Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 40, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 February 1913 — Page 3

MRS. SIMMS' GUEST

Romance in City Girl’s Visit to Wild and Woolly Cowboys’ Camp. By LOUISE MERRIFIELD. “What’s her name again, Mis’ Simms?" . “Jessamine.” Mrs. Simms went on kneading dough placidly, just as if she didn’t know six separate and distinct male heads were looking into her two windows. Curly coughed and took a fresh start, urged to action by sundry surreptitious attacks oh his anatomy from the rear. Time was fieeting.and Jager’B Junction demanded ‘an explanation. “Why didn’t you tell us she was coming?” This merely as a mild reproof. “Didn’t want to stir you all up, boys,” smiled back Ma Simms. ‘‘Anyhow, she’s jußt here on a little visit to me.” “Relative?” \ “By marriage.” “Say, now, look here, Ma Simms,” Cimpy Lane tried arbitration. “We’ve always treated' you square, ain’t we? Here we are located on the raw edge of nothing, so to speak, and you the sple female within sixty miles. Ain’t we treated you like so many adoring and respectful sons for ten months?” “I’d like to see you try any other methods, Gimpy.” Ma Simms beamed at him pleasantly. “There’s no Credit at all to you f6r the way the place has settled down. I’ve labored over you, boys, like a mother, and I’ve fed you on wholesome food, but I'll not bring out Jessamine and introduce her to one of you, so you can .go your ways. She don't care to meet you, she says herself. She came out for rest and study.” I Curly suddenly vanished from sight, drawn backwards by the jealous and hasty actions of the two Dolans, whose view he obstructed. Immediately there rose a chorus of yells and shots such as only Jager’s Junction could produce on short notice in this enlightened hour of progress and prequent trains. Ma Simms tucked the edges of her last loaf under deftly, picked up the rolling pin, and sauntered forth. In the dust of the road lay one Dolan. Curly was perched astride th? younger one, his hair towsled like a frightened terrier, handing punches with short and swift exactitude. The We“er' MS tooX iif the tableau, and she pursed her lips. Overhead, in the one little window above the restaurant, Jessamine looked forth for diversion. Chin propped on her palms, she stared down at the boys, serene and amused. She was cool and sweet and clean. Her fair hair was braided and wound in close, soft bands about her head. Her eyes were long and Bleepy.most provocative eyes, and her nose was a bit tiptilted like the corners of her mouth. “Go right inside, Jessamine,” said Mrs. Simms, firmly. Jessamine met Curly’s upturned glance with interest. "They didn’t hit me, Aunt Roxy," she said Bweetly. Hit her? Curly sprang up, and plucked his hat off the earth where the Dolans had danced on it. He bowed like a courtier to the Juliet at the upper window. He begged her pardon brilliantly for the idiotic and lawless practices which such coyotes as the Dolans forced upon a peaceful and progressive community. “That's all right,” said Jessamine. “I’m coming right down.” "You’d better stay there, Jessamine,” Ma Simms insisted, seeing the mounting intention in Curly’s eyes. “The boys are harmless and don’t mean a. thing. I’ve told them you wanted to be quiet and study.” “It had lots of effect,” laughed Jessamine. And then she did a rash and feminine trick. She deliberately dropped her handkerchief from the windone a crumpled square of linen, with an embroidered “J” in one corner. Gimpy got it, being nearest, and defended his possession with a new short range automatic that even Curly thought well of. Gimpy’s pony stood near, bridle hanging while It munched the clover around Ma Simm’s dooryard. And war started in camp at that Identical moment. Gimpy was in the saddle and racing for the foothills before the rest knew his intent. The rest followed —all save Curly, whose pony was grazing in the creek pasture below the blacksmith shop, waiting his turn to be shod. When the rest of the crowd returned, perspiring and dusty from a ninemile chase, but with, the handkerchief preserved, and Glmpy’s apology forthcoming, they found Curly and Jessamine hunting pink and white lady slippers down where Curly swore he’d seen some growlog. Ma Simms received the handkerchief and the apology with a sniff and sent them ail on their way, but Curly lingered until moon rtifti, and he carried back with him the memory of her voice, and the trick of those sleepy long lashed eyes that had a way of opening suddenly very wide, like an interested child. After that he rode down to the junction every night while the rest of the K-T outfit stayed out at the ranch. Some nights Gimpy rode in too, and brought his violin. Jessamine said she loved music. Curly sat on the doorstep to the lean-to, listening to the two of them, Gimpy playing, and Jessamine singing. He hated Gimpy those nights, and before Jessamine (had arrived the two had been close

