Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 292, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 December 1913 — Page 2

HER FIRST CASE

By BRUCE WATSON.

“I shall sleep an hour. Draw the -shades, and leave some drinking water beside me, and do get out for a -walk. You’ve been losing your rosy cheeks the last week, and I only chose you from all the other girls on account of them —and your smile. That’s better. Run along now.” Miss Livingston waved her nurse away, crossly. She was glad to go, too. Hour after hour shut in the hotel suite with her elderly patient, did not add sunshine to Nan Gleason’s life, any more thhn it helped the color to stay in her cheeks.

She slipped her long blue cloak around her and went out without the bonnet Somehow, she had not grown used to the nurse’s bonnet yet. It was only eight weeks since she had left the hospital.

Nearly all of her class were younger women. She was twenty-nine. They had asked her, these girls of twentyone and twenty-four, why she had taken up nursing so late. And she had told the truth, how there were six younger children, and she had stayed at home, helping her mother bring them up. Every since she could remember, there had been a new baby every few years for her to care for, and trundle around.

Then at last they had. grown up, old enough to care for themselves, and when the last, Teddie, their baby, went into high school, Nan had calmly announced her plans to the family, and entered the big gray stone City hospital for her training. She had enjoyed the entire course, too, especially as she went forward, and was chosen at some of the major operations for her steady hand, and quick responsiveness. That was how she came to meet Hal Thurber. There had been a motor accident It was late at night, and they rushed the injured to the operating room. Little Kate Caxton had roused her. There were six other nurses in the anteroom when she, stepped out of the elevator, and they were just carrying one of the men by on a stretcher. She had never forgotten his face as he lay there unconscious, his dark curhair damp with perpiration, his face a curious ivory color from the mingling of tan and palor. When the surgeon chose her for his case, she felt her first throb of anxiety. The scent of the ether made her faint as she watched them hold the cone over his face, but from habit she moved about, obeying orders until the thing was done. Afterwards she had been assigned to nurse him but it had only been for two days. His mother had arrived from Washington with special nurses, money, everything. After a week his case was only a memory at the City hospital, but to Nan, it was the one thing that stood out in her mind from her three years there. She had never had a love romance In her life. There had not been time. Two of her younger sisters had come to her first with their shy, sweet stories of first love, and she had helped make their wedding outfits. And that night, after they had left her with him, Thurber had come out of the anesthetic restless, dreamy, dazed with pain and shock, and calling for someone over and over again, so pleadingly in his deep toned rich voice, so imploringly, so tenderly that it had made her thrill just to hear him. Nobody knew, not even himself, how she knelt beside him and held his poor, aching head on her shoulder, talking to him softly, smoothing back his hair with her cool fingers, hushing him until he was quiet and drowsy, even letting him kiss her. The next day he had been himself, with no memory at all of his delirum, no suspicion that the quiet, calm faced nurse at his bedside had gained bor first knowledge of what love can give from his ravings the night before. She had been left alone with him for a minute or two just before he went away. He was carried down on th© stretcher, still helpless and in pain, but he had smiled up at her with a touch of his half reckless challenge at the cuff fate had dealt him. "Good bye nurse,” he said. “Pleasant dreams.” The color had risen in her face, and just for an instant their eyes met, she wondering what hidden meaning his words held, he with the provocative mischief in his smile and gaze. Then they had taken him away. That had been all, yet it remained the one splendid bit, of romance in her whole life. She knew she could never give to another man all of her love, not with the memory of that night, with his words in her ears, his hands reaching out for her, holding her fast and close to him. The week Before hqf leaving the hosnitaJ, tne head surgeon had sen* for her to take a chronic case, as he said, a bit dryly. “It is the rich Miss Livingston. 6he thinks she has various ailments, and always carries a trained nurse as part of her entourage. Her last one gave out. Nervous prostration. Went home to Canada. She is very irritable, very excitable, and is going to California and later on to the islands, I underatand. If yod care to take the case, I can get it for you.” ‘TH go,’ said Nan, eagerly. It had sounded like heaven then. No operar tions, no horrors for awhile, nothing but a cross old woman to cater to. She had managed well with her. Her fussing and unceasing ordering around had been almost a comic relief from

the suppression of the hospital life. The long overland trip west was a delight/ and she found that the old lady began to take a certain grim pleasure in watching her nurse enjoy the sights that she never even saw. “Tell me what you’re looking at,” she would say, closing her own eyes, and Nan would sit by the car window describing everything she saw that appealed to her. - *

"You’ve got ideas and sense of beauty too,” said Miss Livingston, tersely, “and you’re the first nurse I ever had that was a human being. You can go on to the islands'with me if you like.”

