Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 25, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 January 1914 — Page 2

SERIAL STORY

—=Tta Isolated Continent A Romance of the Future

By Guido von Horvath and Dean Hoard

St2i°dStKSit “* SYNOPSIS. For fifty years the continent of North America had been Isolated from the reat of the world by the use of Z-rays, a wonderful Invention of Hannibal Prudent. The. invention had saved the country from foreign Invasion, and the continent had been united under one government with Prudent as president. For half a century peace ana prosperity reigned in this part of the world. The story opens with President Prudent critically 111. His death Is hastened by the receipt of a message from Count von Werdensteln of Germany that he has at last sucoeeded in penetrating the rays Dying, he warns Ws daughter Astra that this means a foreign invasion. He tells her to hurry to the Island of Cirynlth, but dies before he can tell the location of the place. Astra Is nominated for the presidency by the continental party. Napoleon Edison calls on Astra. Informs bar that he was a pupil of bar father's, sad promises to help mr. He gives her a ring made of>a neWb discovered substance which, h* says, will solve the problem as flying.

CHAPTER IV.

Europe. The Zugspitse is the highest peak In Germany; it belongs to the Alps and a panorama can be seen from the perpetually snow-covered summit that Is worth whHe. At the foot of this giant is the town of Partenkirchen, a great place for tourists, bat since the Isolation of the American continent the number of visitors has diminished somewhat. One crisp December morning a tall groung man on sUls slid down from one of the snow-covered side hills of the Zugspitse. He wore an Alpine costume and carried on his back .the usual satchel of the mountain climber. The sack evidently was heavy,-yet he parried It easily. —= ' The early sportsman stopped for a second or two Just about the Ttrolean and Bavarian border. After a short meditation, he started forward, and with the agility of a master of the ■port elid downward. Jumping down ■teep slopes, and soon landed in the ■valley. He took a peculiar Held glass from his knapsack and directed it toward the great peak, moving it until he found a spot that looked to the ■unaided eye like a red dot ob the mountain side. It was the deserted •castle of the great Prince Luipold, once reigning prince of the kingdom of Bavaria. When he had focused the glass, he saw a round, ruddy cheeked man rubbing his hands vigorously. “It must be somewhat cool there,” smiled the sportsman. He drew a red handkerchief and made some circular movements In the air with the fluttering linen, always WllfMn through his glass. \ Then, ■with a satisfied expression, he placed the glass and kerehief in their respective places and started toward the town. The narrow, winding streets were almost deserted and he used his skits even through the town. There were several hotels around the square; the Golden Eagle and the ■Red Star were the most promising looking, and he selected the latter. Unfastening the straps of the sklie, he cast them over his shoulder and entered the famous old hotel. At the sound of the stranger's footateps In the hall a big, white-aproned pan, whose head was covered with a Turkish fee, appeared In the doorway at the end of the hall; in his right hand hs held a murderous looking knife and in the left a fork. He greeted the newcomer with great respect; it was surprising to see a guest at this time of the year. The man of ■the skils leaned his knapsack and the against the wall and said, ”Guten morgen, Herr Wlrthl” The big German threw fork and knife on a table and rubbing his hands on his apron to remove the grease, took the stranger's sack and carried it into the office. There he put a long, official blank of reporting paper before him, together with pen and ink. It took a long time for the stranger to fill out all the somewhit impertinent questions, but at last it was done. ,On the last line he wrote in large, round characters the name: “Chevalier Sonapo E di Leon." "What can 1 do for you, chevalier?" asked the hotel-keeper, who had used the time to remove his apron and put on a clean coat. "First of aH, I want some breakfast. then a room, as 1 would like to •pend a few days here.” The host's face shone with pleasure and he led his guest into the small 4taing-room. ; i The chevalier's eyes wandered around searchlngly; they seemed to penetrate into every nook, and corner. The host returned, fallowed by a (girl, who pot a enow-white cover on me of the tables, then steaming hot veils were brought in with coffee, but-

splendid appetite. When he had finished, the host offered him some cigars. but he smilingly refused, assuring him that he never used them. “They are real Saharan, chevalier." "Saharan? Is that a new brand?" "Not exactly; we have had It for ten years, ever since the successful irrigation of Ztlie desert. I understand that it 1b even better than the once famous Havana.” The stranger looked at the host thoughtfully, then with some hesitation <he asked: “What ie the name of the engineer who planned that project? I have quite forgotten.” "You are not a German, chevalier, otherwise you would know the man whom all the German-speaking nations regard with hope; his name is Count von Werdensteln.” The young man started, but recovered himself quickly. "How foolish, I have nearly spilt my coffee. Yes, Werdensteln; I remember the name now.” I "He in oar Bismarck, Moltke and Edison, in one person." The young man stared at the host for a second, “Quite a remarkable man.” "Indeed, sir, he was selected as commander In chief by the International Federation, for the war againEt America.” “I am sure it is a very happy selection." “Well, sir, he is a great man indeed, bat I do wish, and I am sure many others wish so too, that instead of militarism, he would devote hlB energies to the betterment of the people."

