Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 148, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 June 1913 — Page 3

MATTER OF FLIGHT

Girl Clerk’s Lecture Helped Man Find Himself, Then She Finished the Job. BY JOANNA SINGLE. Ou the June day before his twentysixth birthday Pacton put things up to himself straight from the shoulder. At his age a man who can't more than support himself should begin to think. Something was wrong and he knew it What set him with a jar on his mental feet was nothing but the chance remark of a slip of a girl. She stood back of the ribbon counter in the next department and one day this is What he heard her say in her gentle, weary voice to the flippant-looking girl who stood next to her. y “Of course we are not happy! Why should we be? We are in the wrong place. A store at six a week is no place for a girl. We ought to be at home learning how to sew and cook. Do you suppose I don’t know that? At least I never lie to giyself. I have no home, so I have to do this—and while I do it 1 unfit myself for ever having a home of my own. The kind of man I want would be crazy to think of marrying me. I’m tired and ignorant, and a few years of this will ruin my health.” Pacton had purposely lingered to listen. Maisie, the other girl, gave a laugh. "Don’t croak so. We have some fun, anyhow, while it lasts.” “It —isn’t fun,” said Ruth Filmore, the first girl. “You know it isn’t. It’s like a fever—sort of wild overwork and then the wrong kind of cheap amusement. Everything we have is counterfeit, from the rooms we call home to the things we call amusement Only the work is real, and it’s the wrong work—and too much of IL You know it.” Finding himself unnoticed Pactpn turned where he could better watch

this, girl. He had not thought much about her before. She was small, straight, with grave, deep ' blue eyes and smooth dark hair. She looked good, Again Maisie laughed. "You’re due to get married,” she scoffed. “Not for mine! My sister married, and she worries more about money than when she clerked. And ■he has a man and three babies to worry for. He works hard, but he barely makes a very- poor living. 'And she’s thin and cross. I hate to look at her. She can’t even rest Sundays, or go to a dance, or to a movie-show — she can’t spare the dime. Not for

mine!" « Then came the speech that set Pacton to thinking. Ruth said in her slow •way: “There’s no excuse for a man’s halfstarving. Your sister married a clerk. A clerk isn’t a man. Why doesn’t he as a man get a real man’s job? Anything’s better than this. A man can handle a shovel or drive an engine, or get a piece of ground and raise potatoes. No real man,” she finished •with utter contempt, “would stay in the sort of work that keeps him barely able to pay his board and have a few cigarettes on the side as a luxury! A man that can’t support at least one human being beside himself isn’t a man!” Having finished her speech ■he turned to wait on her first customer. It was early in the morning and raining. Pacton betook himself to his own post and began handling the serges. But all day he thought of the shovel, the engine, the patch of ground. Somehow the girl’s words had stung deep. The next day he came along to Miss Ruth Filmore’s counter on some pretext, hoping she would remember that they had met —as he knew they had, some months before. He Recalled It distinctly. She merely spoke pleasantly and turned away to her work. He walked off. She had no respect for him, he thought. He began to put things straight to himself. He was just supporting himself, and laying almost nothing by. In five years—be got out his bank He had 1225.75 to his credit. This shamed him deeply. A man can conquer a situation, be conquered by It—or he can smash something and get out of it. Fred Pacton decided that. After much thought he saw that he never do anything worth while in department store work —he merely got a small raise each ymt. He didn’t really love his work. There lay the trouble. He was in the wrong work. And —he had nothing to work for. He was ■elfish. On that June day before he was twenty-six he rushed out of the store at closing time, ate something at the first place he passed, and started out for a long walk. He walked to the edge of the small mid western city; he walked out farther, past the little rows of cottages, all alike with a patch of ground about each, and on out Into the real country. It was a long time since he had been in the real country. As be sat on a fallen trunk he saw 1 a man drive some sort of an engine down the road, and he remembered Ruth's speech. Something was wrong with the machine, and the man had hitched three horses to It, and was having a bad time with them, shouting and making a great ado. Presently he spied Pacton and gave a yell at him. “Say, fellow, come over here and help me out!” Pacton went at a run. He led the horses, then he mounted ths dhglne and helped fix something thwe. He got tired ano hot and greasy. He ruined his clothes, but by dark be had made a good friend—and had a glimpse of a new life. He would not

