in small squares; fry brown, add six ripe tomatoes, peeled and sliced, and the grains cut from six ears of com. Cover with boiling water, season with rod pepper and salt, and cook slowly one-halt hour. Serve hot with toasted bread.