Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 122, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 May 1913 — Page 2

ZIOIA’S OFFERING

There Were Many Beautiful Ultes, but Her Own Dear Self Counted Most BY GEORGIA LOTT SELTER. If Ziola Potter had lived in a large town, she would doubtless have been called a very charming woman. However, in her own, plain-speaking little community, people wondered why on earth she didn’t marry and live like other folks! —. There was no use in trying to conceal such apparent facts as the leaking of the roof, and the coldness of rattling windows and loosened clapboards, or that most of her scanty living came from the little garden and a few hens in a house as dilapidated as But Ziola managed in some unimag' inable way to wear frocks of a daintiness and style beyond most of her neighbors. And she could loop back her frayed curtains, arrange her antiquated furniture on her faded carpets, and serve tea from her delicate old cups with an air that every one of them envied. Having neither husband nor child to absorb her attention, her one great interest in life had grown to be the upholding of family tradition. And just what a task thib is for two slender hands and a still slenderer purse, only those who have tried can know. One day in rumaging through some old papers, she came across this significant item in one of her mother's accounts: “Made our usual Easter offering.” Usual Easter offering. What on earth has she to otter? But an offer she must make! Ziola counted on her fingers—-she had never had much experience with 'figures except in subtraction —there were eight months of interevening time. o ' But time was of no account. After a sleepless night, the great idea came to her. Flowers! She already had the best igarden in the little village, and her flowers were all that ever graced the bare, little church on Easter. But this year—and every year to come—there should be banks of flowers, until the congregation learned to look upon them as her “usual Easter offering!" A warm, sunny strip along the front of the garden was chosen, and spaded painstakingly. She knew every trick of fertilizing and working the soil, planting the bulbs and protecting them through the winter. In the early spring, when other gardens were still wet and cold, the green sprouts began to shoot up industriously. She counted every stem, every leaf, every blossom. |‘l love everyone of you,” Ziola whispered, “you beauties! There is just one week left for you to grow—you must hurry—hurry!” Bending above them absorbed in itheir beauty and fragrance, she was unconscious of all else, until a mighty splintering and throbbing crashed upon her. At her very feet lay a confused mass of fence pales, crushed flower stalks, an overturned runabout and a man’s scared face. Ziola, her hands clasped over her throbbing heart, stood in soundless misery. “Are you hurt?” cried the man, .struggling to his feet in the midst of ithe wreckage. Ziola did not stir. “For heaven sake, madam, speak to me! Are you injured?” “No,” said Ziola, bitterly, “but look at my beautiful flowers!” With a sob she flung her apron over her face and dashed past his into the house. “Well, if that doesn’t beat the Dutch!” George Gibson stood still in astonishment —angry astonishment. “Flowers! She does not think about my life, or my ruined machine, or her own narrow escape!” He looked about ruefully. A farmer driving slowly down the otherwise deserted street, came at his call, and they soon had the machine righted and «jt>ack in the uneven road, apparently none.the worse for its escape beyond the knocking off of considerable paint. But the fence! ' 1 “It was about ready to fall down, anyway," muttered Gibson, in no pleasant humor, “but I expect Miss Pepperbox thinks I had no business cardning into it And I think the country has no business to have such roads that a fellow cant stay in them. I can’t see how on earth I came to make such a •uke!” He hesitated a moment. “I expect I’ll have to tell her I'll come back and mend the fence, or she twill arrest me.” And be strode up to 'the door and rang the old knocker. No response. >, “But surely she hears," he muttered, Tinging for the third time. “Well, I’ll come back to-morrow. Maybe it is just as well not to see her today!” And he smiled grimly as he climbed into his machine and whirred away. Ziola sat still in bitterness of spirit. For the first time in her life she refused herself to her neighbors, when they came to inquire about the wreckage. “I can’t see them, and go out there and look and talk it over and over," she whispered fiercely when she heard some one coming. “1 just cannot do it!” . Her wondering fowls went supperless to their early perch, because she dared not venture out to feed them. -She sat on in the darkened house, not trying to stem her grief and dlsapuointmenL 'll I -W" «.

