Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 6, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 7 January 1915 — Page 2

The Governor's La dy A Novelizatien of Alice Bradley's Play

By GERTRUDE STEVENSON

Illustrations from Photographs of the Stage Production

SYNOPSIS. Daniel Slade auddenly advances from a penniless miner to a millionaire. He-is ambitious to become governor ot the state. His simple, home-loving wife fails to rise to the aew conditions. Slade meets Katherine, daughter of Senator Strickland. and sees In her all that Vary U not. Slade decides to separate from his wife and takes rooms at his club. His desertion of his wife and his constant attendance on Katherine Strickland causes public comment. Editor Merritt is won over to the support of Slade because he cannot otherwise supply the money for a European trip demanded by Mra Merrttt

CHAPTER Vl—Continued. "There are strangers there who learned of your—er —domestic difficulties for the first time tonight," StrickIsad continued. "Merritt has thrown the bombshell.’* . "Why, I thought—s Slade began to protest ~ "He’s all right" came the senator’s reassuring tones. “It had to come out He’s got his coat off In there for you now. He maintains that the opposition papers are bound to take It up at any moment Now, what do you adviee?” "The truth," thundered Slade. "My wife Is preparing to desert me. It will happen”—Hayes jumped up and flung himself out of the room—‘tomorrow —the next day—any hour.” ' “ ‘‘l see," and the senator looked (grave. "Is this irrevocable, Slade ?”

“Irrevocable,” declared Slade, positively. "Jus I have told you several times, senator, It is Irrevocable. 11l stand by that" 11

Convinced that Slade knew his own :mlnd in this matter as well as he had jthe reputation for knowing it in all other matters, Strickland returned to >the waiting politicians. Slade had been alone but a few minutes when Katherine returned. “Well, Mr. Slade.” the girl ex- : claimed, “things seem to be coming -our way." Slade was In no mood for mere conversation. He was annoyed at Hayes' attitude, and incensed because his private affairs were being publicly discussed in the next room. Mentally be consigned Hayes to the devil, bis wife to the far East of the country, land registered a vow with himself that he would have that divorce and the woman he wanted in spite of everybody and everything. He resolved to sound Katherine out then and there. He turned over in his mind the most cold-blooded proposition that a man ever made to a woman. He was planning to ask her to marry him, when he should be free, to decorate his home, preside at his table, share his wealth and the

honors of the chief executive of the state. There would be no warmth in his tone, no love in his heart, no hanger of his lips for hers, no yearning of his arms for her yielding figure, there would be none of the fire of youth, nothing of the love of little children, nothing of the spirit that ' makes of marriage a sacrament rather than a thing of convenience. As Katherine walked across the room, moving toward him with the quiet grace and dignity of the welltrained, well-gowned woman, he had a fleeting memory of the slight, badly dressed little woman, whose diffidence in strange surroundings had always fretted him. She a governor’s wife? Impossible! He rose and stood beside the woman whom he proposed to use as another living stepping stone. “Miss Strickland,” his mind fully made up, “you’ve done a lot for me in the last few weeks while you’ve been making that bust. I think I understand you in a way. The more I see of you the more I - think I —Fd like to make a—well, a bargain with you. That doesn’t seem to be quite the word,“ he hesitated as the girl averted her eyes. “Yet I think that’s what we call it.’’ s •->. “A bargain?” echoed Katherine. “Yes, a. bargain," he repeated. “I never knew but one woman well —that was Mrs. Slade. She’s a good woman —a mighty good woman, but we can’t —I never had a home—not a home like Strickland’s. When I have another house —that’ll be what I'll want, I’ll want my friends, my acquaintances, to come there. I want —well —headquarters. And I want a woman at the head of iny house that I can be proud of—like\Strickland."

