Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 63, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 March 1915 — Page 4

NOT FOR HIMSELF

By FRANK LAWRENCE.

(CWiXtL) AU through the trial the prisoner had sat with his body bent forward and his head resting between his gnarled fiats —a picture of sullen dejection. It was only at the close of hia lawysr'g brilliant summing-up that he leaned back and cased about the crowded court room. Then the district attorney faced the jury. "The evidence against Jnd Golden, gentlemen," he said in quiet toner that carried to the farthest corner, “proves conclusively that he is a desperado unfit to be at large. “The street gang baa made him what he is, and when we send him back to prison we are striking at the organised crime of New York city. •That means that when we strike at Jud Golden we are not merely inflicting just punishment upon a ruffian who prowls about with brass knuckles, knife and revolver, engaging in all forma of crime—now a Uttle blackmailing affair, now beating up a helpless man for a few dollars, or committing murder for a scarf pin—” T object, your honor,” interrupted counsel for the defense. “My client Is ned on trial for robberies or murders, but for killing a man in self-defense; and furthermore —”

"Objection overruled,” rapped the judge. “Proceed.” T repeat." continued the district attorney, “that we are not striking at this one man, but at the gang that Is undoing the work of the home, the school and the state. "Now, gentlemen, your duty Is blear. Release Jud Golden, and you not only expose society to a dangerous man, but you encourage the gang spirit which is rotting the vitality of our city." Thea, turning to the judge, he said: "Inasmuch as the prisoner has spent the greater part of his infamous life In some form of jail for every kind of crime, I ask you to send him back where he belongs. He is morally incapable of living In a law-abiding community.

"Nobody wants him. He has no friends, no means of earning an honest living, absolutely no reason for remaining among decent citizens. The man is a moral leper, and as such should be confined.” The district attorney then addressed the court In the rhetorical style which had so endeared him to the people. As he finished his sum-ming-up, he seated himself quickly and with nervous fingers fumbled his papers and law books. He was afraid to look up for fear of smiling. Those near him whispered their congratulations or passed up notes from his friends. At length the weary wait terminated with the return of the jury, who announced, through their foreman, that the prisoner had been found guilty. The judge rapped for order. “Before I pass sentence on you, Judson Golden," he called harshly, “!• there anything you wish to say in your behalf?”

All eyes were turned toward the prisoner, who seemed taller and more ghastly as he leaned, over the dock. “You’ve got me, judge,” he said slowly, blinking his squinty eyes at the sea of faces before him. “I guess I’ve been pretty well Introduced, an’ I might as well look pleased an’ let the ceremonies go on. "I ain’t goner do the Edelman act, anyhow. What I’ve done, I’ve done. If rm sujry, that’s my business as long as I’m ready to stand the gaff. But there’s somethin’—” The words failed to come, and the big man stared helplessly about, shifting his feet and gripping the railing. His blood-shot eyes rested for a moment on a little old woman at his right who sat with bowed head. Then he recollected himself. “That man is right about the gang. It's done for me. I’m crooked as a double-bowed knot an’ then some. But I ain’t goner air my private affairs any more’n I have to. An’ I ain’t beggin’ off. It’s not for myself Tm talkin’. “You’ve heard that I hadn’t oughter be at large; that no one ’ud miss me if I was shot instead of Edelman. That’s a lie. I know there’s lots *ud be glad to pay my funeral expenses, but Fve got one friend right here now —my mother.” The prisoner’s voice broke as he pointed unsteadily to the little old woman with the faded bonnet, who up to this moment had passed unnoticed. People all over the court shifted about to get a look at her; several cameras clicked. There was a general Whispering, interspersed with cries of “Sit down!” “Keep still!” and “Let him talk!" which died away on the command of “Order!” , The prisoner turned to the "district ■’la.!--.—, attorney. *

