Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 228, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 September 1914 — Page 2

The PLACE Of HONEYMOONS

MOONS by HAROLD MAC GRATH

Pictures & a C.D. L RHODEI

SYNOPSIS. Eleanora do Toscana was singing In 'Paris, which, perhaps, accounted for Edward Courtlandt's appearance there. Multimillionaire, he Wandered about where fancy dictated. He might be in Paris one iday and Kamchatka the next. Following the opera he goes to a case and is accosted by a pretty young woman. She iglves him the address of Flora Desimone, ' vocal rival of Toscana, and Flora gives him the address of>Eleanora. whom, he is 'determined to see. Courtlandt enters i Eleanora’s apartments. She orders him out and shoots at him. The next day Paris is shocked by the mysterious disappearance of the prima donna. Realizing 'that he may be suspected of the abduc•tlon of Eleanora Courtlandt arranges for tan. alibi. Eleanora reappears and accuses Courtlandt of having abducted her. His lallbl is satisfactory to the police and the {charge Is dismissed. Eleanora flees to {Lake Como to rest after the shock. She 'to followed by a number of her admirers. Among them the prince who really procured her abduction. CHAPTER Vl—Continued. "That expression proves that your 'Highness is sane again. Have you realized the annoyances, the embarrassments, you have thrust upon me by your pursuit? Have you not read the scandalous innuendoes in the newspapers? Your Highness, J was not ' bom o$ ‘the Continent, so I look upon my w6rk from a point of view not common to those of your caste. I am ■proud of it, and I look upon it with honor, honor. I am a woman, but I ana not wholly defenseless. There was a time when I thought I might number among my friends a prince; but you have made that impossible.” "Come,” he said hoarsely; “let us go and find a priest. You are right. I love you; I will give up everything, everything!”

For a moment sbe was dumb. This absolute surrender appalled her. But that good fortune which had ever been at her side stepped Into the breach. And as she saw the tall form of the Barone approach, she could have thrown her arms around his neck In pure gladness. "Oh, Barone!” she called. “Am I making you miss this dance?" “It does not matter, signorlna” The Barone stared keenly at the erect and tense figure at the prima donna’s side. “You will excuse me, Herr Rosen/’ said Nora, as she laid her hand upon the Barone’s arm. Herr Rosen bowed stiffly; and the two left him standing uncovered in the moonlight „ “What is he doing here? What has he been saying to you?’ the Barone demanded. Nora withdrew her hand from his arm. “Pardon me,” said he contritely. “I have no right to ask you such questions.” It was not long after midnight when the motor-boat returned to its abiding place. On the way over conversation lagged, and finally died altogether. Mrs. Harrigan fell asleep against Celeste’s shoulder, and the musician never deviated her gaze from the silver ripples which flowed out diagonally and magically from the prow of the boat. Nora watched the stars slowly ascend over the eastern range of mountains; and across the fire of his innumerable cigarettes the Barone watched her.

As the boat was made fast to the landing in front of the Grand hotel. Celeste observed a man in evening dress, lounging against the rail of the quay. The search light from the customs boat, hunting for tobacco smugglers, flashed over his face. She could not repress the little gasp, and her hand tightened upon Nora’s arm. "What is it?” asked Nora. “Nothing. I thought I was slipping."

CHAPTER VII. Colonel Caxley-Webster. Abbott’s studio was under the roof of one of the little hotels that stand timorously and humbly, yet expectantly. between the imposing cream-stuc-co of the Grand hotel at one end and the elaborate pink-stucco of the Grande Bretegne at the other. The hob-nailed shoes of the Teuton (who wears his mountain kit all the way from Hamburg to Palermo) wore up and down the stairs all day; and the racket from the hucksters' carts and hotel omnb buses, arriving and departing from the steamboat landing, the shouts of the begging boatmen, the quarreling of the children and the barking of unpedigreed dogs—these noises were Incessant from dawn until sunset. The artist glared down from his square window at the ruffled waters, or scowled at the fleeting snows on t|ie mountains over the way. He .passed some ten or twelve minutes in this useless occupation, but he could not get away from the bald fact that he had acted like a petulant child. To have shown his hand so openly, simply becaoae the Barone had beaten him in Abe race for the motor-boat! And

