Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 306, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 December 1914 — Page 3

The Governor's Lady

By GERTRUDE STEVENSON

Illustrations from Photographs of the Stage Production

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SYNOPBIB.

.Daniel Slade suddenly advances from a penniless miner to a millionaire and becomes a power in the political and business world. He has bis eye on the governor’s chair. His simple, home-loving wife falls to rise to the new conditions.. CHAPTER I—Continued. “Dan,” shd said, 'Til tell you something. These expensive laundries ruin your shirts right off, and when I. washed 'em they lasted a whole year. They ain’t Ironed right, either.” “Oh, my God!” groaned Slade, helplessly, pitying her lack of understanding rather than being angry with her. "I wish you’d forget, Mary, that I had to let you wash and scrub once. WeTe up now.. Let us kick the ladder out from under us and stay up—forget how we got here.” “But I don’t want to forget,”.remonstrated the little wisp of a woman opposite him. "I was perfectly contented those days. I ain’t now. I hate this house. I hate it It's too big. The help scare me, so many of ’em. I’d like jest one hired girl and my old sitting-room set.” She stopped meditatively, her thoughts wandering back to the early days when her?husband took his pick and dinner pail and tramped off to the mines, and she sang as she bent over the washtub and busied herself at the kitchen stove. Her husband sat with face averted, his Imagination carrying him far into the future —a vision of honor as chief executive of the state and power 4n keeping with the untold riches he had accumulated. • “That’s it," he finally exclaimed, “I want to go ahead and you want to stick over your washtubs. 1 need the support of big people—got to mix with ’em, and be one of ’em. And -you won’t" “No, I don’t have to," replied Mary. "I needn’t.” “You don’t see ths necessity of Joining me?” he asked, testily. . "I don’t know how." “Do you want to know how?" he persisted. “No,” came the provoklngly indifferent answer. “You’re putting the bars up in the middle of the road,” he continued, “and I’m making up my mind to change things." >. Suddenly Mary’s lips quivered and a hurt look showed in her eyes behind the mlety tears as she realized that whatever she did irritated her husband. She started to speak, but was Interrupted by the entrance of a servant, who announced that Senator Strickland and his daughter had Just phoned to say that he and his daughter would nail on their way to the opera. Slade’s face flushed and paled at the thought—flushed at the pleasurable surprise at this unlooked-for attention from the senator, and paled as he thought of -the senator’s stunningly gowned daughter arriving to find his wife in a cheap, ill-fitting dress that would have looked badly even for morning tfear. “Mary, you look like a steerage passenger," he exclaimed suddenly, turning on the flustered little woman, who was aghast at the very thought of a call from the senator and his daughter. “Go upstairs and dress. I’ll make excuses and hold them till you come down." • “1 can’t," she gasped. "I ain’t got time, anyway, and 1 haven’t anything to go to the opera in.” Slade leaned forward and struck the table with his clenched fist “Don’t you understand? You must see these people. Tonight’s paper names me for governor. Strickland’s influence te more necessary to me than any other man’s In the whole state. He controls the party. He’s bringing his daughter to my house. You’re meeting them socially. Come on, now, come on"— he became persuasive—“put on a nice little gown and come along and show them you can do something. We’ll hold a reception here and it’ll be a direct answer to Wesley Merritt’s slur on you In tonight’s paper.” Go to the opera with Katherine Strickland —with a women who had Just returned from Europe—the woman who had dined with a queen and been feted all over the continent. Hold a reception—hostess in this house where she felt, save for her Dan, a stranger. Meet people who spoke In what to her was a strange and altogether unmanageable fashion, Mary caught her breath with a sob of dismay. The very thought paralysed her. “1 can’t, Dan,” she finally managed to blurt out *Td do anything else for you—but not this.” “I’ll not ask you again,” replied Slade, ominously, and poor Mary, too excited to Interpret the threat, picked up her sewing and her newspapers and made for the door. "Tell them," she exclaimed breathlessly, "tell them I had a headache—that’s a fashionable enough excuse, anyway.” And, terrified, she fled dut Of the room as Katherine Strickland and her father were announced. CHAPTER 11.