Katherine was not surprised. She had anticipated some such move as this on his part, but now that she was face to face wtth the unvarnished suggestion, she found herself more shocked than she,, would have believed. , , “In a couple of months 11l stand free,” he went on. “PerKbps sooner. 1 don’t expect any woman’s going to love me—she isn’t. Got to do that when you’re young. But I’d do all I could for the woman. She’d have everything—money and-—the power that goes with it. I want to say right here that I wouldn’t speak if I thought young Hayes had a chance. \I saw he didn’t’’ \ At the mention of Hayes’ name Katherine had an instant’s vision of Bob’s tender face—his eyes burning with love looking into hers —of his youth—his strength—his fine honor, and. her. .heart cited.awJLilegpeMidy. pitifully, for the shelter of his arms. ■ ' • ' -

In another moment the old recurrent vision of Ilfs in the old town, dull, cheap, uninteresting, and the lure of what Slade was offering, the money, the clothes, the servants, the power to reign supreme, swept her off her feet. The thought of divorce did not terrify her. Mrs. Slade, whom she had never seen, was only a name. As Slade watched her standing straight and white, he feared he had been too brutally blunt. “You needn’t think it over now,” he hastened to add. “Perhaps you will later, and perhaps you won’t. That’s for you to decide. 1 guess I’ve said all I can say."

But Katherine was not a woman to shrink from a situation because ot its unpleasant features. She knew that she couldn’t have all the things jflHdWanted without some suffering, eome pain. Her father's world had taught her that love was a thing of small consideration where marriage was concerned, unless It went with the advancement of one’s ambitions. Love was not of the world. Place, power, wealth —these were of the world and this man offered them to her. —----- ------

“This isn’t a matter of sentiment,” she agreed with him calmly. “I’ll be perfectly frank with you. I don’t say I won’t think it over. I Just what you wagit of a woman. When you can go to my father free there won’t be any barrier in the way."

She offered her hand As if to bind the bargain. He held it for a brief instant and • with a hurried "thank you” left the rdbm. . CHAPTER VII. Left alone, Katherine drew a long breath. Her face was set and her eyes were harder than It is good for a woman’s eyes to be. She pictured to herself the future for which she had Just bargained. There would be wealth—no more pinching struggle with masked poverty, her father at ease, his political debts all paid. There would be no more pretense that her art was for love of it and not for money—she would be free to follow her deelres In this as in all else. There would be honor and power as wife of the state’s chief executive—and that was but a step to further honors that she would achieve at Slade’s side —with Slade—always with Slade —ah! As she stood thus the horror of what she had agreed to do swept over her, and she sank moaning and shivering Into a chair, covering her face as If to shut but the hideous vision of herself as Slade's wife. She did not hear Bob enter, and did not know he was in the room until he touched her shoulder with tender alarm, exclaiming, "Why, Katherine, what’s the matter?" He did not think he ever remembered Katherine, strong, firm-willed Katherine, looking so pathetic and helpless. She dropped her hands from her face and he was surprised to see the misery in her eyes and the drawn lines about her mouth. “I’m cold —I’m cold! I’ve had an awful chill,” she tried’ to say, her teeth chattering with the sudden cold that seemed to freeze her lips. “Don’t touch roe, JBob?” she choked. “I’ve done it. I’ve done it, I always knew I'd do something terrible —I’ve done It." Her voice was hollow and her eyes were blank and expressionless. “Katherine, tell me wh&t’e the matter? Can’t you tell me?” There was a world of love and tender solicitude in Bob's voice. His manner seemed to rouse her, and she began to pace the floor excitedly.

“My mind’s made up. It’s all over between us now. I’m going to marry Slade,” the words were uttered quickly, breathlessly. “You’re going to marry Slade,” Bob could scarcely believe his ears. “You must be craxy!" “No.” Her voice was firmer now. “But I’m twenty-seven years old, twenty-seven years old.” She bit the words off with a vengeance. “Soon I'll be thirty—thirty—do you hear? And you’re the only man I’ve ever cared a rap for. I’ve tried to marry other men, rich men, men with important positions. Once I nearly did it in Europe. Then I thought of you. and I waited, 1 waited. And it’s too late now. I can’t wait any longer. I’ve worried and wondered ever since I got home what I could do. What I could do! Slade’s the answer, Bob, Slade's the answer.” “My God, Katherine!’* -Hayes wms completely bewildered at this unexpected outburst. “Slade’s married.” ri don’t care,’’ she retorted,:: defiantly. gaining courage as she talked. "A woman more or less is nothing to that man. He’ll move a mountain. He’ll soon sweep her out of his path.” The hot "blood surged up into Hayes’ face. He was aghast at this peep into the soul of the woman he had thought was tender and dear and sweet Her complete disregard of Mrs. Slade en-

raged him. ~ “So this Is what Slade has done!” His fists were clinched. “This is what he’s after. This is what you want I’m not surprised,” he went on, bitterte «‘lt j»M alwayaJjß “Yes," she met this accusation, an

