Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 93, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 April 1915 — Page 2

ALL “MOONSHINE”

By ETHEL BARRY LUKENS.

“Madam, we must do our duty!" The dictum fell awesomely upon the still air of the Telford home, and upon all the hearts within. Mrs. Telford wavered, her face bloodless. Ina, the fair daughter of the house, gave a great gasp. She shivered, a mighty dread at soul. Filial love had received a terrible blow. Outside of that, she thought of her fiance, and her pulses beat cold. Wolverton was a crude Kentucky mountain town, but it was in neither the feud nor the moonshiner belt. David Telford was a respected and moderately prosperous member of the community. For six months, however, he had cherished a secret and had been acting mysterious. He would drive away Monday morning into the mountains and not return fur several days. The upper part of the barn he kept closely padlocked, and during the days he spent at home most of his time was passed there. For some time past, during his periodical absences mother and daughter had been visited and questioned by sinlsteMippearing strangers. Upon this especial morning the thunderclap had come. “We are revenue officers,” announced one of the two grim-faced callers, ‘‘and we have a warrant for the apprehension of your husband, madam.” “Arrest David!” cried Mrs. Telford. “For what?" “As a moonshiner. If you doubt It. look at that truck we have found in his barn workroom,” and the speaker pointed to a miscellaneous heap of stuff In their wagon. "How dared you Invade my husband's property!” flared up Mrs. Telford spiritedly. “The law is supreme, madam,” retorted the official with dignity. “If you will look over that lot of junk yonder, you will get a view of about

Traversed Many a Rapid Mlle.

as complete a chemical and still outfit as the best mountain dew expert in the district ever owned. We’ve got the goods—and the evidence. We want the man. I’ll say this to you: direct us to your husband, and his making us no trouble hunting him will help lighten his sentence.” “Mr. Telford will be home when his business away is completed,” announced Mrs. Telford with quiet assurance. “He is not what you charge. He is a good, honest man, and you are making a dreadful mistake." The revenue officer smiled, sneered and cast a meaning side-long look at the incriminating distilling apparatus. “Get the evidence to the courthouse,” he ordered the driver of the wagon. “Then we’ll go in search of this clever moonshiner.” As the officers drove out of the yard Ina looked up eagerly. A young man on horseback had met the departing wagon. Ina’s heart beat fast. It was her lover, Justus Reynolds. He halted and held some conversation with the officers. Ina could surmise what they said. Then, without even looking at her, Justus turned his horse about and rode directly away from the spot. Ina ran to her mother and threw herself into her arms, bursting into tears. “My child! my child!” chided her mother soothingly. “Do not give way so. Your father is innocent.” “Innocent or guilty, I have lost my lover!” sobbed poor Ina. “Justus believes the story and has deserted me.” If she had but known, she might have saved herself hours of grie; and heartbreak. Without coming to reassure, to console her, Justus Reynolds had, indeed, rode away, but it was In behalf of the accused man. It was to warn him, assist him to escape, If possible. . . Justus feared that David Telford was guilty, that he had been influenced in employing his scientific abilities to further some secret distilling scheme. The manufacture of “moonshine" was a commonplace thing in those secluded mountains, almost legitimatized in. the minds of the Justus had an idea where he might find Mr. Telford. His trusty steed

