Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 301, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 18 December 1913 — Page 2

NOT A BAD MATCH

By DON LA' GRANGE. O»s day the good Qeacon Pennybone, of the village of Delhi, found It necessary to drive over to the village of Wharton, six miles away. He was hitching up his horse and buggy when Mrs. Hannah Savage came to the house to say: "Deacon, they say you are going to drive over to Wharton today?” “Yes, I am,” was the reply. ; “Got a load?” I “Only a jug to be filled with tfle.” “You know my sister Sarah lives over there?” “Yep, guess she do, though I hain’t much of a hand to keep track of folks' sisters.” “Well, Sarah’s got a baby a year old, and she writes me that it can’t walk yet Something seems to be the matter with his knees or back.” “It sure orter be walkin' at a year old. They say I wasn’t quite ten months old when I could trot right out doors. Do you want to send any word to Sarah?” “I want to drive over and back with you.”

“All right You be ready in fifteen minutes. Guess the old mare can take us both and not git tuckered out." Deacon Pennybone was a widower. Hannah Savage was a widow. They had both lived in Delhi for years, and both belonged to the same Church, but gossip had never even hinted a marriage between them. It had never hinted that either one of them would marry again. The drive to Wharton was made. The deacon went to get his jug filled with oil, and the widow to see her sister and the baby. The baby was walking all right. The next day after its mother had written about its walkless condition it had got choked on a spool of thread and been shook and dangled head downwards with vigorous hand! Ten minutes later it was taking its first steps. The drive out and back was pleasant The widower and widow talked about the new spire for the meeting bouse that was going to be erected — the death of Silas White’s cow—the plentitude of potato-bugs—the success of the late -Sunday school picnic and oven the best way of killing off burdocks so they would stay killed, but not a word nor a hint of anything closer. They were just neighbors. If 'the subject of the heathen of Africa bad been brought up they might have discussed it for miles to the excluaion of all else. The deacon's sister was his housetkeeper. She was a sour-faced old maid with a sharp tongue, and when her brother got back home she felt it her duty to say something. She therefore remarked: “I suppose the match was at least half-made today?” “What match?” asked the deacon. “She’s been trying to catch a man for the last five years.” “Ruth, who you talkin’ about?” I “Why, the widow Savage.” “What’s wrong with her?” “She’d like ,to change her name to Fenny boae!”

“Say, now,” replied the deacon as he'fired up, “you quit talkin’ that way! She hain’t the slightest idea of it. If ahe has I hain’t.” "All widders want to marry again,” said the sister. “Then let ’em marry, but none of ’em will marry me!” When the widow Savage got home Mrs. Goodhue, a neighbor, dropped in to ask about the baby over at Wharton that couldn’t walk. She was given, full information, and then she remarked: „ “Lots of folks thought it funny." "What was?” “Your riding over there with Deacon Pennybone.” “But I don’t see anything funny about that” "Well, you hadn’t been gone half an hour when the story was around that you and the deacon had gone away to get married.” "Upon my soul! The deacon and me get married! Why, he don’t want me, and I don’t want him. If the fool-killer would come along he’d find plenty to do in this town!” “Then—then—” “Then nothing!” What a curious thing is human nature! Here were two people who ■were neighbors and friends —nothitft more. They hadn’t thought of each -other once a week, unless happening to meet. But now, because a sourtempered old maid and a gossipy neighbor made a few remarks they began thinking of each other. "By gosh!" said the deacon to himself as he sat down to milk the cow that evening, “the widder Savage wouldn’t be such a bad match if a feller wanted to marry agin. She’s purty good lookin’ when she’s got her Sunday duds on, and she can talk like a streak and talk sense too. I’ve heard she was a savin’ woman, and had money in the bank.” And as the widow Savage cleared away her supper dishes she smiled and mused: “So they thought the deacon arji me were going to elope and get married! Um! Guess he’d be the last man I’d think of, though I will say for him that he’s good-tempered and upright. He pays his debts and never says anything mean of anybody. If 1 wanted to get married again, which I don’t and the deacon wanted to get married again, which he don’t —why— why—” It is highly probalde that the dea«m did some iao{<) thinking, as in

