Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 170, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 July 1914 — Page 2

RIAL TEST OF VALOR

IDA IDA SPEED.

(Copyright.) Tip Taylor never was much of a hand at high finance. He took the con* tract to paint the D Gar,windmill for five dollars, and used up six dollars’ worth of paint on the tower before ever he got as high as the wheel and r 3ian. . • All the Square Deal folkß thought he . was due to lose, because he used such a unchristian shade of blue. Windmillß bein' about all the relief we git to the landscape thataway, we’re kinder finicky as to the color of the same, This here Tip had been a cow-hand oft and on all his life, but he’d never reached the point where he was one of the toppies yet, and he couldn’t even make a livin’ at It For, although he was a pretty fair rider, he was such a irresponsible cuss he’d never got no further than tendin’ the day herd and such like. So he took such jobs as paintin’ windmills to help out on the side. zZ One evenin’ in Christmas week I was loafin’ around the Strong Brothers’ store when little Nettie Brockton was dispensin’ smiles and language sweetthe sorghum substitute she sold, when Tip comes in. Nettie had been givin’ Bud Regan cause to be glad he is livin’ by her condescendin’ to talk to him indlvid- , ual for a few minutes, and he’B leanin’ “over the counter lookin’ square in her eyes while frbm the other side she balances herself on the palms of her -little hands, and about ever’ third word lifts her 90 pounds of pure sweetness close to Bud’s face. - Every time she does ihls he ketcheß his breath like a feller loopin’ the loop and swallers so I can hear him across the aisle. Tsp walks up bold and puts both hands on Bud’s shoulders, kinder leanin’ over him to talk to his damsel. “All the boys are in four bits on a party at your house tonight, Net,’’ he says careless. “Oh, don’t have It in my house,” says Nettie. “We can’t dance there, you know.” “We ain’t particular about dancin’,” 6ays Tip, reachin’ around in the showcase and helpin’ hisself to some cocoanut candy. “At least I shore ain’t If I can talk to you.” “All right,” says Nettie pacified. “Come ahead then.” Old Mrs. Couzens come in just then to buy a hank of red yarn, and as the boys walk out of the store I hear Tip ask Bud for the loan of a dollar. “I’ll let you have four bits,” says Bud, diggin’ up a 50-cent piece, “then Til lose half and so will you,” which was so, because Tip never charged nothin’ but his memory with what he owed, and that usually failed him. r Well, that night Tip was the only feller there that had on regular party rtogs, him havin’ borrowed the best that was in town from all the boys there, and the others havin’ to take Tip’s leavin’s. ; Poor Bud contributed the coat for the occasion, and he had on a sorry lookin’ little cream-colored, summer flannel one hisself, that bein’ all he, had left. ; His hair set up in front in a kind of aThiekbrushyand he had a real foolish way of duckin’ his head to one side when he laughed, caused altogether from his bein’ bashful out in society, for old Bud had plenty of sense. It blows up a norther about time for this here function to begin, and altho’ Nettie has a good fire in the heater in the north room where the party is, Bud is chilly, havin’ took off his wool cow-puhchin’ shirt and put on a cotton one with that little flannel coat, so he sets over next to the stove, his head back against the - rough pine partition, and listens to the others talk. After while Tip, who always keeps the ball a rollin’ at such places, gits up and proposes to play “Take Back What You Borrow,” and it took nerve for Tip to suggest that game, too! Well, the boys all git their partners, and there never bein’ enough girls to go around in this western country, and Bud bein’ timid, course he was one of the left-overs. Old Mrs. Brockton sails in about the time for the game to begin, and sees him settin’ there with his chair tilted back, lookin’ like he wasn’t enjoyin’ hisself. “Come on, Bud,” she says jolly, "I ain’t got no partner.’’

