Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 121, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 May 1913 — Page 2

WAS SHY OF WOMEN

So He Unsuccessfully Cut a Wide Swath Around Girls. By LOUISE OLNEY. Like other humans, Jerry McFesland longed for adventure. Like them he looked afar and net near for Its coming, forgetting that it comes oftenest clad as love, frequently as business, seldom in distant places. At thirty he had come by the prosaic paths of a country rearing, school, a boy’s pranks and dreams, a business course, loss of his parents, and a bookkeeper’s job with Stanley & Stanley, to a small silent partnership in the firm—and a healthy theory that a married man was as good as dead. Upstanding, merry, noticeable by reason of his height his Irish blue eyes and dark hair, courteous, pleasant, he was still as shy of women as a pheasant of guns. He had seen three good friends lost in the maw of marriage. Kennedy was become a money-machine for an extravagant ■wife; Harrison talked baby-talk and discussed breakfast foods and betrayed no interest in manly sports. Considine was tied to a pretty, ailing, jealous plaything of a woman. So McFarland deliberately cut a wide swath around girls. Here enters Mary Fetterling. Now a man avoids a great danger more carefully than a small one. Wherefore McFarland instinctively sidestepped the elder Stanley’s new secretary, a tall, quiet, dark girl with a wide comprehensive gaze and a disconcertingly amused look in her deep eyes. She never paid the slightest attention to McFarland, but he avoided her. He overdid the matter. Which is where his downfall begins. One vile, windy March morning it chanced that McFarland entered breezily, found her alone in the office, and was fairly fleeing past her with an aloof “Good morning,” when he received, with a shock, the first end of his yet unrecognized adventure. “Mr. McFarland,” said the girl’s even, rich voice, “please come here a moment” Wondering, he stepped back and facdd her across her desk. Anger lit her face to great beauty. “Mr. McFarland, I want you to understand that it is unnecessary and a little Insulting for you to avoid me as you do. It is too patent. I assure you that Ido not like you in the least. I have no designs upon you. I wouldn’t —marry you for worlds. You are cold and self-centered and not —generous enough to take a risk with a woman for the sake of possible—great happiness. You couldn’t —love if yqu wanted to —it isn’t in you.” The young man caught his breath at this low-spoken, astonishing tirade, but the girl went on unmercifully. “Is this all!” he asked gravely. She shook her head. “Not quite. I care so little what you think of me that I dare speak like this! Your avoidance brings unpleasant comment on me here. Mr. Stanley remarked yesterday that you seemed to think I might eat you; Mr. Rogers and Miss Mason wondered how you managed to cut such a wide circle around me. I overheard. They laid a —bet that you would never even go down the same elevator with me —and that finally I would succeed in—landing you,’ was was their word.” “You—mistake my attitude,” he said, but she interrupted. “Excuse me—your attitude is nothing to me. All I ask is that you treat me no worse than the rest of the office fixtures. You don’t swerve three yards around a chair. Yet the chair is less indifferent to you than I am. I am not a menace—you needn’t flee from me —visibly. It makes it—embarrassing for me." Her sweet voice made her words seem unreal, but she finished by swinging her machine into place and sitting down to work just as Miss Mason entered with a knowing glance at the two. All day Mary Fettering felt watobed, and McFarland was coldly, furiously uncomfortable. How dared she speak so? And —was she right. He knew she was.

Things happened right along after that. First, McFarland had night sessions of reckoning with his own thoughts. Was he selfish, was he incapable of—loving—well, not Mary Fettering, of course, but any woman? His mind went over her hot attack, remembering the fire in her deep eyes, the tremble of her lip, the bite of her cwords. What a virago of a wife she would make so other fellow! And yet—! He laughed in his lonely roonf*one night as March was raging Its lion-like way out into April to think of her courage in berating him. He should have reproved her. She had the best of him. Now he wanted to 'lock at her and dared not. When he did, he no longer found the little amused gleam in her eyes. He thought her pale.• Once he deliberately waited and went down to the street with her, he addressed commonplace remarks to her —always her that made him fear to face her alone —she might drive him away. One shining April morning Stanley, Sr,, made trouble. Old eyes are unseeing. He called McFarland to the Inner office and talked over a big deal. The young man’s clear head took it in perfectly and added strength to the scheme. His elder, with delight, shifted the matter to younger shoulders. “Now," he finished, "you know the dozen firms we have to get, McFarland. You have a captivating style— In letters. Get busy. I’ll sign them I In the morning. Call Miss Fettering

