Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 165, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 July 1914 — Page 2

SYNOPSIS. Jackson Jones, nicknamed "Broadway.” because of his continual glorification of New York's great thoroughfare, is anxious to get away from his home town of Jonesville. Abner Jones, his uncle, is Very angry because Broadway refuses to •ettle down and take a place Ln the gum factory In which he succeeded to his father's interest. Judge Spotswood informs Broadway that .$250,000 left him by his father is at his disposal. Broadway makes record time in heading for his favorite street in New York. With his New York friend. Robert Wallace, Broadway creates a sensation by his extravagance on the White Way. Four years pass and Broadway suddenly discovers that' he is not only broke, but heavily In debt He quickly seeks work without success. Broadway becomes engaged to Mrs. Gerard, an ancient widow, wealthy and very giddy. Wallace learns that Broadway is broke and offers him a position with Ms father's advertising firm, but it is declined. Wallace takes charge of Broadway’s affairs. Broadway receives a telegram announcing the death of his Uncle Abner in Europe. Broadway is his sole heir. Peter Pembroke of the Consolidated Chewing Gum company offers Broadway 11,300.000 for his gum plant and Broadway agrees to sell, Wallace takes ths affair in hand and insists that Broadway hold off for a bigger price and rushes him to Jonesville to consult Judge Spotswood. Broadway finds his boyhood playmate. Josie Richards, in charge of the plant and falls in love with her. Wallace is smitten with Judge Spotswood's daughter. Clara. Josie points out to Broadway that by selling the plant to the trust he will ruin the town built by his ancestors and throw 700 employes out of work. Broadway decides that he will not sell. Broadway visits the plant and Josie explains the business details to him. He decides to take hpld of the work at once. Broadway makes a speech to his employes who, in their enthusiasm, carry him around the plant on their shoulders. Pembroke calls and Broadway turns down the latest offer of the trust and announces that he Intends to fight Wallace intimates that his father’s advertising agency Is backing Jones and plans a big advertising campaign. Mrs. Gerard arrives looking for Broadway and is shooed back to New York by Wallace. Broadway opens up his Uncle Abner's house and gives 'a party to his Jonesville friends.

I CHAPTER Xlll—Continued. “That’s what I’ve come here to find out. I want to find out what the devil is the matter with you.” Broadway had heard the voices, Mrs. Spotswood had conveyed the news to him, and now he himself hurried down the steps. "Have your father come right inside. Bob.” he urged, “and make himself at home.” He went on to the elder Wallace, holding out his hand, and then, when it. was not seized eagerly, gripping earnestly for Wallace’s. “By gracious, I’m awfully glad to see you! Bob has spoken of you so often and told me so much about you -that I feel as if I knowyou almost as well as he does.” / ■ The elder Wallace showed no answering enthusiasm. He only tried to get his hand away from Broadway’s cordial grasp. “Did you know he was coming?” Broadway demanded of the visitor’s son. “No." “Oh, a little surprise, eh? Well, Just in time for dinner! Come inside and meet folks. Having a bully time, aren’t we. Bob?” r “Yes; fine. This is Jacksoii Jones, guv’nor. You’ve heard me speak of him.” “Yes; I’ve heard of him," his father answered dryly. ’lsn’t it strange we never met be-

Jackson Was Strangely Intent Upon Her Answer.

tore?" said Broadway effusively. "Bob and I being such good friends. But we’re going to get better acquainted, aren’t we. Come inside.” "No, thank you. I’d like to speak to my son alone. If you have no objections/' "Oh. why, of course.” Ab Wallace turned awsy Broadway had a chance to whisper in Bob’s ear: "Anything wrong?” "It will be all right Don’t worry.” wen. Bate* urowway coraiauy, m the father and son began to more in silence toward the gate, "I’ll expect you In as soon as you’re through with .your Utile talk. We’ll wait dinner for needn't bother, sir,” said Grower WaHace Army. 4 "Oh It’s no bother at all. I'm only too

