Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 89, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 April 1913 — Page 3

A BIT SHAKEN UP

How Margery Brown Met the ' -Knight of Her Day-Dreams. By W. DEAN BMITH. \ Margery Brown, a blue-check-eun-bonnet thrown carelessly on her goldcrowned head, ran lightly down the walk/ from the modest little cottage where she , and her widowed mother lived in frugal comfort. She swung a,tln pail gaily in time to a merry song she was humming. Widow. Brown, standing in the doorway, her eyes alight with tender affection, watched the girl as she unlatched the gate and stepped out into the dusty road. “Be careful of the automobiles, Margery,” she warned. Margery turned and waved the pail. “I’ll be Careful, mother; don't worry,” she called back reassuringly. “Come back early, dear." “All right, mother.” As far back as she could remember in the eighteen years of her life, Margery Brown’s greatest pleasure was to go picknicking by herself. Carrying a tin pail well, stocked with slices of delicious home-made bread with sweet yellow butter, ponderous sugarcookies and mfellow red apples, she would go to her favorite spot in a patch of green woods a half mile from the cottage. There, she would spend the day upon the cool grass; a child of nature,, singing with birds that flew about her head undismayed, and playing with a tiny red squirrel she had tamed. Towards dusk, she would return home, glorying in the beauty *>f the descending sun, and bubbling over with the sheer joy of living. Today, she was more quiet and pensive than usual. The dream-light was in "her soft blue eyes, and a tender smile upon her lips. A most wonderful book by chance had fallen into her hands, left by a peddler ostensibly as a gift to Margery but in reality as payment for the generous meal for which the kindly and hospitable Widow Brown refused to accept money. It was a most wonderful book, Indeed. It told all about the fair ladies and dashing knights of old. Filled with the romance of those bygone days; and wishing In her secret heart that a knight in armor upon a mail-clad steed would daßh up and carry her off, breathless and affrighted, yet happy, Margery walked slowly along until she reached the woods. She sought out a resting place —a velvety expanse of short-cropped grasß beside a tiny brook that sang and gurgled musically. She gave herself up to the quiet spirit of the perfect June day:" The drone of bees and the purling* of the little stream lulled her into a drowsiness which soon caused her to fall asleep. She awoke with a start A furious noise broke the stillness about her. For a moment, half asleep as she was, she thought that the knight of whom she had been dreaming had really come, and that the sound she heard was the clatter of his horse’s hoofs. But'Bhe soon realized it was not like anything she had ever heard before, and she became frightened. Tlfe sound came from high up in the air—a continuous rattle, sharp and penetrating. Suddenly, it ceased. In the silence that followed, she heard the rush of a mighty object just above her, and the swishing of the foliage as the treetops were violently agitated. Then came a crash on the outer edge of the woods. Margery sprang up and ran to the field beyond. There she saw a tangled mass of wires and sticks and canvas. She hastened to the wreckage, then paused In fright, her face blanched. Underneath what was left of the aeroplane lay a man,'a trickle of blood across his forehead. With a gasp of horror, the girl tried to release him; but she could not move the pieces of wire that held him fast. She abandoned the attempt, seeing how useless it was, and ran back to where she had let her lunch. She dumped it onto the ground, and filled the pail with water. Hurrying to the unconscious man, she dashed the water into his face. He stirred uneasily, then opened his eyes. “Are you hurt badly?” asked Margery anxiously. “If I am, I’m glad of it," he replied, as he looked with admiring eyes upon the beautiful girl. “Isn’t there any way to get you out?" “If you’ll fuss around in that junk heap and find me a pair of pliers, I’ll be free in a jiffy. Thanks,” he continued, as Margery tumbled an armful of tools within his reach. With a few swift cuts, the aviator severed the wires that held him. He drew himself out of the wreck carefully and got to Mb feet He was somewhat unsteady, but pulled himself together in a moment or so. “No boneß broken,” he announced. “Just a bit shaken up, that’s all. Is there a telephone anywhere around?” “Jim Baker has one; about a mile from Tiere,” replied Margery. “But you must come to the house, and let mother fix up the cut on your face.” They walked in silence to the Brown cottage. She saw them coming up the road, and ramanxiousiyvto the gate. “What has happened?” she cried, as soon as her daughter and the aria tor were within hearing distance. “This gentleman■ has fallen out of his airship, and he’s badly hurt Hurry, mother, and get your liniments ready,” explained Margery. “I’m afraid your daughter has exaggerated the seriousness of my wounds, madam. There are a few cuts and bruises,” the aviator reassured her.

