Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 12, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 January 1915 — Page 2

The Governor's Lady A Novelization of Alice Bradley's Play

By GERTRUDE STEVENSON

fflustratfcns from Photographs of the Stage Production

SYNOPSIS. Daniel Slade, suddenly advances from a penniless miner to a millionaire. He Is ambitious to become fovemor of the state. His simple, home-lovtn* wife falls to rise to the new conditions. Slade meets Katherine, daughter of Senator Strickland, and aees In her all that Mary is not. He separates from his wife and takes rooms at his club. Editor Merritt, who has been attacking Slade, is won over to the latter's support because he cannot otherwise supply the money demanded for a European trip for Mrs. Merritt. Katherine agree# to marry 81ade when he Is free. Bob Hayes. In love with Katherine, has a stormy session with her over her affair with Slade. Mary, anxious to make It up with Slade, appears at Strickland's house during a political conference. Slade Informs her that separation la (Inal. ’ Mary declares that she will light a divorce. She returns to the little cottage where they started out In married Ufa

CHAPTER IX—Continued. Conscious of the song, Mery remembered the lamb stew that she had left cooking on the kitchen Are. Dan had always lowed lamb stew; that Is, her lamb stew. She remembered how heartily he always ate of it, how he never failed to perns his plate for a second "helplnlg," and how he used to look up at her and say: 'This is lapping good. Mary. I think I will have a bit more.” Just as ir he needed any urging! Mary found her thoughts growing very tender when she suddenly remembered that tonight she must sit down alone at the table, that instead of two she would only serve one plateful of that stew. Her heart contracted with a pathetic, futile longing for things as “they used to be," and grew bitter as she remembered conditions as they were. f!hs sat with her face pillowed on her arms, so absorbed in her unhappy reflections that she didn't hear the door open, didn’t hear a etep until someone leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the faded cheek that Dan used to pat so lovingly and declare was lovelier than their garden roses. “Oh, Rob!" Mary exclaimed, starting up in glad surprise. "I didn’t hear you drive up.” “I didn’t,” Bob laughed, goodnaturedly. “My car 1b stranded two blocks back.” and he threw his linen duster on the eofa as Mary hastened in her fond little way to take his hand and hover about him.

“It’s strhnge how near town this place seems to be," Bob rattled on. “When we lived here before it was clear out in the country, but with a motor car It's right next door to town." > "Well, aunty,” and he stretched himself out in an easy chair, “I suppose it's like heaven to you to get back here to the old home you lived in so many years?” “Yes,” Mary agreed, rather indifferently. “Any of the old neighbors left. I'd like to see them —some of ’em.” “I never noticed before how many questions old neighbors could ask, Rob,” Mary sighed, as she recounted the curious visits of her old friends, who had inquired anxiously and repeatedly for Mr. Slade, how he was ~ getting on, and when he would be down, and a dozen other questions In the phraseology of people who, as old friends, take the liberty of coming as near as possible to demanding that you unburden your soul to them on the spot. “You’ll kind of have to dodge ’em. Bob. I don't know when I’ve lied so. What do you think of a man who forces a woman to lie?” "Well,” Hayes hated the old subject, hated the thought of Mary dwelling continually on her unhappiness. “Didn’t they know about Slade?” and he began to toy with the spools of thread that Mary had been using for the inevitable sewing that had so annoyed her husband.

"Either they don’t know or they want to Und oat more than they already know,” Mary answered, wearily. “So I ait here lying and lying.” * “Ygu Intend to Btick it out and stay here?" “Yes,” Mary answered with a quiet determination. “Well, he can’t call thie desertion,” Hayes went on. "You own this house together. It’s your home as well as his.” “Yes,” agreed Mary, "but It's awful fighting my husband. What’s the matter with you. Bob? You used to tell me a lot about Miss Strickland, and lately you—have you had any trouble?” she asked, kindly, forgetting her own sorrow at the thought of the possible unhappiness of this young man whom she loved.as tenderly as if he had been her own son.

