Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 169, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 July 1914 — Page 2

WIKI AWAKENED EYES

By SYLVIA ST. JOHN.

There was once a boy who took a dreamy-eyed, pure-souled girl tor his wife. The vision of death, cold and naked, eternal, terrible and never-to-be-ended, had east a sudden pall over his world, and his sonl, smitten with the emptiness of its delights, fetched Out for something real —something that would endure. He found the girl. She had waited for her lover —the strong man of her dreams _ —aJl her life. True, it was but a little tale of childish years at best,..and when the boy—the boy with the soiled soul and the sin-smeared life -—told her of his love (and, indeed, he thought that he loved her), she questioned not, but gave herself to him, gladly and freely. For a little while all was well. The boy kept the memory of the shroud, the marble brow, the pulseless breast, the nameless terror of the hereafter; and the girl wife, so calmly unafraid, was love and life to him. But slowly the vision faded. The din of the world broke in upon him — the noise of the tumult that he loved. Clamorous voices called to him, and would not be denied. The girl wife, with her artless love, her transparent sincerity, her dreams and her absurd ideals, became hateful to him. He called her a hypocrite, but he knew in bis soul that he lied. Of all thiß, he told her nothing, and she, sweet soul, being a dreamer, dreamed on. She dreamed that his love for her, like her love for him, er beginning nor end. However, changed he was, and oh, he was changed! However her heart might grieve over him—and oh, the grief was bitter! —one thing she never questioned—his unchanging love. It was hard for the boy, these years, harder than for her. He had to endure her love, when every fiber of his being loathed her. The chain that bound him to her dragged heavily. He wondered sometimes that he did not break It, once' for all. But he could not; there was human goodness in him still; something of the primal man —man before the fall. Children were in the home, and each one was a mighty link, forged by nature, to hold him in the toils —he loved and hated them. The wife, too —the girl of dreams —he loathed her, yes—yet, there was the jealousy of possession —she was his—his to protect and care for, though despised. Still the girl dreamed on, and sickened him with her kisses. But the day of awakening was at hand —awakening for both. He, too, was a dreamer, though his dreams were evil dreams. She was brushing his coat one day, caressing it as if it were a living thing, and singing softly to herself, when a paper dropped from one of the pockets. She took it up—it was an v envelope, addressed in his handwriting to one whom she knew well. A sudden pang smote her through the heart. She opened the letter — there were fresh violets in it—and read —only a word or two, but enough! Ah, God! The girl who had kept her girl heart and her dreams through the long years, would never dream again! She was a woman, now, with a woman’s knowledge, and her infinite capacity for suffering. How long she sat there, conscious only of a mortal wound, a dull throbbing in her ears, a blindness in her eyes—she knew not. A careless whistle aroused her. The boy had come back for the forgotten letter. There sat his wife, and the letter had fallen at her feet. She stooped and handed it to him; and as she lifted her eyes to his, he saw that there were no dreams in them, but only memories. “You have read it,” he said mechanically, not as a question. “Yes.”

“It is all over then,” he said. There ■was an accent of despair in the word. He had lost her, and with instant realization he knew that in earth and heaven there was nothing so dear to him Her simplicity, her sincerity, her sweet unworldliness were jewels worth the ransom of a soul, now, to the fool who had despised them. But It was too late. There was a Are smoldering on the hearth. He raked the coalß together and threw the letter in the midst, violets and all, watching with a fierce delight as it shriveled into ashes. At last he turned and fixed his gaze from the /hearth. He moved toward her and took up his hat, holding it in his hand as a chance caller might, before he went away. Yet he delayed, as seconds ran into minutes. He could not go until she knew, though it was, too late now. But his tongue failed him —the ready tongue, so glib at lies, halted at the truth. “I cannot ask you to believe me,” he said—the words were heavy, indistinct, but truth spoke in them—"l have lost all claim upon your confidence; but I love you — you only. I have been mad—besotted—but I love you, now. I ought to be sorry for you, but I apt thinking of myself. I shall .narur look upon your face again. Oh! thy God!” He had awakened from his dream ,of sinful pleasure. The boy hiqj grown to be a man In that hour, and knew that in all the world there was no one so good, so beautiful, so altogether to be desired as the wife he bad de-

