Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 307, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 December 1913 — Page 2

BACK TO THE GARDEN

By DAVIS.

Professor Harrow sat in his study in the big city college and tagged his desk restlessly. Professor/ Harrow was young and energetic enough to be impatient. "If they are ever going to send me that assistant,” he muttered, “I wish" they would hurry him along.’’ * He turned back to the work of making notes. "Primrose. Variety No. 7. Rare. Pink and white. Fragrant. Sometimes found in unexpected places when it has escaped from gardens. Does not flourish —’’ A light tap at the door interrupted. "Come in!” called Professor Harrow. A girl stood in the doorway. She had light brown hair and big eyes and her face was a dainty combination of- white brow and pink cheeks. She wore a pink linen dress with wide white collar and cuffs, for though it was October, the city was suffering, from the last burst of heat. “I believe ! am to be your assistant,” she introduced herself. "My name is Chloe Curtis.” The professor continued to stare. ‘The very description,” he noted, as though thinking, aloud. “Rare, pink and white. I wonder where she escaped from." Miss Curtis returned his gaze with indignant surprise. "Escaped?” she echoed. “Weren't you expecting a secretary? Why should you think me a lunatic?” “I didn't; I thought you were a primrose," answered Professor Harrow, confusedly. Then he remembered his manners and sprang up to give her a chair. “Excuse me, Miss Curtis, please,” he apologized. “I was puzzled for a moment. You see, I .expected a man to be sent. Can you see well there? Is the chair comfortable?” Chloe affirmed that all was to her liking. She sat down, produced her pencil in a most businesslike manner and awaited orders, but the professor could gee that she was regarding him curiously from the corher of her eye as though she thought him a very queer creature indeed. “If you are ready, we will begin,” he declared with dignity. “I will read and you may make notes. ‘Primrose. Variety No. 7. Rare. Pink and w’hite. Fragrant. Sometimes found in unexpected places when it has escaped from gardens.' ” “Oh-h," broke from the lips of the new assistant, her cheeks growing pinker as his meaning came to her. "Oh, 1 see!” — : “You do. do you?” retorted the professor; then they looked at each other and laughed. “It was perfectly plain.” explained Professor Harrow, “that you had escaped from some garden or other. The city varieties are likely to be white.” ‘Tvo escaped from East'Wilton,” announced the girl, blithely. “I've come to the city to make my fortune. I’m the luckiest girl in the world! ” "Lucky to leave the glorious country?” The natural world was a passion with Professor Harrow. “Lucky to exchange birds and flowers and free air spaces for pavements and dust and noise?” “I am the oldest of seven children,” returned Miss Curtis, gravely. “I mean to take care of myself and East Wilton is not a good 'place to make a fortune. Shall we go on with the work?” “ ’Does pot flourish with transplantation,’ ” resumed the professor. “Ah, Miss Chloe, there's your warning!” "Perhaps the plants that have tried being transplanted have not been sufficiently harrow r ed,” remarked Miss CurLls, calmly. “Do you suppose that could be it?” The startled professor gazed at her suspiciously. Her face was very bland, very demure, but the twinkle in her eye could not be suppressed. “‘Variety No. 8!”' cried the professor, and the writing went on. / Miss Curtis pro.ved to be a valuable assistant. She loved the work and her enthusiasm and faithfulneps sent Professor Harrow s lectures speeding on their way. She seemed to be prospering too.

“I’ve sent ten dollars home to mother as a present,”. she confided in him gleefully at Thanksgiving time. “And 1 have twenty-five dollars saved besides. Who says transplanting isn't the road to fortune?” ' "Good!’’-the professor rejoiced with her.. He knew she was working hard for the hours with him in the morning were only part of what she had undertaken. As for himself, he tried to think that his extreme content with life came from the fact that his work was marching along so satisfactorily, but when, during the Christmas holidays, he had spent one restless lonely morning working alone in his truth came suddenly upon him. “It isn’t the work at all!” he cried, “It’s Chloe! I love her and I want her, I want her, I want her!" He rose and paced the study, filled with a hunger for her sweet face, a longing to gather her in his arms and tell her how he loved her, how he wanted her all for himself, to keep and to cherish like the dainty flower which she had always seemed. And then camera blow; he had to leave her! Those in authority decided him south to study certain specimens of flora at first hand and for two weary, Mreary months he traveled about, working hard but with his only floral Interest the condition of

transplanted primrose in the north, his only oomfort the gay little notes that came in answer to 7 his longer ones. >