pals. Sometimes qow as he rode, knowing Gimpy’s pony followed, he almost Wished he ha<} the nerve to face about, and dare him to a straight fight the way men used to settle snch things. Then he would wonder whether she loved Gimpy, and how he could face her supposing he were to put a, billet through him. £o he took the straight path and rode down one night early. Gimpy was there before-him. He saw him sitting beside her on'the rough wooden bench under the eucalyptus tree. He saw that Gimpy was agitated. He leaned forward and tried to take her bauds, but she pulled them away, and then Gimpy made a quick dash for her, and she laughed. Curly heard her laugh. He felt’ sbrry for Gimpy. Even if she didn’t want him, it wasn’t kind tcT laugh. He knew a fellow like Gimpy was too good to laugh at. He turned and rode the other way a couple of miles, to make sure the game was an open one. When he came back Gimpy was gone. And she looked so pretty and tender In the moonlight that Curly forgot the other man. “I don’t suppose you’d care for a fellow like me, Jess,” he told her, standing with his back to the wall, head up, eyes pleading. “But I thought maybe von dld T from the way you looked at me, and the way we’d talked, don’t you know? It Isn’t much of a life out here for a girl, but my (Jad’s Bheriff down in Colorado, and he’s made good, and going to run for county treasurer, and I can go back there any time, and step into the heir apparent’s shoes. And mother’d love you like forty.” “But, you silly boy,” said Jessamine, laughing. “I’m not a bit in love with anybody here. I just enjoyed having you boys come down and sing and play for me. I’m going back home next week, back to Chicago, and I’m going to be married. I hope you won’t mind. I’m so sorry, you know.” “Mind?” Curly stared at her fixedly, at her lovely eyes and soft satinsmooth hair, and all the rare girl grace of her, and his heart hardened. “I didn’t know you were In earnest, Curly—” she began. “Yes, you did. too," said Curly, firmly. “And you knew Gimpy was, too. You just led us on, and made fools of the two of us. ’ And we used to be pals, too. Why, say, I’d almost have killed Gimpy for you. And you say you didn’t know I was In earnest.” He stopped suddenly. Ma Simms stood in the doorway, arms akimbo, eyes keen and bright. “Now, what’s this nonsense, Jessamine?” she demanded. “Which one did you take?” , ■ jessaintorcoveferße'rfaeewithtef arms, and cried silently. Curly was fumbling with his saddly straps. “She’s engaged to somebody in Chicago,” he said, bitterly. ' “She threw both of us boys down.” “She ain’t engaged to anybody, Curly,” retorted Ma Simms flatly. “She's ju,st told you that because she’s afraid you and Gimpy will get into a shooting scrape over her. Jessamine, you look Curly* in the face and tell him the truth, or I shall myself.” You’ll fight and get hurt,” faltered Jessamine, and in her voice Curly caught a new tremulous note that sent the blood leaping in his veins. He swung around on her, and pulled her arms down. “Jess, say you wouldn’t care, would you?” And somehow her arms went close around his neck, and Ma Simms went back Into the house and shut the door. (Copyright, 1913,, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

IS THE PARADISE OF CATS

In No Other Country Is‘Pussy’s WellBeing Btudled More Carefully Than In Germany. Germany is the paradise of catß. In no other country, except, perhaps, Egypt, where the cat used to toe regarded as sacred, has pussy’s well-be-ing ever been studied more carefully than It is in the Fatherland today. In Germany people are not permitted to throw things at cats, even when the animalß are preventing them from sleeping. The proper course to pursue is to pursue the cat; in other words, follow it home and thus having ascertained whom the serenader belongs to, to make a complaint which, if unheeded, can be followed by legal proceedings. Now German law has solemnly laid down the circumstances —and the only ones —under which a cat may be shot. A lieutenant named Klotz, who lives in Berlin, shot two and dire is thd penalty that has befallen him for thus destroying eighteen liveß. He has been fined S3O, or sl6 per cat, besides having to pay all costs. A Teuton Judge has decreed that the owner of birds or any bird lover in Germany Vho suspects a cat of having marked a certain bird for its own must wait until he catches the feline in the very act of pouncing on its prey. Then he may shoot it, but not otherwise. A cat may not be molested even if it is seen sllnkfig away with your canary in its mouth. That Is not conclusive evidence, according to the recent Judicial decision. ' In deciding the Berlin case, the Judge severely condemned Lieutenant' Klotz’s action in massacring the cats without positive proof that they meditated the destruction of his raven. The learned magistrate held that the cats, having been “scatted" once could have been "scatted” again without recourse to bloodshed, and he incidentally laid down the law for catkilling as set forth above. Whether the cats of Berlin laughed or not when they heard the verdict is not known, but it certainly was enough to them.

