Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 60, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 11 March 1914 — Page 3

JERUSALEM is Now Modern

Extraordinary interest is being manifested in all Jewish circles about the future of Palestine. The decision of Nathan Straus of New York to devote the remainder of his life to the uplift of Palestine has stimulated interest among the class of Jews who have, until now, kept aloof from any work in connection with the Holy Hand. Again, the conflict that is proceeding in Palestine between the advocates of the use of Hebrew as the medium of instruction in the schools and the representatives of the “Hilfsverein der Deutches Juden,” who far vor the German language, has created a desire to acquire an accurate knowledge of what is going on in the Holy Land. ; Traveler Revisits Holy City. A famous traveler, who has just returned from a visit which he phid to Jerusalem, after an absence from that city of 19 years, writes as follows: “Slow is the progress of the train from JafTa to Jerusalem. The distance between the two cities is but 55 miles, but it takes three and a half hours to cover it. One who is accustomed to express trains in rope, or even to ‘fast trains’ in Turkey, 1b likely to forget he is in a train at all. Nevertheless, the journey is not monotonous; there are compensations in panoramic views that meet the eye. ■‘lt was one of those afternoons that is encountered only in Palestine. Over hill and dale, over the wide and far-extended fields studded with multifarious flowers and aromatic herbage. transparent blue sky. illuminated by a majestic sun, shedding its warm and brilliant rays. As I looked through the open window my thoughts were carried to the city where I was born and where I lived the happiest years of my life. "Nineteen years had elapsed since I left the sacred city. How would It appear after that period? In Constantinople and in Egypt I had met with many a Jerusalemite. All had the one. story for me. ‘You will not recognize the city; It is a new Jerusalem, new in every respect, new Internally and externally.’ J did not give much credence to this statement. I am not unacquainted with Oriental exaggeration. What interested me most was hot the appearance of the place, but the- life within. “Had the life changed? Had the old fanaticism died out? What was the character of the new generation that had grown up within those years? What were the present prospects of a livelihood? "About 5 p. m. the train reached Jerusalem. In an hour it would be dark, and, not to lose time, I took a cab and hastened to see that part of the city situated without the ancient walls. I did not recognize it. During my 19 years’ absence it had completely changed. There is no empty space, and it Is all built up. In place of the old, dilapidated hovels that disfigured the approach to the JafTa gate, I found on both sides of the road large modern stores and magnificent European hotels. A little farther on there was a fenced space with'a number of trees—very much neglected—known as the ‘park’ and adjacent to the famous enclosure containing the Russian Hospice, more beautiful than ever. Mansions Replace Hovels. “For miles the long Jaffa road is flanked north and south with innumerable buildings and streets bearing Hebrew names. Many of the large buildings are new Institutions, others are the old ones which in my time weije located within the city in ruinous state, but have now made great progress and have removed into these lofty and airy establishments. "Wherever my eye turned it beheld stone houses and others half finished. There is something uncanny about the building fever that has been raging for years in and around Jerusalem. Building is the best, almost the only industry, in the Holy City. "Slowly the sun sank in the west t turned and beheld the new Jerusalem bathed in a glory of gold, showered upon it by the setting sun. The spectacle was entrancing. Is this the

