Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 241, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 October 1914 — Page 2

The PLACE of HONEYMOON HAROLD MAC GRATH pictures

by C.D. RHODES

CHAPTER XIII-—Continued. “Hae he given up?" asked Abbott, his voice strangely unfamiliar in his own ears. "A man can struggle just so. long against odds, then he wins or becomes broken. Women are not logical; generally they permit, themselves to be guided by impulse rather than by reason. This man I am telling you about was proud; perhaprf too proud. It is a shameful fact, but he ran away. True, he wrote letter after letter, but all these were returned unopened. Then he stopped.” "A woman would a good deal rather believe circumstantial evidence than not. Humph!” The colonqj primed his pipe and relighted it. "She couldn't have been worth much.” “Worth much!” cried Abbott. “What do you imply by that?” “No man will really give up a woman who is really worth while, that is, of course, admitting that your man, Courtlandt, is a man. Perhaps, though, It was his fault He was not persistent enough, maybe a bit spinelees. The fact that he gave up so quickly possibly convinced her that her impressions were correct. Why, I’d have followed her day in and day out, year after year; never would I have let up until I had proved to (her that she had been wrong.” “The colonel is right,” Abbott approved, never taking his eyes ofT Courtlandt, who was apparently absorbed in the contemplation of the bread crumbs under his lingers. “And more, by hook or crook, I’d have dragged in the other woman by the hair and made her confess.” “I do not doubt it, colonel>” responded Courtlandt, with a dry laugh. “And that would really have been the end of the story. The heroine of this rambling tale would then have been absolutely certain of collusion between the two.” “That is like a woman,” the Barone agreed, and he knew something about them. “And where is this man now?” “Here,” said Courtlandt, pushing back his chair and rising. “I am be.” He turned his back upon them and sought the garden. Tableau! “Dash me!” cried the colonel, who, being the least interested personally, was first to recover his speech. The Barone drew in his breath sharply. Then he looked at Abbott. “I suspected it,” replied Abbott to the mute question. Since the episode of last night his philosophical outlook had broadened. He had lost Nora, but had come out of the agony of love refused to fuller manhood. As long as he lived he was certain that the petty affairs of the day were never again going to disturb him. “Let him be,” was the colonel’s suggestion, adding a gesture in the direction of the casement door through which Courtlandt had gone. “He’s as big a man as Nora is a woman. If he has returned with the determination of winning her, he will.” They did not see Courtlandt again. After a few minutes of restless to-and-froing, he proceeded down to the landing, helped himself to the colonel’s motor-boat, and returned to Bellaggio. At the hotel he asked for the duke, only to be told that the duke and madame had left that morning for Paris. Courtlandt saw that he had permitted one great opportunity to slip past. He gave up the battle. One more good look at her, and he would -go away. The odds had been too strong for him, and he knew that he was broken. When the motor-boat came back, Abbott and the baron made use of it also. They crossed in silence, heavy-hearted. On landing Abbott said: “It is probable that I shall not see you again this year. lam leaving tomorrow for Paris. It’s a great world, isn’t it, where they toss us around like dice? Some throw sixes and others deuces. And in this game you and I have lost two out of three.” “I shall return to Rome,” replied the Barone. “My long leave of absence is near Its end.” “What in the world can have happened?” demanded Nora, showing the two notes to Celeste. “Here's Donald going to Paris tomorrow and the Barone to Rome. They will bid us goodby at tea. I dontt understand. Donald was to remain until we left for America, and the Barone's leave does inot end until October.” “Tomorrow?” dim-eyed, Celeste returned the notes. “Yes. You plajr the fourth ballade and I'll sing from Madame. It will be very lonesome without them.” Nora gaxed into the wall mirror and gave a pat or two to her hair. When the men arrived, it was im-

