Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 290, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 December 1913 — Page 3

CHIVALRY AND LOVE

By WALTER N. WILLIAMS.

When Ned Graham, son of the old banker, got word by the butler that his father wanted to see him in the library, he’d have wagered five to one that he was in for a wigging, though he couldn’t recall that he had done anything to deserve one. ‘‘Sit down, sir!” ** The son sat down. “You are through with college.” t “Yes, sir.” “Or, rather, college is through with you!” “Same thing, sir!” “H’m! H’m! You came near being expelled on two occasions.” “Not my fault, sir. On both occasions I punched a fellow's head for insulting a woman.” “And you hadn’t been home a week when you had a row at a theater.” "Yes, sir. The manager wouldn't pay the salary due the soubrette.” “And you butted in.” “She needed the dough, sir. Her landlady was going to bounce her unless she squared up.” “H’m! H’m! I have learned that you were under arrest for a time the other day in Central park.” - “Yes, sir." “Some more of your chivalry, I suppose?” “I knocked a fellow's block off for pestering a nurse girl.” “Stop, sir—stop!” commanded the father. “What sort of talk is this? You punch a head! An acress needs the dough! You knock a man’s block off! Have you heard me use such expressions !” “No, sir, but you see you never went to college.” “H’m! H’m! I’m ashamed of you, sir! The next thing I may expect to hear is that you are in love with a chorus girl.” “Hardly, sir. They are going out of fashion.” “H’m! H’m!” “And it’s department store girls that are coming in.” “Young man, I didn’t send for you to talk flippancy! Haven’t you got the sense to realize that the age of chivalry has passed?” "If I married a saleslady it would be for love, sir.” “Bosh! Nonsense. In a city like New York there is no such thing as love!” “That’s a hew one on me.” “More of your slang! Listen to me. Are you going to take up business?” “As soon as my vacation is over.” “That is what I shall expect. Meanwhile, drop chivalry, drop love. If you get into any more scrapes I’ll wash my hands of you. Any family scandal hurtß the banking business.” “But if occasion—” “You let the occasions severely alone!” •It wasn’t that the young man was looking for trouble. It was that trouble was hunting for him. The next day after the ultimatum of his father he took a walk down to the shopping district in search of a pair of gloves of the latest shade. The girl at the glove counter was a nice girl. She didn’t have too many bangs or frizzes or rats. She wasn’t snippy. She broke right off a confidential conversation with her chum to wait on Mr. Graham. She referred to the weather and the tariff and the last Newport fooldance. She had nice eyes. She had a dimple in her chin! Mr. Graham had had five pairs of gloves shown him when he decided he could punch a man’s head fdr even looking cross-eyed at such a fine girl as that. At ten pairs he had almost decided that he was in love. Then came the interruption. The floorwalker came forward in a most important way and said to the girj: “Miss Stevens, are you employed here to sell gloves?” “Y-yes, sir!” she gasped. “Then sell them!” That floor walker didn’t look good <o young Mr. Graham. He saw fear in the girl’s eyes. The remarks might be discipline, but they were also insulting. He looked the ofhcial over and then said: “Sir, you must apologize to the young lady!" “What! What!” “You apologize or put up your hands!” “Miss Stevens, is this loafer your brother?” was asked. “N-no, sir!” she cowered. “Then I’ll have him kicked but of the store!” “Oh, hurry out before he comes back with the porter!” entreated the girl. “Don’t get nervous,” the young man replied. The floor walker and a husky porter came up and the former said: "Don’t tfirow hips all the way across the street, fttfike!” The clerks and customers of a department store are seldom treated,to a first-class scrap, but this was one of the rare occasions. The flopr walker and Mike and ihree others were beautifully laid out before a pqliceman came, and the reward of Ned Graham was the whisper from Miss Stevens: S “1 shall lose my place, but I thank you for defending me!” The peace and dignity of a department store had been outraged. That is almost as bad as a loafer to come along and kick- in the doors of a church. The banker's son was shoved into a ceil at the police station. He did not send for his father. Some one else notified the old gentleman, and he came hustling along.

