Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 109, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 May 1913 — Page 3

AN ARRANT FLIRT

And He Was the Most Adoring and Forgiving Fellow in the World. - By CLARISSA MACKIE. Sttlly Barton flew into _the privacy of her own little sitting room and—.slammed the door. As she flew she tore a letter into tiny bits. In her haste to toss the remains of the offending missive into the Are she stepped on the lazily outstretched paw of her fox terrier. With a shrill yelp of pain and indignation Bobs limped over to the sunny bow window and licked his paw. Instead of comforting him with loving words, Sally merely glared at her pet and ousted Peterkin, her beloved oat from the coziest chair. Peterkin found refuge beside the outraged Bobs and they took counsel together, with many furtive glances toward their mistress; each prepared for instant flight in case Sally renewed But Sally had quite forgotten them. By this time her anger simmered down to cold hatred. She nodded her sunny head emphatically. “I didn’t believe it possible that I could hate Dick Lester —but I do — I do! To think of his daring to-b-break-k off o-our engagement —not even giving me a ch-chance to see him again and explain about my motor trip with Mr. Sears. How hateful he is—l am glad that I am not going to marry him—just fa-fancy being ti-tled down to such a p-perfect bear of a hus-husband!” , The obnoxious idea quite overwhelmed Sally, and she bowed her head and wept softly into her pink palms. . ■: Slowly Bobs limped toward her, one soft ear cocked Inquiringly, his brown eyes melting with pity. Peterkin paddted silently after him, purring buzzily. Peterkin's cold nose on her cheek roused Sally from her tearful meditations and Bobs’ paw on her knee brought a pathetic smile to her lips. “Oh, you poor dears!” she cooed over them, “did your missy treat you cruelly? Well, if you only knew, Bobs —you’d never, never like Dick again!” Whereupon Bobs, who had tender recollections of Dick Lester and of many blissful frolics with that misguided young man, promptly stood .on his hind legs and squinted at his own black nose where there should be placed a lump of sugar or a bonbon. "Get down, you silly thing!” cried Sally crossly, and Bobs, much subdued, retired to the hearth rug and Icept a .wary eye open for further trouble. r Sally sorrowfully reviewed the stormy period of her engagement to Dick Lester. If Sally had not been an arrant flirt and Dick the most adoring and forgiving fellow in the world the engagement would have lasted longer. Long suffering Dick had delivered an ultimatum two months before the catastrophe and Sally had been as prim as a Quaker maid. But there came a summer temptation to take a run out to the country dub with an old admirer, Jimmy Sears, and Sally had wickedly, I will not say thoughtlessly, because she realized what she was doing, thrown over an appointment with her fiance and gone. Of course Dick appeared upon the scene, black-browed and quite unapproachable. All Sally’s attempts at reconciliation had been in vain and when as a final effort to soften him she offered him his freedom —Dick accepted it, and this was his hateful letter she had just received. “Best for you and best for me,” he had said just like the words of the old song. If Sally Barton had not loved Dick devotedly, she would not have cared a rap, for there were adorers in plenty waiting for her smiles —but she did love Dick, and therein lay the tragedy.

“Best for him not to marry her!” How dreadful that Dlckshould feel that way about it —why she had crown so accustomed to the Idea that she was the only girl in the world for Dick, that now she was smitten with sudden fierce jealousy that he really might be attracted elsewhere and perhaps was glad to be rid of her. "Where Is Dick?” asked Mrs. Barton at luncheon. "I thought he was to lunch with us.” "I don't know —and I don't care much,” quavered Sally stormlly, and her mother sighed and thought “Oh, dear, I do believe they have quarreled again! I was sure Dick of all men knew how to manage Sally, but I’m afraid he doesn't, after «11. She needs a firm hand.” Sally pecked languidly at her food and hastened back to her room when the meal was over. She dressed for the street and, taking the delighted Bobs with her, went to the park. It was late winter, with a suggestion of the coming spring in the softening air and the melting blue sky. Bobs strained at his leash and made tentative bounds after the dusty brown sparrows. Sally walked with her eyes on the tree tops and the cottonwood cloucft above. “If I should ever be engaged to him again I’d marry him at once,” mused Sally, apropos of nothing. So it was something of a shock to round a curve