about four weeks after that drive to Wharton and back ffe called at the house of his pastor and said: “Pastor, I know a widder woman in this town.” “Yes?” was replied. “She’s a church member,” “Yes?" » ' “She’s a darned nice woman!” “Be careful, deacon!” “I’m kinder thinkin’ that as I am a widower and she a widder we might make a match.” “Yes?” “She’s purty well off, and Tin purty well off, and —and —’’ “And what?” “Why, I've come to ask you what you think about it.” “Do you love her?” asked the pastor after a silence. “Can’t say that thinking about her has kept me awake nights.” “Have you courted her?” “Not a darned court!” “Deacon, must I caution you again about your profanity! Have you spoken to her about marriage?" “Not a darned —I mean not a word.” “Then, as I gather from your words, if you marry this widow it is a selfish sort of marriage on your part.” “Why, I’d get a good woman and her property, and she’d get a good man and be cared for.” “Such matches are made every day,” said the parson, “and I regard each and every one as an evil. Every marriage should be based upon love. If you should find yourself loving this woman then it would be right and proper to offer marriage. Unless this is the case I shall hope there will be no marriage.” “I guess. that cuts me out, parson. I hain’t got no more romance about me than a bump on a dead log." And it is highly probable that the widow Savage did some more thinking, for within a week she followed the deacon’s 'trail to the parsonage and said to the pastor: , “I am terribly embarrassed, but I want' your advice.” "What is the trouble, sister Savage?” was asked. “If a man—if a good man —if a widower asked me to mary him, and I did not exactly love him, would I be doing right to mary him?” '“Not according to my lights, sister. You must learn to love him first.” “But if I don’t have the chance to learn ?” “I sometimes think that Providence has a hand in those things,” replied the good man, though there was a bit of doubt in his tones. It was two weeks later and the widow was returning from the sawmill, where she had been to order some boards to repair her pig-pen. She met Deacon face to face. He was bound for. the mill to. order some shingles for the roof of his kitchen. “Hope I see you well, widder.” "And the same to you.” “Did the frost last night nip your garden any?” ♦ “Not a spec.” And then, as the deacon was about to say that he guessed the frost had killed off the horse-flies for good and all, there came warning shouts of: “Mad dog! Mad dog! Look out, deacon!” He turned to see a mastiff that was surely suffering with the rabies coming down the street full at them. He didn’t lose a second. He picked the widow up and threw her over a picket fence, and then sprang after her. The mad animal came racing up and would have made the jump had not a big. club knocked him down and afterwards battered the life out of him. After the marriage, which took place a month later, the deacon asked: % “Hahner, dear, when did you first feel that you loved me with all your heart?” “Why, it was when you chucked me over the fence!” she replied as she gave him a kiss that lifted him off his heels. (Copyright, „ 1913, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

BETTER TO ELIMINATE HAND

World Will Improve When Machinery Takes Its Place as the Motive Power. The elimination of, the human hand is the watchword or battle cry of many of the workers for pure-food laws and regulations. And it is the aim of many of the big producers of foods, too. The state of New Hampshire not long ago rendered a decision forcing bread to be wrapped when it was sold. And some of the big factories where crackers and biscuits are made, for instance, have so far eliminated the human hand that you see human hands only manipulating the big steel machine hands that touch the food. So much for the efforts of state and factory. How about your own bouse? Does the'human hand have a too prominent part in the making of your home-made bread? Even if it is your own hand, it had better not be used unnecessarily in the preparation of food. From both the standpoint of health and that of economy, the use of the human hand when it is possible not to use it ought to bo avoided.

Make this the watchword of j your kitchen, and so help advance a, na-tion-wide effort for better food and better economy in its making.

The Wit

The Wit—’Lo, Bill! Whatcha doing since yoCTelt college? “Working in a coffee factory.” "I gotcha. Starting from the ground up."—Columbia Jester.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND? "

The Roosevelt party watching the deck sports aboard the S. S. Vandyck of the Lamport & Holt line as the vessel was Crossing the equator. Much laughter was evoked by the pillow fight between McCarroll (left) of the Y. M. C. A. and Hoffman (right), an officer in the Russian army, seated on a spar directly over an improvised swimming pool. The Roosevelt party is seen directly at the head of the gangway on right, Colonel Roosevelt next to bareheaded man.