“Young, man, I gave you fair warning!” be- shouted. “Yes, sir.” “And you went right off and started a row!" "No, sir. A floor walker started it” “It was about a woman, I hear.” “My chivalry was appealed to in the case of'a damsel in distress.” “Then let your chivalry get you out. of this! I hope the court will give you three months on the island!” The judge didn’t He had a floor walker for a neighbor, and the man kept a dozen chickens. Beginning with the rooster and ending with the youngest hen, they took turns crowing all night, and therefore his honor made the ' sentence only ten days. Young Graham served it out without a whine. When the prison doors were opened to him he saw his father waiting. "Is it a cure?” grimly asked the banker. “Do you want me to say with you that chivalry and love are dead in New York?” asked Ned. “I want you to stop making a fool of yourself! If you don’t make that promise you needn’t come home! 1 am not nmning an idiot asylum!” "So long, dad!" Two days later the father read in the papers that Ned had visited the department store and procured Miss Stevens’ address. It had not been sent with the bouquet that came to him while serving his sentence. He read that he had called at the young lady’s house. In about three days there “was more interesting reading. Banker Graham read that his son had got a job on a street car line as a conductor. That he was helping old ladies and children on and off. That he was punching the head of every pickpocket who tried to take his car. That scores and scores of salesgirls were going out of their way to patronize that line. “H’m! H’m!” coughed the old gentleman as he read. There was another brief Interval, and then he read that the chivalrous young Mr. Graham was looking for a furnished flat; that he was in receipt of 200 complimentary letters a day; that the romantic spirit of a great city was being aroused; that the dashing Ned would marry Miss Stevens within a month; that an old bachelor-philanthropist would give the loving couple a marriage present of $10,000; that the record of marriages was unprecedented. There were other “H’ms!” and then the banker sought out hiß son to say: “Ned, what are you going to do?” "Keep on earning two dollars a day till I get a raise.” “You are a fool, sir!” “And marry Miss Stevens.” “You ought to have Jerome after you as a lunatic!” “And convince you that there is more romance, chivalry and love to the square foot in New York city, than anywhere else in the United States of America!” “H’m! H’m Fred, come home!” “Why. father?” “Because I guess you are right!” (Copyright, 1913, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

RAISE ORCHIDS ON THE FARM

Many Species of This Beautiful Flower Will Bloom During the Entire Year. Many think orchilds are only for the rich, or that they must have houses built especially for them. However, this is an error, for there are some exquisite orchids- that can be bought a,s cheaply as a palm or fern, and may be grown in the home window garden. Orchids are divided roughly into two groups—epiphytal and terrestial. The former grow on trees or rocks, and the latter on the ground. Florists will send the epiphytal orchid properly fastened to wood, and the proper potting material for the ground orchids. These curious plants require light, but not sunlight, air, but not even a hint of frost. They wpnt plenty of water and syringing but ample drainage during the growing season. After the plants have matured their growth, the supply of water, and only syringe enough to keep the bulbs from shriveling. If Insects trouble them sponge with soap and water. The following orchids are suited to amateur collections, and will bloom all year. The cattleyas ar,e most beautiful and their flowers will last a long time if not injured by water. The tropical lady slippers include many colors and all are curiously beautiful. Skinners lycasta, the butterfly orchid, the Epiderdrum vitellinum majus from Mexico, the Bhlning orchid from China, and codogne cristata from North India all are recommended for house culture.—M. L. Bennington.

Rowing Down the Mississippi.

Andrew Kdehn, who finished eleven years of service in the United States navy last April with the . grade of quartermaster, first' class, started June 15 to row the entire length of the Mississippi river, entirely unaccompanied, for the purpose of establishing a record for the distance. The start was made at the head of Lake Itasca, Minnesota, where the great river rises, and the 41ttle boat used by the former navy oarsman is named Itasca. boat is of galvanized steel, with a tfood cockpit cover, ten feet long and forty-two inches beam., A wooden the bottom serves as a bunk, And is provided with a regulation navy mattresß and' two blankets. Stanchions are placed so that they can be ueed either to carry an awning or to support a small tent which buttons over the cockpit coaming, making the Interior rainproof.—Popular Mechanics Magazine.

