Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 303, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 December 1913 — Page 2

ONLY A LOVER’S WAY

By JAMES H. HULL.

Tn the spring of the year the path called “Lover's Way” led through a tangle of budding wild rose bushes and trailing In October the woodbine was still there, a glcry of red and gold, and the sumach crowded its luxuriant foliage and rich mahogany tinted blooms until there was scarcely room for lovers to walk. Dorothy Penfield hurried through the Way one autumn day with eyes that would not see the beauty of the tinted foliage on either side. There was a scared look in her face and her little hand clenched a letter tightly. Out of the Way was the broad drive that led up to the big mansion on the » hill- Old Cato, driving the carriage horses for exercise, stared after his young mistress with rolling eyes. “Miss Dolly done got a scare. I reckon!” he muttered clucking to the lazy sorrels. “Her am >de greates’ young lady fer gettln’ scairt at little er nothin’.” Put Dorothy thought she had cellent reason to be disturbed this afternoon. She hurried into the house and went straight to the library where there was a hickory fire on the wide hearth. Curled in her favorite chair before the fire was her dearest friend, l isa Mason.

“Dear!” cried Lisa in her pretty gushing way. “I’ve been .waiting an age for you " Dorothy frowned. '1 came right back, Lisa. I haven’t been gone fifteen minutes.” Lisa was quite unabashed. “WelL I’ve been waiting all of five minutes, anyway.” Dorothy tossed aside her red felt hat and curled herself on the hearth rug with her round white chin cupped in one pink palm. Suddenly as if just aware of the letter she carried, she tossed it into the fire and resumed her former position. Lisa gazed curiously at the letter and to Dorothy’s keen disgust the flames licked the envelope open and spread the sheets wide for anyone to read. Dorothy wished she had not possessed such a splashing handwriting. Certain words of the burning missive stood Out strongly before the* turned black and shriveled away. “Dearest Phil.” “The day has been so long ” “You can read your answer .” “Ever yours, Dolly.” There were many sentences—dozens of them —in between the first and the last that no one could read except the hungry flames, for there were several sheets of paper thickly covered with the loving words that had dripped from Dorothy's hasty pen.

Lisp Mason read the words shamelessly and then turned round eyes upon her friend. Dorothy's head was bent in deep dejection. '’Well. Dolly girl,” said Lisa briskly, slipping down beside her friend, “I received your note asking me to come over and consult about the wedding fixin's —here I am and here you are glum as can be. Let’s talk about pretties." she coaxed. '‘There’s nothing to talk about,” said Dslly turning sad eyes on her friend. “There isn’t to be any wedding.” “No wedding!” shrieked Lisa. “No trousseau? No fixin’s?” “No, nothing!” returned Dolly with an air of finality. “But, you said this morning that you wanted to see me about the wedding plans, and I’ve got my bridesmaid’s dress half made and—”

“Oh, keep still!” snapped Dorothy, ■with tears brimming her hazel eyes. Lisa stared; her pretty mouth trembled as if speech would not be confined, but by a supreme effort the little fair-haired girl regained her control and her natural keenness. “It's a quarrel, I suppose?” she asked tentatively. Dolly shook her head. “There is no quarrel—only I’ve simply found him out!” “Found out about Phil Waring?” “Yea.” “Well, what about him? I thought he was a perfect dear, and if it hadn’t been that his brother was ten times dearer in my estimation, you would never have won Doctor Philip, my dear.” Dolly shrugged her Indifferent shoulders. “But you are still wearing his ring” reminded Lisa with a curious glance at the diamonds on Dorothy’s "finger. “1 had forgotten,” said Dorothy, slipping off the ring and tossing it into the waste paper basket so temptingly near at hand. “My, but we're reckless!” muttered Lisa. “Love letters In the frames and diamond rings in the waste paper basket.for the servants to find? I heard that Phil Waring half-starved himself to buy that ring for you.” Dorothy's winsome face went very white. “I don’t believe a word iof it,” she declared. “But it's a waste of money for him to buy a ring like that for a girl he doesn’t care for.” “Doesn't care for?” shrieked Lisa, losing all patience. “Why Dolly Penfield, everyone knows he’s the most devoted idiot in Franklin county—so there!” “Devcged to some other girl!” flared Dorothy. *•• w Lisa suddenly wilted. “Another girl? Who Is It?” “I don't know anything about her •save that he meets her In —Lover’s Way—and I hate him —the cowardly ideceiver!” choked Dorothy. "Lover’s Way?" echoed Lisa with a dazed expression.

