Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 286, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 December 1914 — Page 2

LYNN CARETAKERS

By CLARISSA MACKIE.

The Gabriel Lynn place was perched on a high bluff overlooking the shallow bay with the restless sea beating against the guardian rocks of the breakwater outside. Thef numerous windows were closely shuttered, all save those of the west wing, where lived the caretaker and his wife and daughter. Gabriel Lynn was dead, and now he’rested In the splendid mausoleum in the graveyard overlooking the sea. Etorn Dexter leaned against a pillar of the west portico and pulled at an invading branch of crimson roses. Her thoughtful gray eyes were fixed on the horizon line and a little frown was Indented above her nose. Mrs. Dexter, in a deep basket chair near by, looked up from her sewing with an inquiring smile. “My dear, I am afraid you are worrying about the. plans of our new landlord. If Mr. Lynn’s nephew and heir wishes to tear down this beautiful place and transport the most precious parts to another location and build a home elsewhere —we cannot hinder him. And to fret over the inevitable is not

like my sunny-hearted girl.” Pern smiled over her graceful shoulder, lyit her tone was serious. “I am not fretting, mother, for nqw that father has regained his heartn In this bracing sea. Sir and can return to his desk in ''Acker’s, it does hot matter whether Lynn House needs a caretaker or not —only, it does seem so wretchedly mean of young Mr. Lynn to overtook eveitythlng that his uncle put into this house. What it meant to the old man! I—l could shake him for his stupidity!" Fern turned away and ran lightly down the stone steps that led to the white beach below. Mrs. Dexter was still frowning maternal disapproval of her daughter’s Impetuosity when through the long window behind her there stepped a young man, eager eyed and in a state of suppressed excitement. “Ah, Mr. Lynn,” said the little lady with a charming smile; “won’t you sit down and let Nora bring you something—a cupful of tea?” “*No. thank you, Mrs. Dexter,” said Gabriel Lynn, his eyes following a pink linen frock that skimmed the beach below. “My train leaves at s:2o —and I believe I’ll take a stroll along shore before I go. Mr. Dexter and I have transacted so much business that pay head is quite befuddled." With a laughing nod he, too, ran down the steps and Mrs. Dexter watched him as he gained the beach and turned in the direction taken by her daughter. “I wonder if he heard what Fern said,” she murmured as she resumed her sewing. At that moment the new master of Lynn House had caught up with the pink linen frock. Fern turned at the sound of his step and he was startled the look of dislike in her gray eyes. Gabriel Lynn was not accustomed to being disliked by fair ladies. His own friendly glance hardened and he spoke brusquely. “I 'must beg your pardon for following you, Miss Dexter, but I could not help overhearing what you said to your mother. Please tell me what it was that jny uncle put into this house that should not. be disturbed — for I do not know.”

The girl looked at him with wondering eyes. Then she made room for him on the rock beside ner. “I will tell you,” she said simply. “Your uncle often spoke about his past life and pointed with evident' pride to what he had accomplished unaided, and we know —my parents and myself—what Lynn House meant to Mr. Gabriel' Lynn; but it was like his unselfishness to leave it all to you without restriction.” “Please tell me,” he repeated patiently. “You know that for many years I served in the Philippines and I scarcely knew Uncle Gabriel, although he and I were the last of the Lynns.” “Mr. Gabriel Lynn, as you know, began life in this little fishing village as the son of poor parents. Your own father .Was a brilliant scholar, and soon left Seahurst for the metropolis. Your Uncle Gabriel, younger, and fired by a great ambition to lift his family from the obscurity of poverty, worked his way upward little by little until after 40 years he had amassed a great fortune. Then he built this mansion on the site of his father's cottage—and so deep and tender were his sentiments that his private sitting-room contains much of the furniture of the oottage In which he spent his boyhood- His father’s armchair, his mother’s sewing rocker and many family keepsakes are there. In spite of his great wealth and his many Mends he was a very lonely man. This bouse —in itself a monument to his family, built in this isolated fishing village—contains much that is not visible; yet, if you tear it down, as my father says you Intend to do, and use the most valuable parts tn the construction of your new summer home in a more fashionable resort, you will be destroying pore than mere bH£ks and mortar.” J \ that 1 gave little thought to that Aide of the question,” he Amfesse* 1

always thought of my as a stem, self-centered, repressed man, who cared for little else than money.” “Before you go home visit his pri-*' vate sitting-room on the second floor if you would better understand Mr. Lynn,” urged the girl. “Then, then, you will strive to make Lynn House into a permanent monument to the memory of a generous-hearted, lonely man. Situated as it is, would it not make a wonderfully beautiful home for tired working people? Leave the mahogany doors, and the Italian marble mantelpieces, and the lovely garden. Poor people crave such beauties, and —” »