They were in Los Angeles now, at a wonderful hotel set in a great garden of palms and roses, with the sea breaking on the shore below. Nan sut across the green lawns down to the path along the shore. It was nearly eleven. She would have a full hour to walk and rest before luncheon. Mies JdVingston expected her lawyer at noon. She was forever changing her will as her temper changed towards a host of relatives. Before sailing for Hawaii, she had decided to make a new will, and cut off a reprehensible niece who had eloped with a chauffeur recently. ,

It was all part of the new comedy of life to Nan. She hoped with all her heart the little niece would be happy. And even while she hurried along the path, she thought of her, and of how Miss Livingston had probably never ’known a real throb of love in all her pinched, starved, luxurious life, so how could she ever sympathize with one who threw away a chance at a fortune for its precious gifts. She would leave most of her money now to a nephew who had been somewhat of a scapegrace, ehe told Nan, and had been shut out of her favor for some time. • An automobile rolled up the broad drive under the palms. Nan glanced towards it, and stopped dead short. The machine stopped also, and Hal Thurber sprang out, hat off, hand outstretched to her. "Do you remember me, nurse?’ Remember him! She could feel the hot color mount her cheeks as he held her hands close in his. The car went on without him. In the wonder of |he moment, Nan did not even realize that he Intended staying with her, walking with her, until she found they had gone far along the shore, and it was noon. He had told her so much of himself, and of how the accident had jolted him out of a careless, happy-go-lucky Sort of existence. "But I must hurry back now,” said Nan. "I am nurse to a Miss Livingston —” “I know, of course. My aunt,” said Hal. "Your aunt? Oh, dear!” "Why?” “Because—” she hesitated. “Because I hate to have you ge£ her money when the little runaway bride needs it” “Do you?” he smiled down at her. “Then I tell you what to do. Aunt always cuts us off when- we iparry against her wishes. I never amounted to anything in my life until you wakened me out of a dream of inferno with your dear arms around me —” “You were delirious,’ said Nan, trying to keep her voice steady. Her chin was held high, her eyes met his fearlessly. “I was not, pardon me, but I know. And you kissed me. Aunt has been writing to me' for several weeks, and telling me of her delightful new nurse, Nan Gleason. Don’t you suppose I found out your name before you left? Don’t you suppose I made old Carruthers, the head surgeon, send you out here with Aunt Lydia? I brought my mother with me also, to make peace for me. She has gone up now to talk to aunt about us. When the lawyer gets there she needn’t change the will a bit, simply leave it as it, and let the poor little cousin get it” "But, Mr. Thurber,” Nan faltered, trying to draw away her hands, “I don’t see why you did all this —” “Don’t you, Nan. Look up at ma Did you forget me? Did you?” She shook her head, without meeting his eyes. He lifted both her hands to his lips. “Dear, I can’t kiss you here on the beach, but you will please consider yourself kissed, and my promised wife.” “And I took a three-year course just for one case,” Nan said later, when they strolled back to the hotel. “Two,” he corrected. "Aunt is better, but I am the chronic one.” (Copyright, 1913, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

Vases as Newspapers.

Painted vases and other relics approximately 5,000 years old, which were dug up last year l in Crete by the expedition in charge of Dr. Edith H. Hall, have arrived at the University of Pennsylvania museum after they had been given up as lost in transit. The vases are of the Minoan Age, and, while many of are broken, it will be possible td piece thenp together. As these vases were the Illustrated newspapers of that age they are expected to reveal a good deal of the life and customs of the Cretans in an era as far removed from Pericles and Alexander as the people of today are. They show a high state of civllizar tlon and wholly upset notions, accepted until a few years ago, that the ancient peoples were barbarians almost up to the time of classic Greece. The collection is the largest of Cretan relics in this country, and was shipped from Candia, Crete, just before the outbreak of .the Balkan war. They reached Athens, where all trace of them was lost. — New York Evening Post

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

MONUMENT TO SANTOS DUMONT UNVEILED

Santos Dumont is one of the few men to witness the unveiling of a monument to himself. This monument was erected in Paris by the Aero Club of France to commethorate the achievements of the intrepid master of the air, who is seen in the center foreground shaking hands.

SPIES INSIDE PRISON

How Plots Among Prisoners Are Discovered by Agents. Sleuth In Convict’s Garb—“ Green Hand” Is Appointed by English Prison Commissioners, and Does Effective Work.