“To industrial, agricultural and financial developments; Is that what you mean?" “Yes, sir, and above all else, to lifting the burdens from the citizens. You know what we Have to Buffer under this terrible military rule.” “I am a stranger, my dear host; I name from where the coffee and slender palms grow, so I don’t know much about the happenings around here. However, I am interested and pray that you tell me mors." The good host of the Red Star was happy to find some one who was glad to listen to his talk; this stranger even took his notebook out and dashed some interesting details into it Later on he found a queer little newspaper, the Koelnlsche Zeitung, and read the news section with much interest. The same morning he inquired for the best tailor in town and Herr Sohulz, the host, telephoned for him. When the little tailor arrived he took measurements, showed fashion plates and goods, but the chevalier left the selection to him, stipulating that All he wanted was the latest to cvery-

thing. Hie tailor touched the cloth the chevalier’s /Jpine coat was made of and examined it closely with an air of surprise "This is something new to me,” he eald at last. "I never saw a weave like this.” He looked questionlngly at the chevalier, hut he seemed to be busy with the fashion plates and did not answer. However, at the tailor’s request, he removed his coat and that little man looked searchingly at the lining, bopjng to find the maker’s name. His eyes grew large when be saw a small tag bearing the name of a Chicago manufacturer. Thred daye later'the new clothes were ready; the Chevalier di Leon paid for them in gold. It did not matter that the mint stamp was quite old; Indeed, some were of the nineteenth century, and none of the pieces were later than 1919. The curious little tailor noticed this fact, also; he shook his head again, but kept quiet That quality was still golden. The same evening the stranger left by the slow local train for Munich,

A Tall Young Man an Sklis Slid Down From One of the Snow-Cov-ered Side Hills.

that old art center. He selected a promising hotel and was soon settled for the night Upon his- inquiry for the quickest route to Berlin the Aero-Electric Line was suggested. It made the trip In blx hours. "It Is quite ingenious," thought the chevalier. Pour tremendous cigar-shaped aluminum balloons were attached to each other; the whole aerial train was at least 500 yards long. The first and bal loons bad very high powered dynamos, and both were connected with Home Ingenious device to the rail that was supported on tall Iron columns. "Not a bad Idea," thought the chevalier as he mounted the Aero-Electro tbe next morning. "It is In some way similar to the old electric car system; they economize on the rails ailid the roadbed, but Ist ms see—ths gas? Tss, It pays, after all, and It is quicker,"

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The chevalier selected a plaee Where he wa#i able to see both sides of the train, and took out his field glass. It was cold on the upper deck, hut he did not pay much attention to that; he was too busy watching the-country below. He saw many interesting things with his extremely powerful glass, but at almost every town that they passed he observed military maneuvers, notwithstanding the cold and deep snow. “Oh, what a waste!" he thought, then retired Into the large saloon, because the wind had risen and was unpleasantly cold. He sat down at the reading table and looked through a number of periodicals.- There he found picturea of almost all' the monarchs and also a very good plcturfe ,of Count von Werdenstein. Just below this picture was an article that did not Bpeak very highly of this genius. The paper was ultra-socialistically inclined, and the article pointed out the futility of the militarism of which the count was the advocate. The chevalier took out his little notebook and wrote the name of the author there. The paper was edited in Berlin and he did not anticipate mtich trouble in finding Paul Kalmar through the editorial office. The aero-train was half afi hour late on account of the high wind, but finally arrived. , -The traveled took a taxicab and at random told the chauffeur to* drive to the Metropole Hotel. It was one 6f the old-fashioned places left over from the nineteenth century, but It was excellently equipped with all modern improvements. The Chevalier dl Leon did not stay long in his rooms, but after a short consultation with the clerk left the hotel and mingled with the crowds on the street. ,

The beautifully decorated xtores showed Christmas splendors and luxuries. The Ah Clegt lßßauty oftho town Impressed him. At one and of the nark stood a magnificent equestrian monument of Colossal size The horse was bounding forward; the face, with upturned mustache and fierce eye was familiar. All the muses of art And science were gathered about the base in a fantastic but expressive Manner—but, in front of them, holding the most prominent position, wad Mars! The chevalier shrugged his shoulders; "It does seem that monarchism cannot exist without the sword.