traversed many a rapid mile during the next few hours It was about midafternoon when Justus, pursuing a remote route, drew up and slowly approached a wagon tilted on one side in a deep rut His face grew serious as he saw that it was loaded with sealed up casks and jugs, the more so as he recognized standing beside it the father of the girl he loved. “The very man I need!” hailed Mr. Telford cheerily. “My load is heavy and the horses tired out. You have arrived in just the nick of time. Hitch to and pull the wagon out of the rut, will you?” Within a few minute’s time the wagon was on a safe level basis. Justus lingered. As he viewed the honest face of Mr. Telford, he hesitated about Informing him of the suspicions rife back at his home., “Well, thank you, and TH get along,” ” spoke Mr. Telford. “I am getting my load over to a point near the railroad.” “Mr. Telford,’’ began Justus, "I wnnt„ to warn you— ’’ “Eh!” exclaimed his companion, with a stare of surprise. "Yes, sir. The officers of the law — too late!” It seemed so, for just then there rounded into the road three revenue officers. They road at a wild gallop up to the astonished Telford. Two covered him with revolvers, the other advanced, waving a legal-looking document. •"You are my prisoner on a government warrant,” he shouted. “Hello! . what have I been doing now?” inquired Mr. Telford quietly. "Illtcit distilling.” "Yes, I’ve been distilling right enough,” confessed Mr. Telford, a grim twinkle of humor in his goodnatured eye, "but it happens to be water. “Eh!” ' Yes, sir, that’s the fact. I discovered near here a month ago the most valuable mineral spring you ever heard of. I’ve kept it quiet till I got a deed. 'l’ve been analyzing my big find chemically and —ha! ha! honest old David Telford a moonshiner? Oh, no! Say, officer, try a drink of the aqua piira. It may cure your dark suspicions.” It took a mere superficial investigation on the part of the revenue men to establish the fact that they had made an egregious blunder. Ina, fretting for her lover, Mrs. Telford, dreadfully upset and anxious, both flew toward the gate early the next morning when the two loved ones in question drove into the yard. “Innocent!” breathed Mrs. Telford, fervently, as her husband told his story. “I knew it could not be otherwise.” Ina stood with downcast eyes. She felt that she had been unjust in ever indulging the thought that Justus could cease to love her. She came up to him trembling, her lovely eyes filled with tears. “Forgive!” she choked out brokenly. "Forgive what, ihy troubled darling?” inquired Justus, in honest ignorance. "I fear—l thought—” and there Ina broke down utterly. Never, even later, did Ina tell Justus of her great fear, of the injustice she had done his noble, loyal nature. And in the succeeding days Justus marveled at a new gentleness on her part, and manlike, attributed her increasing devotion to his efforts to save her father from apprehended trouble. At the wedding the invited guests drank long and deeply of the marvelous crystal spring water, which baue fair to bring them all a fortune. (Copyright. 1915, by W. G. Chapman.)

WAS NOT AT ALL NECESSARY

Witness Proved That She Did the Best She Could In Just One Glance. In a recent breach of promise suit (as we have been informed by some who were idle enough to go and hear it) the attorneys spoke to the star witness as follows: “You say you saw this plaintiff going by? How do you know it was this plaintiff? How was she dressed?” “I can’t remember,” replied the lady witness. “Aha! You are sure you saw her, and yet you can’t remember how she was dressed?” s "Certainly not. I only had a glance at her out of the corner of my eye. I merely noticed that she had on a little turban with a veil, a mink boa, a gray suit trimmed with jet, cut broad in the revers and gored in the skirt, patent leather shoes with gray tops and one of these cheap 13.96 walrus shopping bags, gathered at the top to look like the sl4 kind popular last Christmas. I only got a glance at her, and so I can’t remember the details of her costume, your honor. What did you expect me to do—stand on the street and rubber at her?” “It was not necessary, of course," put in the judge, ’and the lawyer changed the subject ere he asked the next question.—Cleveland Plain Dealer.

Sleep a Protective Function.

In an article on “Sleep,” Dr. Boris Sidis says: “Sleep is not a disease, not a pathological process due to the accumulation of toxic products in the brain or, in the system generally. Sleep is not an abnormal condition, it is a normal state. Like the waking states, sleeping states are part and parcel of the life existence of the individual Waking and sleeping are Intimately related —they are two different manifestations <of one and the same life process—one is as normal and healthy as the other.”