A Novelization of Alice Bradley's Play I

Ing wife, he saw a woman of perfect poise and queenly carriage, a woman a trifle haughty and insolqnt in her youth and beauty and assured command of all the intricacies of social grace and charm. Her wide, full eyes met his with an engaging, frank curiosity to see this, new factor in the political world; Her gown was a triumph of soft, shimmering silk and alluring chiffon—a gown that emphasised the charm of her proud, statuesque figure. She was the sort of woman that makes a man glow with pride to present as his wife or daughter. She was all that Mary Slade was not. Slade stood looking,at her, fascinated, forgetting for the moment the man she was with, remembering nothing but the magnetic personality of the woman whose reputation for doing big things m a big way wae already known to him —a woman whose eyes meeting his gave back flash for flash and understanding for under- • standing. . Almost ' mechanically Slade found himself acknowledging Senator Strickland’s formal presentation of his daughter. Hesitatingly he offered his hand, which the girl, perfectly at ease, grasped with a cordial, sympathetic pressure. Her eyes were looking critically into his, much as If she were trying to read him through and through and take his measure for future use. Her easy, graceful acceptance of the situation, her thoughtful inquiry for Mrs. Slade’s health, prompted by wellbred sympathy rather than any curious interest, and the cultured modulation of her splendid voice, charmed him as no woman had ever done before. There was nothing of the shy, retiring Ingenue In Katherine Strickland’s makeup. She was a. woman of splendid physique and wonderful mental development Her appeal to a man was that of a dominant Intellect as much as of a lovely woman. She immediately Impressed Slade as being keenwitted, strong-minded..and clever. His admiration displayed Itself in his shining eyes and his unusually affable, attentive manner. Suddenly he found himself comparing his own little old-fashioned wife with this handsome, self-possessed woman before him. What a wife Katherine Strickland would be for the governor of a state! What a picture she would make presiding at the head of a millionaire’s dinner tables! How wonderfully such a woman would adorn the richly furnished rooms of his newly built mansion! Instead of the work-worn fingers of his wife, continuously fumbling with darning threads, he saw, In a mental vision, this woman’s lovely hands constantly engaged in unwinding the threads of problematic political tangles. Here was a woman who would be a “man’s wife and comrade—the very antithesis of the household drudge his own wife was content to be," with no Interest outside of the four walls of her home and no desire for anything bigger in life .than the daily routine of breakfast, dinner and supper, washing on Monday, ironing on Tuesday,, and so on to the end of the week—week after week in the same deadly rut. Here was a woman who would “go along with a man”—possibly a step ahead, blazing the way for new and greater glories and recognizing no limit Slade brought his reflections to a sudden halt as he remembered the girl’s father. “Why, what has happened to you, senator? Your face looks different than it did this afternoon." "Her fault," replied the senator, with a smile of tolerant affection, indicating his daughter. "She made me cut my beard this way. It’s French." Katherine laughed a delightful, throaty little laugh. “Nonsense, father," she protested. "Of course, I-like the West, but I don’t believe in being absolutely typical. I was horrified when I got back and found you so blatantly the typical, much-cartooned Westerner." "Mr. Slade,” resumed Strickland, "a few influential men from different parts of our state are having a meeting in town tomorrow, and I want you to meet them. I’m arranging a little impromptu dinner, and thought Katherine might be able to persuade Mrs. Slade and yourself to Join un,"— “Oh, father, tell the truth,*? • ya*>erlne interrupted. "These gentlemen want to meet you, Mr. Slade. I hear we’re to expect great things of you. You see, I’ve been mixed up in politics all my life, and I do love to have a hand in them." "She’d run for president if they’d let her,” teased -her father. "Indeed I would,” the girl admitted, brazenly. "I’ve got polities in my blood, and home doesn’t seem like home unless politics are being brewed in our dining-room. So you’ll both come, won’t you—you and Mrs. Slade." Slade was stammering his acceptance when Strickland interrupted abruptly. ?.■ "How’d you like to be-'governor, Slade?” Slade threw back, his head with a laugh that was Intended to denote complete unconcern. “Oh—that talk! Did the evening