in and dictates! have .Cv to a board meeting. What’s up?” “Can I have Miss Mason ’instead?* Stanley stared and then laughed. “Miss Mason?” His look made the young man angry. “Boy, it you must, choose someone who'ls class. She isn’t quality. Miss Fettering, joking aside, must take these letters. They are important and she has a long head —and a short tongue —” Fettering thought he knew something about her tongue. “What ails, you, McFarland? Your face is black —" “You are mistaken,” McFarland said coldly. “Any stenographer will do. It was simply that Miss Fettering dislikes me extremely, and —” The older man laughed amusedly, incredulously. “Clever girl,” he commented while McFarland’s wrath mounted high. “Clever girl and afreet, but dislikes and business don’t go together. She can take her evenings to hate you in. Now about those letters?”—He went out with some details of Instruction on his lips. “Miss Fettering,” he said, parsing her, “please go directly ’to my office and take some dictation from McFarland. Get them out, if you can, today so I can sign them in the morning. They are important,” he added confidentially. Without a word the girl took her book and marched in to face McFarland. Her eye met his coolly, and she sat down and poised her pen waiting for him to begin. Something about her maddened and embarrassed him, he set his teeth with a desire to shake her, .make her cry. He would have liked to see her cry. With a wish to be cruel he began dictation at a speed that would have swamped a less rapid stenographer. He kept her a good two hours of hard labor, reading back, erasing, altering, till his letters suited him. Finally he was so cross that he begged pardon and received a cool little bow. But he had the satisfaction of seeing her grow pale, and watching a line deepen between her level brows. He noted the fine symmetry of her cheek and chin, the heavy hair, the trim, elegant figure. She, at any rate, was certainly' “class.” And he noted bitterly that when he was through her exit had the air of a triumphal escape. She always got the best of him. He was going to call her back and berate her as she had him, but he didn’t —she wouldn’t care. In that nioment he knew that he wanted her to care. His misery was conscious. No torture lasts always. It fades, or dies, or changes into another form —or into bliss and peace. The end of things came suddenly as they had begun. One late Sunday morning in April when the sun was hot after a quick rain, and the buds were bursting green, McFarland flung into a car and betook himself to the ends of the earth in an effort to get away from himself. A strange heat and weakness was upon him. He kept thinking that presently his senses would return, that he would free himself from this obsession about a girl who despised him. Now he proposed to walk it off in the solitude of a little wood where a small stream purred its way among stones. There was scant khade as yet, but birds thrilled about, and the willows leaned over-the brook wrapped in a tender green mist as delicate as smoke. It seemed strange to McFarland that no one else had cared to come to so pretty a place. What if he had asked her to come with him? The daring thought overwhelmed him. Why not have done so? She might have come. Even kindness from her would have helped his self-respect. She needn’t love him but she might have been kind. He longed for kindness from her.

Just there Jerry McFarland met his adventure. Coming sharply around a high little hill and some great trees he walked almost into a tall, whiteclad young girl leaning her dark head on her arm against a gray trunk. She started in terror. “Oh, I beg your pardon!” he cried, and stood looking down at Mary Fetterling. Tears rolled down her clear cheeks, and her hands hung helplessly at her side. She made no effort to hide the tears, or to flee, or to send him away. A great wave of rose-color swept her face and neck, but somehow she could not take her gaze from his eyes and what she read there. Then he did the most foolish, sweetest thing that he could have done. He took her two willing hands in his, and bent his head over them. /‘Oh, Mary! oh, Mary!” he breathed. “Oh Mary! If you could only—care." She gave a queer little sob of a sound in her throat. "If I could —only—help caring,” she said. “Maty!” he said again. “Yes,” she answered. “Yes —yed!” The tone of her voice satisfied even him Just then. (Copyright, I#l3, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) _

Water Eight Times Used.

A part of the water of the Santa Ana river in southern California is used eight times, as follows: From a reservoir in the San Bernardino mountains it is diverted through two electric power plants and then used for irrigation purposes about Redlands and Highlands. The water not absorbed by the ground Is Recovered through springs and used for irrigating the land about San Bernardino. Some of it reappears in the Riverside Narrows and is utilized for power purposes. It is then returned to the river above Corona and distributed by canals to the Orange groves around Santa Ana Some of the water is once more recovered by the pumping plants west of this city and used for tbs eighth time.—Popular Mechanics. •

