Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 167, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 July 1914 — Page 2

. is SYNOPSIS. Jackson Jones, nicknamed "Broadway,” fuse of his continual glorification of ’ York’s great thoroughfare, is anxto get away from his home town of KvUle. Abner Jones, his uncle, is angry because Broadway refuses to e down and take a place in the gurn ory in which he succeeded to his eFs interest. Judge Spotswood ■ inis Broadway that $250,000 left him by father is at his disposal. Broadway makes record time in heading for his farorite 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 otters him a position With his 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 51,200,000 for his gum plant and Broadway agrees to sell. Wallace takes _ the affair in hand and insists that Broadway hold oft for a bigger price and rushes him to Joneevf.le 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 TOO 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 hold 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 Mg 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 _hls Jonesville friends. Wallace’s father arrives on the scene to find out what his son is up to. CHAPTER XlV—Continued. He was astonished. He had been thinking of Broadway. There are churches on that thoroughfare, but. they are not so brightly lighted as some other of its structures. “What’s that again?*’ “I say I suppose you go to church every Sunday morning.” “Well —I’ve been going to Churchill’s every Sunday night.” He laughed a little, theii exclaimed, not loudly: "Broadway!”* “What are you thinking of?” “Oh, I was just thinking what a great thing it would be if I made a success of this business.” ■ “Why, you’re going td,” she said confidently. “Do you think so?” “I’m sure of it If you will make up your mind to work —to keep busy.” “Yes; that’s it I’ve- got to work.” He laughed. For a few moments they had been rather serious. “Work! Now, tomorrow, I’m going to plant a lot of vegetables and then I’m going to cut the grass; I’m going to milk the cow, and I am going to —er —paint the house. Work! Oh, I'm going to be the busiest little fellow you ever . saw. You know what I hope? I hope that butler of mine never comes back. I want to do all the work myself!” “Your butler?" “Yes; I sent him to New York yesterday on an errand.” "You sent him back for something?” He wished to laugh, but did not. "No; I sent him back with something.” “Something valuable?” He hesitated. Was Mrs. Gefrard valuable? She had lost enormously in value in his eyes of late. “Well, it’s worth a lot of money,” he assured her, feeling certain that this speech was accurate. “Perhaps he’s lost it and is afraid to return," she suggested. He smiled, remembering the instructions he had given Rankin. “If he’s lost it he’ll return all right—to claim the reward.” "For losing it? How funny?” "Yes; isn’t it?" He laughed. "But It wouldn’t be so funny if he hadn’t, would it?" Heavens! Suppose Rankin should find it really impossible to get rid of Mrs. Gerard! But of course Josie could not understand. The conversation puzzled her. It did not hold her as had the talk which had preceded it She rose, as Clara came back, almost running. This charming country maiden very evidently had satisfied her curiosity as to the looks of Robert’s father; she now was plainly somewhat displeased because the son remained away so long. "Well!” she exclaimed. "Those two men are holding the longest conversation I ever heard of! They’re standing on Kennedy’s corner, their tongues going a mile a minute.” "What are they talking about?" asked Jackson anxiously. He very much hoped his friend was not in really serious trouble as the reward for having been his friend. "I didn’t got elose enough to hear what they said, but they’re both waving their hands in the air and talking—to beat the band!” This worried Joti^Theragoesohr advertising!" Her voice was wholly gloomy., \ A- '■

BROADWAY JONE

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Broadway nodded, quite as gloomily. “Looks like it”. Clara, by no means having lost her interest, remained peering down the street into the evening shadows after her companions had turned away couraKed.“Herecomessomeone,anyway,” she presently informed them. "By Jove! It’s Rankin!" Broadway’s voice indicated his relief as he observed that Rankin was alone. Evidently he had followed orders and “lost” Mrs. Gerard. There had come into the butler’s appearance an indefinable change. He had not ceased to be a butler, but he had ceased to be the very perfect butler which he always had been in the past It was as if he stood upon the threshold of a new and startling freedom, but thus far had hesitated to step definitely into it. Broadway regarded him almost with affection. No; certainly; Mrs. Gerard was not with him, "Well, here I am,” the erstwhile perfect serving man announced. “I suppose you thought you were never going to see me again.” “Hello, Rankin. When did you get tor “Just now. I’ve a great deal to tell you, Mr. Jones.” "What detained you?" Rankin, looking at the young ladies, did not at once reply in detail. It was evident that there were some particulars to be divulged which he wished Broadway's ears alone to hear. “It was necessary.” “Why didn’t you send me some word?” “I can exlpain all that.’’— “Girls, will you excuse us?” Broadway asked, and as they nodded went slowly down upon the lawn with Rankin toward a clump of cedars. It had been planted in a circle, a favorite and funereal form of lawn decoration in those latitudes, and in the solemn space inclosed there was, he knew, a garden seat. “Just a few moments,” Broadway pleaded as he went with, Rankin toward this deep seclusion. “Then I’ll walk home with you.” “All right.” Curiosity consumed the maidens. All this seemed exeeed-