New York. —More roguery goes on behind the walls of a convict prison than most persons imagine. Instead of blunting a man’s mental faculties and deadening his wits, incarceration in one of the frowning fortresses with the gray, grim exterior often has the reverse effect. Solitude makes a man more cunning than ever. Plots are hatched, future crimes planned, and the whereabouts of stolen property divulged to a convict about to return to the world, and cases are not infrequent where warders who are in league with their charges supply them with food, tobacco, snuff, communications from the outside world and other little comforts for handsome money considerations.

On the governor in English prisons, of course, devolves the duty of ruling, says a writer in the New York Telegraph. The discipline to the untrained eye may appear perfect, the code of rules seemingly all that can be desired, and the staff beyond reproach. But appearances are deceptive, and the governor is sometimes brought face to face with cases which baffle all his powers of discernment. ,It is on these occasions that the services of the secret staff, of which I was for some years a member, are enlisted. It is an organization of which little is heard. Composed of a number of officers holding the rank and receiving the pay of principal ward» era, the duty of these men is to assume for the time being the role of convict in any prison where the authorities are baffled by some mystery. This is how I joined the secret service staff: After leaving the army with a good character, I applied for a post as assistant prison warder, filled up a form answering a lot of questions and inclosed copies of my testimonials. As I only received a formal acknowledgment I called at the office of the prison commissioners, and, being told that I would be written to when my services were required, I was retiring very unhappily. Just then, however, a keen faced man, with a bundle of papers in his hands, recalled me into a private room, and asked me if 1 would undertake the duties of one of the secret service staff for a time. Having been idle for months, 1 agreed gladly. And then the official told me something of the arduous, dangerous and difficult work which was to fall to my lot In accordance with his first instructions, 1 reported myself on the followJng day at 5. a. m. at a certain convict prison, prepared for a three weeks’ stay. I was ushered into a, private room, my clothes were taken away, my hair cropped, and a convict's suit was given to me. A few moments later I stood in the presence of the governor, and only then was the exact nature of my mission detailed to me. The story was that the officials had been baffled by an extensive secrej correspondence which had been carried on. The secret service staff, had been sent down twice, and on each occasion their efforts had failed to detect 1 the offenders. It was accordingly resolved to employ a perfectly green band.' Hence my selection. The governor gave me an address

in Stepney where my . supposed friends werb residing, my number which would at any time disclose my identity, and some good advice. Then, touching a bell, he summoned a warmer, who conducted me through a long passage, opened a cell door and motioned me to enter. I tried to speak, but he angrily forbade me to do so.

The next day I commenced my campaign by sounding the warder who had charge of me to see if he were “amenable to reason." A Stern reproof. was my only reward. A day or two afterward, while on the work outside, I got reported for attempting to enter into "familiar conversation” and received a caution from the deputy governor. Later on, when a principal warder remarked on the blistered state of my hands, I replied that I had plenty of money outside to keep me from working, if I could get at it. He did not swallow the bait. Instead he “ran me in,” and I lost my supper.

For over a week I discovered nothing, but by dint of patience and perseverence, and not a little deduction I found the warder who was willing for $25 to carry a message to my friends in Stepney. All the details were'arranged, and, securing leave, the man departed. But when he arrived at his destination he found the governor and other officials awaiting him, and, confessing that he was the man who had acted as intermediary in the case which had been puzzling the authorities, he was dismissed from the service.

LEWIS’ BAGGAGE GOES WRONG

Illinois Senator’s Luggage Placed In Woman’s Auto Through Mistake of Footman. Washington.—Senator J. Hamilton Lewis arrived unheralded from Chicago. A porter took his baggage, proceeded him from the train and vanished. “A footman took them, sir,” said the porter, when the angry senator descended on him. “He put them in that automobile. There’s a lady tn It. sir.”

Senator J. H. Lewis

Mrs. Lewis is in Europe. The senator was in a quandary. “Here you,” he said to the porter, "get me those bags, do something—only get them.” The porter got them, and the senator fled the station in a taxicab.

Find Four-Foot Lizard.

