Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 53, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 March 1913 — Page 3

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How Polly Irving Heard of the Last Twig on the Family Tree. , ■ —■— * i BY IZOLA FORRESTER. "For me?,” repeated Polly. She Siad opened the door of room four ■barely enough to see the mite that stood waiting there. “Are you sure you’ve got the right room, Dan?” Dan was positive he had. He had been sent up to the principal’s office for misbehaving, and had been used as a handy messenger in any emergency case. There was a gentleman up there who wanted to see Miss Irv- ... Now, the strangest part was that to Polly’s knowledge no gentleman so far had evinced any yearnihg to see Miss Irving in all Miss Irving’s life, and especially since she had become a kindergarten teacher. So she hesitated, wondering what sort of an agent had located her there. “Well, you may bring him down here, Danny," she said finally, and iDan sped away. Polly, went back to her desk with fluttering pulses. It was hard to face jeveDu the forty pair of Inquisitive childish eyes watching “teacher.” There was a tiny round mirror lying in her desk drawer, long unused,' but now, just for an instant she lifted It cautiously out, and looked at herself. She saw gray eyes, rather serious and a very decided chin. Polly loved to !tell herself that she had a decided chin in spite of the dimple there. And there was a kink In the fair wave of hair, too, but still, she was a rather nondescript type of girl. She had heard ever since she had been knee high to the table, that she had- no Charm and no magnetism. One grows to believe a thing after it has been drummed Into one steadily. The color rose in her face at the kdock on the door. It was not a timid one. “Come,” she called. “I'm looking for Miss Irving,” said a rather boyish voice, and a head was intruded into the sacred precinct of rbom four. “Can you spare teacher just a minute, children?’” “Yezzlr,” rose a buzzing chorus. Miss Irving went to the door, and atepped out into the hall, puzzled and jrather on the defensive. “You’re Miss Maullne Mary Irving?” he asked, smiling down at her. “Yes, but I don’t care to buy anything at all,” began Polly firmly. “Don’t you?” He was really laughing now, “You will later, Miss Irving. I bring you very good news. My name is Maynard Talbot. I have hunted all the way from London to Chicago for you.’’ “From London?” repeated Polly, wonderingly. “Why?” “You are chief legatee under your granduncle’s will. I can’t explain so hurriedly, but it’s a matter of twenty thousand pounds, about one hundred thousand dollars. Sir Robert’s solicitors sent me over to find you. May I wait until school is over?” “If —if you like,” Polly faltered. She gave him a chair near the desk, and tried to conduct that last half hotfr of kindergarten as she had done for thirteen years, ever since she had been a girl of eighteen. When it was over, and the last little lass had thrown her a kiss at the door, she sighed, and turned to the young man from Londontown. “Now tell me all about it,” she said. “*I knew father had relatives abroad, but he died so long ago, and mother was from New England, so we rather forgot the British branch.” “The only twig left on that branch was old Sir Robert,” said her caller, ■cheerfully. “I’ve seen him several times, whenever I had to run down to Tiverton Manor. He died about seven ■months ago. There are several very good country places, but those go to the next of kin. The money was his private fortune, and he willed it to your father or his heirs.” “Will I have to go over there to live?” asked Polly. “Dear, dear, no. You may live where you like. I’m going to. I’ve just put ill my money into land up In Alberta, British Columbia, you know. All of Us younger sons have a hankering for your west and our west. There isn’t much for us nowadays over home, and the new generation doesn’t care to hang around on bones and leavings, ao to speak. And when a chap’s not talented, he might as well take to the open, and hit a niw trail, don’t you think so?” “Listen," said Polly, eagerly, leaning forward, her hands clasped over her knees, her eyes shining. “Why couldn’t I do that too? Why couldn’t I hit a new trail, as you say, and ppt my money into something way out there where it Is all new and free? I’d love to.” “But it's no place for a girl you know,” Talbot told her seriously. Tm not just a* girl,” protested Polly. “If I were twenty and pretty it might be different, but I’m not I’m thirty-one, and very ordinary—” “Oh, but you’re not, you know,” he declared. “Yes, I am,” Polly insisted. “I never expect to marry, but I want a great big place of my own that I can ride over and run as t like. I shall go west with you, Mr. Talbot" Until the clock up on the wall pointed to five Talbot tried to argue her out of it Then every day for a week he spent several hours trying to persuade her as to the proper course for an heiress to follow. Still Polly wilfullj set her face westward. Rapidly •he cleaned up matters at home. The