WATCHING FIRST MOTOR ROLLER

poverty-stricken city that lives on the bounty of the world? Who built these innumerable and magnificent houses? Whence came the millions, the wealth that lies buried in the stones of all these buildings?” From the top of David’s Tower, built on the highest part of Mount ,ZiOn, which overlooks Jerusalem, there is a splendid view of the country on all sides. Within the walls the buildings look like a mass of stone boxes piled one upon another in all sorts of irregular shapes, just as boxes are piled up in back of any large store. The houses have no chimneys and their stone roofs are flat. Out of the roofs Jut little domes like old-fash-ioned bee hives. The material of the buildings is a yellow limestone, quarried from under the city. It is the same material that Solomon used, and some of the quarries are still known as Solomon's quarries. There is practically no wood, and the framing and doors have to be carried up from the sea. Among the common houses are many churches of one kind or other. Right beneath the tower is the great building of the Holy Sepulcher* which stands over the spot where it is said our Saviour was crucified. Farther over is a church recently erected by the Germans, and here and there are many great hospitals, convents and monasteries built of white limestone. The streets are narrow and winding and some are built over, so that going through them is like passing through tunnels or subterranean caves. Indeed, Jerusalem is a city of cave dwetlerß. Many of the stores- and houses are little more than holes in the rocks, writes Frank G. Carpenter, and outside the town are a number of the Jerusalem of the past, and the excavations have unearthed houses and temples far below the streets of the present. The original floor and court of the house in which Pontius Pilate examined the Christ is below the level of the present city, and mosaics and marbles, including carvings of various kinds and Greek and Roman capitals and columns are frequently foundwhen digging the foundations for erecting new buildings. There are many caves outside Jerusalem. The tombs of the kings on the edge of the city have been cut from the solid rock, and some of. them are. So large that a city house could be dropped Into one and not touch the walls. An excavation of the Pool of Bethesda has shown that it is 80 feet deep, and that it covers nearly an acre. Right under the temple platform are enormous caverns known as Solomon’s stables, and near there is a space honeycombed with vast tanks, which will hold millions of gallons of water.

There is an East end woman who has a pretty wit, relates the Cleveland Leader. Also, she has a sense of humor —and the two are more seldom found in a combination than you would suspect. That is what makes her so companionable to her friends and so impervious to the venomous darts launched by her enemies. The other day she was relating an experience to a group of callers. “The cook has left, as cooks do — without notice,” she said. "And I had to get the dinner myself. lam proud to say that my husband ate every bit of it.” “And is he still alive?” asked one of the ladies present, with sarcastic emphasis. “He is,” was the smiling answer. “Alive —and kicking.”

Old Bridget was long in the family, and one of the tales about her which always started a chuckle ran as follows: In order to have a chance to eat his luncheon in peace the doctor requested ber to say he was "out" to anyone who might call. The bell rang and she hastened to answer it. After a space she returned and stood awaiting a pause in the conversation. "Ahem!” says Bridget. ‘‘Docthor, dear, Oi don’t moind lyin' fer yez, but, sor, Oi do feel dilicate about tellln’ them yer out. phwin they hears yer voice in the dinin’ room.'*

Especially Kicking.

Put Her in Hard Situation.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

WAS AN OLD YALE MAN

By C. B. LEWIS.