“Lisa Mason!” cried the exasperated Dorothy turning on her friend with sudden fury, “I wish you would stop echoing my words like a wretched poll parrot!” Miss Mason regarded her friend with pkying eyes. “Why you poor thing, you're just green with jealousy,” she said with cruel deliberation.

“Don’t you dare pity me!” cried Dorotljy fiercely. “If you had been there—if you had seem him —if you had seen her?” Her voice broke suddenly.

“Tell me about it, dear,” urged Lisa with a sudden change of tone. Dorothy turned her head away and looked into the fire.

“You cannot know that half way down Lover’s Way there is a holb in a hollow tree that Phil and I ca.ll our postoffice. Sometimes he leaves a note for me when he cannot come up because of some sudden call —and again, when I know that his patients need every moment of his time I write him a letter and leave it thgye so he can get it when he passes the end of the way. “This morning I had a special message for him and I wrote it, and after luncheon I went down to put it in the’ hole, expecting to return at once because I knew you were coming this afternoon to talk about —wed—wedding things! “Well, I hurried down to the Way, and I had nearly reached the hollow tree when around the little bend by the butternut tree —you know where it is, Lisa —I saw Phil; he was talking to a girl in a scarlet coat and her horrid yellow hair was against his coat sleeve, and he, patting it with his hand in the most loverlike way.”

“No—no —no —l don’t believe it!” cried Lisa violently. “It really is true, Lisa. I don’t know who she was because her face was hidden —but I suppose she was pretty—although Phil always said he preferred brunettes. And she looked as though her hair was fixed with peroxide or something.”

she was a patient who was feeling ill—or something,” suggested Lisa faintly. “Humph!” sniffed Dorothy coldly.

“You don’t seem to have much faith in the man you promised to marry,” remarked Lisa tartly. “You’ve thrown your ring away and broken your engagement with Phil Waring, the dearest and truest of men, when you don’t know but what there is a perfectly logical reason tor what you saw today.” “That cannot be proved.”

Lisa Mason arose and patted her tightly clinging white serge skirt into place. “I’m strongly tempted not to prove .it to you, you have so little faith in the best of men,” she said. .“How can you prove it?” demanded Dorothy, also rising.

Lisa pointed dramatically to the leather couch in the corner where the warm afternoon sun came in the window and rested on a scarlet coat.

Dorothy looked and two pink spots flew to her cheeks. “You?” she demanded scornfully. “Yes, my dear, it was my ‘horrid yellow head’ that rested on the manly arm of Dr. Waring,” mimicked Miss Mason, with evident enjoyment and a bit of spite in her manner; “and please note, Dorothy Penfield, that the color of my hair is my own and always has been, as you very well know! ”

Dorothy was looking very cold and frozen just then. Even the pink spots had feded away. Warm-hearted Lisa ran to her and put her arms around the shrinking shoulders. “It’s suctt- a foolish mistake, dear, and all my fault,” she cried remorsefully. “If you had remained I would undoubtedly have fallen on your shoulder as well as Phil’s, and bedewed your pretty frock with my tears! I know he felt mighty uncomfortable all the time! Of course you didn’t recognize my new scarlet coat—isn’t It a beauty? Aunt Anne brought it from Richmond today. “Well, to make a long story short, and to drive the tears away from your dear eyes, I had a wretched quarrel with Ralph last night, and he went away in his impetuous manner, threatening to leave for the north today, and go to the other end of the world. “I didn’t sleep a wink last night, and all morning I waited for him to come and make up, but he didn’t appear. So after luncheon I started down to Dr. Phil’s to ask him if he wouldn't see Ralph and tell him for me that it was al) a mistake. Just as I reached Lover’s Way I saw the doctor’s car at the end of the Way, and his coattails were just disappearing among the sumachs. “So I ran after him and fell weeping into his arms, and frightened him most to death. He kept asking: ‘Has anything happened to Dolly? Is Dolly all right?’ until I just howled out what was the matter, and then he laughed and said, his young brother needed —just fancy my feelings, Dolly —he said Ralph needed a good oldfashioned are the very words he used! But he did comfort me beautifully, in such a nice elderbrother sort of way,‘and he said Ralph would come around all right —he said that Ralph had been glooming around all day. %