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UNIONS OF LAWLESS

Secret Societies That Still Continue to Terrorize Europe. r ■ - ) / * Arson, Murder, Intimidation and Other Crimes at Which Police and Magistrates Wink-—Wide Activity of the Camorra. London.—ls the full story of the secret societies of Europe could be written, said a consul who has spent 30 years of his life in the Levant, according to the London Weekly Telegraph, it would make by ljar the most thrilling and amazing volume, or rather library of volumes, the world has ever known. Many people are under the impression that these lawless societies are things of the past, and it is true that some of them are now comparatively old history; but, strange as it may Beem, it is a fact that today half of Europe, the part east of a line drawn, say, from Palermo to St. Petersburg, is literally honeycombed with societies which batten on every kind of crime and flourish in defiance of the law. The Camorra, for example, is today more balefulTy vigorous and far more wijiggpread in its ramifications than when it spread terror throughout the kingdom of Naples in the eighteenth century. In those early days the Camorrlsti, as its members were called, had their quarters in every provincial town and a dozen of them in the city of Naples itself, each section having its autocratic,chief whose will was law and to disobey whom was death. So powerful were they that their tyranny extended to every trade and every class In the kingdom; they plundered with impunity and practiced every sort of crime, from murder to smuggling. To such an extent did they carry their insolence that they imposed a tax on every article of food that entered Naples; and this impost none, from the highest to the lowest, dared resist. Today, so greatly has the Camorra flourished and spread itß lawless net. its operation covers the whole of Turkey; and it ’ has countless branches elsewhere through the Levant. Its members are principally Italians and Greeks, and they are drawn from all classes, from princes to peasants, Candidates for membership still swear their terrible oath of fidelity on a crucifix of irbn, as did the first members long generations ago; and only after passing the severest tests and undergoing a long probation do they receive the two knives of peculiar form by which the Cammoristi can always recognize one another. The Camorra has been called "an organized band of more than this; for it is prepared to undertake any form pf crime that brings gold into its coffers. In the neighborhood of Constantinople, especially, It draws a large revenue as the paid instrument of vengeance. If, for instance, a lover has a rival whom he would gladly see removed from his path, all that i? necessary is to call

KAISER WILHELM’S LEFT ARM

Something That All Germany Knows and None Dare Mention. Berlin.—On January 27, 1859, Berlin watted for the guns which were to announce the birth of the first baby to the princess royal of Great Britain, who married Prince Frederick William of Prussia, in 1858. For an heir 101 guns are fired and for a daughter only twenty-two. At the twenty-third report all Berlin went mad with delight. The crowd near the palace captured old Field Marshal Wrangel, clamoring for particulars. “Children,” he said, “all is well. It is as fine and sturdy a recruit as one could wish." Thus was the birth of the present kaiser. But the public little knew of the tragedy which almost had happened, and which might have resulted in the death of the baby prince and his mother. It la related in a biograhphy of the Empress Frederick, just published, that the bedroom of the princess at the old schloss, the royal palace in Berlin, was next to the death chain-/ ber where a previous king had died. This was kept in the same state as on the day of bis death, and the princess had to pass through it to her bedroom or dressing room It was in circumstances like these that the present kaiser was born, and his defect at' birth—a helpless left arm —was the result of a most unfortunate mischance. The letter summoning Doctor Martin, the English doctor that Queen Victoria desired to officiate at the birth, was put by a stupid servant into the post instead of being sent direct, and it was this delay that catosed all the trouble. Both mother and baby were for a time in imminent* danger, No anaesthetic was administered, aDd the princess, with characteristic courage, looked up to her husband, who held her in his arms the whole Mine. None of them about Her thought ber strength would hold out, and one of the German doctors actually said In h«r presence that she would die, and her baby, too. Fortunately, jhis dismal prophecy was not fulfilled, and as the years #ent by the young prince grew up to be a fine, manly boy, in spite of the fact that he was permanently crippled tc his icit arm. ■*

MRS. PRESTON M’GOODWIN AND SON

The wife and little son of Preston McGoodwin, the new American minister to Venezuela, who have accompanied him to his post in Caracas. Mrs. Goodwin is a daughter of C. E. Curtice, a Missouri newspaper publisher.

the 'Camorra to his .aid. A dagger thrust in the back on a dark night, a body flung into the Bosphoius, the exchange of a stipulated sugi—and the way is clear for him. Dead men tell no tales; nor do the Camorrieti. It is all in the day’s work; and the gold is none tbe worse for being the price of blood. Thus easy, thank's to the Cam orra, is it to be rid of a falsd lover, a troublesome rival, or a wife or husband who has become superfluous. Even more powerful and dreaded than the Camorra is the Mafia, a secret society which has long held tyrannous sway over Sicily. The Mafia has been well described by M. Gianelli as "an unapproachable and multiform union of persons of all classes who aid each other, in spite of the law and of morality, to murder, to intimidate and sequestrate landed proprietors, to raise a ring in the corn market, to forge wills, to influence the result of trials and to push their best men Into government otlices. It includes outlaws, mayors, judges, thieves, sharpers and members of parliament.”

