Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 157, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 July 1913 — Page 2

SILVER CROSS GIRL

IWhy Farnsworth Justin Sent the Obliging Office Boy Ten f Dollars. By IZOLA FORRESTER. f’ Mr. Justin heard the pounding for (several minutes before it roused his attention from the stack of papers on •the desk. Vaguely, It annoyed him. He had stayed late at the office on •purpose to be undisturbed. But the tpounding was Insistent and it came from across the wide air well. He looked from his windows and •saw a girl trying to raise the one across the way. She did not seem excited, but why did she pound so? Just then she caught sight of Mr. Justin and waved to him frantically. 'Mr. Justin waved back mechanically as he would have answered the hail of a shipwrecked mariner. He raised his own Window, and called across the twenty-foot space. "What’s up?” ’ •> ‘Tm locked in,’ she called to him. ■*l was working in here, and the boy didn’t know I had stayed late. I don’t know what to do.” "Who has the keys?” "Jimmie, the boy. He comes early and opens up.” “Where does he live?” "Oh, dear, I don’t know ” “Don’t be alarmed,” protested Mr. Justin, kindly. "I am right here and ril get you out” “I knew you would. That’s why I pounded on the window. I can always see you at your desk over there.” “I think I can rouse the janitor'or engineer of your building,” he called' over to her. "Well be right up.” But he had forgotten to ascertain her number, and when he reached the opposite street, the great sombre fronts of rqck defied detection. There seemed to be six in the block. He tried pacing from the corner to figure how far his own office was from the street line, but lost his bearings. Finally he stopped a messenger boy and asked how to reach the engineer of the buildings. “Basement de cleaners go In,” said the boy. “Could you go in for me, and ask about a lady who is locked in on the tenth floor?” The situation’s possibilities appealed to the son of Mercury. He would, for a quarter. Justin waited anxiously outside for him while he tried one building after another. Finally the boy came out and beckoned him to follow. He had never been down in the basement of a large building, before, but he tramped carefully before the boy to the engineer’s quarters. • “The superintendent’s gone home,” said the big-coal-grimed party smoking over an evening paper under an electric light. “And the janitor’s on the top floor in his own place, eating dinner. The elevator ain’t running, either. And I ain’t got any keys, but the scrub women have. You can go up the basement stairs and ask them.” It was a totally new experience to Farnsworth Justin feeling his way up the grimy stairs into the bare, silent rotunda. The messenger boy kept him company for another .quarter, and made the rounds of each floor as they ascended, seeking the scrubwomen. The building seemed strange and unfamiliar with this spell of utter silence over it, and only a light here and there in the corridors. On the eighth floor they came on a brigade of scrubbers down on their knees on mats, washing up the marble halls. Justin removed his hat as he addressed the leader. Yes, she had a pass key to the offices. Wiping her dripping, swollen hands she took Mm np to the tenth floor, "Which room is it?” she asked, and he could not tell her. 1 Moreover it was horribly silent on the tenth floor. No sound of knocking at all. “Call her by name,” advised the f woman. “I don’t know her name,” said Mr. Justin dubiously. The messenger boy eyed him. “It must be about in the middle of the west side of the ball. The far hall, I mean, and it faces on the air well. My office is opposite.” The woman had started off on her own responsibility and was knocking on door after door, but there was no answer. "I’ll bet a nickel dhe’s tumbled over,” said the boy. "They all faint.” Justin felt uttjrly wretched and out of place. Here he was hunting for a woman and a total stranger at half past eight in the evening in a deserted building. / “I shall shout for her,” he declared, desperately. “She is certainly here.” "Wait a minute," said the scrubwoman, bending down to one keyhole. “I hear something.” Justin’s fists were tightly shut. As the door was flung open, he pushed )>ast the boy into the inner office. On -the floor by the open window lay the girt, her face like a gardenia in color. Justin lifted her in his arms, and told the boy to hurry for a taxi. He smother back the heavy wavy hair gently, and felt her wrist for the faint pulsation. “It’s too bad you don’t know her name, str,” said the woman. “She’s so young, too, ain’t she. They’ll send '■her to Bellevue 101 she comes out of it.” "Nothing of the sort," retorted Justin, curtly. "I shall take her ' Thome to my sister to-night. She has | had a nervous shock and needs rest, that '» ail ” He had not thought of taking her .home before that instant but the j

