Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 154, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 July 1914 — Page 2

RICH MAN'S PEARL

By J. S. WOODHOUSE.

Like a golden link to bind in happy xmlaon the democratic and aristocratic extremes of the social chain, the little one-story yellow cottage of Magnus Hertz occupied a geographically harmonious position between .the minor ’TMnd major keys of a thriving municipal life. \ From under this modest little roof a man—because of his broad shoulders, his long, lank body, and his sinewy arms—went down the hill, pierced the smoky counterpane that almost hid the lewlands, and worked among the giant engines where there was heat and dirt and foul air. And the woman, because of her natural charms of beauty and grace of manner, went up the hill to mingle with those of the social set. They had married because of an ardent love for each other, but gold is a rare metal that'hgnnot resist a strain with the tenacity of the more vulgar iron or steel or brass, and the opposite weights were beginning to pull hard on this fragile link of love. Her intercourse with the more genteel had served to magnify in her eyes the crudity of her husband’s manners, and by gentle remonstrances at first she had undertaken to correct them. Her esthetic sense had developed to the point that it grated harshly on her nerves to see him drink his soup from the bowl. In the beginning she had tried to induce him to go with her into this newly discovered world. But he just laughed, lighted his corn-cob pipe, and sat contentedly down by the fire after a day of hard toil to enjoy a pleasant relaxation. All her coaxing would not alter him. He aspired to no society beyond the geniality of hie home, and his chief demand of wifehood was good cooking and a sweet disposition. Her increasing social Indulgence but magnified in her eyes the shortcomings of the husband, and frequently elicited from him a reproach. The time devoted to her social ambition was detracting from both of his chief demands of wifehood. This “social lure” then was the one element that had interfered with the hitherto perfect domestic peace. it required a mo®i remarkable Incident to arrest the development of this rapidly .widening domestic breach. The catastrophe was precipitated by her vanity, coupled with a pronounced conceit. The pretty compliments, the kind attentions, and the suggestions t>f wealth due such beauty, continuously showered upon her by men superior to her husband in both income and intellect, were attributed by her to no ulterior motives, but accepted with an audacious conviction that they were the truth. She had nourished her vanity so far that she believed the diamond brooch, proposed by an ardent admirer as an enhancement to the beauty of Jier neck, might conscientiously be accepted by her without moral turpitude. But one thing withheld the too eager hand from this and many other proffered gifts—the jealousy of her husband; a sentiment, she convinced herself, due only to his ignorance. It must be conceded that Mrs. Hertz, -regardless of the many indiscretions «of which she might be guilty, was—when the question resolved itself to the one-element measure adopted by moralists today—virtuous.

But to sacrifice ambition within one’s grasp to gratify the shortcomings of another is a concession that would wear on nerves even less feminine than those of Mrs. Hertz, and accordingly she soon found herself trying to evolve a method of harmonizing the difficulty that oppressed her on one side, and the temptation that lured her on the other.

How to accept from some admirer the wealth that would buy the dresses and jewels she would have and how to make her husband gracefully accept the situation was a problem that would readily have confounded a less pretentious person.

>■ Even she might have been compelled to bow beneath the weight of this problem had there not crossed her social horizon Horace Duval, who, as a distinguished visitor from the East, attracted considerable feminine attention, but who chose in turn to center his on the beaming Mrs. Hertz. Ostensibly he was an importer of African furs and very wealthy, but with a ripening acquaintance be confided to Mrs. Hertz that in reality he was an eastern fisher of pearls. To her curious eyes he exhibited some of the most beautiful specimens upon which she had ever looked. One of exceptional size and beauty which appealed to her feminine fancy he frankly admitted was worth pne thousand dollars. It became between them quite the chief topic of conversation, largely because a woman loves to revel in a secret . It was at Mrs. Lancaster’s ball bis attentions reached the height of their manifestatipns, and he suggested he would love to shower Jewels upon a woman of such magnificent beauty. So while Magnus Hertz sat in his little cottage home trying to figure how he could make his meager income covet his rapidly increasing expenses. Horace Duval whispered in the wife’s ear that he would gladly give her the big pearl if she feared not the bus•'crupjes. 1

