Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 144, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 June 1913 — Page 3

AN ALLURING SIGHT

'Bewildering Object He Had Often Dreamed *of Becomes a Reality.

By JEAN DICKERSON.

Neal Woodson paused before the of the Woman’s Exchange ■and regarded the display of toothsome ■dainties with appreciative .eyes. , Flaky pies, rich loaves •of cake, pyramids of airy biscuits, fat loaves •of bread and all the spare corners were filled with plates of delicious looking little cakes in endless variety. In the middle of the window was a long platter heaped with little heart-shaped cakes frosted in pink and white. z > “Just the thing for Priscilla’s birthday party,” decided Priscilla’s brothver and with the thought he stepped 'through the door and took his place - among the customers lining the counter. . •' Two girls in dainty white waited deftly upon the seekers after homecooked viands. Neal found himself following every, fnovement of the younger of the two girls. Fair and slender with flashing brown eyes demurely veiled by thick dark lashes she was an alluring sight. Neal had dreamed of .such a white dimpled chin and such delicately curved pink lips curling upwards at the corners and of such fine, bronze-gold hair tucked behind pink ears. Now the reality was before him. He determined that none other than this fair maiden should' minister to his wants. But she was waiting upon a man standing beside him. “Oh —the sugar hearts?” asked the girl pleasantly, and she went to the window and before Neal’s agonized glance she counted out four dozen of the heart-shaped cakes —until there was only one left on the platter! The man took the cracking paper bag of sugar hearts and paid for them and went his way. Neal was aware that the girl was speaking to him. "What will you have?” she asked. “Sugar Hearts,’ replied Neal, wildly hoping that there might be more of the pink and white cakes. “I am so sorry—the last have just been sold.” “There’s one left," said Neal, rather stupidly. She was so wonderful he could not let her go. > The dimples came into play and the corners of her lips deepened. “You wouldn’t want that—-one?”

“Yes, please,” said Neal dizzily. She brought him the sugar heart twisted in a tiny bag. "Five cents, please,” she said demurely. Neal gave her a five dollar bill so that he might watch her while she rang up the amount on the cash regis* ter and brought him a handful of silver change. "Perhaps I could order some of these sugar hearts,” he ventured as he turned to go. “Certainly you can.’’ She brought forth a book and poised a pencil over it "How many?” “Five dozen. Please mark them ‘Neal Woodson,’ and I will stop for them tomorrow night” “Thank you,” said the girl and turned away with heightened color to wait upon another customer.. When Neal reached home his sister met him in the hall. Priscilla was small and dark and brilliantly lovely. “What are you carrying in that absurdly careful manner?” she asked mischievously. Before Neal could protest she had captured the tiny bag from his gloved fingers and was peering at the lonely sugar heart. “Well, Neal Woodson —of all the sentimental sillies, what —” Between exclamations Priscilla was examining the pink frosted dainty. "It's a sample,” said Neal sheeplsh- ' ly. “It’s a sugar heart. I saw them in the window of the Exchange and I have ordered five dozen for your party tomorrow night. I brought this home for you to taste. I’ll bring them home tomorrow night.”

“You ordered five dozen? Neal Woodson, you are a dear! I must hug you, for It" “I can send Mary down after them," 1 said Priscilla when she had released her brother. f Neal put up a protesting hand. “No —4 told her —er—l said I would stop for them —I don’t mind—lt’s on my way home.’’ “Very well, ve—ry—well, dear," soothed Priscilla with suddenly merry eyes and she darted away into the drawing-room and waltzed airily up to the long mirror. “I wonder—l wonder —if Doris Allen wasn’t there today?" she giggled at her charming reflection. The next day. Neal closed his desk at the usual hour and went to the Wo6 man’s Exchange. His pretty girl was not there. A plain, matter-of-fact young woman' waited on him and he did not linger to watch her ring up his |3 In the cash regfater—it was the very same cash register, too! * Neal had lost interest in the sugar hearts and when he reached home he thrust the big box into Mary’s hands. Dinner was a hurried affair and he escaped immediately afterwards to his jroom. He had to dress for the fancy dress party which Priscilla always gave on her birthday. His sister had laid his suit on the 'bed —but it was not the one he had ordered. He had chosen to go as a .troubadour but the yellow and black oostume was not in evidence. In its

