Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 25, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 January 1914 — Page 3

MONA LISA’S STORY

Return to Paris Recalls Long Misunderstood History. Salomon Relnach, a French Searchar for the Truth,JTefla of Hta Efforts to Learn the Facts of Re- , markable Portrait. :<Pwris. —The unprecedented enthusiasm over the return of the Mona Use to Paris takes us back to the days of her first arrival. 400 years and mote ago. Vincenzo Terugia, the Italian artartizan, who abducted her from the Louvre in' 1911 to “give her back” to Florence, is completely mistaken in hte facts. Mona Lisa was always a Paris resident At the moment wh4h Perugia imagines her to have been “stolen” from Italy “by Napoleon,” she had not been living in Italy for 300 years. Mona Lisa was brought to Paris-by her father, Leonardo da Vinci, who sold her to King Franeis I. for $40,000 of our money—a terrific price in those days. , When first exhibited in the palace of the Louvre 400 years ago there was a rush of all the notables of Paris to see her, comparable only to the present pvation of return. Leonardo was the star guest of the French king, more run after and admired in Paris than in his native Italian city; and he could sell every scrap of his works. In his baggage when he came to France he brought the Mona Lisa. I “Why does she smile so sadly?” asked the French king. Leonardo never tdld him. Yet he knew why. . - ... 1 . __ Why does Mona Lisa smile so sadly? ’ftere at last is her true pathetic history. Now is the time to tell it.- Mona Lisa' has too loiig been misunderstod. “During 400 years past,” says Paul Leprieur, curator of the Louvre paintings, who went to Italy and brought her back, “during 400 years past Mona Lisa has addled the wits of those who

have talked about her after having looked too long upon her.” “Four centuries Is rather much," replies Salomon Relnach. This Salomon Relnach is the very typ- of the exact archaelogist -He will not permit geniuses to create facts, and is the enemy of wind and flapdoodle, breaking in on fofty theories with a marriage or death certificate. He is curator of the St. Germain museum, a remarkably distinguished man. perfectly well knowh In America. And Salomon Relnach pricked the bubble of all this wind about Mona Lisa. Leonardo da Vinci took four year*

REAL PEARLS IN GEORGIA

Probably Taken From Bame Streams aa Those Obtained by Oe Soto From Indiana. Atlanta, Ga.—There are real pearls to be found in Georgia, and they are fine ones, too. Dr. S. W. McCalUe, state geologist. Is in receipt of a pearl taken from a mussel iq the Chattanooga river, which is a stone of very fine quality and is valued at |I2B. According to Dr. McCallie, there are just as genuine and Just as fine pearls to be fopnd in the humble mollusks of the rivers of northwestern Georgia and eastern Tennessee as may be obtained from the East Indian fisheries. This is not the first pearl to be found, nor v by any means the most valuable one either. Some time ago a magnificent atone, weighing 700 grains, warn found, and, after being dressed, was disposed of to a Mew York Jeweler for 1700. According to Dr. McCallie. as long ago as when De Soto made his exploration trip through Georgia, in the early part of the sixteenth century, the Indians were found to be in possession of a number of valuable pearls, some of which they disposed of to the explorer. This probably led to the reports that vfere current among the Spaniards of the marvellous riches'of the country. Dr. McCallie is of the opinion .that these stones, which De 80to obtained somewhere in the vicinity of Rome, were Chattanooga river pearls. The tradition connected with De Soto’s visit bad long since been forgotten, however, and <jnly recently has

MILLIONAIRE BABY AND HER GUARDIAN

The Hon. Elilene Vivian de la Pore Beresford Decies, infant daughter of Lady Decies, formerly Vivian Gould, photographed at Georgian Court, Lakewood, N. J., where Lord Decies and family spent the holidays. The heir to the famous estates in England and also to the Go.uld millions is just learning to 1 walk and is seen every fine day out for an airing, accompanied by her faithful dog.