“Good-by," he said, with despair In his voice, and would have passed out, but she stayed him with a gesture. "Wait!" she breathed with difficulty. “God give me light!" And crossing to her room she shut the door. Like a criminal who knows the verdict, and the judge, the man sank into a chair. The little children cried in vain for mother that night v The eldest, a girt with her mother's dreamy eyes, gave them bread and milk, and hushed them to sleep. Down on her knees, the stricken woman crouched, not praying, but waiting for light—longing, hoping, but resigned to God’s will, whatever it might be. Must she condemn him — now, when he loved her? The broken marriage law witnessed against him. He had despised and rejected her —a wife of youth—but oh, she loved him! Must she send him away, homeless, without a wife or children —where there would be none to watch for his comfort —none to be glad of it just for love’s sake? Could the good God require of her that merciless justice? When she sent him away she took from him his last hope of a renewed life, and doomed him to sink lower. Oh, if she might but keep him, guard him, love him, forget the broken law! Women never forgave this sin—women who loved righteousness and hated sin. She would obey God, though she perished—though he perished, which was infinitely more terrible to contemplate. But, oh, if she might forgive him! There was the written word—with sudden, trembling hope she rose from her knees and got her Bible from the table. She opened it and laid her finger at random on a passage. At first she dared not look. When she did, her face, red with weeping, bleached white. God had indeed spoken—her imger pointea u 5 & action oi tne oia law, Lev. 20:10. There was no appeal from that —the words seemed spoken in her ear—he must die. It was the law. The struggle was ended —she would not fight against God. Once again she read the dread sentence, fingering each word as a child might, and this time a reference, in finer type, caught her eye. It was John 8:3. With trembling, uncertain fingers, she found the reference, and, awed and humbled, read again that wonderful story of divine forgiveness. She read it through, to the great absolution, “Neither do I condemn thee; go and sin no more.” He, the. pure God, the anointed Christ, could forgive, for his great love. Surely, then, she might, nay, must. Sobbing with awed joy, she fell upon her knees and broke into thanksgiving. Day was breaking when she stepped into the outer room. Her husband sat huddled up in a great arm-chair, before the flreless grate. He had fallen into an uneasy doze. Love, love unutterable was in her eyes as they rested on him and noted the marks of suffering on his face. Noiselessly she kindled the fire, and when the light and the returning warmth awoke him to a sense of renewed comfort she was standing before him, her loving arms outstretched. ' “‘Neither do I condemn thee,’ my darling, my darling!” she cried, and falling on her knees, she hid her face upon his breast.

What of the years before them? Will he, as the memory of that bloody agony grows dim, take that divine forgiveness as a light thing, or will he, indeed, “sin no more?” Will the world seem void —unanswering—now that she faces it with awakened eyes? Will-she look backward, longingly, to the Land of Dreams, and forget to “march breast forward” with those who “fall to rise?” Who dare say? Yet, marvelous as life or death, is the mystery of forgiveness—limitless as eternity—fathomless as the heart, is the miracle of love. (Copyright, by Dally Story Pub. Co.)

Cling to Old Beliefs.

Holiday-makers who visit the English Lakeland, and regard it as a beautiful place in which to rest from strenuous work in order to be fit for harder work, would probably be surprised to learn that in the quiet hamlets among the Cumbrian fells motor cars are still regarded as curiosities, and superstitious customs and beliefs are much as they were a hundred years ago. Funeral feasts have lost much of their character, but a number of curious customs still survive. The bees have at once to be informed of any death that takes place. Some one, generally a woman dressed in blacb, whispers to them what has occurred. - Sometimes they take a holiday in consequence. At other times they continue their work, but, in any case, hives are braided with black, and on the dfiy of the funeral wine and sweet butter are placed in the garden or orchard for their consolation. A silk scarf is usually distributed to each man who attends a funeral, and there was one person so much In demand for these melancholy occasions that in time he had collected a sufficient number of scarfs to allow of his wife making herself aJM*B<i..new silk dress.

Talking About Life.

