Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 71, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 March 1914 — Page 3

WHAT KITTY MEANT

By F. H. SWEET.

As they walked shetoldhercompanien of new plans. That very day she had secured employment In the blanket factory, and would commence work the next morning. Six months before she had come home a broken wreck —her husband recently killed in a drunken brawl, her own life spoiled, as she thought, by the man against whom she had been ‘warned. But now, with renewed health and resolution, she was about to commence life again, to build up from the wreck. Halstead listened quietly until she had finished, then broke out: “You know there ain’t no need for it, Kitty. You know I’ve been waitin’ for you to get strong; so could say the same thing I did before —before you met him. It didn’t seem right to persuade you when you first came, you was so weak an’ tired. But now you’re strong again an’ know your own mind. An’, Kitty”— his voice trembling in spite of his efforts at been waitin’ a good many years. I've never felt to marry anybody else.” Her hand rose impetuously, to stop him. » “But you must think to marry somebody else, Halstead,” she said, earnestly. “You're too good a man to be wasted that way. An’ you must stop thinkin’ of me, for it can’t ever be, after —after what’s gone by. I ain’t much, but I couldn’t be so mean as to harm a man like that. Now,

Halstead, please”—touching his arm as She saw the grim amusement on his sac make me go on feelin’ I’ve ruined your life. There’s Nelly Bocup. She likes you, an —■” Halsted l&ughed-aleud, “No use talkin’ that way, Kitty,” he interrupted. “I want you, an’ if I can’t have you now, I’m willin’ to wait awhile. When it gets too hard 1 shall grab you up an’ run so fast an’ far you won’t be able to get breath to say no.”

“I’m sorry, Halstead.” There were tears in Kitty’s but her voice was firm. “I shan’t ever marry any man to hamper him. It won’t be no use for you to wait and ask me again, ever.”

There was much sickness in the , town that fall—a malignant spotted fever, highly- contagious —and one by one the poorer portions of the town were put under quarantine. Then one evening Halstead helped what he thought to be a drunken man to his home, and the next day the man came down with the fever, and within a week was dead. Within an hour after Halstead heard this he was on his way to the woods for what he said was to be a few days’ hunting. In reality, it was to watch himself. One morning before people had begun to appear on the streets, he staggered to the sidewalk outside the fence of his sister’s home, where Kitty boarded. “Mary, oh, Mary,” he called. Then when his sister appeared at the door. “Don’t come any nearer. You know that empty cabin up by the big rock, where we walk sometimes?” “Yes.” “Well, I wapt you to send some food and water there, soon’s you can. I’ve got the fever. Wait,” raising his voice a little bitterly as she withdrew hurriedly into the house. “There .ain’t a mite of danger this far, not for you nor the children. I won’t go near the cabin till you get the things in, so it’ll be safe. I’ll stay oft in the woods a couple of hours. But please hurry, for I’m beginnin' to lose sense of things."

“Halstead!" it was a quiet but peremptory voice from an upper window. Halstead raised his eyes and tried to fix his mind on what he saw there. “Kitty, Kitty,” he said, dreamily, “that you? Better go in an’ shut the window. Maybe the wind’s blowin’ that way.” -x “Halstead,” the voice said slowly and distinctly, "can you go straight to the cabin by yourself?” indignantly, “straight’s an arrow. But I’ll wait two hours.” “No,” peremptorily, “you must go at once, straight. I will see about the food and everything else. I’ll have a doctor there almost as soon as you are. An’ I’ll have a nurse. I’d make you come in here, but there’s your sister and her children, an’ there's children in both the next houses. So maybe it wouldn’t be best. No go, straight, straight to the cabin.” Halstead raised his hand to his forehead undecidedly. But the voice bad been clear and incisive, and just now it was easier for him to obey than to think. So he nodded vaguely and staggered up the sidewalk. Kitty watched him anxiously until she realized. that, in spite of his wavering steps, he was heading toward the cabin. Then she hurried downstairs. Mary met her at the foot. “What do you mean, Kitty?” she began, wildly; “you’re not going up there to him, an’ then come back to me an’ the children? Most everybody’s died of the fever so far.” “That’s all right, Mary," answered Kitty soothingly. “I’m not cornin’ back. You wouldn’t have Halstead be without a nurse, would you?” “But everybody dies most, an* you’ll sure take it,” remonstrated Mary hysterically. Halstead did not die, but it was more than three months before he was able to leave his bed and totter across the cabin floor to a seat in the doorway. There he sat for a long