<lsOl-1604) to pain the wife of hia friend, Francesco del Glocondo; and, so far from being In lbve with her or she with him, he dropped both portrait and fritter again and again, on a moment’s notice, to go on pleasure or business trips. Relnach is a terrible man. He chases a date through a hundred manuscripts until he trees it Leonardo quit Florence in 1499, to return only in 160 j. In 1502 he traveled in Uhmbria as- architect of Valentine Borgia. He returned to Florence In 1503, went on a x pleasure jaunt to Venice in 1505, returned and went to Milan in 15Q6. That, Is not four years of loving contemplation, is It? The truth is, that Leonardo, painted the portrait gratis for his friend, the husband dropping in when business called. It bears every mark of such a non-pald, purely friendship portrait—to the last, in which the-painter sells it to a third party. Salomon Relnach has found It We know the melancholy of Mona Lisa. Married in 1495, she hgd no children uptil 1499. • Then came a little daughter.

Salomon Relnacn remembered that once a librarian of Florence communicated to Muntz, the great French art historian, an extract from the ancient “Libre del Mortl” —records of deaths In Florence. By this it appears that on June 1, 1501, the little daughter (flanciulla) of Francesco del Glocondo and his wife Mona Lisa was buried from the church of Santa Maria Novella. Why, the very coßtume of Mona Lisa in the picture is heavy mourning! You see now. Her smile is a constrained smile, the best she can do to please the kindly painter who has paid singers, musicians and buffoons to entertain her.

pearl gathering In the streams of northwestern Georgia given promise again of becoming an important industry.

“PEACE BOND” FOR MOSQUITO

Customs Officials Hold Up 600 Insdcts From Panama—To Be Bent to Germany. New York.—Six hundred moequitoes ranging in else from a gnat to a pterodactyl, were held up here when the Carl Bchurz docked because the customs officials could not find the duty on mosquitoes. The mosquitoes, which were accompanied by Dr. Emilio Martine, from the Isthmuß of Panama, were admitted finally under bond to keep the peace. They will start for German? on the first ship, to be studied by scientists there. Lucius Ford, a fellow, passenger with Doctor Martine, said that outside th 6 canal sone mosquitoes sometimes appealed in such thick clouds the light was shut out He said, that a mosquito cloud last summer darkened Puerto Cahello fbr three days. But Mr. Ford ls.-not a scientist. He. however, agreed with .Debtor Martine that the pests have been practically eliminated from the canal zone. - r

Throw Ashes From Bridge.

New York,—The ashes of Charles W, Presley, a rich contractor, were thrown by an undertaker’s assistant from the middle of Brooklyn bridge. It was Presley's last request

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HITS BIBLE STORIES

Dr. Eliot Asserts Garden of Eden Is a,Myth. * President Emeritus of Harvard as Advocate of New Religion Declares Btory of Making Man of Duat Is False.

Boston.—Dr. Charles W. Eliot, president emeritus of Harvard, whose previous articles and lectures on the future of religion caused world-wide discussion, reports now that the biblical story, of the Garden of Eden is a myth. In an article printed by the American Unitarian association of Boston he says: “God did man out of the dust of the ground. “God did not turn stonemason and give into the hands of Moses the ten commandments. , “Neither did the sun stand still for Joshua. . - “Neither did Jonah go through his thrilling experience in the close quarters of the whale.” These and other stories Doctor Eliot would designate pleasant reading, but not for belief. There will be nothing like dogmas or creeds in his twentieth century religion. No miracle will be found in it. “Men of science,” says Doctor Eliot, “have no faith in magic or miracle. “No thinking person now accepts as anything but primitive myth or fanciful poetry the story of the Garden of Eden or the portrait of God in the second chapter of Genesis as a being who formed man out of the dust of the ground as a child fashions an image out of snow or clay. “The Creator is for modern men a sleepless, active energy and wilfwhich

Dr. Charles W. Ellot.

yesterday and forever actuates all things. The human spirit actuates its own body, so small and yet so Inconceivably complex. "By savage man the gods were recognized chiefly in the irresistible catastrophes of nature; in jhe lightning, the earthquake, the' flood, and the drought, the volcano and the mighty wind. “Twentieth century people recognize God chiefly in the wonderful energies of sound, light and electricity; in.the vital processes of plants and animals; in the human love and aspirations and in the evolution of human society.”

THROUGH ACIDTEST

By KATHERINE HOPSON.