EUGENIE’S END NEAR

Some Features in Life of Former French Empress. How the Daughter of a Spanish Grandee Captured the Heart and Throne of Napoleon lll.—Attempted Suicide Once.

London.—Empress Eugenie lies ill In Farnborough. Press reports say she is dying. The woman, once the leader of the gayest court in all Europe and the most: beautiful woman of

her day, is now plunged in the most profound melancholy. She has retired completely from society and refuses to permit any one to talk to her about the time when, as empress of the French, she shone with regal splendor. And the end is drawing near for one of the most tragic figures in France. Hers is only the shadow of a name.

“The tragedy of my life,” she says to friends, “is almost ended. My visitors come to witness the last act.”

Eugenie was not born to the pu/fcle. Her mother was the daughter of an Irish adventurer; her father was the count of Montijo, a grandee of Spain. The mother was a light, frivolous woman, but Eugenie and her sister Francesca grew up to be adorable little girls. Their father having died after inheriting the title of his brother, they were sent to a . convent in Paris and came back to Madrid, where their mother was living as maid of honor to Queen Isabella. Suitors flocked around them. The countess encouraged the attention of the dashing young duke of Alba and bade him chose between the sisters. The duke chose Francesca.

When the young girl, beaming with joy, hastened to tell the news to her younger sister, she*found Eugenie lying in bed. At first she b,elieved her sister asleep, but on approaching closely she saw that Eugenie’s eyes were staring wide, her cheeks were wet with perspiration, her features contorted by convulsions. Eugenie had heard the duke’s proposal to Francesca and had taken poison in her sorrow. Slowly she regained her health, but the Incident her character. The convent bred girl became determined to dazzle the world. She rode through the streets of Madrid on an unsaddled horse. She led the applause at bull fights, flirted with toreadors, and embroidered caps for them in gold.

She received attentions from none except serene highnesses and dukes. The queen, angry at being outshone, dismissed mother and daughter from court. Eugenie tossed her beautiful head and vowed that if she ever came back to Madrid it should be as a queen There was at this time in France an interesting young man who had just been elected president of the second republic of France. And he was destined to fulfill the young girl's ambition to be a queen. Shortly after he met the charming madcap girl, ■ the prince-president, Louis Napoleon, had brought about the famous coup d’etat by which he caused himself to be re-elected term of ten years, and In 1852 to b« proclaimed emperor with the title r-f Napoleon 111. He was fascinated by the young girl’s beauty and her happy go lucky sort of existence appealed to one who had so long led an adventurous band to mouth life. he at once made love to her in an easy going way. She and her mother were Inyited to the Elysee. But Napoleon had no notion of marrying this fascinating Spanish girl. He realized that the best way to strengthen his throne was by an al-* Hance with some woman of royal blood. He begged Prince Hohenlohe for the hand of Prince Adelaide of Prussia. He appealed to the dowager duchess of Saden to help him find a princww for his wife. Queen Victoria*

ROOSEVELT PARTY WATCHING DECK SPORTS

and Prince Albert were sounded on the subject. Hadjmy woman of royal rank been willing to share his throne it is certain that he would have married her at once. But none desired to marry this parvenu among royalty; he did not really belong.

All the while he was growing more and more in love with.Mdlle. de Montijo, passing hours in her company and leading her mother to believe that her daughter might soon become an empress. His other matrimonial schemes came to nothing. He felt that he had been snubbed and more or less humiliated, yet even then he satd nothing about marriage to the lovely Eugenie. ItMs said that he offered her a left handed alliance. She was not to be acknowledged as his wife, but she was to be magnificently provided for and was to share his heart if not his throne. But Eugenie indignantly refused this offer. She turned and left him and for a while declined to receive him, because he had .insulted her.

This was the sort of treatment to make Napoleon yield. He brooded over her beauty and his love for her became almost frantic. He asked Eugenie to his residence at Compeigne and in the romantic woods of the chauteau offered her his throne. They were married with great pomp in the Cathedral of Notre Dame.