"I Give You My Word of Honor."

ingly exciting to them. But, after all, they were not sorry for an opportunity to talk alone for a moment Broadway was very anxious, but Rankin said no word until they were within the leafy chamber. Even after they had reached its solitude Broadway had to urge: “Well, come on; what’s the news?" “Surprising news, sir,” Rankin answered hesitantly. Broadway was all the more 1m patient. “Well, tell me; tell me! What did she say? How did you get rid of her?" “I—l didn’t get rid of her, sir.” "What? Where did you leave her then?" "I—didn’t leave her, sir. I’ve been with her ever since.” "'Where is she now?” asked Broadway timorously, his voice weakening. "She’s hers, sir.” This was terrifically shocking. The worst had come to pass then—those fears which were so bad that they bad been put aside as utterly unthinkable. “She came back with you?" There was a look of horror on the face of Jackson Jones. "Yes, sir.” His master’s wrath rose. “You IdlotT What did you let her do that for?" . Rankin spoke slowly and reluctantly. "She insisted that she must see you and talk with you, sir." Now rose a soul In wild revolt. *T won’t see her! I won’t talk to her!” "But she’s right outside the hedge, sir. You must see her!” -I—-

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“Oh. she’s perfectly reconciled, sir; believe me —” Here was a shock as pleasant as the other had been terrible. It was almost too good to be true. “Recon'ciled! You mean she understands that I—” “Oh, yes, sir. She’s already sent out a denial of her engagement to you." His hearer could have rent the air with shouts of joy, but did not. He only asked inanely: “Has she?” "Yes, sir.” Now Rankin once more hesitated. “In the form, sir, of —er — another announcement” This nearly stunned his master. “You mean she’s engaged to someohe else?" —— —— “Yes, sir; she’s going to marry the earl ’of Cortland.” .The recently harassed youth brightened. Was life to be entirely smooth and joyous after all, instead of only partly merry, with the balance turned into a tragedy by his ancient “Sweetheart, dearie?" “The earl of Cortland!" he exclaimed. “Yes, sir; will you see her, sir? I think it’s best for all concerned.” “You’re sure, are you? It’s not a dream, or anything like that? She isn’t trying to trap me?” “No, sir. May I ask her to coma in? She’s Just behind the hedge.” “Did Bob see her?” “No; he was so busy talking with bls father, sir, that he did not Recognize us as we passed. Seems to be most earnest, sir, his father.” "Rankin, if you’re certain, bring her in. But if—” "I’m quite certain, sir.” Jackson waited for them near the entrance to the verdant circle. He thought it better not to go back to the house. Even if the lady was quite reconciled there still might be some details of her conversation which he would not care to have heard by the girls—especiallyoneoftheglrls. Almost immediately Rankin returned with Mrs. Gerard, not only walking by his side, *but clinging to his arm. Her voice did not sound warlike as she greeted Broadway. “How do you do, Jackson?" she said quietly. “How dp you do, Mrs. Gerard?” “Harßankln told you?" “Yes, Mrs. Gerard; Rankin has told me.” She really seeded very much upset, but not belligerently so. “I’d never be happy if New York should imagine I’d been jilted, or the subject of a practical joke,” she began simply. “My excuse for throwing you over is a very good one—my engagement to the earl of Cortland.” He bowed, too puzzled to find any words.