There was but one passenger to alight at, Snow Hill, in the cattle and Indian country, and that was Misd Bessie Vaughn of Chicago. Her schoolmate, Nettie Long, whose father owned and managed the big Long ranch, and who was now living with him in the wilds, had written that a person would meet Bessie at Snow Hill with a buckboard and bring her safely to the ranch. The “person” proved to be a young man of twenty-five, dressed as a cowboy, but having rather a distinguished look about him. While he was hastening along the platform and yet thirty feet away, the girl acknowledged to herself that his features were good and that his face showed character and ambition. Perhaps it was for these reasons that, while he was covering the other thirty feet Miss Bessie suddenly decided that he ought UL.be snubbed. "This is Miss Vaughn of Chicago, I presume?” he said, as he lifted his hat and smiled a welcome. What right had he to presume? By what right did he smile a welcome and seem ready to shake hands? The girl looked coldly at him and slightly nodded her head, and that was snub No. 1. The young man took it so, but, though he colored up, he did not lose his smile. “You will give me your checks, please, and I will . put your trunks aboard and we will be off.” There was a touch of authority in his tones that nettled the girl, and she turned away and delivered up the checks with her own hand. She would also have loaded the trunks on the vehicle if she had been strong enough. Snub No. 2 had followed fast on the heels of snub No. 1. "We have fifteen miles to drive,” observed the young man, as they got seated. No reply. Snub No. 3. “I take it that you have never visited this section before?” was remarked after the silence had lasted for a mile. “No.” “But I trust you will find novelty and pleasure.” Miss Bessie looked straight ahead and shut her teeth hard. What was it to one of Colonel Long’s hired men whether she enjoyed the west or not? The man was presumptuous, and she meant her silence to be another snub. Whether it was taken or not, it was not more than five minutes before a voice which had a touch of the paternal in It remarked: “You don’t look overly well, and a couple of months of this bracing atmosphere will do you a world of good.” "Sir, are you a practicing physician?” asked Miss Bessie, as she turned to look the young man .square in the eyes. “Well, no,” he slowly replied. “Then you need not bother to take charge of my health.” That was what the boys would have called a settler, and it hung the young man up for the next ten minutes. When he spoke again, however, it was as if nothing had happened. “It was on that hill over there,” he quietly said, as he pointed with his whip, “that four of our- men were surrounded by fifty Indian warriors two years ago.” Miss Bessie deliberately turned to look in the opposite direction, and she felt that he was smiling as he continued. "One of the boys was killed, but -they killed twelve Indians and held their ground all day.” What was it to her whether one or the whole four cowboys were killed? Indeed, she found herself wishing that all had been wiped out. She hadn’t the slightest interest in the-at->fair —not,that day.” "And over there in that valley is where a drove of steers ran over and trampled the life out of two of our men last spring. We didn’t even find their boots.” Miss Bessie looked straight ahead and made no reply. “And you wouldn’t believe, would you, that this insignificant creek we are crossing was a mile wide and ten feet deep last May? We lost a thousand head of stock in that flood.” Still no reply. It was snub after snub, and she meant to tire him out. This time the silence lasted for fifteen minutes, and she it was who broke it at last. The horses had shied at a coyote dodging for cover and started away on a tearing gallop. The young man kept them on the trail, but made not the slightest effort to check the pace. On the contrary, he hummed a popular air as they lay down to their worlf. The visitor stood it as long as she could, and then turned and exclaimed : “Can’t you see that the horses are running away?” “I have seen it for some time past,” he quietly replied. “Then why don’t you Btop them?” “I will if you wish, but a run of a few mileß won’t hurt them any." She did wish it from the bottom of her heart, for the vehicle was jumping like a goat and It took both hands to hold her hat on her head,- but she gritted her teeth and decided to be smashed into jam before she would prefer the request. The horses ran for three or four miles and then sobered down, and the girl felt that she had snubbed the young man again by not being afraid. “Who is that man you sent to the depot after me?” she asked of her schoolmate, "almost before she had taken off her hat. L “Who? my. that's Tom. I’ll form-. ally introduce you some day.”

"You needn’t mind. I found him rather presumptuous aind had to snub him.' - “Tom presumptuous ? Why, he’s the nicest —” And then she suddenly skipped to some other subject and Tom was,forgotten till next day, when he was bold enough to approach Miss as she was alone for a moment and aek: "What sort of a gait do you prefer in a horse —a trot or a lope? I am to select onp for you today.” "Thank you, but you needn't go to any trouble on my account,” was the reply* and Tom ought to have felt duly crushed as he walked away. He was not seen again for four days, duty having called hiip away. The two girls rode out every day on ponies selected for them, and oh the fourth occasion something happened. The pony ridden by Miss Bessie suddenly bolted, and when she found him beyond control she could only cling to the saddle and hope he would tire himself out after running a couple of miles. But he didn't. He kept a straight course and a headlong gallop for mile after mile, and the girl was thinking of throwing herself from the saddle when a cow pony ranged up beside her, a hand grasped her loose rein, and a voice said in her ear: "Keep your head, Miss Vaughn. I could pull him down and end his run here, but there is need of even more speed.” “W-what is it?” she asked as she turned her head and saw Tom beside her. “Indians. There are five or six in chase of us, and I am racing for that hill with the rocks on it Cling tightly and don’t be afraid.” After a terrific pace for another mile both animals were suddenly pulled up, and dismounting and lifting the girl from the saddle, Tom half pulled her up the steep side of the hill to the shelter of the rocks. “We are'all right now,” he cheerfully saicL “but you keep crouched down till f have a little talk with these noble red men.” The “talk” was his Winchester, and before it was over he had killed one and wounded another. Their loss, together with the alarm of the firing, sent the remaining Indians scurrying away. At the ranch house, after the story had been told, Miss Bessie asked for the second time: “Who is this man Tom?” “Why, he’s an old Yale man and belongs to one of the best families in the east. He came out here for hiß health, you see. Did you have to snub him again today?” “I—l don’t think so.” “But are you going to some other day?” "No, never again. I’m so sorry and ashamed —and I think —think —” Well, there’s a rumor afloat, and it may be true.