words sprang to his lips. When the taxi came, he had the satisfaction of seeing her open her eyes, and she walked down the long stairs supported by his arm. “It was silly of me to faint,” she faltered. “But after you had gone—it —seemed so long, and I thought perhaps you wouldn’t bother to help me.” Once in the taxi she closed her eyes and leaned back. “I live way out in Brooklyn.’’ “You are going to my sister’s for the night,” he said firmly. “You are in no condition to take any long trip. If you wish to ’phone to anyone, you may at the house when we arrive.” “No,” she said, she had no one to ’phone to. The hint of hidden pathos in her tired tone stirred old heart strings. He said nothing more, but stared out of the window at the shadowy street vistas. Undoubtedly Barbara and himself had led a self-cen-tered life in the old Gramercy Park house. Life had slipped along' in smooth channels for them. They had never known want or loneliness. He wondered what she would say to this Child he was taking to her. Once, years before, he remembered bringing home a lost kitten he had found pressed close to the iron railings of the park, and Barbara had told him she would send word to the proper authorities to care for it, but it could not remain in the house. He turned to the girl again. She had taken off her hat and her eyes were The questions on his lips remained unanswered. He noticed her ringless ' hands. She held her gloves clasped loosely on her lap. He saw they had been mended. Even a bachelor has some knowledge of proper garments for the daintier portion of humanity. He knew that she was not clad ' like Barbara and her friends. The long grey cravenette inexpensive and a bit worn at the cuffs. Her shirtwaist was of wash silk, her skirt dark blue serge. The hat on her lap with a pin pushed through its crown was v a soft grey straw, shaped he would haVe said, Hke a fruit dish. It bore a crushed bow of gray satin, and cluster of tiny hand made silk roses. “Is your sister nice?” Her voice startled him. She was regarding him anxiously. “Won’t she mind?” “Not at all,” said Justin flatly. “She is quite accustomed to anything I may do that is—well, say unusual.” “I think everything you do is un-usual.-The development at Silver Cross was splendid.” “Silver Cross!” he stared at her almost suspiciously. He had not believed a single soul in New York city knew of his connection with the isolated properties far up in the mountains which held the greatest promise of wealth in years. He had covered every track. Not even Barbara knew of his trips there. For six months he had beep dropping capital into the earth holes there, and only holding communication with Dave Richards, the owner of the original claims. “How do you know I have been in Silver Cross?” “I am Juanita Richards. Last year Dave sent me down to New York to find the right way, don’t you know. We were struggling along out there the best way we could, and there was no way to get in touch with the right people here. So I came down, and got a place with Willis & Heath. It was only clericel work, but I knew they were the best firm in the mining business. And I kept asking and asking for someone who would tell us the truth about the properties out there, somebody who would play fair. And they told me you would. So then I just wrote to Dave, and he wrote to i you, and that’s all. I’m going back home next week. Dave says I may. He heard from you that the mines were paying, and so I won’t have to work here any more.” She paused, but Justin did not speak. He only looked at her. “I’ve wanted to know you so much,” she added, impulsively, “but brother told me to wait until I met you out at Silver Cross. How queer it came about all of its own accord, didn’t it?” He drew in a deep breath. “We are little dancing marionettes, Miss Juanita, with Fate watching tbe strings and wires. I have been working tonight on a full report to your brother. The mines are now on a paying basis. In three months' time we can declare our first dividend and it will be a beauty." He took out his handkerchief, and wiped off his eyeglasses abstractedly. “I am leaving for Silver Cross next Thursday with Barbara, my sister. Perhaps you could be our guest until then, and leave with us. I wish you would.” Something in his tone warned her then. A woman’s intuition is wonderfully sensitive to impressions. Juanita knew then, looking into Farrington Justin’s eyes, that unless she could face all that they told her In the future, she had better not accept the invitation. “You know, we have you to thank for our participation in the strike out there,” he added. "If you had not selected me for Dave to write to, all this would not have happened. I think we are all partners together in great good < fortune. Why not in friendship, also?” \ He put out his hand, and she laid hers in it. “I’ll go with you,” she said, happily. “How wonderfully it has all come about tonight.” Just tn smiled at her contentedly. They were just turning into Gramercy Park. * “I must remember’ to send that office boy ten dollars,” he said. (Copyright, 1913. by the McClure Newspupet Syndicate.)