Course Bud bein’ crazy ’bout Nettle was powerful tickled to git a chance to please the old lady, so be starts forward. A pained look comes over his face. He leans back again and says he believes he don’t keer to play. \ “Oh, come on,” says Mrs. Brockton, holdin' out her hand friendly. Then Tip Taylor lets out his big, boisterous laugh, which calls everybody’s attention to the fact that Bud’s mop of hair has stuck to a pine knot which the heat from the stove has turned to soft resin, so with one desperate effort Bud pulls loose, leavin’ a lock of his hair stlckln’ to the side of the butldln’. -Nettle,” hollers Tip, dyin’ a laughin’, "there's Bud’s scalp you can fasten to your belt!” and Bud almost went through the floor, knowin’ that Tip took advantage of his" plight to make him ridiculous before Nettie and her ms. Fam&rotty nesra month after that Bud hides out and Tip gits to be the Whole cheese with little Nettie. Than old man Gresham, who owns

the D Bar outfit, sends Tip and Bud up to our ranch where we’re roundin’ up, to git a bunch of strays that he’s got there, v Tip asks Nettie, and two girls from back East who are visitin’ her, to go along, knowin’ they can stay with my wife while there, and have a dance that night, returnin’ the next day. It wasn’t but 12 miles, so they come. 7* Now, on the way up to the Double Two, Tip gits to hurrahin’ Bud about them bein’ rivals. “Let's just make her say which is the best man before we git back to Square Deal tomorrow,"*rguggests to Bud, winkin’ at the girls. Course Bud, havin’ no self-confi-dence, hates to Bee it come to a test that-a-way, him bein’ willin’ to take what treatment she glveß thank* you, too. But Tip insists on a show-down and at last Nettie lays down the rules of the Contests- “ What I really’ like,” she says, “is good ridin’. The best rider Is the best man with me.” “I’m afraid that lets me out,” says Bud, duckin’ his head to one side. “Tip’ll ride any outlaw yo\j can put up, and I’m afraid to Bet on the fence and watch ’em pitch.” Tfeey got here just in dinner IBHFfBS-eKffcKwagon wlffi drawed H up by the side of the bam and sheds. Tip was just goin’ to pot for his fourth helpin’ of frijoles, him havin' a' noble appetite, when he thinks of his rival, 'tp“Where’s Bud?” he asks. “Oh, there he is I” he says, “settin’ on the grindstone to sharpen his appetite. Eat hearty, Bud,” he calls out, “we’ve got them stunts to pull off after while.” “I ain’t hungry,’* says Bud, “Ilm just feelin’ real common today.” •- That makes Tip pretty near fall in the camp-fire laughin’, and he looks at Nettie, and nods his head towards Bud, then stomps his foot and laughs some more, though she don’t take no notice of him at all. And of all the wild and reckless stunts Tip does ’em that afternoon, whilst Bud does all the work they’re both sent to do, cuttin’ old man Gresham's stock out of the herd, and afterwards pennin’ ’em fer the night. About the time they had finished brandin’ the last calf in the bunch we had sold, old Mankiller come up to the trough for water. Those old horses go several days without liquid refreshment in the winter because they’re too blamed lazy to walk the three or four miles to git it. This horse must have been pretty thirsty, for he’s a old wolf that’s killed two men and is so wild he won’t usually come up where humans are. The notion strikes Tip Taylor to ride him and, in spite of the outlaw’s pawin’ and bitin’, Tip has roped him and got a saddle on him in less time that it would take to tell how he done it „ He wasn’t even satisfied with that, for with all of us lookin’ on, and the women screamin’ and beggin’ him to git off, his daredevil spirit is aroused right _ Along"comes a wild hog out from the shinnery just as Tip’s castin’ around for something more reckless to do, and this here fool Blams his rope on the “javelina.” Well, if the thing had been excitin’ before, it was plumb perilous now! That hog drove his tushes in the ground, and jerked, and fought, and -old Mankiller begins to bite the rope, and right in the it all the horse gives a sudden turn so the rope, which of course, Is fastened to the saddle horn, gits stretched across Tip’s leg and begins to cut down into the flesh.