In these missives r.he seemed so blithe that when he first saw after his return, her paleness startled him. However, his greeting sent a quick color back to her cheeks and her sweet, rather shy welcome filled his soul with joy. «She seemed so quickly pleased to have him back that it gave him courage to propose a little festivity. “Miss Curtis,” he began, “won’t you help me celebrate my home coming? Let me come for you this afternoon and we’ll have dinner. I know a delightful little place. And then we'll go to a play; what would you like best to see?” • Miss Curtis turned and looked out the window. J‘l am sorry,” she answered, coldly, “But I have an engagement for tonight.* F tr a minute Professor Harrow was too downcast to speak. “I see,” he said, presently. “Well, good morning,” and with a bow he left the study and walked blindly down the hall. ' ! "I was mistaken,” he kept w'hisperTfrg to himself. “She doesn’t care at all!” :

It was not until he reached the street that he realized he had forgotten the notes for his lecture that afternoon. He must go back and mechanically he retraced his steps. He pushed open the study door expecting to find the room ' empty. There in his chair sat Chloe -Curtis crying as though her heart would break.

“Chloe,- dear!” he sprang to her. “Tel! me what the matter is!” It seemed the only thing to do to -take her in his arms and brush the tears away. It filled him with delight that she did not try to escape; she just snuggled down as though she belonged there. “I wanted to go with you so much and I made you think I didn’t!” “Then why did you answer me that way, dear?” “I didn’t have anything to wear!” in a forlorn wail. In spite of himself, Professor Harrow laughed. “Oh, Chloe,” he protested. “I’m not joking, I’m shabby from head to foot. And I’ve only that worn old coat I brought from home for outside. I couldn't, go with you that way! ” “But Chloe,” he cried, anxiously, “I thought you were prospering. You said you were saving money.” “I haven’t saved a cent since before Christmas. Oh, I confess, I haven’t flourished in transplanting. I could have managed it alone, I shall yet, but you see there was Sarah, too.” “Who is Sarah?” he asked, puzzled. “She boards where I do. She came from the west to earn her living but she got ill and lost her place. The doctor’s bills made it awful.” . “And you’ve been paying for her?” he cried.

What else could I do? Would you have had me desert her?” Humbly, Harrow raised her hands to his lips. “Chloe,” he said, “I’ve been offered a new position. They want me to take a piece of land onside the town and start an experiment station. Can't you love me a little and come with me, back to the garden?”

In answer, Chloe let him' keep the hands.

“Not a little!” she whispered. “Oh, how I, missed you and wanted you while you were away! . Take me back to the garden and never, nevelf let me escape again!”

(Copyright, 1913, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

Cheaper Than New.

He peered anxiously into the shop where sporting supplies are sold, slowly entered, and as slowly advanced to a counter, where a clerk was standing. "Do you keep golf goods?” he asked. “Yes, sir. What do you desire?” "I am looking for a second-hand set of golf links.

“A second-hand set of golf links?” exclaimed the astonished assistant. “Yes. You see, it’s this way. Me and my wife have just opened a smart boarding house, and as we have a pretty sized yard, I thought it would attract boarders if we could start up this golf game I hear so much about. A second-hand set of links would be cheaper than new ones, and they’d do well enough to begin with.” “No,” replied the diplomatic assistant, “I am sorry to say we have sold out all our second-hand sets f Anything else in our line?’ “Nothing else.” And -the bargain hunter departed. ’

Giving Themselves Away.

The late Mayor Gaynor was one day censuring a hypocrite. “Hypocrites,” he said, “whether they are correcting the social evil or starving factory girls, always give themselves away. They remind me of the tramp. “The gentleman who ran into this tramp had gone out on an all-day fishing trip, taking his lunch with him. -When he reached the river side, he discovered that he had dropped his lunch somewhere on the way, and so he hurried back to look for it. “After a while he met a fat, healthy tramp, who strolled along sucking a toothpick and looking very well pleased with life. “Did .you pick up anything on the road as yoil came along?” the gentleman asked. . “Nor, sir, not me, boss,*’ said the tramp. “I didn’t pick up nothin’. Couldn’t a dog have found it and et it, sir?”