have believed it—but u* uiocninery interested him, he found he had an Instinct about horses —aud he was starved almost to death. The man took him into hie small house, introduced him to his trim wife and four rosy children, and together they set down to a kitchen table and ate such a meal as Pacton had not eaten sines boyhooft That was Friday night

Pacton reached town late at night and got little sleep; he hated the store with great violence all Saturday and at closing time he went to the manager and fired himself. ' The manager didn’t seem to mind. He Baid “All right What you going to do?” Pacton said he didn’t know yet took his pay envelope and said good night. Then he seized his hat and started for the door, but thought better of it and walked down the aisle to get a glimpse of Ruth. Somehow he couldn’t get rid of the thought of her. He saw her going out trim and tired, and made a dash after her. He overtook her on the street, and she bowed pleasantly but inquiringly, and stopped short. Evidently she had no intention of letting him walk on with her, and resentment surged up within him. He stammered:

“I—wanted, to say good-by. I am leaving the store —I thought—" but somehow he felt that It was nothing to her, and grew crimson to the roots of his thick, fair hair. Hie good brown eyes grew shy, and her surprized gaze rested on him. She made a little motion to leave him. “Good-by—l—am sorry you are leaving.” Then she flushed— tor she realized that she was not telling the truth. He knew it, too. It made him a little rough. , ' “Don’t try to be polite,” he said. “You don’t—care at all! I am only telling you because I heard what you said about a real man finding a man’s job. It set me to thinking. And after I thought—-I fired myself. I didn’t know what ailed me—until right now. You better let me walk with you a block or two —we mustn’t stand here.” She fell into step beside him. “I won’t bother you long. Well, what ails me is that I am ashamed. I’m going to get to doing something—real. But something else bigger than that is the matter. I’m —in love with you. I found it out three minutes ago. You—despise me.' But —I love anyhow. I am going to ask you to wait for me until September. I won’t come near you until then—then—’’ Looking down he saw her lip tremble, and her face flash. <

. "You had —better go away—this minute,” she said. “I—-can’t make —promises—please go!” She was so vehement that he turned and left her. On the first day of September a brown, thin, serious-faced young man walked into the store near cloeing time and found the ribbon counter. The girl behind it looked up, and then went a little whiter than she was before. Fred Pacton went up and spoke to her. “I want to walk home with you. You —can’t refuse me,” he said. Her lips moved and she smiled a little, and his heart almost stopped. Was she ill ? She looked agile and par thetic.

A half hour later the two were on the street together. He led her to a case, they had something to eat, and as they finished he leaned over the table. His glance claimed her, adored her. * “Ruth,” he said eagerly. “I had a little money and I made some payments on a little place—in the country. I’ve learned to use a shovel—and an engipe, too. A fellow I got acquainted with has taken me in with him. We’ve been doing grading and all sorts of things. There’s money in it—and an outdoor life. I'm on the way to be a real man. I can take care of mysdlf—and you, too. Don’t you see that 1 can? I take to rough work like a duck to water. I was built for it. You helped me find myself by your —criticism of men such as I was. Now you must finish the job. Don’t you see you must? I need you—and you need me. I have to have something to work for—l need a home —and —anyhow —I love you. It seems as If I had —always loved you.” His voice was very quiet, so quiet that the host of eaters about them paid no attention. Ruth sat looking at him, and sudt denly leaned over and spoke with something like anger in her voice. ‘‘You —are —craxy to think you want me. I’m —not fit for you! I’m —tired and weak, and I don’t know anything about a home—but I—knew I cared—that night when I made you leave me on the street Didn’t you know I cared?” The man opposite gave her a look that even a waiter could not have misunderstood. He rose and took her away with him. (Copyright, 1913, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

Big Lobster Fights Man.