"You told my story pretty well, but you didn’t tell it all. You didn't tell 'em my mother went out by the day 'while I played with the gang. You didn't tell 'em I used to steal her money when she came home bent in two from the washtub. Yea an 4 struck her when I was only ten years old because she wouldn’t gimme five cents ' "Why didn't you tell how I stamped on the cakes she smuggled in to me at the reform jchool? JVhj. didn’t r yon'mention my cornin’ home fightin’ idrnnk after beta* 'away five years ? I upset the table Where she had everything spread out for my return, made ■

her gimme all her money, an’ went off with the boys. "A week later she was turned out on the street, an’ I never lifted a finger to help her. Why didn’t you mention that, Mr. District Attorney? “Many a night she passed by Egan’s saloon, where I hung out, an’ slipped some money into my hand. Instead of thankin’ her, I’d invite the boys In an* leave her standin* at the curb. “Then I was sent up for breakin’ into Story’s house. Do you think she was ashamed of her drunken, thievin’ brute of a son? No, sir! She went everywhere beggin’ them to let me go. “Yes, an’ paid for one of the best lawyers in the country, though it didn’t do no good. Then she worked like a nigger to bring me papers an’ tobaccer an’ things to eat. An’ I uster snarl at her for not leavin’ me alone.” The prisoner looked down. at the little limp figure.

“That’s what got me to thinkin’. What did I ever do for her except to make her life miserable an* bring shame on her? One day she tripped as she was goin’ out of my cell, an’ I caught her In my arms and kissed her. Then she smiled up at me through her tears until—“Aw, you wouldn’t understand. But I did. an’ as soon as she was outside the bars I got down on my knees an' prayed—prayed, mind you—that she might live until I was free so I could work for her an* show her how I felt about her now. “Every time she came after that she looked thinner an’ older. Once when she didn’t come at the reglar time I thought—the thing had happened. But she came, an’ I was happy.

“The day they let me go, we took a trip to Coney Island, an’ I felt like a kid. I guess she was happy or she wouldn’t have told me. That Edelman had squeezed fifty dollars out of her as hush money. Told her he’d squeal on me like he did before If she didn’t cough up. “Then, after he got the money, he faked up that lyin’ statement to keep me In stripes because he was afraid" of me. If I’d gone straight home the detectives were ready to pinch me. But I didn’t. I went to the scoundrel an’ ordered him to hand back the money. He pulled bls gun on me, an I let him have mine right In his grlnnin’ face. Then the cops came. Lord, when you’re down you’re always down!

“Now you're goner send me backnow, when I was ready to do a man s work — n ow, when I wanted to slave for her as she did for me — “An’ you won’t let me!” he shrieked, pounding wildly on the rail. “I’m so much scum an’ filth to be swept down In the sewer where I belong. But what about her? What’s she ever done to be punished? She ain’t got a bit of strength left nor a place to go nor a soul to take care of her.” Turning to the judge, he flung out his wasted hands. “Don’t send me away!” he cried. “Don’t you believe me? Just let me work for her till —she dies, an then you can do what you want with me. I said I wasn’t beggin’ off. I am, judge! I am —here, on my knees. “Gimme a chance to prove I’m In earnest —only a year. What more can I say! You’re old yourself. Look at her, judge. Look at her old clothes an' worn-out face. I did it. I’ve killed her. Her face will be before me night an’ day. I—” The prisoner threw his head on his arms and leaned against the rail in a huddled heap. The members of the jury. In various cramped attitudes, stared at the floor or out the windows. Throughout the court room was deep silence, broken here, and there bv a spasmodic sob. Presently the little old woman tottered toward the prisoner’s box and reached up her bony hands from under her shawl. As she felt his convulsive grasp, she pressed her wasted cheeks against his arm and cried ly“It’s all right, pld lady," he muttered hoarsely without looking up. “Stop it now. Don’t take on —don’t.” The whispering died away as the judge looked up from the brief on which he had been tracing patterns, cleared his throat several times, and frowned. Tn accordance with the verdict of the court,” he commenced, and then paused to cough. Tn accordance with the verdict—that is to say—in view of extenuating circumstances sentence is suspended.” There was a general shuffling of feet and chairs as the large audience rose to depart. In a short while the room was empty save for two figures at the dock. Presently the man got up from his knees.

“Come, mother,” he said gently, “we’d better be goin’ home.”

Humorous, If True.

Readers who had some difficulty in remembering where the Falkland islands were, may have been helped by the recollection of one of lan Maclaren’s stories. After a disaster to an emigrant ship many years ago, some of the survivors reached those islands. When the news reached home, „ the minister of a Scottish church to which some of the emigrants had belonged, prayed thus: “Oh, Lord, we pray thee to be with our brethren, stranded in the Falkland islands, which, as Thou knowest, are situated in the South Atlantic ocean.” -j

Where the Trouble Lies.