AL DEMAREE IS BEST OF YOUNG GIANTS

(This is the way the baseball expert of the Cincinnati Times-Star sizes up the net results of the 1913 training trips in the National league, so far as the recruits are concerned.) “Many are called, but few are chosen,” is a motto which always verifies itself so far as the bush recruits are concerned—arid the old adage seems to be given special verification this particular season. Out of' the vast herd drafted last fall, only a few survive, and most of these are pitchers. Very few infield or outfield sluggers have materialized, and very few star catchers. Even of the youngsters who will be there on April 10, 60 per cent, will fall by the wayside ere June 1 arrives. Cincinnati—lt looks as if the Red percentage of wins has been unusually large. Of the autumn drafts, or absolutely new men, McManus, Smith and Dahlgren seem to be valuable. Packard, Kyle and Blackburn, of course, were with the team at the close of 1912, and cannot be counted as brand new. Boston —It is possible that the Boston Nationals have dug up some good young pitchers, but nothing is yet assured in this particular. Metz, first baseman, who can hit ’em hard, appears to have caught on. Maranville, the shortstop, who was tried out last fall, has made good and will remain. Brooklyn May possibly have landed two live outfielders, Callahan and Myers, and may likewise have a kid pitcher or two worth retaining Stengel of the 1912 reinforcements looked good in September and bids fair to keep his place. Chicago—There seem to be no real prizes among the Cub drafts —not a single one. Berghammer isn’t "so worse,” but there were too many veterans ahead of him. Pierce, who is pitching nicely, was tried last season, and Powell is a veteran now, coming back after a season in the bush, so that these fellows cannot be classified as novices. New York—Demaree, the best of the young Giants, was added last fall and was in a game or two at that period. McGraw thinks he has —maybe and perhaps—a good outfielder named Cooper. Back, back to the Jungle with nearly all the rest Philadelphia.— ls Philadelphia has any real reinforcements, they are as yet modest, blushing violets, and probably not over one or two debutr antes will appear in Dooin’s roster after the season is well started. Pittsburgh—Has nothing in the brand-new line, a couple of new men, who look good, being really call-backs from the farm St, Louis —Miller Huggins thinks he

Pitcher AI Demaree.

has actually bagged a fine infielder named Whalen. If so, he has about the only big infield prize secured by the entire National league. The rest of Hug’s new birds all had a trial last fall, excepting a catcher named Hildebrand, just picked up and looking quite capable. In 115 games last year this Hildebrand had 161 assists—some thrower. Batting record, .252. Fielding, .972. Out of all the novices who had their first glimpse of big league doings in the March training camps, the National league seems to have landed just about one first baseman, one general infielder, one catcher, two outfielders, and maybe ten pitchers. The rest are going back to the crossroads, disappointed. Few, indeed, were chosen this particular year.

STODIES OF THE DIAMOND

They say Frank Schulte, the heavyhitting outfielder of the Cubs, breaks fifty bats a year. McGraw has pledged himself to follow a hands-off policy in regard to umpires again this year. Gonzales, the Cuban catcher, will catch psobably a third of the Boston Nationals’ games this year. President Farrell’s praise of Chance and his work is of the unstinted variety and pleasing to the fans. “The Browns will finish In the first or second divisions sure,” is the opinion of a well-known sport writer. Catcher Tony James, who was the only hold-out on the Kansas City roster, was sold to the St Paul club. Ray Keating, the |5,000 beauty secured from Lawrence by New York, has struck his gait and is showing a lot of stuff. Do you know that the greatest number of stolen bases was made by Harry StoveyT While playing with the Athletics back In 1888 Harry pilfered 156 sacks. Charley Comiskey killed a canard with these words: **l*ll release Fournier to Sacramento the same day I sell Ed Walsh to another minor league club.” Acosta and Calvo, the Cubans with Clark Griffith’s team, are remarkable judges of balls and strikes, and have not been known to offer at a bad one •Ince joining the Senators.

HOT RACE PREDICTED

Stahl Does Not Claim Hag for Champion Red Sox. Prepared for Hard Fight Which la Sure to Come in the American League:—Praises Callahan and Frank Chance. * Chicago entertained J. Garland Stahl and his world champions for a little over an hour the .other day while they were changing trains on their way bqck to Boston. "We are not claiming a world’s championship nor even <a league flag at this time,” said Stahl. “This is not the time for claiming championships, but the time to prepare for the, fight which is sure to come in the American league this year. We are ready for the opening, and I have cut the team down below the limit. . “In my opinion the coming struggle will be the hardest in the history of our organization. Looking over the field that is entered in the American League derby, I figure that to win a pennant we will have the most strenuous struggle with the White Sox, Athletics and the senators. Any one of those three teams are pennant contenders, and I realize that to repeat our performance of last season we will have to go just a little better than any one of them. "Jimmy Callahan has the strongest crew of talent, that has represented the South side club in several years, and if the hitting strength of the team anywhere near equals the defense, I fear that they will be at or near the top from the start. “I dread sending my boys against any team that has an Ed Walsh, and from all reports Edward Walsh is doing mound duty for Cal. Walsh is a thorn in the side of every manager in the American league circuit with the exception of Cal, and if he is able to perform as good and as often as he did in 1912 seven pilots in the circuit want to do plenty of worrying. “Callahan was able to get his team out ahead last year, but when at the top his twirling staff went to pieces. If he can rely upon Scott, White and Benz to pitch in their regular with Lange and one other to step in when needed he. will have a staff which will do its share tb k,eep them out in front if they get there at the start. “The Athletics are a strong defensive aggregation, and if Connie Mack can keep his pitchers in trim they will