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN RENS SET, AER IND

Strickland* laugh war a practical admission. Tt would mean a hard fight, Slade. The water-front crowd’s against you, and you can’t get on without their influence.” “Not in this town, at least,” amended Katherine. “You’ve got to have Wesley Merritt, his paper, his hlghfaluting editorials and his speechmaking—and his wife,” Strickland explained. "Ho and Ms crowd run the town.” “Oh, you mean my neighbors T” asked Slade. "They’ll come around,” he finished, meaningly. "But, man alive! Only today Merritt’s attack on you was scurrilous. I remonstrated with him myself. He’z your out-and-out enemy. I’ve tried to get him —to—to come over and shake hands, but be ewears he’ll never cross your threshold—” " » “I guess they'll come when I want ’em to coine,” Slade Interrupted, with an assurance his auditors could not understand. “In fact, I’m looking for ’em any minute now,” and’he consulted his watch. "You’re looking for them —here—tonight?" gasped Strickland, showing plainly he thought Slade was making a joke of the matter. "Yes, tonight,” replied the would-be governor, quietly, and turned to Katherine. Strickland subsided, a question growing in his mind ,as to whether he had fully measured the man he expected to use for his own political and financial ends. There was in Slade’s methdd of fighting a direct and open quality that would make him hard to handle in the crooked and indirect ways of political life. Katherine Strickland’s eyes narrowed as she met Slade’s gaze. Her quick, calculating mind saw in this man the possibility of realizing her highest hopes and ambitions. With such a man a woman could scale any heights—reach any goal. He was hard —yes! But a man needs to beuhard in these days and times if he is ever to accomplish anything. In her fertile -brain smoldered ambitions as great as his ambitions that she now realized would never be attained unless she made some great, radical change In her life. She had pushed her father as far as the man would —could go. She had outdistanced every girl in her circle. She had reached high, but she had triumphed. Now she was at the end of her tether. It was a matter of making some one huge stroke or sinking back Into stupid obscurity, a situation all the more bitter because of her previous successes. The thought of bottling down into the everyday life of the western city where she was born made her very soul squirm. Surely there was something more In life for her. Surely there, were bigger goals to be gained. She had never realized how empty the old home life was until now, when she suddenly found herself a part of it again after the brilliant European season and the stimulating, exciting life In diplomatic circles at the capital - The thought of remaining in the West, a big frog in a little puddle, had grown positively hateful to her. Big or little herself, she wanted a big puddle. She was quite satisfied in her own mind that no puddle would be so big that she couldn’t become a frog of considerable size in it Now, as her restless brain and soul clamordd for higher goals and a wider field, the thought of Slade’s millions, Slade’s dominating, forceful personality, Slade’s reputation for sweeping everything before him, Slade’s probable governorship, flashed through her mind like a burning streak of electric fire. With him, with his weapons, what a career lay before a woman! Just as suddenly she found herself wondering what sort of a woman had been a mate to this man for so many years. She was conscious of a poignant pang of envy—jealousy almost—against this woman who had the opportunity which was denied her. "Well, what do you think of your own country, now you're back?” she heard Slade’s voice saying. "Seem big to you?” (TO BE CONTINUED.)

French Temperance Society.

An organization tor the promotion of temperance in France has been founded by M. Schmidt, deputy for ths department of the Vosges. A feature of the new body is its catholicity. It inclujles every shade of political and religious belief, and all classes of society—politicians, professional men and workmen. A meeting, addressed by doctors, lawyers and a deputy, has just been held in Bordeaux. The new association, which is called "L’Alarme,” justifies its name by caUIng attention to the rising flood of alcoholism to France.

Remembered Instructions.

She was a little girl and very polite. It was the first time she had been on a visit alone, and she had been carefully instructed how to behave. “If they ask you to dine with them.” papa had said, “you must say, ‘No, thank you; I have already dined.*" It turned out Just as papa had anticipated. “Come along, Marjorie,” said her little friend’s father, “you must have a bite with us.” "No, thank you.” said the little girl, with dignity; "I have already bitten.”

To Make Whitewash stick.

To keep whitewash from rubbing off easily make a thin cooked paste of one pint of wheat flour and add to each pallfuL A little carbolic acid added to the whitewash will help pre* vent the places where it is used get ting musty.