With a lobster three feet long and weighing 13 pounds as evidence and cuts on his hands and legs to corroborate bis tale, John Meuse, a fisherman, reached port today with a story of a fight with one of the largest crustaceans ever brought to Boston. Meuse caught the lobster on a trawl. When he got it in the boat it attacked him with its 18-inch claws and bit him severely until he subdued It with an oar. Fishermen estimate that the lobster must be at least twenty-five years old. Its shell, partly covered with barnacles, is scarred apparently front battles with other lobsters. The average lobster weight a pound and ■ half.—Boston Correspondence New York Tribune.

Something Saved Up.

Gibbs—l suppose you are putting by something for a rainy day? Dibbs—Sure! Evey bright day 1 postpone lots of work.

STARS WHO DEMONSTRATED SPIT BALL

Many pitchers must thank Chesbro and Ed Walsh for the fact that they are in fast company today. These two great stars were the first to demonstrate that the spit ball was to be depended upon. Since that time scores of twirlers have sprung up who have been effective as spitters but who

Ed Reulbach.

would have had nothing but speed and a prayer without the latest delivery. The writer remembers the time, and it was only a few years ago, when Chesbro was laughed at for his spit ball. “Oh, some newfangled stunt which will soon pass out of existence,” was the remark. But he kept plugging away at it, made it a go, and Ed Walsh then swung into line.

Scattering Notes of the Diamond

Walter Johnson beat every team in the league before he lost his eleventh game. ‘ f • • * Billy Gilbert is a Giant again, but only nominally. McGraw has made him a scout. • • • Clark Griffith thinks Mullin win be the deciding factor for him in winning the pennant • • • Shortstop Ireland turned back to the Phillies by Sacramento, has been sold to Rochester. • e •» Manager Chance has put a damper on the Bermuda talk by saying the climate there is too damp. • • • According to Umpire Silk O’LoughUn, Reb RusseD of the White Sox is going to be a gnat pitcher.

“Jeff” Tesreau of New York Giants.

Walsh practically won the world's championship for the White Sox in 1906 through his spitball delivery. Prior to that time he had been a bench warmer. Only his great speed had kept him on the pay roll. The fact that he might amount to something was Comiskey’s hope, and he encouraged his trying the spitter. Then batters began to holler about the delivery. They held that it wasn’t real baseball —that it should be legislated out of the game. Those magnates who didn’t have a spitball pitcher on their staff joined in the antimovement You see there were only a scattering few in those days—you could have counted them on the fingers of one hand.

Nine-tenths of the fans shook their heads and said it was a freak delivery that would soon die out. It’s an actual fact that Owner Charles Murphy was one of those opposed to the delivery. Look at the Cubs today. They have Lavender and Cheney, both leading spitball throwers. Murphy was convinced especially after he saw the great performances of Ed Walsh, king of them all. Now all of the magnates and managers are on the outlook for a star spitball artist Even McGraw, of the Giants, is well pleased over the new-fangled style, especially since he added Jeff Tesreau to his staff.

It has been claimed only big, massive fellows can use this kind of delivery. Walsh, with his power and weight, was given three years and then “back to the minors for him.” They argued that his system would not stand the strain any longer. Even Reulbach, for years a leader in the National league, is beginning to try out the spitball, because he knows his days as a curve ball thrower are numbered. That old snap of his arm is slowly but surely telling on him. He has watched Walsh’s career with interest, noted that Ed pitches with an easy movement, and has come to the conclusion it isn’t all bunk after all.

