Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 170, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 July 1915 — Page 3

SEEING LIFE with JOHN HENRY

SAY! isn’t it great to get all wrapped up in fur robes in a fine old sleigh and let a fine old horse drag you over the fine old snow on a fine old country road? Answer: It is. It’s great if all the ingredients are properly proportioned, but nine times out of ten something goes wrong with the horse or the sleigh or the snow or the road and you find yourself four miles from nowhere, sitting on an ice hummodk and screaming for transportation, while the harsh winds of winter' are biting their initials on your southern exposure. Peaches and I went to visit Uncle Peter and Aunt Martha upstate, and when friend wife found the ground covered with Bnow, right away she began to sit up and beg a sleigh ride. She said that the sweet jingle-jangle of the bells would bring rest to her nerves after a season of trying to cross the streets in New York without being struck by a taxicab, so Uncle Peter told me where to find a livery stable and off I hiked. Anyone who has never lived in a semi-rural town will doubtless recall what handsome specimens of equine perfection may be found in the local livery stable —not. The liveryman in the town where Uncle Peter lives is named Henlopen Laffenwell, and he looks the part. I judged from the excited manner in which he grabbed my deposit money that he had a note falling due next day. Then Henlopen shut his eyes, counted six, turned around twice, multiplied the day of the week by 19, subtracted 7, and the answer was a creamcolored horse with four pink feet and a frightened face. The gargoyle gazed at me sadly, sighed deeply and then backed up into the shafts of a sleigh that looked something like a barber’s chair and something like the tumbril Marie Antoinette used the afternoon she went to the guillotine. The liveryman said that the name of the horse was Lohengrin, because it seemed to go better in German. I drove Lohengrin up to Uncle Peter’s residence and all the way there we ran neck to neck with a coal cart. Lohengrin used to be a fast horse, but quite some time ago he stopped eating his wild oats and now leads a slower life. When I reached the gate I whistled for Peaches, because I was afraid to get out and leave Lohengrin alone. He might go to sleep and fall down. Friend wife came out, looked at the rig and then went back in the house and bade everybody an affecting farewell. There were tears in her eyes when she came out and climbed into the sleigh. She said she was crying because Aunt Martha wasn’t there to see us driving away and have the laugh of her life. We started off and we were rushing along the road, passing a fence and

overtaking a telegraph pole every once in a while, when suddenly we heard behind us a very insistent choof-choef-choof-choof! “It’s one of those Careless Wagons,” I whispered to Peaches, and then we both looked at Lohengrin to see if there was a mental struggle going on in his forehead, but he was rushing onward with his head down, watching his feet to make sure they didn’t step on each other. Choof-choof-choof came the Torpedo Destroyer behind us, and I wrapped the reins around my wrist, in case Lohengrin should get want to print horseshoes all over the automobile. The next minute the machine passed us, going at the rate of 14 constables an hour, and as it did so Lohengrin stopped still and seemed to be biting Ha iip S with suppressed emotion. 1 coaxed him to proceed in English, in Spanish and Italian, and then in a pale blue language of my own, hut he just stood there and bit his lips. I believe if he had possessed finger walla he would have bitten them too. I gave the reins to friend wife with instructions how to act if the horse started, and I jumped out to argue with him. 1 just when I had picked out a good

by George V.Hobart

John Henry Goes Sleighriding

“Tippy-Toed to Cover and Left Us Flat"

