Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 195, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 August 1913 — Page 2

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SYNOPSIS. Bill Cannon, the bonanxa king, and his daughter. Rose, who had passed up Mrs. Cornelius Ryan's ball at San Francisco to accompany her father, arrive at Antelope. Dominick Ryan calls on his mother to beg a ball invitation for his wife, arid Is refused. The determined old lady refuses to recognise her daughter-in-law. Dominick had been trapped Into a marriage with Bernice Iverson, a stenographer, several years his senior. She squanders his money, they have frequent quarrels, and he slips away. Cannon and bls daughter are snowed in at Antelope. Dominick Ryan is rescued from the storm in unconscious condition and brought to Antelope hotel Antelope is cut off by storm. Rose Cannon nurses Dominick back to life. Two weeks later Bernice discovers in a paper where husband Is and writes letter trying to smooth over difficulties between them. Dominick at last Is able to join fellow snowbound prisoners in hotel parlor. He loses temper over talk of Buford, an actor. After three weeks, end if imprisonment is seen. Telegrams and mall arrive. Dominick gets letter from wife. Tells Rose he doesn't love wife and never did. Stormbound people begin to depart. Rose and Dominick embrace, father sees them and demands an explanation. Rose’s brother Gene Is made manager of ranch, and is to get it if he stays sober a year. Cannon expresses sympathy for Dominick’s position in talk with Rose. Dominick returns home. Berny exerts herself to please him, but he is indifferent. Cannon calls on Mrs. Ryan. They discuss Dominick’s marriage difficulties, and Cannon suggests buying off Berny. Dominick goes to park on Sunday with Berny and family, sees Miss Cannon, bows to her and starts uneasiness in Berny. In Mrs. Ryan’s name Cannon offers Berny 160.000 to leave her husband and permit divorce. She refuses. Dominick sees Rose. Cornelia Ryan engaged to Jack Duffy. Cannon offers Berny SIOO,OOO and is turned down. Berny tells sisters of offer. Buford, the actor, makes a hit in vaudeville. Rose tells Dominick that he must stick to wife, and first time acknowledges that ■he loves him. Cannon offers Berny $300,000 which she refuses, saying Cannon wants Dominick for Rose. Gene wins the ranch. Berny accuses Rose of trying to steal her husband and tells her of the offered bribe. Rose tells father what she learned about the attempt to bribe Berny and declares that she would never marry Dominick, should he ever be divorced. Exacts promise from father to let Berny alone. Stranger sees Berny in restaurant apparently recognises her, and follows her home. The stranger, who is Buford, the actor, calls on' Dominick. Declares that he married Berny secretly some years before. Berny comes in and he recognises her, Dominick packs belongings to go to mother. Bernice tells Cannon she will accept $35,000. '

CHAPTER XXII. The Storm Center Moves. As soon as Berny had left his office Bill Cannon wrote a note to Mrs. Ryan, telling her of the interview he had just had with her daughter-in-law. He did not mention the check, simply stating Berny’s decision to accept their proposal and leave her husband. The matter was of too intimate a nature to trust to the telephone and he sent the note by one of his own clerks, who had instructions to wait for an answer, as the old man did not know what Mrs. Ryan might already have heard from Dominick. It threw its recipient into a state of agitated. quivering exultation. Mrs. Ryan had heard nothing from her son, and her hopes of the separation had sunk to the lowest ebb. Not so prudent as Cannon, she called up Dominick at the bank, asking him if it were true that his wife had left him, and beseeching him simply to tell her **yes” or “no.” The young man, hampered by the publicity of his surroundings and his promise to Berny, answered her with the utmost brevity, telling her that there had been a change in his domestic life, but that he could not enter into details now. He begged her to ask him no further questions, as he would be at home at three o’clock that afternoon, when he would explain the whole matter to her. She wrote this to the Bonanza King and sent it by his waiting messenger. The old man felt relieved when he read the letter. He was confident now that Berny had not deceived him. She had told the truth, and was leaving the town and her husband, for what reason he could not yet be sure, but there seemed no doubt that she was going. They would ignore the subject before Rose, and, in the course of time, Dominick would break down the unflinching resistance she bad threatened to make to his suit The old man felt buoyant and exhilarated. It looked as if things were at last going their way. He sent a message to Mrs. Ryan, asking her to let him know as soon as possible what Dominick said, and waited in his office in a state of ten* slon very foreign to his usual iron stolidity. It was four o'clock before word came from her in the form of a telephone message, demanding his presence at her nouse at the earliest possible moment. He responded to it at once, and in the sitting-room of the Ryan mansion heard from Dominick's own lips the story of his false and tragic marriage. The old man listened, unwinking, speechless. Immovable. It was the one thing he had never thought of, a solution of the situation that was as completely unexpected to him as death would have been. He said nothing to Dominick about the money he had given Berny, did not mention having seen her. A sharp observer might have noticed that he looked a little blank, that, the first shock of surprise over, there was a slight expression of wandering attention in his eye, a suggestion of mental faculties Inwardly focusing on an unseen point, about his manner. He walked home, deeply thinking.