BABY WILEY NOW ONE YEAR OLD

This photograph of Dr. Harvey W. Wiley, former chief chemist of the agricultural department, and his "perfect” baby son, Harvey W., Jr., was taken on the child’s first birthday anniversary to surprise Mrs. Wiley.

MONEY IN OYSTERS

Millions Made by Those Engaged in the Trade. Industry Shows Large Increase In the Last Fifteen or Twenty Yeare — Large Population Is Supported Directly by IL New York. —From the days fifteen or tWenty years ago, when a few old oyster fishermen nurtured beds in the waters of the sound outside Hell Gate, the business has grown tremendously in the United States. The old fishermen lived lives of ease and enjoyed themselves every minute aboard the clumsy but comfortable little sloopa All that is changed. The oyster business is a big business now. It produces annually in the state of Rhode Island, Connecticut, New York, New Jersey, Virginia and California $10,000,000 worth of oysters for food. Other states are developing the industry. A large population is supported directly by it and still more by contributory industries. Oyster farmers and cultivators have purchased from the different states permission to cultivate the hitherto barren ground covered by the waters of bays and sounds to a depth of twen-ty-five, fifty, or even 100 feet, and have by expensive and hazardous experiments caused this unproductive ground to yield annually 11,000,000 bushels of oysters. While tbe United States and other various states have at public expense propagated millions of swimming fish, to be caught by those who are engaged in the fisheries, the oyster grower and planter has at his own cost propagated his own crops and worked out his own results by costly experiments and large Investment. Instead of having his crops produced and protected for him, as has been done for the fishers of swimming fish, he has paid large sums to the states for the use of the ground on which he might create and prosecute this Industry. In Connecticut, for example, the oyster growers have paid for the franchises permitting them -to cultivate oysters, and they pay taxes on these franchises. They own steamers, shops, wharves and other appurtenances of a great Industry. In Rhode Island the oyster growers pay rental for oyster grounds.

The oyster industry 'has been developed against obstacles. Great storms have swept away beds. The natural enemies of the oyster, especially the starfish and the drill, have destroyed millions of dollars* worth of the product, and the oyster farmers have expended as much more in catching and destroying these enemies. Just now, or, rather, every spring or early summer, the oyster men are much Incensed at reports of alleged cases of typhoid o? other Illness from eating oysters. They insist there is nothing to it and that oysters are the one delicacy that is peculiarly free from Infection. One of the big planters, who was stopping at the Hotel Knickerbocker last week, said of this: “It has been said truly that there were few places where oysters were planted or floated that might be considered insanitary. x While one bushel in 100,000 might be so situated, the other are grown in the deep, pure water of the great bays and sounds. In those cases where there was suspected danger of insanitary effects, or even criticism, the great oyster-shipping firms voluntarily discontinued floating and shoring oysters, and the other shippers have been required by law to discontinue doing so. It Is now forbidden to market any oysters from places that are not approved by the health authorities. But. notwithstanding these facts, certain writers have continued to work this profitable vein of sensationalism. \ - “It is contrary ta public policy that) a food such! as oysters, which art

noted for their great palatabillty, ease of digestion, and high food value should be lightly thrown aside without any evidence worthy of being called such. Every thoughtful man is compelled often to • recognize the prevalence of popular errors. Many of the accepted theories and beliefs of twenty years ago have been disproved by facts later ascertained, and some were consigned to the scrap heap within a tenth part of that period.”

BOY KILLED PLAYING HORSE

Hitched to Wagon, He Breaks His Neck When Heavy Vehicle Whirls Down Hill. New York. —Three accidents to children in a few hours emphasized the perils of the streets as playgrounds. One child was killed and two were seriously injured. George Manning, five years old, of 2185 Amsterdaln avenue, managed with several playmates to take a delivery wagon from a lot. With another boy he was harnessed to the shafts with a rope, while strings served as reins for a lad on the seat. The street was an Incline and the wagon, easily moved, became unmanageable. Little George was forced to run at top speed. The wagon struck a lamppost and the child was hurled against the curb. His neck was broken. He died a half hour later. Ellis Silverstein left an auto truck at 102 d street and Lexington avenue. A boy fooled with the levers until he started it. The truck zigzagged through the street, ran over Benjamin Glaser, eight years old, and crashed into a tenement house. William Bard, five years old, was knocked down and seriously Injured in front of his home by a wagon?