BROADWAY JONES

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glad to get the chance to entertain. You know this is my first day in a regular home and I’m having the time of my life.” He warned Bob playfully: “Don’t you let him get away, Bob. I'll fix up something cute. I know what he wants.” The elder Wallace looked at him for scant two seconds with a glance which indicated that he thought him far too unimportant to receive more copious attention. Then he turned severely to his son. "Now, sir, perhaps you’d like to explain the meaning of all this damned nonsense.” “W£at nonsense?” Bob knew very well that to which his father made his very earnest reference, but he was Sparring to get,time to think. “What are you doing here?” “Didn’t I phone you yesterday? I am here on business.” The young man’s voice was full of injured innocence. “Business! Humph! Fine business! Do you realize the sort of contract' you’ve sent in from this concern? Who ever gave you the authority to sign such an agreement for the Empire company?" "You told me over the phone that I could use my. own judgment in the matter and then wired me." "Well, I didn’t suppose I was dealing with a crazy man! Do you know you’ve guaranteed to cover every eastern and middle western state at a price that wouldn’t pay for Pennsylvania alone? Whht the devil do you mean by making a statement to the Consolidated Gum people that the Empire is behind the Jones company.” Bob was quite legitimately reaping a fine whirlwind harvest He knew that. He had sown the wind. But he believed that he might make this wind whirl mills, drive sails, do stunts. Still, explanation was a difficult matter. “Well, I was bluffing them, that’s all.” “And to what purpose, sir? You have bluffed us out of half a million dollars’ worth of future contracts that were pending, and you have signed an agreement with this Jones, that, were it given to the public, would make us the laughing-stock of the advertising world." Bob saw that in his father’s present state -of temper the best thing to do was to impress him with the inevitability of it all. Once convince him that what he had done had been done beyond recall, and he would bend the wondrous resourcefulness which had made him giant of the advertising world to the necessary task of making that which had been done successful. He had counted on this quality of his father’s intellect and disposition. “Well, it’s too late to kick now, guv’nor; the deal is made. And I have your telegram authorizing me to sign the contract” “Why didn’t you answer my telegrams today?* “Because ! knew you’d come here if I didn’t—and that’s what I wanted you to do. I wanted to talk to you—right here, on the ground of a —a smashing opportuntiy.” “Go on, I’m listening.” "Well, it’s a long story." “I dare say.” Bob looked about for some place on the grounds where they might have quiet for a conversation. There was none. The factory was locked up, the hotel ' was impossible, and the house was In disorder. He knew that only' the ground floor had been occupied since Broadway’s uncle had departed on the voyage from which he never would return. “Come and take a little stroll with me,” he finally suggested. “No, don’t let’s take the car. I don’t want tire man to hear us and I want to get you into a good humor to hear all about it. Walt a minute.” He went toward the house to j;et his hat, and called Broadway as he went. “Oh, Jackson! Say Jackson!” Broadway appeared at the door. “The guv’nor and I are going for a little walk. We’ll be back in a few minutes." “Be sure you are. We’re waiting dinner for hi«t, and the girls are Just crazy to meet him." The elder Wallace caught the words. Instantly he felt that his suspicions had been justified. Girls! And his son and the young millionaire there with them in the millionaire’s own house! "The girls!” he exclaimed with hearty disapproval. Wallace laughed at him. “Oh, not what you mean—not what you mean, guv’nor! Regular girls. Nice people. You understand.’’ “Say, Bob, do me a favor, will you? Show your father the plant while you urn Rmadwav rail pH after him v 'Tm to.” Then, as Broadway gazed after them, half worried and half smiling, he heard Bob explaining Jonesville to his skeptical and displeased parent “You see,” he heard, "this is thfe residential part of the town. Over tljgre is the business section—"

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His voice trailed off into silence as they vanished through the gates. Broadway smiled. Somehow he was beginning to feel faith in life. For the first time he was busy with real things. The Joy of definite effort in man’s work had seized him. He was surprised to find himself absorbed in wonder if, perhaps,, he might not have a happier life in Jonesville than he had had in New York city. But he could not take existence very solemnly! He felt too good. “Say, Bob, show him the drug store, too,” he shouted after the departing pair. The Judge, who had watched the episode with interest from the house windows, came out to Broadway, somewhat worried. “Has he gone for good?” “No; he’s coming back.” —. “He was mad as a hatter about something. Did you notice it?” “Yes; and I think I know what it is.” “Something the young fellow did?” "I’m afraid so.” “Nothing wrong!” "I hope not.” The Judge spoke with emphasis, and he thought himself a really good judge of human nature. , “Oh, I’m sure it can’t be. —If I can estimate character, that young man is incapable of anything but good.” He looked at Broadway almost with a fatherly “He’s a great friend of yours, my boy." “I should say he is!” Broadway gazed after them, wondering what all of this would end in. But he was not greatly worried. Indeed, he felt singularly light-hearted, and found it hard to choke back laughter when he heard the judge expostulat-

The Earl of Cortland.

ing with his wife, referring to the early evening hour as if it had been midnight Come on, ma,” the old man was arguing, almost pettishly, “we’ve got to get toward home. It’s after seven o’clock already!" . She sighed. She did not wish to go. She had never before had an opportunity to poke around in the great Jones house, filled with treasures from far countries, books in foreign languages, family portraits by extraordinary painters who could make A human face look like a granite mask, Rogers statuettes and' other objects of high art, to say nothing of ornate and mastodonic articles of mahogany furniture —solid, not veneered, and upholstered in the very slipperiest haircloth.