MOST VENOMOUS OF LEECHES

Scientists of Java Have Experience With the Deadliest Kind of This Particularly Loathsome Creature. Dr. Andries Verhagen of Batavia, Java, was directed by the government of the Netherlands to go to the eastern end of Sumatra to study a terrible'epidemic of beri-beri which had broken out there. The ship in which he sailed was wrecked, and he and a young assistant offered to go into the interior to seek assistance. For about ten minutes they straggled through a dense and swampy jungle. Suddenly the younger man cried out with pain. Going to his aid. Doctor Verhagen noticed three leetches attached to his arm. They were of a venomous variety that cling to the lower branches of the bushes awaiting their prey and, not content with gorging themselvee on blood, inject Into the wound a poison that causes acute pain. While Doctor Verhagen was helping his assistant innumerable leeches attached themselves to his face and neck. To free him from them the young man had to scrape his ekin with a sharp stone. Exhausted by loss of blood, the doctor managed to crawl back to the wreck of the ship, where he fainted. He was taken- to a hospital the following day and it was several weeks before he recovered. One of his eyeballs was totally destroyed by the terrible leeches, its socket being left empty.

Electric Poultices for Colds.

Doctors are recommending to patients suffering from stiff necks, bruises, and similar ailments the electric poultice, a new and ingenious invention calculated to take the place of the bread and linseed variety. It consists of flexible electric wires covered with asbestos and wrapped up in a pad or cushion. The poultice is connected by wire to an ordinary electric light switch, and it retains the correct temperature all night. There are three grades of temperature, regulated by a switch, the highest grade being 160 degrees Fabreinheit. The initial cost of the poultice is 305., and it lasts for life. Its running cost is roughly %d. an hour, varying according to the charges of the electric light company. The poultices may be obtained in any size or shape.— Daily Mail.

Not Too Tough.

“We will have beefsteak for tjis piece de resistance tonight.” "Try to get some that won’t offer too much resistance, my dear.”

A Riot.

Eddie—My father put down a disturbance last night. Freddie —Is that right? . • .. . • Eddie—Yes; be ate a Welsh rabbit

GOOD JOKES

DRAMA IN NEW YORK.

He pranced up to the window of the box office. "Gimme ticket to the show.” “Sorry, sir,” responded thejkrbane ticket dispenser. “No ticket^being ■old for this performance.” “Huh?’ ,jr “No tickets sold for this particular performance.” "How’s that?” “This performance is being given for the district attorney. There is, however, a good show across the street.” ’ - . “Been over there,” snapped the man, "and they were playing exclusively to the grand jury. This is a fine town! Where’s them wax works exhibiting nowadays? Maybe I kin git a view of them without intruding on the coroner.” And he pranced out.—Judge.

And Falls Himself.

“Who is the shabby old than sitting at that dilapidated desk in the corner?” asked a visitor to a newspaper office. "Oh, that,” answered the guide, "is Mr. Blobson, who writes Sunday feature articles on how to succeed In life.”

HIT IT RIGHT.

Tom (at the reception)—Why do you think he is nobody in particular? Kitty—Because he tries so hard to took like somebody of .importance.

Too Easy.

One bottle full-, one bottle empty: Like what kins may they be reckoned? That’s quite easy—lt Is Philip, That eld king; "1111 up” the second.

Why Preferred.

Bill —They say Parisians smoke cigarettes made of the leaves of the coffee plant. Many who have tried them prefer them to the tobacco cigarettes. Jill —There’s a reason. Perhaps a man gets more coupons with them.

Hard to Please.

“Willie Wobbles is very hard to please,” said the girl who is artless If not brilliant. “What makes you think so?” “His behavior when he calls on me. Whenever I play the piano he seems to wish I would talk; and whenever I talk he seems to wish I would play thp niann -*

All Expensive.

"He must be making good money.” "What makes you think so?” "He’s supporting three daughters and a phonograph.’!

The Make-Up Pieces.

"Did you ever help put a puzzle together?” "No; my wife always assembles herself alone.”—Judge.