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

This is one of the big Austrian guns which have been used with such great effect against the Russ ans. e - eral soldiers are seen bringing a 500-pound shell along wooden tracks to be loaded into the gun. Below, at tne right, is a view of Austrian trenches.

NOWGERMANY'S IDOL

Interesting Sidelights on Career of Von Hindenburg. Brother of Great Field Marshal Writes His Biography—Served in War of 1866 and in FrancoPrussian War. By STEVEN BURNETT. (International News Service.) Berlin.—Some interesting sidelights on the career of Field Marshal von Hindenburg are contained, in a biography of the leader of Germany’s eastern forces just Issued by his brother, who takes the pen name “Bernhard yon Burgdorff.” The future hero of all Germany fought through the war of 1866 and later the Franco-Prussian war. Included in the book are letters sent by Von Hindenburg to his parents from the front. Shortly before the beginning of the war of 1866, Hindenburg wrote: “It is high time for the Hindenburgs to smell powder. Our family has been singularly neglected in that respect.” Less than a week later Jje wrote: “Sorry as I am for not having had an opportunity to see you once more before going to the front, I am happy, on the other hand, when I look into the future, so full of promise and real life. For a soldier war is the normal thing, and I know that God watches over me. “If I die it will be the most beautiful and most honorable death; if I am wounded I will have done my best and if I return unharmed so much the better!” In another letter written a few days later Hindenburg says: “My highest aim has been reached; I have smelled powder; I have heard the bullets whistle, all kinds of them, grenades, shrapnel, rifle bullets. I have been slightly wounded and therefore am an interesting personality! I captured five cannon! Hurrah! "Above all, however, my beloved parents, I have experienced God’s love and mercy; to him be glory unto eternity. Amen!” Soon after this was written Hindenburg came within an inch of being killed. He describes his experience as follows: “A bullet pierced the eagle oh my helmet, struck my head without wounding me severely and came out behind the eagle. I fell unconscious; my men gathered around me, thinking me dead. Half an inch deeper and the bullet would have penetrated into the brain and I would be lying on the battlefield.” A vivid description of the feelings of a soldier during his first battle is given in another letter as follows: “If I had to describe the feelings that permeated my soul just before the battle* I would say they were these: First, a certain joy that at last one is to smell the powder, then a hesitating timidity and doubt whether, as a young soldier, one will do his duty sufficiently and come up to expectations. “Then if you hear the first bullets whistle (they are always accompanied by thundering ‘Hurrah!’) you are carried away by enthusiasm; a short prayer; a thought of the loved ones at home and of the old name—then: Forward! “With the increasing number of wounded around you the enthusiasm yields to a certain cold-bloodedness or even indifference. The real excitement does not come until after the battle, when one has to see the horrors of war in their most ghastly form; to describe this is impossible. My pen revolts. Later there will be a chance to tell about this or that striking feature.”

ONE OF AUSTRIA’S GREAT SIEGE GUNS

On September 23, 1870, Hindenburg wrote: “We are still before Paris in our old position, from which we can hardly move forward on account of the forts. The decisive attack, to my mind, must come from the west, from Versailles toward the Bois de Boulogne. Today the good defenders of Paris are shooting salvos of bombs —of course without hitting anyone or anything. The good people at least want to have done everything to defend themselves. If I had not so much to do life would be quite comfortable in the trenches. The only thing we are in need of is candles.”

CHICKEN WEARS WOODEN LEG

Hen Supplied by Its Owner With Good Working Substitute for Broken Member. Sandusky, O. —A Milan hen, according to information coming from what is considered a reliable source in the town east of here, famed as the birthplace of Thomas A. Edison, the inventor, finds a wooden leg every bit as useful as the genuine article. The hen is owned by Leonard O’Dell, Lake Shore Electric conductor, who carved the leg out of a piece of hickory with a pocketknife and fastened it with plaster of paris and bicycle tape. The hen broke her leg trying to scratch gravel while the mercury was ten degrees below zero.

