Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 304, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 December 1914 — Page 2

TANGLEOFTHREADS

By CLARISSA MACKIE.

Delia Leslie was buying embroidery silks in Miss Smith's little shop. "And I shall want another spool of that rose-colored knitting sijk,” she added as Miss Smith tied up her purchases. “You needn’t bother to wrap it up—l shall want to match it over at Pryor’s." Della pulled out an end of the silk thread, tested it between her sharp ■white teeth, looked at It with a blrdlike motion of her trim little head and took her departure. As she passed down the three steps into the village street the spool of knitting silk slipped from her fingers and rolled along the brick pavement, unwinding a long rose-colored thread an it went. Delia hastened after it, but the •way led down hill and the spool rolled away with most exasperating perseverance. It was a warm summer afternoon and the long street was almost deserted. | Suddenly tlje gate in the brick wall that surrounded the parsonage opened and a man stepped out and walked briskly down the hill. Delia recognized him as the new minister. She was glad that he had not seen her nor discovered her predicament, for her rose-colored silk was a tangle of threads for many yards ahead. Rev. Mr. Flake was very absentminded; he was walking with his eyes fixed on the blue waters of the harbor at the foot of the long street, consequently he did not know the precise moment when bne of Delia’s tangled threads caught around one of the buttons of his neat boots. “What shall I do?” worried Delia, as the reverend gentleman proceeded on his way unconsciously dragging a tangle of rosy threads and the apparently exhaustless spool in his dignified wake. “If I could only catch the spool and wind it up I might snap the thread and prevent an accident. Suppose he should get both feet tangled in the threads.” Before Delia could reach that idiotically dancing spool, Mr. Flake was standing helplessly enmeshed. He was peering near-sightedly down at 'his feet while Delia came timidly up. “I am sorry,” she said breathlessly. Mr. Flake could smile with his brown eyes, and he did sb at this moment, the smile spread to his lips, and presently he was laughing heartily. “I’m afraid you’ll have to help me 'out, Miss Leslie," he said at last. “If you could take my penknife and cut 'some of those threads it would enlable me to proceed on my way unfettered. Thank you—l’m afraid some lady is mourning the loss of her embroidery silks. Are you going my 'way—may I accompany you?” Delia was blushing deeply. “Oh, no, I was going over to the West side,** she said hastily, and without one regretful glance at the now empty spool she hastened away. Mr. Flake watched her with interested eyes until she had disappeared. Then he stooped and pulled out several threads that still decorated his boot buttons.

“If I were a romantic man,” he mused smiling, “I would attach some significance to this happening—l might suspect that Cupid himself had set this trap to catch my unwary feet. I am not a sentimentalist — but I’m going to keep the trap anyway.” And he promptly swept the tangle into one of the pockets of his coat So Mr. Flake went on his way, quite unaware that from one of his pockets peeped a skein of rose-coloted silk. Old Mrs. Petty, upon whom . tye called during the course of his, walk, spied the threads and pointed a playful finger at them. “Jdr. Flake, I reckon you don’t do no fancy work,” she remarked innocently. “Why, no, Mrs. Petty; why do you ask that?” he inquired. “Seeing that you carry embroidery silks around with you,” she went on, “I thought maybe you did. I haver heard of gentlemen doing fancy work, and them as has seen it say they take to it real handy. Of course, you not being a married man, it did seem funny to see that silk." Mr. Flake looked annoyed for an Instant. But he carefully crushed tfie silks into his pocket and explained that he had found it in the street. “I want to know?” marveled Mrs. Petty, whose curiqsity was insatible; “I wonder' who has lost a spool of silk? I can find out from Melissa Smith, who keeps the store. She could tell by the color. I suppose whoever lost it Is looking for it this very minute," “I hope not," said the minister, rising to take bis departure. “However, I think your advice is good, Mrs. Petty; I will leave it with Miss Smith at the shop; she can return it to the owner. lam very glad to bear that your rheumatism is better." Thereupon Mr. Flake forgot all about the silk threads. It chanced to rain the following Sunday, and the reverend gentleman wore under his mackintosh his second best black coat. Before he began his sermon that morning he drew forth a handker-