AMERICA'S BEST EXPERT IN LACE

Sara Hadley Knows AH There Is to Know About the Delicate Fabrics. IS CONSULTED BY UNCLE SAM . ■■■'' I ■■■■■ I I ■ ■■■!■ 11 Inborn Bklll,/Study Abroad, -and Teaching Have Made This Canadian Wo nan One of the Greatest Lace Connoisseurs in This Country. By RICHARD SPILLANE. (Copyright, McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) Whenever the United States cue-, toms authorities at one of the large ports along the Atlantic have laces or other delicate fabrics about the value of which they are in doubt, there is one rule to follow. That is to send for Sara Hadley. In the estimation of the government, she knows more about needlework than any other woman in America. She is America’s great lace expert. There is not a stitch that is known to woman that sheisn’t mistress of. There isn’t a thread that ever was made that she doesn’t know the history of. There isn’t a precious piece of lace work handed down from former centuries that she doesn’t know as well as'the most famous of art experts know the work of Michael Angelo, Rubens, or any of the other great masters. Whatever she says about the product of the needle is accepted as gospel. Some girls take naturally to needlework. Sara Hadley was one of them. She is a Canadian, having been bom in Chatham, which isn’t far from Detroit. She had a local reputation before she was twelve years old for her remarkable work in the sewing line. Her people were well to do and there was no particular reason why she should apply herself to needlework, but she had so much love for making pretty things and so much patience that her parents determined to indulge her to the fullest and give to her every opportunity to learn all there was to be learned about the art. After she got through school on this side of the water, they sent her abroad. She finished her regular studies in a famous educational institution and then she took a sort of postgraduate course by traveling all over Europe. She didn’t travel as most women travel, but went to live among the peasants to study their work with the needle. There she got more knowledge about lace making than she ever absorbed through books or regular teaching. Through France, Belgium, Switzerland. Italy, Sweden and Ireland she went on her mission of study. It took years of earnest work, but they were happy years. Was Forced Into Business. . When she returned to this side of the Atlantic she had no intention of making a business use of her accomplishments. Some persons are forced into business. Miss Hadley couldn’t help sewing. It was second nature to her. Women who saw her work or heard about it questioned her. Then they told others about her. That led to a lot of visitors. They made all sorts of suggestions to her as to what she should do. Some of them wanted to take lessons-from her. She went to New York and had' the same experience she had in other cities. She was induced to give lessons in embroidery and the most delicate of needlework to a small class of women. That paid her so well that she took another class. Teaching was easy for her. A little later she began to write about lace and as a result of that writing she became editor of a magazine known as the Lace Maker. Collectors consulted Miss Hadley whenever they wished to buy fine Utoes. Museums asked her . judgment and employed her to search the history of such laces as they possessed. The government recognized her officially by using her writings and her examples as the basis tor instruction in needlework in the government schools in Porto Rico, the Philippines and elsewhere. Then she got to buying laces and displaying them. Probably no woman who ever lived has had pore influence on needleworkera than Miss Hadley. She has invented all sorts of- stitches, and created a multitude of new designs. It was she who introduced the doily and table laces generally. The inserting of lace into linen tor table laces was her work. She can copy any picture in lace. She can represent any style or any period with the deft touches of the needle. Now a Great Lace Dealer. From her start as teacher and her work as editor and adviser to collectors, Miss Hadley has grown gradually to be one of the great lace dealers of America. Many of her treasures the public never see. All the more beautiful of her laces are hidden away in great safes, guarded as Jealously as the Maiden Lane diamond merchants guard their most precious jewels. And why not? Some of these laces are eight centuries old. There are pieces of gowns worn by priests', bishops and princes of the church ages before Columbus was born. There are collars that were worn by the dQges of Venice to the time of Venetian greatness. They are very thin, very frail, very filmy. They are worth a hundred times their weight in gold. They are the very finest examples of

Venetian lace making, but Venice played only one part to the history of lace making. ;The Belgians are famous for their work. So are the French. So are the Irish. So are the Danes. People go to see Miss Hadley’s laces as they go to see old friends, or as people-go to the Metropolitan museum to feast upon its treasures. To some persons old laces have a very strong personal appeal. When Miss Hadley disposes of one of her belongings that she has had for a long time, the regulars sigh, if they do not actually mourn. There probably is not another business in all New York just like that of this lace maker from a little Canadian town. She has the histories and the romances of hundreds of families in the goods she deals in. Many of her laces are heirlooms., Some are old-time lace shawls that have been in one family for two, three, four or five generations. Some of them are very old and very rare. Now it is the fashion for us to use these as wedding veils or as decorations for wedding dresses. The more of history there is to one of these exquisite bits of lace, the more valuable. She Can Repair Anything. Now and then a tearful woman will come to Miss Hadley and throw herself on her mercy. She may be a millionaire or a run-down Knickerbocker. It matters not, if it so happens that

A Tearful Woman Will Come to Miss Hadley.