Gabriel Lynn put out a protesting hand. “I understand now,” said he gently. "I am ashamed—and I thank you. Miss Dexter. I am going now to visit my uncle’s room and become acquainted with him." He held out his hand. When he had gone she sat there with a deep pink dyeing her cheeks, "What impertinence from the caretaker’s daughter!” she laughed shakily. “I am very much afraid if father had not already resigned that we would all be driven from this Eden!” A half hour later she saw *him climbing the hill toward the cemetery which Gabriel Lynn had beautified. A curious smile curved her lips. The next morning Mr. Dexter tossed a letter across the breakfast table. ‘ “Mr. Lynn has changed his mind about tearing down the -house,” he said. “He has some philanthropic scheme in view and wants me to assume charge of the matter at a salary that I can hardly refuse. “What do you say, my dear?” Mrs. Dexter had much to say in praise of the change of plan, but Fern was very silent. Her gray eyes were gravely tender as she went about her household tasks. , A week later Gabriel Lynn came down, enthusiastic over the new Vacation Home. f.Fern avoided him, but the young man Beamed strangely contented and happy.

As the season advanced and the new plan bore bruit of happiness and joy for many a weary city worker, Gabriel came down and spent the week-ends busying himself with a hundred details to make the Lynn Vacation Home perfect. It was the close of September when he again pursued a pink linen frock down the pebbly beach. It was not the reflection of the sunset, nor the glow of the pink frock that flushed Fern’s. cheeks until she looked dlstractlngly lovely to the eager young man who came to sit beside her on an overturned boat. “Fern!” he whispered. This time her eyes Bhowed no dislike of him. On the contrary he was emboldened to take her hands.

“Dear,” he said, “every man needs a good woman to point the way for him. You saved me from a selfish deed—you made me acquainted with the real Gabriel Lynn who builded this house. You revealed to me the spirit that pervaded it. You kept my hands from desecrating it. My lifs belongs to you—and I need you because I-love you! I want a caretaker for my heart!" Fern’s answer.was entirely satisfactory, and when the Dexters saw them coming up the steps hand in hand, they smiled tearfully at each other. “This caretaker job looks like a life sentence, now that it’s in the family,” twinkled Ms; Dexter. (Copyright, 1914, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

Power of Imagination.

An Indianapolis woman who took her summer outing with friends In the woods carried with her a tear of snakes, whicfi - was quickened when a rattlesnake was killed m the neighborhood. After that, every unexplained sound was interpreted/ in terms of rattlesnakes. One day when v she had ventured out for a stroll alone, just as she plucked from her head that had covered her ears, she was greeted with the terrifying warning of a rattler, bo she thought, at least, and, turning, she fled homeward. The sound kept pace with her, adding to her panic. Evidently the .infuriated reptile was pursuing her, and hot until she rushed almost exhaust ad into the presence of her friends did she learn that the removal of the bonnet had left a dozen or so curl papers free to bob about and rustle on aer head.

London Criticizes New York.

The little differences between life in London and New fork are by no means all to the credit of the latter. Our letter post crosses London in a couple of hours; theirs often takes a couple of days to cross New York, m London the goods you purchase in the morning may be Sent home before the evening; in New York you are lucky If they arrive next day. The parcel post, too, is quite a new thing in America. Add to this such facts as the absence of “boots" in the hotels —the guests have to resort to the street corner "shinera” —and the display of dustbins, even in fashionable streets, long after midday, and it will be Been that the “smart” and "slow" of which the American is so fond when comparing himself with us are not always to be applied as he applies them. —London Chronicle,

There Will Be Some Scene.

“I see that England is buying a lot of Missouri mules.” “Ha, ha, ha!” “Goodness sake, what arp you laughing at?" “I was 3uet thinking what’s going to when a stubborn Missouri nmle balks on an equally stubborn Englishman.”

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EGYPTIAN NATIVE REGIMENT IN CAIRO

One of the well-trained regiments of native soldiers with which Great Britain hopes to frustrate the attempts of the Ottoman empire, marching through the Citadgl square of Cairo.

ARMY OF COMPASSION FOLLOWS ARMY OF DESTRUCTION IN BATTLE

V ' V System That Has Made the Kaiser’s Fighting Forces a Military Marvel Is Applied Also to the Organization Devoted to the Alleviation of Pain and Misery—Empress and Peasant Women Alike Engaged in Work,.