“So —so —Dorothy, shall we talk wedding things?” ended Lisa smiling archly at Dorothy’s radiant little face. Then she added swiftly: “Here they come, z Dolly, Phil and Ralph—and Ralph is bearihg peace offerings—■candy and flowers,” “\Valt!” cried Dolly, breathlessly, as she fumbled in the waste paper basket. “Wait* Lisa, don’t let them In until I get my dear ring!” (Copyright, 1»13. by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

The wave of rebellion against the reign of Huerta, wklch is slowly but surely sweeping over Mexico, is felt in every hamlet and city in the province of Sonora. Here th e women are banding into companies, as shown by this Magdalena detachment, ready to take up the cause which their husbands, fathers, brothers, sons and sweethearts are espousing.

TOOK LOOK AT ROME

Impression of Americans on Tour of Eternal City. On Bankd of River Tiber—Brief Resume of the Historical Sights of Ancient Capital Depicted in Humorous Vein. London. —There is a large place down in Italy between Naples and Florence that Is known as the Eternal City. You may have heard of it. It was the place, you know, where Romulus and Remus; Julius Caesar, the victim of the black hand plot; Nero, andrsome other famous persons used to hang out, and which was once saved from some one because a bunch of geese cackled at the psychological moment. Young Remus and his brother Romulus, it seems, started the place and it has been eternal ever since, although a number of lowbrows attacked it with armies and broke up great quantities of its statues and statutes and tried to, swipe it off the map in other ways. But it bit its thumb at all these agitators and still manages to worry along on the lire and centisimi it can wheedle out of curious visitors. Hotel keepers have become its principal citizens. Fpr many, many persons, who just love antique things, go to see Rome every year. Yes, that is the name of the place, if you haven't already guessed it. If you want to do as the Romans do, you can call it Roma. The ruins are great stuff for those who like to investigate the civilization of the folks who lived at the time that Uncle Remus drew a circle on the map and called it Rome, and when Julius Caesar flashed the news to an eager worpi that all Gaul is divided into three parts. You must remember when he did that all the papers got out “extras.”

We were in Pompeii one day and a soldier in the place that must have been the corner grocery of the Pompeiians, for it still seems to be the favorite hang-out for soldiers, guides and other unemployed persons, told us that although, these were pretty fair little ruins, if we wanted to see some ruins that were ruins we should run over to Rome for a few days. We had been out to the Blue Grotto the day before, and as we were still feeling rather blue from the experience, we decided to take a look at tbit Rome place and see if we couldn’t get cheered up a bit So we caught a train that afternoon that happened to be going to the Eternal City. We entered a firstclass compartment. The man who collects the tickets came around after a while and asked to see our billet!. He looked at them a moment and informed us in a grieved tone that they were for the second class compartment We assured him politely that that was all right; that we should just as soon stay where we were, as we didn’t like to change now that we were ail settled. And just to show him that we had no hard feelings toward him we gave him a couple of lire. He understood at once our aversion to making a change and locked the door of our compartment so that we shouldn’t be disturbed. Those com, ductors are charming fellows.

We arrived In Rome along about nine o’clock and took a carriage to a hotel. “In the Eternal City at last,” we murmured. Every one else was saying the same thing in rapturous tones as he got into his carriage, so we did likewise, thinking it was customary; it seems to be a popular remark. Just like every one pulls the old one about seeing Naples and dying when he lands there. Early the next morning we started out to see the Eternal City. W« had to admit that it was quite a place, and that the two famous brothers Started something when they founded the city.. We strolled around to look at the Tiber. We couldn’t discover why any one should look at the Tiber, but It seamed to be a popular pastime, so we joined the rest of them. Red Baedekers flashed in tbe sunlight as a long line of sightseers leaned on

MEXICAN WOMEN IN ARMS TO FIGHT HUERTA

the parapet of a bridge and read what, the book had to say about the Tiber. All we could recall about the stream was that it used to be a favorite cemetery among the Romans. W’henever a person became obnoxious he was thrown into the river. We concluded that such an action was the height of insult. It was just like being thrown into an unpaved street on a rainy day. “Isn’t it lovely?” an enthusiastic young girl exclaimed, turning to me. “Great,” I replied. “Only it seems to have a bad case of jaundice just now. Perhaps this can be cured, however, sp we can’t hold it against the poor river.”