Stephen Miles sat stunned, while the letter fell unheeded from his fingers. - "I can’t believe it—l can’t —” he exclaimed over and over. Then he picked up Avis Cordon’s letter again and reread the last page: “I hope what I’m going to say won’t hurt you, Stephen. We have been very good friends, and I hope always shall be, but this is probably the last letter I shall ever write you, for I am going to be married in October. My fiance is a man f met this summer while visiting Uncle Alfred, in Denver. Robert Harley is owner of a large silver mine In the Tahoe valley, and is a man of ability who inspires one with confluence." '. - : .L._ ~ • . . At this last sentence Stephen winced. “I'hat’s more than she could say of me. But it wasn’t because I didn’t try to make good." His mind went back over the past, which seemed a series of misfortunes, beginning with loss of health, then position and prospects, And now, after two years of fierce struggle he had t regained all three. “But on the eve of success I have lost my sweetheart.” . There was a wounded boyish look in his gray eyes. “I don’t' wonder she grew tired of waiting—and an offer from another man In settled, comfortable circumstances seemed attractive after the tales of discouragement which were all I had to give her for so long! But, oh, Avis! Avis! If only you had held on a little longer, all, would have come right for us!” He laid his head down on the old student table- —where for so many nights after a weary evening’s work, he had written his daily letter to Avis. That hour for writing had been the brightest one of the 24. “If I’d received this letter six months ago—or even four, it would merely have seemed part of my chapter of bad luck, but now when I thought things had taken a turn for the better, this comes as a knock-out blow.” For a long time he sat with head bowed on his arm in thoughtful silence, then he straightened up. “Well, it’s a blow I must take like a man.” Squaring his shoulders he got out writing materials and wrote —wrote in the graceful, kindly way which had always characterized him even in moments of deepest discouragement,? and wished her all good luck and happiness. ■ There was another moment of anguish wheir he wrapped up her letters and photograph to send back. They had helped him over so many hard places. “If I could only keep this,” thought he, as he looked at her Idcture. Id a way he was glad he did not know the exact date of her wedding. Yet each day during the month of October he wondered if this were the one. He had intended to return this fall to the old town in Ohio to visit his parents. But he could not go now —not until Avis was married and gone from there. He decided to accept an offer he had received of a position in Montana. His train left St. Paul late in the evening, but he entered the Pullman early .to get well settled. With a sense of relief he laid down his grip and prepared to make himself comfortable in the seat, when he glanced carelessly through the car—and there before him, across the aisle, sat Avis and —the man. \

Stephen stared in blank amazement. "Well, of all predicaments!” he.ejaculated. "I have tried to give her up with the best grace possible, but I’m not equal to sitting across from her for two days and witnessing another man’s happiness. Besides, the situation would be a bit embarrassing for her. Quietly he picked up his bag and left the car. He tfent tack to the ticket office and arranged to have his berth changed to another car. It was necessary for him to go on that train to meet his business appointment, but lie could and would avoid the bridal couple. He toould time hiß going into the diner so as not to meet them. The first day he was successful. They seemed always to go in at the first call, but at noon the second day they were late,' and Stephen, supposing they had come and gone, was just beginning his dinner when they entered. They went to. the end table, and Avis did not see him. Her back was turned, but he could see her face reflected in the mirror. It was not a happy face. For one moment Stephen felt a human gleam of satisfaction that she had not found the anticipated joy with this other man. Then like the acid test which brings out gold from dross, bis better nature rose from its straggle to (he surface, and there surged over him a wave of tender pity. Avis —his Avis —had evidently made a terrible mistake—and it was for all her life long. He studied her reflection. The eyes were sad, and there lurked a look of tragedy in their violet depths. His gaze shift--ed to her husband as he sat facing her. He sat studying the bill of fare with Intentness. It was evidently a matter of much moment what he ordered. |* Sick at heart. Stephen left the diner. “If I thought she were happy, 1 would try to conquer my primitive jealousy and be happy. But now—oh, hers is not the face of a happy woman. And to think—it’s Avis!** The train stopped at a station for a law minutes, and ha got out and