time; gasping for breath and gazing moodily at the distant mountain tops. Kitty came to him there after she had arranged his bed and tidied the room. "Doesn’t it look good, Halstead?” she said. ■ He did not answer at once, but presently turned to her with a dreary smile. # "I—l don’t know as It does, Kitty,” he replied. "Ypu heard the doctor tell me it would likely be six months before I would begin to do any work, an’ that my eyes an’ bearin’ wouldn’t ever be quite so good again. That’s just the same as if . I was gettin’ to be an old man.” He was silent for some minutes, then added: “An’ that ain’t all, Kitty. It’ll take every cent I’ve got to pay the doctor. You see, before you came, I never saved anything. I didn’t feel any need. What I got I spent to help Mary an’ the children. I’ve only been puttin’ by the few months you was here, before I was sick. What Is it?” for she was now standing by his side, her hand upon his shoulder, smiling down into his face. “Will you marry me. Halstead?” He gazed at her stupidly for a moment then his lips began to quiver. “Don’t Kitty,” was all he said. “But I mean it, Halstead,” earnestly. “I said I would never marry a man to hamper him, but I’m strong an’ well now. an’ you’re weak, an’ the doctor says I can get all 'the work. I want nursin’. I can be makin’ money while you’re getting strong, an’,” lowering her voice a little, “I believe I’ve always loved you, Halstead, always. That—that other was only a crazy spell. , Why, Halstead!” her voice suddenly catching and then breaking into a sob. * For the tears were streaming down Halstead's face nowy But he held out his arms.

ENGLISH NEEDS A STRAINER

George Fitch Wonders Which Dialect of the Country Is Nearest Correct.

The announcement that a society has been organized, in England for the purpose of disinterring the English language from the English pronunciation will be hailed with deep delight by Americans. This society means much to us. For generations Americans have been accused of shocking crimes against the English language. According to Englishmen, who get more indignant over this crime than almost any other except that of beating England in athletics, we have racked, maimed, twisted, butchered and unjointed their peerless tongue beyond recognition. We have admitted this with sorrow, but when it came to reform we have been helpless. Which one of the 79 dialects and Engllsh spoken in England have we defaced? Has it been Cornish, Yorkshire, Cockney or society English? Has it been Oxford English, Liverpool English, or stage English? Has it been the English which makes “d’s”.out of all the “n’s” or the English which transplants “h’s?” Has it been the English which uses “brekker” for breakfast, or thpt peculiar brand which substitutes “nycher” for nature, "audjlns” for audience, and which says “tup-pence-haypenny” as confidently as if ft were spelled that way? All of this uncertainty has baffled conscientious Americans. In fact, it has puzzled us to the point of paralysis. But now that Robert Bridges, the new poet laureate, who seems disposed to do something more humane than anniversary verse, has headed an expedition for the selection of a real English tongue, we may take hope. There could be no real objection to talking pure English in this country if the English would only agree among themselves upon the test George Fitch In Collier’s Weekly.

It Was Possible.

A Vermont man recently visited his brother, the owner of a ranch in one of the arid regions of the west. As the guest was shown .over the place, the owner told him of the difficulties and obstacles that had been overcome in making the desert bloom, and he also touched upon his plans for the future.

"You amaze me, Bill,” said the visitor. “Is it possible to make a living on such land as this and in such a climate?” “It sure is. I have had a good deal more than a mere living.” “I am glad to hear that, for you must have laid by something for a rainy day.”

The owner smiled. “I’ve done better than that,” he explained. “With the help of an occasional rainy day, I have contrived to lay by something for the dry days.”—Lippincott's.

Gave Liberally to Education.