pressed on Nora’s mind that never had she seen them so amiable toward each other. They were positively friendly. And why not? The test of the morning had proved each of them to his own individual satisfaction, and had done away with those stilted manneriems that generally make rivals ridiculous in all eyes save their own. The revelation at luncheon had convinced them of the futility of things in general and of woman in particular. They were, without being aware of the fact, each a consolation to the other. The old adage that misery loves company was never more nicely typified. If Celeste expected Nona to exhibit any signß of distress over the approaching departure, she was disappointed. In truth, Nora was secretly pleased to be rid of these two suitors, much as she liked them. The Barone had not yet proposed, and his sudden determination to return to Rome eliminated this disagreeable possibility. She was glad Abbott was going because she had hurt him without intention, and the sight of him was, in spite of her innocence, a constant reproach. Presently she would have her work, and there would be no time for loneliness. • The person who suffered keenest was Celeste. She was awake; the tender little dream was gone; and bravely she accepted the fact Never her agile fingers stumbled, and she played remarkably well, from Beethoven, Chopin, Grieg, Rubinstein, MacDowell. And Nora, perversely enough, sang from old light opera. When the two men departed, Celeste went to her room and Nora out upon the terrace. It was after five. No one was about, so far as she could see. She stood enchanted over the transformation that was affecting the mountains and the lakes. How she loved the spot! How she would have liked to spend the rest of her days here! And how beautiful all the world was today! She gave a frightened little scream. A strong pair of arms had encircled her. She started to cry out again, but the sound was muffled and blotted out by the pressure of a man’s lips upon her own. She struggled violently, and suddenly was freed. “If I were a man,” she said, “you should die for that!” “It was an opportunity not to be ignored,” returned Courtlandt “It is true that I waa a fool to run away as I did, but my return has convinced me that I should have been as much a fool had I remained to tag you about, begging for an interview. I wrpte you letters. You returned them unopened. You have condemned me without a hearing. So be it. You may consider that kiss the farewell appearance so dear to the operatic heart,” bitterly. He addressed most of this to the back of her head, for she was already walking toward the villa into which she disappeared with the.proud air of some queen of tragedy. She was a capital actress. - A heavy hand fell upon Court--landt’s shoulder. He was Irresistibly drawn right about face. “Now, then, Mr. Courtlandt,” said Harrigan, his eyes blue and cold as ice, “perhaps you will explain?" With rage and despair in his heart, Courtlandt flung off the hand and answered: “I refuse!” “Ah!” Harrigan stood off a few steps and ran his glance critically up and down this man of whom he had thought to make a friend. “You’re a husky lad. There’s one way out of this for you.” “So long as it does not necessitate any explanations,” indifferently. “In the bottom of one of Nora’s trunks is a set of my old gloves. There will not be anyone up at the tennis court thie time of day. If you are not a mean cuss, if you are not an ordinary low-down Imitation of a man, you’ll meet me up there inside of five minutes. If you can stand up in front of me for ten minutes, , you need not make any explanations. On the other hand, you’ll hike out of here as fast as boats and trains can take you. And never come back.” r "“I am nearly twenty years younger than you, Mr. Harrigan.” “Oh, don’t let that worry you any,” with a truculent laugh. “Very well. You will find me there. After all, you an her father.” "You bet I am!” Harrigan stole into his daughter’s room and soundlessly bored into the bottom of the trunk that contained the relics of past glory. As he pulled them forth, a folded oblong strip of parchment came out with them and fluttered to the floor; but he was too busily engaged to notice it, nor would he have bothered if he had. The bottom of the trunk was littered with old letters and programs and operatic scores. He wrapped the gloves in a newspaper and got away without being seen. He was as happy as a boy who had discovered an opening in the fence between him and the apple orchard. He was rather astonished to see Courtlandt kneeling in the clover patch, hunting for a four-leaf clover. It was patent that the young man was not troubled with nerves. “Here!” he cried, brusquely, tossing over a pair, of gloves. “If thiß method of settling the dispute* isn’t satisfactory. I’ll accept your explanations.” For reply Courtlandt stood up and stripped to his undershirt. He drew on the gloves and laced them with the aid of his teeth. Then he kheaded them carefully. The two men eyed each other a little more respectfully than they had ever done before. “This single court is about as near as we can make it. The man who steps outside is whipped.” “I agree,” said Courtlandt. “No rounds with rests; until one or the other is outside. Clean breaks. That’s about all. Now, put up your dukes and take a man’s licking. I thought you were your father's son,

