Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 247, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 October 1914 — Page 2

Cales of GOTHAM and other CITIES

Woman Mourns Pet Tortoise, Strangled to Death

NEW YORK,—At Bretton hall an elderly woman has resided for several years. She never leaves her apartment, except for a daily ride in the park. At three o’clock each afternoon, the weather permitting, her victoria

“Send Doctor Johftsing, quick, dair's sumbody daid. De lady’s up in de hall wrlngin’ her hands an’ de maid’s wus’n her!’’ The room clerk immediately summoned the house physician, and hurried to investigate. He found the elderly woman standing by her bed and weeping violently. On the bed, lying on a silk sofa pillow, were the mortal remains of a small tortoise. In came the bellboy with the physician and the hotel manager. “Oh, doctor! The poor little thing is dead, and I alone am to blame,” the owner of the departed reptile exclaimed. "Instead of placing him in his cage when I went out, as I usually do, I left him sleeping on his pillow, not thinking he might wake up and become restless in my absence. When I returned I found him over under the dresser dead. Do you think some one could have killed my pet?” Stepping over to the bed and taking up the tortoise, the physician ex* amlned it carefully. “Madame,” he replied, “I am no veterinary surgeon, but if I am not mistaken this tortoise in crawling along the floor in your absence has inhaled nap from the carpet, which has lodged in its windpipe and caused strangulation. There are no marks of violence on its body." This post-mortem explanation caused another outburst of weeping from the grieving woman, and, taking advantage of the opportunity, all of the men left the apartment and closed the outer door softly behind them.

Thump of an Officer's Wooden Leg Dispels Dream

DETROIT, MICH. —It waa the thump, thump, thump of the wooden leg of a railroad detective that furnished the thrills of romance which pretty Eva Pope, only fourteen years old, ran away from home In boy’s clothes to find.

Eva was as romantic a little girl as ever lay in her bed nights reading' Laura Jean Libbey Jong after her parents thought her deep in slumber. She was always hoping something exciting wduld happen to her, butjsomehow no fairy prince came fier way nntil just a little while ago. Then came Leo Holland, eighteen years old. Leo wasn’t much of a fairy prince, but he had led a wild, wicked life and, Othello-like, won her heart by

tales of his exploits. So they eloped. They made It as exciting as possible. Eva dressed herself In boy’s clothes and, with Leo, boarded a freight train to Toledo. They got there In the evening and decided to make the box car their home for the night. Eva was sleeping—dreaming rosy dreams of romance come true when there entered into her dreams a thump, thump, thumping. She awoke Leo, who peered from the box car and saw a railroad detective with a wooden leg coming along the ties, peering into each car. Her heart in her mouth, Eva followed Leo out of the door of the car on the side away from the detective. But she stumbled, gave a little scream, and sank breathless on the tracks. Leo stayed by her—to his credit, be It said. And then the wooden-legged detective came up to her and poked a long black revolver in her face. He asked the pair many questions, but finally let them go with a warning to stay out of the railroad yards. The next day, on queries from the Detroit police, the two were arrested, admitted their identity and were brought back.

Dancing House Causes a Husband to Leave Home

CHICAGO. —A house that dances around so it never is in the same place twice in two minutes is unusual But Mrs. W. F. Scott of Oak Park complained the other day that she has to live in one. These are the results:

the Tillage board and demanded that the road be ordered to nail down the rattling and banging rails which she declares are responsible for the constant vibration of her residence. “It has made me so nervouß that my husband left me and I am practically a widoW,” she said. “I could not blame him for not being able to live with a woman driven frantic by such diabolical things.!, “The house rattles so that for two years I have been in constant dread that it would fall down on me. “One by one my cut glass dishes leaped off the sideboard and were smashed on the floor. “It shakes the beds so that I have not had a decent sleep in two years and sometimes I have to hold on to the mattress to keep from being tossed out on the floor." , The board promised to investigate her complaints. J J . ' * - <

Texas Newlyweds Pawned Their Wedding Gifts

DALLAS, TEX. —She was blushing. He carried a small package wrapped in a newspaper. By the way they looked at each other M. J. Jacobus, man* ager of the Provident Loan society, decided they hadn’t been married very

long. And they hadn’t. Outside the door of the society’s headquarters they hesitated, then entered and stepped up to the coimter. “I want to borrow' a little money,” said the man with the package, “on this.” And he unrolled the covering. There were silver knives, forks and spoons, marked with initials. “These are our wedding gifts," explained the man, "and we’re hard up. I —well, the rent is due, and we

can't make It.** Jacobus asked what he wanted. “About forty dollars will be enough, won’t it?" He turned to the girL Her brows wrinkled and she counted imaginary sums on her pink fingers. "Yes,” she agreed, “but when can we pay Jt back?” Jacobus explained the. Installment plan of the society. The couple'SggdOd the six months’ term would clear the debt those things." Blushing,’ she yoked a quick glance at her husband she slipped it in 'his poclit?<" Hb lHflgffsdi:a »it*e=wWfct then kissed her right in front of Jaoobus. ' “That spoon won't make any difference in the pledgg, will it?” he asked. “On the contrary,” he replied, '1 consider the security better than ever."

is announced, and shortly thereafter she may be seen with her maid emerging from the elevator and making her way through the Eighty-sixth street entrance of the hotel to her carriage. All of her business with the hotel office is carried on by means of the maid. Returning from her drive the other day, she went directly to her apartment, as usual. A few minutes later a negro bellboy came tearing madly down the back stairs to the desk.