When Ziola went forth bravely next morning, able to smile grimly about her adventure, she found a box on her back porch. Upon the top, when the wooden cov< er was removed, was a note begging her to accept the cbntents in part rep l aration for the damage done her garden. It was filled with bulbs of many shapes and colors. “This doesn’t help my Easter offering,” slie said, “but I suppose I ought to be grateful for such a fine collection.” And when a little later the damaged runabout stopped decorously before what was left of her gate, she opened the door with her usual graciousness at the first ring. “Ah—good morning.” The man held out his card. Ziola smiled when she read tt “Is it possible this, is Cousin Mady’s Cousin George?” she inquired. “So I learned last night when I told her about my blunder,” Gibson smiled in response. “And believe me, Miss Potter, I was more sorry than before, if possible. I’ve come this morning to do w'hat I can toward restoring order out of this chaos.” “That is quite unnecessary, I assure you,” she answered. “A fence is supposed to be a protection against the intrusion of strangers. Mine proved entirely inadequate when put to the test, so it is equally unnecessary to replace it.” “We’ll settle that later. Now, Miss Potter, tie a veil over your hair and come with me. I promised Cousin Mary I’d bring you over for dinner.” Ziola was surprised to find herself enjoying her ride, and later allowing him to bring her home through the fragrant twilight. Next day he insisted upon replacing the broken fence, and then in planting the flower border with the new bulbs. Mtss Potter assisted as a matter of conscience, And last of all, on Saturday afternoon, she found in the old parlor such a mass of beautiful lilies as she had never dreamed of possessing. angry and impatient I was,” she cried contritely, “and here I can make my flower offering after all.” In the early morning, Ziola entered the little church, her arms aching with their beautiful burden, her heart full of rejoicing. But she stopped in amazement when she lefted her eyes. The chancel was a bower of loveliness. The air was heavy with frangrance. “Ziola,” cried George Gibson, coming quickly toward her,, “do you like it? It is your Easter offering.” “It is beautiful,” whispered Ziola. “And now, dear child,” taking her burden from her, “I want you to make another offering today—more sweet and precious than this. Cousin Mary is in the vestry. She'says she will give us just five minutes and her word of honor not to peep! Then she is going to take you home and help you through the mysteries of dressing. “Ziola, will you marry me, here, this morning, among the flowers?” Ziola caught her breath sharply. “Isn’t this just another way of unceremoniously running down my fences?” she asked, with an uncertain smile. “Perhaps so, dear. But haven t I more than repaid the damages?” ' ~ “Yes,” she admttted.lettingher hands remain in his, “I —believe you have!” (Copyright, 1913, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

HAD A REAL KICK COMING

Sam Jackson Rightly Indignant at Mean Trick Played on Him by Fellow Convicts. „ Sam Jackson* worked in the coal mines in Alabama. The company seined to think so much of Sam’s services that it put a striped suit on him, kept him in a stockade, with a pack a bloodhounds prowling around in case he tried io get away. Moreover, it contracted with the state, which had A year’s lien on Sam's labor because he had mistaken somebody elses’ property for his own and had been caught, to have Sam stay for that length of time. In short, Sam was a convict miner. It is the mle- that a convict has a stint to do —so many tons a day. He may earn extra money, and must do so to pay fqr the tools given him. The tools are then his own property. Sam paid for his, served out his year, and went back to Birmingham. Thoughtfully he cached his pack, drill, and lamp in a “dead” entry. In two weeks Sam had been caught at his old tricks, and the judge had sent him up for another year. The sheriff took him out to the mines, ’and Sam went straight to the place where he had hidden his tools. They were gone, somebody had stolen them. Sam went to the super. “What they take them tools for?” he asked Indignantly. “I axes you, ain’t they knowa man gwine need them tools again?”

Away Too Much.

Miss Mary Garden was asked other day if she thought outdoor exercise, was good for women. “Yes, I do,” Miss Garden answered, “provided a golden mean is maintained. Under-exercise has wrecked countless women’s digestions. Overexercise has wrecked countless women’s homes.”