sized hunk of ice which was to be my argument, Lohengrin came out of his trance and started off, but Peaches forgot her instructions and spoke above a whisper and he stopped again. Then I took the reins, cracked the whip, shouted a few paragraphs of the language General Villa uses in Mexico when he captures a Federal soldier, "and away we rushed like the wind —when it wasn’t blowing hard. The hours flew by and we must have gone at least half a mile, when another Kerosene Wagon came bouncing toward us from the opposite direction. In it was a happy party of ladies and gentlemen, who were laughing and chatting about some people they had just run over. Lohengrin saw them coming and stopped still in the middle of the road. Then he hung his head as low as he could, and I believe if that horse had been supplied with hands he would have put them over his ears. The people in the Bubble began to shout at us, and I began to shout at the horse, and friend wife began to shout at me, while Lohengrin stood there and scratched his left ankle with his right heel. Then the machine made a sudden jump to the right and hiked by us at the rate of about a SIOO fine, while the lady passengers in the cabin de luxe stood up and began to hand out medals to each other because they didn’t run us down. Ten minutes later Lohengrin came to and looked over his shoulder at us with a smile as serene as the morning and once more resumed his mad career onward, ever onward. We were now about two miles from home, and suddenly we came across a big red touring car which stood in front of a roadhouse, sneezing inwardly and sobbing with all its corrugated heart. Lohengrin saw the machine before we did. He knew there must be an automobile somewhere near, because •he stopped still and quietly passed away. I jumped out and tried to lead him by she Coroner’s Delight, but he planted his four feet in the middle of the road and refused to be coaxed. I took the horse by the ear and whispered therein just what I thought about him, but he wouldn't talk back. I told him my wife’s honor was at stake, but he looked my wife over and his lips carried with an expression which seemed to say, “Impossible.” It was all off with us. Lohengrin simply wouldn’t move until that sobbing Choo Choo Wagon had left the neighborhood, so I went inside the roadhouse to find the owner. I found him. He consisted of a German chauffeur and eight bottles of beer. -* When I explained the pitiful situation to him the chauffeur swallowed two bottles of beer and began to cry. Then he told the waiter to call him at 7:30, and he put his head down on

the table and went to sleep with his face in a cute little nest of hard-boiled cigarettes. I rushed to the telephone and called up the liveryman, but before I could think of a word strong enough to fit the occasion he whispered over the wire: “I know your voice, Mr. Henry. I suppose Lohengrin is waiting for you outside.” Forthwith I tried to tell that liveryman Just what I thought about him and Lohengrin, but the telephone girl short-circuited my remarks and they came back and set fire to the woodwork. "My, my I” I could hear the liveryman saying. "Lohengrin’s hesitation must be the result of the epidemic of automobiles which is now raging over our country roads. The automobile has a strange efTect on Lohengrin. It seems to cover him with a pause and gives him inflammation of the speed.” I thought of poor Peaches shivering out there in that comedy sleigh staring at a dreaming horse, while in front of her a Red Devil Wagon complained Internally and shook its tonneau at her, and once more I jolted that liveryman with a few verbal twisters. "Don’t get excited,” he whispered hack over the phone. "Lohengrin is a pew idea in horses. ‘Whenever he

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meets an automobile he goes to sleep and tries to forget it. Isn’t that better than running away and dragging you to a hospital? There must be something about an automobile that affects Lohengrin’s heart. I think it is the gasoline. The odor from the gasoline seems to penetrate his mind to the region of his memory and he forgets to move. Lohengrin is a fine horse, with a most lovable disposition, but when the air becomes charged with gasoline he forgets his duty and falls asleep at the switch."

I went out and explained to my wife that Lohengrin was a victim of the gasoline habit, and that he would never leave that spot until the Bubble went away, and that the Bubble couldn’t go away until the chauffeur woke up, and that the chauffeur couldn’t wake up until his mind had digested a lot of wood alcohol, so she jumped out of the trick sleigh for the purpose of telling Lohengrin just what she thought about him. At that moment somebody opened the folding doors in the barn just ahead of us, and Lohengrin, with a withering glance at friend wife and a shrug of his shoulders in my direction, tippy-toed to cover and left us flat Ostler Joe, the charge d’affaires of the barn, tried to stop Lohengrin and ask for his credentials, but the equine onion brushed right by and himself and the droshky in the middle of the barn floor, where he promptly went to sleep again. Just as we hurried away to flag an approaching trolley car I heard Ostler Joe say to the slumbering Lohengrin:

The Gargoyle Gazed at Me!

“Wake up, you doggone ol’ rabbit, wake up and git out’n our bam. I know you, dag gone you, even if you be disguised by hidin’ behind that thar fourposter bed on runners. Wake up, you ol’ ijit! You be Henlopen Laffenwell’s accomplice in crime, been’t ye? Waal, you git right out’n our barn an’ do your sleepin’ where you belong. Dag gone if you kin use our bam to give your imitations of Rip Van Winkle. Come on now, git!” When we finally reaehed home Aunt Martha asked us how we enjoyed the sleighride. “The scenery was perfectly lovely—it was so stationary,” Peaches answered, with chattering teeth. “One of the best walks I ever had,” I said as I put both feet in the fireplace to warm up. Lohengrin, eh? To make him go Mr. Wagner would have to set him to ragtime.

