Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 84, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 April 1914 — Page 3

AN INCURABLE CASE

By IZOLA FORRESTER.

“I should humor him until the crisis is past, Miss Powell. In these typhoid cases, we find some peculiar manifestations as the patient loses strength. He is totally unconscious of who you are, and merely connects you with thia other mental picture. ’ You understand?”

“Yes, doctor,” returned Beth, obediently. She stood by the cot after the door had closed, looking down at the patient. He had been brought in the week before from one of the large hotels. She understood that he seemed well supplied with money. His doctor had engaged a private room and nurses. She was the night nurse. It was her first y&ar of active service. Up home in Oregon they had taken it as a sort of joke when Beth, joyous, outdoor-loving Beth, decided to leave her garden and books and mountain life and go down to San Francisco to enter the hospital. “Beth’s never been just like the rest of us, though,” Margaret had declared. “She’s been like Joan of Arc, don’t you know, seeing visions in her garden. Now Vai and Dot and I never think of hospitals or troubles of other people. Lordy, haven’t we enough of our own to worry over. But Beth’s been bandaging her dolls ever since I can remember, and putting ice bags oh their poor little heads. It’s too bad because a girl loses all her chanced going ’way oft like that.” “Chances of what?” Vai had asked, interestedly. Vai was fifteen, and curious over the vital issues of life. “I think Beth’s wonderful.” “Lots of good it wljl do her shut up in a hospital. The very best they ever do is to marry a doctor,” said Margaret vaguely. Yet Beth had gone down to the hospital for her years of training. That summer she had had her first long visit back home, but when the first tang of coolness came in the fall air, it had called her back to the long white wards, and the duty that was her life. Her second case was the typhoid ' one, and it bothered her. She had never before lost her professional grip on heffeelf, but there was something about this brown-haired boy lying back on the pillows, his voice pleading with her all through the long hours of the night, that had stirred an unsuspected .force lying dormant in her nature. ? V He was about twenty-six, with face and body that told of clean, right living. Sometimes he called her Carol, sometimes his mother. At first she had tried to quiet him, to turn his mind on something else, when he would beg pitifully for her to stroke his head for him, to slip her cool palm under his cheek so that he could rest. Then he would lay it across his lips, and kiss it. It was all very disconcerting when one was alone, and the hours stole by slowly. • The doctor had told her he had wired for his mother from the East, and she would arrive any time. She wondered if “Carol” would come with her, if she had a right to come. Oddly enough, she began to resent the idea. But<,the days passed and no one came for the patient in 12-6. The day nurse was an old-timer, cheerful and thoroughly used to habits and customs of typhoid cases. “My goodness, they all make love to you sooner or later,” she laughed, when Berth asked her rather shyly if the patient acted strangely in the daytime. “I’ve had more proposals from my typhoids than any others. It seems to be part of the disease, their falling in love with their nurses.”

“Oh, but it isn’t with me. He only takes me for somebody else,” said Beth, hastily. “He calls me by a girl’s name.”

"He’ll call you by your own before he’s Bitting up, my dear. About three weeks clears the brain, and they never remember who they loved before. Do you like him?” Beth flushed hotly, resentfully, and the day nurse laughed. "Oh, you needn’t tell me if you don’t want to. I always enjoyed my typhoid cases my first year or two. He does seem a pretty, well-built youngster, and he talks well, too. Doctor says his name is Randall Sears, and he’s from Pittsburgh.” The third week the doctor said they had heard from bls mother, and she had been abroad. Beth thought of her a good deal the night of the crisis. He had sunk into a stupor, breathing slowly and tlredly. His forehead was cold and damp. She befit over him after the doctor had made his rounds and laid her hand on his head, but he did not stir. And a strange thing happened in 12-6 through the weary hours before the gray dawn showed under the window shade. Beth knelt beside her patient, praying over him, talking to him. pleading him to fight against the gray mist that was closing in around him, begging him to hear and to fight, fight, fight for life. She did not care then what he called her, his mother,. or Carol, or any name, just so long as he listened and heard her, and it gave him strength. Several times she fancied she felt a pressure from the fingers she held in hers, but when he looked at her, his eyes seemed to have lost their brilliancy, and he did not rave any more, only slipped back into the sleep that seemed the last. It was after four when the doctor came in. He smiled at sight of the night nurse. She was on the chair beside the cot, her hands holding the patient’s against her own warm gUw-