in the path and come face to face with Dick Lester and Ethel Long. Dick was leading Etnel’s huge mastiff, Prince Kam, with a perfectly maddening air of proprietorship. Before the three could exchange greetings -the heedless fox terrier had leaped joyfully at his friend Dick.' Prince Kam uttered one throaty growl and intervened. There followed a confusion of girlish shrieks, shrill yelps from Bobs, ugly rumblings from the mastiff and a sharp exclamation from Dick Lester. Then Dick, warding off Prince Kam with one arm, gave the whimpering terrier into Sally’s trembling hands. "You better take him away, Sally,” he said quietly. .. “But you are hurt, Mr. Lester,” interposed Ethel, laying a hand on his wrist streaked with blood. “Prince -Kam ripped me—it’s nothing,’’ murmured Dick, but’ he looked quite white. Sally lingered wistfully while Ethel whipped Dick’s handkerchief from his pockpt and proceeded to deftly bind the wounded wrist “I’ll take him around to the doctor,” nodded Ethel reassuringly as Sally Turned away. “I’m sorry that poor Bobs was frightened, but Kam is so jealous—l shall whip him soundly!” She shook a reproving finger at the chagrined mastiff, whose eyes appealed for forgiveness. .“I am sorry about Mr. Lester,” faltered Sally and she went away so unlike her usual jaunty little self that Dick’s anger was melted. Ethel Long walked silently beside Dick. Her mind was busy with the events of the past few moments. Why had Sally called Dick "Mr. Lester?" Had they quarreled? “Of course you will relieve Sally’s mind about your wound,” said Ethel as they parted. “Certainly, blushed Dick, and Ethel was positive that the lovers had not quarreled. “Oh, Bobs,” wept Sally into the fox terrier’s ear that evening. “Oh, Bobs, If you hadn’t jumped at him today, I would not have endured seeing her binding up his wrist—it was my place to do that, or It used to be!”

A pair of hands came around the corner of the big wing chair and masculine arms enfolded Sally and the frantic Bobs in a close embrace. “Oh, Sally, darling, are we still engaged?" whispered Dick. Sally smuggled a wet cheek against his. - “We will have to be,” she sighed; “Bobs will break any disengagement we undertake!” (Copyright, 1913, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

One-Legged Chick Scared to Death.

Charles Snyder, head keeper of the Bronx Zoological Park, is brokenhearted,. for his famous one-legged chicken is dead, relates the New York Times. The chicken was brokenhearted, too, but the ailment was the genuine article, for It was scared to death. Charles, a rattlesnake, is accused of the crime. The chicken had been the chief talk of the park for some time, because it was born with only one, leg. Although of the conventional Plymouth Rock variety, the youngster made its appearance on Keeper Snyder’s farm at Scarsdale about two months ago, with only half the regulation underpinning. Snyder took his pet to the park to exhibit it to Curator Dltmars. The place of exhibition, however, was badly chosen; for it was the reptile house. The sight of the chicken proved too much for Charles, who set up a vigorous rattling and attempted to strike. Other snakes joined in, until the chicken, fascinated and then frightened, dropped dead in its track (singular). Jealousy on the part of the snakes because of the superior number of legs possessed by the fowl is given by Keeper Snyder as the reason for the snakes* behavior.

Lions’ Heads on Fountains.

Most of the things that are customary with us had some good reason for their origin, though we are apt to accept them and not Inquire what that origin was. The water in a great many public fountains, whether for man or beast, comes out of a lion’s head. Did you ever stop to think why a lion’s head should be chosen in preference to any other design? This is said to be the reason: Among the ancient Egyptians the rising waters of the River Nile was the most important event of the year, as it meant life and prosperity to the .whole nation. This rising of the waters always took place when the sun was in the constellation of Leo, or the lion. So they adopted the shape of a lion as the symbol for the lifegiving waters of the Nile, and all their fountains were carved with a lion’s head. The Greeks and Romans copied this symbol, and so It has come down to us. —Tit-Bits.

When the Kaiser Was a Boy.