Harry Hooper, never considered a great hitter has been whaling the ban at a remarkable clip lately. • • « Toledo heads the American baseball association at the wrong end. The worms do not care for baseball. • • • Inflelder Ona Dodd, who refused to go to San Francisco, has been satisfied with a berth in the class B league with Columbus. • • • , Bob Harmon’s two-bit game against the Giants was a great stunt, but it'must be remembered that Hub Perdue did the same. • • • Williams went and broke Yale’s long winning, baseball streak. Williams alumni best have no dealings with exYale men for a few days. • • • As recompense for dropping the whole series in Chicago the Yankees were paid for an attendance close to 75,000 for the four day stay. • • • Jack Herbert begins his third year as manager of the Pekin team of the Illinois-Missouri league, which is some record in a class D circuit. - —----- O Hugh McKinnon, who had a threeday fling as manager of the Lynchburg team of the. alleged United States league, announces that he will go to Paris and put baseball in France on a real sure enough basis.

CAN CONTROL HIS DELIVERY

Detroit Flinger Can Serve Curves, Fast and Slow Balls With Three ” Distinct Motions. Jean Dubuc of the Detroit Tigers attributes his success as an American League pitcher to the fact that he can deliver his curves, his slow ball and his fast ball with three different motidhs, and have control of the ball by his motion. “YeArs ago, when I was pitching with Notre frame college, I learned that speed without control was valueless. I always had pretty fair control of my delivery, but with the acquired knowledge I began perfecting different deliveries and control of the ball in each,” says Jean. “It took years of patient effort to acquire the delivery I now have, but I believe it is one of the least trying on the arm and shoulder muscles, for the reason that I put the weight of my body behind the pitches and do not depend on the strength of my arm to send up a fast ball. "I worked with my slow ball for three months before I could get a curve to it and after that it took me three years to perfect the delivery.” Dubuc declares that his delivery would be an ideal one for a left-hand-er, inasmuch as hitting such a ball from a left-handed pitcher would be much harder. The ball would come up to the batter on an entirely new angle, and Jean insists that the best batters in the major leagues would be puzzled. Various persons have been given credit for developing Dubuc, and among those honored is Hugh Jennings. Hughey, however, declares that Dubuc alone is responsible. “Jean is one of those players who never wastes a moment,” says Jen* nlngs. , “When he is on the bench -and another man is pitching, the Frenchman is always figuring what he would throw the batter. What is more valuable, he makes his comments aloud, and the young pitchers on the club can gain valuable hints by listening to the sensation of 1912.”

BROOKLYN HAS STAR PLAYER

Daubert Besides Being One of Leading First Basemen Is Also Quite Handy With Stick. John Daubert of the Brooklyn team, who led the National league first basemen in fielding last season, was bom in Llewellyn, Pa., May 14, 1885. He began as a professional in 1907 with the Kent team of the Interstate league. After two months of pastiming the Interstate blew and Daubert joined the Marion O. and P. league team. The following season Jake was drafted by Cleveland and turned over to Nashville, only to be recalled by the Naps a short time later and sold to Toledo, which in turn sold him to Memphis.

"Jake” Daubert

After this speedy shifting on the baseball map Jake was allowed to settle down in Memphis, where be played in 1909. His work looked good to the Brooklyn management, which purchased his release. Jake became the Dodgers’ first baseman In 1910 and has held the job ever since. Besides his clever fielding Daubert is quite a slugger, his batting average showing .307 for 1911 and .308 for 1912. ,

Comiskey Is Pleased.

"It is a great compliment to Chicago to have three big leagues furnishing the fans with baseball." said President Comlskey of the White Box, after having watched the Federal leaguers in action. "I am flattered when I think I picked out a business that appeals to so many people,” added the Old Roman.