Ing face as if she would have given him some of her strength" sb. “Better, nurse?*’ "Yes. He’s all right, I think. Isn’t he sleeping normally now?” The doctor nodded. “His mother’s downstairs. She can’t come up, but she won’t go away. You’d better go. down and calm her. Tell her he’s out of danger now, but can’t be seen for a day or two.” < She was the only person id the re ception room. Plurqp and rather tall with beautiful gray hair curling around her fresh young face, and ‘eyes just like the patient’s upstairs. Beth caught her breath as they looked at her be seechingly. “You’re Randall’s nurse, the doctor tells me. My dear, is he really better?” “Oh, very much. The crisis is past and he is sleeping normally for the first time, so you see how dangerous and unwise it would be to waken or startle hint. And he thinks you were with him anyway.” She took the hands outstretched towards her, and went on pluckily. '“All through the nights he has called me ‘mother,’ and ‘Carol.’ ” “‘Carol?’” repeated Mrs. Sears. “He doesn’t know anybody named that, I’m sure. ‘Carol.’ I don’t understand at all.”

Beth went back feeling comforted some way. Even his own mother didn’t know who Carol was. She began to feel that Carol was a distinct interloper in the family, and as if she herself were a part of it. The next weeks passed swiftly. As soon as Randall was convalescent, his mother took him to the mountains, and Beth went with them as nurse. Mrs. Sears said she would feel safer to have her near for fear ot a relapse, as Randall had acted weak just as soon as he had been told he was to leave the hospital.

And the spring days stretched into June. Beth, who had been born a mountain girl, enjoyed every moment of her freedom. It was part of her patient’s daily regime, the long walks, the horseback rides, the games of tennis, and sleeping out of doors. For nearly three months they had seen each other constantly day after day, and when she spoke of leaving to go back to the hospital, he threatened a relapse. “Why don’t you let yourself be frank with me, nurse,” he said one day, as they rode slowly toward the lodge. “You know I’ll let you go now.” “It’s only a part of the typhoid (symptoms,” laughed Beth. “Do you know that all through your deliriund you made fdantic love to me, not exactly to me, either. To —Carol.” It was out at last, snd she felt’ better. But over Randall’s face there spread first a look of bewilderment, and then he laughed. “Did I call you Carol? It was surely delirium. Now listen, dear, and be fair. I’ve been an everlasting chump. Dad left me money with mother as trustee, and she’s been too good to me. I’ve been writing a play, and called it ‘Carol.’ It’s a pack of nonsense, too, and I fired it before I came down sick. But I suppose the thing ran through my brain.” “But you kissed my hand, and wanted me to —” Beth hesitated. “To what?” “Smooth your hair, and hold your hands, and —and when you were near the crisis, I had to kneel beside you all night, because you wouldn’t let go of my hands.” “* .' “Great Scott,” gasped Randall, “and I had all of that and didn’t know it. Beth, get off that pony, just for a minute. I’ve got to talk to you, I’ve simply got to. If you don’t stop, I’ll have a relapse.” “I didn’t know this was an incurable case," laughed Beth, reining up, and slipping from her saddle into his After a minute, Randall answered: “It’s chronTc, nurse."” (Copyright, , 1914, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

COMES TO US FROM INDIA

Word “Bungalow,” Now In Such General Use, Originally Meant a Thatched Hut.

The word bungalow is an Anglo-In-dian version of the Hindi bkngla, which primarily means Bengali, or of Bengal, and is only applied to a thatched hut, says Country Life in America. It may be worth while to explain how this trivial and merely local name came to be fixed on the Englishman’s house in India. Early residents there engaged in military, administrative or trading duties lived a nomadic life for the greater part of the year in tents. Apd since there was nothing in the indigenous buildings of Bengal suited to their requirements their first dwelling houses, designed by themselves and built of materials at site, were naturally planned on the model of the Indian service tents to which they were accustomed —that is, a large and lofty room surrounded by double walls of canvas inclosing space between them, with partitions of two or more corners for bath or store rooms. It is probable, indeed, that in the beginning the tent itself was occasionally covered with the sun proof thatch or bangla. The nanfte and the thatch were all that were taken, and now the origin of the name is forgotten even by most Indians, who accept the resonant, trisyllabic bungalow as the Englishman’s own name for his own peculiar house.