kindergarten was dropped at the end Of the quarter. Then when her first installment arrived from London, she began buying her outfit, and after her through the stores trailed Maynard Talbot, admiring but fearful. They grew to be pals during those days. They pored over section maps together, and visited all manner of railroad offices and outfitting places. They read up on grazing and wheat culture, they discussed mew styles in silos as well as riding boots. Polly wanted to start in on a heavy basis, but Talbot advised caution until they had become accustomed to the country and its needs. “It’s too bad you’re going to take a place of your own,” she seM, one day. “I’d like you to manage mSbe for me, ypu know.” “I’ll do it anyway," Maynard promised, as he lounged on the sand at her feet. They had strolled far out along the lake shore until the big sand dunes lured them to rest “I’ll get a place next to yours.” “Will you, Mr. Talbot? Truly?” Polly looked at him earnestly. “I think you’ve been so nice to me ever since you came, and I must ha*ve seemed a terrible nuisance to you.” “A very precious responsibility,” said Maynard, smiling up at her. “I told you the firm back home I’d look after your interests.” “Had you ever seen my picture?” “Never. I wish I had one of you this minute as you look now.” Polly looked at him reflectively, even suspiciously. No one had ever paid her compliments before. “Do you like the way I look, Mr. Talbot? 1 ’ curiously. 7777 Maynard was silent a full minute. He looked at her until she turned her eyes away from him, and then his hand closed tightly over hers as it rested beside him on the sand. And Polly laughed, a rippling nervous little laugh. “Oh, say it quick,” she whispered. “I’ve always wondered what men find to say. They seem such big overgrown, awkward, helpless boys, you know —” “Do they?” said Maynard grimly. He sat up and took her in his arms. “Well, I’m not going to say. anything.” She closed her eyes as he bent his head and kissed her. It was almost worth being a girl without charm to find your first kiss given to the one man you loved, she thought. “Now listen. We will be married here, go on to Alberta and choose our place, then cross over to England in time for the Christmas holidays. We owe some sort of decent acknowledgment to Uncle Robert.”

Polly sat up very erect. “To whom?” He looked thoroughly amused. “Uncle Robert, I said. Do you mind, dear? I’m the next of kin. I was on my way west anyway, and decided to take a look for myself at the little seventeenth degree American cousin. I didn’t know I was to find my Lady Polly. And I feared if you knew the whole truth at once, you’d be on your dignity with me, and we wouldn’t be good friends at all. Don’t you know?” Polly covered her face with both her hands, . “Oh, it/takes away all the fun of our starting out west together,” she cried, “and —and being pals.” Talbot held her close in his arms. “It doesn’t do anything of the sort, you silly child,” he laughed. “We’ll be married at once. Say yes, Polly. Polly? Hear me?” Polly nodded her head. (Copyright, 1913, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

Fostering Spirit of Criticism.

Many persons are too Inclined to say unkind things simply because they happen to be near acquaintances or relatives to one another. Remember the words of Oliver Wendell Holmes: “Do not flatter yourself that relationship entitles you to say unkind things to your intimates.” He goes on to show that we get enough unkind criticism from outside, and should receive only help and support from those in immediate touch with us. A person never regrets having done or said the kind thing; it is the cruel or unkind words and actions which bring sorrow and regret. There is no God given wisdom in one human being which should warrant him in thinking himself qualified or able to dictate to another. It is all conceit, really—the common “I know better” fallacy.

Glass-Making an Old Trade.