"Don't let us talk about her,” Bob objected. “All right. Robert.” Mary attempted to be cheery as she saw how abstracted and dejected Bob waa “Dinner will be ready in a minute and you can sit right down.” “I won’t give in to him!” she declared as she put 09 an extra plate and knife and fork. “11l never give him that divorce." “Don't yon ever think of anything else?” Hayes questioned, soberly. ■ “Up; It's no use, Robert; I get hot and cold hiding my husband when I think how he is treating me. I know It's wrong, but I do! Sometimes when I wake up suddenly in the night and. see the old room and remember that lie’s living at his chib and enjoying

life and me here miserable, I Just get sick hating him." ’ "Now, auntie” —Hayes was anxious to divert her attention —“I wouldn't think of that. You have the best of him. You’ve got him beaten. I have a good lawyer for you, and he'll be out to see you today. You know I'd take the case myself, but it wouldn't be professional. You've positively made up your mind to fight the divorce to a finish?” "Tooth and nail!” Mary's answer came through eet teeth. "Then you’ve got him. He can't fight a woman In the courts In his position, with his nomination before him.” “I've got him. have IT Mary was all eagerness now. "You're sure of it? Was he very mad about my coming here? Has my lawyer seen his lawyer?” Hayes answered the last of her many questions first “They met today." "Did you get me two lawyers, Rob?" "Yes, 1 got two. I got s whole Arm." “Do you think I need another —so's to be sure?” ’ Hayes laughed. . "You have all you need, auntie.” "Thank God, I got the telephone In so they can call me up.” Mary was almost feverish in her excitement. "1 couldn't go on the witness stand. He doesn't know that, though. Any signs of Dan going back to the house, now I’m out of It?” The bell that never hesitates to Interrupt at any moment rang Insistently. Mary jumped about in her excitement and finally took down the receiver. She dropped It as hastily and backed away. "You'd better answer It, Rob.” “It’s Slade,” Bob declared, holding his hand over the transmitter. "He wants to talk to you.” “No, slree!" Mary was vehement. "Cut him off! I ain't going to talk to him. I’ve got two lawyers. Tell him to have his lawyer talk to mine. My heart's so hard against him —I couldn’t listen-to the sound of my own voice.” and she sank weakly Into a chair as Hayea continued to converse with Slade. “No, she says not,” he was saying. “No, I am not out here winding her up or advising her," and he banged up the receiver. “What’d he say?” Mary was wringing her hands in her uncontrollable excitement.

“Ob, he just called me a skunk and cut olT,” answered Hayes, as he nonchalantly lighted a cigarette. He paced up and down the room for a moment and then turned on her: “God! I’d like to haul him through every court in the couqtry. The scoundrel!” “I don’t like to- hear you talk like that about him, Rob,” Mary remonstrated. “He’s been a pretty good friend- to you." “Well, perhaps." Hayes tried to calm herself for her sake. “He’s all right, I suppose." “I dunno that he is.” Mary’s mood was variable. “When I think of that divorce—’’ "Slade’s coming down here today, aunty. He declares you’re here under his very eyes, and he’s determined that you shall go away, and desert .him and give him the opportunity to divorce you He says the whole country will know of- the trouble unless you go away. That’s what he said over the phone.” “Well, I’ll stay right here. I can’t get over It, Rob,” and her voice quivered in spite of herself. “I can’t get over the suddenness of It; his wanting that divorce happened Just like that.” and she snapped her fingers to Illustrate her meaning. "Before that he never thought of it It’s curious.” she paused, thoughtfully; “do you know that sometimes when I get to thinking about it—l —something comes over me, an Idea that —shut that outside door, Rob,*’ she commanded before she would continue. “I wonder if there isn’t —I declare I’m ashamed to say it—but I wonder if it could be possible that there’s—some woman,”