The palace guard marched by, a company of the 221st infantry regi ment. Their helmets glittered, they wore grayish cuirasses, and carried clumsy looking riflee; they had no bayonets, but short pistols in their belts. Thd jnusic boomed tn warlike tones and the unlformed men marched in stiff, unnaturally long steps. The chevalier shook his head again, and turned sadly into a side street At the editorial rooms of the Freue Gedanken he gave hie card to an Attendant and asked to see Herr Paul Kalmar. “Are you a poet?” the boy asked Inquisitively. “No, indeed, not even an author.*

This seemed to please the boy, who hurried away; he soon came back with a smile. "Third door to the right" The next moment Chevalier dl Leon stood before Herr Paul Kalmar, wbo Invited him to be seated. The/ultra, socialist was a mild, calm giant with very light brown hair, but his greenish eyes held sparks of courage and dogged determination. The tall chevplier seemed to tmprees him favorably, and he listened with a quiet air. "I have come from afar to see you, Herr Kalmar. I read your article about Count von Werdensteln, and as I have an idea that probably will influence the count to preach peace instead of war, I wish you would kindly listen to me and give me your advice.” “I also am a man who wants peace. Chevalier di Leon, and I will be glad to discuss that theme with you; If you will give me a few minutes' time I will take you to the Case American puid we can talk and eat at the same time.” "I am sure it will please me very much." Half and hour later they were on the balcony of the famous Case American In a cosy corner among the palms and vines. The big German ordered an epicarean lunch with Mosel wine; he listened attentively and ate with a relish. The chevalier's words seemed to meet with his approval. “To prove my good will, to win tala influence, I am willing to give him the secret of gold manufacturing.” These words were said so enthusiastically that a beautifully dressed woman Who sat at the neighboring table looked up from her plate and gased at tbe bright-eyed chevalier. —“Notso loud, my dear man, not no loud; even the walla have ears." The advice came somewhat late, for the woman already had noted ths chevalier’s words, and now shs watched them from beneath heritong, silky eyelashes, but it was In vain; shs could not hear another word. After the long lunch Herr Kalmar and the chevalier entered a taxicab. "To the palace of the honorable chancellor. Count von Werdensteln," thundered Kalmar In the ear of ths taxi driver. Mr. Kalmar seemed to know how to reach his excellency, the iron-handed chancellor, as a gorgeously liveried attendant soon conducted-them Into the presence of the man they songht Chevalier gi Leon stopped for a moment when he )>eheid the man whose face he had seen only In print; he stopped with a trace of caution in his manner. USUI (TO BE CONTINUED.»

Reasons Philosophically.

"If a man Is not actually a lover, hs likes to marry tho woman who win causs him tho least bother.”—Hike Decoy Duck." hr • PMB -

ALL FEARED WITCHES

WELBH PEOPLE ONCE HAD IM» PLICIT FAITH IN POWERS. Many Stories of Malevolent Deeds Have Been Handed Down Through Generations—Practiced Their Arts on Dumb Animals.

M. L. Lewes, in the Occult Review, tells some stories about witches. I must apologize to my psychic readers for repeating them, as no doubt most of them take that admirable monthly, a writer in T. P.’s weekly says. In. olden days Welsh witches used to “put spells” on the animals of neighbors who annoyed them. If a cow was the victim it would.sicken of no apparent disease, cease to give milk, and, if the spell were not removed, would die. The effect of “witching” a pig was to cause a curious kind of madness, something like a fit; this agaid ended fatally unless a counter charm was forthcoming. Qiiite recently I saw one of these "charms” quoted in a local paper by a collector of folklore. “An old witch living not far from Llangalock (in Carmarthenshire . . . on one occasion when she had witched a pig, was compelled subsequently to unwitch the animal. She came and put her hand on the pig’s back, sayfin ‘Duwa’th gad wo i’th berchenog' (God keep thee to thine owner).’* Which seems a mild way of calming a frenzied pig. "A noted witch,” says Mr. Lewis, “used to live about a mile and a half from my own home. She was known as ‘Mary Perllan Peter,’ from the name of her house, Perllan Peter, deep down in a thickly wooded ravine, or dingle, as we call it in Cardiganshire. This way of designating individuals is common in onr part of Wales, where surnames among the peasantry are chiefly limited to Jones, Davles and Evans. So that a person’s Christian name, followed by* that of his house, is far more distinctive than using a surname most probably common to half the people in a parish. So the witch was ‘Mary of Peter’s Orchard’ (‘perllan’ meaning orchard, though who ‘Peter’, was I could never find out, and she was undoubtedly a powerful one). “One day she asked a neighbor to bring her some corn which she required, and the man very unwillingly consented, the path down to the* cottage was very steep and the. corn heavy to carry. On the way he spilt some, and Mary was very angry and muttered threats to her friend when he left. And when he got back to his home and went to the table, what was his amazement to see his little mare "sitting like a pig” on her haunches and staring wildly before her. He went to her, and pulling at the halter, tried to get her on her feet, hut in vain; she did not seem to be able to move. Then the man, veryTrightened. bethought him of the witch’s threats, for he felt surC the mare was spellbound. So he sent off, and when she arrived Bhe went straight up to the animal and ‘Moran fach, what ails thee now?’ was all she said, and the mare jumped to her feet as well and lively As ever."