Each country has its distinctive types of glass, but it requires special and well-traihed perception to tell the difference between some of the English and Irish specimens of the last century, and the careful copies which are now being made of them in European factories. The latter, however, can. gererally be known by their greater whiteness and lightness of wegiht. Waterford glass is now the most sought after by collectors, but equally beautiful pieces were made in the Cork and Dublin glass houses. Glass-making cm be traced back for about 2,300 years to the people who lived on the .eastern shores of the Mediterranean, but its origin has never really been fixed. Its Ingredients are still the same, and their proportions seem to have varied very little. Silica and an alkali, that is quartz, or flint, and potash, or soda, are still used.

Possible Explanation.

“I never could understand why people dock their horses’ tails,** said Dubbleigh. “High cost of living,** said Jorrocks. “Got to dock something, these times." —Harper’s Weekly.

IS RIVAL OF EIFFEL

Woolworth Structure in . New York Is Highest in U. S. .Huge Building Scrapes the Sky at 750 Feet —Edifice When Complete Wil! Have Cost Owners $13,500,000. . r - New York. —The Woolworth build■ing, now almost completed, holds the record for height among all buildings ever erected by man’. It is true, the Eiffel Tower in Paris is 234 feet higher, but it is a mere steel skeleton and cannot be classed as a building in the sense accepted for that< term. The building proper, which occupies an area of 30,000 square feet, is 384 feet high and is surmounted by a tower, 86 by 84 feet, rising 366 feet above the main part of the building. The following list of the tallest structures raised by man may be interesting for purposes of comparisons: Feet. Colossus of Rhodes...., ;.......106 Pantheon, Rome '...160 St Isaac’s, St. Pttersburg ~..366 Statue of -Efberty (highest statue).3os Great Pyramid of Cheops ......450 St. Peters, Rome ...400 Rouen Cathedral . .490 Cologne Cathedral ........516, Washington Monument 555 H Singer Building 612 1-13 Metropolitan Tower .....70014 Woolworth Building ......750 Eiffel Tower .77..984 • 2 I, ’ _ ■_, The work of excavating for the foundations of the Woolworth building . was .begun on Nov. 4, 1910. Eixty-six caissons were sunk to a depth of 115 feet until they reached solid rock and the sixty-six concrete piers, resting on the. rock', constitute the foundation of the structure. The foundation was completed in the fall of 1911, when the erection of the steel frame was begun. The latter was completed in July of last year, and the brick and stone work was completed at the beginning of the present year. Twenty-four thousand tons of steel went into the.making of the building and the total weight of the structure is estimated at 250,000 tons. . \ The -building has fifty-five floors, twenty-five of which are in the tower, and the aggregate floor space is about thirty-three acres. The building and tower together contain about 2,000 flees, with 3,000 windows and as many doors. - - -- -■ . , -.-r To enable the occupants of the building to reach their respective floors there are thirty-four passenger elevators, of which twenty-four are grouped near the Broadway entrance, while the others are near the entrance from Barclay street and Park place. The equipment of the building when fully completed' will be thoroughly modern and as nearly perfect as it is possible to make it. The fifty-fourth floor will be used as an observatory,

STOPS QUEEN TENDING SICK

King Ferdinand of Bulgaria Orders Her to Cease Work Among Invalid Soldiers. Sofia, Bulgaria.—King Ferdinand has commanded his queen to cease her labors for invalid soldiers. She has been working very hard, both at the front and in her own hospital here, where she has German nuns as nurses. Ferdinand Is terribly afraid of infection, and will nbt enter a hospital or have a surgeon or nurse near him. He has kept his queen in perpetual quarantine because she has always

Queen Eleonor of Bulgaria.

been tending the sick and the wounded. He has aged much since the war began, for he works day and night, besides feeling tremendous responsibility. Before Princess Eleonor of Reuss married Ferdinand, who then was prince of Bulgaria, the had achieved world-wide fame tor her charitable works. For some years she lived with the Sisters of Charity at Luebben, Germany, being practically one of them. When Japan made war on Russia in 1904, she went into the field as a military nurse and remained with General Kuropatkin’s ' army until peac< was concluded.

She Broke the "Law."

Pittaburg, Pa.—-Viola Bur bach, aged eighteen, president of the Bachelor Maiden’s club of Homewood, eloped with Wilbert Webbingeram. She was the first of her dub to bflsak the "taw."