Queen Alexandra's wedding in March, 1863, was the first ceremonial function attended by the German emperor. He was then a small boy of five and of a fidgety disposition, so his uncles, the dukes of Edinburgh and Connaught, were told off to sit next to him and keep him in order, says the London Chronicle. The service was long, and presently he began to shuffle his feet A warning nudge admonished him, whereupon, according, to Bishop Wilberforce, "the infant prince knelt down and bit his two uncles in the calves of their legs, not playfully, but in deadly earnest, that they had much ado not to cry aloud with pain.”

HENRY PHIPPS' Gin TO HUMANITY

Two views showing the Phipps Psychiatric Institute given to the Johns Hopkins hospital of Baltimore by Henry Phipps of New York. The top picture shows a front view of the institute. The lower picture shows the rear view with the gardens. This is the greatest as well as the finest institution for the treatment of the insane in the country and cost 11,500,000.

SHIP’S UNIQUE TRIP

Voyage, Just Completed, Will Seldom Be Duplicated, With the Opening of Panama Canal There Will Be Little Necessity for Long and Dangerous Trip Around the Horn. Philadelphia.—The three-masted full rigged ship Aryan, the last wooden ship of her type to be constructed, in this country, and one of the few at present under the American flag, has arrived here from Fort Blakely, days, in which she rounded Cape Horn. The vessel’s arrival recalled the glorious days of the clipper ship, when the fearless American skipper and his crews made the stars and stripes supreme on the seven seas. More than ordinary interest wad attached to the vessel’s arrival because of these features and because she carried a cargo of 1,000,000 feet of Gregon pine, the first to be received here in 15 years. The timber, some of it 90 feet in length and nearly two feet square, was packed solidly aboard the ship. Nearly 180,000 feet of it was stacked on the deck. Capt James McLachin, the captain, said the voyage was uneventful, but the log book told a different story. Two winters and three summers were met on the voyage, with four hurricanes thrown in for good measure. Lightning played its pranks on one occasion. A mirage was seen, St Elmo’s fire illuminated the ship, and at times she sailed through the lurid glare of seas lit with phosphorescence. A young shark was captured and his tail was attached to the bowsprit for good luck.

The vessel began her long trip at eight o’clock on the morning of October 20. About twelve hours later she struck a gale, which tore off the outer bobstays. On the next day the fore upper topsail was carried away. Nature sent the crew a Christmas present when they were 66 days out It came in the form of a mirage of a beautiful tropical Island. Everything on it was plainly visible. Despite the coolness of the weather at the time, some of the seamen say they even felt the warm wind that must have been blowing over the spot The strangest part of the voyage

THEIR LIVES FOR THE CZAR

St. Petersburg.—At the reception of rural delegates recently the chief of a rural district council delivered a con-

Cur of Ail the Russias.

gratulatory speech to the czar, which concluded as follows: "Believe, sire, that our lives are for you. Believe that at the first call wo will rise like a thick wall, and will sacrifice our lives like Ivan Soussalne

was experienced on New Year’s day. The vessel was roaring along on the edge of a hurricane. The wind from the northwest was blowing 75 miles an hour. Rain came down in sheets and the crash of thunder sounded like a battery of heavy artillery in action. Lightning flashed from the skies at frequent Intervals. One bolt struck the main skysafl yard and leaped in bounds from it to the upper foresail, to the lower foresail and then to the crossjack yard, which it snapped off. Second Mate William Swater was standing beneath the mainmast Near by stood Augustus Rose, and cabin boy Fred Hart was passing with a tray of food. The pipe which Swater was smoking was broken off at the stem by the lightning. Rose’s* wooden leg was shattered and the tray of food was tossed into the sea. A pine log about 85 feet in length and about 18 inches square was split in half as though by a saw. The last hurricane of the voyage, on January 30, tore away every sail. The vessel sprung a leak just above th® water line. The Aryan was constructed 20 years ago at Phippsburg, Me. She will probably be the last ship from this port to make the voyage around the Born, as the opening of the Panama canal will sound the deathknell of such tripe.