That peculiar machination of Intellect that formulatea intricate plana within the twinkling of an eye and has been charged by some with being the devil himself, here entered with alacrity the woman’s mind, and she accepted the gift that was pressed firmly into her hand, while the giver extracted permission to call at her home the ’next afternoon. It was an ingenious scheme that had entered the pretty head of this ambitious young woman! It was with mingled feelings of as-, tbnlshment, gratification and hope that Magnus Hertz the next evening saw his wife bring to the table a steaming tureen of oyster soup. And seeing his wife’s face beam with a patronizing smile, ire accepted this as an offering of peace and notice that hostilities had ceased. • Nothing so thoroughly appealed to the appetite of this thrifty worker as oyster soup, and when his wife passed his bowl he smiled so agreeably that it quite banished from her mind > the wonder over the failure of Horace Duval to keep his appointment that afternoon. - . She bubbled over with laughing chatter and gave an anxious glance at every spoonful of soup her hueband raised to his mouth, blew lustily, and then sucked noisily through his lips. “I was reading In the. paper some time ago,’’ she naively suggested, “of a man who found in his oyster soup a pearl worth several hundred dollars. Wouldn’t it be fine If we could have euch good fortune?” “No such hick for us,” was the frank opinion expressed between two spoonfuls of soup. "Ah, but think,” she urged, “what It would mean! You could take a vacation. You haven’t had a day off excepting Sunday for five years." In a meditative way he slowly skimmed the crackers from the surface and chewed them with a deliberation that extracted every flavor of the soup for the gratification of his taste, unconscious of the fortune that might lay in the dregs. Mentally she had counted the spoonfuls. He had eaten 12 already. It seemed there might be a thousand more in the bowl! “And then,” she continued, “I might have some new dresses and an opera cloak."

He commenced to eat faster while she chattered on in an Incoherent way, scarcely knowing what she said, so Intently were her eyes fixed on her husband’s coup. Then, suddenly, when but a few spoonfuls remained in the bottom, he thought of an incident at the shops, which he deliberately stopped to relate. It was something about the work of the men. She lost her self-restraint and interrupted him abruptly: "There’s plenty more soup, Mangus, when you’ve finished that.” •

Before she could realize the effect of her words he had quickly grasped the bowl With a movement,of gratification, raised it to his lips, and downed the rest with a single gulp. Anxiously she looked into his face, confidently awaiting some exclamation of wonder or surprise. He interpreted the strange inquiry of her eyes as a rebuke for his greed, and blurted: "Well, you said there was more, didn’t you?’’ She sank in a heap upon her chair. The glutton had swallowed the pearl! Through her dizzy brain rushed the mocking recollection that she had, confident of her scheme’s success, already ordered the desired new dresses and opera coat. Then came the conviction that her husband’s uncouth manners were the cause of her failure, and, fearing to tell the truth, she rose in haughty indignation, resolved to have revenge in a tirade on hie vulgarity. “Such manners— ’’ Her sentence was cut short by a loud knock at the door, one that waited for no answer, and husband and wife turned suddenly to look into the faces of several officers. "I beg your pardon,” cynically explained the leader, "but a notorious pear] thief, masquerading under the name of Horace Duval, whom we tracked as the thief of the rare Cargan collection, has been arrested and has confessed. He has returned all the jewels but one pearl, the finest of them all, which he says he gave to Mrs. Hertz. If you will kindly return it we will trouble you no further.” Color rushed suddenly into the woman’s face. Now the husband’s jealousy and ire rose in turn. The storm so suddenly calmed in her now raged in his breast, but it was stayed by her prompt reply.

“I have no such pearl.” "You will pardon us for eeeming to doubt your word, madam, but our instructions are to make a thorough search.”

The officers departed with apologies, after leaving a wild confusion of furniture, rugs, linen and pictures. In the middle of it all, on the parlor floor, sat Mrs. Hertz, humiliated and dazed.

She was first startled to consciousness when her husband, who posed himself before her with arms akimbo, exclaimed:

“I- have a feeling within me—” “Oh, Magnus,” she shrieked as she jumped to her feet and looked wildly into his face, “what Is it? What —” “I say," repeated the husband, “I have a feeling within me that, after this experience, the airs of these society strangers will not so belittle your husband’s manners.” “You’re right, Magnus,” she sighed with relief, as she wound, her arms about his neck and let her head sink on the shoulder of his rough workingshirt. ’’There is more true value in yba than in.any man who eats his soup with a epoon!" (Cupyrighty

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER. IND.