strode savagely up and down the platform. That afternoon the man strolled into the smoking car and sitting down beside Stephen he began to talk abont a hunting expedition he was going to join In Montana. His air of braggadocio made Stephen like him less and less. All his consideration seemed centered about himßelf and no mention made of his bride. “Will yodr wife accompany you on the trip?” Stephen found himself asking, his voice strangely unnatural. “Oh, no, she isn’t a good traveler, and doesn’t like to rough it,” was the careless rejoinder. Stephen’s blood boiled. So neglect was to be Avis’ portion before the honeymoon was scarcely begun! He left the smoker abruptly. He felt he could not answer for consequences if he remained. He was profoundly thankful whqn they reached Butte, where he was to change cars. And yet—could he go away and leave Avis in the keeping of that man who evidently failed to keep his vow to love and cherish ? It was a pale, set-faced young man tensely gripping his traveling bag who alighted. He bad fought the matter out with himself and decided that the kindest things he could do was to go away and npt add to her discomfiture by a dramatic scene. Many * passengers were getting ,off and on, and as his train was not due for a couple of hours, Stephen waited until the first confusion had passed before entering the station. By the time the long overland train had steamed away into the darkness he was alone, save for one other passenger, evidently of the same mind about waiting. She was looking around in a bewildered way. As she turned, and the light from the station fell on her face, he saw, to his amazement, it was Avis. “Why is it? What’s the reason?” his quick mind questioned. Her face looked strained and resolute, and her big eyes were piteous. _ Gently he spoke her name, so as not to frighten her. But she started in nervous terror. Then she realized who it was. “Oh, Stephen, Stephen,” she half sobbed. “What is it, Avis? Where is your husband ?” “My husband?” p “The man you were with," he returned, grimly. “Oh —my uncle?” “Your uncle!” It was his turn for astonishment. “Why, yes, Uncle Fred Sangster, Aunt Mollie’s husband. She was with us, too, but the poor dear was terribly car sick, and had to stay in her apartment most of the time. What a funny mistake.” They laughed. Then his face became serious. “But your letter said— It is past time for your wedding —” The tragic look returned to her face. “The wedding did not come to pass, nor will it ever.. A week before the date set for our marriage I learned some things by accent about the man I was to marry—and I gave him back his ring. That is all —except that it’s my pride more than my heart that’s hurt. A position was offered me to teach here in 'th'e Butte &hools —and I came.” He scarcely heeded what she was saying, except that she was free. “Some cousins were to meet me here —but our train was late —and they aren’t here —” Full realization returned to Stephen with a rush. “I’ll see you safely to their home, if yowll allow me. I -will take care of you now —always, Avis!” ••“Always is a long time,” she laughed. (Copyright, 1913, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

ASSURES HONESTY OF VOTE

French Method Beems Somewhat Complicated, but Doubtless It EfTec- * tually Eliminates Fraud. Have the French discovered the only honest way of getting dfre number of votes? The way of voting whlc#nas recently become a law is called "l’isoloir electoral.” The following is the description given by a Paris paper: More than 20,000 electors defiled before the urns in a district of Ivry for the election of a deputy. Before putting their votes into the urn they all passed through the isolator. When they entered, the voting room, after receiving a paper, which proved their right to vote, which they had taken to court the day before, according to the new law, the voters were each given an opaque gray envelope, with which they were allowed to go to the urn, but only after passing through one of the eight cabins put there for the voter to be able to choose his ticket freely, without anybody seeing him do it. A squad of policemen stood by as the men were about to enter the cabins, and told them what to do. "Put your vote in the envelope.” "Now go on the other side.” "Don’t try to seal the envelope.” And then the voter was allowed to throw his vote into the urn.

Lose of Electrical Energy.