You could see the boy begin to git white and sick, for that grass rope was grindln’ into his leg, and the hog was holdin’ it tight at one end whilst old Mankiller plunged and couldn't be turned. About 16 cow-punchers stood helpless while the women stopped screamin' and everybody seemed to hold their breath for an Instant Then through the air flew a pair of fringed leather leggin’s and the man in ’em covered the space between us and Tip in. Just exactly nothing. We saw a pair of arms grapple with that old man-eater’s snarlin’, bitin’ head and, when it was tucked between his right arm and pressed tight to his side, he goes in his pocket with his deft hand and rips out a knife, which he with this teeth and cuts the rope right at the saddle-horn just as we run up. The man was Bud Began. We are Just in time to ketch Tip as he topples out of the saddle in a dead faint and we let old Mankiller go, saddle, bridle and all, for the time bein’. The ladles bein’ on horses, galloped up and ask anxious if Tip is hurt bad, all but little Nettie Brockton. She sees and understands the whole performance, for she has not been watchln’. Tip. "Bud," she says In a trembly voice, "oh. Bud. did he bite you?” "No, ma’am,” says Bud, takin’ off his hat polite. "I held him so close he couldn’t.” Then I comes up, thinkin’ to speak a word of praise to the medal winner, but Nettie's back is turned and she don’t see me so I hear her say low: "Bud, there is something I like better than a good rider.” His face lights up with interest while he still looks up into her eyes adorin’.. "It’s a brave man,” she says, and hdlds otti her hand to him whlch hA takes like a pet bear handlin' • year of oom.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

Plan to Recover Tibers's Treasures

FtOM the River Tiber that Rome once worshiped to a bustling office in _ Church street, New York city, is a far cry,hutrhe void between the two has been spanned. __z: Beneath those sluggish watera, which received the prayer of a “Gitizen of Rome” and were braved by Goth and Gaul and Vandal, lie, according to archeologists, treasurers such as the museums of the world do not boast; treasures of bronze and of marble and gold, or melted into wonder works of art; and, perhaps, that fabled Candelabrum of the Jews, Of pnra gold, nf weight nnn talent and a half, and three feet high. The cry is to recover those treasures. It was sent to James C. Stewart, a New York contractor, years ago, and though nothing has been accomplished since then he has not lost interest in the project, but is willing and eager to give what assistance he can, either technical or financial, to recover the loßt treasures of an ancient day. First Proposed Ten Years Ago. It was nearly ten years ago that Mr. Stewart first heard of the project from Professor CirQ, the Italian archeologist. At that time Mr. Stewart was in England astonishing the engineering world by his feats and arousing the admiration of King Edward and the admiralty. ■■ , He was one of the first American pioneers to show England the effl-

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clency of American methods. His fame spread; ’way off in Italy esthetic dreamers and practical promoters heard of him. And they wrote him of what lay beneath the Tiber and asked whether he could undertake the work, declaring that the Italian government was ready to grant concessions. Mr. Stewart was busy and the affair languished. The treasures still remain where they were. But as the years have passed Mr. Stewart’s interest —practical, artistic and sentimental has increased, until he is ready to associate himself with any one ready to encourage the work or to aid any one who wants to undertake it. Mr. Stewart looks like a typical keen and alert American business man. He is, but the lure of that treasure hunting is upon him and he admits it with a smile. “It’s entirely practicable, though,” said he. “It would be the easiest sort of Job. There would be no question of diverting the course of the Tiber, but merely one of dredging it, and that could be readily and quickly accomplished. We own the most powerful dredging machines in the world, and the Tiber’s bed of soft silt would offer us very little difficulty. We would just scoop the bed of the river up and practically go placer mining for the treasures that. I am ready to believe are there. “I’ve never contemplated doing the Job. because it’s never really been a concern of mine. All I kpow is that several archeologists and promoters wrote me it years ago, but the matter dropped there. “I know,-too, that the plan has been frequently proposed, but for some reason or other never executed. Why the Italian government doesn’t take it in hand I don’t understand; we would do It over here. It would qot be particularly costly and the findings. I’m quite sure, would give us some of the most wonderful works of art as well as treasures to which an enormous sentimental interest would attach. "If others do seriously mean to prosecute the work I am perfectly willing to associate mywir with just to give financial aid. It seems to Ml that there are enough art lovers'