Berlin. —In the year 1864 the "Prussian Men’s Society for the Care of the Sick and Wounded In War” was founded in Berlin, King Wilhelm and Queen Augusta accepting its protectorate. Two years later Queen Augusta issued a proclamation calling on the women in her realm to stand side by side with the men in this noble work. The “Fatherland’s Women’s Club” (“Vaterlandische Frauenverein") was the result. Following Prussia’s lead, a great many similar societies were called to life throughout Germany. In 1869, finally, they all were united ip the great “German General Union of the Red Cross.” The Red Cross 96cieties of all nations, in their turn, are tied together and governed by the laws laid down at the international conference held at Geneva in 1865, which provides that “all hospitals and hospital officials and all in any way engaged in attending the sick and wounded in war are to be treated as neutral parties.” \

By the time the Franco-Prussian war broke out the German Red Cross had developed in such a manner that more than two thousand committees formed at once, with a central committee at Berlin, and over $14,000,000 was raised and used. At present all the volunteer societies of the Red Cross, as well as the Protestant and Catholic orders of St. John, Maltese and St. George’s knights, all associations of professional nurses (male and female) and deacons and deaconesses (Protestant Brothers and Sisters of Mercy) have all been united to the German army. Since 1897 they have been subject to military inspection, Prince Frederic Solms-Baruth holding the position of* military inspector of volunteer nursing. Red Cross Follows Fighters. When the German army was being mobilized for the present war, another mobilization immediately took place also —that of the Red Cross —the one as the other being prepared fully and equipped perfectly. It is a comforting thpught for Germany’s mothers to know that thiß army of compassion and brotherly love is efficient and ready to do its utmost in healing the wounds inflicted in war. And it is a beautiful thought for anybody to see the nations join hands in this brotherhood that no war can break, that Btands high above political accidents and local restrictions, high as civilization Itself —the universal brotherhood of the Red Cross. “In medical matters there must be no secrets” —these words of the unforgotten Doctor von Coler are the motto also of His Excellency von Schjerning, present chief of the German army’s medical department Accordingly all Germany’s experience in medical and sanitary matters is at the disposal of every other nation. And it is with satisfaction that Germany recently beheld several countries revising their methods of military sanitation according to Gerinan ideas. The Field Equipment In the German army each troop or. company has its owfa physicians. These are either regular army physicians or civilians of high standing in the medical world. Under them is the staff of nurses—men trained for years, both theoretically and practically. As the personnel, so the material is selected with greatest care and forethought;

the newest scientific inventions, the purest drugs, bandages, medical implements, general equipment, food for the patients—everything up to the most modern standards. All ambulances are well suplied with alleviate and anodyne remedies, an especial aim being to diminish suffering, even if other help should be out of the question. Staff Physician Doctor Neumann of Elberfeld claims that modern weapons are more humane than the oldfashioned lead projectiles, in that those who are not killed outright are better off than in former wars. In addition to complete equipment of the Red Cross, each individual soldier of the German army is fitted out with two packages of antiseptic dressing and carefully drilled in its application. This enables him to dress his wounds himself In case of And already reports are coming in of the success of these precautions in averting infection of wounds. During a battle the physicians of each company establish first-aid stations, “Verbandplatze,” as near as possible to the immediate front, in a position shielded from rifle fire and artillery fire and easily accessible, where the men can lie down protected by windshields, portable tents and sheltering ramparts. The Red Cross of Geneva flutters above these little havens of rest and shows the way to those who are but slightly injured and still able to walk.. The others are brought in on stretchers by the nurses, who continually plunge into the fray to succor the wounded. The nurses are all fitted out with first-aid appliances so that in case of supreme need they can minister help right on. the battlefield. Urgent operations are performed, wounds dressed and examinations made at the first-aid stations. The wounded are at once divided into three classes: First Class —Wounded able to walk. Second Class —Wounded able to stand transportation. Third Class —Wounded unable tof stand transportation. * Tagging the Wounded. Each patient receives a tag, the shape and color of which denotes in which of the three classes he belongs. On this tag the phjrslcian makes a detailed note of the nature of his injury, thus saving the man the paig. of renewed examination as he passes from one hospital on to another, and in addition saving the physicians much valuable time. From these first-aid stations the wounded are later conveyed every army corps having 12 field hospitals, each with a capacity of at least two hundred patients. In the present war, with its pathetic accompaniment of civilian warfare, which\ respects no Red Cross, it has become necessary to give the ambulance transports their armed body-guards, who take terrible revenge on all “francstireurs," shooting them at sight and blowing up their homes. Night for the Red Cross soldiers brings an arduous task. When the scenes of horror an about them have been covered with a blackness torn only by the fitful gleam of some burn- 1 ing village on the horizon, these men again leave their station by the red lanterns of Geneva and disperse o ver the battlefield, searching for the wounded, as well as for the hyenas