Nora would understand that he waa weak and without backbone. Harrfgan himself must have reasoned out the cause for such asinine plays as he had executed in the game of check* era. How many times had the old man called out to him to wake up and move? In spirit he had been across the lake, a spirit in Hades. He was not only a fool, but a coward likewise. He had not dared to .. . . put it to tb« touch To gain or lose it all. „ He saw it coming; before long he and that Italian would be at each other’s throats. < - "Come In!” he called, ia response to a Budden thunder on the door. The door opened and a short, energetic old man, purple-visaged and hawk-eyed, came in. "Why the devil don’t you join the Trappist monks, Abbott? If I wasn’t tough I should have died of apoplexy on the second landing.’ “Good morning, Colonel!” Abbott laughed and rolled out the patent rocker for his guest. “What’s on yonr mind this morning? I can give# you one without ice.”

“I’ll take it neat, my boy. I’m not thirsty, I’m faint. These Italian architects; they call three ladders flights of stairs! . . . Ha! That’s Irish whisky, and jolly fine. Want you Jo come over and take tea this afternoon. I’m going up presently to see the Harrigans. Thought I’d go afound and do the thing informally. Taken a fancy to the old chap. He’s a JittlS bit of all right. I’m no older than he is, but look at the difference! Whisky and soda, that’s the racket. Not by the tubful; just an ordinary half dozen a day, and a dem climate thrown in ” "Difference in training.”

“Rot! It’s the sized hat a man wears. I’d give fifty guineas to see the old fellow in action. Bat, I say; recall the argument we had before you went to Paris?” "Yes.” “Well, I win. Saw him bang across the street-this morning.” Abbott muttered something. “What was that?” "Nothing.” “Sounded like ‘dem it’ to me.” “Maybe it did.” "Heard about him in Paris?” “No.”

“The old boy had transferred his regiment to a lonesome post in the North to cool his blood. The youngster took the next train to Paris. He was there incognito for two weeks before they found him and bundled him back. Of course, every one knows that he is but a crazy lad who’s had too much freedom.” The colonel emptied his glass. “I feel dem sorry for Nora. She’s the right sort. But a woman can’t take a man by the scruff of his neck and chuck him.” “But I can,” declared Abbott savagely. “Tut, tut! He’d eat you alive. Besides, you will find him too clever to give you an opening. But he’ll bear watching. He’s capable of putting her on a train and running away with her. Between you and me, I don’t bladie him. What’s the matter with sicking the Barone on him? He’s the best man in southern Italy with foils and broadswords. Sic ’em, Towser; sic ’em! ’’ The old fire-eater chuckled.

The subject was extremely distasteful to the artist. The colonel, a rough soldier, whose diplomacy had never risen above the heights of clubbing a recalcitrant hillman into submission, baldly inferred that he understood the artist’s interest in the rose of the Harrigan family. He would have liked to talk more in regard to the interloper, but it would have been sheer folly. The colonel, in his blundering way, would have brought up the subject again at tea-time and put everybody on edge. He had, unfortunately for his friends, a reputation other than that of a soldier; he prosed as a peacemaker. He saw trouble where none existed, and the way he patched up imaginary quarrels would have strained the patience of Job. Still, every one loved him, though they lived in mortal fear of him. So Abbott came about quickly and Bailed against the wind.

■ "By the wav.” he said, T wish you would let me sketch that servant of yours. He's got a profile like a medallion. Where did you pick him up?” "In the Hills. He’s a Sikh, and a first-class fighting man. Didn't know that you went for faces.” ‘‘Not as a usual thing. Just want it for ’my own use. How does he keep his beard combed that way?” “I’ve never bothered myself about the curl of his whiskers. Are my clothes laid out? Luggage attended to? Guns shipshape? That’s enough for me. Some day you have got to go out there with me.” “Never shot a gun in all my life. I don’t know which end to hold at my shoulder.”