New York. —A writes that ordinary firing at the front sounds like a piece of big construction work in New York, blasting being like the -cannon fire, hammer striking a girder like a rifle shot, and the hydraulic hammer like a machine- gun.

FIRST AID TO “CHAIRLADIES

Mrs. Urquehart Lee has adopted a rather unique vocation for a woman, but one that seems to yield rather large returns and performs a service that is in demand. She teaches parliamentary procedure and renders first aid to the distracted chairmen, or “chairladies,” of feminine organisations. Miss Anne Morgan retains her services as parliamentary adviser by the year, but just at present she is teaching some of the most prominent Washington women how to “run things.” Mrs. Stephei” B. Elkins, Mrs. T. DeWitt Talmadge, Mr£ Edward Douglas White, Mrs. Joseph Rucker Lamar, Mrs. James Hamilton Lewis and Mrs. Charles Sumner Hamlin are among her pupils at present and a list of the students at her classes reads like a page from the social register. - #».**■ " ' '■*

Sounds Like Building Work.

SUBMARINES IN RAID

Lone German Craft Sinks Five Ships in 24 Hours. Undersea Raider Operated in British Channel and Gave Each Crew Ten Minutes to Leave Their Ship Before Using Bombs. Berlin. —The German submarine, U-29, made a recent raid on British shipping off the Scilly and within 24 hours sunk five ships and damaged two merchantmen so badly that they were abandoned by their crews. The commander of the submarine gave the crews of most of the steamships time to leave their vessels, and in some cases towed the shin’s lifeboats with the crew to passing steamers by which they were carried to port. Members of the crew of the Auguste Consul, who were landed at Falmouth, stated that the German commander informed them that he had been away from his base at Cuxhaven six days and was planning to return after completing the work of destruction near Scilly islands. He declared his boat would be replaced by another undersea raider. The British steamship Adenwen was torpedoed by the U-29 in the British channel, 25 miles off Casquets. Next came the torpedoing of the Auguste Consul. On the next day the U-29 claimed three victims in short order. They were the Indian City, the Headlands and the Andalusian. The Florizan and Hartdale were wrecked so badly that they were abandoned bjr their crews an sank later. When last seen the craft was pursuing a steamer out to sea. It is believed the submarine continued on its journey for Cuxhaven. In the destruction of the British ships it is believed bombs were used, especially on crafts from which the crews were taken by the Germans. The bombs are far smaller than the regular torpedoes and a far greater number can be carried. The work of the U-29 was watched by scores of people off Biddeford, within sight of Hughtown, on St. Marys island. Immediately after the craft was sighted patrol boats were sent out, but as they approached the submarine the latter submerged itself and was seen a few minutes later more than two miles away. In this manner it proceeded in its work of destruction, outmaneuverlng the slow merchantmen as'they sought to zig-zag out of the course of the speedy raider.

GIRLS GIGGLE AT ‘HANDS UP!’

Highwayman's Command Strike* Young Ladies as Being Excruciatingly Funny. Spokane, Wash. —The command of a highwayman to throw up their hands was so excruciatingly funny to the Misses Elsie and Emily Bergman that they giggled and passed on. They were going north on Hamilton street, near Mission avenue, when confronted by. the man with the gun at 11:15 o’clock at night. “I mean it,” he declared. “11l dump it in your hand,* said Emily, emptying her. purse. He refused to take the two cents that comprised Elsie’s resources. The girls were still giggling when visited by Chester Edwards, city detective, at their residence, No. 1405 Hamilton street

Boys Play With Mine.