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but I guess you are like the rest of ’em, hunters of women.” Courtlandt laughed and stepped to the middle of the court. Harrigan did not waßte any time. He sent in a straight jab to the jaw, but Courtlandt blocked it neatly and countered with a hard trae on Harrigan’s ear, which began to swell. “Fine!” growled Harrigan. “You know something about the game. It won’t be as if I was waHoping a baby.” He sent a left to the body, but the right failed to reach his man." For some time Harrigan jabbed and swung and uppercut; often he reached his opponent’s body, but never his face. It worried him a little to find that he could not stir Courtlandt more than two or three feet. Courtlandt never followed up any advantage, thus making Harrigan force the fighting, which was rather to his liking. But presently it began to enter his mind convincingly that apart from the initial blow, the younger man was working whony*on the defensive. As if he were afraid he might hurt hl|gX ,Thia served to make the old fellow furious. He bored in right and left, left and right, and Courtlandt gave way, step by step until he was so close to the line that he could see it from the corner of his eye. This glance, swift as it was, came near to being his undoing. Harrigan caught him with a terrible right on the jaw. It was a glancing blow, otherwise the fight would have ended then and there. Instantly he lurched forward and clinched before the other could add the finishing touch. > The two pushed about, Harrigan fiercely striving to break the younger mam’s hold. He was beginning to breathe hard besides. A little longer, and his blows would lack the proper steam. Finally Courtlandt broke away of his own accord. His head buzzed a little, but aside from that he had recovered. Harrigan pursued his tactics and rushed. But this time there was an offensive return. Courtlandt became the aggressor. There was no withstanding him. And Harrigan' fairly saw the end; but with: that indomitable pluck which had made him famous in the annals of the ring, he kept banging away. The swift, cruel jabs here and there upon his body began to tell. Oh.-’for a minute’s rest and a piece of lemon on his parched tongue! Suddenly Courtlandt rushed him tigerishly, landing a jab which' closed Harrigan’s right eye. Courtlandt dropped his hande, and stepped back. His glance traveled suggestively to Harrigan’s feet. He was outside the “ropes.” “I beg your pardon, Mr. Harrigan. for losing my temper.” “What’s the odds? I lost mine. You win.” Harrigan was a true sportsman. He had no excuses to offer. He had dug the pit of humiliation with hie own hands. He recognized this as one of two facts. The other was, that had Courtlandt extended himself, the battle would have lasted about one minute. It was gall and wormwood, but there you were. “And now, you ask for explanations. Ask your daughter .to make them.” Courtlandt pulled off the gloves and got into his clothes. “You may add, sir, that I shall never trouble her again with my unwelcome attentions. I leave for Milan in the morning.” Courtlandt left the field of victory without further comment. “Well, what do you think of that?” mueed Harrigan, as he stooped over to gather up the gloves. “Any one would say that he was the injured party. I’m in wrong on this deal somewhere. I’ll ask Miss Nora a question or two.” It was not so easy returning. He ran into his wife. He tried to dodge her, but without success. “James, where did you get that black eye?” tragically. “It’s a daisy, ain’t it, Molly?” pushing past her into Nora’s room and closing the door after him. "Father!” “That you, Nora?” blinking. “Father, if you have been fighting with him. I’ll never forgive you.”. "Forget it, Nora. I wasn’t fighting. I only thought I was.” He raised the lid of the trunk and cast in the gloves haphazard. And then he saw the paper which had fallen out. He picked up and squinted at it, for he could not see very well. Nora was leaving the room in a temper. “Going, Nora?” “I am. /tnd I advise you to have your dinner in your room.” Alone, he turned on the light. It never occurred to him that he might be prying into some of Nora’s private correspondence. He unfolded the parchment and held it under the light For a long time he stared at the writing, which wae in English, at the date, at the names. Then he quietly refolded it and put it away for future use, immediate future use. “This is a great world,” he murmured, rubbing his ear tenderly. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

The Humility Fallacy.

"Humility, as a virtue, is fast disappearing, and that’s a very good thing,” said Mayor Rolph in San Francisco. "Our fathers übed to preach humility to us —respect for our superiors, contentment with our humble station, and so forth. . “ ’He who is down need fear no fall,’ a humility exponent said to me, solemnly, one day. " ’Quite right,’ said I, 'but he’s sure to get sat on and walked over.' ”

Facts in the Case.

Miss Laura Drake Qlll, president of the College for Women at Suwanee, Tenn., says that while statistics show that college women marry a little late in life, they finally marry in the same proportion aa their female blood rel* tions who are not college bred.