FOSTER IS A HISTORIC MAN

Former Secretary of 3tate Still Living Quietly at Washington City. Washington.—Gen. John W. Foster, the American, who was Invited by the emperor of China to participate in the peace treaty at the close of the wars, between China and the empire of

Gen. Jonn W. Foster.

Japan, is still living, and though al most eighty years of age possesses a mind as keen as ever. The home of the former secretary of stale ts in Washington, though he was born ana reared in Indiana. As an international lawyer, both Mexico and China have availed themselves of his services His "Century of American Diplomacy’ is recognized as an Authority and is used in many institutions of learning

Neighbors Visit After Many Years.

Camden, N. J. —Although living only twenty tniles apart, Mrs. Margaret Dawson of Wilmington, Del., and Mrs. Mary Jamison of Hanisonville have Just met for the first time in 38 years. Both are around eighty and neither was ever “much-on vjsjting.”

Pear Tree in Bloom.

Yonkers, N. pear tree is In bloom on the premises of Doctor Dedrick. Raspberries and strawberries also are ripe in the garden of W. M. Townsend.

Another secret society, which is now almost extinct, is that of the carbonari, which, a century ago, was all powerful in Italy and France. True to its motto, "Vengeance for the lamb torn by the wolf,” it waged relentless war against all forms of despotic government, and played a very considerable part in lire history of the early part of last century. Its members who included priests, army officers, and even “women, numbered half a million or more, and among the most zealous of Them were: Lord Byron, Mazzinl and Charles Albert, afterwards king of Sardinia. The carbonari (“the charcoal burners,” as they dubbed themseives), with their mystic riteß and lofty aims, have had their day of intrigue and plotting; as also, to a large extent, the hetaira, which counted a Russian czar, the first Alexander, among Us high placed members. But the nihilists still flourish as vigorously as when their pioneers, Mikhailoff, the poet, and Tchernyshevsky, were sent to their death in Siberia (half a century ago.

MEXICAN HOTEL AT FRESCO

American Tourist Shown to a “Room” in Corn Patch by Dignified Host. Chicago.— A tourist who was tramping over Mexico last year was "put up” for a night at a lazy, rickety little shack that was called a hotel. It was in the country, in the northern part of Nuevo Leon state. ' “At the hotel,” the tourist said, “the old stage joke about stopping on the outside was no joke at all. Very much travel worn, I arrived late in the afternoon. There were only two rooms in the ‘posada,’ meaning in Mexico—‘the hotel’—a large room, which served as lobby, office and dining room, and a much smaller side room, which was kitchen anveverything else connected with the hostelry. ”1 did not find out until after I had paid, a little matter that was demanded in advance with such a flourish of courtesy that I could not hesitate. I spent several perturbed momepts, off and on, wondering where I was to sleep. However, there were three other ‘guests,’ Mexicans, who did not appear to be worrying, so I tried to be patient. Supper, an affair of lots of pepper and little food, was ‘served’ by the proprietor’s wife. Shortly after nightfall the proprietor, with much bowing and gesturing, and ‘Senor Americanoing’ signified to me that he would take pleasure in assisting me to my room. I followed him—out of the hotel and into a small corn patch behind the building. “In a corn row, at a point where the overhanging top blades were thick enpugh to furnish a canopy that was at least dew-proof, my landlord halted and pointed to an old blanket which had been spread in the hollow between the rows, and, bowing and senoring some more, commended me to the care of the saints and departed. "That was my room. l There was an old frayed mat for & pillow and a dilapidated bihnket for covering. "Did I call up the office and kick on the room?dld-noL The earth was dry and warm and, having been recently hoed, was not hard, and being dead tired I turned in at once and bad a dandy sleep.” < —■

Presence of Mind Saved Money.

Paterson, N. J.—When told by two highwaymen to "throw up his hands,”* Abraham Stein, a local merchant, did so and held a roll of SSO in one of them while the robbers searched him and got 50 cents.