"It’s after seven o’clock,” the judge repeated. “Yes, I suppose we must be going,” said his wife reluctantly. "Mom’s generally abed by eight,” the judge said proudly. “Except Saturday nights,” she granted. “I sometimes sit up till ten on Saturdays.” This was evidently dissipation so extraordinary that she told of it only in the strictest confidence. “But then,” she added, “we sleep till all hours Sunday. Sometimes I don’t get up till after six!" She smiled at Broadway; he smiled gaily back at her and choked a word of comment which had risen to his lips. That gave him, in his heart, a queer feeling of elation —almost as great as that yhich he had felt after he had lectured Pembroke. Broadway felt, and glorified in the feeling, that he was growing up with* great rapidity. "Come on, Clara,” Mrs. Spotswood called. The two girls were in a porch swing, giggling. “You’re not all going to leave me, are you?” Broadway said protestingly. Clara, who had risen otJbdlently, looked about the group. "Where’s Mr. Wallace?” she demanded. Her interest in him was constant. She had heard nothing of the elder Wallace’s arrival. "He’s gone to take a stroll with his father.” "Oh, is his father here?” This astonished and excited her. "Oh, I’m just crazy to see him! Aren’t you, Josie?” Jackson pleaded with the Judge and Mrs. Spotswood. “You don’t mind if Clara stays a little while do your Then he turned to Josie. ’.’You’re not in a hflrry, are you, Miss Richards?” "Why, no; but—” "Please don’t go,” he urged. "I can’t bear so be left afopa.” •

"Well* said Mrs. Spotswood, with the best of humor, "you girls remain here and keep Broadway company till Mr. Wallace gets back." She turned to her husband. "It’s all right, isn’t it, Judge?" "Yes, I guess so, “he agreed; without too much enthusiasm. “But don’t be late, Clara.’* “I won’t, pa.” With much straightening of her best silk skirts, with many smiles from and for Broadway, with a fluttering in her heart when she thought about young Wallace and her daughter, Mrs. Spotswood took the Judge’s arm majestically. “Good night, Broadway; had a lovely time." “Did you, really?" He very definitelyhoped she had. - Site nodded. “Sorry Sammy acted so mean2*_ 1: ~~ "Now, Sammy’s all right,” said Jackson reassuringly. “That’s what I keep telling her,” the judge complained. z ‘ She shook her head in deprecation oi such praises for a member of her family. “Pa, you’ve spoiled that boy.” The Judge protested in his usual way. “Mom, please!” he pleaded. He did not want a long discussion about this just then. He grinned at Broad-VW-OXT yin frlvr mw ViUj x “annul Illg 1 Illg 11 L y lllj boy. See you in the morning.” And then the good-nights echoed back and forth till the old couple had passed on, cheered enormously by the trend of things in Jonesville, genuinely pleased by Broadway, timorously worrying about Wallace and their daughter—the apple of their joint domestic eye. The girls and Jackson found cool and comfortable in the porch swing; the porch was screened against mosquitoes, but open to the fresh, cool summer breeze. Clara was a little worried. “Pa 1 said Mr. Wallace’s father was angry about something. Was he?” “Well,” Broadway admitted; “he wasn’t in the best of humor. I guess it was nothing serious.” “Oh, I hope not. I wish I could get a good look at him. I’m Interested in him.” “Josie’s mind was on business. With all her soul she hoped that Broadway, having so gallantly (she thought superbly) defied the trust, would win a handsome victory. And she had a clever business head and competent business training. “Do you think it was the advertising contract that brought him here?” “I don’t think there’s any doubt about it.” She nodded. "I thought it was a pretty liberal contract.” “Liberal! ” he agreed. “It was criminal!* I told him so when he fixed it up. I don’t blame the old gentleman at all.” He gave the swing a very urgent push, which made both girls scream a little with the fun of it. “Did you enjoy the dinner?” “Very much, Indeed,” said Josie. “Did you, really? We must have such dinners often.' If we don’t—” “Are you afraid that you’ll find Jonesville lonely, after New York city?” “Well, I can manage to endure the mad excitement of it, I Imagine, if you all come often. Maybe I shall bring on a Japanese cook I had in New York.” "A Japanese cook!" Both girls were fascinated. "We’ll come often when you get him here,” Josie promised. Clara giggled. “Don’t you let her fool with you. We’ll come often whether you have him here or not.” Swinging -by ah opening in the vines which screened the porch, Clara suddenly cried out joyfully: "Oh, I see him! I see I see him!” “Who? My Jap boy?” “Bob." And then she blushed furiously, rivaling the sunset’s radiant pinks. • K

CHAPTER XIV.