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angry light in her eyes. "It was always in me. I always had to have everything, be everything. I can’t stay here and be a nobody. We’re getting horribly poor. If we look prosperous, It’s because nothing is paid for. When I was a child I always had to lead all the little games.” She was talking rapidly, earnestly. "Then .when I grew up there was only one leader here—Katherine Strickland, and after there was never but one woman left this place and did the things I’ve done and made the successes I’ve made, and now—to come back here—and settle down! When I’m Mrs. Slade I’ll have the life I’m after —money and power and Europe—the world.”

"Don’t forget Slade,” came sarcastically from Hayes. "Don’t forget Slade,” and he came toward her. "You’ll have 81&de, too. You’ll have to live with him, a man who has lived all his life with another woman—who—” j * “Don’t!” she commanded. "He is only marrying me for a—a sort of housekeeper.” "You’ll be his wife just the same.” Every word was a sting. "Yes —you'll have your revenge,” Katherine answered quietly, more to herself than to him. Her voice dropped wearily. “Every time he kisses me—every time he comes Into the room. But I’ll get used to him, I suppose. Women get used to that sort of thing.” "Yes, and then go to the devil! 11l tell you what I think of you,” he stormed. "You’re a bad woman. You’re as rotten as the? make them. There’s no type so low. You’re bad to the marrow. London and Washington and Paris have done for you. You’ve butterflied all over the world till you're a heartless jade, junketing about from one embassy to another with all your pretty little cheating, tricks and not a decent thought In your head.” “I won’t listen,” she gasped, amazed at his denunciation of her. "You will listen!" “Don’t, oh, don’t say such things, Bob,” she pleaded."Why not?” he demanded. “You who plan to do such a devilish thing in the eyes of God and of men, can you be efrftld te hear what it really 1b you plan ? You will listen! ’’ He took a step nearer. He caught her roughly by the shoulders. He buried his lips into the soft tendrils of hair around her ear as he almost shouted: “You are going toTob a poor little woman—step Into her house and snatch away her husband —and the only excuse you can offer Is that you want his money. Why don’t you rob somebody outright and get away with It? It’s more honest." Katherine shrank from him with a cry of protest. “And all the while you love me," he went on, passionately, “you love — me— ’* - ”1 don’t,” she sobbed. “You lie!” he accused, hotly. "Well, supposing I do —what can you give me?” she asked coolly. “What can I give you?” he repeated. Then with a look of utter loathing In his eyes: “You contemptible little—” and he flung her from him. "You’re going to sell what’s mine to the highest bidder,” he panted. “But Slade’s not divorced yet, and before you get out of tills dirty mire you’ll regret it. You’ll find yourself so deep In scandal —” “I won’t,” Katherine protested, vehemently. “I won’t have a scandal." “They’ll say he’s your lover,” hla rage turning into fury.

Katherine looked at him as if she had been turned to stone. Then the real significance of what he had said fanned to a flame the rage that was burning In her heart —rage at him — at conditions —at everything? She gripped her fingers around one of the lovely rosea at-her belt and crushed it to a pulp. Then Bhe ripped them from her gown—his roses —and threw them among the blazing logs in the fireplace. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

ROLL-TOP DESK IS BARRED

In the Interest of Efficiency Eastern Railroad Equips Its Offices With Modern Fumishinga

This is an age of efficiency, and In the successful stores; offices, and corporations one sees many things that make for more efficient work on the part of every one from the big boss down to the janitor. Nowhere perhaps is efficiency mors rigidly demanded than on most of the railroads. An order just issued by an Eastern railroad is illustrative of the point. This order forbids the use of roll-top desks by any of the employes—all offices from.the president’s down and all those along the system have been equipped with flat-top desks." '

This la bo the men will not cram pigeonholes full of papers and pile work and papers on their desks, dose them up and go home. The man with a fiat-top desk will dear it off before leaving. In fact It’s mandatory In case, and hg steps up to* his desk the next morning, not having to fuss and fume over a pile of unsorted papws, but ready to dig right in on the day’s job. There's nothing left undone from yesterday.