one of her old laces has been torn by accident or through the carelessness of a servant That laee has been the joy of her life, the pride of all her possessions. If Miss Hadley cannot mend it what is she to do? Miss Hadley does mend it It may take months, sometimes it takes a year if the damage is particularly bad, but she can mend anything that a needle is capable of mending. It does not signify if it is point applique, or rose point, oi; bruge, or Venetian, or carrickmacross, or burano; once she sees the stitch and the design, the rest is merely a matter of patience—a patience most trying in some instances. To assist her in her work, the lace expert has had to train quite a large number of women. Some ot these are going to take up the line of teaching later on. The work they are now doing is delicate in the extreme; it is so fine that they cannot work at it more than two or three hours a day. On some of the pieces made by lace makers the needleworker Is employed two or three years. The number of stitches they take is to the millions. They make things as small as a butterfly and they make others things as large as a great tablecloth that would cover a board of the most generous proportions. No painter ever gave more attention to detail than do these remarkable needleworkera in carrying out the designs in these fabrics. They have to know art and they have to know history. They stitch out Egypt’s most famous queen just as easily as they do the plainest of mosaic work. Rich Women Her Pupils. Probably no woman in the world has had more rich women for her pupils than has this needleworker from Canada. One of the first women she taught when she came to New York was Mrs. William Astor. Her second or third was Mrs. Collis T. Huntington. To give the whole list would be like repeating the Blue Book. Mrs. Huntington has come to be one of the greatest collectors in America. Her. laces are of fabulous value. She has given more earnest study to the history of lace than any other of the rich women that have shown expertness In needlework. She is almost qualified to be a lace expert herself. If she lost all her money tomorrow, she could earn a good living from her knowledge of laces. To Miss Hadley’s mind no business open to women today offers greater opportunities than lace making. It is broad in its scope. It takes in the poor glri and the girl who is gently bred. Ito rewards are large to those who master it It practically it in its

infancy in the United States. So long as there is wealth, and the tore of the beautiful, lace making will endure. There is no reason why American laee makers should not, if well taught WK. come the equal of the European. The American girls who have taken up lace making and have been ambitions and have had their heart to their work, have made surprising progress. Some of them, to filet lace make parts of the mesh Just as well as do the most expert lace makers of Europe.

ONE OF NATURE’S WONDERS

Heart Development in the Child Has Always Interested Students of ' Biology. What the editor of the Medical Record regards as one of the wonders of blplogy is the manner of the development of the heart of the child. He writes as follows regarding an investigation by a continental physician: “One of the happiest adaptations of nature is found In the functional peculiarities of the infantile heart. From tiie embryological viewpoint alone, the evolution of this organ, from a simple pulsating tube to a complicated fourchambered pump, is one of the wonders of biology. An interesting philosophical inquiry Into the special manner in which the heart of the child is adapted to the needs of the growing

organism Is presented by Armbruster In the Zentralblatt fur Kinderheilkunde, August 1,1914. “He notes that the increased rate of the heart beat In early life diminishes the burden of the heart in the following manner: the amount of blood pumped at each Impulse is correspondingly smaller, the aspirating force of the right heart is increased, and the rapidly developing heart muscle is more effectively nourished. The author attributes the relative immuni-. ty of very young children to infectious diseases to the rapidity with which the blood flows through the arteries, which rapidity makes it difficult for microorganisms to gain a foothold in the blood stream.”

HOW TREES PROCURE FOOD

Belief Is That Sustenance la Digested In Advance of .Its Consumption. Every gardener knows that a tree can be fed and nude to grow with increased vigor. If proper nourishment in the form of humus, nitrogen, phosphate, etc., be placed about Va roots the tree will absorb this food and grow rapidly and strongly. But how the tree feeds is somewhat more difficult to explain. In all probability the tree digests its food first and consumes it afterward. Certain it is that the average tree has no means of consuming food as a whole, as members of the animal kingdom absorb it. It is well known that the larvae of certain insects digest their food first and consume it afterward. Observation would indicate that thisis exactly what the tree does. The tiny rootlets act on the substances lathe earth, dissolving and bracking them up so they can be absorb«*d through the root pores. In order so to be taken up the chemicals must be in liquid form and devoid of all waste. The end of each root is armed with) a horny substance with which it can burrow through the hard soil in search of food.

Wrong Location.

St. Peter—“ You can't come in hew.” Reporter—"l guess I can" (shows badge.) St. Peter—“ Not on that; that letk you inside the fire lines. This io the other place.”—The Club-Fellow.

Their Use.

“Pop, armies have wings, haven't they?" “Yes, my son.” “Do they use ’em when they waal to Ayr .