Henry W. Sage, an eminent philanthropist, was born 100 years ago in Middletown, Conn. At the age of twenty he<<went to Ithaca, N. Y., and engaged in the mercantile business with an uncle. In 1854 he became interested in the lumber regions of Canada and the west. He bought extensive tracts of land, erected the largest sawmill in Michigan, and accumulated a large fortune as a lumber merchant. Some years later he returned to Ithaca, where he took an active Interest in the affairs of Cornell university. He established the Sage College for Women, and hts other benefactions to the university amounted to more than 11,000,000. He also endowed a lectureship at Yala college and founded a public library tn West Bay City, Mich. Mr. Sage was a trustee of Cornell university from 1870 until his death in 1897.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

Jacques Suzzanne, scientist, northland traveler and artist, with some of the 40 Eskimo dogs that are going to make a dash with him early this spring for the barren lands in the arctic regions, going overland most of the way. At Woodside, Long Island, where this photograph was made, he has established training quarters where men anxious to accompany him on his perilous journey receive instructions in polar region exploration. Mr. Suzzanne is a native of Trouville, France, where he was born thirty-three years ago. , He took the degree of Master of Arts at college. The projected expedition is more for the purpose of obtaining exact reproductions of the wild and rugged life of the north than for discovery or exploration, and for this reason he will take along with him his painting outfit.

SURE DEATH TESTS

Easy Ways to Know When Life

Has Fled.

Simple Methods That Will Prevent Possibility of Premature Burial — Injection of Fluorescein Only Unfailing Plan.

New York. —When the doctor pronounces the patient dead, is he sure? And if not, wljgt tests can remove all doubt? These questions, though not often spoken are probably present in the minds of friends and relatives at every death bed. As death is the worst of all disasters and no mistake could be more awful than premature burial, it is not merely interesting but important for people to know' what tests are conclusive and what are not. When the breathing stops and no sound of heart beat or pulse can be detected, there is little doubt of death. But the little doubt is in itself so dreadful that these common signs are not enough. If the body grows slowly but steadily cool the doubt is lessened, but by no means re mo ved. Nor isi t a sign of life if. after dropping, the temperature suddenly rises again. The placing of a mirror in front of the mouth and nostrils is a well known test. The theory is that even the faintest breath will dim thi mirror. This test is not only worthless, but likely to cause false hopes. Gases generated in the body very frequently issue from the mouth and form a mist upon the mirror. <

Steel needles are sometimes thrust into the muscles for a period of an hour and then examined. If the person is alive the oxygen, of the blood should rust the needle; if dead it should not. This test in actual practice is unreliable, and no faith can be placed in it. Another cause of false hopes is the custom of placing a glass of water filled to the edge on the breast. The slightest movement of the lungs will cause a drop to spill. This, too, is valueless, because after death there are Invariably certain movements „of the muscles known as “cadaveric spasms,” which are frequent enough to spill the water. '♦ Probably one of the most infallible tests is the opening pf an artery. In life the arteries are full of blood under pressure. In death the arteries drain into the veins. This is a very fortunate fact, as it prevents the undertaker from making any mistake. The embalming fluid is injected by opening an artery. Should blood flow he knows that life still persists and is warned in time.

Cutting the skin to see if blood will flow from' the veins proves nothing, as it often flows as late as three days after death. The X-ray, when it is available, provides an excellent proof of death. A photograph of a live being shows the heart with a blurred outline. This is caused by even the faintest movements of the organ. An X-ray exposure of a dead person reveals the heart clear cut and sharp.

There are numberless so-called tests of the eye—its shrinkage in size, the dimming and fogging of the transparent part and other signs. These signs are not sufficient proof, nor is the test of flashing a bright light in the eye to see if the/pupil contracts. Even atropine dropped on the eyeball brings no evidence. It has been proved that the drug will dilate the eye some time after death. Many persons think electricity applied in the form of shocks is a test It Is of no avail, as the muscles usually respond to the current for three hours or more after death. _