chief, and with the handkerchief came a rosy tahgle.of silk threads. He looked helplessly down upon them and his embarrassed face seemed to reflect the rosy glow. Somebody tittered and , looked around at Della Leslie. It was Melissa Smith’s little clerk. Delia’s face was scarlet' and her long curling black lashes swept cheek as she stared at the tips of her little shoes. When Delia lifted her eyes the minister had carefully wrapped the silks in his handkerchief and returned them to his pocket. All his embarrassment had fled, and he was cool and collected He delivered his text with a fine unconsciousness that it subtly applied to his adventure of the day before. Again the little clerk giggled and glanced at Della. But Delia did not see or hear. The sermon sounded like the distant murmur of drums; the deep, rich tones of the minister were blurred to her ears. All she could hear was Eva Hawk’s, silly giggle. She remembered that it was in front of the Hawk’s little cottage that she had knelt to cut the threads from Mr. Flake’s feet. And she was sure that Eva Hawk knew that the spool of silk was Delia’s; they knew everything at Melissa Smith’s shop! Delia Leslie was the first one to leave the church when the .service was concluded. She fairly skimmed over the ground on her homeward way. She didn’t go to the evening service and the very next morning she boarded the early train and went to her sister’s, in Branchville. Della didn’t know that the minister missed her dark, vivacious face from Its accustomed pew. She didn’t know that he called twice upon her Aunt Harriet, with whom she lived, for Aunt Harriet wasn’t given to letterwriting, and believed firmly in the adage that “No news is good news.” And after several weeks had elapsed, and Aunt Harriet had at last written and suggested that she was needed at home, Delia reluctantly came back to Glenwood. It was just at twilight when she arrived and, without waiting for the clumsy station stage, she walked down the long hill toward the white cottage on the shore. A whippoorwill was singing in the orchard and there was the fragrance of roses mingled with the salt savor of the sea. Delia paused at the gate. She felt a quickening of the pulses in the sense of being home once more. Some one came down the path from the front door, but she heard no sound save the rush of waves on the beach and the throbbing notes of the '■hippoorwill. A warm hand was laid over her own on the gate, and she started and looked up into the tender eyes of the minister. “I thought you were never coming home again,” he said softly. Delia blushed and hung her head. The moon came out and searched her face and betrayed something to Jeremy Flake. He put a finger beneath her round chin and lifted her face so that he might look Into her shy eyes. “When one has snared a victim with rosy threads —it Is cruel to run away and leave the captlVe, bound,” he whispered. And when the engagement was announced the gossips of the parish said they were not a bit surprised. “When a man carries a girl’s embroidery silks in his pockets, what can you expect?” they asked, but even then they did not know the whole story. (Copyright, 1914. by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

Intelligent Bird.

“Bur-reds is intelligent,” Mrs. Brannigan observed, as she encountered her friend, Mrs. O’Brien. “Ye can tache ’em annyt’ing. Me sister has wan as lives in a clock, an’ whin it’s toime to tell th’ toime, it comes out an’ says cuckoo as manny toimes as th’ toime is.” “Thot’s ‘wondherful!” said Mrs. O’Brien. “It is, indade,” said Mrs. Brannigan. “An’ the wondherful par’rt ov it all is it’s only a wooden bur-red at thot!”— Judge.

Where Was Papa?

A handsomely dressed lady rescued her fluffy pet with some difficulty from the attack of a street cur, and began to soothe and sympathize in this manner: "You dear little thing, your mamma drove that ugly, big dog away, didn’t she? Next time you will eat that big, naughty dog up, won’t you, Tootsy-wootsy? Mamma wants you to just tear that mean old thing to pieces next time he bothers you.” Three-year-old Irene, who had witnessed the whole affair, listened with interest to this gushing monologue. When the lady paused for breath, Irene gravely addressed the diminutive dog: “Little doggy, where does your poppa work?” she said. —Youths* Companion.