Woman’s Caustic Critic.

The most caustic critic of women’s styles is the man who wears a checkered vest and a green hat with the bow and feather bek.'rd.- -New Or leans Picayuiia. -

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER. IND.

UNCLE SAM GETS WONDERFUL BUTTERFLIES

William Schaus of New York has presented to the National museum at Washington one of the finest and most complete collections of butterflies and moths in the world, to the making of which he has devoted many years. In the illustratiqn, Mrs. J.-C. Crawford, wife, of the assistant curator, is seen arranging some of the 200,000 specimens, and behind her is one of the butterflies which measures ll.inches from tip to tip of his wings.

DREAM OF CENTURIES IS REALIZED AT GAMBOA WHEN DAM IS BROKEN

Free Waterway Across the Isthmus Created When President Wilson Touched Button—Possibilities Were Seen by Balboa—Story of the Panama Canal and of French y and American Engineering.

New York.—For more than 400 years tne vision of a canal across the Isthmus of Panama has fired the imagination of the world, Frank Parker Stockridge writes in Popular Mechanics. The vision became a reality on October 10, 1913, when President Woodrow Wilson in the White House at Washington pressed a button which sent the electric current 2,000 miles to explode 40 tons of dynamite which blew up the last barrier to a free waterway across the isthmus. "Gamboa’s busted!” exclaimed the president as he pressed the telegraph key. The casualness of his remark was a tribute to the engineers of the United Statee army, to whom the digging of the canal has been simply “another job” in the routine of their regular work and one that called for no brass bands or special ceremonies to glorify it. With the same simplicity the first vessel to pass through the famous Culebra cut, after the breaking of the Gamboa dike had let in the water, was an ordinary rowboat, while a humble but useful tugboat was the first craft of any kind to make the passage through the great Gatun locks. While the work at Panama is still far from completed, yet the canal which the first Spanish explorers visualized is today an accomplished fact. On September 25, 1543, Vasco Nunez de Balboa climbed the peaks of the continental divide and discovered the Pacific ocean, which he named “the South sea.” From where Balboa stood bis new ocean lay directly south, because of the S-shaped twist of the isthmus, which brings the Pacific entrance to the canal not only southward but eastward of the Atlantic terminal. When Balboa’s report of his discovery reached Spain, it was accompanied by the recommendation that a canal be immediately dug across the isthmus. What the explorer had in mind was a sea-level canal, for, although Leonardo da Vinci, the great Italian

First Boat Through After Gamboa Dike Was Blasted.

painter-englneer, had recently invented the hydraulic lock, now generally used for lifting vessels over elevations, It had not become widely known. The discovery of gold in California in 1848 was followed by a tremendous volume of traffic between the Atlantic and Pacific coasts, and for fifteen

years practically all of this traffic was by way of the isthmus over the Panama railroad, opened in 1855 by Americans under a concession from the republic of New Granada, now known as Colombia. The explorations and surveys for the railroad, a work that is said to have cost the life of a man for every tie, led to a much more accurate knowledge of the topography

First View of Canal Since Blowing Up of Gamboa Dike.

_ and geology of the isthmus than had previously been available. President Grant in 1869 asked congress to take up the matter of a canal. The only action was a resolution providing for an exploration by officers of the navy and the creation of a commission in 1872 to consider their reports. Then in May, 1876, the republic of Colombia granted a concession for the construction of a canal from Colon to Panama, the terminals of the Panama railroad, to Lieut. Lucien Napoleon Bonaparte Wyse, an officer of the French army. In 1894 a new French company was organized and work was resumed. In 1899 the United. States congress created the Isthmian canal commission to examine all practicable routes and to- report which was the most practicable and feasible for a canal “under the control, management* and ownership of the United States.’’ The commission reported two alternative plans, one for a canal at Panama and the other across Nicaragua. It estimated the cost of a Panama canal at $156,378,258 and of the Nicaragua canal at 3200,540,000. But because the route from New York to San Francisco would be several hundred miles shorter by way of Nicaragua, and considering existing French concessions in Panama, the commission gave it as its belief that the Nicaragua rofite was more desirable undet the circumstances. The effect of this report was to induce the French Panama company to offer its concession to the United States for $40,000,000 in January, 1902. The isthmian canal commission advised tha purchase and congress authorized the president to buy all the property of the Panama company, including a majority of the stock of the Panama Railroad company, and to obtain from Colombia perpetual control of a strip of land six miles wide, through which to build the canal. Colombia refused to grant this control, but in November, 1903, ten months later, the state of Panama declared itself independent. Within a month a treaty had been negotiated with the new republic hy which the United States was given control of a strip of land ten miles wide for the purpose of a canal. The French com-