PREPARING FOR DASH INTO POLAR REGIONS

Proof beyond question is supplied when the stiffening known as “rigor mortis” sets in. Hysteria, catalepsy and other states often simulate that stiffness. Rigor mortis in one part of the body, usually the muscles of the throat, and gradually extends throughout the body, while the various living forms of muscle stiffening come on Instantly and belong to all the muscles. The so-called “diaphanous” test is unreliable. If you hold your hand dose to a candle or other bright light the fingers show a certain rosy translucency, the hones appearing as dim shadows. After death the fingers usually become as opaque as if made of marble. But exceptions are frequent enough to make the test worthless. A harmless but very powerful dye called fluorescein will settle all doubts very quickly. If a hypodermic syringe is used to inject a little of this dye under the skin it has no result on a dead person. But if this be done to one in whom there is the slightest trace of circulation there follows at once an unmistakable and startling result The entire skin becomes a golden yellow and the whites of the eyes turn an emerald green. The effects pass away soon after the pulse and breathing are restored. This and the test of opening an artery are probably the only infallible death tests.

EULALIE GIVES PARIS A JOLT

Infanta of Spain Visit* Highly-Spiced Vaudeville in Pari* and Smokes Cigarettes.

Pari*. —The Infanta Eulalie, aunt of King Alfonso of Spain, is defying the conventionality which usually surrounds the presence of women of royalty In Paris. The Infanta recently learned from a member of her suite that a highly

Infanta Eulalie of Spain.

spiced Parisian vaudeville entertainment Included an operetta the scene of which was laid in Spain and Biarritz, a resort which she frequented often. She Immediately engaged three stage boxes for that evening.

stages boxes for that evening, and with a party of friends enjoyed herself to the utmost.

The audiehce quickly recognized the royal guest, and derived great amuse-

ment from the fact that the king’s aunt smoked throughout the performance, seated conspicuously in the front of one of the boxes. She lighted cigarette after cigarette, laughed heartily and commended loudly each phase of the production.

In the last act one of the most popular Parisian comedians', dressed in the familiar captain general’s uniform, and with features made up to resemble those of Kipg Alfonso, appeared in a box directly opposite the infanta. The likeness to her nephew was so excellent that the king’s aunt could hardly control her laughter.

FIND NO VENUSES ON ISLAND

Romantic Tale of Lovely Maiden* In South Seas Rudely Shattered by Returning Mariners.

San Francisco. —Let nobody looking for a native wife and an easy life in the South seas go to Easier island. This is the advJce of seven prosaic seafarers, the last',of the castaway crew of the abandoned schooner Eldorado, who have arrived here with a plain tale that puts to the blush all the adornments of fancy printed since Captain Benson, master »of the Eldorado, brought word how he had left the better part of his crew on the island because the delights of life there had weaned them from all desire for civilization.

With one voice the seven proclaimed that they were not married, either by native or any other rites; that nothing could have Induced them to marry any Easter islander they ever set eyes on, and that the only reason they did not leave earlier was that they hi>d a prudent regard for their lives and believed they were sure to be picked up by a passing vessel if they stayed where they were, whereas they ran a good chance to be drowned in a long voyage in an open boat. ——

The women of Easter island, they said, were numerous, willing, ugly and dirty.

The castaways were picked up by the British steamer Knight of the Garter, after five and a half months -on the island and taken to Australia. There is now, they said, but one white man on the island, the British governor, who treated them with great consideration.

HAS ‘LAND LIGHTHOUSE’ PLAN

President Wilson’s Cousin Believes It Will Benefit Motorists in , United States.

London. —John Wilson/ president of the American Automobile association, a cousin of President Wilson, sailed for New York. He said he has made a discovery which he believes will be of the greatest benefit to automobilists in the United States. It consists of a “land lighthouse” in the shape of an acetylene lamp arranged on the same principle as light buoys at sea. The lamp gives 70 flashes a minute. It costs >7.50 a year and will last that time without recharging. One of them is now in use at a dangerous crossing* in England. Mr. Wilson feels that it will be invaluable to motorists in the United States because nobody, unless he is stupefied by drink, can fail to see the warning flashes.

Lecture is Made Popular.

Chicago.—To induce 1,000 employes of the elevated lines in Chicago to attend a lecture "on safety, the railroad company staged an expensive vaudet vllle show before and after the lecture.

Girls Risk Lives to Save Dogs.

Chicago.—Miss Bertha Silver and Miss Rose Solkin risked their lives by entering a burni- ; building to rescue their two pet dogs imprisoned in a third floor room.