All the clocks in the house stop. Little sleep in two years. Cut -glass bouncing off sideboards to the floor. A clatter and clash of breaking bric-a-brac day and night. AND— It all made her so nervous her husband went away and left her. All these troubles Mrs. Scott blames on the Chicago and West Towns railroad for not keeping its tracks in repair. She appeared before

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. HENSSELAER.

Party Gown for the Young Girl

ORGANDIE, mull, batiste, cotton voiles, silk muslins, challi or any other of the semi-transparent materials, are suited to the design for a party gown such as that shown in the illustration. Those fabrics that have a plain surface —that is, without printed or woven-in figures—admit the use of scattered sprays of hand embroidered flowers and are the more elegant by the introduction of these most desirable of all decorations. Fine organdie and batiste and cotton voile, of the best quality, are lasting enough to merit the work which hand embroidery involves. . These plain fabrics may be embellished with set-in medallions and scrolls of fine lace insertion in place of hand embroidery. These same decorations are used on the thin figured materials which may be preferred to the plain fabric. They look equally well on either. The frock shown here is made of fine white muslin with a plain underskirt and a tunic which is made of the material laid in fine side plaits. The bottom of the underskirt is finished in shallow scallops and there a few sprays of daisies and lilles-of-the-val-ley embroidered on its surface. These

THE breakfast cap still basks in the sunlight of feminine and as long as it holds its place of high esteem we may expect to find it departing from the simplicity which marked its early days. From the combination of puffed crown and falling ruffle it has excursioned into many new fields. There are so many varieties of caps worn by the women of other countries that new sources of inspiration will certainly not be hard to find.

The Dutch bonnet is the source from which the lace cap shown here borrowed its outlines. The pointed and flaring sides of the original-have been exaggerated in the copy. It is made of lace, one of the fairly heavy allover patterns, although wide edgings answer the purpose as well. The cap is cut in two pieces. There id a circle about six inches in diameter for the crown piece and a shaped portion for the front This portion is wired and set on to the crown with a small Trirrtw* rtf b»tin The edge is finished vs rnrr ■ a—nu uni lace A satinvcovered cord, instead of rib-

New Idea in Breakfast Caps

sprays do not appear on the tunic. Its only decoration is a narrow insertion of French val lace at the top of the hem. »

The easy-fitting blouse has set-in sleeves, V-shaped neck and surplice fastening at the front. Insertion like that on the tunic is set in at each side, forming a panel down the front and back of the blouse. In these panels, and in the side pieces, sprays of embroidery like those on the skirt appear. The arm’s-eye is large and the sleeves straight The sleeves are finished with a hem having the Insertion at its top and decorated with embroidered sprays. They are cut long enough to allow a little draping at the elbow where the material is caught up in two folds. The bodice is finished with a turnover collar having a narrow hem and insertion. This little frock is worn over a petticoat having a border of figured satin ribbon about the bottom. There is a crushed girdle of the same ribbon. Each wearer selects the manner of fastening the girdle which suits her best. A small flat bow at the back is to be recommended for youthful wearers.

bon, is used for the decoration of the new arrival among breakfast caps. This is quite an original touch. It Is sewed flat on the lace and at intervals small chiffon roses, not larger than an ordinary thimble, are set on the cord, j There are several attractive neW models ih breakfast caps that are shown in the larger stores. One noticeable example has a puffed crown of white chiffon with fine black brussels net over it and a frill of white net with black lace. The combination of net and chiffon in twq colors or one color and white, has resulted in very becoming and gay little headpieces. Ribbons and chiffon roses are the main dependence of their makers when it comes to a choice of trimmihg. • ■ t . However odd and pretty these new caps, that are patterned after the national headdresses of the women OTOr■ea, may be, the favorite breakfast headdress will remain as it has been,, a soft puff for the crown of the head, the face and

JULIA BOTTOMLEY.

HAILES

NOT ON THE MAP.

Mrs. Norman had a maid, Jane, who had a lover in the army. One day, after receiving a letter from him, she sought her mistress and asked if she might see a map. A while prter she returned to Mrs. Norman rigain and said she could not And the place where her lover was. “Where is it, do you say, Jane?” asked the mistress. j' “Duranceville,” replied Jane, after another careful perusal of the letter. Mrs. Norman searched the map, but no such place could be found. “Jane,” she said, “please let me see the part of the letter which' gives the name of the place where he is.” Jane complied, and Mrs. Norman read: “I am in durance vile, hut hope soon to be sent homo.” —National Monthly.

The Usual Penalty.