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DR. GRENFELL’S LIFE

Career of Heroic Service Fir-U of Many Dangers. Sails Rock-Strewn Seas Like the Viking of Old—ln Twenty Years He Has Accomplished Much for People of North. New York.—With the visit to this city recently of Dr. Wilfred T. Grenfell many interesting facts concerning the work done by the famous missionary in Newfoundland and Labrador were disclosed.

More than twenty years ago Doctor Grenfell left England in a staunch little mission ship bound for Labrador. When Doctor Grenfell reached Labrador in 1892 he found about 3,000 permanent residents, or "liveyeres,” as they are called locally. The summer fishing fleet from Newfoundland and the surrounding country brought the inhabitants to about 25,000 men and women. '“ r They had little eduea/ion and inadequate food and clothing. Medical and surgical aid was almost unobtainable. In the score of years that have passed since Doctor Grenfell entered Labrador he has developed the social, economic, educational and religious life of the isolated people of the Far North and has been the means of bringing medical aid and instruction in sanitation.’

One ot his ideals was to erect a building for the visiting seamen. For ten years Doctor Grenfell lectured and set aside such funds as he could spare from the rapidly growing demands of the already established interests, order that he could provide some suitable home for the “jack” ashore. His aim was finally accomplished and there now stands in St. John’s Newfoundland, the »King George V. Seamen’s institute. The building was planned as a home and club house, and since its opening has been used by a large number of seamen. The institute was opened on December 19, 1912,

On Sunday afternoons and nights Grenfell hall, dedicated to Doctor Grenfell’s mother, is used for church services. The hall during the week is used for entertainment purposes. The institute includes a reading and writing room, sitting room, officers’ room, restaurant, 43 single and 15 double bedrooms, pool and billiard room,J>owlling alleys, swimming pool, gymnasium, laundry and a department for girls. The girls’ department is for the use of young women who come to St. John’s to seek employment The ac-

Dr. Wilfred T. Grenfell.

commodations consist of a large social room, four large double bedrooms, three single bedrooms, diningroom, kitchen and a department in domestic science.

Doctor Grenfell’s practice lies over two thousand miles of fog-laden, badlycharted, rock-bound coast. -“ He covers this distance at least once, and often twice, every year in the little hospital steamer Strathcona. Through the tickles, as the narrow straits are called, down into the fiords, across stormy, ice-covered bays goes the steamer on, her errands of mercy and healing. Sometimes these touch-and-go visits of the Strathcona afford the sole opportunity many of the liveyeres have to secure medical or surgical aid. . The approach of the mission ship is hailed by tfie fishing fleet with the greatest enthusiasm. The trapboat bouncing over the waves shouts or signals her a welcome. Along the coast Doctor Grenfell's arrival is heralded by all the inhabitants of the little settlement hastening td the land4ng place to greet him. Patients are taken to the Strathcona or Dgptor Grenfell goes Serious cases are taken aboard the Strathcona and hurried to St. Anthony or Battle Ilarbor. This hospital ship is without doubt one of the most Important factors in the work. The string of hospitals, St. Anthony, Battle Harbor, Indian Harbor, Harrington, these are the fingers, the Strathcona is the thumb, of the helping hand taking so much light and cheer to the isolated fisher folk down north. Doctor Grenfell’s missions )n Newfoundland and Labrador include .the Seamen’s institute at St., John's, the. hospital ship Strathcona, the hospitals at St. Anthony, Battle Harbor, Indian Harbor and Harrington, the out-sta-tions at FOrteau, Spotted islands, St. Barbe, St Carols and mission fleet 1

CZAR’S SICK HEIR AND HIS MOTHER

A recent photograph of the czarevitch of Russia and his mother. The young heir to the throne, according to the report of eminent surgeons, is suffering untpld agonies from rapid tuberculosis of the bones, for which there is no cure. For some time past the youngster has appeared on the streets of St. Petersburg, but always in the arms of an orderly, as he cannot walk. It is now rumored that the czar will make his daughter Olga heir to the throne. --1

OLD PANAMA TRAILS

Trips the Auto Can Make—Tourists May See Many Interesting Sights, but Cannot Motor From Ocean to Ocean.