SHE WOULDN’T PAY HER FINE

Pretty Motorcyclist Gets Novel Sentence and a Dinner de Luxe. ’•

New York. —Miss Lillian Roberts, seventeen, of Flatbush, was before Magistrate Geismar in the Flatbush court, charged with driving her motorcycle at 30 miles an hour. When a fine of $25 was imposed upon her Miss Roberts, a suffragette, stamped her little feet and declared that she would not pay it. She was given the alternative of a day in jail. She agreed to the latter, but the magistrate grew tender-hearted and decided that she could- spend the time in the courtroom instead of going to the Raymond Street jaiß Soon after court closed a friend brought Miss Roberts a dinner de luxe, which was eaten on one of the benches.

WEALTHY MAN’S SON LABORS

Takes Place in Factory at Bottom of Ladder to Learn the Business. New York.—*Augustus Cordier, Jr., twenty-three-year-old son of the late Augustus Cordier, who was president of the Lalance & Crosjean Agate Ware factory in Wood Hayen, L. 1., and was a son-in-law of Florian Grosjean, who founded the company, is a workman in the factory. When the youth’s father died he left his extensive interests to his widow, who is worth several millions. Each morning he arises early and goes to work in the factory to learn the business, with an idea of some day succeeding his father in its management He is studying the work of every department and dons overalls and works as hard as any of the other employes.

CAN PUT PLANTS TO SLEEP

French Scientist Claims That They Feel Pain—Makes Many Experiments.

Paris. —Can flowers feel pain? This is a question to which French physiologists are giving much attention at the present time. M. L. Chassalgne believes that they can, and do. His opinion is based on Interesting experiments. Taking a mimosa plant, he exposed it to the action of heat. The leaves writbed as if in pain. A simple mechanical effect, say the skeptics; a proof of (sensibility, says M. Chassalgne, sttnee it does not take place if the mimosa tie anesthetized. If the vase containing the mimosa is placed in a glass globe with a piece of cotton impregnated with cloroform or any other volatile anesthetic for half an hour, the foliage becomes wilted and the plant has all the appearances of being in a deep sleep. If it be now subjected to the action of heat It remains unaffected. M. Chassalgne has repeated the same experiments with many different kinds of plants, but always with the same resulL “It is maintained,” he says, “that plants do not suffer because they have no nerves. "Many physiologists hold that but the extensifin of protoand adapted to fulfill the required function. Hence the protoplasm of plants can perfectly well

KILLS HER FOR SLUR ON GABY

—7* New York Man Infatuated With Dancer Stabs His Woman Companion for Remark. New York.—From the first time that William Twist of the Bronx saw Gaby AJeslys dance on the stage he was so sjtuck with her beauty and grace that he became infauated with her. Although he was not personally acquainted with the dancer, Twist so revered her name that when Miss Louise White maos a disparaging remark about the music hall performer he drew a knife and stabbed Miss White to death, inflicting twelve wounds as he attacked the woman in a hallway. Then Twist gave himself up to Police Sergeant John T. tyeade, who found the slayer stafidihg near the body in the hallway of the home of Miss White. “It was this way,” said White. “I saw Gaby Deslys dancing and I waa

Gaby Deslys.

willing to marry her —I loved her so much—and so, when I met this woman cn the street and took her home and she made some remarks about the woman I loved, I became so angry that I took out my knife and stabbed her. Now, that’s about all there is to It”

act as a rudimentary nervous sys tem.”

MINISTER’S DOG RIDES IN CAB

Ex-Premier Clemenceau Has to Pay Fares for His Mastiff In French “Capital. Paris. —M. Clemenceau, the French statesman, owns a large and fierch mastiff, whose habit it is from time to time to make long excursions into outlying parts of Paris.

When he Is tired, the dog will pump Into a horse cab and sit there growl* Ing and showing his teeth ’if the cabman attempts to remove him. Seeing the name and address of M. Clemenceau engraved on the dog’s brass collar, the cabman finally drives the dqg home. In this way M. Clemenceau has had several long fares to pay.

Will Not Prosecute Elopers.

St. Clairsville, W. Va.—Elopers who He about their ages in obtaining marriage licenses here need have n-» fear of the law. Judge Nichols has announced that no more prosecutions ft»» age misrepresentation will be begiir

Arrest Brothers for Fighting.

Yonkers, Nv Y. —Frank, Andrew an» Nicholas Holly,-byotheffi, two of them twins, were arrested for fighting In a car. The trouble was Caused by An drew and Frank not liking Uje fiance* of Nicholas.