Wife—J wish you would realize John, that there is something in the ■world' ™ Husband—l dor, the trouble is that when I want anything done I can’t get the other feUow to realize it-

THE EVEN ING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

RUSSIAN OUTPOSTS IN POLAND

Russian outpost guard in Poland on observation duty perched on the top of a peasant’s cottage.

U.S. PLAYGROUNDS

National Forests to Be Open to Pleasure Seekers. Hundreds of Permits Already Granted for Camps and Cottages in the Woods Belonging to the People. Washington.—To make the national forests with their aggregate area of 187,000,000 acres a vast camping and recreation ground for the people is one of the ambitions of Henry S. Graves, chief forester. Already hundreds of canyons and lake shores are dotted with camps and cottages built on sites obtained through permits of the forest service. The combined area of the national forests equals that of Chile and is nearly half as big as Germany. While most of the forests are in the Pacific coast and Rocky Mountain states, with several million acres in Alaska, there are acres in various other states. All types of American scenery are included in these forests of the people. The forests embody the Cascades and Sierras of the Pacific coast, snow capped peaks in Alaska, rugged wild sections of the central and northern Rockies, desert lands In the southwest, the flat lake regions of Minnesota, semitropical swamps of Florida, Ozark highlands, southern Appalachians and North woods of New England. Special provision is made by the forest officials and rangers for enabling pleasure seekers to get the full worth of their holiday. Four-fifths of the people in the national forests during the last fiscal year were pleasure seekers, numbering over 1,500,000. But they were not a drop in the bucket compared with the number that could be taken care of.

Those who do not care to camp and down in one spot may travel from place to place without let or hindrance so long as they observe reasonable caution To prevent fires. Those who want a particular spot for a camp are required to pay a nominal sum for a permit This enables the forest officer in charge to keep track of them. Forest rangers are under special instructions to assist the tourists and campers in every reasonable way. They can always be depended upon to advise the traveler how best to reach his destination or to direct him to places or trips of special attractive- , ness, to aid him in an emergency, to procure a physician for him if needed ,or to give him a neighborly"lift. . Straight “sight seeing” in > the national forests may be had for the taking. At certain of the ranger stations interesting collections of plant and tree specimens are on exhibition. Special attention is paid to poisonous forage plant?, which are a menace to the stockman’s grazing cattle or sheep and to the camper's pack animals. Many, lines of activity are constantly carried on in the national forests, but they do not in any way interfere with their use as a national recreation ground. Lumbering does not leave such scars on the mountains as usually occur where private timber lands are being logged. The slash and debris of the logging operation is cleaned up as the work proceeds, and later is burned or otherwise disposed of. This reduces the fire hazard, prepares the ground for the reproduction of a new forest crop and at the same time makes the area more accessible and less unsightly.

One of the great recreation attractions of the national forests is hunting and fishing, and numerous camps are maintained for this purpose. The fish and game laws of the particular state in which a forest is located govern the use of the forest for these purposes. Many of the streams, which are very numerous, are kegt stocked by the” bureau of fisheries. . The spare time of the rangers Is spent in building, with other workers, the trails and other permanent im-

provement in the national forests, and the tyro will find the forest officers ever ready to instruct him in the necessary camp and wood lore.

WORKS AS AUTO MECHANIC

Celebrated Suffragist Hiker Inspired by Ambition to Become Selfsupporting Citizen. Gen. Rosalie G. Jones, suffragist hiker, began on Monday to earn her bread as a mechanic in the Chevrolet

Miss Rosalie Jones.