“But ril wash off some of tjie dirt, U you doh’t mind.” * . Widow Brown took him into the house and placed the spare room at his disposal. In few minutes he 'came into the kitchen where Margery was telling her mother about the accident “My name is Durant Arthur Durant” he said. *T don’t "know how I can thank yon for your kindness and the flrst-aid-to-the-injured service rendered, so promptly by your daughter. Won’t you tell me who you are? Some day I may be able to show ihy appreciation.” The Widow Brcfwn introduced herself and Margery. Mrs. Brown insisted upon having the 1 young man stay at tea; an invitation which he lost no time in accepting. During the meal, he entertained Ms hostess and her daughter with thrilling stories of his aeroplane flights. The time flew so rapidly that dusk had fallen before any of them realized the lateness of the hour. “Really, I must be going,” announced Durant. “I fear I have already outstayed my welcome. Besides, my men at the hangar are probably scouring the country to find me, and think A have been killed.” He paused bn the steps, and expressed his admiration of the crimson rambler that hid the cottage behind a blazing curtain. “My I have a rose as a—a remembrance, Miss Brown?” he asked. “Would you really care for one?” said Margery. “Better than anything I know of,’*’ he replied. Margery broke off a tender flower, and with trembling hands placed it in the coat of the young aviator. “Thank you—very much —and goodbye,” said, Durant, lifting Ms cap, and striding away hurriedly. Margery watched him until his broad shoulders melted into the surrounding dark. There was a new and tender light in her eyes as she slqwly entered the cottage. Three months passed, and the whole country rang With the exploits of Arthur Durant, the greatest and most daring aviator that ever guided an aeroplane across the heavens. But he had made a higher and more lasting conquest than that of the ,air. Not many days passed after that first afternoon in June until he had visited the cottage of the Widow Brown. on each occasion, with trembling little hands, Margery Brown placed a rose in his coat when he went away. One evening she placed something else in his keeping for all time —her heart And tomorrow would be the wedding day! Bright and early Margery was up, flitting here and thdre about the dear old cottage to say farewell to her girlhood and the simple homely things that had made ttso~-happy;-“The Widow Brown bravely kept back the tears, and a quiet, motherly smile hid her aching heart. At high noon a graceful aeroplane swooped» swiftly down, and skimmed lightly to rest in a field near the cottage. Arthur Duranlf stepped out of the ’plane and caught Margery in Ms arms as she ran to him eagerly. “My Crimson Rambler,” he murmured, as he kissed her. And as they Sailed away in the aeroplane, upon whose wings was painted in dainty red letters the name of the flower the man and the girl both lbved so well, Margery Snuggled close to her lover and sighed happily. “My knight,” she said softly. “The knight of my day-dreams.” (Copyright, 1918, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) '

Extracting the Principle of Plants.

A new method of obtaining the active principles of plants in the Btate in which they exist in the fresh plant is used with success by the French scientists, Prof. Perrot. By his means he obtains extracts of a different nature from what are given in the usual processes where dried plants are employed. Such extracts can be used to great advantage, as they contain the active principles of the plants in a more suitable and unaltered form. Thus, by his process, the leading active principles such as alkaloids or glucosides and diastases are preserved in their complex combinations just as they existed in the eells of the plant, and under this form it is found that their action on the human body is Identical with that of the fresh plant Such combinations are rendered star ble by treating the sterilized powder of the freshly dried plant by alcohol so as to make an extract. This is then evaporated in vacuo and then freed from from fatty matted, wax, or resin, then dried by a cold process. Such extracts are soluble In water.

He'd Quite Forgotten.