SAVES BABES: HELD AS THIEF

Nurse Arrested on Employer’s Charge of Stealing S6OO After Rescue of His Children. New York. —After rescuing two children from a burning house March 10, Mae Benlein, sixteen years old, was arrested recently on the charge of stealing S6OO worth of jewelry untouched by the flame. The charge was made by the father of the chidlrqn, Georgp H. Murray, a broker. On the night of the fire, Mr. and Mrs. Murray went to a theater. They returned to find their home almost burned down and to learn that Mary Benlein had twice risked her life to save the children, and had herself been overcome by smoke. Naturally, she was acclaimed a heroine. Her salary was increased and she was assured that she would be taken care of for the rest or her life. While the

(a peasant who is said to have saved the life of Czar Michael Romanoff in 1613 at the cost of his own) for your precious life, your family and the glory of our country. "Reign for ou; glory, reign in order to Inspire fear in our enemies, oh on thodox cur!” The emperor embraced the orator amid cheers and the playing of the national hymn.

MAN IN PERIL SAVED BY A BOY

Holds Unconscious Man In Standing Position Between Moving Trains In Now York. New York.—Henry Ellert of Moonachie. N. J., saved Victor Elsasser, also of Moonachie, from death at the Woodridge railroad station. Ellert was on a train which had started when Elsasser attempted to get on. He missed bis footing and fell on the rails beside the train and was stunned. Ellert saw that an express train was coming*' jumped from the train, ran back and lifted the unconscious man and held him standing between the two moving trains.

Farmer's Wife Mother of 18.

Stillwater, Okla. —A son, the eighteenth child, has been born into the home of Mr. and Mrs. George Mitchell. Sixteen of the children are living. Mitchell la a prosperous farmer.

SHUT MOTHER IN THE CLOSET

Door Closed on Her by the Infant Has a Spring Lock and No ' - “ Inside Knob. Bellefontaine, O Mrs. R. W. Southard, wife of a manufacturer/ was imprisoned in a closet in her home five hours by her two-year-old son Robert, who pushed the closet door shut. Mra. Southard went into the closet, under a stairway, to hang up a shawl. The baby toddled after her and shut the door, which had a spring lock. There was no knob inside the door and Mra. Southard could not release herself. She called and tried to explain to the baby how to open the door, but the little fellow became confused. She then told the child to go to the telephone and call his" papa, which he undertook to do. The receiver was heavy and he dropped it, thus leaving the telephone open. Worry over injury that might happen to the baby while she was imprisoned caused Mrs. Southard to coax him near the door.* With a long hatpin she somehow caught his clothes sufficiently to hold him so that he would not be harmed in falling down a stairway or in numerous other ways that the mother in her prison imagined. Toward evening Mr. Southard called from his office by telephone. The telephone operator informed him the telephone at his home was open and that she could hear a baby crying. Hastening home, Mr. Southard was met by the baby, who had become released, who led him to the door of the closet When he opened the door Mrs. Southard fell into his arms. All the closet doors In the Southard home are now being fitted with inside knobs.

WANT SAFETY FOR JEWELS

Theft Amounting to $300,000 Has Aroused the Anxiety of New York Dealers. New York.—As a result of the recent $300,000 gem robbery, the greatest in many years, dealers in precious stones here have been taking stock of the defenses which safeguard the $500,000,000 worth of gems In the Malden lane district In consequence the public now has a better understanding than ever before of the wonderful system which protects this treasure against theft Each Maiden lane concern under electrical protection Is assigned a box in which Is deposited a sealed envelopecontaining a key to the office and the signature of those authorised to open the safe. When an alarm Is sounded and the key removed to gain entrance to. the office a record is made and the key Is again sealed by the proprietor or sole authorized agent A report is also submitted each week showing when the signal for opening closing the safe was received, with additional data as the case requires. Thus it is seen that the burglar meets obstacles which are almost impossible to overcome. By day the protection of the Maiden lane district Is none the less strict and seldom Is It that even the most clever crooks dare to venture Into the section below Fulton street's line."

family was finoing a new home the girl was sent to her grandmother. A detective went to the grandmother’s home and looked over the girl’s

Mao Benlein.

things. Jewelry and clothing miss* ed by her employers was found.

Marry Beside Woman’s Coffin.