Do not dodge. Whatever the difficulties to be met, they are not made easier by trying to dodge them. In trying to dodge a missile from one direction you may come in line with one from a different direction. When we dodge trouble we are more than likely to get into other trouble no less easy to endure. Look with courage on what must be met. Faced with courage difficulties are half conquered. Better to nfteet and conquer difficulties than to dodge them. Do not dodge duties that devolve on you. Duties performed add strength and dignity to character. It matters little what these duties are; though they may be of the simplest and humblest, well and truly done, they acquire dignity. Stand up bravely and squarely to meet the difficulties of life. With courage you will conquer. You will come through life with fewer scars than by trying to dodge duty or difficulty. Trying to evade begets in a man a cringing spirit. He gets a habit of truckling, and upright, selfrespecting manhood is gone. Don’t dodge if you would hold yourself above meanness. —Milwaukee Journal.

The artist was painting—sunset, red, with blue streaks and green dots. The old rustic, ah a respectful dis. tance, was watching. "Ah," said the artist, looking up suddenly, "perhaps to you, too, nature has opened her sky-pictures page by page? Have you seen the lambent flame of dawn leaping across the livid east; the red-stained, sulphurous islets floating in the lake of fire in the west; the ragged clouds at midnight, black as a raven’s wing, blotting out the shuddering moon?” "No,” replied the rustic, shortly; “not since I signed the pledge."—Tit Bits.

Idle Metaphors.

“What is the title of that Dook you are reading?” “ ‘The Sea of Matrimony.’ ” "Hum! Any submarines about?” "Oh, yes, but the particular ship whose fortunes I am following Is in no danger. It is convoyed by a dreadnaught.’’ “Meaning?” “The bride’s mother.”

Don’t Dodge.

But He Understood.

THREE PRETTY FROCKS

MODELS HOME DRESSMAKER WILL DO WELL TO COPY.

Pussy Willow Taffeta Makes Up Into an Effective Costume —Girlish Dress for the Warm Weather —In Flowered Bllk.

Pussy willow taffeta was used to make up this gown, whose quaint pinked edges are

reminiscent of the ’6os. The fulled skirt is cut in deep scallops on the lower edge, and these in turn are pinked. The bodice, consisting •mainly of girdle, haß the decolletage outlined by a very full ruffle of the taffeta, which, like the skirt, is scalloped and pinked on the edges. Inside of this is a

little tucker of white net and the little puffed sleeves are also of the net. • • * Simplicity is the keynote of many of the smartest frocks designed for

of blue taffeta. It is ihorter in front to disclose the two ruffles of taffeta which finish the hem of the lining.

One of the prettiest styles which has been introduced in some years, and one most

comfortable for the coming season, is the manner of making up the new flowered silks. These have the silk for a skirt —the new wide skirt which of itself has an air of quaintness after the recent infliction of hobbles —and with this is worn a dainty net or lace

blouse with only a girdle or suspenders to prove its relationship to the skirt. The gown here was made of heavy faille in pompadour colors of blue and pink. The skirt consisted of a series of graduated circular strips and the girdle was boned and designed much on the style of a peasant bodice. The ecru blouse was net with lower portion of lace.

One of the pretty and becoming hat fads of the season is that of having brims becomingly faced with white or biscuit. These throw up the tints of the hair and eyes, and immediately catch any rays of sunshine that may be about. The all-white hat adorned with white fly-away wings or blanched flowers is also having a great inning.

Faster Bead Work.

Bead work can be done much more Quickly If the needle is dipped In water constantly.