MAN’S SPIRIT A THIEF

Professor James Declared to Have Robbed a Guest Is , -r*., ■ Psychical Research Leader Tails of Weird Conference With Departed Thinker —Boy Medium le Cut by Razor Blade. '* X . New York. —William James, who was professor of philosophy at Harvard when he died, August 26, 1910, and who, before his death, promised his friend, Dr. Jameß H. Hyslop of the American Society for Psychical Research, that he would strive to send such messages from the spirit world as would demonstrate Indubitably the truth of, spiritualism, has been trying once more, according to Dr. Hyslop, to communicate with Hyslop and others. Ptof. James has been communicating lately through the medium of a fifteen-year-old boy, who, as Dr. Hyslop says, is the son of s a clergyman known on both sides of the Atlantic, and who is apparently normal In -every-other- wayr fexuept for the pßychical control under which he falls when the light is turned off. Dr. Hyslop began his experiments With the boy on November 20, 1911. There was violent table tipping and levitation, in which the table rose two feet from the floor. Then an attempt was made for the “translation of objects ;’’ that is, to see whether the spirits would move objects from one room to another, ’" X... “Doors were closed again and the lights turned out” Dr. Hyslop reported. “In a few momentß something fell, sounding like two objects. Up went the lights, and within two feet of each other were two pairs of scissors which belonged In another room. The next were a nail cleaner and the boy’s knife, both from the room upstairs. Then a drinking cup struck the boy on the head, and seemed to have hurt him. '““In the next experiment the boy suddenly exclaimed that he was cut The light was turned up and his right thumb was bleeding at the root of the nail, and the chair on which he was sitting was found to have a neat slit in the leather covering.” Presently razor blades were thrown into the room, the electric light bulbs were smashed with a violently thrown stone sand a book was hurled against the boy’s head. At a similar seance later a man with Dr. Hyslop complained that bin pocket faad~taoe3r picked. A spirit had abstracted a two-bit piece. Dr. Hyslop asked Prof. James to give a distinct proof of hiß identity. James replied: “I took you to paradise and you—” (Pause.) “Hang it all! I took you to lots of places. I took you once into my study and we agreed on a sign. You remember?” Hyslop did not remember, and the spirit of James, apparently vexed, answered excitedly: “Hyslop, Hyslop! Your undivided

Says Tramp Is Not a Hobo

President of International Association of Unemployed Defines Claseee. Chicago.—Tramp—A man who roams the world but will not work. Bum —A tramp without ambition to travel. Hobo —A migratory worker. Anyone wbo has an idea that a tramp, a hobo and a bum are identical Is sadly mistaken, according to Jeff Davis, president of the International Association of the Unemployed, the dignified name for the hoboes’ union. Davis tqld members of the Chicago Federation of Labor that there is a great difference between the three classes, of men, and that they should be careful in judging the “down and outs.” “If a man applies at a farmhouse with unshaven wblßkers and outstretched hand, asking for a ‘bite to eat,’ and then runs away at the sight of a wood pile, he Is a tramp,” Davis said.

“If a man sits all day on the curbing in front of a ‘barrel bouse,’ without nerve or ambition to look for work, be is a bum. “But when a man applies at the door of a farmhouse and asks the right to work for a few hours to pay for breakfast, he is a member of the International Association of the Unemployed—a hobo.” Davis yesterday afternoon asked the Chicago Federation of Labor to speak of the organization he represented In terms of respect because the members are union men. ‘We were forced to* organize for self-protection,” he said, after defining. the three classes of “down and outo.” "When the police could not tell the difference between an auto bandit and a man looking for work they arrested men who could not produce a sample of the coin of the realm, and booked them as ‘bums.* “Society has been Investigating the hobo for a thousand years, and now the hoboes are going to investigate aoclety.