The bachelor-about-town, after a night out with soihe live wires in his set, had managed somehow to find Ms home. But he could not sleep because of a splitting headache. He summoned his valet and asked for something to straighten him out. The valet mixed a certain drink, then prescribed a walk of half an hour, with another of the certain drink to follow it The bachelor took the prescription, and feeling refreshed, asked his valet what was the biggest tip he had ever received. After hemming and hawing for a moment the valet, swallowing hard, replied: | “One hundred dollars, sir.” The bachelor thereupon gave him a check . for two hundred. Next morning the bachelor said to his valet: “By the way, Alphonse, what idiot gave yon that hundred dollars?” “You did, sir,” replied the valet, “when you first came home last night** - ■■ v . ■

FIVE THOUSAND BIBLES FOR WASHINGTON HOTELS

The Gideons, an orgaMzation of Christian traveling men, prepared Washington for the inauguration crowds by distributing among the hotels this stack of 5,000 Bibles. The books weighed five tons.

OLD DAYS RECALLED

Joseph Cisler Was One of Michigan’s First Settlers. Pioneer Was Related to Gen. Winfield Scott and Told of Incidents Not Recorded In History. *■” T' " Detroit, Mich. —By the death of Joseph Cisler at his home south of Mlddlevllle, the last link connecting Barry county of the present day with the very first settlers of the early days has been severed, writes a Hastings (Mich.) correspondent Joseph Cisler, who resided, in Monroe when the common topics of conversation were the battles in that vicinity during the war of 1812: who knew intimately the historic chiefs of the Ottawa nation; who was a companion of Albert E. Bull, a noted trader of three counties; who received an academtc education, and who was at one time one of the most" widely known men In Barry county, <jied In obscurity. Cisler was a genuine product of the early days. He conversed about the early days and prominent personages of those times as though they were present Cisler was born In Lycoming county. New York, Feb. 7, 1826. His mother was Rachel Scott, cousin of Gen. Winfield Scott, noted leader In three wars. In making the Journey to Buffalo Cisler’s mother carried him upon her back as she traveled afoot His parents settled at Sandy Creek, near Monroe, In 1830. Everywhere were the ruins of houses burned by the Indians and British, but new houses were being erected among the ruins. As a boy Cisler was Intensely Interested in local history and spent much of his time digging for relics among thq ruins. At Knagg’s tavern, about eight miles from Monroe, the Cislers wore acquainted with a Frenchman who sympathized with the Americans during the war, and he related an incident of unusual interest and one which is not recorded in Michigan history. The British offered rewards for the scalps of Americans, and savages lay in ambush near all of the settlements, waiting to pick off any one who appeared. The government offered a reward for-carrying the mail through the enemy’s lines and the Frenchman said two other Aien started on horseback to deliver the malls. They had gone only a few miles when they found a fire on the trail. Apprehending at once why the fire had been placed there, the Frenchman sbonted to his companions, “Follow me!” and dashed through the flames. His companions. unheeding his command, went round the fire.' Two rifles were fired, and the men were never again seen. The vicinity of Monroe was rapidly settled, and . Houston Cisler, loading his goods Into an ox cart, made bis way along the wilderness trail leading to Gull Prairie in 1836. They left Bronson, now Kalamazoo, and followed the old road to Yankee Springs, the famous hostelry on the Grand Rapids stage road. The Cislers located on Bull’s Prairie. In Irving township. Here young Cisler led the life of all pioneer children. He entered the employ of Albert E. Bull of Massachusetts. who conducted stores at White Pigeon. Bronson and Prairie Rondo, or Schoolcraft Cisler made the acquaintance of all of the pioneers of this section, and mingled with the Indiana, whom he knew intimately. During the Black Hawk war the Clslers did not Join the throngs of frightened settlers who returned east They had no fear of the Indians, whom they often doctored when they were 111. Grand Rapids, Gulf Prairie and other puces were known only by their Indian names. Chicago was one of the Important trading points for the settlers in this vicinity. Mr. Cisler prospered. He owned large tract* of land, and was one of

the leading men of Ms community. But all of his property dwindled to nothing and he spent Ms last days on a small sand farm in Yankee Springs township, across which ran the trail his long vanished red brethren traversed years ago. He was married five times. Until the last few months he refused to leave his unprofitable farm, where he resided alone, until (me of his sons succeeded in persuadng him to reside with him. The old man, sitting under a tree in his dooryard, was a familiar figure during the last few years.