TEST FOR THE OVEN

HOW ONE MAY BE SURE IT 13 JUST RIGHT. Employ White Paper to Tell When Right Temperature Hae Been Secured—Good Recipe for Cleaning Black Woolen Clothing. You can never make a success of baking unless the oven is exactly righL If It is a little too hot or too cold all your cakes and pies will be spoiled. You can always test the heat by putting a piece of white paper on the oven shelf that la to be used and leaving it there for two minutes. If the paper comes out still white or very slightly brown at the edges, then the oven is cool. If the paper comes out a good deal browned, but not burned at all, then the oven is moderate. If the paper comes out brown all over and blackened at the edges, the oven is hot. If the paper burns all to a cinder, then the oven is much too hot for any use. The following is a good recipe for cleaning black woolen clothing: Dissolve borax in water and saturate a sponge or cloth In the solution. Wash the greasy spots by rubbing vigorously, then rinse in clear water the same Way, and "dry in the sun. This is e»pecially good fqr cleaning men’s coat collars. • * Thick, soft gloves are made to wear when lifting pots and heavy stove attachments; thinner ones come for the purpose of protecting the hands while sweeping or dusting; then there are rubber gloves to put on when washing dishes and asbestos gloves to wear when handling hot dishes. Should the clothes be mildewed, the stains may be removed by a mixture containing equal parts of soft soap and starch, half as much common salt and the juice of half a lemon. Thin may be spread over the spots, and the article should be laid on the grass all day and all night the stain entirely disappears. The crisp, raw cucumber, appetizing as it is, proves indigestible to many people. Let these try them cooked. Cooked cucumbers may be served hot with a cream sauce or cold as a salad. Rather ripe vegetables should be selected and they should be stewed very slowly. Finely shredded chill peppers added to- the sauce Improve its appearance and take away the slight insipidly of the cooked cucumber without destroying the flavor. When serving the cooked cucumber as a salad cut it lengthwise instead of across, as with the raw vegetable. A few drops of oil of lavender scattered on the shelves in the library will dissipate the oior of mold which frequently arises from damp weather.

Peanut Butter.

Roast the nuts, shell and take off the. brown skins. When making large quantities, the removing of the brown skins is best accomplished by putting the shelled peanuts on a coarse towel, covering them with another towel and rubbing them gently-until the husks are broken or loosened, and then blowing them off with a bellows. If you use salt, dust them lightly with it and grind at once. Mix to a smooth paste with half as much butter as you have peanut powder. It is always well to taste your Jiutter and use its freshness as a guide in the matter of just how much salt you should add to the peanuts, if any. Put the peanut butter In covered glass jars or tumblers; keep in a cool place.

Mayonnaise Dressing.

The making of mayonnaise dressing Is usually a laborious and tiresome task as the oil must be used drop by drop, unless the person is fortunate enough to possess a mayonnaise mixer. By using hot water with egg, the, dropping is eliminated, when the task is lightened and the time consumed shortened. Mix with the yolk of an egg, a tablespoonful of hot water, beat them well together, then add the oil in as large quantities as desired, a pint may be added at will if* desired, without, curdling. Use pep* per and salt and vinegar to taste. A pint of olive oil Is the proportion to use with an egg.

Hot Chocolate for Two.

Melt one ounce of chocolate; add two rounding teaspoonftils of sugar and one-fourth a cup of boiling water; cook and stir until smooth; add the rest of a cup of boiling water and let boil once, then let simmer two minutes or longer,; add one of hot milk and serve. Hot chocolate would be a beverage made from chocolate; a cup of "breakfast cocoa" would be made of cocoa, purchased in tins, in a powdered form.

Creamed Oysters.

One pint of cream, one pint oysters, one tablespoon flour. Salt and pepper to taste. Let cream come to boll, mix flour with nrilk and stir into boiling cream. Let oystersjpeme to a boil in their own liquor. Skim and turn Into cream. Serve with toast

Quick Pudding.

Two eggs, beat yolks with one-third cup sugar, one-half cup molasses, onehalf cup flour (scant), one-half teaspoon soda and add egg whites beaten stiff. Baku .30 minutes. Serve hot with hard sauce.

Salt In Custard.

When making custard I always add a little salt, sdys a New York Press contributor. This keeps the custard from drying and casing in the custard fcot and adtfs to the flavor.