place was a costume that he viewed with growing discomfiture. Priscilla, it seeded, hid decreed that he was to appear as the Knave of Hearts —hence this costume of pink and white velvet and the suggestive little tray of —sugar hearts—instead of the legendary tarts. He smiled sheepishly and blushed. All right for Priscilla! When he went downstairs the long root.— were full of laughter and merriment for Priscflla’s guests were choosing partners by means of heart-shaped cards that exactly matched. , Neal noticed that each guest put his or her hand into a bowl whatever luck came uppermost but before he could reach the crowd around the men’s bowl Priscilla thrust a pink paper heart in his hand and waved him.away. “Go find your partner, knave,” she ordered and Neal groaned for he believed that had been assigned to some wallflower. He read the motto on his card: “Will you be my heart’s delight?" That’s mean of Priscilla — suppose it should chance to be that dark eyed, skinny Miss Wicks? SO he emerged from the dancers and found himself before an alcove given over„ to a shaded seat- and a mass of greenery. Sometimes fate is kind to lovers; therefore, when Neal paused in the alcove and stared incredulously in was because his beautiful girl was sitting there—a veritable Queen of Hearts in rosy pink and white and holding a pink card that matched his own.

When she saw him she blushed. “Oh, it is too bad of Priscilla,” she protested as he held out his hand with his token in its grasp. “She wouldn’t let me draw a card.” "Too good, you mean,” he said warmly and sat down beside her. After awhile, when conversation languished, Doris Allen asked demurely: “What shall we talk about, ’Cabbage and Kings?” Neal shook his head. “No, let us speak of the Queen of Hearts and bow she came to be selling sugar hearts — and I’ll tell you the rest some other time!” He whirled her away in an enchanting waltz and they quite forgot the tray of sugar hearts in the alcove. But the sugar hearts had served their humble purpose—that of making two people happy. (Copyright, 1918, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

Troubles.

Th 4 family had not had their ’phone very long and took a great interest in it. On the outside of the telephone directory they had seen the words, “Trouble, Call No. 4217.” It had been a hard morning and everything had gone wrong when the lady of the house happened to think of the. telephone, and called. 4217 and asked: “Is this where you report trouble?” “Yes.” “Well, I only wanted to report that our cat got drowned in the cistern this morning; the baby is cutting a new tooth; the cook left suddenly; we are all out of sugar and starch; the stove pipe fell down; the milkman left only a pint instead of a quart today; the bread won't raise; my oldest child is coming down with the measles; the plumbing in the cellar leaks; we have only enough coal to last through tomorrow; I ran out of paint when I got only halt over the dining room floor; the mainspring of the clock is broken; my husband’s three sisters are coming to visit us tomorrow; the man has not called for the garbage for two weeks; our dog has got fleas; the looking glass fell oft the wall today and broke all to pieces, and I think my husband is taking considerable notice of a widow lady that lives next door. That’s all today, and if anything else happens I’ll call you up later.”

To Pull Down Prison.

The prison of St. Lazare is going to be pulled down and rebuilt, and with it will disappear a curious little relic of old Paris, a tiny shop in which the last public letter writer in France plied his trade. In olden times, before education had become general, the public letter writer did a thriving trade and the one just outside St Lazare had Tnany customers of note. Among them was, if rumor and the present proprietor of the little shop may be believed, the world famous Manon Lascaut, who dictated her love letters to Des Grieux there, where the only customers now are illiterate servant girls, who write home to their friends In Brittany. So rare has the necessity for vicarious letter writing become that the present proprietor of the place has added another more profitable trade to his program and acts as an informal lawyer and man of business to many of the prisoners In St. Lazare.—Paris correspondence London Standard.

Washing Grimy Hands.

Every automobilist who has had to repair bis machine has longed for some way to wash his hands, ordinary soap and water being almost useless as a means of removing the many and tenacious varieties of dirt that gather upon them on such occasions. So chauffeurs and men who drive their own cars will welcome the directions given by that authoritative French scientific magazine, Les Anmales. This paper directs that the hands be rubbed with gasoline, the operation being twice repeated; then they are to be washed in sweet oil or butter, after which a thorough washing With soap and water will remove the last vestiges of dirt. The nails, however, require special attention, and it will repay the automobilist to keep a mixture of benzine and alcohol expressly for the nails.