Stealing.

Stealing is a wholly silly business at the best; but to steal In the postoffice, in a bank, or in any other organized institution, is absolutely Idiotic. There 1b no surer road to state prison than to steal from an organized business; and the-larger the business is the more complicated the business is, the smaller the possibility that the thief can avoid that final detection. The thief burrows around in his little corner very much as mice make ways for themselves under the floors of a storehouse or a dwelling. Both the thief and the mouse have' It all to themselves for a while, atfd the thief at least thinks that nobody knows. But to think such a thing only shows that he is a fool. His operations necessarily touch other people, for otherwise he would find nothing to steal. They complain; the trap is set for him; and merely by continuing to steal he walks Into it and is caught, Just as the mouse is when its secret passageway finally opens into the room it seeks to enter. The man who steals once may escape, but the man who makes a business of stealing ,1s as certain to be caught as he is to live. He has to quit stealing or to die in order to avoid being caught. It is a dead sure thing.— Hartford Courant.

Fastest Travel on Record.

The researches made by physicists of all centuries have proved that the hertzian waves move with the same speed as light, that Is to say, at about 186,000 miles a seconds 1 Three French scholars, Mr. Abraham, professor at the Conservatoire des Arts et Metiers; Major Ferrie and Mr. Dufour, have, under the auspices of the bureau of longitudes, just determined the speed of propagation of the hertzian waves between Paris and Toulon. Part of the result has been calculated, and the speed found Is 295,900 kilometers to the second, with a difference of less than one per cent for each determination, in comparison to the average. They Intend to measure this speed between the Eiffel tower and the station of wireless telegraphy at Washington, while Hie longitude of, the capital of the Ignited States is being determined. Messrs. Abraham, Dufour and Ferrie propose to continue their experiment! and to ztudy the speed of the propagation of hertzian waves between two points separated by tho sea.

CHASE of AFRICAN BIG GAME

A LTHOUGH a big game shooter’s diary generally shows a monotonous register of game killed without any striking events, yet there are red-letter days which are impressed on the memory either by a narrow escape from a wounded animal or by the unusual boldness and cunning of the hunted quarry. Some years ago, says a writer in London Field, I. was encamped in a district which was seldom visited by Europeans in India, And news was brought to me of a large panther which had its homeln some rocky hills not tar from my encampment. Many years’ experience with these wary animals had taught me that it was necessary to build a machan at least a day before sitting up for'them, so one afternoon I proceeded to the hills, where the panther’s den was pointed out to me. Lair Difficult of Approach. A scrutiny of the ground showed It to be most unfavorable for securing a suitable position. The cave in which the panther had taken up Its abode was at the foot of some high precipitous basaltic rocks, where it/was impossible to select a site above the cave, while th 4 ground from the cave sloped steeply downward to the valley beneath, and was covered with large boulders Interspersed with serub jungle. As it was impossible to find a tree strong enough to bear a machan a platform raised about three feet from the ground, so as to get a view over some boulders, had to be buUt, and this was inclosed to the front and on both sides by leaf screens. After this was built a goat was tied about twenty yards in front of the machan In a position where it would be visible from the entrance to the cave. Having seen to all the preparations, I returned to camp, and the tfiext morning the shikaris reported that the goat had been killed. 9 At 3:30 p. m. Tajam went to the place and, as the goat had been almost entirely devoured, another goat was tied and the Bhikari and myself took our seats on the platform. To my disgust I found that the shikari had a cold, and his sneaking and coughing were sufficient to drive away any animal. I therefore sent him away, and he had not been gone more than ten minutes when I heard a deep growling behind me. _ Turning around suddenly, I saw a large panther lying full length in the scrub, watching me from about three yards’ distance. He immediately made a couple of bounds to the left of my machan, where he sat on his hindquarters watching me and growling viciously.