Had to Have Their Tobacco.

Tobacco has often proved more than a panacea to the victims of war; it has been a source of courage and inspiration. At Saarbrucken in 1870 the Brunswick hussars galloped, cigars in mouth, amid a hail of bullets into a Aass of French troops. The uhlans in their advance movements invariably carried pipes in their mouths, substantial, capacious pipes, large enough to hold an ounce of the weed. And whenever the conquering troops entered a surrendered city they at once claimed not money nor food, but tobacco. The mayor of each town was directed to find cigars for everybody before anything else was done.

, THE EVENINGREPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

The announcement from Berlin that the head of the Mohammedan church in Turkey has issued a proclamation calling on Mohammedans in all parts of. the world to fight for the cause of Turkey, Germany and Austria, against the allies gives interest to this map showing where the population of Mo-

BERLIN IS NORMAL

German Capital Gives Little indication of War. Large Pictures of Kaiser and German Generals Exhibited Like Campaign Posters in This Country ‘—Theaters Reopen. Berlin, Germany.—They still eat wheat bread in Berlin. Amusements proceed with little sign of abatement. Few posters to call men to arms are in evidence and there are many ablebodied men on the. street in civilian clothes. These conditions, in striking contrast to the situation in neutral Holland, where all people are compelled to eat bread that has a 75 per cent admixture of rye and where nearly all walls are covered with official announcements relating to mobilization and the regulation of prices, were sources of wonderment to a correspondent who had just arrived from constant scenes of war and its aftermath. That Germany is at war could not be gleaned from street impressions, although a person might speculate on the causes that have led to two con-, ditions. Everywhere one sees large photographs of the emperor, the German crown prince and Generals von Hindenburg, von Beseler and othpr military notables, exhibited as are campaign lithographs in the United States. There are other photographs of Emperor Francis Joseph and Austrian generals. The second condition is the poor condition of the horses which do the hauling In the city. All good horses have been requisitioned for military purposes, with the result that every

Child Throws Heavy Man

Astonishing Performance of Ten-Year-Old Philadelphia Girl Who Haa Won Many Medals. Philadelphia.—One of the sensational features of the recent police carnival held in Philadelphia, was the exhibition by Florence McLaughlin, who is best known to fame as the

Throwing 200-Pound Man.

little girl wTiohas won more cups and medals than any other child in the country. The photo shows how easily Florence can throw a 200-pound man. The man shown is Sergeant Rodman, the athletic instructor of the Phila-

WHAT THE HOLY WAR MAY MEAN

hammedans is large enough to make trouble for the allies if they heed the /Turkish call. The distribution of the Mohammedans by countries is as follows: Austria-Hungary 600,000 Russia .........J..;..... 3,800,000 Roumania 50,000

equine able to keep moving is being urged to further and often painful effort. There are surprisingly soldiers to be seen in the streets of the German capital. Now and then a column puts in an appearance—cheerful, eager and usually bedecked with flowers — off for the war. Beside the men march their mothers, wives, sisters, sweethearts —not so cheerful. Business in Berlin is normal as far as can.be ascertained. Soon after the mobilization some of the large amuse-ment-places, concert halls and vaudeville houses closed. Many of them have been reopened a with the cdming of the winter season. The cases are crowded to capacity. The bills of fare in the hotels and restaurants may be read by the German whose knowledge of French is limited. The “Speiskarte” is no longer a “Menu.” There has been little reduction in the quantity and no deterioration in the quality of the food offered. “We must win,” is the slogan of everybody in Berlin. To make this possible everybody accepts resignedly whatever sacrifice has to be made. While the army has the hard in the battle line, the women, including the empress and the ladles of her court, knit socks, wristlets, gloves, sweaters, abdominal bands and even calf “warmers.”