American Envoy is Praised

London Papers Highly Compliment Ambassador Page on His Malden Speech. London, England.—Walter Hines Page, the American ambasador to the court of St. James, was complimented in editorials appearing in the evening

Walter Hines Page.

newspapers on his first speech in England, made at the banquet given in his honor by the Pilgrims’ society. The r writers express pleasure that he devoted his speech to cementing the bonds of friendship between the two countries. The Westminster Gazette says: "Ambassador Page’s speech showed that the United States has succeeded in sending an ambassador who is more than capable of maintaining the traditional reputation of bis office, for public speaking. Nothing could have Seen happier than’ the note he struck in this first public utterance.” The Pall Mall Gazette says: “We

RIO EPILEPSY CURE

Rattlesnake Poison Used With Success by Doctors. Patients Given Up as Hopeless Benefited,. Though Injection Is PaMful in Some instances —Recovery - In Many Cases. New York.—Curing Epilepsy with hypodermic injections of rattlesnake venom is the achievement of Dr. Edward E. Hicks of this city, specialist in mental and nervous diseases and a prominent alienist, who for several months, it has just come to light, has been successfully experimenting at the Swedish hospital. Out of twenty cases he has treated for this malady only one has failed to respond, and yet there is not the slightest doubt in the minds of the physicians who have watched Doctor Hicks’ experiments that a permanent cure can be effected by injections of snake poison. Marvelous results attended his treatment from the very start, and of the twenty epileptics who submitted to the artificial snake bites only one suffered violent spasms after being injected with the venom. The other nineteen have had few recurrences, and within a year they will be absolutely cured. Doctor Hicks said, provided they receive the hypodermic injections of venom at regular Intervals. The discovery of snake venom as a cure for epilepsy was made by Dr. Ralph H. Spangler, a distinguished Philadelphia physician, who had bis attention called to an epileptic who had been free from attacks from the time he was bitten by a rattler. The patient had had epileptic fits for fifteen years, and when he was brought to Doctor Spangler he Jjgdn’t had one in two years, not since the time he was bitten. Doctor Spangler, who has been using the venom for chest and throat diseases in cases of tuberculosis, had several epileptic patients under his care at the time, and decided to give them Injections of the dried, glycerinized poison of the rattlesnake. The effect was gratifying and tended to show that, after all, cases that were regarded as absolutely hopeless could be cured, and only by the snake poison. Doctor Hicks, the first and only physician in Brooklyn to attempt the cure of epilepsy with the venom, was convinced of the Efficiency of the crotalin treatment, as* it is known in the medical world, when he made his first experiment at the Swedish hospital. The patient was a man who had suffered from epilepsy for years, and not long after receiving the first injection of snake poison the desired effect was noted. The severity of the attacks was modified, the intervals between the seizures were progressively lengthened, and a most desirable effect on the apprehensive mental state of the sufferer characteristic of epileptics was produced. Doctor Hicks, as did Doctor Spangler, discovered that the form of epilepsy most influenced by the venom was the so-called idiopathic or genuine epilepsy, for which there is no ascertainable cause. He found that the organic eplepsies, Including those forms arising from traumatic lesions of the skull or brain, or those forms associated with organic disease of the brain, such as tumors, did not yield to the venom treatment. Nor was there any influence on alooholic epilepsy, or any influence arising from uraemic conditions.

cannot too cordially reciprocate Ambassador Page’s pleasant words.” The Evening Standard says: “It is good to see. the power of the friendly feeling existing between the two nations thus recognized.” Ambassador Page was warmly greeted when he arose at the banquet ' ’ "The time is long past when there was need, if ever there was need, of makeshifts or makebelieves in our intercourse,” said Mr. Page. "Surely it augurs well for the spread of justice and fair dealing and for the firmer establishment of the peace of the world that the two nations of English speaking folk speak frankly to one another in our dealings. Blood answers to blood and our fundamental qualities of manhood are the same.” Mr. Page spoke of America’s mission as that of the making of men-and tn conclusion referred to the “flprat English speaking democracy which, in every part of tbe world, has the same large aims to keep men free and preserve the peace of the world.” *

TRUNK IS FULL OF DIAMONDS

Brazilian Mine Owner Says They Are Finer Than the South African Variety. New York. —W. G. Meyer, a Brazilian diamond mine arrived from Europe on the Kronprinzeasin Cecelle to convince skeptical Americans that diamonds in Brazil are more numerous and of finer quality than any found in South Africa. Mr. Meyer brought with him a trunk full of diamonds and documents to satisfy unbelieving investors of the value of Brazilian diamonds.