LATEST IDEA IN UNDERWEAR

Trouser Petticoat Is One of the Most Comfortable of Garments —Pretty Decoration in Vogue. ,

Quite a capital notion is a sort of trouser petticoat. This opens from waist to hem at the back, and is stepped into, small inner leg pieces being added for this purpose, these serving at the same time to curb the exuberance of a very full cut of some very light material, such as crepe de chine. It is exceedingly likely this model will have a notable success, since it is replete with reason and practicability. It would be a very useful method for the fashioning of a black, petticoat. Say that the petticoat is made of crepe de chine, or the above mentioned double ninon, trimmed with flounces of fine black Chantilly lace, each one bordered with a cross-way fold of chiffon* a satin ribbon dividing the two lower flounces and heading the topmost, with at the one side a Catherine wheel chou and ends. Of course different colors of materials could be used if so desired. An uncommonly pretty petticoat is made of delicately-toned taffeta, sliced up to the knee to form deep tabs, scalloped and bound all around the edges, and mounted over pllsse frills of net, a dainty festoon of ribbon beins caught up with little floral posies. This model is cut on circular lines, but many are arranged in a series of small jo res, which lend themselves to delicate stitchery. A black very soft chiffon taffeta modeled on these lines had each gore by handworked picot stitch in

warm weather wear. This girlish dress is of white dotted tulle over a lining of palest blue taffeta. The bodice is severely pi ai n, and is trimmed with frills of the tulle. Puffed undersleeves of the taffeta extend below the top sleeves. The full, flaring skirt hangs from beneath a girdle

GUEST GUIDE WORTH MAKING

Will Be Found a Great Convenienoa, Both by the Visitor and by the Hostess.

It is s good plan to have a guest guide in the spare room, then the visitor will see at once the times for meals and the last mail, etc. This will be found a great convenience, both to the visitor and the hostess. The guides are quite easily made at home and make a very dainty ornar ment for the mantelshelf or the dress-ing-table.

Take a piece of stout oardboard, rule out on it an oblong shape about seven inches by six inches, then rule an inner shape so that a border an inch and a quarter in width is formed. The cardboard inside this inner shape can now be cut away with a sharp penknife. Now take some chintz, cretonne, poplin, silk or satin, just whatever is to hand, and lay a piece a little larger than the cardboard frame over it. Then with a pair of scissors nick material in the center, and cut so that the material will fit over the frame shape and be neatly glued at the back of the frame: For this allow sufficient material to go to the back of the frame, and the inside corners will fit quite nicely if the material is nicked, then turned under. The color of the material should be a fairly light shade, such as buff, cream, pale blue, green or pink; the maker will be guided as to the ex-

Dainty Guest Guide.

act shade according to the color scheme of the spare room. If plain material is used, a simple little design should be painted on it either by the pen-painting method or in just the ordinary way. At the back' of the frame glue a fairly stout piece of paper to exactly fit the opening of the frame.

On this paper should be written the words: “Breakfast, Lunch, Tea, Dinner, and Last Mail,” and the time for each event to be written opposite to each word. The guide can hang up or stand; If the latter, a back will have to be fixed on; but for this purpose it is better that the guide should hang up. Simply glue to the back of the frame the ends of a pretty pink or blue loop of ribbon large enough to hang up the guide by. This guide makes an uncommon and useful gift for a friend or a good article to make for bazaars; in these cases the spaces for times are left for the purchasers or recipient to fill in for themselves.

To Make Edgings Last Longer.

Perceptible length of life may be given to all embroidered edgings by running a straight row of close machine stitching just at the head of the scallops or points. This is easiest done in the flat, but can be done on garments already made up. With this treatment the whole inside of a ruffle will often give way before the edge. Judgment has to be used as to the size of thread employed. No. 50 is coarse enough for heavy embroideries, higher numbers for finer grades. The stitching is not noticeable after laundering.

old gold silk, and was furthermore ornamented with three very full tulle flounces, each one with its hem laid over a band of old gold galoon. A deep ivory lace flounce mounted over some pale-colored chiffon creates the most attractive evening scheme.

MAKES IDEAL GUEST ROOM

Fitted in Japanese Btyle, Apartment Gives Impression of Rest and Comfort After Journey. The latest fad of the fashionable hostess is a Japanese guest room in the country house. The tired guest, Just arriving from a warm and uncomfortable journey, is ushered into a dim, breezily cool room with floor covered in Japanese style with mattings, Japanese straw blinds at the windows, draperies of Japanese cotton toweling in blue bamboo and white printing, or pale green, painted with white chrysanthemums. The furniture is natural or green wicker, a Japanese screen showing the remote, ice cool peak of Fuji as a background for gray storks and floating lilies is drawn across one corner, and on a low stand is a big imitation Hawthorne jar in the wonderful Imari blue color and filled with pine branches or ferns. To most folk the idea of a Japanese room brings a mental picture of red and yellow paper lanterns, an open Japanese umbrella swinging from the chandelier and bunches of artificial cherry blossoms stuck in vases. All these colorful decorations are omitted from the Japanese guest chamber, which is in cool, quiet shades of green and bine.