ROMANTIG LAW SUIT

Hero of Novel Sues Ruler for a I Large Sum. '' —~ ■ ■ A. M. Jacob, Aid to Marion Crawford, Rudyard Kipling and Madame Blavatsky, Seek $1,250,000 From Present Nizam of Hyderabad. '- I K _l : . - • London.—One of the most sensational and romantic lawsuits ever heard In India will be up for a hearing in Calcutta shortly. Action has been brought by A. M. Jacob, late of Simia, now living in Bombay, against the present Nizam of Hyderabad. Jacob is widely known in America as the hero of Marion Crawford’s novel, “Mr. Isaacs,” as the original of Lurgsh l&hlb, maker of rich pearls in Kipling’s "Kim.” He also is said to have taught the late Mme. Blavatsky, one of the 'founders of the American Theosophical society, more about occultism than she had ever dreamed of. The suit is a sequel to an amazing transaction, almost twenty-five years ago by the late Nizam -of Hyderabad and Jacob over the imperial diamond now in possession of the new Nizam. This diamond, one of the finest in the world and worth’ a fortune, was bought for the late nlzam by Jacob when the latter was at his power in Simla. Only part of the money was paid, but £he diamond was never given up.

Again and again Jacob has sought permission to sue the nizam for the recovery of money owing, $1,250,000. That permission has always been refused, but at the Durbar, through the help of Maj. Gen. Stuart Beatson, aide de camp of King George, Jacob’s long standing grievance was put before the king, who said he would see what could be done. Lord Hardinge, viceroy, has now agreed to the action and when the case comes on some names that are household words, including two viceroys of India, one of them Lord Curzon, the private, as opposed to the public life of viceroys will be given. Financed by a friend and confident of a triumphant verdict, Jacob undertakes the task with all his heart in it For years he has been living in Bombay with little money, due to the disastrous diamond transaction,* whereas he was one of the richest men in India. Former adviser of no less than four viceroys and confidante of every fashionable and beautiful woman —in fact, uncrowned king of Simla —he taught Kipling much of what he knew of India. He made name and early fame for Marion Crawford, who sat at his feet in Delhi, Simla.

When at the height of his fame and power when all Simla was flocking to his wonderful seances and his house, stocked with precious stones and ornaments, was the most fashionable In Simla, the story of the fateful Imperial diamond began. The story Is a long one and perhaps the most amazing that could be told outside of fiction. It shows intrigue at Its height and the action of Lord Lansdowne, who at the time was viceroy, in the sale of the diamond was remarkable. Put very briefly, the case which ie to be recalled In a sensational fashion is this: Jacob was approached by the late Nizam of Hyderabad to purchase for him the famous Imperial diamond, then on sale in London. Jacob obtained the stone and offered it to the nizam for $1,250,000. The nizam accepted ana paid Jacob $250,000 on account. He took the stone and never paid another rupee. The sale had been stopped by the president of Hyderabad, who acted, it is alleged, under the Influence of Lord Lansdowne, who had quarreled with Jacob. Not only did Jacob lose the money he paid out to obtain the diamond, but soon after was eued by the nizam of Calcutta on the charge of, cheating. The case lasted 57 days and ate up most of Jacob’s money and drove him from Simla. He won the ease, but never received the diamond back and never got a rupee of the money due him. At last Jacob will have a chance he has long awaited to sue the present nizam. He could not sue without the permission of the government of India.

CISTERN FULL OF HARD CIDER

Cause of Neighborhood Drunkenness Discovered After a Year Had Gone By. Bonner Springs, Kan. —The discovery of cistern filled with "hard” cider on a farm near here solved a mystery that has baffled the law enforcement officers of Wyandotte county for more than a year. Frequent complaints have been filed with prosecuting attorney that many men and boys in this vicinity were being ruined by strong drink, but the utmost vigilance on his part failed to locate either joints or "bootleggers." Tho cistern was found by one of the prosecutor’s assistants, who has been in the neighborhood a week disguised as a farm hand. A chemist's analysis showed that the cider was about six per cent pure alcohol. The farmer who owned the cistern was enjoined from selling or making cider and the cistern and its contents were destroyed. z

Husband "Tranferred” Wife.

New Brunswick, N. J.—Arrested for deserting her husband, Mrs. Elizabeth Bloomfield of Perth Amboy, declared her husband had "transferred" her to William McFarland, who was also arrested. Both received jail sentences.