Dangerous. There is unconscious humor in a sign that catches the eye of those who visit Duxbury. At the beginning of an attractive country lane a sign contains this legend: "LOVER’S LANE ; TO THE COVE DANGEROUS PASSING.”

Ivan is a mean-tempered Alaskan brown bear in the New York Zoological Gardens who refuses to be tamed. Recently a woman who declined to give her name but who is a professional opera singer asked Curator Dltmars to permit her to try the effect of music on Ivan. She stood by his cage in the Bronx and sang arias in French, German and English, but Ivan only growled and snarled until his keeper appeared with a big beefsteak.

OLD GAMBLER QUITS

“Jim” O’Leary’s Resort in Chicago Is Closed. Well-Known Character, Who Conducted Establishment on Halsted Street, Known as the Man Who Would Bet on Anything. Chicago.—James O’Leary, known for twenty-five years the “King of Gamblers,” famed as the man who would “bet on anything,” stood recently at the end of his bar on Halsted street, watching a litlejarmy of carpenters transfqrmlng t/e building. An old friend of a cattle dealer from Walden, Colo.’, came boisterously in, announcing: “Jim, I’ll bet you five hundred it snows tomorrow,” “You’re on,” said O’Leary automatically—then started suddenly, remembering. “I mean I won’t cover you,” he corrected. • “Why—what’s the matter with you?” demanded the amazed visitor. And O’Leary spoke gravely, with a little catch in his voice: “I ain’t a betting man,” he Mid. “Look at these carpenters.” ThbTruge fake chinindy at the rear ot O’Leary’s place, the chimney from

“Jim” O’Leary.

which smoke never was seen to issue, the' which contained a ladder leading from the steel-doored clearing room of the old gambling house to the basement —that chimney is to be a dumb waiter to connect the kitchen with the dining room of a chop suey establishment King Joy* Lo has taken a flfteenyear lease from the old gambler and is preparing a chop suey place. “It’s all off,” explained O’Leary later. “I’ve met my last bet—unless I drop in at Monte Carlo or somewhere and buck another man's game for the fun of it” O’Leary .has been raided hundreds of times. He has been tried and convicted and ( tried and acquitted, alternately. He has played faro and roulette with multimillionaires, who lost their monpy—or some of it —and declared that the game was “square.” In the old days, when faro and roulette were "wide open” in Chicago. O’Leary’s was the place sought by the “real sports.” There was a limit on the play ordinarily, but O’Leary was always ready to remove it on request

SAVAGE BEAR HAS NO SOUL FOR MUSIC

Once he bet a friend that the latter could not go from Halsted street to Dublin, Ireland, in a week. The bet was SI,OOO. The man made the time and sent O’Leary a two-word cablegram—“ You lose.” O’Leary cabled the money. There have’ been* rare occasions when O’Leary was accused of tricky gambling- He disproved jthe charges. Most of the big gamblers knew O’Leary’s reputation for squareness. And the result was that when they wanted to make unusually big wagers they came to Chicago from all parts of the country to do it

ONCE HOUSED QUEEN’S MAIDS

Gumley Cottage, Near London, With Its Quaint Rooms, Is for Sale. London- —A delightful and ancient cottage just outside London is for sale. This is Gumley cottage on Kew Green. Once it was the residence of Queen Charlotte’s maids of honor; and one may be today in its quaint rambling rooms a medallion of Queen Anne over the drawing room chimney piece, a beautiful old carved celling and a powder closet where many a dame powdered her hair in the days of George 111. It is an antique little treasure house of white paneling, with a cellar that was used as a hoarding place for smugglers in times long gone by.