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abashed a little by the ease with which Fate unties the knots that man’s clumsy fingers work over in vain. And it was untied. They were free —the boy and girl he loved —to realize his and their own dreams. It would need no years of wooing to melt Rose from stony resistance. Nobody had been sacrificed.

He felt a sense of gratitude toward Berny. Down in his heart he was conscious of a stirring of something that was kindly, almost affectionate, toward her. It did not require a great stretch of imagination to see himself and her as two knowing, world-batter-ed rogues who had combined to let youth and innocence have their happiness. He could almost feel the partnership with her she had spoken of, a sort of bond of Masonic understanding, a kindred attitude in matters of ethics. They had a mutually low estimate of human nature, a bold, cool, unscrupulousness, a daring courage that never faltered. In fact, he was sorry he had not given Berny the whole fifty thousand dollars. “She could have got it out of me,” he said to himself, pondering pensively. “If she’d stuck out for it I’d have given it to her. And she might Just as well have had it.” .'

That evening for the first time in nearly three years Dominick Ryan dined with his mother in the great dining-room of the Ryan mansion. Cornelia was out with Jack Duffy, so Mrs. Ryan had her boy all to herself and she beamed and flowed and gloated on him as he sat opposite her, the reddened light of the candles falling on his beloved, familiar face. After dinner they went into the sit-ting-room, the sanctum with the ebonized cherry furniture where the family always retired when Important matters were afoot. Here, side by side, they sat before the fireplace with the portrait of the late Cornelius Ryan looking benignly down on them. They did not talk much. The subject of the young man’s marriage bad been thoroughly gone over in the afternoon. later on, his mother would extract from him further particulars, till she would be as conversant with that miserable chapter of his life as if she had lived it herself.

To-night they were both in the quiescent state that follows turmoil and strife. They sat close together, star-

Here, Side by Side, They Sat Before the Fireplace.

Ing into space, now and then dropping one of the short disconnected sentences that indicate a fused, understanding intimacy. The young man's body was limp in his chair, his mind lulled in the restorative lethargy, the suspension of activities, that follows a struggle. His thoughts shrank shudderingly from the past, and did not seek to penetrate the future. He rested in a torpor of relief through which a dreamy sense of happiness came dimly, as if in the faintest, most delicate whispers. His mother's musings were definite and practical. She could now make that settlement, share and share alike, on both her children that she had long

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desired —Cornelia’s would be a dowry on her wedding day and Dominick’s —well, Dominick had had hard times enough. She would go down to-mor-row morning and see her lawyer about it. At the same hour, in the house of the other rich man, the Bonanza King, having driven the servants from the room with violent words that did not indicate bad humor so much as high spirits, told his daughter the story. He told it shortly, hardly more than the main facts, and when it was concluded, forbore to make comments or, in fact, to look at her. It was a great deliverance, but he was not quite sure that his darlipg would experience the frank, unadulterated joy that had possessed both himself and Mrs. Ryan without restraining qualms. He did not know what to say to Rose. There were mysterious complexities in her character that made him decide to confine his statement to a recital of facts, eliminating those candid expressions of feeling which he could permit himself when talking to Mrs. Ryan or Berny. As soon as he had told it all he rose from his chair as if ending the interview. His daughter rose, too, pale and silent, and he put his arm round her shoulders and pressed her against his chest in a good-night hug. She kissed him and went up stairs to her own rooms, and he returned to his arm-chair at the end of the diningtable. Here, as was his wont, he sat smoking and 'pondering, turning over in his head the various aspects of the curious story and its unexpected outcome. Once, as the memory of Berny weeping into his handkerchief recurred to him, he stirred uneasily and muttered to himself:

"Why didn’t the damned fool stickout for the whole fifty thousand? I’d have given it to her as soon as not” Meantime the storm center, the focus round which the hopes and angers and fears of this little group had circled, was speeding eastward in the darkness of the early night Berny sat in the corner of her section with her luggage piled high on the seat before her, a pillow behind her head. In the brightly clear light intensified -by reflections from glazed woodwork and the surfaces of mirrors, she looked less haggard, calmer and steadier, than she had looked for many weeks. Relief was at her heart. Now that she had turned her back on it she realized how she had hated it all —the flat, the isolation, the unsuccessful struggle, Dominick and his superior ways. The excitement of change, the desire for the new, the unfamiliar, the untried, which had taken her far afield once before, sang in her blood and whispered its siren song in her ear. She had missed a fortune, but still she had something. She was not plunging penniless into the great outside world, and she pressed her hand against her chest where the thirty-five thousand dollars was sewed into the lining of her bodice. Thirtyfive thousand dollars! It was a good

deal if it wasn’t three hundred thou-* sand. As the train thundered on through the she saw before her the lights of great cities, and heard the call of liberty, the call of the nomad and the social vagabond, the call of the noisy thoroughfare, of the bright places, of the tumult and the crowd The roving passion of the wanderer, to whom the spell of home is faint as a whisper in the night, passed Into her veins like the invigorating beat of wine She exulted in the sense o her freedom, in the magic of adven turf, in the wild independence of the unknown. THU KND.