“Teach you quick enough. Every man’s a born hunter. Rao wIH have tigers eating out of your hand. He’s a marvel; saved my hide more than once. Funny thing; you can’t show ’em that you’re grateful. Lose caste if you do. I rather miss it Get the East in your blood and you’ll never get it out. Fascinating! But my liver turned over once too many times. Ha! Some one coming up to bujr a picture.” The step outside was firm and unwearied by the climb. The door opened unceremoniously, and Courtlandt came in. He stared at the colonel and the colonel returned the stare. “Caxley-Webster! ‘Well, I Bay, this globe goes on shrinking every day!” cried Courtlandt. ~ ,; ? , The two pumped bands energetically. sizing each other up critically. Then they sat down and shot questions, while Abbott looked on bewildered. Elephants And tigers and chittabs and wild boar and quail-running and strange guttural names; weltering nights In the jungles, freezing morn-

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tags in the Hills; stupendous card games; and what had become of so-and-so, who always drank his whisky neat; and what’s-his-name, who invented cures for snake bites! Abbott deliberately pushed over an oak bench. “Am I host here or notf* “Abby, old man, how are you?" said Courtlandt, smiling warmly and holding out his hand. “My apologies; bat the colonel and I never expected to see each other again. And I find him talking with you up here under this roof. It’s marvelous.” “It’s a wonder you wouldn’t drop a fellow a line,” said Abbott, in a faultfinding tone, as he righted the bench. “When did you come?" “Last night. Came np from Como.” "Going to stay long?” "That depends. lam really on my way to Zermatt. I've a hankering,to have another try at the Matterhorn.” “Think of that!’’ exclaimed the colonel. “He says another try.” “You came a roundabout way,” was the artist’s comment. “Oh, that’s because I left Paris for Brescia. They had some good flights there. Wonderful year! They cross the channel in an airship and discover the North Pole.” “Pah! Neither will be of any use to humanity; merely a fine sporting proposition.” The colonel dug into his pocket for his pipe. “But what do you think of Germany?” "Fine country,” answered Courtlandt, rising and going to a window; “fine people, too. Why?” “Do you—er —think they could whip us?”

"On land, yes.” "The devil!” ' "On water, no.” “Thanks. In other words, you believe our chances equal?” “So equal that all this war-scare is piffle. But I rather like to see you English get up in the air occasionally. It will do you good. You’ve an idea because you walloped Napoleon that you’re the same race you were then, and you are not. The Englishspeaking races, as the first soldiers, have ceased to be.”

“Well, I be dem!” gasped the colonel. “It’s the truth. Take the American, he thinks there is nothing in the world but money. Take the Britisher, to him caste is everything. Take the money out of one man's mind and the importance of being well-born out of the other . . .” He turned from* the window and smiled at the artist and the empurpling Anglo-Indian. “Abbott,” growled the soldier, “that man will some day drive me amuck. What do you think? One night, on a tiger hunt, he got me into an argument like this. A brute of a beast jumped into the middle of it Courtlandt shot him on the second bound, and turned to me with —‘Well, as I was saying!’ I don’t know to this day whether it was nerve or what you Americans call gall.” “Divided by two,” grinned Abbott. “Ha, I see; half nerve and half gall. I’ll remember that. But we were talking of airships.”

“I was” retorted _Courtlandt. “You were the man who started the powwow.” He looked down into the street with sudden interest. “Who is that?” The colonel and Abbott hurried across the room.

“What did I say, Abbott? 1 told you I saw him. He’s crazy; fact. Thinks he can travel around incognito when there isn’t a magazine on earth that hasn’t printed his picture.” “Well, why shouldn't he travel around if he wants to?” asked Courtlandt coolly. The colonel nudged the artist. “There happens to be an attraction in Bellaggio,” said Abbott irritably. “The moth and the candle,” supplemented the colonel, peering over Courtlandt’s shoulder. "“He’s well set up,” grudgingly admitted the old fellow. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

AMERICA MODEL FOR EUROPE

Baroness von Suttner Calls the United States “Land of Unlimited Possibilities.” “The land of unlimited possibilities and conquered impossibilities” is what Baroness Bertha von Suttner calls America. “It is to America, the young, new world, exuberant in strength, glad in its daring, that tired, cynical Europe looks to find new hope and faith in progress,” says the baroness, who declares that Europe is being Americanized by returning immigrants. “But,” she says, “it is a pity that so few people of our better educated classes travel in your country as you Americans travel here. But, do you know, I have often wondered if you know us as well as you know our art and antiquities. “One of my dear American friends confided to me that they, she and her husband, had never been in a private home in Europe until they visited me. "Even though everything is not rosy in your political arena, though there is brazen-faced practice of corruption —how do you call it, graft,, trusts, strikes, bribery—though you have conditions as complex and problems as difficult as everywhere else, we look to you for the solution, for America is full of hope, strength, and' you Americans are striving and working.”