in this country who would be willing to subscribe the comparatively small ampunt necessary to carry It out. Personally I don’t know why it isn’t done or when It will be done, but I am surf it will be sooner or later. 37 “I received my first intimation of the idea when I was over in England, in 1902, building the Westinghouse works and doing work for the English admiralty. They made quite a bit of fuss over our work at that time; the rapidity of the methods, the general efficiency, seemed to amaze them, and as a result it got to be embarrassing to pick up a paper. Well, I suppose .that’s why the Italians- sent me the data abouUthe River Tiber. Passively Interested. “It interested me, of course, but mostly in ar historical and sentimental way. I never took any action. But I’ve been —what shall I say?—passively interested ever since. “The idea that in that river bed may lodge wonderful statues of marble and hrongp a-nd hosts and coins, as Well as implements and weapons of all sorts, and that the Candelabrum of the Covenant that stood in the Tabernacle in King David’s house may he resting there, covered over with the silt of centuries, makes one keen to help to dig them out or to encourage others to do so.” The quest for buried treasure is as old as the human race itself. . Ever since the mythical expedition of thef Argonauts in l search of the Golden

SCENE ALONG THE TIBER.

Fleece of Colchis, men have wandered all over the face of the earth in their search for the hidden wealth that is reputed to lie secure in many hiding places. Even in this day of cynical incredulity we hear, now and again, of the outfitting of a new expedition for the recovery of the pilfered gold that noted freebooters extracted from the holds of the Spanish galleons. It is not remarkable, then, that even so hard-headed an individual as a prosperous New York contractor should be interested in the recovery of a treasure that will make the pirate spoils of Captain Kidd look, in comparison, like a handful of coppers. Nor is it strange, that the kingdom of Italy should be willing to give Its consent to a plan that will enrich its coffers as -well as benefit its national capital, the city of Rome.

Men who are taking the Forest Rangers’ course at the College of Agriculture, University of Wisconsin, realize the bugbears of camp cookery to the uninitiated. As a result they have taken the opportunity offered them of spending four hours a week in the domestic science department, planning food combinations, learning the fundamentals of cookery and studying the market to know what and when to buy. Practise is given in the preparation of such foods as condensed milk, desiccated eggs, dried fruits and dehydrated vegetables, A sample day’s rations prepared by the forest rangers follows: Breakfast—Stewed prunes, cream of wheat, bacon, fried potatoes, toast and coffee. Dinner—Tomato soup, beefsteak, carrots, mashed, potatoes, bread and butter and pumpkin pie. Supper—Creamed chipped beef, boiled potatoes, bread, butter, Jam and tea.

A Spring Touch.

Mrs. Smart—George, dear, while you are having money troubles I ought to tell you that I learned today why your 1 ' rival, Mr. Fllbb’s, credit has suddenly become so good. Smart—Well, why? Mrs. Smart —I overheard some ope remark thstFlibb’s fiances must be all right, because his wife was wearing such elegant new* bats and gowns.

Rangers Learn How to Cook.