Jake Stahl.

give us a great deal of trouble. Clark Griffith can always be counted upon to put nine men on the field who will fight until the last out in the ninth. Hfs pitching crew, led by Johnson, is one of the best In the organization. | “Although I do not think that the New York team can be counted In the first division at the end of the season, I do expect that they will not receive callers In the cellar. Frank Chance will bring the Highlanders to the top of the second division. From all that I have been able to learn Chance has succeeded in injecting a fair amount of ‘pep* into the team, and a New York team will be seen in eight cities this year. “The fans may think that it sounds funny for me to be predicting such pleasing things for Chicago, Philadelphia, Washington and New York, but I do not want them to gain the opinion that we expect to walk away with the league flag. Boston will be fighting from the start Last year We did not take the lead at the beginning, but made an uphill fight to obtain the honors. This season I think that my boys will get out ahead at the getaway, and if we get the break of luck that we are entitled to we will stay right around the place where all teams like to rest at the end of the struggle.”

Stelnfeldt With Lynchburg.

Harry Stelnfeldt, once the pride ot the west side, has signed to play third and captain the Lynchburg (VaJ United States league team.

Onfj A dance jB I 2 h § I z’ I Iva 11 “I have the talent to succeed; A proper chance Is all I need," He sadly said; * "I see around me everywhere Men .who are ignorant and small, Whose wits with mine would not compare— Yet, lacking wisdom, after all. They get ahead. “I have the wish to get along, My record’s clean, my will is strong. I crave a chance; I know, if Fortune favored me, I have the strength of limb and mind, The knowledge and the grace to be Placed high among the worthy kind That still advance." » He thought a chance his only need To smash obstructions and succeed. And ne’er surmised That year by year and day by day, Through rainy seasons and through dry, While others pushed him from the way. He passed the fairest chances by Unrecognized.

Hope.

“John,” said Mrs. Younglove In great distress, “I believe baby’s lefthanded. I have noticed several times lately that he is inclined to reach for his bottle with his left hand. What shall we do?” ■ “Let him alone, dear. Who knows? He may make us both famous by de veloping into a great southpaw flinger.”

Successful In One Line.

“That fellow will never succeed, at anything.” “What’s the matter with him?” “As nearly as I can figure it out he’s lazy. I know of six jobs that he has lost within the past three months.” “Well, he seems to be pretty successful as a job finder.”

The Mark He Toes.

She makes him toe t)ie mark they say. And doubtless they are right; He toils away day after day, Her hands are soft and white. - * ..' : She has a winsome, pretty face; His brow has lines of care; Still youthful, she possesses grace And splendid things to wear. She makes him toe the mark, they say; He seems borne down by woes; Her clothes are rich, her laugh is gay; This (2) is the mark he toes.

His New Song.

"The good old days” claim all your praise, But they possess no charm for me; My wife is suing for divorce; I’m looking forward now, of course, To the gala days that are to be.

His Position.

“My husband never denies me anything.” “What a lovely man he must be." “No, he isn’t at all lovely. He just sits around and lets me support him."

Not the Right Way.

“Isn’t it noble of Mr. Rockefeller to give Sway his money as he does?” “I don’t see anything noble about it. I’ve never got a cent that he’s given away."

Bitter Sweetness.

I like to take my faithful spade And for a while forget the cares That claim me in the marts of trade. Among contending bulls and bears.

Useless Effort.

The woman who Is wearing a new |45 hat can’t understand why people should waste time or strain their eyes trying to see a comet

Way Open.

“Say, mister," sputtered the caller, “you bad an Item in your durned old paper this morning about a diver who stayed under water two mibutes and s half—" “Can you beat lt?“ Interrupted the man at the desk. "You bet I can! I—" “Well, beat it!" snapped the man s» the desk, looking around for somot thing to throw at him.