ENVOY’S EXPENSE BILL HIT

Comptroller Figures Over R. C. Kerens’ Travel Account and Government Is $2.85 to the Good. Washington. Comptroller Downey of the treasury department cut an expense account of R. C. Kerens, late ambassador to Austria, by $2.85. Kerens resigned his post last, June and returned to St. Louis by way of Washington, putting in a travel expense for $300.25. The auditor for the state department decided because

R. C. Kerens.

Mr. Kerens had been granted leave of, absence he was not entitled to any travel expense at all. Comptroller Downey this decision, but declared the ambassador in traveling from New York to St Louis by way of Washington had journeyed 57 miles farther than he would have done by the shortest route. At five cents a mile for 57 miles the ambassador's account was reduced |2.85.

New Chorus Girl Law.

Philadelphia, Pa. —Chorus girls and actresses who are under twenty years of age will not be permitted to remain on the stage after 9 p. m., according to the new state labor law. The new law also prohibits the employment of females who are under age, after 9 P- m. ~ • ’ .

Aged Couple on Long Tramp.

Philadelphia.—After walking 100 miles from this city to Palo Alto, near Pottsville, to visit friends, Mrs. Fannie McGlynn, seventy-seven years old, learned that they had left the town several years ago. f ‘

ME OWN SAVAGES

Madrid Paper Urges That Spain Care for Its Own. 4 Hpraldo Declares Illiteracy In Alfonso's Kingdom Amounts to National Disgrace—l2,ooo,ooo People > Cannot Read or Write.

Madrid.—ln an article headed “Spain’s National Disgrace,” the Heraldo de Madrid (newspaper) says: “Out of the total population of some 19,000,000 that Spain possesses, 12,000,000 can neither read nor write. In thousands of villages and small towns in the. interior of the country no one knows how to read or write.

“There are in Spain 30,000 rural villages without schools of any kind, and many thousands which can only be reached by a bridle path, there being no high roads nor railway communication of any kind. Attendance at board schools is voluntary, not obligatory. Seventy-six per cent, of the children in Spain are illiterate, and this is especially noticeable in the capital. “With such facts, such shameful ones, before us as the foregoing we have embarked on a mission (which is costing the country millions) to civilize Morocco. If it were not sad it would be laughable. Let us first set ourselves to educate and tame the innumerable savages we have among us before attempting to civilize Morocco.

“And this is Spain in the twentieth century! Would that heaven would send us a minister with the temperament and energy of Lloyd-George! Will those in power in Spain never awake to the real needs of the country?” * In this connection it is interesting to note that the first battalion of the King’s Own regiment has recently gone to join the army in Morocco, and that among the officers accompanying it was H. R. H. the Infant Don Alfonso de Bourbon, the Infanta Eulalia’s son and the king’s cousin. The little prince of the Austrias, heir presumptive to the Spanish throne, is honorary colonel of the regiment. He addressed the following telegram to, the captain commanding the bat taiion: "Greatly Regretting that my tender years do not allow me to place myself at the head of my regiment, which is about to take the field in Morocco, I salute my comrades and brother officers, not forgetting the .rank and file, wishing them all good fortune and occasions 'to add new laurels to their famous regiment”

METEORITE MISSED 2 BOYS

Youths Were Overcome by Fumes of Sky Wanderer Which Struck Near Them. Boston. —A meteorite dropped into Chaddock park in Malden neqfly striking two young men who say the visitor from space passed within two feet of thorn. Both were thrown down and overcome by fumes from the white hot mass. The eyebrows of one were nearly singed off. The metorite buried itself in the earth ten feet

The young men are John McDonald and Frank Butler, both of Malden. Butler is a member of the senior class ot_the Malden high school. In support of th,eir statement the two point to the jagged mass in the hole in ths park. A Both complained of a violent attack of nausea. This they thought was caused by inhaling the fumes of the flaming mass. Both say they saw the meteorite some seconds before it struck the earth arifi thought it was an ordinary, falling star. Scientists of both and Harvard college were notified and will dig up the meteorite for examination.