“After a few hours’ talk with Rankin I became convinced that a marriage between you and me never would have been a happy one.” Again Broadway nodded. He could quite agree with that. “Hence my decision to marry the earl.” She went closer to him almost pleadingly. “I’ve played fair with you, Jackson; now I want you to do the same by me.” “I’ll do anything you ask,” he fervently assured her. “Anything within reason, Mrs. Gerard. “All I ask is that you keep my secret.” : . “I will. What is it?” “You really don’t know?" “No, Mrs. Gerard." After another tiny hesitation she held out her hand to Rankin. “May I present the earl of Cortland?” she E the abashed butler forBroadway was astonished te point of physical col- • she went on gravely, i thorough understanding, unu nauaiu has agreed to become an earl.” Again Broadway’s surprise was almost more than he could quietly support. “Oh, don’t be astonished! It’s my only protection. Have I yoqysolemn promise that you’ll not divulge the secret?" “I give you my word of honor,” he said fervently. “Very well. Goodby!" He earnestly shook hands with her. “Goodby, Mrs. Gerard. I hope you will be very happy.” “It isn’t a question of happiness, Jackson,” she said slowly, and in a way that somewhat worried him. “I simply don’t want to be humiliated. You understand?” “Yes; I understand, Mrs. Gerard.” She turned to the earl of Cortland. “Shake hands with Mr. Jones, Rankin." Jackson pulled him to one side, almost indignantly. "See here, Rankin, do you mean to tell me that you’d do such a mean contemptible thing as to marry a woman deliberately for her money?" “Yes, sir," said Rankin very gravely, “and thank you, sir, for the opportunity.” “Come, earlie,” Mrs. Gerard called softly. • ’’Yes, Beatrice.” He dropped the .hand of his erstwhile employer and took the arm of his affianced wife. “We have just six minutes before train time,” she admonished him, and turned to Broadway, who was standing, dazed. “Goodby!” He had gone back to the house and was standing leaning somewhat weekly against a pillar of the porch, unable even to make her presence known to the two. girls whose laughing, lowtoned gossip he could hear from behind the vines, when Wallace came up with his father. He listened to his friend’s remarks mechanically. “Yes,” he was saying, "the entire population of the town la about four thousand. The plant employs about seven hundred.” Then, catching sight of Broadway; “There's Jackson now. Tell him what you just told me.**

Broadway went to meet them, glad to have the opportunity. to test life and make sure that it was real, even if the proof' showed the elder -Wallace „ was entirely hostile. “They offered you a million and a half, didn’t they?" asked Bob. “Yes, that’s what they offered—a million and a half.” ' “MrTJdnes,” said the elder Wallace, not without enthusiasm, “my son has been telling me of the grand, single handed fight that you are making against this giant corporation. I admire you/ pluck, sir.” Broadway looked at him with real surprise and hearty gratitude. It seemed that even this was. coming out all right! “You deserve all the encouragement and assistance possible,” said this suddenlydelightful gentleman. "Your loyalty to the people of this little town is commendable, sir. You deserve great credit, and I want to shake your hand.” “Thanks, Mr. Wallace, but the credit really belongs to Bob.” The delight which Broadway felt was plainly audible In his voice. Bob laughed. "I knew he’d say that!” * —He baa told me of your modesty.” said the elder Wallace. “I am very proud that you have taken him into the firm, and if advertising has any market value we’ll fight them to a finish. I have promised my son to return here Monday morning. I may have a proposition to put before you. Td like to see him an equal partner in a business with such a promising future." “I don’t know what to say, Mr. Wallace,” Broadway answered, and he really did not. “Monday will be time enough,” the elder Wallace answered genially. “I have an appointment with Pembroke at his house tomorrow. After I have had ten minutes* walk -with him I promise you that —the Consolidated people will make no further attempts to absorb. But now I must go. Good night!” Jackson grasped his hand with fervor. What a night this was! "Going to motor back?” asked Bob. “Yes; I prefer my motor car to the railroad. See you Monday. Good night!" "Isn’t it like a dream?” asked Bob after the last glimmer of glow from the car’s headlight had vanished down the road. "I can’t believe it’s true.” “He wants to buy a half interest in your business. Did you get that?" "All I want is enough to pay my debts." Bob laughed. “Don’t tell him that; he’s a business man!” "But—” “I think you’d better let me handle that for you.” “Will you? Fine!" It suddenly occurred to him that he must tell his friend at once about the Rankin-Gerard episode, but he did not mean to break his promise to the ancient bride. “Say, Bob, I’ve just—l’ve just had a telephone message from New York. What do you think has happened?*.* “Go on, tell me." ■ “Mrs. Gerard has denied her engagement to me and is going to marry the earl of Cortland." Wallace took this in a gulp of joy. “Honestly?” "I Just got the word.” “A million congratulations, old pal!” In a mad enthusiasm he shook hands with Broadway. “Three cheers for everybody in the world!” Broadway seized him and, in an ac-

STILL AN UNKNOWN REGION

Atmosphere at Extreme Point Above - th®‘Earth Has Never-Been Determined.