CZARINA ACTIVE IN POLITICS

Wife of Russian Ruler Arranges for ■ v Meeting Between Czar and King George. St Petersburg—The czarina of Russia is. taking extraordinary interest in industrial politics. It was learned that she has arranged all the

Czarina of Russia.

details for a meeting between King George of England and Czar Nicholas in the near future. She is said to have been largely responsible for influencing the czar to befriend the Balkan states in their war against Turkey.

USE FIREMEN IN BIG RAIDS

Higher Up Circles in New York Gambling Fraternity Are Upset by Ruse.' New York. —Higher up circles of the gambling fraternity were upset by raids which were made simultaneously upon eight big alleged gambling establishment* in the Fifth avenue and theatrical districts. Several features of the raids were spectacular and novel. For the first time in the history of the police firemen were used to assist in the raids. As the police in eight taxicab parties, ander command of Inspector John F. Dwyer, swooped down upon the suspected places firemen gained entrance by either pretending to be Inspecting the buildings or by* shouting “Fire!" If successful in getting in the police squads followed; If not, axes and crowbars forced entrance. Bat in all of the eight places there was no one to arrest. In some mysterious manner the alleged proprietors had aH been “tipped off” and suave butlers left in charge. The collection of gambling Instruments and furnishings, however, was one of the finest the police ever laid hands on. The seven vanloads carted to station houses were valued at $25,000/ Some of the “stuff” was from the place formerly occupied by Richard A. Canfield. Relics of his de luxe parlors, including Tare paintings and tapestries and other art treasures, were found still to adorn the walls. , 1 * *

TEACHERS HIRED FOR LIFE

Swiss Pedagogue* Receive Small Pay. but Are Person* of Consequence. Says School Head. Thurgau.— “Nearly 90 per cent of the teacher* In Switzerland are men." says W. K. Tate, supervisor of rural schools In South Carolina. Mr. Tata has just returned from a three months’ investigation In Switzerland under the auspices of the national bureau of education. "Five hundred dollars is considered a good salary for a teacher. After a life-time of service he may go as high SBOO. Living M cheaper there than here, however, and in addition to his salary he 1s given a dwelling, a certain amount of garden land and wood for fuel. Rls dwelling is generally in the same building with the school. His position is of considerable local importance. Aside from his duties in the schoolroom, he is often secretary of the local creamery association, leader of the village band, organist in the church and general intellectual guide the community. “When a teacher is engaged It is for life or a long term of years. ' He settles down with the people whose children he teaches, and expects to make that particular Job his life ’work. Changes are rare. Twelve new teachers in one year in a system of 240 was considered very unusual. The record for continued service in the same village is held by a teacher in Thurgau, who has occupied the same position for sixty-five years. One teacndr that 1 visited has held his position for twenty-four years, and his father held the same position for thirty-five yean. “One of the most attractive features of the Swiss schools is the cordial personal relation that exists between teacher and pupil. There is nothing of the military in the discipline of the school; no lining up; no marching to classes. When the children go to the classrooms they shake .hands with the teacher, greeting him as if they had not seen him for a long time and are really glad to see him. The whole relation is one of charming naturalness and kindliness on both sides.”

Hires a Hall tor Family.

Bast Pilasburg, Pa.—With 127 descendants, most of whom were present as his guests, Michael K. Cocbenaur had to hire a hall In which to celebrate his sixty-fifth birthday anniversary. I

ACTOR BECOMES A PRIEST

Michael J. Byrne of “Eight Bells" Fame Will Take Church Vows at Age ot Fifty-four. Baltimore, Md.—lt became known here that Michael J. Byrne, former actor, one of the Byrne brothers of "Eight Bells” fame, will be ordained a Catholic priest at St. Francis’ academy, Loretta, Pa. Confirmation of the tact was obtained from Or. John F. Byrne, a son of the actor, who lives here. After the death of his wife abont five years ago Mr. Byrne decided to become a priest. He will celebrate his first mass at bis old home. Norwich. Conn. Mr. Byrne is fifty-tour years old.