Marks End of Childhood.

Children pass out of a stager-open, beautiful, exquisitely simple—into silences and discretions beneath an imposed and artificial life. And they are lost. Out of the finished, careful, watchful, restrained man and woman no child emerges again.—“ The Passionate Friends."

Cables linking British and North American ports convey about SMfifir 000 words a year.

GREAT RALLY OF MOTORCYCLISTS IN LONDON

In response to a call by the war office a great rally of motorcyclists took.place on Wimbledon Common and the names were taken of thousands willing to enlist for the European war.

HAS STORY OF OWN

Handkerchiefs Originally Used in Persia to Mop Face. Habit of Snuff Taking First Brought It Into Common Use—lts Connection With Royalty—Was Disseminator of Ne.ws. New York. —The first handkerchief, used originally in Persia, was a small square of silk, the principal use of. which was to wipe the moisture from the brow. .From Persia it passed to Greece and then by the way of Rome spread slowly throughout Europe. It was for centuries affected only by people of wealth and was used for many purposes—ornament, as a carrier of strong scents, as a favor to be worn by a gallant in his hat.

It was the odious habit of snuff taking which finally brought the handkerchief into common use, which increased its size and changed the material of which it was composed, a writer in the Rochester (N. Y.) PostExpress observes. The varied uses to which handkerchiefs have been put are numerous.

As propagators of general knowledge they were employed during the reign of Queen Anne to carry the text of her majesty’s speech to parliament, on April 8, 1710, which was printed upon

ARCHERY IS VERY POPULAR

Many Enthusiasts of Both Sexes Attend Thirty-Sixth Annual Tournament of Sport. Haverford, Pa. —That the popularity of archery as an outdoor sport was becoming more and more marked each year, was attested by the number of men and women who took part in the thirty-sixth annual tournament of the National Archery Association of the United States on the grounds of the Merlon Cricket club at Haverford,

Mrs. R. D. Elmer.

Pa., August 18th, 19tb, 20th and 21st Men and women from many of the large cities in the United States gathered at the tournament Mrs. R. D. Elmer, wife of Dr. R. D. •Elmer of Wayne, Pa., the champion archer of the United States, is shown here, in the act of releasing an arrow ofif Up winged way toward the target

their surface, into the homes of many who would otherwise have remained in blissful ignorance. In like manner were circulated the announcements of the treaty of Utrecht and of Marlborough’s victories over the French. In 1745 handkerchiefs stamped with the portraits of the young pretender’s leading adherents were issued with a view of facilitating - capture of the rebels. In retaliation the Stuart party printed other handkerchiefs, that the rough likeness of George II depicted thereon, might be put to ignoble use. Naturally handkerchiefs kept pace with other extravagances in dress, being oftentimes edged with costly lace and embroidered with initials, armorial bearings, love mottoes and sundry ingenious designs—those, for instance, of the duchess of Chevreuse being worked with cupids one another and garlands of roses. Sprays of heliotrope, tied with mauve colored ribbon, adorned the Handkerchiefs of La Grande Mademoiselle, the niece of Louise XIII, while the colors of the comtesse de Castiglione’s—corresponding on all occasions to those of her garters —changed with every passing mood and passion. Thus, whgn she fancied herself in love, garters and handkerchiefs were blue, but If the subject of her wayward affection was suspected of infidelity, azure was discarded for yellow, which she retained until her naturally buoyant spirits, having exorcised the demon of jealousy, demanded the substitution of green, as betokening exuberant gayety and rude health.