Colpus, Alleged Son of King Edward, Takes Aged Widow as His Bride. , Chicopee, Mass.—Hedry Holder Colpus, who claims to be a natural son of the late King Edward of England and half-brother of King -George V, was married here to Mrs. Mary A. McGill, a wealthy Chicdpee widow of seventy-one. Colpus, describing himself as of the house of Hanivgr and Guelph and Saxe Coburg de Gotha-Wettin and Eliza Elsa Holden, says he Is consequently entitled to be called “Prince Henry of Guelph.” He is pressing his claim for recognition by his halfbrother, King George V, through Crawford Elliot, a Chicago lawyer, who is now in England with the papers, which, he says, Include letters from the royal family admitting his claim. “My mother," says Colpus, "was a young widow. On June 15, 1862, she was on her way to the Ascot races. She was passing through Windsor park alone when she met the young prince. Hhe had reached. England the day before from a tour of the Holy Land. The prince fell in love with her at first sight She did not go to the races at all. He took her away. “My mother was a Quakeress, and she felt that it was a spiritual marriage. But the time came when he told her hq could not acknowledge hecas his wife because he was the Prince of Wales. She wept, and he gave her a handkerchief ’to wipet away her tears.” / Colpus produced a handkerchief, which had a border design df fourleaf shamrocks. He said it was preserved for him by the Shaker colony atk Mount Lebanon, of which he was a member. “My mother went back to her father,’’ he continued, “but though he was a proud old man, he told her he would support the child. I was bom at Farqcombe, Surrey, March 10, 1863. Dr. William Jenner Parsons, nephew

SELF-STYLED PRINCE WEDS

CHURCH FOLK JOIN SCRAP

Japanese Butler, With Jiu-Jitsu, Holds Policemen and Presbyterians at Bay. New York. —The congregation of the Fourth Presbyterian church, on Nineteenth street, was summoned to aid in an unusual fight at the residence of Lorenzo Martinez Picabia, a broker, recently. | Picabia and his wife had been thrown bodily from their home by Tamo Oharay their Japanese butler, who had been discharged earlier in the day. With four other fellow Japanese the butler had taken possession of the house just as the Presbyterians were leaving the services at the church. The members of the congregation who responded to the calls for help found the Japanese too much for them. Three policemen, one an experienced wrestler, were also all thrown out by the discharged butler, who employed jiu-jitsu tricks, before he was arrested. His four confederates escaped. Furniture and bric-a-brac in the house had been*broken up in the fight which the Picabias had with their servant

Curfew Rings at Lambeth.

London. —The curfew bell of Lam beth Palace is probably the last of London’s curfew bells. It still hangs in the belfry of the Lollards Tower, which is one of the oldest parts of the famous palace. The tower itself was built in the time of Archbishop Chicele, about 1415. The belfry is covered with galena, which contains a large percentage of pure silver.

of Sir William Jenner, was present at, my birth. The day I was born was the day Edward married Alexandria. My mother died May 6, 1910, the day Edward died.”

PUT BAN ON “HOW DO YOU DO”

French Society Regards the Salutation as Meaningless and Lame—New One to Be Used. Paris. —A movement is on in society to banish from conversation and ban the generally meaningless phrasei, “How do you do?” and put in its place some less insipid formula. People are pointing out that of one hundred persons inquiring thus after one’s health no three are really interested in the subject, and no answer is either given or expected on either side. If one be well the inquiry is an idle one, while if one be ill it leads to an interminable discussion of symptoms, remedies, doctor* etc., which should find no place in ordinary small talk. The general opinion is that the offending phrase must be relegated to those who have not enough intelligence to begin talk in any other way, and a search is being made, for some other set of words with which to open a dialogue. It is probable that the laconic Roman “Salve” will be adopted in the French form, Je vous (te) salue.

Drop Ancient Berlin Custom.

Berlin. —No more will the lord mayor of Berlin stand at the great Branden gate on Unter den Linden tor weary hours awaiting the coming of royal and other prominent personages to welcome them to the capital city. The custom, which had prevailed for a, century or more, was departed from for the first time upon the recent visi? of the King and Queen of Denmark. Lprd Mayor Adolf Wdrmuth went to fbfe railroad station, met the roya’ guests as they left their train and delivered his address of welcome there.