STORIES of CAMP and WAR

TALE OF GETTYSBURG FIGHT Commissioner of Boldiers’ Relief for City of Boeton Baved Life by Holding Onto a Towel. John E. Gilman, commissioners of soldiers’ relief for the city of Boston, lost his right arm in the second day’s fighting at Gettysburg and saved his life by a desperate expedient, With the assistance of some of his comrades. Mr. Gilman, a boy of eighteen, was a private in Company , Twelfth Massachusetts infantry, the regiment that was raised and commanded by Col. Fletcher Webster, a son of Daniel Webster. At Gettysburg the regiment numbered only 200 men, as it had lost heavily in previous engagements; ths colonel was killed at the second battle of Bull Run. On the morning of July 1 tbe Twelfth Massachusetts halted near the theological seminary, about a mile and a half west of Gettysburg. On the first day it moved by flank to the north along the Mummasburg road. The enemy making a demonstration along the left flank, the regiment changed front and occupied the crest of a hill. This position enabled tbe brigade of which the Twelfth was a part to deliver an enfilading fire into the advancing lines of tbe enemy. That day the brigade captured Iverson’s North Carolina brigade, and after <iark a detail was made up to take the prisoners to the rear. "I was a member of that detail," said Mr. Gilman. "The trip to the provost masbal’s camp with the prisoners and the march back to our front took up all night Early in the- morning of July 2 I got back to my regiment on tbe line of the second and third days’ battle at Zieglers Grove. “We had scarcely finished our coffee when the shelling by the Confederates began. The shells were coming thick, and I was walking behind a low stone fence, trailing my gun, when a piece of shell struck me and tore off my right arm. “The bone was shattered at the elbow and the flesh torn off nearly to my shoulder, but the forearm hung by the muscles. George N. Hill, one of the drummers, and several of the other boys came to my assistance. They got a towel from my knapsack and bound it tightly around my arm, just below the shoulder. “I had to hold the tournaquet with my left hand to keep it from slipping. Sergeant Riva and one or two of the other boys were ordered to assist me to the field hospital in the rear. "The road J>ack was one of tho roughest I ever traveled. We had tocross a plowed field, and the shells were falling all about us and tearing: up the earth. One burst near us and a shower of earth covered us. But the sergeant and I escaped Injury, although it was so dark for a time that neither knew what had happened to the other. “I was becoming so weak from loss of blood that I could not keep on. So the boys laid me on my blanket and carried me the rest of the way to a clump of trees, where a white-haired old surgeon attached to a Brooklyn regiment had his tables. “I was still bolding on to the towel with my left hand when I was placed on the operating table. “ ‘My boy,’ said the surgeon, ’have you been holding that towel all this time?’ I said I had. ‘My boy,’ he said, ‘you have saved your life. In three or four minutes your body would have emptied itself of blood.’ I clung to the towel until the surgeon had applied his tourniquet above it. “We were transported to Gettysburg in ambulances and taken to the general hospital in Yoyk, Pa., fav cattle cars, which had be(jn only partly cleaned. The journey was so rough that many of the wounded were dead when we reached our destination, and I, one of the strongest, had to be carried from the car on a litter.”

"Fought by Boys.”

“The Civil war was fought by boys.” The line has a dramatic ring to it. We like to say it It falls "trippingly from the tongue.” Yet It has-ia it a literal truth that is lacking in many generlizations. The records show that men as old at “Matty” Matbewson were a minority in the ranks. Scores of boys of fourteen years were on the rolls, says the Chicago Post Now former Congressman Washington Gardner is elected commander-in-chief of the Grand Army of the Republic. And he enlisted in Company D, Sixty-fifth Ohio Volunteer infantry, at the age of sixteen.. Time is passing, and the great war is- sinking deeper behind the distant mountains of memory. Its boys of sixteen will soon be all of its living evidence that we have left.

Texas Reminiscences.

N. C. Duncan, W'heelock, Tex., is a veteran of the Mexican war, and the oldest survivor of the Texas pioneers He has gotten out a leaflet of his memoirs. He was one of a company of emigrants from Madison county, Tennessee, in 1835, for Texas. Among them were several who were captured by the Mexicans, and Santa Ana orders ed every Tenth man out of the 170 to be shot, which was done. With him for a part of the journey was a squad under Daniel Madden, who were all killed In the Fannin uassacrw