USE STRAWBERRY AS FLAVOR

Most Popular of All Summer Fruits May Be Put to the Bert Use. Old Fashioned Strawberry Shortcake —Put four cups sifted flour into a mixing bowl, add half teaspoonful of salt and mix well. Chop in three large tablespoons butter. Dissolve one level teaspoon soda in a little hot water and add with a well beaten egg to one large cup sour cream or rich sour milk and one tablespoon sugar. Mix well together with a spatula or flexible knife, but do not handle more than is necessary. Roll lightly and quickly into two thin sheets. Bake in well greased tin. Lay one sheet brushed with butter. When done separate them and cover the lower half with a thick layer of crushed and sugared Strawberries. Place the second shortcake on top of berries, cover with whole berries, dust with powdered sugar and serve with thick cream. Sweet milk and baking powder can be used Instead of sour milk and soda. Strawberry Charlotte Russe CakeWhip one pint cream until the print of the whip is discernible. Then add enough bar sugar to sweeten, whip in the whites of two eggs and flavor with strawberry. Spread this on layers of sponge or any nice cake and over the whole tumble a box of hulled strawberries. Pour over this the pint of whipped cream and serve from large platter. Strawberry Foam —Mash one cup hulled berries and pass through a sieve. Beat one cup cream until stiff and the whites of two eggs until dry. Gradually beat into them half a cup powdered sugar and continue beating until very stiff. Then fold in the cream and strawberry juice; set on ice to chill and serve very cold in thin glasses.

HOUSEHOLD QUESTIONS

A few drops of oil of lavender scattered through a bookcase is said to preserve the books from mold in damp weather. . Td prevent the contents of a kettle boiling over on the stove, wipe the inside of the kettle around the top with butter. In making a cocoanut pie or custard, soak the cocoanut in the milk for a few minutes before adding the other, ingredients. As soon as tongue is boiled tender it should have cold water run over it for a minute; then the skin will slip off easily. When furniture does not actually need polishing it is a good idea to wipe off thoroughly with a cloth dipped in linseed oil. There comes an iron stand provided with a clamp. If this is fastened securely to the ironing board or table there will be less danger of the iron slipping off on the floor. Whitefish may be had good almost throughout the year, but they are in their prime early in the year. The whitefish is light and delicate, and in choosing it you must examine whether the fins and flesh be firm.

Peppernuts.

Four pounds brown sugar, one pound currants, one-fourth pound citron, one-half pound almonds, one quart buttermilk, one tablespoon each of ground cloves, allpslce, soda and salt, two tablespoons coreander, one teaspoon each mace, pepper and grated hartshorn. Pour boiling water over almonds and remove skins. Chop citron, currants and nuts very fine and put them in the pan with the sugar and spices sprinkled on top. Stir hartshorn into one pint sifted flour, add buttermilk and enough flour to make as stiff as bread dough and roll it long. Cut in small pieces and make round as a marble. Put these in tins one and a half inches apart and bake brown. This amount will make about half a bushel.

Scorched Linen.

If, when ironing a shirtwaist or other white garment, a place should become scorched, it is unnecessary to launder the whole garment, according to Woman’s Home Companion. Lay the scorched portion over a deep saucer or cup, and with a teaspoon press the cloth down to the bottom of the dish while you pour in some boiling water. In a few minutes lift from the water, wring in a cloth, and let dry sufficiently to press, after which you can not tell where the garment was scorched.

To Destroy Carpet Bugs or Moths.

Mix thoroughly with two quarts of water three ounces of salt, one ounce of alum, one ounce of chloride of zinc. Let it stand over night in a covered vessel. In the morning pour it carefully into another dish, leaving ail sediment behind. To use, dilute, thia with two quarts of water, then sprinkle it over the edges of the carpet and to the distance of a foot froih the wall. This will not injure the carpet, and Is said to be a sure remedy for the pests.

Tasty Dish Made With Lamb.

Press lamb as you do corned beef. When cold slice in thick slices, dip in egg, then cover and fry in deep fat. Serve with or without tomato saucestock combined with tomato £ makes delicious soup. Minced lamb on toast is nice tor breakfast. Lamb pie or stew is nice. When making a meat pie have the filling cold as possible and bake at least half an hour. If erust is thick bake longer thaa that.