Aged Get Confiscated Beer.

St Louis. —A large quantity of beer, confiscated by the police In raids on clubs here, will be donated to charity homes for the aged.

AROUND THE CAMP FIRE

INCIDENTS OF WAR RECALLED Rapid Rise of Judson Kilpatrick From* Lieutenant to Major Gener_.— Wanted to Scout. Thomas J. Taylor was a member of Colonel Duryea’s Fifth New York regiment and is one of the few survivors of the battle of Big Bethel 1 known to be now in Chicago. At tho beginning of the war he nad opportunity to see a young soldier just out! of military school, who, as lieutenant and soon afterward as colonel, then began the career that in four years, brought him the title of major general in both the volunteer and regular armies. This was Judson Kilpatrick. “The colonel brought Captain Kilpatrick with him from New York,” said Mr. Taylor. “He was a lively man with sharp features and reddish hair, and at Camp Hampton he was always wanting to go out -on raids. He was continually bothering the colonel for permission to go scouting, as the colonel complained. Sometimes he would get permission and then h» would go out with a few men and gather up some of the wild zazor backed hogs that ran in the woods about Camp Hampton. In the battle of Big Bethel he was wounded and left the regiment, and the next wa' saw of him was farther south. Just before he became a brigadier general. The last time 1 saw him was at Chancellorsvilie. Our colonel halted us as we met Colonel Kitpatrick, and the regiment cheered him. “Among the prisoners that we took at Chancellorsville there was one that I shall never forget Most of them, passed with bowed heads and eyes downcast, but this one held his head up. The crown was gone from his hat and his hair stuck up through the hole ,and he was in great good humor. Anybody could see that he was an Irishman. “ ‘Well, Paddy,’ said one of our men, ‘we’ve got you this time.* “ ‘Yes,* said Paddy, ‘and at last I’m. going where I can get something to eat.’ “I remember one long march in the rain, when I almost went to sleep on my feet. It rained and rained and we were drenched and hungry and sleepy. I was orderly for Colonel Warren then and slept in the next tent when we did pitch camp. The colonel went to sleep in his tent, and the rain came down and ran down the slope on which the tents stood. Colonel Warren wouldn’t stand the wet, and so he jumped up and went out of the tent with only a raincoat to protect himself from the storm. He was not ordinarily given to profanity, but then he did say what was in his mind. Outside the tent was a soldier patiently digging a trench to catch the wafer and divert it from the colonel’s quarters, but he was digging it below instead of above the tent.”

Acme of Laziness.

“What in Sam Hill is that dog yowling like that for?’ asked a cavalryman of a “hill-billy” in the Ozark country. “That there dawg?” “Yes.” “Why, he’s jes’ natchally lazy.? “What’s that got to do with his yowling?” “Why, the train ran over his tall and cut it off last night. He’s settln’ on the sore place, and he’s too dawggone lazy to get off’n it. That’s why he is howlin’.” And the squirt of tobacco juice he shot killed a fly in the road 20 feet away.

Only With His Tongue.

Wfien Col. Daniel McCook's reglpent was lying at Camp Denpison a brawny recruit'from one of the eastern counties, who stuttered badly, was put on duty for the first time. A citizen attempted to pass the line. recruit yelled out: “Hu-hu-halt.” The citizen snickered and paid no attention. The sentinel carefully laid his bright Springfield upon the ground and knocked the Intruder down with his fist “I may s-s-stutter with my tongue," said he, "but I d-d-don’t s-s-stutter with my fist."

Helping a Poor Soldier.

When Parson Brownlow was lecturing in Tennessee a good many people grumbled about the high price he charged for admission. A very rich but stingy man, who had been all the time very profuse with expressions of his patriotism, exclaimed: "Give Parson Brownlow half a dollar? No, sir-reel I'd a good deal sooner give it to a poor soldier.” "Well, then,” said a bystander, ‘'give your half-dollar to Captain Henry (an officer dismissed from the army for cowardice). They say he’s a mighty poor soldier.”

"Nothing In it.”

The colonel of a western regiment, consulting with some other officers, shook his head in doubt or denial of one of the major’s arguments. “Gentlemen,” observed the major, after the colonel had retired, "common observers might imagine that the motion of the colonel's head implies a difference of opinion, but they would be mistaken; it is-merely accidental. Believe me, gentlemen, when tbe colonel shakes his head there* nothing Ln IL’’