SHOW PAST IN ITS TRUTH

Buildings Which Have Survived Are the Most Valuable Historical Reo> ords the World Has. It has been said that history was the written order of things. No doubt what had been written was of enormous value, but it was not all, and even where we had a literature of the past It was iD some cases not the greater part of what conveyed the past to us, said Prof. “Blinders Petrie. in London, the Philadelphia Public Ledger states. Where should we be in the understanding of the ancient Greeks if there were no statuary and no sculpture? How could we understand their magnificent senße of accuracy, precision and refinement if there were no architecture to study?- Many years ago, with regard to the great question of the restoration of the Parthenon, the objection was made that no person could ever get to know precisely how the columns were put together. Professor Petrie thought it was only a question of measurements, and he bought a lathe in Athens and did some careful measurements. To his intense surprise he found he eould not detect the errors. There were none. He thought he was going to deal With tenths of an tech, but he found he had to deal with hundredths. Hew the~ Greeks did .It, he did not understand. He could not comprehend the physical means of doing: ft on that seale. - That was only an instance of bow much a building c6uld teach them. Who could appreciate the accuracy, the sense of perfection and the sense of beauty, if we bad not these material remains? Then, if they looked a little later, let them consider how miserable was the greater part of the histories of the emperors. What did they understand of Rome? They understood the Coliseum the majesty of it and* the eruelty of it —they could understand the magnificent temples, the great architecture, and they could see from tint what Rome was far better than by reading all the imperial historians. And if they looked a little rater what was there in the whole writings of the thirteenth century which gave them suck a perfect picture of the medieval mind as Salisbury cathedral? He ventured to give these a» ffiastrations of the value of the material civilization side "By side with the civilization of the people, because he thought they would enable them to grasp perhaps more clearly how much they could ascertain and feel and know about the civilization of which they had material remains. They enabled them to understand the feelings, sentiments and ideals of those bygone men from their literature. The question of material evidence might seem a dead and dull thing, but he ventured to think jhey were as much a key to the mental designs and powers, as any other form of expression.

Remembers Flora Temple.

Spectators at the United shoo machinery trial yesterday in the limited States district court enjoyed the repartee between Judge- Putnam and Frederic P. Fish of counsel for the defense, says a Philadelphia paper. Attorney Fish was arguing on the patent question involved in. the anti-trust suit against the United company. aadAfi ft, means of illustrating a point remarked: “You can put a race horse in a plow and you can put a plow horse in'a race.” Here Judge Putnam interrupted to say? “Flora Temple was a plow horse.” “Yes,” responded Attorney Fish, “but she soon got out of it I remember seeing her in a box car at Taunton.” ‘*Why, I didn’t think yon were that old,”, replied Judge Putnam. “Oh, Lord,” replied Attorney .Fisli, “you don’t know what an old fellow I am. I remember Flora Temple well, and I know what her time was, too. It was 2:27.” By this time the whole courtroom full of lawyers and spectators was in roars of laughter, and Judges Dodge and Brown, sitting with Judge Putnam, joined in the merriment.

Cat Trees Peanut-Thief Squirrel.

Policemen are reputed to have a penchant for fruit-stand peanuts, but the Judiciary square squirrels cause the Greek who conducts the store opposite City hall the most anguish, as they are a thieving lot. IJourly they cross the street on foraging expeditions, but one nearly came to grief, says an exchange. The squirrels became eo bold in preying on the peanuts that the Greek recently installed a large cat as guardian of the-stand. While the cat apparently was snoozing on the shady side of the stand an unsuspecting squirrel slipped up. The feline* leaped and so did the little thief, the latter up a small tree. For nearly two hours the terrified squirtal hung on a limb with Thomas keeping a sharp vigil below. A fox terrier came along about noon and drove puss into the store. The squirrel snatched a peanut and ran back to the park in triumph.

Petroleum for Germany.

Petroleum deposits of considerable extent have been discovered near Bitape in the southwest of German New Guinea, and the whole territory has, subject to the consent of the imperial council, been declared a close reserve In order that no mining claims may be established by private individuals qr concerns. It is expected that the relehstag will vote $126,000 to be spept by the local authorities- in boring and prospecting. NothIng definite so far is knows concerning tie quality of the petroleum or the extent of the supply,