who plunder and mutilate the dead A soldier of the Red Cross risks his life over and over again day and night He needs as much daring, endurance .and sacrificial spirit as the soldier of the Iron Cross. Onpe in the field hospital (Which, following in the wake of the army, is always quite a distance from the actual battlefield), the wounded soldiers receive regular treatment. They remain there until the “field hospital” Is replaced by the “war hospital”—which change takes place automatically as soon as the army proceeds, for the field hospital follows the troops. The patients remain where they are, while the personnel and material about them are changing from the wandering field hospital to the stationary war hospital. From there the wounded eventually are sent back into Germany for complete recovery In one of the splendidly appointed city of military hospitals.

The city hospital of Frankfort-on-the-Main, for instance, having prepared 5,000 beds, had 3,000 patients by the beginning of September. In most cases the soldiere were but slightly injured, suffering from wounds in the arms or legs. They were accommodated in large, light, airy, flower-be-decked rooms and attended by female nurses. On August 27 the German empress passed through Frankfort, and, escorted by the physician in chief, Doctor Voss, stopped at each bed in turn. The much-beloved, white-haired first lady of the land, who herself has given six sons to the army, did not have to simulate sympathy. She talked with each man in her gentle, sincere, sympathetic way the huge bunch she carried left roses in many a hand.

Empress Takes Part. It is easily understood that the empress plays an important part in the Red Cross work.-4A.Her influence in Germany is great, for the wife of their chief executive is very dear to the hearts of the German people. Most of us have read of her appeal to the German women to supply her with 1,000,000 pairs of hand-knitted woolen socks for the soldiers, and how old and young, rich and poor, high and low, took to knitting, until such an avalanche of woolen socks descended upon her palace In Berlin that she had to send out another appeal beggihlg them to desist. Naturally, the German women and girls, who have seen their dear ones go to meet innumerable dangers and horrors, are eager In their turn to do something for the common cause. To sit inactive would be unbearable. And here the Red Cross blesses doubly —those who give, as those who receive. There is any amount of volunteer work to be done, from sewing and knitting, taking but an hour or two a day, to nursing and the care of the widowed and fatherless, which claims one’s whole time. And in every department the supply is even greater than the demand. An amusing story is told apropos of the many young girls who flock to take courses in nursing. An eminent old professor, who had accepted the teaching of some such raw material, preliminary to beginning his course called upon the young women to divide in two sections —those who wish to nurse officers only and those willing to nurse any wounded soldier. A few romantio goosies gracefully entered his trap by stepping on the side "for officers only.” He watched the proceedings, glared at them above his spectacles, his very hair bristling with contempt. Then: “You can go right home,” he addressed the dumfounded elite. “I won’t waste my time on such as you.”

Many reports from. Germany tell of the active part Americans there take in the Red Cross work. In Munich the American women of that city have rented as large hall in the Hotel Bayrischer Hos, and there meet daily to do their part with knittihg needles and sewing machines. Other Americans have donated sums for the Red Cross, and many individually assist in enthusiastic work. ( On the other hand, just as strangers help in the great work, so do strangers benefit by it —ipjthis case the wounded among the prisoners from Belgium, France, England and Russia They' are treated with such efficacy and humaneness that some French prisoners in Stuttgart, in token of their gratitude, made a large donation to the German Red Cross. A curious account is published'by the Vossiche Zeitung, Berlin, on September 4. It relates to the strange behavior of the wounded Russian prisoners. "When the physicians approach them with scissors to cut open the uniform about a wound \)r try to make an incision or apply a bandage, the Russians resist to the utmost of their forces. Not that they are faint hearted, afraid of the operation—but they expect to be mutilated, blinded, murdered. A Russian colonel even refused all nourishment 36 hours for fear of being poisoned. Finally one of his fellow prisoners, who happened to a man of education and intelligence, succeeded in convincing him of his folly.” The paper adds, whimsically: “What lies these poor fools must have been told about üb, to take us for such cannibals!” No doubt, in a way, their terror of the Germans will explain many of the Russian “atrocities" —because fear and ignorance always bpget cruelty. alone can lead the way to a Utopia of brotherly add neighborly love. In the meantime we must be satisfied with the Red Cross. t

Missed Crow, But Hit Girl.