pant’s property was bought and tn February, 1904, a commission for tbs construction of a canal was appointed. In May of that year work was begun where the French company had abandoned it In June, 1905, a board of consulting engineers was appointed to consider whether the canal should be at sea level or with elevating locks. The canal Itself, from deep water to deep water, ie 50 miles long. Its general direction from the Atlantic entrance to the Pacific end is from northwest to southeast, the northern terminal being about 22% miles farther west than the southern entrance from the Pacific. The first seven miles of the canal beginning at the Atlantic end are at sea level. Five miles of channel, 500 feet wide, have been

Blowing Up of Gamboa Dike.

dredged to a depth of 41 feet directly south through Limon bay, and two miles of this sea-level section has been cut through low-lying land to the entrance to the Gatun locks, where the ships are raised, in three steps, to a height of 85 feet above sea level, into the great body of fresh water called Gatun lake.

SLAYER HID IN BIG PRISON

Man Wanted for Murder Allowed Himself to Be Caught in Burglary to Escape Search.

Sacramento. —A country-wide search, covering almost three years, for Otto Shaumberg, the notorious “key burglar” of St. Louis and alleged murderer of Detective James Arnold of East St. Louis, has ended in a cell at San Quentin prison. Shaumberg was identified by William J. Mulconnery, sheriff of Le Claire county, Illinois. The police of every city in the United States have been on the watch for Shaumberg and SSOO reward for his capture is authorized by Le Claire county.

Shaumberg was betrayed by his cellmate at San Quentin, to whom be narrated the story of his criminal operations, in St Louis and East St Ixiuis. Sheriff Mulconnery was notified and extradition papers were signed by Governor Dunn of Illinois and filed with Governor Johnson two months ago.

Sheriff Mulconnery recently came to the Pacific coast to get a prisoner at McNeil’s Island penitentiary and stopped over at San Quentin to identify Shaumberg, whom he had seen about East St. Louis. 1 “Hello, Otto,” Mulconnery said, and offered his hand to the convict

“My name’s not Otto,” Shaumberg replied, and he pulled back his hand. “I never was back there, and I don’t know you,” he added. “Back where?” queried Mulconnery. “Back where you come from,” Shaumberg replied, and then wilted down when Mulconnery accused him of the murder.

Shaumberg told his cellmate that after he had murdered Detective Arnold he hurried to the Pacific coast and permitted himself to be captured in the act of committing a burglary at Santa Cruz, Cal. He pleaded guilty under the name of Ray C. Jones and was sentenced to serve two years in prison. Shaumberg told his fellow convict he thought he would be safer in prison while a search for him was on than roaming around the country.

ROYAL FLUSH BRINGS DEATH

New Orleans Man Believed Blain by Man He Beat In Poker x Game.. New Orleans. —With his head and the upper part of his body filled with buckshot, Capt. William Collier was found dead in his hermit’s lodge. He was seated at a table and clutched in one hand was a “royal flush.’’ Opposite Hlu was a “full house.” He had beer playing poker and was evidently assassinated by the loser. The police are seeking his opponent in the game, believed to be a sugar planter.

Prohibits Button-Up Back Dresses.

Providence, R. I. —A bill prohibiting women from wearing dresses that button up the back has been introduced in the legislature. It would make offenders serve six months at hard labor in the kitchen.

Mayor Balks at Pay.

Mendota, Ill.—Because his pay haa been fixed at 16 cents a day, Mayor Charles Rogen goes on strike. Ha wants S3OO a year.

SALADS WORTH WHILE

•OME OF THE OLD FAVORITES AND SOME THAT ARE NEW. In Imitation of a Pond Lily Is an Cmcellent Method of Serving—With Veal and Feas—Recipe for Proper Dressing.