When energy-transmission wires are carried overhead on wooden poles there is no appreciable loss of energy in the poles, but when high-ten-sion lines are carried on steel poles or towers the steel of the structures becomes magnetized to some extent and ewergy losses take place. This is particularly likely to occur if any one of the wires passes through a closed loop of steel in the structure of the tower. The only question of importance to the electrical engineer is whether the losses thus incurred are sufficiently great to be sirious from any practical standpoint—Electrical World. \

STOIES of CAMP AND WAR

HOW TRADERS GOT TO FRONT SoM Northern Papers Containing First News cf Battle of Shiloh to Soldiers 'of Grant's Army. In 1862, the year before I enlisted In Company H, Fourteenth Illinois cavalry, I was at Cairo, 111., just after the battle of Sbiloh, with my unde, James Proud of Clinton, 111., who took the first newspaper containing accounts of the engagement to General Grant’s army. They were Chicago, St. Louis and Cincinnati papers. 1 shipped as cabin help on a transport which was taking the Eighth Missouri from Cairo to Pittsburgh landing a few days after the battle. They had recently been paid off and had had no chance to spend their money. I got sls wages for the trip. We landed the Eighth Missouri at Shiloh and took on about 800 of tbe Seventh Kansas cavalry, destined to a point below Cairo. ' _ When we got back to Cairo I met my uncle and he engaged me to go with him up the river with his outfit consisting of papers, a hogshead of Ice, lemons, cigars,, tobacco, etc, also two casks of pints gnd half-pints of whisky, writes Albert K. Minton of Denver, Colo., in the National Tribune. Whisky was contraband, but I did not know it at the time. It was impossible for any one to get a pass up the river, so our only way was to get aboard, hide and take chances. I made the boat, all right. I told the guard I was employed in the cabin and he passed me in. The boat was loading army wagons as part of Its cargo, and my uncle got into one of these and came on in that way. When daylight came next morning, before we arrived at Paducah, the guard got busy and began to check up the passengers and others. I bluffed my way through. They soon located my uncle and brought him out and put him under arrest, with guard over him, to be turned over the provost guard at Paducah. They put him off at Paducah. I kept out of sight until the boat pulled out for up the river, and when we arrived at Shiloh I found the Eighth Missouri still there in camp. I found an old log stable and got some of the Missouri boys to help me get my papers and goods up to this stable, which they did. It was hot. I told them to bring water and we would make a tub of lemonade. So we soon had a fine business going. Papers were sold for 25 cents each, containing tbe first account of the great battle of Shiloh, afrd they went fast. We had altogether 5,000. My two unopened casks of whisky had attracted the attention of the Missouri boys, and they wanted to know what was in them. Before I thought.l said whisky. Then I was in for it. They begged me to open them and said price was no object to them. I tried to hold them off until arrived, bat it was no go. I supplied their demands, so off they went to their camp. It was not king until it’looked like the regiment was all coming to see me, and I was not long in disposing of all of the whisky, except a few bottles that I had put under the sawdust on ice. My lemonade trade was rushing, too, as it was a very hot day. About five o’clock in the afternoon a provost guard drew up in my front and demanded an Immediate surrender. The sergeant* had orders to search my place for whisky and confiscate tbe same and arrest the seller. The officer in charge made the investigation, but, strange to say, found no whisky. They filled lemonade and left for camp. In a short time the officer came back alone and called me out to one side and said: y*My boy, I found your whisky, but keep it quiet and I win come tonight for It: Do not sell any more, and as soon as I am relieved I will come and get a few bottles.” Which he did and paid for them. The next day my uncle arrived, having been released and furnished passes to the front, and we left for Grant's army, which was about ten miles out towards Corinth. There we disposed of all our papers in a very short time. The next day we left for home, well pleased with our trip and the way we got out of our troubles.

The Twentieth New York.

Silas Brink, 2804 Farragut road. Brooklyn, N. c Y., write# the National Tribune that th 6 old Twentieth New York at Gettysburg waa In the First brigade, Third division. First corps, and commanded In the first day’s fight by Col. Theodore B. Gates. They were in action on what is now known as Reynolds avenue until 4 p. m. On July 2 they were on Cemetery hill, and on July 3 facing Pickett’s charge.

Getting Her Money’s Worth.

’ Mrs. Kimp—Don’t you find Dr. Soakum’s charges rather steep? Mrs. Simp—Yes, I do. But thdn he always gives such dignified and impressive names to the most ordinary ailments that It IS really a pleasure to be ill and go to him for treatment.

Putting It Mildly.

Tom—Did you say your Mend is slender? Tab—Well, she returned a ailhouette gown because , she couldn’t make a shadow In It—Judge.