CELEBRATING THE END OF A STRIKE

Standing on the ledge of thd twenty-fourth story of Cincinnati's new skyscraper—the Union Central building at Fourth and Vine streets—workmen rained flowers and blossoms down on the passing street cars in honor of the end of the traction strike. Only a few days before from the same building blocks of granite, iron bars and bags of cement were thrown down by strike sympathizers.

BRYCE IN LETTER OF REGRET

Former Ambassador Writes to Washington Friends of Love for American People. ' ■*' Washington.—James Bryce* former ambassador from Great Britain just before leaving American soil, sent back from San Francisco a letter of Appreciation and affection to the American people. The letter, made public here, was in reply to one from residents of Washington expressing regret at his leaving. It referred to

James Bryce.

his well-known interest in the plans for the beautification of the national capital. "I am glad to think that an Englishman who loves the United States and Its people,” the former envoy wrote, “Is not debarred by an official position from taking In all your projects for the artistic development of the national capital an interest as keen as any that your own citizens could take.”

ESQUIMAU GOES FOR BRIDE

Gets Schooling, Lack of Which Once Caused His Rejection by Giri. Seattle, Wash.—Paul Patkotak, an eighteen-year-old Esquimau, has sailed for Point Barrow, the arctic extremity of Alaska, on the schooner Transit to claim the hand of Miss Alice Ahlook. native teacher in the Point Barrow government school, who refused to marry him three years ago because of his lack of education. When he was rejected by Miss Ahlook the youth trapped enough arctic foxes to pay for a year's tutelage and worked his passage to Seattle. Here he was permitted to enter one of tho grammar schools because of the knowledge he had gained at the Point Barrow school. His summer vacations were spent with a fishing fleet During the last year he has learned shorthand, typewriting and bookkeeping in addition to his other studies. Patkotak came south clad In furs. He will return dressed In 'American clothing.

One-Legged Man Drowns.

Philadelphia.—Leopold Glick of this city took off his wooden teg toga swimming. He took a cramp in bls other leg and was drowned.

COFFINS USED BY SMUGGLERS

German Authorities, However, Penetrate Trapping of Woe and Find Saccharine. Berlin.—Smugglers of saccharine, on which there is a high import duty. In Germany and a higher one still in Austria, are ever Inventing new tricks to elude the authorities/ A short time ago the Inhabitants of a Bavarian village on the Swiss frontier were amazed to see a modest funeral procession, coffin, pallbearers, mourners and undertaker, all in order, pass through the village with policemen and Inspectors acting apparently as honorary escort. A halt was made at the police station, the coffin was opened, and from It about 100 pounds of saccharine, which the smugglers had attempted to Introduce In this way. At one of the railroad stations In Berlin, one of the roomy furniture vans which in Europe are filled with household goods, loaded on a flat car and shipped to any desired city, was opened accidentally. Railroad employes were surprised to find it loaded with broken furniture of no value. As the car came from Switzerland, the police were called in, and a thorough examination for illegal articles was made, but without effect. Finally a policeman noticed the unusual thicie ness of the walls of the van. Inve? tlgatlon showed a space two Inches wide between the side walls and a commodious secret garret under the roof packed with saccharine. The same van had made the tripbetween Schaffhausen and Berlin at least once before, according to the railroad records. Van and contents were confiscated, but the consignee disappeared.

Most of the saccharine smuggled into Germany Is destined for Austria, the smugglers finding It much easier to hoodwink Austrian officials with shipments from Germany than elsewhere. Besides, the Austrian duty is higher. A classic trick, now exposed and no longer practiced, was to send candles to be blessed to the pilgrimage monastery at Elnsiedein, In Switzerland, after which they were exported to Austria. Here they went, not to the pious, but to a refinery, to be melted up and the saccharine in them removed. Both the monastery and tho customs were for months taken tn by this device.