Pond Lily Salad —Six hard-boiled eggs, cool, remove shell with a sharp knife (pointed), cut around see-saw fashion in middle of eggs, then break egg apart gently; with a fork scrape the yellow part to make It mealy or soft and cut a slice off end of egg to make it stand pat; spread on'lettuce leaves (small ones for cups) and drop a little mayonnaise into lettuce. Then peel six or eight radishes in points, turn back half-way and you hive very pretty pond lily buds, and if you have followe’d out cutting directions the eggs make a good imitation of pond lilies, a delight to the eye, and An egg relish to the stomach. If serve on a looking glass platter mounted on four brass or silver pegs the salad reflects in the glass like water.

Salmon and Egg Salad —Have ready on plates nice, crisp lettuce and one can of salmon, with hard-boiled egg sliced and arranged on .platter, and serve with dressing. Salad of ..Veal and Peas —One-half pound of cold veal cut In tiny dice and one pint of small green peas (canned may be used); mix with French dressing and chill; when ready to serve, put by spoonfuls into cups of crisp lettuce leaves; pour over it more French dressing, to which has been added a little green mint, mustard and a dash of celery salt.

Tailor-Made Salad —To one cup of cooked and strained tomato add one and one-half teaspoons of pink gelatin. Season with salt; cool in individual molds; set on ice to harden. Mash a ten-cent cream cheese with half a cup of English walnuts blanched by pouring hot water over them and rubbing off the brown skin, the nuts to be chopped with the celery; roll Into - balls the size of a walnut; arrange the molded tomatoes and cheese balls on a glass dish; with a good cutter grind some pistachio nut meats, sprinkle them over the tomato and cheese, arrange sprigs of parsley around the edge of the dish and sprinkle over this the finely crumbled yolk of an egg to give a goldenrod effect ; put on the top of each piece of tomato and on the cheese balls onehalf teaspoon of salad dressing. Salad Dressing—Yolks of three eggs, well beaten, one tablespoon mustard, a bit of pepper, one-half cup of vinegar, one tablespoon butter, small teaspoon of flour; stir all well together, put in a double boiler, set on the gas to thicken; when cool add the whites of three eggs, beaten stiff, and Ona cup of milk. *

English Batter Pudding.

This goes with gooseberries and is made as follows: Pour a pint of milk over a slice of bread, crumbled, stir ten even tablespoons of flour in, add the yolks of four eggs, one-half teaspoon of salt, and finally the whites of four eggs which have been beaten to a stiff froth. Beat this batter carefully and stir in a quart of gooseberries. Put the pudding into a greased mold, or tie it up in thick cloth\ which has been thoroughly greased and floured. Boil two hours. Serve with English brandy sauce, or old-fashioned hard sauce.

Coal Economies.

To make coal last longer, dissolve a small handful of washing soda in a pail of warm water. Sprinkle this over the coal, using a watering can. - Coal dust mixed with clay makes excellent fireballs. Chalk mixed with coal gives out an intense heat. Lay some pieces at the back of your stove. They soon glow red and keep hot for a long time. For a few pennies at a builder’s enough chalk could be purchased to last two or three months.

Date Sticks.

Date sticks are good for occasional munching. Make them in this way: Beat the whites of fonr eggs stiff. Add two cupfuls of granulated sugar, half a cupful of dates, stoned and cut in small pieces, and half a cupful of blanched almonds. Add half a teaspoonful of vanilla. Pour in a sheet in a shallow, buttered tin, and bake for three-quarters of an hour in a very slow oven. Take from the oven and when the cake is nearly cool cut it in long, inch-wide strips.

Fried Oysters, Southern Style.

Beat yolks of three eggs with three tablespoonfuls of olive oil and season with salt and cayenne; beat thoroughly. Dry 12 fat oysters on a napkin, dip them in the egg batter, then in cracker crumbs. Shake off the loose cracker crumbs, dip again in the egg batter, and lastly roll them in fine bread crumbs. Fry in very hot fat. using enough fat to cover them. The oil gives them a delicious flavor. Serve with spiced peaches.

Codfish Wriggle.

Pick up a cup of codfish, place in saucepan with enough cold water to cover, let come to boiling point; drain and cover with cold water again; turn off as before. Thicken a pint of milk as for cream toast, seasoning well with pepper, salt and butter; now add thefish and half a can of peas and let all boll np. Have ready some nicely browned French fried potatoes and turn the cream, fish, etc., over then