He had lived in the city only a short* time and was having a talk with a young woman one evening. “Was there much life in the country town from which you came?” she sSeesT*ke exclaimed, promptly.- “You ought to have seen the gatherings in our cemetery of a

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ROOSEVELT -WILLARD WEDDING PARTY AT MADRID

The first photograph of the Roosevelt-Willard wedding party, showing the bride, the groom, the groom’s father and the bridesmaids who attended-the~beautiful -Belle- Willard, daughter of the- United States-ambassador to Spain, at her wedding to Kermit Roosevelt, son of Col. Theodore Roosevelt. The groom is at the right, with arms behind -him nnntnri nt th-a rlght. - Calonel-JtoQfleyelt fs_.Blanding almost directly behtmLher:

COFFEE IN DEMAND

Porto Rican Crop Wanted Abroad But Not in* United States. Grapefruit and Cocoanuta Offer Big Opportunities for Investment, Although Sugar and Tobacco Still . Lead as Exports. Washington, D. C.—The coffee raised in our island possession, Porto Rico, is in great demand abroad and the foreign market places it, at the top of the price list of coffees from all over the world, according to experts at the United States department of agriculture’s Porto Rican experiment station. However, the people of the United States have developed a taste for a different kind of coffee, and the preference of a great many people/ will have to be changed in order to obtain a larger market for Porto Rican coffee in this country. The cost of changing the acquired taste of the American seems too great to justify the attempt so long as such excellent prices are obtained elsewhere for the product. ' ' During the past year, says the new-ly-issued annual report of the department’s station in Porto Rico, the value of the exports of coffee amounted to a great deal more than they ever have since the American occupation. Better cultivation and higher prices havn ennhlAri tha <-nffee Industry to show great progress, and planters are now following better practises in the selection of their seed for planting. The department’s station is Introducing the so-called “Java” and other coffees which are yielding better than native coffee and giving a higher percentage of large and uniform grains. The coffee is grown for distribution to planters on the Island and has been resulting in greater yields as well aB in better prices for the planters. Of the coffee exported during the past year, $8,378,346 .worth went to foreign countries, while 0n1y5132,970 worth went to the United States. Although today there exists a benefit of tariff, the coffee is still following the old lines of trade established by tariff laws during the Spanish regime, it is a marked indication of the truth that trade established upon preference of taste for a certain product is a most difficult one to change. However, associations and individuals are still striving to extend the market and to gain even a higher reputation for the coffee of Porto Rico. The grapefruit industry which started from nothing ten years ago’lS now thriving in Porte* Rico and promises good returns to the man with perseverance, industry, and personal supervision. Porto Rico is safe from frosts that threaten the industry oh the mainland and at the open door of the best market in the world —New Yorjf and the eastern seaboard. The grapefruit industry represents the highest type of intensive farming, and is sure to increase to a much greater extent in-Porto Rico as the trees which are already planted come into bearing. The value of the exports of grapefruit last year ($726,687) was exceeded by the exports of two other fresh-fruit industries which have been established for a much greater period in the island. Oranges were the value of $740,010, ahd pineapples to the value of $1,142,007; $151,681" worth of canned pineapples "ivaa also exported. There is considerable planting of cocoanuta in Porto Rico and 'there are extensive areas yet where these tiroes may be profitably set out X cocoanut grove, properly cared tor, yields a sure and steady income. BetAm milHvatiait tha growing nf Vftgfltir MU CUtUTBUWII DWW psvwwiw ■■■

bles among the trees, the utilization of seaweed and other manures, yield excellent returns over cost The value of exports of cocoanuts for the past year amounted to $352,390. Besides being Interested in oocoanuts, the department’s agricultural station has a number of other nutbearing trees on trial, both etfible and 1 oil-bearing, and it Is hoped that some will prove profitable for cultivation there. Although the other agricultural products show such great promise, sugar and tobacco still continue to lead all others by a big margin. The exports of sugar during the last year had a total value of $27,226,905, while the value of the tobacco exports were, manufactured, $5,824,030; unmanufactured, $3,188,227. Planters are, now introducing improved varieties of cane, while the cultivation and fertilization of the crop has been vastly improved. On the other hand, lands not well suited to the crop have been planted and others have been continuously planted to cane, so that yields have been reduced to a minimum. Many of these lands will now go out of cultivation. Porto Rican tobacco, as well as sugar, is being improved in quality. This improvement is resulting in its finding a larger market and increasing prices. There is a large population skilled in certain lines of tobacco manufacturing such as cigar-making.