DAY OF BIG FIRST BASEMAN HAS PASSED

“Stuffy” Mclnnis, Initial Backer of Athletics.

The day of the overtowering first baseman Is past and .gone, says Harry Davis of the champion Athletics. Harry continued, saying, “The big one who held down the initial sack in days gone by could do just two things, that of hitting the ball mighty hard on the nose when it was grooved, and catching a perfect throw. “‘Stuffy’ Mclnnis has proved beyond doubt that a big fellow is rather in the way on first base in these days of fast, scientific baseball, providing the small fellow has the same requirements as that of Mclnnis. First basemen today are required to field, throw and run bases just like a fielder, and

OWNERS NOT MAKING MONEY

Few Clubs Will Have Balance on Right Side of Ledger When the Present Campaign Is Over. Owners of ball clubs are not going to lay up a lot of money this year. l Few of the clubs in the two major leagues will have much of a balance oh the right side of the ledger when -the present campaign is over, and so far as the Feds are concerned, their losses must be enormous. have not been for the best interests of the game this year. There has. been a lack of Interest from the outset. The public did not take kindly to the talk of players jumping and. the prominence which the mercenary end of the sport has been given. The threatened war with Mexico also had its effect, and the present European mixup also helps to detract from the sport. Because of the one-sided contest in the American league race the organization has been particularly hard hit The present race in the National probably will save several clubs in that league from suffering losses.

VETERAN HAS. NO GRIEVANCE

Rhoddy Wallace, Old-Time St. Louie Shortstop, Is Perfectly Satisfied With Old Contract. Rhoddy Wallace, the infielder who has been with the Browns ever since 1902, has refused to take a new style

Rhoddy Wallace.

contracL Colonel Hedges offered to give him one with the ten-day clause, but Rhoddy said the old form contract was good enough for him.

Reulbach Unpopular.

Ed Reulbach has become extremely unpopular with the Brooklyn fans because he is not devoting his'time and energy to winning ball games for the Dodgers, although he has been treated very liberally by the Brooklyn club.

Cards to Trade Perdue.

From St. Louis comes a report that Hub Perdue, recently, secured in a trade with the Boston Braves, 1s not to remain long with the Cardinals. The story has Hub slated to take part In another trade which will land him In New York.

be able to hit the ball hard and often. "The old-time first Backers, such as Anson and Brouthers, couldn’t hold a job in the big league today. Comfskey alone of those early first sackers could field. “Claude Rossman was about the last of the old type. The Athletics learned through Ira Thomas, previously with Detroit, that Claudio couldn’t throw. Hence in Rossy’s declining years the Athletics played to get the ball in his hands and then, well nothing could stop them on the bases. “This was the Slide on which Rossy went to the minors."

NOTES of the DIAMOND

Stallings rales the Braves, but there’s no stalling in that gang these days. • • • We have read but few stories lately entitled “Twenty thousand fans saw the game.” • • • Muggsy McGraw calls Ray Schalk, Whjte Sox catcher, the greatest little backstop in the world. • • • Bresnahan is being offered the Job of Cub manager for next year by many of the eastern writers again. # • * * They Bay Nap Lajoie will finish right in the American league. Others say he is already finished. • • * The Cleveland Naps have bought Pitcher Harstaad from the Vancouver club of the Northwestern league. • • • Max Carey of the Pittsburgh outfield is so fast getting down to first that few players even try to double him up. * • • The Dodgers have a good third sacker in Getz. The youngster Is a brilliant fielder and can wallop the pUL • • • Rumor has It that when the Brooklyn Federals make their next trip West they will be found playing Sunday ball. • • • Emporia, a new member of the Kansas State league this season, was successful In winning the championship pennant * • • Scott the young shortstop of the Red Sox, has developed so fast this year that Heine Wagner is nothing but a sub now. • • • Dave Fultz, president of the Baseball Players’ Fraternity, has succeeded in organizing the players of the Western league. • • • It Is reported on good authority the Feds have no desire to steal Trank Chance from the Yankees and assume that. 325,000 contracL ,• • • Grover Loudermilk, the tall pitcher the Brpwns secured from the Louisville Colonels, is the same hurler the Cubs had two seasons ago. • • • O’Mara, Brooklyn's yonng infielder, is playing a corking good game for the Superhas. He is a classy performer in the field and le hitting at a .260 dip. • • • The ecout who dug_np Pezold and Wambsganss must have had a difficult time getting his courage up to the point of signing the men, because the names do not look like those of ball players. • * • Capt George Mcßride of the Washington team has signed one of the new contracts with no ten day clause, just to prove to the world that he is not one of the 11 major league players that Gilmore says will jump to the Feds next spring.