Little Dick, who was in the habit of receiving a good old-fashioned punishment when he said naughty words, was much excited the other day when he found his mother washing out the new baby’s mouth with an antiseptic. “Hooray for her!” he cried, looking at his little sister with dawning admiration. “Aw, mother, tell me what she said, won’t you?"—Woman’s Home Companion.

Meant No Harm.

"Patrolman Murphy charges you with trying to flirt with thia_young woman.” “She sent me a wireless message across the street, your honor.” “Is this true?" “Er —yes, your honor, but I merely flashed the distress signal for an ice cream soda.”

USED TO MAKING UP.

Mrs. Hickson—She’s always quarreling with her friends and then making up. Mr. Hickson—That’s only natural. She used to be an actress.

Relations.

“What is your opinion of our foreign relations?” asked the patriotic citizen.

“They don’t do you any good,” replied the local politician. “What you want ie a lot of relations right here in your own country that’ll vote the way you tell ’em to.”

Forgot Themselves.

“How does Pilkin stand with his fashionable neighbors?” “Several of them spoke to him once when there was a fire in the vicinity.’’ "Indeed?”

“But they exclaimed later that it was due to the excitement of the moment.”

The Brighter Bide.

“You told me last week that Miss Flirtly looked with favor on your suit" “I though so at the time, but I've since found out that she was ÜBing me as a decoy to win back a fellow with whom she had quarreled." “That’s rather hard on you."

“Oh, it might be worse. If It hadn’t been for her I might not have learned how to dance the maxlxe."

Things That Are Not.

A young woman student protested under criticism, “Mr. Whistler, is there any reason why I shouldn't paint things as I see them?” "Well, really, there is no statute against it, but the dreadful moment will be when you see things as you painted them!"

Willie’s Part.

Mother—What is Willie crying about, Ethel? Ethel—Tommie was standing on him. “Standing on his little brother?" "Yes, mamma; you see we was playing 'Romeo and Juliet,' and Willie was the balcony."

No Mythological Figure.

“Did yon say that man looked like a Greek god?" asked Miss Cayenne. “Yes," replied the romantic girl. "I read that phrase In a book. Doesn’t he impress you that way?" "Ho. I saw him in his riding trousers, trying to catch a horse.”

A Lucky Chap.

“Lnoky? When the earthquake same it improved his property. Got a.JoLot-materialjput for him." “What on earth did he own?" ‘ stone quarry.**

NO NEED FOR PITY.

Newwed—Look how your coat Is torn. I feel Borry for you poor bachelors. Now, when a married man get A little rent in his clothes — Wise —He goes and pays it to the landlord.

The Nuisance Now.

“I don’t see why you won’t let ns have the flat. My children are grown up.” "Can’t help it, ma’am. Grown up children are the worst kind In flats nowadays.” # , • 7.7. r “I don’t understand you. My daughter is nearly seventeen and my son is nineteen.” “You’ve got a phonograph, haven’t you?” "Yes, but—” "That’s the worst combination out. The last family in that flat had a phonograph arid grown up children, and what with their one-stepping and turkey trotting all night long nobody in the building got a wink of sleep.”

A Long Shower.

The patriotic Scotchman had induced two Lancashire friends to go to Argyllshire for a holiday. On their return he met them. “Well, how\did you enjoy yourselves? Did you have\good weather?” “There a shower on our first day,” replied one of them. “Didn’t I tell you that it was all lies about the Highlands being wet?”

“That shower hadn’t ended when We came home,” was the severe retort. —Manchester Guardian.

Misleading Inference.

"I suppose you think that candidate you’ve picked out is honest because he’s poor,” said Farmer Corntossel. "That’s likely to be inferred,” replied the political manager.

"Well, the inference taxable to go wrong. The reason he isnTrwell fixed, is that he went broke trying to get rich quick buyin’ green goods.”

An Interrupted Philosopher.

“I am convinced that the worrd gives too much attention to frivolous things,” said the thoughtful man. "How are you going to stop it?”

“I’ll tell you. We must proceed In a cautious yet radical manner to—hi there! Wait a minute! Grab your hat and let's get to the sidewalk. Here comes a circus parade!"

Nothing to Worry About.

An optimist was pacing along a country road when an automobile struck him in the middle of the back and knocked him 20 feet. "Oh, well,” said the optimist, as he picked himself up and brushed the dust off, "1 was going in this direction, anyhow.”

AN AWFUL BORE.

" First Mosquito—l hear that you bit Miss Billion de Swell on the cheek last night? Second Mosquito—Sure. Say, it was aii awful bore. ' First Mosquito—Really? Second Mosquito—Yey; these entrances into swell society are, I guess. 9 r ( 4£>

Made a Difference.

“Isn't there anything we can do to stop that horrible yelling of that Smith kid next door?" "Why, Harry! That's our Millie In the side yard singing!" "That so? Gosh, hasn’t that girl got some lyric soprano voice, though?"

His Bane.

"Robins eat many things deleterious to mankind.” “I wish they’d eat up all the pate de . " * ■ ' ' ’' '•