ROLLED STEAK GOOD

WITH BROWNED POTATOES IT ISi FIT FOR EPICURES. 1 2 Dainty Dressing That Should Go Wltbi the Meat—Spiced Beef RelishCreamed and Baked Hash Both Fine. Rolled Steak, Browned Potatoes.—i Have the bone removed from twoi pounds of round steak. Make a dressing of'two cups of bread crumbs —dry! —a quarter of a pound of salt porkj chopped very fine; a dash, of pepper, and a little sago, or parsley and onion juice, spread this over the steak, roll s up carefully and tie in at least,threw places to keep the roll in shape. Put into the roasting pan with a cup ofi hot water and a tablespoonful of lard, or bacon fat. Bake in moderately hot oven; basting often; and put the potatoes into the pan with the rbll to! brown, turning them when brown on, one side. Make a gravy with thei brown glaze in the pan, after draining off the fat and adding a cup of cold water. Stir over the fire and the glaze will loosen and give you a nice brown liquid for for your gravy. Spiced Beef Relish. —Take two pounds of raw beef and chop very fine; add half a teaspoonful of salt; a quarter of a teaspoonful of pepper; half a teaspoonful of sage, and two tablespoonfuls of melted butter. Roll two crackers very fine, add to the mixture and bind together with two beaten eggs. Shape into roll and bake* basting often with melted butter and, water. Slice cold. with horseradish mayonnaise. Creamed Hash. —Cut beef, veal or mutton in slices, then chop fine and: brown in a little fat pork or baconi drippings. Drain from the fat and into same pan put two tablespoonfuls oft flour to two of the fat and rub, smooth. Then add a cup of rich milk, or cream, if you can spare it. Salt! and pepper to taste and stir until it; bolls up. Then add the meat and cook long enough to heat thoroughly andi pour over toasted slices of bread. Baked Hash.—Tdke one and onequarter pounds of shoulder or neck of mutton, lean as you can-get it Cover with boiling water and cook tender. Remove the bones and gristle and chop meat very fine. Add three boiled and creamed potatoes, a tablespoonful of salt; pepper to taste; a tablespoonful of parsley minced very fine, and a few drops of onion juice. Mix all together and turn- into a baking dish. Pour over mixture a tablespoon' milk, add fine bread crumbs mix4d with melted butter and bake a nice brown, about twenty minutes. Serve from the same dish.

Proper Way to Dust

Everything has to be learned-/even, the simple art of dusting. The proper way.to dust is to have a duster in each hand, which method is quite necessary to success, for the duster in the left hand is needed to prevent finger-marks when steadying and lifting highly polished furniture. -v i Each piece of furniture should be wiped lightly from top downward to remove the dust, and then, after the duster has been shaken out of the window—never oxer the carpet—the wood should be smartly rubbed to bring up a polish. Be sure you treat a stuffed cushion with a brush and duster before dealing with the wood, otherwise the dust from the upholstered cushion will fly out on to the wood of the chairs or sofas.

Milk Goblets.

New ideas for able decoration need not necessarily come from a woman. To a man should go the credit of introducing many glass and china table accessories dear to the heart of the housekeeper. Long, ,slender milk glasses of delicate white glass or thin porcelain are the latest Invention. The idea was suggested to one man when he noticed how smeared and unappetizing the ordinary glass looks when milk is being drunk from IL— Topeka State Journal.

Scour Kettles With Pieces of Lemon.

Never throw away pieces of lemon after they have been squeezed with the lemon squeezer, for they come in handy for removing stains from the hands and* elsewhere. Dipped into salt they, will scour copper kettles nicely and remove stains from brasswork. Lemon like this will take stains, dirt and odor from pans and kettles as nothing else will. The odors of fish and onions can thus be easily removed.

Catawba Pudding.

Whip one pint of chilled double cream until solid, and gradually mix in one cupful of unfermented grape juice and the same amount of powdered sugar. Add as additional flavoring a tablespoonful ot orange juice and freeze as if for ice cream. Repack in a melon mold and serve unmolded on a glass platter, sprinkled with chopped pistachio nuts.

Pineapple Sherbet

One can grated pineapple, two cups sugar, two quarts water, juice of two lemons, two tablespoons gelatin; heat pineapple, sugar and water to boiling, pour onto gelatin which has been softened in one-half cup cold water; add lemon juice, cool and freeze.

Killaney Cocktail.

Take all the pulp from grapefruit and chill. When ready to serve, place in glasses, dust with powdered sugar and garnish with green creme de-menthe cherries.