New York.—Along the trail where the pirate Morgan and his men made their way more than 200 years ago, and where the ’49ers who chose the isthmian route, struggled to reach the Pacific, the tourist today may jump into a taxicab and bowl along finely kept roads for many miles. The taxi hast.just made its appearance in Panama, writes the Panama correspondent of the New York Times. The business has started oft with a rush and the vehicles now here will be added to in a few weeks by several more which have been ordered by the local company. Automobile trips cannot extend all the way across the isthmus, for there is no highway from ocean to ocean, nor is it probable that any such road will be built in the near future, because thejconstruction of the Panama canal has formed a lake in the middle of the isthmus 164 square miles in area, with broad arms stretching out in all directions into the hollows between the hills. Only one location for such a road is practicable, and that Is along the right of'way of the Panama railroad, which skirts the eastern side of the. lake. This would be very costly construction.

North of this lake, however, toward the Atlantic ocean, there is a good macadam road leading from Gatun locks to the city of Colon. There are half a dozen motor cars for hire in Colon, and it is only a matter of an hour to take the ride from the city to Gatun. And it is worth while, too, because every inch of the way is interesting. the culmination coming at Gatun, where the locks and dam are under construction, and from whose hill one can see the Atlantic entrance to the canal, with the dredges at worlt there and the water lying beyond the roofs of Colon. In Colon itself there is a road along the water front, past the hospital, that has a certain quiet charm, but on the whole that city is tawdry looking and full of strange smells, although it is very clean. South of Gatun lake, between the village of Gorgona and the city of Panama, there is a number of good highways, each offering some special inducement for the autemobillst Tourists seem to favor the trip from the present city to the site of the old city of Panama, a distance of about seven miles. This is over a good macadam road, which runs along the foot of a low ridge, with rolling sabanas stretching out toward the bay. Here and there from the top of some rise in the highway a glimpse of the ocean may be obtained. The last mile of the journey is over the location of the "Camina Real,” or king's highway, along which the rich trade of old Panama was carried long ago. There is little-to see, for Panama was not a large city, as tourists know towns today, probably never numbering more than 20.000 persons, and within the walls was only a part of this population. After the pirate Morgan captured the city, on Jan. 19, 1671, the governor burned it, and three years later a new town was started on the site of the present city of Panama. Only a few old masonry walls, half a dozen beautiful arches and an imposing looking tower mark the site of one of the three great cities‘df the new world three centuries ago.'?' z ’ - From the romance of other days to that of the present is but an hour's

ride in Panama, for by turning northward from the road to old Panama one’s car can be sent along a good highway that runs along the Panama canal for 20 miles. The glimpse afforded of the canal construction as the motor cv glides along is not close enough to permit of any real knowledge of the work, but it is comprehensive, for it Includes dredging in the Pacific entrance, lock construction at Miraflores and Pedro Miguel, and excavation in Culebra cut. At the south end of Culebra cut the highway leaves the. edge of the canal to run behind Gold hill for two miles or more. The hill shuts off the busy life of the canal and one may look across the valley of the Pedro Miguel river upon as tangled a bit of tropical jungle as will be found in Central America. The hill once passed, the canal again appears, with Culebra cut stretching away into the distance The roar of dynamite blasts, the whistling of a score of locomotives, the crunching of the heavily laden dirt trains and the monotonous hammering of drills beat upon the ear, while the eye is held by a sweep of green hills on whose slopes are the homes of the canal builders. Immediately in the foreground is the yawning chasm that has been dug.

HALDANE’S MEDAL IS STOLEN

University of Edinburgh Students Suspect Suffragettes and Wreck Their Rooms.