New York. —George Helfgott, a young lawyer of this city, and Miss Viola Regina Lewis were married beside a coffin In which lay the body of the groom’s mother. The unusual procedure was tn accordance with a wish ot 4 Mrs. Helfgott that the marriage lie performed beside her casket

Dead Man by Parcel Poat

Denver, - Colo. —“Here is a dead man," said a parcel post clerk as he held up to the view ot his fellow clerks a package nine Inches square and weighing seven pounds. It contained the ashes of Edward E. Knotts, the package being addressed to his widow at Sim Francisco,

AROUND THE CAMP FIRE

STORY OF FREMONT’S GUARD . Unforgetable Ride of Seventy-Five Mlles and Attack on Springfield, Mo., In War. MaJ. Mason Jackson, United States army, retired, who was a member of Gen. John C. Fremont’s memorable bodyguard commanded by Major Zagonyl, tells a story about a fact of history connected with Major Zggonyl's forced march of 75 miles and attack on Springfield, Mo., early in the war, which, as the relator says, “ought not to slumber any longer.” It was an unforgetable ride—7s miles In $1 hours, with one short feed for horse and a chunk of salt beef, without bread, for man, writes Lieut. Col. J. A. Watrous, in the Chicago Record-Her-ald. "When a few miles from Springfield,” said Major Jackson, "the major learned that the Confederates were 4,000 strong. His force was less than 500. ‘"What shall you do, major T asked one of his officers. course,’ was the reply. “A mile from the city we came to a piece of road fenced on both sides. Down that we charged, with all the fury of a cyclone, until a large force of the enemy, concealed, opened fire, killing 15 and wounding 25. Then we fell back, took a new position and again. That time we drove the Condeferates and captured ther city. »

"At night, learning that General Sigel, who was on his way with Infantry and artillery reinforcements, could not reach there until the next day, Major Zagonyi fell back 25 miles. History has recounted this, but here is something about which history has been silent for more than 48 years: "Among the wounded from the enemy’s first volley was a corporal of onr troop, Doctor Sloane of Cincinnati. Ho was not badly hurt When he could walk, which was soon, he began the practice of his profession as a surgeon, caring for the wounded. In Springfield he found a well supplied hospital that the Confederateshad suddenly left. Teams were secured to convey the wounded of both sides to the hospital, where wounds were dressed and several amputations were made. "About midnight two Confederate officers came to the city under a flag of truce. They were taken to the hospital, where they asked permission to bury their dead. Corporal Sloane was in his shirt sleeves and they readily believed his story that he was thecommanding officer’s chief of staff, and about to retire for the night. “ 'Be seated, gentlemen; I shall have to rdfer your request to general Sigel.* "It mattered not to Corporal-Doc-tor Sloane that General Sigel was at least thirty miles away, for he was soon back and informed the Confederates that General Sigel complied with their request. Then the corporal commanding went on with his work of caring for the wounded. "It Is true that Major Zagonyi captured the city, but Corporal Sloane and his wounded companions held it for some hours. .1 think history ought to tell that —don’t you? "General Fremont not only had a large and attractive bodyguard, splendidly mounted,” continued Major Jackson, "but he had an ample staff, larger than any other major general’s at any period of the war. "I used to see General Fremont'stwo boys about headquarters. One of them, F. P. Fremont, was a major of the Fifth infantry. The other, Charles Fremont, is a captain In the navy. Charles was a lad of seven or eight at that time. The general had the quartermaster get a pony for him and herode about with the staff or bodyguard. One day he said: peneral Fremont, this pony is too small for me. I want a horse like the rest of the staff/ and a large-sized horse was supplied. The youngster looked like a monkey astride the great animal. "There was much alarm in campone evening. Th'S’modyguard had returned from an expedition witbout Charley Fremont. Mounted men weresent to search for him In all directions. He was found, five miles away, riding deliberately toward headquarters. An old fanner had Invited him- ■ to stop for a luncheon and he had accepted. Luncheon over, the farmer had gone with him to the road and told him to hurry back to camp. It was good advice, for guerrillas had already begun operations in that part of Missouri. I have always believed.' that our marching party that evening saved some pretty good timber for a rear admiral of the navy, to which rank Captain Charles Fremont la working up.”

Polite (?) Repartee.

"Why don’t you get your earn cropped?” twitted a big teamster to a little Irishman who was driving beef cattle to camp. "They are a precious sight too long for a nun." “Are they?" said Paddy, turning around and looking his assailant full in the face. "Then, be Jabers, yours are much too short for an ass.”

Bacon Tonic for the Canary.

While the canary is moulting tie a piece of bacon fat In Its cage. It Is a. tonic and will Improve its song.