Minneapolis.—A toy dbg, equipped with a mechanical bark, routed a burglar who broke into the home of F. R. Albro, and the robber only escaped by fleeing from the house and boarding a moving freight train, two blocks away, amid a rain of bullets from a policemap’s pistol.

delphia police. Grasping him by the arms at a moment when he grade a rush at the little lady and stooping suddenly as shown, the momentum of the attacker threw him over in a complete somersault

CAT IS RESCUED BY A DOG

Angora, Worsted in Fight, la Saved From the Sea by the Con■”7 quering Collie. Long Beach, Cat —An unusual rescue from drowning was enacted in the ocean at the end of the pier here, Ted, a Scotch collie belonging to Captain Walton, and King, an angora cat, being the actors. The cat has made its home at the end of the pier, and, while defending itself from the dog, fell overboard. , The dog watched the struggles of the cat in the water until its master ordered Teddy to get into the 'water. The dog jumped into the water from the gangplank under the pier, and, in further obedience to his master, grasped by the neck the frightened cat, which had been clinging to a piling. King brought to safety in the mouth of the faithful collie.

Five Years to Settle Case.

Goldfield.Nev.—After litigation extending over five years the suit of John C. Parale against Domingo Recaturne and Pierre. Iribarne, involving the ownership of a large band of sheep, has finally ended. Judge Somers in the district court has accepted the final report of J. P. Camou, receiver in the case, and ordered him to pay over to the plaintiff the sum M $4,634.80, the balance of money remaining from the sale of the sheep.

Toy Dog Scares Burglar.

Turkey in Balkan states 1,250,000 India 62,500,000 China 30,000,000 Russian Asia 14,600,000 Other countries 63,400,000 Africa 68,000,000 Australasia s.uou ■ Total 246,703,000 1

MANY ATHLETES DIE

German Football Players Are Killed in Battle. Men of Prowess In Various Lines of Sport Are Covering Themselves With Glory—Rewarded by Kaiser. Berlin. —Many of Germany’s football players and popular athletes of 1 all branches are at the front Several of the best known been killed. Among them are men who to the Germans mean what Hans Wagner or other famous ball players mean to Americans. There are numerous athletes too who have covered themselves with glory on the battlefield and accounts in the newspapers of their/ heroism add to their popularity. HerrAlbers, one of the “star” players of the Football Club “99” of Cologne, and Lieutenant Wunderlich of the same club have been awarded the Iron Cross. Eugen Uhl, of the “Schwlnqmerbund Schwaben” of Stuttgart, one of the foremost promoters of the swimming sport in southern Germany, has been killed in the fighting in the Vosges. Adolf Rees and Teo Rau of the same club also have fallen on the battlefield. Count Ferdinand Fischler von Treuberg of the swimming club of Munich, Captain Wimsen of the “Heljas” chib of Madgeburg have been killed in France. The Officers club and the Boat Club of Mainz mourns the loss of Captain Ludwig Peters, who was killed in France. Captain Peters founded the Officers club, the most exclusive organization in Mainz, and Was one of the ablest oarsmen in the Rhine province. He was the official representative of the German government at the Olympic tournament in Stockholm.

DECORATED BY THE KAISER

A Few Days After Receiving the Order of Merit Mme. Pavlowa la v Arrested as a Spy. New York. —Mme. Anna Pavlowa, who recently arrived in this country to fill her theatrical engagement as a dancer, was decorated by Kaiser Wilhelm with the order of merit just be-

Mme. Anna Pavlowa.

fore the outbreak of the war. A few days after receiving the decoration she was arrested as a spy and was freed only On the condition that she leave Germany immediately;