Brownsville, /N. Y.—Glentworth Birdsall of Brownsville.hqp just $226 each for four tooth ho accidentally shot out of the mouth of Miss Josephine Ash. From his cellar Birdsall shot at a crow perched on a fence,

BOILING WATER AS WEAPON

Parallel for Aot of Heroic. Woman Pound In Slago of Naaur by the Tartars. The heroic acts of the Belgian women who defended their homes against the German invaders, resorting to boiling water when their ammunition gave out, has a historical parallel which wIU no doubt be of interest at the present time, says the Outlook. In this case the defenders were Cossack women and the scene of the encounter a small town not far from the Sea of Azov. In 1774, during the first Turkish war, the town of Naaur waa being besieged by 9,000 Tartars —a large army In those days. All the men of the town had left for the war, which was proceeding "at some distance, and the town remained undefended save for a. handful of soldiers. It had, however, the advantage of being surrounded by a wall, and was well supplied with ammunition. The enemy imagined that they would only have to overcoma a very few soldiers and the town would be theirs. Instead, to their amazement, they had to face an army 6t women, young and ‘old, arrayed in their best red sarafans, fully armed and eager to fight. And these women not only defended the walls of their town, but they sallied out and fought valiantly in hand-to-hand skirmishes. They also tended enormous fires and heated pitch and boiling water to pour on the heads of the ene mles when they approached the walls of the town. The story goes that not only did they pour water and pitch on the foe, but the broth that was cooking for dinner went the same "Pay. That was the first experience the Cossdck women had jof “active service.” Later it became a tradition and a custom that in battles the women should take their share of actual fighting. And during the continual raids and battles which occurred they became expert soldiers, standing side by side with old warriors and often helping with less usual weapons, such as scythes and pitchforks. The Cossack woman of today has retained, her traditions, and she Is not only Independent and generally efficient, but she is also often an excellent Bhot. ani) la quite capable of defending her village if necessary as fiercely as her ancestress. •;

War and Woman.

“There is, perhaps, no woman who could look down upon & battlefield covered with slain, but the thought would rise in her, ‘So many mothers’ sons! So many-young bodies brought Into the world to lie there!' So many months of weariness and pain while bones and muscles were shaped within! So many hours of anguish and struigle that breath might be! So many baby mouths drawing life at women’s breasts —all this, that men might lie with glazed eyeballs, and swollen faces, and fixed, bine, undpsed mouths, and great limbs tossed!’ And we cry, ‘Without an Inexorable cause, this must not be!’ No woman who is a ,woman says of a human body, ‘lt if nothing!’ “Women will end war when her voice is fully and clearly heard in the governance of states —because, on this one point, and on this point almost alone, the knowledge of woman, simply as woman, is superior to that of man. She knows the history of human flesh; she knows its cost; he does not.” —Olive Schreiner.

For Drying Ball Grounds.

A machine fitted with gasoline blow torches was put in use last summer at a Tacoma (Wash.) baseball park for the purpose of artificially drying the grounds following rainstorms. The apparatus is similar in principle to devices used in asphalt pavement repairs. It is built with an iron frame in the shape of an equilateral triangle, mounted horizontally on swivel wheels, carrying five coil burners with downward projecting jets. Over these burners is A deflector hood with adjustable wings made of galvanized iron and asbestos. At the front of the Carriage are a gasoline tank and pressure pump, which supply the fuel. When the machine is drawn slowly over a moderately wet field, it is asserted, the ground is within a short time dried sufficiently for use.—Popular Mechanics.

Queer Lights.

"Speaking purely aa a neutral,” said Representative Harvey Helm the other day in Washington, “I can’t help remarking whht odd lights the various powers have to throw on events in order to make them seem favorable to themselves, i i 1?? "Now England, now Russia, now Germany apd now France comment on eventß so strangely that I am reminded of Hellyon. "Hellyon, talking about his employer, ajnanufacturer, said: .4. .'He’s no harsh taskmaster. He’s no speeder-up.. Other firms have this here blasted eight-hour law—-ye got to git through a whole day’s work in eight hours or out ye go. But down to our place ye can take yer time. Ye got 2G hour* to do a day’s work in.’"

Status of Affairs.

“What are you going to call the baby?” "I don’t know what we are going to call him. My wife has named him Algernon.”

Mediation.

Cohen—Hands up or I’ll shoodtt Quick-Witted Burglar—Fifty dollars fer de gunt Cohen—Sold!