HE WILL HAVE HIS HAIR CUT ON MARCH 4

This is E. F. Bockwell of Kansas, who vowed, when McKinley defeated Bryan in 1896, that he would not have'his hair cut until a Democratic president had taken the oath of office. He will attend the inauguration of Woodrow Wilson and immediately thereafter will he divested of his luxuriant locks.

and on top of the structure, beneath the gigantic flag, will be placed a powerful searchlight. The twentyeighth floor will be occupied by a luncheon club, and in the basement there will be a swimming pool, a restaurant and a rathskeller. The total cost of the building is estimated at about 413,500,000, of which amount >4,500,000 was paid for the ground. The building was erected for F. W. Woolworth, who was born poor at Rodman, N. Y., April 13, 1852, went through public school and a business

POVERTY PARTS AGED PAIR

Couple Wedded Fifty Year* Tearfully Separate After a Technical Charge of Abandonment la Heard. Chicago.—A thread of romance, spun fifty years ago between the lives of John Goode and his then girl bride, was broken when the white-haired couple stood tottering before the bar in the court of domestic relations. It was the little, bent old woman who first quavered out her story. "I guess John and I’ve come to the parting of the road," she began. "And —and, judge, we—we were married fifty year ago—fifty year ago.” The o|d man raised his head for a moment. He looked at Judge Gemmill with apology. “You see, judge,. I am a poor man, now. I sell chewing gum on a street corner and business is poor. I —can't buy her very much, any more, and you know how it is with women; they need mor’n a man." The aged man and woman looked wistfully into each other’s eyes. "I did my best, Margaret," the man whispered across to his wife, and the old woman blinked and whispered back: “I know you did, John; I know you did.” But the story that the court listened to was not a perfect story, for the broken thread of romance was not to be mended. Although the technical charge of wife abandonment brought against the man was dismissed, the husband and wife parted In the courtroom, each to go a separate way for the remainder of life. “It isn’t that you haven’t been good to me,” the aged woman said as she hobbled from the room, "but—you know how it la with you a-selllng gum." The old man looked after her and called out his good-by answer: "Yes, Margaret, I know.”

DIGGER PARALYZED IN GRAVE

Fellow Workmen Find Him In Throes of Death In Cemetery at Guildford, England. London.—Sounds from an open grave startled men at work tn Guildford (Surry) cemetery. They found a fellow workman, who had a paralytic stroke, at thq bottom of a grave which he was digging. He died shortly after being removed from the excavation.

college, and in 1879 opened the first “flve-cent store” at Utica, N. Y. The venture prospered, and he extended his business to other cities, and now has a chain of more than 300 such stores throughout the country, from which he derives an enormous income. More than half of thd capital required for the erection of the Woolworth building was contributed by capitalists In France. The rent roll of the building is expected to be about >2,500,000 a year.

CRIES FOR HIS NEGRO CHUM

Son of His Father’s Coachman Sent on Flier to Palm Beach to Play With Vinson McLean. Washington, D. C.—" Send for ‘Jack’ Johnson,” said Vinson Walsh McLean, the $100,000,000 baby, as he gazed disdainfully at his expensive toys and other allurements of Palm Beach. "I want ‘Jack’ Johnson to play with me.” Of course "Jack" Johnson was wired for, with instructions to start at once. By the way, he Is not the pugilist, but a seven-year-old Washington darky boy. When the message summoning him arrived “Jack" almost rolled his eyes out of his

Vinson Walsh McLean.

head. He often played with Vinson In the private park at Friendship, but, to go to Palm Beach and play with him wi'. beyond his wildest dreams. To « mqueror entering a captured city ever was as proud as "Jack” Johnson appeared as he waved good by to envious friends from the window of a Palm Beach filer. He had a good cause for pride, for In Vinson’s acquaintance in Washington are scions of millionaires and youthful sprigs of foreign nobility. But he passed them all by for the fun of making sand castles with "Jack” Johnson, the son of one of his tar tiler's stablemen.

Cat Caused Darkness.

Winsted, Conn.—A cat chased up a pole hy a dbg, short circuited ths elty light wires and caused three hours of darkness.