Clara had run down the steps/leaving the swing vibrating somewhat jerkily from the speed of her abandonment of it, declaring that she wished to get a sight of the elder Mr. Wallace, even if he aid not choose to stop and talk when he came up. She had noted that the chauffeur, seeing the father and son approach, had already started his engine. Her desertion left Broadway

FOUND COCA LEAF A CURE

Habit So Prevalent in South America Indorsed by a Traveling , „ Sufferer. On my journey through the cold uplands of the South American mountains, I came upon the natives chewing coca leaves, Peter MacQuee'n writes in the National Magazine. The habit is almost universal in the valleys of the high Andes. Seeing the people look so happy with coca leaves in their mouths, I tried to chew some leaves myself. I found them tasteless, just like hay. But when I swallowed some of the juice from them I found it a most delightful stimulant to the stomach. For a long time I had beep suffering from an ulcer of the stomach which was very painful. The coca leaves reduced the pain at once and left no ill effect. I continued thia for a month, and it did more for the cure of the ulcer of the stomach than any medicine that I had taken In Europe or America for this trouble. 1

and Josie In the swing alone together. He laughed. "Did you notice that? She calls him ‘Bob.’ I heard him call her ‘Clara’ 16 times today." Josie smiled. “Yes; I noticed that” Jackson was strangely intent upon her answer. He was confused, although he did not know the reason why. And then, suddenly, he knew. Finding that he knew; he found himself still more confused. * ■ "Did you notice it?" he asked, with intense earnestness, knowing, somehow, that he was an ass. “I didn’t think you noticed it.” Josie thrilled, but found it hard to smother laughter—not wholly that of ridicule, mostly that of joyousness/She made no other answer. He looked around them at the broad veranda, with its pillared, old colonial doorway and wide windows; his eyes paused along the visible front of the enormous house itself, surveyed the spreading lawn, now dusky with the evening shadows of magnificent old trees, and the curving graveled drive, examined all, indeed, that he could see of the superb and spacious old Jones place. . "Nice little house, Isn’t it?” he asked. ‘ . "Oh. I Just love it!” It was, indeed, the show place of the town, and few were the local maidens who had not dreamed dreams of some time .living in a mansion like it—dreamed wondering dreams, speculative of unguessed sensations of vast wealth. “Do you?” “Why, yes. Don’t you?” "Yes,” said Broadway, now looking not at the great house or any portion of the splendid grounds, but straight at her, although she was not sure of this because the light had very nearly failed. “I’m just crazy about it, that’s all!” She laughed and so did he. He had not much idea what he really was saying. “You know, I think I shall become a model country gentleman in time,” he added. > w "It must seem strange to you, after the life you’ve been living.” She meant it very innocently, it shocked him fiercely. He sat up in the swing and gazed at her with outthrust neck —that gesture which she thought; was awkward, funny, when she saw it first, in school days, but which she had rather begun to like. “What do you know about the life I’ve been living?” he demanded. She was not in the least suspicious. "I mean in New York —that great, big, wonderful place! It is a wonderful place, isn’t it?” He had had a thrill of panic. Now he quieted, although his heart still throbbed a little. He was glad she did not know about the life he had been leading. “Have you never been to New York?” he asked. “Never." “That’s funny. Would you like to go to New York?" “I don’t think I’d like to live there; but I*d like to see New York.” “Well, I can show It to you. May I some time? It only takes four hours to get there. It took me five years to get back!” ’’You had a long trip.” “Trip? I stumbled,” he said dreamily. "What isßroadway?” "Broadway?" “It’s a street, of course, but—” “It’s probably the greatest street in the world.” “Some people say it’s terrible.” “It is.” “And some people say it’s wonderful.” “It is—truly wonderful.” "I don’t understand.” “Nobody understands Broadway,” he’ answered. “People hate it, yet they don’t know why. People love it, yet they don’t know why. I don’t It’s just because it’s Broadway.” "Is it a mystery?” “That’s what it is—a mystery.” He shook his head in thought. The subject had lost interest to her —because she did not know its fascinations. “I suppose you go to church every Sunday morning. Tomorrow’s Sunday.” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

It is a toss up between a many sided man and a two faced woman.

mention this particularly. The doctors of Bolivia and Peru last summer were in a hot dispute about the evil effects that chewing coca leaves had had upon the natives. One-half of the medical fraternity avowed that the habit was not injurious, while the other half maintained that the coca leaves had such a bad effect upon the natives that it held them back from civilising influence. What shall a layman do when doctors disagree?

society and the Family.