PITIABLE CONDITION OF ARNOLD HAUSER

Arnold Hauser, the crack Cardinal shortstop, is confined in a private sanitarium at Chicago, and not much hope is held out for his recovery. He has been afflicted with religious mania, and breaks«out violently every day or so. When rational he is apparently as well as he ever was, but his physician stated to Manager Huggins that he is much discouraged about his case. Hauser’s bad knee, which laid him up for a time, has entirely recovered, and he is perfectly sound physically, but little hope is extended of his getting out of the\ sanitarium this season, if at all. It Is one of the saddest cases in baseball. Hauser’s trouble dates from the time when he lost his mother and his baby.

BENDER WANTS TO BE ALONE

Great Indian Pitcher of 1 ! Athletics Has No Use for Physician During Spells of Illness.

Ih times of illness, Chief Bender, the great Indian pitcher of the Athletics, forgets the veneer of civilization and goes back to the Indian ways. Bender spurns the services of a physician when he is sick, takes no med-

Chief Bender.

icine, but simply hies himself away and doesn’t come back until he is well again. A short time after Bender joined the Athletics he was taken ill. Connie Mack wanted to have a physician attend the twirler, but Bender shook his head. “I'm sick, but I don’t need medicine,” he said. Connie left Bender’s room for a little while, and when he returned he was surprised to find that the chief had slipped out Inquiries failed to locate him, and when Bender didn’t show up that night or the next day, Connie became worried.

For two nights and two days the search was made for Bender, but to no avail. He couldn’t be found. By this time Connie was almost frantic. Just when he was about to send out a general alarm for his missing Indian star he decided to take another look into Bender’s room, and there he found him buddled up in bed, “Where have you been?” demanded Mack. -

“Sick,” answered Bender. “But you haven’t been in your room at the hotel," said Mack. “Were you at a hospital?” “No. I went away where it was quiet and where I could be alone,’* replied Bender. “When an Indian Is sick he doesn’t want any noise around, Sd he doesn’t want medicine OJ doers. He just wants to let nature tak» its course in curing him.” -

Arnold Hauser, Former Cardinal Star.

BASEBALL NOTES

Ty Cobb, Nap Rucker, Eddie Cicotte and Clyde Engle all graduated from the Augusta, Ga., team of 1905. * • e Manager Frank Chance of the Yankees declares that in Truesdale he has the real find of the season. * e -• The veteran George Nlll, second baseman, has been signed by the Ottawa club, of the Canadian league. e « e Jerry Denny, the old-time third baseman, is coaching the ball team of the Bridgeport, Conn., high school. * • • Ollie Pickering* American league veteran, and former manager of the Paducah club, has signed with'Owensboro. Jack Enzenroth, the former University of Michigan catcher, is showing up well behind the bat for the St. Louis Browns. see American league teams coming to New York used to count on three out of four, but now it’s “if we get an even break in New York.” • * • Jack Graney has a bull terrier named Larry as mascot for the Cleveland club. Larry may be a good dog„ hut as a mascot his best trick seems to be “playing dead.” • • * “Ham” Hyatt is kept in the limelight by his successful pinch hitting. Hyatt’s timely wallops have placed more than one game on ice for the Pirates so far this spring. see The Pirates are described by a newspaper man who travels with them as one big happy family with no factions, but the worst “bunch of crabs” in the world when they lose. • • • Charles H. Ebbets has his eyes set on two championships this year.. He considers his Newark club a cinch in the International league; and has strong hopes of a National league pepnant • • a

Larry Doyle, field general and second sacker of the Giants, is performing In true championship form. The genial captain can be depended upon to do his share ,in keeping the McGrawltes In the running. * • • In 1903 Jersey City won the International league championship with the highest average (.741) ever made by a team in the league. The “Skeeters” evidently played themselves out in that year, for they have never been up there since. • • • One of the best things about the Giants’ playing these days is Chief Myers’ throwing. He never pegged better. The Chief throws and hits better than hd runs, but that means more employment because of ib r r.e-aa of carrying a pinch runner.