Haw! Haw! Haw!

Love was sitting beside tbe road and laughing till it seemed as if it would split its sides. “Laughing at locksmiths again?” a voice asked.

“Nope. Eugenics,” and Love laid over on its back and roared guffaw after guffaw.

His Only Chance.

“I may as well own up,” said Mr. Chuggins, “I've got speed mania.” “What are you going to do about it? Yon can’t go dashing aronnd at your own pace!” "Not with an automobile. But I'm going to get a job on the police force and ride a motor cycle.”

Popular Month.

Patience —June is a popular month for weddings. Patrice —Yes; but statistics show it’s Just as popular for divorces, I understand.

Good Old Days!

When pterodactyls everywhere Pursued their ways extensive. The meat was flying through the air And very Inexpensive.

Long Deferred.

“Of course you believe that pride go os before a fall?” "I don’t know about that. The world Is full of people who are simply worn out from waiting for some misadventure to overtake a neighbor and prove the truth of this ancient adage.”

Careful.

“I suppose all the women are eras? about you.” said the aviator's friend. ‘‘Yes. but ! don't fall for toy of them." ■ ■

NO WONDER.

Max—What’S wrong, old fellow? You look rather haggard this morning. Dax —Yes; I made a discovery last night that staggered me. Max —You don’t say? What was it? Dax—-A bottle of ten-year-old rye that I didn’t know I had.

Will It Happen Thus?

The ways of politics she notes With an indifferent smile, And barely deigns to say that vote* Have now gone out of style.

Serious Question.

"Where are yon going?” “To the department of agricultare,” replied the city man who has bought a farm. “I want them to settle a dispute between my wife and me about the best way to milk a cow. I think it would be sufficient to tie pillows around the cow’s feet, but my wife insists that the only practical way is to give the cow chloroform.”

A Brave Man.

Lecturer —My friends, what we lack, we men of this generation, is courage. We are shirkers. We run before the storm. Even before our physical ills we quail like children. Voice From the Audience —What would you do, sir, if you were like Job and had a carbuncle on the back of your neck? Lecturer—l’d face It, sir! —Life.

Where Do They Go?

“When I grow up I’ll be a man, won’t I?” said a very small lad, In conversation with his aunt, one day. . "Yes, child. But If you want to bo a man, you must be industrious at sebool, study hard, and loam to behave yourself.” “Why, auntie, do the lazy boys turn out to be women when they grow up?”

Hard Work for a Woman.

“You say this comedienne receives | SI,OOO a week in vaudeville?" “Yes, but not one woman in a thousand envies her.” “Why not?” “Because part of her business Is to. make herself less beautiful than nature intended her to be.”

Romance and Reality.

"What’s become of the young fellow who used to sing ’Love Me and the World Is Mine* to the Jonesby girl next door?” “Oh, that affair is ended- She showed her common sense by marrying a man whb already Owned two desirable corner lots.”

He May Be at That.

8he —Are they happy together? He —Well, he stays in every evening. Bhe—Then they must be. He—But she goes out —Judge.

Easily Accounted For.

Borleigh (at 11:40 p. m.) —I love that dreamy look in your eyes. I have never seen it in any other girl’s. Miss Bright (stifling a yawn)—Perhaps you don’t stay as late with them as you do here.—Boston Evening Transcript.

A Hard Job.

"Why does Blobster wear such a tired look all the time?” j “He’s overworked.” “Nonsense! Blobster never works.” “I mean he’s overworked trying to make sensible people adopt his point of view.”

Her Beauty.

“Isn’t it disgusting, the way she brags abont her beauty?” “Why. I did not hear her say a word about it!” “Didn't she say .she entered a r crowded car last evening and «<’«ery man in it jumped up and offered her his seat?”

Valuable.

"She s a perfect picture.” “Yes, and hand-painted, too.”

How It Happened.

“Have you any employe who talk baseball, horse racing and prize fighting all the time, to the exclusion of business?" “Yes.” “Where did you get him?” "It isn’t a him; It’s a her."

A Denial.

“I hear your husband once uied before the mast.” v. "That isn't so. 1 always insist on him getting a stateroom a* near the middle of the boat as possibles"