TUMULTY IS AVERSE TO CATS

Secretary to President Refuses to Sign Lease for Cottage Until Felines Are Barred. Washington.-—Secretary to the President Joseph P. Tumulty refused to sign a lease for his summer cottage at Avon-by-the-Sea until a clause stat-

Joseph P. Tumulty.

ing that the vicinity was free from cats was inserted. Mr. Tumulty was greatly annoyed by nocturnal gatherings of cats last year.

False Teeth Fill Street.

" Chicago.—The explosion of a vulcanizing machine in a dentist’s office sent a shqwer of false teeth down upon the heads of State (street pedestrians.

Leaves Many Descendant^..

XamarT 3|M£J£j " Taehhower, ninety-seven, who died here, left more than fine hundred descend—l> "*• - ’ ;

SAVING ART IRKS

How Paintings Hacked by Women Are Restored. Professionals Only Need a Hot Ironi Strong Fish Glue, Manila Paper and New Canvas—Many Men Are Experts. * —•=. London.—Although Mr. Sargent-8 portrait of Mr. Henry the not 1 - elist, was badly hacked by a cleaver wielded by a suffragette at the opening of the Royal academy, it will not be an over difficult task to repair it. The work of restoration has been intrusted to Maj. George C. Roller, says London Tit-Bits.

In restoring the portrait the canvas, after the painted surface has been protected with tissue paper, will be placed on a slate table. The back will then be covered with a sticky fluid, which will be pressed through to the surface of the picture with a heated iron. In this way the canvas will contract, and the cuts in it will close up. The canvas will finally be —relined, and many spots where paint may be missing will be filled in by the restorer with a special preparation. There are men in London who fob low the profession of picture restoring; who are able to restore old paintings of value which have large holes in them, or the materials on which they are executed hanging in threads Moreover, they can, when necessary, transfer a painting to a new canvas. If a picture of which the canvas is cracked, torn or rotted wit£ age is handed to a clever restorer, the first •thing he does is to purchase a neir canvas the same size as the old one. Having obtained this, he glues a sheet of stout manila paper to the picture. He then carefully scrapes away the old canvas, This is a job that might oocupy him for several days, or week* if the canvas is a large one. Having removed every bit of canvas, the grounds upon which paint lies are taken away by solvents or gentle scraping, until nothing remains but the fragile shell of pigment adhering to the paper. The new canvas is then covered with the strongest fish glue obtainable, and pressed firmly down upon the paper bearing the picture. As soon as the painting is firmly attached to its neW foundation nothing remains but to take off the manila paper. This can be done with hot water, and the Burface of the painting has only to be cleaned to look as bright as it waa when the artist painted it We believe it was M. Haquin, a French artist of note, who first sue* cessfully transferred a panel painting to canvas. He glued a sheet of paper over the surface of the paiptlnf, and afterward upon this a fine layer of muslin. When the glue was dry he planed down the panel until it was ot the thinness of match wood, when he scraped off the remainder with a long, flexible knife. This done, the men skin of color held together by the paper and muslin was left, and it was a comparatively easy task to glue this to a canvas and remove the paper an< muslin. If an old picture has a portion of its pigment missing this may be replaced by an artist with colors from a brush but sometimes old hat worthless paint ings are used for the purpose. When the coloring of the drapery flesh, foliage or sky, as the case ma] be, is found to match exactly the missing portion tt ls cnt"cnit to stzH ant glued on the canvas, the edges of th# joint being made imperceptible by tht aid of the brush.