IN THE FLAMES OF THE PYRE

Disposal of Brahmin Dead a Matter of Infinite Pathos to the Relatives Wpo Watch Rites. Even as w* came opposite, the bearers lifted one of them, all cool and dripping, from the river, and laid It the slim, small figure, so quietly, so content, on a half-built pyre. Brushwood and fagots were built over it and at head and foot and sides the fire was applied. A Brahman directed the rites, flpd once, as the flames mounted and aspired, the brother, who was watching, clutched at his heart as there appeared for a moment, at the top of the pyre, a girl’s face, with closed eyes, and mouth that seemed to smile; then the radiant veil of flame shrouded it again. The Smoke rose in gray whorls and

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she finally managed to get the word out. "Auntie!" It was not necessary for Hayes to feign surprise, for, although he knew the situation, be had been confident that such a thought bad never entered Mary Slade's pure-mind-ed thoughts. The pent-up emotion of days broke, end Mary sank sobbing into a chair, burying her face In her hands. With the expression of the thought that heretofore she had never admitted even to herself, her self-control vanished and she cried out desperately: "Well, what do you think he wanted that divorce for so suddenly ?” “People usually do get divorced when they can’t get on, don’t they?" Hayes wae willing to lie to shield her from the knowledge that he knew would be the bitterest part of all the wormwood that she had already tasted. “Sometimes I wonder.” Mary continued, reflectively, “sometimes I'm almost positive that—No! Slade isn’t that sort of a man. My husband isn’t that sort of a man, Rob.” “No, of course he isn't.” “You didn’t know .what I wae going to say,” she objected. "Yes, I did. About women." "He never noticed any other woman,” she told herself positively. “No,” Hayes agreed. "You haven’t heard of anything like that, have you?” she questioned. "No, no, I haven’t." Hayee was finding tbs cross-examination extremely trying, convinced aa he was that Mary must be eaved from the knowledge of Katherine at any cost. "If there were anything, you’d hear it Don’t worry.” "Robert,” and she looked at him intently. "Would you tell me If —” “No. I would not!” asserted Hayes vigorously. "Haven’t you got enough trouble now ?” "But, Robert, you are my friend, aren’t, you? You ought to—” He was saved from any further questions along that unwelcome line by the sound of the doorbell and a moment later Merritt opened the door without ceremony. "Well!” Hayes was far from cordial. “I beg your pardon for entering so abruptly." Merritt was the same old talkative, suave, good-fellow, I’m-your-friend-Merritt, “but I was bound to see Mrs. Slade. I’m for the Slade family—but I’m for all the Slade family, ao I hope you won’t make a stranger of me.". Mary was politely Indifferent and Hayes, with back turned, waa tapping his foot uneasily on the floor. Altogether not the warmest welcome a man ever received. “This man is likely to publish anything you may say, auntie,” Hayea warned over his shoulder. “Oh, come now. Hayes,” objected Merritt, “I’m here on a perfectly friendly visit. I well remember this little place,” and he looked about. "I stopped here some years ago and Mr. Slade brought us a drink -of water. Slade was in his shirtsleeves, I remember. Big man, Slade!” and he eyed Mrs. Slade Inquiringly. "Big man!” he exclaimed again aa Mary remained silent, her features giving no clew to her feelings. ■ "Well, my wife has gone off to Europe on a long-extended tour.” Merritt was determined to make conversation if he had to do it alone. “I’m quite alone. In fact, we’re in the same boat—alone.” "I’m not," Hayes burst forth. “Thank God. I’ve got my troubles, but I’m not married, so I’m not quite alone.” Merfitt laughed good-naturedly, glad at any kind of response. “Pardon me, Hayes,” he cleared his throat nervously. “I’d like to talk with Mrs. Slade.” “Oh, all right.” and with his hands thrust into his pockets, Hayes strolled leisurely Into the kitchen. “My dear little woman,” Merritt began In his most engaging manner, as soon aa Hayes had left the room. “You have my deepest sympathy and most profound respect. Your position is touching. If you’ll excuse me for saying it I can see your side of it, too. Now the point is this: A week ago when you called at the senator’s house, Slade had just said you were going East to live permanently. I must say very few women —very few —would do as much for a man. For instance, Mrs. Merritt, I know, wouldn’t I needn't tell you that the whole community will admire you for your reserved dignity— If you go, Mrs. Slade." “I’m not going,” Mary’s voice wae ominously quiet. “You’re going to oppose the divorce?” jfc, "Yes.” came the soft answer. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