“This Investigation will be made at the convention of the hoboes’ union, to be held at New Orleans. We are going to ask that any member of the hoboes’ union with a card In his pocket be given the right to vote at a national election, no matter In what part of the country his fancy may Igad him"

SINGING TO SUPPORT YOUNG MOTT

Mrs, Frances Hewett Bowne, whose most recent photograph is presented here,' eloped last May with J. Lawrence Mott, third son of a millionaire Iron manufacturer, and is helping to keep the wolf from the door of their little home in Hong Kong by singing in public. Hector Fuller, the erstwhile war corespondent who went to Hong Kong in an effort to bring Mr. Mott back to the home occupied in Riverdale-on-the-Hudson by his wife and daughter, returned recently and reported the failure of his errand.

attention, undivided! Hands off the table!” The spirit continued rapidly: "Better summon friends to make an agreement and not follow my example locking up my papers on which all hangs. Now that I am dead 1 can not describe it. Wait till 1 can And it. “If you find the paper, on top you will find my sign, at the bottom a coat of arms of the duke of Fairfax with two swords crossed above a helmet, and an arm holding another like my sign, picture to the left myself, wife to right, mother in the middle. Ready?” At the time of the death of Prof. James there was a story current to the effect that he bad left with some member of his family or some friends a sealed message. The report went that Prof. James told the one with whom he had left this message that

GABY DESLYS GEMS STOLEN — i Robbers Enter Wardrobe Car on Train and Break Open Ten Trunka With Axes. New York. —The wardrobe car of Gaby Deslys, which reached this city from Albany over the New York Central, was found this afternoon to have been broken open and ten trunka rifled. Miss. Deslys figured that she had been robbed Of jewels valued at $75,000, but the railroad officials, while admitting that the trunks had been smashed and the contents tossed about, were non-committal as to the value of gems stolen. Miss Deslys said that among her Jewels were three strings of pearls, a large butterfly worked in diamonds, several rings and other gems. This would be her loss, she declared, provided all her Jewels were stolen. The pearls Include some given her by exKing Manuel of Portugal. The famous ring he gave her is still In her possession. Railroad detectives and the police are working on the case. They found that the thieves had used an axe and after prying open the locks or breaking in the backs of the trunks had distributed the contents all over the car. t , On the floor of the par was found one loose pearl of large size and a pearl ring. Both these jewels were claimed by Miss Deslys.

ASK CURB ON EASY MARRIAGE

Delaware Governor Would Require Blx Daye' Residence In State Before, Ceremony. - Dover. Delaj— Revision of the marriage laws of 'the state “in order to restrain youthful, hasty marriages and' to prevent elopements into our state from other sections of the country." was the principal reoommendattzn of Gov. Charles R. Miller in his inaugural address. He urged a law requiring residence within the state for at least six daye by one of the parties to the marriage. Gov. Miller le a Republican, while all the other state officers are Democrats. The Democrats also control the legislature and will select a United States senator.

after his death he would report the message from the spirit laud. When the envelope was opened and was found to contain the message as was sent by the dead professor it would forever establish the proof of the splrThroughout the various seances the spirit of Prof. James caused the boy to write or express a secret sign—the greek letter omega—that had been arranged between James and Hyslop, and the spirit made other allusions, which, says Dr. Hyslop, could not possibly have been made by the boy medium.

Aged Lonely Couple Wed.

New York. —“W 6 were lonely," was the reason given by Henry Kuhn, a widower of seventy, and Mrs. Julia Schmidt, a widow, also seventy, who took out a wedding license:

URGES KINDNESS TO COWS

Wisconsin' Man Writes a Series of Injunctions to Dairymen and to Milkers.

Madison, Wis. —"Speak to a cow as you would to a lady”—the motto of an early Wisconsin dairyman—ls also the message of Malcolm H. Gardner of Delavan, Wis., superintendent of the Advanced Registry HolsteinFriesian Association of America, who was one of the speakers at the annual meetings of Wisconsin live stock breeders’ associations here. “If a person desires to Install a music box In his stable," runs the Gardner philosophy, “It may be that it will work all right, but the less of singing, whistling and loud talking there is the better it will be. Indeed, talking of all kinds except the low spoken, soothing words of the milker to the cow, should be prohibited. No man who hates milking and dislikes cows can make any great success; there must tm sympthy between the cow and the milker. Motherhood and milk production go together. Treat the cow like*a mother. Be kind; it will pSy, and pay big.” The “personal equation.” according to Mr. Gardner, represented by the regard the cow has for her attendant ‘gives hand milking an advantage ovef the machine. There is usually a vast difference In results, he says, the milker who gets the cow into position by pushing the leg of the stopl Into her flank and then kicks her on the shin to make her step back and the man who gains the same ends with patience and gentleness. “Who can blame the cow for wanting to kick the first man?” he says.