London. —A curious Incident which occurred in connection with Lord Haldane’s address at the University of Edinburgh recently has just come to light. The program included the presentation to his lordship of a presidential

Lord Haldane.

badge, but when the officials went to get it where it had been deposited shortly before the proceedings commenced it could not tfe found. After a fruitless search the university officials sent hastily to the jeweler’s to procure an empty case, so that the presentation ceremony might be gone through, i Although Lord Haldane knew the case was empty, he received the supposed badge with all due gravity. Suffragettes were suspected of having purloined the medal, and after the ceremony the students marched to the militant suffragette rooms and partly wrecked them. Ji L-. ,

WAR REMINISCENCES

INSIDE CONFEDERATE LINES Ttfo Curious Yankee Soldiers at Appomattox Saw Rebs Cutting Down Tree and Got a Twig. The morning of April 9, 1865, at Appomattox, our battalion (First Division, Fifth Corps) of sharpshooters was on the front line, a half mile or so from the McLean hbuse. A mounted orderly came down the line and informed us that a flag of truce had come in and the war was over, and for us to rest in place until further orders, or words to that effect. In our front, in a little valley, was a small body of the enemy and several army supply wagons. Having nothing else to do, and desiring to see a rebel camp, I, with Comrade Gardiner* on detached service from the 22d Mass., crossed to the enemy’s line and entered their camp after Gen. Lee 'had .gone .to the McLean house, writes Osgood P. Martin of Foxcraft, Maine, in the National Tribune. We were the first Union men inside, the lines at that point. We talked with the men and officers, but they did not seem to be in very good humor. I remembered an officer said; to me: “You have not whipped, only overpowered us, and inside of 20 years we will be at you again.” We noticed some of the Johnnies cutting an apple tree to pieces, which stood near the fence of a small orchard. We stood by until several had cut and split out quite large pieces of the tree. 1 heard one of them say, as he shouldered his portion: “Gen. Lee may surrender if he wants to, but he isn’t , going to surrender me.” Then he started off across the country and disappeared.

When the tree was nearly all cut up and distributed I asked an axman why they were doing that. He Irv formed me that Lee ant? his generals had sat under this tree and held a consultation before the surrender. I asked for the 1 ax and cut out several pieces for myself and comrade —partly roots, so nearly had the tree already disappeared. By this time it was wise that we were getting back inside our own lines, for two reasons—first, the enemy, who had gathered around in great numbers, looked and aicted as If we had no business there; second, we had gone inside their lines out of curiosity and without permission, and had been absent some time. We did not - see another Union man while we were Inside the lines/

An Oratorical Boomerang.

The Inexperienced candidate had had a bad time. He had been electioneering in the camp of an Indiana regiment, and had been severely heckled and his temper was at breaking point. “Gentlemen,” he said presently, in exasperation: • “Herodotus tells us”— “Which side is he on,” came a voice from the crowd.

Herodotus tells us,” he went on firmly, “of a whole army that was put to flight by the braying of an ass.” But his triumph was short lived, for again came a voice from the crowd, this time in a resigned tone: “Young man,” it said, “go ahead. This army’s been tested.”

Promoted.

An officer of the navy, in speaking es the extent to which the lingo of the navy is used as slang in the families of navy officers, particularly by the young women, offered the following as an Illustration:

The youngest girl of a prominent naval officer was entertaining a friend who had called to congratulate the oldest daughter, who had lately become engaged tb a captain in the same service. The friend suggested incidentally that the youngest daughter would doubtless miss her big sister, whereupon the girl addressed replied: ’ . “Yes, I shall; but just think of it, I am advanced a number.”

Robbery by Mistake.

Two ladies, while General McClellan was at dinner at the Mhssasoit house, Springfield, Mass., s on his passage through that city, ventured to rob a military cap, which they supposed to be the general’s, of both its buttons, tearing them out in a very unfeminine manner, to be preserved as mementoes of that military chieftain. The mortification of their feelings and the redness of their faces can only be faintly imagined when one of the aids carelessly as usual put on the mutilated cap, and the general put on his own,' which was intact. Those buttons were not preserved, but the story has been.

Good Athletic Exercise.

are many methods of “keeping fit’f besides the Swedish exercises in the early'tnorning between bath and breakfast. One may kick a ball. The simple exercise has come into fashion on the southeastern coast of England. Each hoarding house buys a ball of India rubber, or any bouncing variety. The boarders come out upon the promenade, throw down the ball, and men and maidens pursue and kick It from breakfast back to the next meal. It is splendid exercise for the girls and boys.