streamers against the stainless and tender blue of the sky,-and still the brother watched, quiet again and composed; he had given only that one sign to show that be loved her whose .ashes now lay among the charred and smouldering logs. Or rather it was only for the moment that, thinking of days of childhood and dawns by the riverside, he forgot that it was not she who had been consumed in the flames of .the pyre. Then he remembered again, and looking np from the pyre to the dassling river, he saw there on odr boat his friend, the Brahman, smiled to him. —Prom “The Heart of India.” by C. F. Benson, tat the Century.

Function of Judges.

Judges ought to remember that their aOce is to interpret law, and not to make law. —Bacon.

EMDEN'S GAREER LIKE ROMANCES OF SPANISH MAIN

Daring Raids of Captain Von Muller Smack of Days of Buccaneers. SURVIVORS ROVE THE SEAS Escape In Schooner of "Uncrowned King” of Cocoe Island After Warship Is Destroyed—English Pay Tribute to Foe's Bravery. New York.—Every lover of sea romance, every collector of piratical lore, everjr worshiper of Jean Lafitte, “Blackbeard” Lathobe, Morgan the buccaneer aQd Captain Kidd and other pirates, as well as of John Paul Jones and Admiral Nelson was given new and added Interest in the great war when on the morning of November 11 he read that the German cruiser Emden, which had destroyed more than a score of British ships In eastern waters, had been driven ashore and burned on Cocos island. The Em den waa not a pirate ship, but a small cruiser of the navy of a big world power, perfectly accredited, and in its actions and the actions of its heroic commander something for everyone with a drop of the old Teu-

ton blood in him to be proud of. But In Its desperate cruises, Its daring attacks, its sailing of the high seas without fear and without let from the mighty power of England’s navy, there was a suggestion of John Paul Jones—and there was something of the old, free, devil-may-care spirit of the buccaneer days. In the name of the islands where she was finally driven ashore there was a wealth of historic suggestion of the years when the pirates Lathobe, Morgan, Kidd and Lafltte sailed wherever they listed, battled under the flag of the Jolly Roger amd took what prizes they cared to In spite of the navies of the civilized world arrayed against them. *

Held Seas Against Forty Warships. The gallant little 3,500-ton cruiser, knowing the whole time that she was inexorably doomed to destruction, gallantly held the seas for three months against fully forty hostile warships, sinking in that time 55,000 tons of her enemies’ shipping, looking for trouble by bombarding Madras, looking for more trouble by sinking two hostile warships under the guns of hostile forts, and, as the London Daily Telegraph pointed out, her captain showed himself always an “officer and a gentleman,” and wrought the Teuton vengeance upon his British enemy “without the loss of a single life." In the 14 weeks she had sent terror into the heart of every British merchantman’s captain and had done a damage estimated from four to twenty millions of dollars. It would have made any of the old pirates turn over in their sea-washed graves to have heard such a sum mentioned, and Paul Jones, the yankee skipper, who did a little twisting of the lion’s tall in his day, would have taken off his hat and struck palms with sturdy, boyish looking Capt. Karl von Muller of the Emden.