TELLS WIVES “STOP NAGGING”

Brockton Minister, Also Married Woman, Warns Others Against the Habit > Brockton, Mass. —Rev. Mrs. Myra C. Hoyt, pastor of the Wales Avenue Free Baptist church believes that nagging by married women is one of the chief reasons for the domestio unhappiness. “The reason why so many men prefer to -spend their evenings away from home Is because of the nagging of their wives.” declared Mrs. Hoyt “If women reslly want the companionship of their husbands after the business of tbs day Is over, they should stop their nagging.”

WAR REMINISCENCES

ONE SWEET BREATH OF HOME Pretty Incident in Porto Rico /MI MSProtocol Was Signed—Girl Plays “Btar Spangled Banner.” The American commissionera of evaluation had been in Porto Rico’s capital perhaps two weeks. It was lonely at the hotel. There were, besides the. commissioners- -and, • theirstaffs, a dozen or fifteen other Americans about the place, mostly correspondents and merchants, who were following closely in the wake of the army and navy for business reasons; They all hobnobbed together In a brotherly sort of way, but the language all about them was Spanish—which none understood except Admiral Schley. The proprietor of the hotel was a Spaniard, the cooking was essentially Spanish, the one bathroom was alio essentially Spanish, being very dirty, and altogether, despite the courtesy of the Spaniards and the natives, It was not very pleasant. Everyone was longong for home. . - One evening after a particularly bad dinner the Americans had gath-. ered in the interior court of the hotel to talk over matters. Admiral Schley was naturally the center of the group. Next him sat General Gordon, while the general’s son, a lieutenant in the army, and Lieutenants Sears and Wells and Ensign McCauley, of the Admiral’s stitff, were close by. While they were talking there > entered a dark-haired, dark-skinned girl who looked to be no more than 13 years of age. She must have been older, for later it developed that she was a wife. With her was her hnsband, who on this occasion was mistaken for her father. The girl strolled nonchalantly to the piano and her husband took a chair by her side. Running her fingers lightly over the keys she played some Spanish air. For a moment then she stopped and a ripple of polite applause ran around the room.

The girl turned half way on her stool, smiled pleasantly, and again touched the keys with her fingers. And what a thrill went through every American in the room as the nbtes of “The Star ed forth! Here was a breath of home, coming unexpectedly, to some of the men who had helped to make this home a place of which to be proud. With a common impulse they rose to their feet and stood In silence until the hymn was ended. The little girl faced around agalh, smiling at the applause which greeted her delicate compliment. "We thank you." said the admiral In his sweetest way, and everyone bowed. The Spaniards had beard the song and they peered from their rooms and peeked into the conn irom the hotel office, not sourly, but in wonder at this defiance to their flag. But -no one said a word in opposition, no doubt accepting the situation as part of the transformation then in process. Not for many a day had that song been played In San Juan, because even to hum it on the street would 1 have served as a signal for the mob to rise. But this Porto Rican girl had broken the ice and thereafter there was always the solace of American music for the exiles.

RED SHIRT WITH A HISTORY

Garment Was Worn During Civil War by Edward Smith of Los Angeles—Now on Exhibition. An old red calico shirt that waa worn in the Civil war by Major Edward D. G. Smith, a brother of Dr. S. L. S. Smith of San Angelo, is on exhibition in the window of the Pioneer drug store. The shirt has a history, and it has been carefully preserved by Dr. Smith, says the San Angelo Weekly Standard. Major Smith was wearing it when, as superintendent of Confederate transportation on Red river, in 1963, he was captured by the federate at Fort De Rusey, La., with a garrison of 230 Confederate soldiers. He had it with him in federal prisons in Baton Rouge and New Orleans. Major Bmkh's career as a Confederate prior to his capture, including service in the battle of Shiloh, Miss., and Perryville, Ky., among other encounters with the federate. At Perryville a bullet wound in his chest proved fatal years afterward, although he was out of the hospital in Just a few weeks’ time and received another bullet in his body at Nashville. In a letter from Memphis to Dr. Smith In San Angelo, in 1886, the major describes the *battle of Shiloh and discredits the story that the Confederates did not surprise Grant at that place.

Paddy’s Prospect

At the lengthy siege of Vicksburg an Irish recruit, who was posted with a musket upon one of the outposts, was accosted by an officer with: "What are you here for?" ‘ Faith, your honor," said Pat, with his accustomed grin of good humor, “01 belave I'm here for a cintury."

An Instance.

“Do you believe that color can Influence people?" “C ertainly. If you don't believe it, look at a man when he’s blue."