Automobile company’s repair shop here, though not without fear that her mother, Mrs. Mary E. Jones, an ardent antisuffragist, would stop the liberal allowance she has been giving her daughter. x Mrs. Jones inherited $1,147,000 from her husband, Oliver Livingston Jones, who died on August 8, 1913, and is said to have several other millions. Although Miss Jones is at present learning the mysteries of the carburetor, magneto and other automobile essentials, her ultimate ambition is to be a chauffeur. In this she is inspired by a desire to become self-supporting but she has some doubts of getting maternal approval. The Chevrolet company furnished her the famous yellow suffrage car from which she spoke throughout New York last summer. She is still living at the Hotel Brotzell, 3 East Twentyseventh street, but does not know how long she can stay there if Mrs. Jones tightens the purse strings. Mrs. Jones lives at the Jones country home in Cold Spring Harbor, L. I. “I don't know what mother will say,” said Miss Jones last night. “She may stop my allowance; people do strange things sometimes. I couldn’t prevent her; it’s her money. I telephoned her 1 was going into the automobile business, but 1 didn’t explain. “One has to get down and get under, you know. No, I don’t wear overalls. I wear a big apron, which is better than any masculine attire. I hope to get a chauffeur’s license and drive a taxicab in the suffrage parade when the amendment passes this fall.”

THIS BIBLE IS CENTURY OLD

Published in Windsor, VU and Bears Marks of Exhaustive Study by Owners. / ' Wahpeton. N. D—E. H. Carter of this dty has an old relic of bygone days in a Bible published in Windsor, Vt., in 1812, by Merrifield & Cochran at “The Sign of the Bible.” This book is one hundred and three years old. It was the property of a great uncle of Mr. Carter, who evidently had made an exhaustive study of the Bible as was evidenced by the copious marginal notes and references in old-fashioned handwriting. ;

WICKED LITTLE GUN

“Minenwerfer" in Action Barks Like Snarling Mongrel. Description of Deadly Piece of Artillery Used by Kaiser’s Troops That Has Played Considerable Havoc In Allied Trenches. Paris. —In reports on the warfare in the trenches of Flanders reference often is made to a certain supposedly new Instrument of destruction which the Germans are using. Lacking an equivalent translation in their own language, the French and Belgians have come to call the weapon by its German name, “Mlnenwerfer.” Many descriptions of this more or less mysterious piece of artillery, which has played considerable havoc in the allied trenches, have appeared in the newspapers, but they have all differed in some essential details. A contributor to Le Figaro, Paris, who was in Havre about the middle of January, saw one of these “MlnenSerfers” there in the yard of the Hiding where the Belgian ministry of war has its quarters. The "bomb thrower,” as the weapon might appropriately be called in English, had been found in a trench formerly occupied by German troops.

The writer in the Figaro describes the weapon as "a hideous little cannon with an ugly look about it." It is about 95 centimeters long and has a caliber of 170 centimeters. Its barrel can be swung horizontally and vertically, for the purpose of taking aim Clutches in the rear and on either side enable the gun to take a firm grip in the soil before it commences to bark, after the fashion of a snarling mongrel. The gun is mounted on a carriage of steel plates resting on wheels, and the unwieldy little thing.weighs about five hundred kilograms without the wheels. The projectile is inserted at the muzzle and is discharged by means of an ignition cap in the breech. When the aiming device is removed the gun does not look more formidable than one of the old bronze mortars at the Invalides, the writer says. It is not likely that the “bomb thrower” can project a shell farther than 500 meters. To be exact, it does not throw the projectile, but simply spits it out, so to speak. A bronze plaque indicates that the gun came from the Ehrhardt works at Duesseldorf and was manufactured in 1913.

CHOIR FOR THE WELSH ARMY

Will Go to Battle to Sound of Male Chorus Instead of a Brass Band. Cardiff, Wales. —When the new Welsh army of 40,000 takes the field it will go to battle to the sound of a Welsh male choir, which has been substituted in its regiments for the customary brass bands. - The choral organization is known as the “Welsh Army Voice Chorus,” and its members include seme of the finest singers in the Welsh valleys, men who have competed in the famous eistedfodds, or minstrelsy festivals.

Not His Time to Die.

Mr. Frank Scudamore relates hn extraordinary incident which occurred during the Sudan campaign, when be saw an officer, a friend of his, go down apparently shot through the head. “To my surprise," he says, “I met him walking about after the battle, apparently none the worse, save his head was bandaged. Then he showed me how the bullet, striking and deflected by one of the hooks of his helmet chain, had run right round his forehead, cutting a groove under the skin, and had then glanced off the helmet hook at the other side.”