WAS A BASEBALL FAN

PRESIDENT LINCOLN “ROOTED” AT GAME IN 1862.

Watched Soldiers Play During Civil War and Complimented Them— Army Men Responsible for Popularity of Game. “The recent appearance of King George of England at a baseball game, in a glass-fronted, steam-heated private stand, reminds me of the time, in 1862, when I saw President Lincoln at a baseball game In Washington,” said Winfield Scott Larner, former journalist, now of the St Louis office United States customs service, on the return of the Glants-White Sox world tourists recently; “It was at Sixth and K streets. The quartermaster’s department was playing the commissary department The Civil war, you know, Introduced baseball to people from all parts of the United States and spread its popularity north, south and west. Previous to the war baseball was restricted to the East ■ __ -- -- .

“This lot was an old circus grounds. The game was progressing merrily. There were no stands. Ropes kept the crowd back.

“The well-known black carriage drawn by two black horses came along. I saw the president get out of the conveyance and, taking his little son, Tad, by the hand, walk over to see the game. This was before the days when cavalry escorts accompanied Mr. Lincoln wherever he went..

“There was no inclosed stand, not even a seat. Unobtrusively and unseen by the crowd, Mr. Lincoln sat down in the sawdust left by the circus back of first base, crossed his feet, and sat his little son up on them, between hi* knees.

“He arrived when the game was young and stayed to the finish. It was the custom then for the teams to give three cheers for each other after the game was finished. The custom was observed on this occasion.

"Lincoln took off his hat and joined in the cheering. Then some one saw him and called for ‘Three cheers for Old Abe.’ Needless to say, they were very heartily given.

“The president thanked the crowd, saying, it was a very good game, and I enjoyed it very much.’ He took little Tad by the hand and walked back to his carriage.

"I have heard that Mr. Lincoln played a good first base. I do not think he ever played baseball. It was unknown in Illinois when he was a young man. Indeed, as I have said, the war spread baseball. The soldiers from New England and New York brought it to the camps and taught it to the soldiers from other states. These soldiers took it back to their homes after the war, and then baseball became the national game.

“But President Lincoln did like baseball.”

BIG FACTOR IN CUB GAMES

Wee Outfielder Is Playing Sensational Game and Batting Hard for Chicago Nationals.

It must make Fred Clarke’s hear? sore when he picks up the papers each day and reads of the deeds of Tommy Leach. Leach is one of the main cogs in the Cub machine and the sensational batting and all-around work of the midget is causing no end of talk among the*fans. Besides being the leading better on the Cub team Leach’s ability to play

Tommy Leach.

center field is helping the Cubs win many games and .without his services the Cubs would be a sorry team- AU of this is brought to the attention because of the fact that Fred Clarke, the shrewd Pittsburgh leader, thought Tommy was all in and passed the veteran player on to the Cubs at a good price last year. It is a safe bet that Clarke is sorry he ever made this deal. . . 1«, Leach is playing a wonderful game for the Cubs. The sane in the stands, the real critics, are showing their esteem for this player daily. Leach is one of the few Cub idols who is given a hand on nearly all his appearances at the plate.

Strikes but Twenty Men.

Royce, pitching for Hamilton college, which defeated the University of -Rochester by 8 to 3, struck out twenty of the Rochester t®« m

The ONLOOKER

By HENRY HOWLAND

SWT

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Love’s Triumph

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PERCY AND LIONE

had two sons, and he calißg Percy and Lionel. Percy isBI smith now.” |H "What’s Lionel doing?” W| “Lionel? Oh, he’s doing wB one of the biggest sausage fa<fl| "St Joe County.”

The Last Hope.

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Good Cheer.

“What makes you so cheerful today! Ophelia? You look as if you had just; inherited about a million dollars.” "Oh, Alfred! What do you think* ' It has been found out that Mrs. Sim! plelgh, that blonde the men have alll V, been crazy over this winter, was dFt vorced by her first husband on this] one’s account.”

The Office and the Man.

“Do you believe in letting the Officw seek the man?” “Well, that depends on whether tha man can get along just as well as not without the office.”

The Difficult Part

It doesn’t take a man Very long to become wise, but getting other people to recognize your w*sdom, after you have it, is a long and tedious job- ,

Art

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A Hundred Years Hence.

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