Leaders Laid the Foundation.

In nunnti toll, in commerce, in education and .in public service, at home, at the council board, In the church, there is not a bit of routine you «« put your hand to, but the saints and heroes were at the beginning of it. “Princes dug this well, yea, the nobles of the people hollowed it out with,their scepters and " With their staves."--George Adam Smith.

GERMANS WELL FED

Soldiers Live in Trenches in Comparative Comfort. Well Supplied With Food and Clothing and Are Smiling and Contented —Health Conditions Better Than in Peace Time*.

Headquarters of a Certain German Army in France. —A correspondent of the Associated Press, during a week in the field of operations, has been the guest of General von Heeringen, formerly war minister and now commanding the Seventh army; General von Zwehl, the capturer of Maubeuge, and General von Emmich, the conqueror of Liege and Namur. Several hours were passed In the trenches in a picturesque old town where German riflemen and French legionnaires plan and play grim practical jokes of war upon each other from positions a scant 200 yards apart. A race of German troglodytes was found in one place on this front. Men, horses, supplies, hospitals and so forth were housed in hillside caverns, formerly stone quarries, which were absolutely protected by a 50-foot stone roof from even the most powerful shell fire.

The Germans are evidently preparing for an extended occupation. The French peasants, under the supervision and to a certain extent the mild compulsion of the Germans, have planted winter crops and are working in the fields.

Important bridges destroyed during the occufjfejdon operations are every* where permanently rebuilt with steel from Germany. The roads are being maintained as usual by French labor and In some cases factories are being reopened. A trip of inspection was made through a labyrinth of field fortifications and approaches along the Aisne, at Its nearest point to Paris, where the lines are normally 200 or 300 yards apart.

The soldiers even In the foremost trenches were found living In comparative comfort in their underground shelters. They were well supplied with blankets, food, water and clothing, and are in good spirits despite their long residence irf the trenches. Desultory infantry fire is always in progress here and the. rattle of machine guns breaks out now and then. The artillery on both sides has thrown tons of iron daily, but there have been no great fights of late in this section of the front.

Of all the Impressions of the trip one of the most striking is that left by the countless stacks of unthreshed grain, stretching for miles in every direction throughout this granary of northern France.

Over a hundred German threshing machines of the largest size are working In the region occupied by the array.

The army is not-'only living on the supplies of flour and meat derived from this section of the country, but Is actually sending wheat and flour back to Germany. The German soldier at the front Is smiling and well fed, as he has one more warm meal daily than iff peace time. The lean greyhounds seen after the dash on Paris are again rounding out into portly Germans. No trip to the front vould be complete without a visit to the field hospital. Health conditions are remarkably good, the surgeons state; even better than in peace times. There has been considerable typhoid, but this is now well In hand, owing to the vigorous use of the Antityphoid serum.

DISTRIBUTING IRON CROSSES

A German officer decorating men of his regiment with iron crosses. Many of the men in the ranks have been awarded this insignia.

Indian Implement Found.

Bemidji, Minn. —Tools and implements from elk herns made by Indians many years ago were found by Charles Warfield while excavating for tbe foendaiis* of * steel tower; —The specimens were found buried in about four feet of earth.

CRUMBLING FORTS OF THE SULTAN

This ancient fort and battlement, which is crumbling with age, is one of the fortifications about Constantinople depended on by tne Turk to keep out the allies. Beyond the tower i& the residential district of Constantinople.

IS GERMANY’S HERO

Von Hindenburg Hailed as Liberator of East Prussia.