CORN CONVENTION MAN 104

North Dakotan of Great Age Is Registered as a Student %f State's Convention. Grand. Forks, N. D.—William Huggins, one hundred and four years old. has enrolled as one of the students at the North Dakota corn and clover convention, to b« held at Grand Forks soon. Mr. Huggins Is a pioneer of this state, having come here from Canada many years ago. He Is Interested la diversified farming and says that M s young man should always keep up with the times.”

CLEANERS KEPT BUSY

MUCH WORK IMPERATIVE IN GREAT RAILROAD YARDS. ' -v. Housewife Would Be Delighted With the Thoroughness and Efficiency Bhown —Most Modern Appliances Are Put to Use. * Jr. - - - liousecleaning on a railroad is a continuous performance. It is done

the throes of spring cleaning in a house of over 11,000 rooms! It sounds Impossible, but something very like it is done in all the great railroad yards of the country. In fact, a bouseof 11,000 rooms could be V little matter for the men in charge of cleaning railroad cars. In the immense yard at Sunnyside, L. L, over 11,000 cars are cleaned every month—more than 350 a day—and only the cars on long distance trains and dining cars are handled here. When, the Sunnyside cleaners begin, first the carpets are removed. The housewife takes up hers once or twice a year, but four days is the outside limit iu a car. They are taken to a platform constructed for the purpose and every particle of dust removed by the suction of a vacuum process. In the meantime, what has happened to the car? Here compressed air has been at work. , The blowers, as the men are called, have turned a purifying, all pervading steam from their hoses into every nook and cranny. The seats are gone over and the dust swirled out of the window, giving the Impression that the car is afire. When the nozzle is turned on the window itself myriads of particles of dnst and cinders take flight from their hiding places around the sash. Next comes a man with a mop. The floors of the steel cars are made of a mixture of cement and ground cork, and are much easier to clean than wood. After they have been scrubbed thoroughly, women with cloths go over the steel framework, polishing it to the shining point Finally, after the carpets are laid, there is another careful dusting with cloths and the car is ready for another trip. So much for the interior, but do you think because the outside of the - cars are usually a glossy red that they would stay that way without care? Cars coming from the south are covered with a fine white dupt that la very difficult to remove. After a rain the dirt sticks on the smooth steel like a coat of paint. Housework on a dining car is even more elaborate. There are the silver and kitchen utensils to polish, soiled linen to be changed for clean, and cupboards to be washed. When this is done the car is stocked, and then, though it has been subjected to the process already described, everything is yubbed off with cloths again before it goes out The men who do the work may not look as neat as the housewife in cap and apron, bat let her pat her finger where she will when they have finished, she will find no dirt

Osclliating Signal.

An oscillating railway signal to act as a warning to pedestrians or vehicle riders at highway crossings Is used by the Pacific Electric railway of Los Angeles, and is built in the company's shops. As described in the Hallway Age Gazette, a hollow disk la attached to the stem of a forked rod, the arms of which are pivoted to a box mounted on top of a post and extend below the pivot to carry coun-ter-weights. The disk is lettered "Stop; Look Out,” and has at the center a pair of four-inch red glasses with an electric light between them, showing red In both directions. On the top of the box there is a twelve-inch gong. As a car or train approaches the gong is set ringing and the disk oscillates at the rate of thirty times per minute.

Passed Safely Over Piston Rod.

An express train from Inverness to Perth, Scotland, had a miraculous escape from serious accident, the other day, on the summit of the Grampians near Dalnacardoch. One of the Alston rods of the engine gave way, and getting on the line was passed over by the wheels of the following vehicles. The passengers were disturbed by the Jarring, but the train kept the rails. The locomotive succeeded In proceeding slowly with one piston to Blair Atholl, where a fresh engine was secured.

Why Conductor Couldn’t Hurry.

/ A good railroad story has started on Its rounds; A man was exasperated because of the slow speed of the train. Finally he could control himself no longer and said to the conductor; "Can’t you go any faster than this?” “Yes, air," politely replied the conductor, “but you see I hare to stay; with my car."—Kansas City Star.

Engineer's Adventure.

“It must be hard work to run a locomotive.” “Yes. But think of the satisfaction in being able to get off in front of the first car Instead, of lugging s suit case the length of the whole train.”— Washington Star.

with a thoroughness and frequency that would delight the tidiest housewife, and on a scale so enormous that it would make her throw up her hands in amazement Think of going through