Except for a narrow layer of air the atmosphere above us is practically unexplored. The most daring balloonists have only penetrated to a point seven miles above the earth. In thia first stratum are found the clouds and the moisture and here the storms are formed. * The second layer has been penetrated by pilot baloons carrying meteorological instruments to a distance twenty miles above the earth. The thermometers carried through this stratum show practically nd change of temperature. At an altitude, of 50 miles the atmosphere consists almost entirely of hydrogen and this marks the upper limit of twilight. Clouds of fine volcanic dust sometimes rise to this height, which may be seen by reflected light, but this is the only solid matter found in this region. It is believed that hydrogen is replaced by some unknown gas of extreme lightness above this stratum, but as a matter of fact nothing is definitely known. The most daring scientists scarcely dare guess what is to be found at a height beyond a point 125 miles above the earth’s surface.

The Lady Who Smokes.

One of the social matters as to which English and American women differ is that the cigarette tn public in the mouth of one of the gentler sex is still classed under the head of “fastness” both in Canada and the United States, whereas English ladles smoke tn restaurants and railway trains and other public places, and neither they nor the men think it. anything out of the way. Five years ago. however, before our English lady in a restaurant after dinner smoked s ckirttte, she probably asked the men of the. party if they

cess of perfect satisfaction with title way the world was wagging they danced there in the moonlight . “The earl of Cortland?" Bob exclaimed at length. “Who the deuce is he? I never heard of him.” “I have. I’ve seen him,” “You have? What does he look like?” Broadway paused, as if in thought “Well, he’s the very image of—say, you knov my butler?" “Rankin?" “Yes. Well, he looks just like him. You’d hardly know them apart.” "You don’t say?" “Yes; a wonderful resemblance." T wonder what became of Rarfkin?” Bob speculated idly. He had liked “I think he surmised I was going to locate here and he didn’t like the town.” Bob nodded. “Gone, is he? Well, maybe that was it” The girls caught sight of them as they approached the house and Clara ran to them. “Oh, there you are! Where’s your father. Bob?*’ “He’s gone.” “Oh, I wanted to see him!" /'You’ll see- him Monday." He laughed. “Come on. Let’s go and get an orange ice-cream soda." “Oh,j let’s! Come on, Josie." "We’ll be right along," said Broadway. "You go on ahead.” Josie came down the steps with less precipitancy than Clara, but she did not really hesitate. Broadway went to her with hand outstretched to help and that peculiarly earnest face he always wore when thinking deeply, even of the mo&t delightful subjects. “Do you care if I call you ‘Josie*?’’ he inquired. “He calls her ‘Clara’ and she calls him ‘Bob.’ ” "Why, that’s my name,"' said she with the simplicity of the frank country maiden. ' - He wasted not a moment’s time. “That’s not the reason I’m so anxious to," he said. “It’s because I’m fond of you. I love you, Josie.” "Why, how can you say such a thing?" : “Oh, I know, you heard I was engaged, but I’m not," he eagerly explained. “That was all a joke. I can’t explain it aH now. Will you marry me, Josie?!’ "What!” “I mean it; honestly, I do! What I’ve needed, all along, was an incentive.” > He was very earnest; perhaps he was not quite aware that he was slipping into words which she might possibly remember. “What I’ve needed all along was an incentive —something to work for. That’s what I've needed all my life. My—er—grandfather had something to work for and he handed it down to his children; now I want something to work for, which I can hand down to our —” “Why, Mr. Jones!” He did not even know that she was blushing. He was far too much in earnest. “Don’t call me Mr. Jones. You know, what I want you to call. me. Go on. Let me hear you say it, as you used to say it" ' “Jackson?” “No ; call me ‘Broadway.”’ “Why? Do you still love Broadway?” “I don’t quite know,” he answered as he gently drew her toward him and then kissed her. She did not resist or protest. “Come on,” he presently suggested. "Let’s you and me go get some ice cream soda, too.”

thought there was any harm in her doing so, whereas now a lady’s cigarette case is opened as soon as the coffee comes round, and she thinks it unnecessary to make the apologetic remark. In New York, the lady’s cigarette in public is still “taboo” In many of the restaurants; but the custom is beginning to make way in America. Whether husbands and fiances find smoky little mouths as pleasant to kiss as lips that are not smoke-dried is their own business.

Stammering Children.

Stammering is often caused 'by trying to force left-handed children to use the right hand, according to P. B. Ballard, London county council inspector of schools. He also asserts that to be left-handed was to be not merely awkward, but prone to wickedness. He presented many statistics. Out of one group of 645 left-handed children one per cent of pure left handers stammered, against 4.8 pet cent, of 399 being taught to use the right hand. In another group of 207 the figures were 4.2 per cent and 21.8 per cent respectively! Six out of ten left-handed children who had been taught to use the right hand were practically cured of stammering after being allowed to use the left hand exclusively for 18 months. There were twice as many left-handed boys as left-handed girls, and stammering was twice as prevalent among boys.