Jewels, as might have been expected, entered largely into the decorative schemes employed in these delicate samples of lace work. Mme. du Barry owned a handkerchief on which her name was embroidered In precious stones, while pearls to the value of £ 1,000 were scattered over a square of precious lace in the possession of the ill-fated Marie Antoinette, whose friend, the equally hapless Mme. du Lamballe, owned a similar superfluity. More valuable, however, than these is a handkerchief owned by Queen Mar; gerita of Italy—a unique specimen of

FORESTS IN ALASKA

Types Differ in Different Parts of Country. Trees Grow to Large Size on the Southeastern Coast the Interior Have a Much Smaller Development Washington. The difference between forest types in different parts of Alaska are as sharp aB those between the topographic and clinlatic, and, of course, depend upon them. The coast forests of southern Alaska are the northernmost extension of the coast type of Washington and British Columbia. The interior forests are an extension of the interior Canadian forests. On the coast of southeastern Alaska trees grow to large size; in*'the Interior the timber is much smaller. The higher mountain areas are completely above timber line. CiHnatic conditions in the region adjacent to Bering sea and on the Arctic slope make forest growth altogether impossible, so there are great stretches of tundra whose vegetation Consists chiefly of moss, sedges, and a few shrubs. Moss may be said to be the garment of Alaska, and layeriof it 12 to 18 inches thick are not at all uncommon either on the coast or in the interior. , Making reductions for tome barren areas, it is estimated that the total forest and woodland area of Alaska is approximately 100,000,000 acres, or about 27 per cent of the land surface of the territory. Of these, about 20,000,000 acres may possibly bear

FlfteentSTSfifenttfir lace valued at £3,000. On January 2, 1785. Louis XVI, at the instance of Queen Marie Antoinette, issued an edict decreeing that “the .length of handkerchiefs shall equal their breadth henceforth throughout the kingdom.” This edict would seem finally to have determined custom throughout the civilized world as to the future shape of a useful article.

MOTHER AVENGED HER CHILD

Shot and Killed the Youth, in Open Courtroom, Who Had Wronged Her Daughter. Mobile, Ala. —Mrs. Florence McGow-. an shot and killed J, Leroy Brown of Mobile, Ala., after he had agreed in court to* marry her fifteen-year-old daughter, Vivian, as an amend tothe wrong he had done her. The shooting came at the conclusion of a preliminary trial. There was a brief con-/ saltation, the mother agreeing, apparently, to everything said by the lawyer of the defendant "I think it is best,” said Mrs. McGowan, as court was to adjourn, “but before I agree I want to hear the words from Brown’s own lips that he will not desert my daughter as soon aB he marries her.” Brown was ushered into the courtroom, and took his seat As he did so Mrs. McGowan arose, saying: “You marry my daughter! That is adding insult to injury.” Then she drew a revolver from her handbag and opened fire on Brown, inflicting three-wounds from which he died later. Mrs. McGowan was placed under arrest and is now being held under charge of murder.

Church Is 200 Years Old.

Cape May, N. J.—The two hundredth anniversary of the founding of the Cold Spring Presbyterian church was celebrated by an all-day service in which the principal participant was John Wanamaker. Congratulatory letters were received from President Wilson. Mr. Wanamaker attended the church as a boy, and donated S6OO publicly, but it is hinted that he has given a larger sum which is yet to be announced.

timber of sufficient size and density to be considered forest in the sense that much of it can be used for saw timber, while the balance or 80,000,000 acres, is woodland, which bears some saw timber, but on which the forest is or a smaller and more scattered character and valuable chiefly for fuel. There is not sufficient information upon which to base any satisfactory estimate of the total stand of timber in Alaska. It Jus been estimated for instance, that the coasl forests contain 75,000,000,000 feet of merchantable timber, but this estimate might we think, be much-ex-ceeded were both spruce and hemlock closely utilized. Much of the

Raft of spruce logs'on beach near Wrangel, Alaska. Average diameter at the butt, 37 Inches; st the top, 21 Inches; average length, 7Sf feet; content of rest approximately ItttOOO board feet blecf spruce is too small for commercial purposes, so that it is impossible to give s satisfactory estimate of the total stand.