GIANT OF THE MODERN RAILROAD

Boiler of Most Powerful Locomotive In the World. The Fire Box Is Large Enough to Hold a Donkey Switching Engine. —Popular Mechanics.

MEN TO BE PROUD OF

FORTITUDE AND HEROISM SHOWN BY RAILROAD BUILDERS. Driven to Sea When Houseboat Parted From Her Moorings, Workers on Florida and Key West Line Saved Themselves.

In the Wide World there is a story related in connection with the building

as the work advanced. One of them, "Number Four," was torn from its moorings at Long Key before the 145 men aboard could try to get ashore. Shortly before daylight it drove out across the Hawk channel, in a smother of sea and a roaring wind, and was smashed on the back of the Florida reef. The great barge was pounded to pieces in a twinkling, but there were men in her who showed heroic resolution even in this terrible situation. Bert A. Farlin, one of the resident engineers, and the leader on board, might have saved himself, but he went below to try to put heart into his men, and was killed by a flying beam when the superstructure collapsed. The men who had the grit and courage to use their wits crowded out on the balcony to windward to escape this , falling wreckage, and swore that they would pull through. Those who had the will to live were saved under almost incredible circumstances, while the cowards who had crowded into the hold perished to a man.

As the quarter boat floundered toward the reef, with the seas breaking clean over her, and with death for all on board apparently certain, a barge whirled past her in a fog of spray. Two mechanics, Kelly and Kennedy, stood side by side on the deck of the quarter boat. Kelly jumped for the barge as it sped past, and Kennedy was at his heels. A gray sea rose and swallowed them, and their comrades counted them as lost. Almost a week later the barge was picked up with Kelly and Kennedy aboard, crazed and almost dead for want of food and water. They recovered, however, and returned to the keys. As many as 87 of these quarter boat men were picked up out of the ■sea alive. With remarkable strength and with courage truly indomitable, they had ridden out the hurricane, clinging to of wreckage, to tables and to trunks. The Italian steamer Jenny passed them late in the afternoon of the wreck, found 44 of them and took them to Key West. Her boats risked the dangerous seas all night long and it is tragic to record that they heard the voices of others in the darkness, but were unable to locate the calls for help. The British steamer Alton picked up ,26 more and landed them at Savannah. For days and weeks news of other castaways came from distant ports —Mobile, Galveston, New York, London, Liverpool and even from ’Buenos Aires, whither they had been taken by parsing ships. Without boats or life preservers, knowing nothing of the sea and undisciplined for such a crisis, these hardy tollers battled for life with a success which makes their story remarkable tn the annals of shipwreck.

Life Convict Invents Safety Rail.

While serving a life term in the North Dakota state penitentiary, Peter Olson has made an Invention that has removed his family from all danger of immediate want, and may open the prison doors to him. ( When Olson was sent to the prison for life he was placed at work in the tool house and the blacksmith shop. Following a series of railroad wrecks caused by broken rails he conceived the idea of a reversible rail, exactly the same thing on each side, instead of having a thin base on the ties. The plan has been patented and the rails will be tried first in thia state.

Railroaders’ Low Wages.

Official* German statistic show that the average yearly income of the railway maintenance workers in Paden is (260; in , Wurttemberg, 1250; in Bavaria, >230; in Saxony, >235; in Prussia, >2lO.

of the Florida & Key West railroad. Many of the laborers were housed in huge barges, or “quarter boats,” with two - story superstructures, says the writer. These .craft were towed from key to key

KEEP TAB ON TRACK WALKER

Clocks Placed Along Line Make It Imperative for Men to Be Always “On the Job." “Move along! Move along! Move along!” incessantly chirp the little clocks with which the track welkers on sections of a prominent eastern railroad have been equipped. A track walker is supposed to walk. His title is not honorary, and his job is not a sinecure—unless he transforms it" into one, and that is against orders. On his walking and his watchfulness depend the lives or thousands of travelers, for he is supposed to ascertain that every inch of rail on his “beat” is fit for the safe passage of locomotive and cars. Until recently, the company relied solely on a card system to keep tab on these employes. This was an excellent incentive to good walking until some track walker, who some day may be president of a railroad, discovered that a friendly station operator, with a few strokes of his pen, could cover miles of ground. The operators were instructed to sign the cards of the track walkers when they appeared at their stations. Collusion between the card bearer and the signer was possible, and the company cast about for a system which would eliminate it The “move along”, clocks were the answer. Patrol stations have been placed along the track walkers’ beats. Each station has a different key. Each key registers differently from every other key. To have a clean sheet in his clock the walker must visit each patrol station. There is no possibility of collusion between him and keys, whereby he can sit on a pile of ties and dream away the time that should be spent in walking. “Move along! Move along!" chirp the clocks.