London. —Little boys tampered with a mine washed ashore at KAtschoek, North Beveland Island, and it « ploded, killing five persona. '

MEASURED BY INCHES

LITTLE THINGS GOVERN LIFE’S BUCCESB OR FAILURE. A Little Contemplation Will Show the Troth of the Statement —Man Who Considers It la the One Who Succeeds. Everybody knows what a little thing an inch is, but few realize what a big thing it is. Few stop to contemplate what the difference of an inch really means, says a writer in the New York American. A tailor knows when an inch too much or too little has cost him anywhere from $lB to SBO. A dressmaker knows when an inch too little of the goods on hand may cause her, after an arduous day of planning, to abandon a chosen pattern for another. An engineer knows when his train, with its carload of human freight, has gone one inch off the track over a precipice. Some men have minds one inch off the judgment track, and that causes all their schemes, gigantic and brilliant as they may be, to run amuck. Every calamity and every success in life is controlled by inches. Men rarely go to their doom in an hour; it is inch by inch. All successes are won inch by inch. As inch by inch the waters of life creep in to ingulf us, so inch by inch the obstacles that impede our progress move aside. The man who attempts to leap over the inches to reach his goal gets there with a broken leg. The word inch has a forbidding sound. It is because it holds us in its clutches. We cannot ignore an inch, or it immediately thwarts our intentions. Every simple thing is performed by man, as the saying goes, “within an inch of his life.” All diseases move inch by inch. Before the scarlet fever breaks out in a child it has been developing inch by. inch for nine days. A man built a magnificent structure the other day at an enormous expense, and when it was proved that he had encroached a few inches on the land of another man the law accorded the other man the right to pull it down. The overstepping of an inch in the proprieties of life brands us. If a girl in a theater laughs an inch too loud the audience looks around and puts upon her the stamp of "not a lady.” Art is controlled by inches. A picture an inch too high or too low, and the entire artistic effect of the wall upon which it hangs is lost. Deportment is measured by inches, and woe unto the man who fails to observe its dictates. Even in the deepest grief, if one goes too far in his wailings the grief is questioned, if not ridiculed, and sympathy turned aside. An inch too far in the poet’s flight to Imagination’s realms and the world laughs at his best efforts.. A single inch in any direction may throw away a man’s chances for the world’s approval, and yet some men do not even consider the yards. It is the man who considers life within an inch of every detail presented who succeeds.

World’s Richest Church.

Trinity church, New York, which has just voted a handsome donation to the preservation fund of St. Paul’s cathedral, is the most richly endowed parish in the world. It has a fast-in-creasing income—not fully disclosed, but believed to be about $2,500,000 a year—which is mainly “unearned increment,” derived from lands given by Queen Anne that have become priceless through the growth of the city during two centuries. Out of this vast revenue are paid the stipends of the clergy and choirs of Trinity and of eight daughter churches, and the expenses of Trinity hospital and Trinity cemetery, and contributions to poorer parishes, and charitable institutions. Some time ago Trinity vestry voted a subscription towards the repair of the organ of Bow church, Cheapside, England, and were delighted with two return gifts, which consisted of a Roman tile and a chunk of stone from the old Norman crypt.

Salts Down Frog Chorus.

Cudahy, Cat, boasts of a magician who has power over frogs. This marvel, a woman, lives where the ground is low and the water gathers when it rains And in the rain the frogs come home to roost and to croak. Mrs. M. H. Murphy, who lives on Mary street, stood the serenade the first night very well. But the second night her nerves got ragged around the edges and on the third night she racked her brains for a way to silence frogs. Her subconscious mind came to the rescue and suggested a remedy she first heard in childhood. This was to feed the melodious frogs with salt Five pounds of salt covered Frogtown next morning and the singers moved out

Entirely Too Modern.

“Chicago censors say three feet of film is long enough for a moving picture kiss. Los Angeles censors think two feet a plenty. What is your opinion?” Measuring kisses by feet, eh? Well personally I prefer the old-fashioned method of measuring a kiss by the clock on the mantelpiece.”—Exchange

Fires Caused by Lightning.

Of the 3,691 fires occurring In th< forests of Idaho, Montana, ’Oregon ant Washington last year 2,032. wert caused by lightning.