WORLD’S OLDEST BOOK

SOME FACTS CONCERNING PACK OF PLAYING CARDS. - v: ' ~-:V - Have Been Known as Far Back a* H istory Reaches, and Their Significance Has Seldom Been Thor- '' : '• oughly Appreciated. * 37 “The oldest book in the woefd,” said the wise woman of the party of card players, indicating the pack of* cards held in v her hands. “Its leaves have been called playing cards since the fourteenth century, but they were known as far back as history reaches, by the Chinese, Persians and Egyptians, not to name the ancient® of prehistoric times. A pack of cards s&M to be a thousand years old is preserved in the numeuin of the Royal Asiatic society, “The women who play bridge ail the morning and then all the afternoon, and after that go to bridge parities to the evening,” said another of* the pasty, “little think what ancient thing® they are ploying with. Bilk wfiat was the purpose of this booth in the time Before it Became a game?”' “Ther myatte hook,” answered-th® wise woman, “held the hidden wisdom of. the ancient world. It wan used by the priests fit their temples when time was young. GUI its origin Egyptian or what you will, it lafull of astronomical symbolism, and' the wisdom, of number®;: each learning as mem had; of old was carefully concealed from; thee uninitiated. But to those who« could; read it the my® tic test book: was a veritable' book of fate. “The cards,, for. one- thins, are all symbols of the- astrological* a*rt. Each one is an emblem, It would tire you If I would attempt fix go> into the subject deeply. 1 ! can' only glhncß along the top wave® of the- dfeep l ocean. But notice a; few particular® which lie upon the surface; “The 52 emblems, or pages of this' book represent the 52: week® in the year. The 12 count emhlhms are the--12 months, the 13 cards lh: each suitr represent the sun; and! the 12 sign® of the zodiac; the four- suit- figures thefour seasons. “Further —but this you-, care easily see —the heart' is the emhlfem of spring and ldve, the trefoil or clbver leaf- — we call it club—of summer and! knowledge, the diamond? of autumn and wealth, and the acorn l or spade, of winter, labor and’ deathi The pages of this book: are in red! and black. White was once used in place of red. These colbrs in the cards symbolise night and day, astronomically, and 1 the lights and shades, of life as applied to man., "Look clhselyat the-onurt cards and notice the emblems carried These: all survive from the- ancient forms. The queens hold' the lotus flowery supplemented, in the case of the queen of spades by the distaff, emblem off industry, kept through all the long: centuries. The king, and queen, of clubß Bear symbols, of wisdom, the* king still plainly showing the winged! globe. . v “Each suit has its mystic symbolism, corresponding to the planets, id both- suit and spots- Yenus and; Mercury- rule hearts, Mars and the earth rule- dtaibs, Jupiter and Neptune; cHito* monds; Saturn ami Uranus, spade®. But I am becoming too astronomicaL I must close tMe fasclnating hook.” "W® no,” the others protested “And what about the Joker?’ the joker Xs a modem invention. He does not count in any sextans game of fife or of cards. Yet there was in the days of old always a emit Jester, so this new cardi Is not really out of place among quasCos and kings.”

Fortunes in Lacer

Several millionaire families in New York fossesa immense fortunes in laces alone. The laces owned by the Astor family are valued at $300,000; those of the Vanderbilts at $500,00(L It Is said that the New York Four Hundred buy more lace than any collectors in the world. No fewer Gian twenty wealthy women may be mentioned who each own lace worth $50,000. Lace is the luxury of the rich' No ordinary middle-class collector can hope to possess anything but a few choice pieces. If lucky enough to be able to have those. There several fine collections amongst the English aristocracy. The priceless lace of the late Queen Victoria, worth at least $376,000, wan chiefly left to H. R. H. Princess Henry of Battenberg. Queen Alexandra has a magnificent collection; years ago tta value was said to be $250,000.

Living-Room Hints.

In the living room, where the family is wont to gather after the diy’e work, let there be a number of small tables, with a good light for each, so that everyone may have a chance to read or work in comfort, or 11a stretched at ease ob the couch, paper magaslne In hand. v Let the living room be the subject dK much thought, that It may have a very definite influence on the life of each member of your household. Plan, for a big room, if possible, at least a r couple of couches and numberless eaay • chairs, says Mother’s Magazine. Many a man .who now spends his time at the dub or tho saloon would tar rather stay 1 In his own home could- he but hare the chance to sit and read by a well-lighted table, where he coifld smoke in peace, with no fear of dropping ashes or leaving the odor of SA unwelcome cigar behind.