NOTHING BUT BUSS AHEAD

Summer’s End Confession That Dissolved Clouds Threatening Harold and Muriel. “Harold, * she whispered, “the time has come when I must confess the truth to From the\each before them came the flap-flapping of the restless sea. It is an ocra thing how people will flock in thousands every 'year to the restless sea in search of rest. But let that pass. “Muriel,”. he answered her, “I, too, have a confession to make,, But you make yours first. You are an heiress and have the right of way over a guy like me.” ' In the south the summer moon lavished his silver on the beach, being half full. Half seas oyer, you might say. "No, Harold,” she breathed, "it is not for a girl like I —like me, I mean—to take precedence over a millionaire’s son like you. Speak first, Harold.” “Very well, I will,” said he. “I will be brutally frank. Muriel, I am not the millionaire’s son you think me.” “What millionaire’s son are you, then?” “No millionaire’s. My father is a traveling salesman for felt hats. I have basely deceived you, Muriel. The money which I have flung around so extravagantly to buy you salt water taffy and roller chairs took me a whole year to save up put of my salary of 18 per. Forgive me, dear one, but our dream is over. I am only a clerk in a railroad ticket office, and a man of my station can never hope to marry a society girl like you.” She drew a quick, shuddering sigh, almost like a sob. “I thought you were a society young man,” she gasped. “I thought that we could never wed because I was not your equal. For I am not a millionairess. Hhrold, lam only a milliner. But now ” “Now we can get married,” he cried, “and neither of us will have to be a doormat for the other’s relatives.” The moon jumped behind a cloud. The restless sea crashed upon the sand like a colored man chuting in a load of coal. But there was no cloud on the bliss of Muriel and Harold, and the sea of matrimony spread before them as calm. and smooth and free from danger as a cup of tea. —Newark News.

Yachts May Never Be Used.

Stripped of their spars and rigging, with their sails stowed away and their decks boxed up for the winter, the three cup defenders and the challenger, Shamrock IV, lie at different shipyards in the United Statevqnd .s«*rve as pathetic reminders of the great America's cup contest that was to have been held in September. While the exact amount of money involved is not known, the three racing yachts, with the money spent in elimination races, in preparation for the final. race and ‘in the numerous changes in rigging and equipment, are thought to represent an investment of at least $1,500,000. ' ' The contest has been officially postponed to 1915, but if the war should last two or three years the money invested is as good as thrown away, as in that event the r deterioration of these yachts would be such that It is not likely any of them would be in condition to use in the cup race.— Popular Mechanics.

America's Oldest Paper.

The Hartford .(Conn.) Courant commemorates the one-hundred and fiftieth anniversary of the founding of that newspaper in a special edition of October 25. The issue contained 112 pages. The Courant is the oldest newspaper in America with a record cAcontlnu—ous circulation under its preseht-natfie. Thomas Green printed the first copy 12 years before the Declaration of Independence was signed.. The newspaper printed that document as a matter of news July 15, 1776, “thanks to a speedy courier, who made, the trip from Philadelphia in only 11 days.” A record of American progress and a history of Connecticut and Hartford is taken from the Courant files for the special edition; The biographies of prominent men and widely known firms are included.

Employment Hazards.

According to a bulletin issued by the Industrial commission of Wisconsin, the danger of objects striking workmen constitutes the greatest hazard of present-day employment. "In less than two years,” the bulletin continues, "approximately 65,000 working days were lost by wage earners of Wisconsin due to this cause alone. In addition, 86 men were killed and 107 were permanently disabled. The coet of these accidents to employers, under present compensation law, would amount to over $400,000. Mechanical safeguards would have prevented but a small proportion of these acdidents. They must be avoided, if at all, through the co-operation of employer and employee, which is only made possible to any great extent by better shop organization.”

Where Women Vote.

In the United States women now possess suffrage on equal terms with men in nine states and territories asi follows, with date of Inception: Wyoming, 1869; Colorado, 1893; Utah, 1896; Idaho, 1896; Washington, 1911;; California, 1911; Oregon, Arizona and Kansas, 1913; Alaska, 1913. Blghtyi years ago women voted nowhere save* in Sweden and a few other points in, the old world. ‘