Napoleon insisted that the family life of France should be preserved? His reason was that he could keep order in France if the family was responsible to the father and the father was responsible to him. A better motive has made the family the unit of society’in America —with the mother as the boss and the rose of the rancho. And whatever Napoleon’s egotism was, it goes without saying that the mothers of France kept order in France and preserved the family in France.

1 1 I raoM ftj. If I had a yacht and a private ■ Wj i car, - '■ ; And a castle high , 7, on a hill some- ' A;' ’ “=wserer = / I 4M) Z'-i: 1 ' If my scarf pin \IIf . Y •?; ! shone like th* i'll I" evening star, Vy J |l I And I had—-the? _ I U I . 5 finest clothes to • 1 Bu r* ) ' wear—- > 11 ln short » J 3 were a milllonf •- alre, ' • And could work Qr A -jf ' . play, as my ii.WT f fancy turned, } I :s ; Do you think that t- , / t f - I should be free .V. s i s from care, ' tJ And could rest uh1 < 1 R ceaslngly unz ? ~ concerned? If I had all that money kill buy— And njoney will buy a lot, you know If my wealth were great and my station high, . And my debts were all paid long ago, If my fame had spread and my strongest foe •' , Wore clanking chains in a gloomy cell, If my hair remained where it used to grow, ' Do you fancy I'd think that all was well? If I were blessed with the blessings which Are plainly enumerated here, If I had fame and were also rich, And moved in the highest social sphere, I should still consider this planet drear. And forget the yachts and the private cars; I had to let coffee alone last year, And now I am forced to give up cigars.

CANDID OPINION.

Some men are born great, some achieve greatness and some are paged in New York hotels. A lazy man is likely to leave everything but his meals half finished. Generally the kicker'' is down at the heels, even if he isn’t out at the toes. I . Nothing succeeds like success, but empty bleachers show where the home team stands.

The Lamp of Learning.

The preacher looks out over empty pews. The scholar sits unnoticed and alone;The poet, collarless and needing shoes. Sings sbulfully, unheeded and unknown. The actor who was born to grace the' stage Reads splendidly the lines penned by the bard, \ But no one notices'his noble rage, He is a creature robbed of all regard. The artist who has striven well and long Walks through the empty gallery and sighs; His canvases attract no eager throng. And hunger dulls the luster of his eyesi. The halls of art sire desolate and drear, The sacred lamp of learning feebly glows; 1 Round roped arenas people wildly cheer. Or over Crowd the moving picture shows.

TRYING TO GET NEAR IT.

estimate I have furnished,” replied the architect, "the amount,is placed at $11,500.” “Yes, I know that is your estimate, but what is your private opinion?’’

Men Hate Flattery.

"I wonder why it is that men are always attracted to Mrs. Dangleworth* >As soon as they go into a room where sfle is they begin to flock around her." A “Haven’t you ever guessed the re*--son?” “No. What is 1J!?” . “Her rich old husband is so deaf that he can’t hear the nice things she tells them about themselves.”

Even for That.

“What is this man’s trouble?” asked the lady who was being personallyconducted through the lunatic asylum. “He thinks he could ran the government better than Woodrow Wilson is running it if they would only give him a chance," the guide replied. “Goodness! Do they declare people crazy for thinking that?”

Fortune’s Darling.

The man whom fortune favors most May not have fame whose scope is wide. Nor claim the right to'proudly boast That allshis needs have been supplied. The man who is most richly blest ’* f May trudge unnoticed through the street. But when he goes at night to rest His sleep is calm, his dreams are sweet.

Why Borrow Trouble?

. “I’d hate to think I was the wife of a man who had married me merely for my beauty.” * -i ' “But why worry about a thing that never could happen?” C

Work of Time.

“And to think,” sighed the' man who was trying to. find a belt which was long enough to be buckled around him, "that the boys at school used to call me Skinny.’ ” r x W

"How much da you think a house such as you have planned for us will ( cost?” asked the prospective builder. “As you will see by examining the