WOULD SELL HER DEAD BODY

Woman Bays She Is in Immediate Need of Clothoe—Falls to Make the Salo. ■I —» I l« Cincinnati.—A woman, plainly but rather well dressed, sat patiently for an hour In the receiving ward of the Cincinnati hospital and when her turn finally came she startled the receiving clerk, Mr. Walsh, by stating that she wished* to sell her body to buy fine clothes. The woman said: "My name Is Eleanor Muchmore, and I’ve come here to sell my body." "You don’t want us to Uli you?" said the astonished clerk. "Oh, no," replied Miss Muchmore, "but I want new clothes badly and I thought I might be able to sell my hod? to some doctor In this institution to be delivered after my natural death/' . 1' Miss Muchmore seemed greatly disappointed when It was explained to her that her proposition' could not be entertained.

WAR REMINISCENCES

SOUTHERNER HAD NO STATE Officer Was Born in Territory, Father In District of Columbia and Grandfather at Sea. Just before the Civil war, when tho mutterings of secession were heard throughout the south, a number of West Point officers came together at a military station, among them one of whom we will call Captain H——v’ and who afterward served with distinction in the Union army. The southern officers, one by one, declared their intention of “going out,” as it was then familiarly called; that is, of resigning their federal commissions to throw in their lot with their several states. H in relating the incident that follows, said that great pressure was brought to bear upon him. to join them. “Why, don’t you go with us. Captain H ?” said one of his acquaintances. "Why should I go with you?" said H , who had a certain southern swarthiness of feature and softness of speech. “Aren’t you going to go with your state?” “Why, 1 haven’t any .state,” he replied; “I was born in a territory.’’* “Oh, thunder!” said another. "Why don’t you go with your father’s state, then?” “Can’t," protested H ; "he hadn't any state; he was born in the District of Columbia." "Oh, hang it!” broke in a third; “if that’s the case, why don’t you go with your grandfather’s state?" "Just as difficult," said H ; "my grandfather hadn’t any state; he was born at sea." And then he added: "Oh, ifo, boys, it’s easy enough for you fellows to go with your states, or”—fixing his eyes significantly on one of the party—"with your wife’s state; but as for me, I intend to stand by the old flag.”—From the Century.

HEAD PIERCED BY A BULLET

Though Thought to Be Mortally Wounded James Buggie of Chicago Lives to Tell of War, James Buggie, who is the assistant custodian at Chicago headquarters of the Grand Army, stopped three Confederate bullets before he had reached the age of sixteen. The last cue nearly brought about the close of his young career. "I enlisted in November, 1882,” he said, “and I was not fifteen years until December 22. I was under fire less than a month after I had been mustered Into the service. My regiment, the Sixty-fourth Illinois, was at Decatur, Ala., in March and April, and then went into the Atlanta campaign. I was wounded first at Reseca, again at Kenesaw mountain and again at Atlanta. A ball struck me In the forehead, went through ffiy head, blinding one eye and Injuring the other, and came out behind the right ear. It broke both jawbones, too. "The battle of Kenesaw mountain was the hardest I was in. Our company went Into it with thirty-six men and came out with five, and they were all wounded. We bad to climb a steep slope. In .that battle General McPherson was shot by some men in ambush. We caught them and took from the knapsack of one of them the field glasses and private papers he had taken from the general’s body,” ' ! 2. c 1

The Limit.

An Irishman at a magazine explosion was picked up unconscious. The doctor decided he had no bones broken and had only been knocked senseless. As he came to his senses the doctor was holding a glass of water to his lips. "Phat happened?” he asked. "The magazine exploded, and you had a very narrow escape, and Vm giving you this water to revive you," replied the doctor. "Glvtn’ me wather after bein’ Plowed up?" said Pat in disgust. "In Hivin's name what would have to happen ter git er drink of whusky?"

"Mustered In” With Real Mustard.

The boys of the 117th N. Y. tell of a real "mustering** In of a darky attached to that regiment, who became fearful be would be deprived of• his pay unless he joined the service. A huge mustard plaster was applied to his back, and under the belief that all soldiers were thus "mustered” in he wore it until It began to get pretty hot Then they took it off and he was formally declared "mustered fa,” according to the law. If that darky didn’t get his wages It was not because he was not “mustered” fa good and plenty.

Grim Humor.

Even on the field of battle the soldied is humorous, sometimes grimly so. A soldier was seen in the trenches holding his hands above the earthworks. His captain asked: “What are you doing that for?” He replied with a grim, as he wcrked his fingers: "I’m feeling for a furlough (just then a rifle ball struck him in the wrist, and a queer commingling of pain and humor passed over his face), an’ 1 get a discharge. ”