Correspondent Gets First Interview With .Field Marshal—Has Implicft Confidence in Ultimate Success of German Arms-

Vienna. —A correspondent of the Vienna New Free Press has obtained the first interview given by Field Marshal von Hindenburg, the hero of Germany. A translation of the main portion of the article follows: General von Hindenburg cordially greeted me, led the way to the dining room and requested me to take a seat by his side. Supper was simple, consisting of soup and one course. Whatever delicacies the table held were love offerings from Germany which the liberator of East Prussia is daily receiving in plenty. And so it is that champagne was served, and evdh Hungarian wine of old vintage, which, in this city, according to ancient tradition, is considered the acme of delicacies on an epicurean table.

Jn answer t 6 a question relative to what experience he has had since the co-operation of the German and Aus-tro-Hungarian armies General von Hindenburg answered: “The Austrians and Hungarians are excellent soldiers. Men as well as officers are brave and courageous. We have been fighting shoulder to shoulder and have implicit confidence in the ultimate success of our mutual fighting. We esteem the Austrians and Hungarians as excellent comrades. The relations between the two armies are very cordial. At present we are maintaining lively connections with General Dankl, the leader of the First Austrian army corps, with which we have established lines of communication.”

The conversation changed from friends to enemies. In answer to a question about the Russians General von Hindenburg said: “The Russians, too, are good soldiers. They have discipline, and discipline will eventually decide this war. But Russian discipline is entirely different from German and Austro-Hun-garian discipline. In our armies discipline is the result of spirit .and morale, while in the Russian army It is a combination of silent, inane obedience. The Russian soldier stands still because he was told to stand still, and he stands as if nailed to the spot. What Napoleon I said of the Russians holds good even today: ‘lt is not sufficient to shoot the Russian dead. It is also necessary to throw him down/

“The Russians have learned much since the war with Japan. Their strength consists In the establishment of fortified positions in the field. They understand thoroughly h(bw to dig themselves into the soil. No sooner have they occupied a position tfian they disappear ten- minutes later' ip the earth like moles. But pur soldiers have learned that too; they didn’t like to do it, but they had to do it in self-defense.

“Yes, the Russians are good soldiers,” the general repeated. **But nevertheless one needn’t fear them. We are not at all afraid of the Russian superiority. Superiority is characteristic of the Russians. It is their principal weapon. He who fights against Russia fights against superiority. At Tannenbprg they yore three times stronger than our forces and yet it has been shown how much that helped them. Oh, no, this superiority is not half as dangerous as "it appears. is present stage of the war.

“Though the Russians drive against our borders like a huge steamroller* they will not find it possible to roll over us. Quite the contrary; the Russians are fagged out. They may say and do what they please, thj fact remains that all indications point toward a speedy disintegration of their forces. They are beginning to feel the lack of arms and ammunition. The prisoners we take point significantly with their hands toward their mouths. That means that their soldiers are hungry. Even their officers lack food.

The other day we captured one who was disguised as a peasant.' He was about to be shot as a spy. At the last moment he succeeded in proving that he had disguised himself for no other reason than to obtain food. “Unfortunate though that may seem, it favors us. War cannot be conducted along sentimental lines. The more cruel war is being waged the more merciful is its reality, because the sooner the war is terminated. The more humanitarian way of conducting a war is that which brings about peace most quickly.”

PERSIAN NOBLEWOMAN HERE

Miss Mahin Banou-es-Sultaneh is visiting her uncle, All Kuli Khan, Persian charge d’affaires In Washington. She is the first Persian noblewoman to visit the United States.

JAG IS RENEWED BY WATER

Curious Effect of Tipple, Made From Bwest Potatoes, Used by Samoan Natives. Washington, D. C.—Prohibition has invaded the insular possessions of the United States. a» a result of Secretary Daniels’ order driving- thp demon jrum out of the navy. Guam and Samoa are especially affected because of the fact that they are both under naval authority end classed as naval stations. In Samoa the natives, while hot known as heavy drinkers, concoct a most deadly liquor from a mash of sweet potatoes. It is known aa “swipes.” It is said that even after a carousel lasting all night its effect willj wear away with a few home’ sleep, bf' water' will’ even fine* "jag” than that of the night before.