STORIES of CAMP and WAR

HOT FIGHTING AT NEW BERNE

Graphic Account of Battle Given by Member*of Fifty-First New York —Had One Leg Amputated.

My regiment, the Fifty-first New York, went to the war on October 29, 1861. About ten o’clock a. m. we left our headquarters at the Old Palace gardens, Fourteenth street and Seventh avenue. We marched down Broadway to the Battery to the tune of “The Girl J Left Behind Me,” :en drummers ahead and a brass band. I felt proud that day, writes Arthur Gale, Fifty-first New York, Second brigade,. Second .division, Ninth corpse. Bedford, N. Y„ in the National Tribune. Some one on the sidewalk would sing out: “Here comes the Fif-ty-first New York.” At the Battery we went aboard the boat for New Berne, N. C. During the fight at that place March 14, 1862, my regiment was formed in line of battle. The loud whistling of the bullets came through the woods. Early that morning our orderly told us to shoot off our guns and reload, as it had rained the night before and a number of guns would not go off well. That was my fix. I said to Orderly Smith: “I can’t get my gun to go off.” He said that he could not help me, and told me to pick one up in the battle. I began to see men falling. The dirt in front of me was plowed up by rifle balls. Our little Orderly Smith was shot dead. Fear soon left me while I was loading and firing. 1 saw one of my comrades lying on the ground He did not move, and I ran to him. 1 got down on my knees as I was locking for the bullet hole. I felt a tug aLtny shoulder and, looking up, saw it was our chaplain, Benton. He said to me: "Young man, attend to your duty; I will attend to this man.” I began loading and firing as fast as I could, and heard a loud blast of the bugle. Our captain sang out: "Charge bayonets!” Our chaplain, Benton, was killed in the charge. As we reached the breastworks the rebels broke and ran. I climbed on top of the breastworks and jumped over to the other side. Dead and dying rebels were lying all around. A dying rebel turned his eyes toward me. I stopped and saw his lipa move, but no sound came from them. I put my ear to his mouth and he whispered: “Water.” I gave him a drink out of my canteen, and put a blanket under his head and left him. My first battle was Roanoke then New Berne, Second Bull Run, Chantilly and South Mountain. At South Mountain I was wounded in the leg, which rendered amputation necessary. When I was shot two of my comrades, neighbors of mine in the old village of Bedford, Westchester county, carried me off and laid me on the grass, where I lay all night. These two comrades’ names were Ezra and John Miller. Three days after Ezra was shot at Antietam, and he went home and died of his wound.

Most Ancient Royal Family.

Were all the rulers of the world to meet on neutral ground—say Switzerland—and tpbe marshaled in precedence. the veteran Emperor Franz Josef of Austria would take rank before all the crowned heads, according to the London Chronicle. Not merely On account of his age or because his reign of sixty-five years is longer than those of other living monarchs,, but because he Is the head of the oldest reigning house in Christendom. More than half a century before the Norman conquest the counts of Habichtsburg (“Hawks castle”) held their fortress, which overhung the Aar, and were a power in what is now Switzerland. Election to the purple and diadem of the holy Roman , empire came a century or so later, and in unbroken succession the Emperor Franz Josef traces his descent back to those simple Swiss counts.

Brutality in British Army.

It would have needed a very alluring form of advertisement indeed to attract men to the English army a hundred years ago. Writing of that period, a writer says: "Flogging was almost universal. The maximum number of lashes were gradually reduced from 1,500 to 300; but the notion that discipline could not be maintained without summary punishment continued to be believed, and Wellington himself dealt with flagrant cases by hanging the culprits upon trees in the public roads. One result was that only men belonging to the longest classes would join the army.” In 1771 a sentinel in the guards was flogged in St. James’ park so severely that he subsequently died raving mad. His offense consisted in saying that "there was no more encouragement for a good soldier than for a bad one."

Too Much Uplift

“This uplift gets my goat-” “How now?" “The world is getting too uplifted. Went to a party the other night. Instead of playing kissing games they sat around and discussed ethical que» Hons.”

Two Meanings.

He (in a rage)—That man is the biggest fool in the world. His Wife < (comforting)—Henry, Henry, you are forgetting yourself!— Woman’s Home Companion.