BEST METHOD FOR CABBAGE

Culinary Expert Telle How the Vegetable May Be Berved Up In Appetizing Way. Cabbage, and other vegetables that form into heads, should be soaked in ~coia~ "wafer, Beads down, to which salt or a little vinegar has been added. This will drive out worms or insects if any are in mulngr among" tow tearu Half an hour is long enough to allow the vegetables to remain in the water. Take one-half or one-quirfter of the head of cabbage, according to quantity required, and shave it down fine, as- for slawr ptit it in very cold water, enough 4© just cover it, and let It stand until crisp; pour off this water and add fresh cold water to barely cover it and p&ce over the fire; cover and bring quickly to boiling; then remove cover , and boil rapidly untiTTt begins toTooK dear; pour off the water, season to taste with salt and pepper, add butter generously, a tablespoonful to two cupfuls of cabbage, and turn into a heated dish and serve. Hot cream, cream sauce, sour cream sauce or cheese sauce may be served with it," but it is served plain with butter and seasoning. If any is left over chill thoroughly and seffe ua~a salad with green, peppers or leftover string beans or peas or fresh tomatoes, using French dressing.—Lida Ames Willis. _

ALL AROUND the HOUSE

If you have difficulty in making your pancakes or griddle cakes brown to-a Tiirn"add~arspoonful - br half a spoontul of molasses to the batter and note how easily and prettily they brown. The bit of sugar or molasses does not change the taste or proportions of other ingredients. Waxed paper is a good thing to wrap about the articles of food before placing them in the refrigerator. It should also be wrapped about cheese and like edibles that must be kept in a dry place. Fly specks and dirt on mirror surfaces may be rubbed off with a cream made of whiting and alcohol. When the strainer on the kitchen faucet refuses to work well try a vinegar bath. The deposit from the water has clogged the tiny openings, and no amount nf brushing will clear them so well as an overnight soaking in a cupful of vinegar.

Canadian Pudding.

Make sauce q£ one quart sliced apples, one-third cup sugar, one-third cup water, a little nutmeg; stew gently, then pour into buttered pudding dish and pour over it the following batter: One pint flour, one egg, salt, one cup milk, two level teaspoons sugar, onehalf tablespoon melted butter, one teaspoon cream of tartar, one-half teaspoon soda; bake in a moderate oven;, serve with the following sauce: Onehalf pint boiling water, one-half teaspoon salt, one tablespoon cornstarch, teaspoon of butter; soak this till It thickens, then cool before adding one cup sugar beaten with yolks of two eggs. Lastly, whip in stiffly, beaten whites of eggs.

Braised Liver With Bacon.

For a three-pound piece of liver have ready one onion cut in thin slices, onehalf cupful of carrot dice, one-half cupful of bacon cubes, one-half cupful of tomato, a bit of bay leaf, sprig of parsley, one-half teaspoonful of whole peppers and pinch of thyme. Place the liver on a bed of vegetables, lay thin slices of bacon over the top, cover and cook slowly one hour, hasting with bacon fat and water, strain the liquor remaining in pan and serve with the liver. Ts the liquid fs too thin, thicken with flour. <

Raspberry Cakes.

A delicious baked dessert calls' for one pint of red raspberries. Sprinkle with a little powdered sugar, and when they have stood for an hour drain off a cupful of Juice. Now make a batter with two tablfispoonfuls of butter, one-half cupful of granulated sugar, the berry juice, one and onehrflf cupfuls of flour into which has been sifted one teaspoonful of baking powder and the beaten whites of two eggs. Bake in muffin tins and servo with crushed raspberry sauce.

Marshmallow Pudding.

One-half pound marshmallows, each cut into three or four pieces with scissors into a (fish you will serve it from. Add one can shredded pineapple and let stand several hours. Just before serving cover top with whipped cream. This is truly delicious. You can substitute any other fruit, but I am very fond ofjhe pineapple.

Raspberry Whip.

.Simplest of all raspberry desserts ia raspberry whip. This calls for the Whites of egg beaten very light, flavored to taste with powdered sugar and flavored with the fresh juice of crushed raspberries. It should be mixed just before serving.

To Remove GlosS.

Gloss can be removed from black ■ilk by sponging It with cold coffee and ammonia: X'Tewpmmflai ot ammonla to a cupful of coffee Is the right quantity.