Dog’s Winter Wardrobe.

• A woman with * Maltese terrier went into a large department shop in Hew York it to related, to fit out her pet with his winter wardrobe and, after spending about >25 on what she deemed necessary for his health and comfort, remarked: "He’s worth a good many dollars, and I would rather spend all this than hate him get cold or sick.” What she bought Was a sweatsr for house, a beautiful cloth coat tor dressy street wear and boots.

The Master’s Dwelling Place

By REV. GEORGE E. GUILLE

Bible Teacher. Exteonon Departmaut Moody BiUo Institute, Oorago

TEXT—“Then Jesus turned, and saw them following, and saith unto them, What -seek ye? They said unto Him, Master, where dwellest thou? He saith unto them. Come and see. They came and saw where He dwelt and abode with Him that day: for it was about the tenth hour." John 1:38-39.»

full -heart that had found its all in Christ The testimony of such a heart Is never fruitless ; for “the two disciples heard him speak and they followed Jesus.” And that Is the effect of all true testimony for Christ; it moves men to follow him! When Jesus saw them following he turned with a question, one that was in itself quite natural but which has a deeper significance than appears on the surface —“What seek ye?” The import of the question lies in the tone and manner of the asking. On other lips than his, it might inean annoyance, suspicion, chagrin. • But we know perfectly how such a question was asked by him whose whole life was an invitation to men to come to him, and in whose every message can be seen the outstretched arms of the Savior; and, tiiough It forms a question, it was In reality a loving invitation, that at once drew out the hearts of the two following disciples. But what does it mean to those who are not following him? What rqbuke is in it? And the Lord presses that question upon every man, “What seek ye?" What is the aim of your life? What is its purpose? Have you put first things first? Until Christ gets his place before your heart nothing else can be right. Oh, happy heart! if you can say—“ Master, where dwellest thou? It is thou alone whom I seek, and above all things else I desire thee!" “Master, where dwellest thou ?” They had seen what Christ was to another heart and they longed to discover him thus for themselves. And those words sank into a heart more than responsive to such a desire. How eager he is for us to come to him! “God is faithful, 1 by whom ye were called into the fellowship of his Son, Jesus Christ, our Lord." He longs ever to have his own with himself, and we see in the next/place—“Come and see.” It is the only answer. There are some things that cannot be told, and the secrets about the Master’s dwelling place are among those unspeakable . things. If you would know, them you must “come and see" for yourself. The only man who was ever caught up to heaven and came back again, said: "I beheld unspeakable things which it is impossible for man to utter.” And of these unspeakable, unutterable things, the Master’s dwelling place is the present anticipation. This “Come and see” to following disciples is a call to them to learn of Christ first-hand. Many know nothing of him except through others. They hear what human, faulty witnesses say about him, but they do not learn from him. 0, soul, “Come, and see” for yourself where he dwells and let nlm speak to you of “the things concerning himself” with his own blessed lips of truth! Do not wait for others. No man has ever found his dwell-; Ing place and turned infidel. Scoffers and scorners have never been there with him. The rationalist, with his hostile criticism of Christy has never come to see. No man can find the place where he dwells and abide with him there, Without being filled with a deep sense of the reality of the “unspeakable things” and w<fh the overflowing joy of the Lord. The Response and the Blessing. “They came and saw where he dwelt” But where? No name la given; no place of earth la mentioned. Why this reserve? He was far from Nazareth where he had made his home, and we cannot forget the words that turned back a would-be fol--lower, "The Son of Man hath not where to lay his head.” • , But he has a dwelling place! The* eighteenth verse of the chapter tellsj us about it: “The only begotten Son, t which is ih the bosom of the Father.”! It is to that place of holy Intimacy i and companionship with himself toi which he invites and welcomes all hisl own. The Father’s bosom, the Son’si abode, is the place of blessing fori all who will “Come and.see.” - .._ O soul, if you would know these, things that cannot be told, “Come and! see" for yottreeK. - —i.——

These words present a "picture of exquisite beauty, a picture of the heavenly calling of the Lord’s people, >to whom it is given to find his dwelling place and to dwell there with him. The two disciples of the Baptist had heard his joyful «pxclamation: “Behold the Lamb of God!" It was the outpouring of a