It was impossible for me to shoot, as the leavesMn tbe screen to the left were too tightly interlaced even If the panther would have remained until I could sight the rifle upon him. My only chance for a shot was that he would pass along In front of where I was sitting, toward the goat. This apparenriy.he had no intention of doing, and we remained In our respective positions until it was nearly dark, when he quietly made off. On whistling up my men I told them about the behavior of this panther, and the shikari informed me that on leaving he bad met it atx?ut fifty yards 'from where I was seated, and as it would not move he threw a stone at It, when it slunk off snarling and growling into the Jungle. As it was now quite dark, I unloaded my rifles, and we proceeded together to untie the goat Game Finally Bagged. We had not gone half a dozen yards when there was a rush and we heard a struggle. The shikari and myself both said that It was the panther at the goat, but the other men would not have/It I, however, reloaded, and as it was too dark to see, advanced slowly to the goat. On coming up to it w® found It in its last death struggle, the pantiter having seised it by the neck as It rushed past As I was leaving the next day, I was unable to sit np again for the panther, bat the next year when I was at the same place I was told the panther was still there, so I again sat in the place, when the panther came early, and a right and left from a 12smooth bore loaded with Lyon’s Itheal

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bullets enabled me~Xo add his skin to my trophies. A second curious experience with A panther was within a couple pf hundred yards of the place where the last panther N was killed. Here the position was on the ground, but I took the precaution of having a screen all round. This time, too, a goat had not been tied up the previous night, so I| had not much hope of the .panther coming before dark. However, I took up my position with the shikari early in the afternoon. At about 4 p. m. the shikari, who was on my left, touched, me. For some time I could see nothing, but the shikari, with his eyes, showed me that there waß something to his left and close to him. 1 then through the screen made qut a panther lying full length close i<p against the screen intently watching the goat, which had not seen him. * I did not know \yhat the feelings of the shikari were, but I expected him to cough at any minute, as I myself felt a most extraordinary inclination to do so, a feeling which Invariably comes over one while waiting for a shot with nerves at high tension. Luckily, both of us managed to keep quiet, and the panther, after making a prolonged survey of his surroundings, rushed upon the goat, but to my intense annoyance, the rope by which the goat was tied snapped, and the panther, carrylhg the goat, bounded right up against the front of my screen. Luckily the screen held. The panther was aststartled as we were, and dropped the goat. However, we did not hear him make off, so the shikari quietly raised himself to look over the screen, when, with another rush, the panther seized the goat and bounded across the narrow clearing with it. As he did- so j fired with the 500 cordite, and simultaneously the goat waß dropped in his tracks* I thought I had hit him badly, but I found afterward np sign of a hit, and with disgust I had to write "missed badly” in my diary that evening.

GREATER THAN THE ‘MACHINE’

World’s Most Lasting Triumphs Have Been Those Achieved by the individual. '

Who Is the great leader, the man who can inspire his fellows with a splendid idea and‘move them to vast efforts and sacrifices for a cause, or the manager who apportions men their jobs and makes them work? A considerable school of ultramodernlsts would decide in favor of the manager. They want human affairs reduced to mechanical formulae, with a master engineer in control of the leyers. Socialists, “new nationalists” and tariff lobbyists differ on many points; but they agree in devotion to the machine. All regard human beings as “units" to be bossed, bullied, petted, taxed or directed; never as individuals who can be roused to work out their own salvation. It would seem that the burden of proof rests on the champion of this mechanical theory. History gives it small encouragement The great epochs of the past are those in which people thought for themselves and worked for themselves, and “never asked what’s to do.” The world looks back for inspiration and guidance not to the mechanically managed Roman empire, but to Greek republics, and medieval cathedral build.ers, and outbursts of individual art and freedom' of the renaissance.—Chicago Journal.

Whales Being Wiped Out.

The fact that the whale la disappearing is pointed ont by Ed Perrier, head of the Paris natural history museum. Several Bpecles will probably soon be lost on Account of the very active hunting being carried on at present *No less than thirty Norwegian companies are engaged in this work off the western coast of Africa, aiyd on the eastern coast ni the Mosambique region. The danger Is as great from English enterprises. This account of the future extinction of the while led the academy to pass resolutions tecommending tile interest of the government in the matter and calling for an International commission.