The story of her raiding the shipping of the allies reads so much like the stories Of the days when the free sea rovers attacked, rolled, scuttled and sank ships that the collector of data about the pirates would be tempted to give the gallant and legitimate little Emden a place in his gallery of buccaneers and when he came to the end of the Emden the temptation would be almost irresistible but that the Emden was a legitimate warship. The End of the Emden. ••The Emden, which had been completely lost sight of after her actioh vith the Russian cruiser Jemtcbug, arrived at Keeling, or Cocos islahd, and landed an armed party to destroy the wireless station,” the dispatches stated. “Here she was caught and forced to fight by the Australian cruiser Sydney, Capt. John Glossop. A sharp action took place, in which the Sydney suffered the loss of three men killed and 15 wounded. The Emden was driven ashore and burned. Her losses in personnel arjs reported as very heavy." Three officers and 40 men, had been landed, all fully armed and having four Maxim guns. The cable station was seized, the smashed, the operators were turned out and - guns wers -set over all the . buildings. The elec tricaWs tores were blown up. At this point the Emden sounded her

atren frantically to recall the men. tor die Australian cruiser Sydney was coming up. The Emden did not wait for the 40 men ashore, but put about and tried to escape—and right • there begins another chapter that is even more fascinating to the lover of adventure and stirring deeds than anything the • plucky little German cruiser had done. The story of the 4bSseh and two officers will live in sang and story wherever the Rhineland songs are sung or wherever brave men honor true courage and initiative in other brave men. The Emden sailed away to he driven ashore and destroyed. Burvivors Capture Schooner. ~ "And so the great naval duel paused from our sight.” wired an eye witness “and we could turn our attention to the portion of the German crew that had been left behind. These men had put off in their boats, obedient to the signal of the siren, but when their ship steamed off without them they could do nothing else but come ashore again. On . relanding they lined up on the shore of the lagoon, evidently determined to fight to a finish if the British cruiser sent a party ashore, but .at si* o'clock p, m. the German raiders embarked on the old schooner Ayessa, which belongs to Mr. Ross, the ‘uncrowned king’ of the islands. Seizing a quantity of clothing and stores, they sailed out and nothing has been seen or heard of them since." It was all as fine and colorful as in more reminiscent old days when men fought with smooth bore guns behind the walls of their bandbox ships, their bulwarks lashed to those of the enemy, and the personal dash and bravery of the men as they fought vrith cutlass and knife, breast to breast and face to face, decided the victory. One sees the big blond Germans, some of them probably nothing more than boys, but

The German Cruiser Emden.

everyone anxious to do and dare, watching silently and grimly as their ship sailed away from the tropipal island with its cocoanut trees and its hinterland of jungle, and then their hasty consultation with the three lone officers left to them. This group of coral islands in the Indian ocean furnished Charles Darwin with the typical example of an atoll or lagoon Island. A dense vegetation of ironwood and other trees and shrubs, together with forests of cocoanut palms decorates some of the islands. -

Facing Desperate Situation. As the lone little party of 40 stand starlhg out at sea and listening to the diminishing sound of the battle they look back at the employees of the cable station, the new British inhabitants, all of whom they have treated with' respect. Myriads of sea fowl, frigate birds, boobies and terns from the neighboring uninhabited islands wheel and scream challenges In the air. The afternoon wanes and there is no return of the Emden or the men of the Sydney. By now the little party begins to fear that the victory had f-.llen to the Australian ship with its longer range guns. They will be coming back —but the 49 men cannot fight the crew of a big cruiser. They must get away. But where? How? True seamen feel safest with the tossing deck under them—no matter what sort of a deck. At the shore, her keel hung heavy with tropical sea weed and her weather bleached rigging almost as white as dead men’s bones, was the crazy old schooner Ayessa, perhaps a relic of -the pearl fisheries, perhaps worn out in the cocoanut trade. With extreme politeness, doubtless, the young officers inquire and learn that she belongs to Mr. Ross, the “uncrowned king." "The Uncrowned King" of Cocoa. They have heard of Mr. Ross, aa what sailor man of these seas has not? He is a descendant of the Scotchman, J. Ross, who two or three years after Alexander Hare, the English adventurer, came in 1823, settled on the southern island. Ross had commanded a brig during the Engliah occupation of Java. He settled here with his family (who continued the occupation) on Direction island, and his little colony was soon strengthened by Hare’s runaway slaves. The Dutch government. had, in au informal way, claimed possession of the islands since 1829; but they refused to allow Ross to hoist the Dutch flag, and accordingly the group was taken uadar British protection in 1856. In 1878 it was attached to the. government of Ceylon, and In 1882 placed under the authority of the governor of the Straits settlements. The ownership and auperintendency continued In the Ross family, of whom George Clnniea Ross died In 1910, and was succeeded' ,by his son Sydney. So the old rattletrap schooner sleeping at the Jetty on the edfe of the coral lagoon belonged to him, and he was the “uncrowned king" and British, and so they seised a quantity of clothes and stores very necessary to them, aboard the old sea tab, and as the purple tropical sun sank into the sea beyond the far stretches of coral reefs and the Indian sea of starlit stretches of brilliant sky they sailed away into the magie