DISHES FOR SUNDAY SUPPER

Something New That the Family and the Guests Wifi Be Sure to Appreciate. For a'change on Sunday night try this safetd: Marinate with your fa<-' vorite thin salad dressing three-quar-ters of a pint of any cold meat or fish (never mix meat and fish) two tablespoonfuls of capers, one egg boiled hard chopped, one tablespoonful each of olives, dill pickles and pimentoes, two gashes of paprika, celery salt to taste; stir well. Serve cold in two hours on lettuceleaves garnished around the edges with slices of hard boiled egg, sprigs of parsley and thin slices of Swiss cheese. Another supper dish is made of one pint of macaroni measured after boiling, which Is about one-third of a package, one-half pint of stewed tomatoes, to which are added two bouillon cubes, one gill of grated rich cheese, two tablespoOnfuls of chipped bacon and one of bacon fat, one tablespoonful of minced onion, one tablespoonful of chopped parsley; salt and pepper to taste. Rub a baking dish with bacon fat. Mix all ingredients thoroughly, put them into the baking dish,'brown in a hot oven. Both dishes are > satisfactory served with graham toast.

PROPER WASHING OF TOWELS

Those Used in the Kitchen Require Especial Treament to Be of Good Service. Towels used in the kitchen should always be rinsed in moderately cool water and then washed in hot, soapy water. They should be rinsed and then dried in the open air. if time is at premium they need not be ironed. Probably this laxity would shock many careful housewives, but a clean towel, dried in the open air, is quite as useful for drying dishes as one that is ironed smooth. One clever woman always saves the coarse sacks that sugar and salt come in—the big ones. She rips the side seams and hems the ends and uses them for towels for pots and

pans. a A doll’s clothesline, which corned with half a dozen tiny clothespins and two small pulleys, is a convenience for drying kitchen towels. It can be fastened from the kitchen porch to a nearby tree, and extra clothespins can be bought for a small price. The pulleys, rope and six pins are sold for ten cents.

Stewed Apples.

In cooking apples it may not be known generally that the more quickly they are cooked after paring the richer and better they are. An apple begins to be discolored as soon as the skin is removed, and this discoloration continues ( in the cooking. As quickly after paring as possible, put half a dozen apples, sliced, into a pan with two-thirds as much water as the bulk of the apples. Cover them and let them cook as rapidly as possible. Watch them closely to prevent burning, and just as they are falling to pieces put into them two-thirds of a cup of sugar, stirring it quickly. They are delicious also served cold.

Creamed Cod in Potato Case.

Boil and mash six good sized potatoes, add one egg, a gill of milk, salt and pepper to taste and beat until light. Pick and scald one pound, of boneless salt cod, drain and scald again. Now press fi*,h until dry. Put one large tablespoon butter in a frying pan and add two tablespoons flour. Mix and add one pint of milk. Stir till it thickens and add pepper to taste. Grease a pudding mold and line bottom and sides with the potato. Add the cod to the cream and fill the center. Cover the top with potato and bake a nice brown. It may be served in the dish it was baked in or turned out.

Baking Powder Biscuit

Into a mixing bowl put two cups sifted flour, one level teaspoon salt, four level teaspoons baking powder. Mix and sift several times, rub In two level tablespoons butter or One of butter and one of lard, till fine and mealy. Wet with one cup of milk and mix into a stiff dough. Toss onto, a well-floured board and pat out with' rolling pin, using flour enough/ on board to* prevent sticking. Bake In hot oven from 10 to 15 minutes.

English Tea Biscuits.

To one cup hot mashed potato Add half cup sugar and one .yeastcake, dissolved In half cup lukewarm Water. Cover and let rise; then add half a cup each of butter and sugar, two eggs well beaten, one teaspoon salt and three and one-quarter cups of flour. Knead, again let rise, shape, let rise again. Brush over with sugar and bake In modern oven. And, If liked, half cup of raisins, cut in pieces or currants.

Simple Jelly Bag Strainer.

Another old method of straining jelly by hanging the bag on a broom handle between two chairs might be banished from the' efficient kitchen by using a hew strainer with a bag which] sits on a stand on the table. A large: iron, ring suspends the bag, which drips into a bowl on.the table. All juices can thus be strained without attention, and the muslin bag may be easily cleaned, and the strainer packed away when not in use.

Keeping Pickles in Glass.

Pickles should always be kept in glass—never in glazed ware, aS the action of the vinegar on the glazing Is Hable to form a poisonous compound.