SAVE MUCH TIME AND LABOR

Electric Baggage and Package .Trucks Have Found Favor With the Men Who Handle Freight.

An electric truck designed solely for use in the baggage and freight sheds of railroads, on steamship docks, sad in factories, warehouses and like places where much package goods is handled, is finding favor in the motor world. The electric truck has a single motor, receiving current from a storage battery, and all four wheels are bath

Latest Form of Electric Truck.

driving and steering wheels. This four-wheeled drive is claimed to give the exceptional traction necessary for climbing the excessive grades encountered' in transporting freight up the inclined gangplanks of ships, onto platforms, and the like.—Popular Mechanics.

Track Made Flower Garden.

The Romney branch of one of the largest railroads of the state is so profusely blooming with flowers for 28 miles that trains are moving along the line with difficulty, says the tfew York Sun. The abundance of flowers came about through the breaking of two boards in the floor of a car loaded with nasturtium, sweet pea and morning glory seeds several weeks ago. The seeds were scattered along the track for miles. Then came heavy rains wbich turned the roadbed ,l nto * n elongated flower garden. While the road is more beautiful in appearance than usual, the posies are interfering seriously with the schedule and the section hands are busy trying to kill out the unwelcome blooms.

Accidents on Railroads.

In the last year an Investigation has been made of every accident on an eastern railroad, whether it was the case of a woman tripping on station steps or the derailment of a passenger train. The study has brought out the practice which cause every kind of accident on railroad property. Probably 70 per cent, of all the accidents in 1912 could have been prevented if employee had exercised special caution.—Safety Engineering.

The ON LOOKER

by HENRY HOWLAND

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I see them trudging down the street. His head is bent, his hair is white; Though she is old her smile is sweet, And, best of all, her heart is light. I He fondly guards her from the harm That threatens where the crowd is dense, ' Her hand is laid upon his- arm With long, long cherished confidence. He has not won enduring fame, Nor gathered riches that are vast; But she is proud to bear his name, And he will love her till the last.' To him she still is young and fair. To her he still is brave and strong; The way is strewn with roses where They slowly, gladly trudge along.

Queer.

*1 had a curious experience not long ago,” said a Chicago traveling man. “I was anxious to get into the city to spend Bunday with my family, and had driven across country for seven miles for the purpose of catching a through train on one of the Important railroads. When I arrived at the station I found on looking at the bulletin board that the train was 40 minutes late.” “Well, what was queer about that?” 1 he was asked. “The queer thing about it was that the train was only 40 minutes late."

REAL TROUBLE.

•V. find it harder and harder to live within my means.” “That ought to be easy enough. What I’m trying to do is live within the means my wife is endeavor-

ing to make the public believe we have.”

The Cost of Raw Materials.

I know a fair and gentle maid Who tells me she has learned to bake: She says she would not be afraid To match the biscuits she can make With those that mother made; the pie I She makes is most delicious, too; I Her charms appeal to me, and I Am sure that she'd tie sweet and true. I know that she can brtjll a steak. Her doughnuts oft have made me glad: Once with a piece of anget cake She cheered me when my heart was sad; But she, alas, ts not for me; Her waist I ne’er may hope to hook; I could not buy the things that she Would wish, if she were mine, to cook.

Probably.

“My wife scolds me every time I take out a new life insurance policy." “Why does she scold you? For living?"

He May Be Good Now.

“I never trouble myself about the future,” he said. “No wonder,” she replied. “It must keep you pretty busy thinking about your past.”

Cruel.

r “My friends,” said the man who-had been making a long and tiresome speech, “there is little more that I can say on this subject.” “Why ‘more?’” asked an impatient one who had, just finished yawning.

Avoiding Trouble.

"Do you have any trouble with your Janitor?” asked lilrs. Flatleigh. “Oh, no. Both my husband and I believe In devoting all our spare momenta to the pursuit of pleasure."

Self-RgstrainL

"My wife Is a woman who can praotlce great self-restraint” "Yes. She came over to see our new baby the other day, and didn’t •ay ‘Ain't he cunning?*”

Brilliancy and Cleverness.

The difference between brilliance and cleverness Is that a clever man may seem to be brilliant when tye Isn’t.

Happiest Man.

Happier than the man who thinks that whatever is his is right Is he who thinks that whatever Is his la best