oriental sea. “and,” says tne narrator of November I*. “nothing has been Opportunity for Adventure. But could men with such an opportunity for adventure put it aside T Could the sons of the old sea kings of the Baltic, with a thousand yean of the legends of the Danxig, WoUhl. Grelswald and the stormy shores of Arcoata urging them on, he baffled simply because their shipmates had sailed away to their death, leaving them on a coral island to carry on the mission of the Emden? The soft sea air, the perfume of a thousand nameless flowers, the broken head of the old volcano Krakatoa towering through the night sky on North Keellag Island and defying both the earth and sea, could but lead them on- The romanticism of the Orient was in every wavelet against the sides of the old ship and in every whisper of the night winds blowing off the atollTerrific storms sometimes brqak over the islands and scourge these seas and the schooner might become their coffin, but they were sailors of the Fatherland, and “Deutschland ueber Alles!” Cocos island saw them no more. Burvivors Continue Raids. But December 16 came this telegram from Manila, Philippine Islands: “Forty men of the crew of the German cruiser Emden, who were left on Cocos island when the Australian cruiser Sydney discovered the Emden and chased and forced her to run ashore, some time ago, have captured a collier and have mounted two Maxim guns on her and are now raiding commerce in the Pacific, according to a report received here. The report came through officers of £he British steamer Malacca, which has arrived at Jolo. The men of the Emden had gone ashore on Cocos Island to dismantle the British wireless. When the Sydney put in an appearance they fled, but were unable to join their ship. The German party, which is commanded by Lieutenant von Muecke, left Cocos Island with a commandeered schooner and plenty of provisions and also their own armed launeh and two boats. Where they captured the collier is not Btated. The Malacca reports that she steamed to Jolo without showing lights at night.” Fresh Romance of the Bea. And notv comes, under date of Paris, December 18, the announcement that the British auxiliary cruiser Empress of Japan had captured the collier Exford having on board the three officers and 40 men of the Emden. Apparently all the Emden’s bravery did not go on the rocks at the behest of the Sydney guns. To be “raiding commerce in the Pacific” on a collier which they had captured, "armed with two Maxim guns" and the rifles ana pistols of the landing party, has a dash of something about it that makes one remember that the days of romance and adventure are not all over yet. The London Ti mes said when the Emden was destroyed: “We rejoice that the cruiser has been destroyed at last, but we salute Captain von Muller as a brave and chivalrous foe. We - trust his life has been saved, for if he came to London he would receive a generous welcome, bur maritime race knows how to admire a daring and resourceful seaman, and there are few episodes of modern naval history mors remarkable than the meteoric carwsr of the little Emden.”

TYPICAL INDIAN FIGHTER

One of the soldiers from India who is fighting for the allies with the British forces.

ONE TREE INSIDE ANOTHER

Forty-Foot High Eucalyptus Is Newer Outer Growth of California K Freak. LOs Angeles, Cal—A 40-foot high eucalyptus tree with a perfectly pre served smaller tree inside its balk was cat down by A. D. Ross on his place, at 603 Gillette street. Ross took a section of the freak tree to the Chamber of Commence exhibition hall to show -how the trunk, boughs and limbs of the inner tree wwe completely covered by the new outer tree.