Cumberland, Md. —A four-foot lizard, stHl Hive and known only in the tropw; was unearthed by a blast at theyUeinent MUI kilns here. It died from the effects of the blast

INSTIHCT ONLYGUIDE

Birds and Insects That Occasionally Make Blunders. Feathered Creatures Accused of “Unwisdom” in the Selection of Sites for Nests—Ant Is Not Always Wise. London.—The wisdom of the “little people” is a subject of never failing charm to those who love them, and it is with a certain degree of hesitation that I draw your attention to one or two curious instances of what may be termed “unwisdom," says a writer in the London Weekly Telegraph. They are worth studying, because they throw some light on the vexed question of instinct versus reason. No subject is better worth attention, none more frequently misunderstood, for many an action which we carelessly assign to intelligence is really the result of instinct. A bird does not learn to build a nest nor does TtTeason oubthe best way of setting to work. It simbly follows its Instinct and acts as countless generations of its kind have done in the past. Remember such a bpsy worker cannot be said to be fallowing the example of its parents since it never saw them at work. Even better instances of this may be found among the teeming members of the insect worlft, for they are usually orphaned at the time of their birth, yet they contrive to carry out the most complicated work with no one to guide them, and no pattern before them. Wisdom, then, is clearly a word which must not be too lightly used, and, perhaps, I ought not to accuse the little workers of lack of it, but rather of occasional blunders. Exact terms are always dangerous things to deal with, for they tempt one to wander into the maze of definition, and once there it is difficult to get away again. The man who knows more of the ways of spiders than, perhaps, any one else in the world —of course, I mean M. Faber—for a long time studied the habits of that maternal spider which carries a sort of egg basket about with her, instead of depositing her eggs in a suitable spot and leaving them alone. The spider in question has come in for much praise, the tender solicitude she betrays for her future brood being beautiful. Alas, when she is made the victim of a sort of practical joke, and has a little round of cork given her Instead of her precious treasure, she carries. it just as carefully, and never finds out the difference.

Ants, In spite of their vaunted “wisdom,” may be tricked in much the same way, being made to carry such lumber as beads under the impression that they are harvesting. Their mistake, however, is not as sad in its results as that of the fly, which lays Its eggs on the evil smelling carrion plant under the Impression that it has found a particularly putrid, and therefore desirable, piece of meat. Birds occasionally, though only occasionally, make sad blunders in their choice of a nesting site, some of the water fowl laying in a spot which is pretty sure to be under water before the eggs are hatched. Again, in some instances, two cuckoo eggs have been discovered In the same nest, and the bird has been blamed for making such a mistake as to Imagine that two children of hers could possibly occupy such cramped quarters. I am not satisfied that this criticism is fair, because it Is possible that‘the eggs are those of two rivals, though even then It might be argued that the second bird ought to know better than to choose a nest already engaged. That she should fail to do so is, perhaps, yet another example of this most unmotherly bird’s brutal indifference to her offspring’s future. She really is shocking. But, perhaps, the strangest blunder of all is that made by the lemming, which marches in its thousands down to the sea, and, to all intents and purposes, commits the crime of felo-de-se. If he really means to end his days then we cannot fairly describe the action as a blunder. The general opinion is, however, that the deed is the result of a mistake—surely the most gigantic ever made. The lemming, however, is too interesting a creature to be dismissed lightly. He must have a paragraph to himself some day. He is the strangest and most persistent suicide ever died.

Carpenters Interrupt

Passaic, N. J. —Just as the Rev. John Nfeminga of the Christian Reformed church, had announced the text of his sermon, eight carpenters began hammering and thumping In an adjoining house. The minister gave it up, dismissed the congregation and called the police. The carpenters were fined $2.80 each for violating the Sunday law.

Lures Birds to Death.

Gary, Ind.—The great standpipe, which dissipates waste gas of the coke ovens at the Gary steel works by a constant flame, is proving to be the undoing of hundreds of birds. North- I ern birds now on their way south for the winter are attracted by the flame, and as they near it the gas fumes kill them.

Beans Get Man Into Jail.

Boston, Mass. —“Ell throw a rock through a window every time I go into a restaurant and get charged IB cents for a plate with only 42 beans on it," declared Joseph Mack, who was arrested for hurling a stone through the window of a beanery here. Mack said he counted the beans. He was sentenced to two months in JaiL

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His Specialty.

"What does your 'member of congress think of these questions?" “He don’t pay no ’tention to queestions," replied Farmer CorntosseL “He’s the man that knows what all the answers are, without botherin’ ’bout the questions."

Didn’t Impress Farmer.

An altercation arose between a farmer and a so-called expert in agriculture. ( “Sir,” said the expert, "do you realize that I have been at two universities, one in this country and one in Germany? 1 “What of that?” demanded the farmer, with a faint smile. “I had a calf nursed two cows, and the more he was nursed the greater calf he grew.”

Experience Substitutes.

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