MISS ELSIE G. CALDER

Miss Elsie G. Calder, daughter of Congressman and Mrs. William MCalder of Brooklyn, who recently made her bow to society in New York, is visiting her parents in Washington. Several dinner, luncheop and theater parties have been given for her, and she was one of the pretty guests at the Southern Relief Charity ball heM

TO FORETELL FUTURE

USE OF WHITE OF EGG IS RECOMMENDED. Those Who Ara Tired of th® Familiar Methods of Cards and Tea Grounds Might Find Some Amusement In the Practice. This is one of the least known of all methods of foretelling the future, according to the ancient, secret wisdom of prophetic insight. Yet it is one of the most interesting, and easy to perform—though, of course, like all methods of the kind, some skill and practice are necessary in order to interpret quickly and speedily the symbolic Interpretations of the signs presented, writes Prof. Sothnos Lalillier in the New York American. In order to practice this part of cabalistic interpretation, you must procure a fresh egg—as new-laid as possible —and carefully separate the white of the egg from the yolk. Nearly fill a tumbler with cold water and drop the white of the egg into it, a drop at a time. Now place this glass carefully aside for 24 hours, being sure to cover the glass carefully, and that the water does not become warmed by proximity to a radiator, etc. When you again look at the glass, you will find that your white of egg has congealed into various odd-shaped figures—circles, squares, animals, trees, crosses, etc. —which are to be interpreted according to the formula that follows.

Long, wavy lines denote losses and troubles; straight lines, on the contrary, denoting peace, long life, prosperity and happiness. Squares denote peace and happiness; a ring, marriage. If a letter can be discovered near the ring this will be the first letter of the name of the person you are to marry. If clouds are about the ring, think long and carefully before accepting this person, even if he offers marriage. If a leaf is seen, speedy good fortune will come your way from some unexpected source. If an anchor is seen, fidelity in love is indicated. If a dog is seen, this is a good sign, if near the top of the glass, denoting faithful friends; if near the middle, doubtful ones; and if near the bottom, enemies to be avoided. A lily or similar flower foretells happiness, if near the top of the glass; disappointment if near the bottom. If a number of -small dots or spots are present, money is coming your way, unless clouds surround them, in which case you will receive bad tidings and notice of losses. A heart denotes a love letter which you will shortly receive. The sun, moon or stars denote happiness and success.

The Freaks Must Go.

The secretary of the Minnesota state fair is authority for the statement that the “freak” show and the sensational side show will not have place in the state fairs of 1915. This form of entertainment is to be replaced by educational exhibitions, the step having been decided on by the American Association of Fairs and Expositions In convention at Chicago. It will be a great relief if the minds of children are not to be abnormally stimulated by these morbid, not to say revolting, sights. The idea that the poor monstrosities of nature should be exploited by means of their deformities is repulsive and productive of no good. The practice of allowing fakers to grow fat off proceeds from “showing” these unfortunates is a species of barbarism. The atmosphere that pervades state fairs is as wholesome as that which surrounds any of our national institutions, and it has always been a wrong to vitiate it by the clinical features of a freak show. —Minneapolis Journal.

A Quaint Idea.

A new idea was introduced in the display of the wedding gifts at a recent New York wedding—the duction, namely, in exquisite miniature, of the gifts that were too huge to be displayed ''u 'the black oak tables in the hall. Z* 1 Thus one/of the gifts was an old RbigHsh manor house. Reproduced to the last detail in a two-foot model, the gray manor house of the sixteenth century struck, amongst the pearls and chiseled silver, an exceedingly picturesque note. Another gift was a very low gray torpedo touring car. of sixty horsepower. The model, a perfect one, set on a gold-mounted dressing case, made all the guests's mouths water. The bride’s brother’s gift was a rid-, ing horse, an Irish hunter. The model was done in clay by a girl sculptor. There were several other gifts also reproduced in miniature, among them a mptor boat and a biplane.

Like a “Jack” Johnson.”

Irvin S. Cobb, the correspondent and author, was talking in Philadelphia about the German “Jack Johnsons.” those deadly shells which explode with a tremendous discharge of greasy black smoke. ■ “These shells” said Mr. Cobb, “are to ordinary shells, as a bucking horse of the plains is to a park hack. “A tenderfoot once mounted a bucker in Tin Can. He was hardly on before he was off again—off over the bucket’s head. £ ‘"What’s the matter? said ThreeAnger Hoover. „J........... backed.’ said the tenderfoot. . r ' : ' * Bucked? said Three-finger. ‘Bucked? Go on! She only ronsimd"’