The Forgiveness of Sin

By REV. L. W. GOSNELL

AaaUat to the Dean, Moody BUo at Chicago

TEXT—Blessed Is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered. Blessed is the man unto whom the Lord Imputeth not iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no guile.—Psalm 32:1, 2.

Psalm 32 is supposed to have been written after the visit of Nathan to

tion, crookedness. Likewise, three words are used to describe God’s gracious dealing with sin: it is “forgiven," lifted up as a burden; “covered,” and so hidden from sight; it Is not "imputed,” but canceled like a debt. Men speak lightly of forgiveness until a deep sense of sin settles upon them, then they wonder whether their guilt may be put away; they no longer question the Bible teaching on the punishment of sin, but find it difficult to believe in its forgiveness. For such troubled souls we have good news.

To bfegin with, the Bible revelation of God is full of comfort for them. He is “the Lord God, merciful and gracious, long suffering and abundant in goodness and truth; keeping mercy for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin.” God was revealed in Jesus Christ, and we knew our Lord’s attitude to the penitent during the days of his flesh. The woman who bathed his feet with tears, the shrinking adulteress, publicans and sinners, all attest that there is forgiveness with the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ Peace Through the Cross. But it is at Calvary, especially, that assurance for the penitent is found. Such a soul will not be satisfied lightly. He demands that, for the awfulness of his sin. some awful reparation be made. But the cross fully meets this demand. God’s Son, our substitute, holy and undeflled, hung there, and all God’s waves and billows swept over him. Calvary tells of love, indeed, but it also tells of wrath, for the wrath of God against Bin exhausted itself in the dark hour of the crucifixion. This is the meaning of the Savior’s cry, “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?” That such provision has been made is further attested by the experience of men. Luther tells us that the pains of hell got hold upon him, but when he looked to the wounds of Christ he found peace. John Wesley, after seeking rest for his soul for years, trusted in Christ and felt his heart strangely warmed and assured. Spurgeon was so happy when he experienced forgiveness that he wanted to tell the crows of the field about it. These men were not deluded; the experience of Luther led to the Reformation, that of Wesley to the Evangelical revival and that of Spurgeon to years of a fruitful ministry.

Sin Against the Holy Ghost. But though so clearly attested, we occasionally meet one who declares this blessing is not for him, for he has committed the sin of which Christ said it “hath never forgiveness”—the blasphemy against the Holy Ghost. But what is this sin? As the result of careful study one writer gives this definition: “The blasphemous manifestation in word or deed of an internal state of soul to which a man has arrived by a continual resistance and increasing opposition to the clearest and most undoubted* revelation of God’s spirit; which state, when once attained, is one of contemptuous and malicious hatred of all that pertains to the Son of God and which, by its very nature, is bound to manifest itself as such.” We never met a souk troubled over this sin, who gave evidence of having descended to such depths of willful opposition to Christ. Indeed, one who has committed this sin will not be distressed over it, and the fact of distress is Itself an encouragement. Over against all our fears stands the word of Christ, “Him that cometh unto me I will in no wise cast out.” ’ . :» How we should love him who forgives so much! the psalmist say*. “There is forgiveness with thee that thou mayest be feared,” fear here meaning reverent love. A story is told of General Havelock which illustrate* thiß text One of his soldiers violated regulations and continued to do so in spite of discipline. Someone asked the general If he had “tried forgiving" the offender, and the suggestion waa acted upon. The soldier was sent for, and came defiant, expecting another reprimand. He was surprised when his officer said, kindly: “Johnstone, I have determined in the queen’s name to forgive you all these offenses." Jlfc went away a subdued and man and gave no further trouble. ' J,,

David. The guilty king has found pardon for his sin and here voices his gladness. In our text, three words are used to describe our offenses against God: “transgression” means rebellion against authority; “sin” is missing the mark, both of God’s standard and our anticipations; "iniquity” is dlstor-