HEARD MUSICAL GHOST

AUTHOR’S EXPERIENCE SOMETHING NEW IN SPOOK LINE. Sounds Too Long Continued to Be E» plained Away ae- Illusion, and Listeners Are Satisfied It Was a Spirit Visitor. I have never seen a ghost, but ones in the company of a friend I heard a ghost sing. ’ It was in London. I must not mention the house;because to say a house is haunted in London is criminal libeL This house was haunted. I knew it was haunted, but the ghost had never troubled me. It bothered a friend of mine who spent an autumn in the house, by tramping up the stairs in the middle of the night. It troubled my secretary, who used, to work alone in the house in the evening sometimes, by opening and shutting the doors. It troubled the police by lighting up the house and. giving a false alarm of burglars in. the middle of the night It never troubled me. I never saw it I never felt IL I never heard it till this once. It was about one o'clock in the morning. I was sitting in my sitting room friend whom I will call X, who is a well-known author. (One generally adds in a ghost story, “and who was a hard-headed man Of business, utterly skeptical and completely matter of fact” as if- that had anything to do- with it) We had jugt come in and were expecting another friend who dived in the house, and we were sitting up for him. We were talking about Swinburne’s verse, and I took down the first edition of Atalanta in Calydon, which I then possessed and which I foolishly sold for a small sum (it was immediately aft-. erward resold at an auction for a large sum and went to America, and is now in some collector’s library), and I read out a passage. As I was reading, we heard singing next; door. 1 said, “There’s Phil,” and didn’t , pay any further attention, as, 1 expected him to come in, and I went on reading. But the sidging continued. It sounded foreign—like Spanish. Thia didn't surprise us, as Phil was in the habit of singing Provencal songsThe singing went on, and as he didn’t come in, we went to meet him and opened the door. The next room was a tiny ante-room opening into another sitting room, and beyond this again was the smallest of bedrooms—not bigger than a cupboard. There was nobody there, but the singing went on; such curious singing, too; strange, alien, faint, tlnkly, as if four confused voices were singing the song of an earlier century; it was unreal and it had a kind of burr In it, as if you were listening to voices on a telephone that is out of order. We walked through the rooms and we walked through the singing, and we heard it behind us still going on; and in the bedroom we found our friend asleep in his bed. Then the singing stopped. Now, as we walked through the sitting room, I noticed my friend’s hair, in Kipling’s phrase, sitting up. I daresay he noticed the same thing about mine, or he would have done so had I any hair to notice. —Metropolitan. , :

Photographing Thoughts.

Not long ago the claim was made in Japan that Japanese scientists had actually photographed thought. Just how thoroughly the scientific world at large was convinced of this is a question, but the announcement did create considerable discussion. Dr. Max Bass, of Clark college, Worcester, Mass., evidenced unusual interest in this, and; in his discussion he observed that a good way of taking photographs of thoughts would be to expose the film in a vacuum tank while the subject whose thoughts were to be caught on the sensitized plate would lean hid head against his tank. Another method which might result in some Interesting results, according to Dr. Bass, might be to take an unexpesed film roll, and have two subjects unroll it in a dark room and each develop it together; at the same time they should not speak, but should each continue to think intently upon some single subject previously agreed, upon. ,

Where the Doctor “Fell Down."

A family physician, calling at a north side home a few days ago, was admitted by a solemn-faced little girl, seven years old, and found himself summarily dismissed from further service In the family, despite the fact that he was attending the father, who was ill. “And may I ask why?" he queried, as he had believed himself a favorite with the small person before him. There was no hesitancy in the' reply. “Because,” said she, “you corned here for a long, long time and you never have brought a baby to this house. Elinor J —’s doctor brought them a little brother las* night and we want a new doctor.” —Indianapolis News.

Then He Followed Sult

The shade boldly strode through the portal and addressed St. Peter. “L” he said, "am a vaudeville headliner. I made an International reputation as a singer of popular songs. On earth I was some guy. I presume my accommodations here will be in keeping with my reputation?” “Certainly,” agreed 8L Peter. “I > have you in my book under the title ‘He Walked Right in and Turned Around and Walked Right Out Again.’” ' , ■j.jV