STARTLING RISE BY BRAVES

■wtofl Turn in Minrt Period <rf Month and Half Jump From Bottom • to Top of Ladder. a After a sensational spurt extending over a period of one month and a half the Boston Braves are in undisputed possession of first place in the race for the National league pennant Stallings’ youngsters were in eighth place whdn they opened the game of July 18, and by scoring a victory that day they jumped out of the cellai position, landing in seventh position. From that time on the Braves have accomplished wonders on the diamond, having won 31 of the last 38 contests played. On August 23 they reached even terms with the Giants for the lead, but fell back as far as third position, only to come again and pass McGraw’s men. The complete record of the Braves since starting the sensational rise on July 18 follows: Position. Won. Lost. Pet. July 18.........8 35 43 .448 July 19 7 36 43 *.456 July 20 6 37 43 .462 July 21 4 38 43 .468 July 22... 4 39 44 .470 July 23 4 40 44 .476 July 24 4 40 44 .41* July 26 4 40 45 .471 July 26 4 40 45 .471 July 27 .A 41 45 .477 July 28 4 *1 46 .477 July 29 .4 42 45 .483 July 30 .4 43 45 .489 July 31 ....4 44 45 .494 Aug. 1 4 45 45~~ .600 Aug. 2 4 45 45 .500 Aug. 3.. 4 46 45 .505 Aug. 4 4 47 46 .611 Aug. 6 4 48 45 .616, Aug. 6..... 4 , 49 45 .521 Aug. 7 4 49 46 .516 Aug. 8.. 4 50 46 .521 Aug. 9.r........4 60 46 .521 Aug. 10.. 2 51 46 .626 Aug. 11.. 3 51 46 .626 Aug. 12 2 51 46 .526 Aug. 13 ....2 52 46 .531 Aug. 14 ...2 53 46 .535 Aug. 15 2 54 46 .540 Aug. 16 2 64 46 .640 Aug. 17 2- 66 46 .649 Aug. 18.. 2 66 47 .544 Aug. 19... 2 67 47 .648 Aug. 20 2 68 47 .563 Aug. 21 2 68 47 .652 Aug. 22....!....2 59 48 .551 Aug. 23 *Tie 69 48 .561 Aug. 24 2 69 49 .646 Aug. 25 2 60 49 .550 Aug. 26 2 60 50 .545 Aug. 27 ....3 60 61 .641 Aug. 28 ...3 60 61 .541 Aug. 29 2 62 61 .649 Aug. 30 2.1. 68* —51 .653 Aug. 31 2 63 51 .653 Sept. 1... 2 63 61 .653 Sept. 2._ 1 65 61 .660 •Tied for first with New York.

IS HONUS WAGNER SUPPING?

Wonder Expressed as to Whether Veteran Shortstop Will Be Supplanted in Bhakeup of Pirates. The Pittsburgh Pirates have been a big disappointment this season. At the outßet they looked like pennant winners. They secured a big lead in the early stages of the pennant fight and it looked as if they might make a runaway of the race. But all of a sudden something happened. The Pirates started to slide down the chute and they finally touched bottom. It Is hard to tell what is the trouble with Clarke's team. One criticism la that there are too many veterans on It Another year will likely see a big

Honus Wagner.

vdange in the makeup of the Pirates. New blood is needed and Clarke will have to supplant the veterans. Much wonder la expressed as to whether or not Hans Wagner will be among those to go. Honus has grown gray in the service of Barney Dreyfusa "and the Pittsburgh team would not seem the same without the big shortstop. Honus can still play the game, but is not as fast as he was. He le hitting the ball for .281 this year, which le way below his usual mark.

866 Playera In Union.

Baseball Players' Fraternity numbers 866 playhrs. The major league' players pay flB dues a *%ar. Players in the AA leagues pay |lO pnd class A leagues pay |6 each year. Protection has not been arranged for leagues of lower classification. The sliding scale of dues Is based oh the earning capacity of the playem. -