Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 180, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 July 1915 — Page 2

AT LODE’S COTTAGE

By CAROL BROWNE.

~ It heppenid one summer day at the country dub. Jack Loring vaa tramping toward the golf links when Ernest Weatherby overtook him. Weatherby Was inclined to middle-aged stoutness ■and under the burden of his bag of dubs he was pink-faced and perspiring. His breath came pantingly. He clapped Jack familiarly on the •boulder. “|le the first to congratulate me." he gasped excitedly. “I’m engaged to Haney Durwent.” Jack faced him with impassive countenance, but he felt that something within his breast grew cold and still and then throbbed painfully. "You are indued fortunate,” said Jack coolly, holding out his band. "Miss Durwent is a charming girl.” Weatherby fell Into step and babbled incessantly of Nancy and her undeniable charm of person and character. Jack inwardly writhed as he listened, for was . not Nancy Durwent everything Weatherby described and much more? Wasn't she the only girl he had ever loved —ever could love? And now, to hear from Weatherby’s lips that she was to marry the popular clubman! He gritted his teeth —well, Weatherby was rich and Jack was merely an artist only just out of the struggling state and nos yet quite arrived at the pinnacle of success. He was promising—his latest picture might prove his arrival. But Nancy was beyond his reach now. He knew the Durwents were socially ambitious, but he had thought the youngest and fairest daughter was —different. He teed off with a desperate swing ■of his club. Weatherby watched the ball sailing through space, suddenly to disappear among a little group around the second hole. The group broke and then closed again. “Great Scott, Loring!" yelled Weatherby, dashing off at a lumbering trot "You’ve hit somebody with that ball. I believe it’s Nancy!” Jack followed him with long strides and they reached the second hole together. Nancy Durwent was the center of a sympathetic group who' were examining a red bruise on her round, white arm. "I am sorry,” said Jack, pushing past Weatherby. “I —I didn’t see anyone about—l hope you are not badly hurt, Miss Durwent" Nancy smiled and pulled down her sleeve. “It hurt a little at first” she said sweetly, “but after it is bathed in cold water it will be better. Pray, don’t fret over it Mr. Loring. Accidents will happen on the links, you know!" “You are very kind, but I wish there was something I could do.” ufged Jack. “I —1 can fetch a doctor, if you wish.” “Please don’t trouble —" Nancy was . beginning when Weatherby elbowed Jack aside and joined his fiancee. Nancy flushed at his air of proprietorship. “I’ll look after Miss Durwent, Loring,” he said significantly, and Jack, flushing painfully, bowed himself away and went back to the teeing ground. As he followed the ball to the hole he saw Nancy, escorted by Weatherby and one or two friends, take, a short cut through the woods to the clubhouse. Jack was in a suppressed fury the rest of the day. There was to be a dance at the clubhouse that night and * he had promised to go; but how could he face Nancy when he knew that now she was beyond his reach? He told himself he ought to be glad—ls ■he was the sort of girl to sell herself for Weatherby’s money and houses and motors, for Jack was sure that Nancy did not love Ernest Weatherby. He sulked in the veranda of his pretty little bungalow all afternoon, making a dozen different plans in as many minutes. He would sell the bungalow and never come to Ingleside again; he would go abroad — around the world, perhaps —and forget false Nancy Durwent, who had repudiated love and chosen money. In that brief moment on the golf links he had seen Weatherby’s great solitaire sparkling on Nancy’s left hand. Jack laughed bitterly at the thought that he had planned so surely that he had had his dead mother’s engagement ring, a beautiful sapphire and diamond cluster, reset and refashioned to fit Nancy’s finger. “Well, it’s all over,” he shrugged, but the bitterness strengthened. The next morning he was in the veranda reading the paper when there came the trot, trot, of horse’s hoofs on the bridle path that wound up to the foot of his steps. He did not need to lift his eyes to know that the early rider was Nancy Durwent, for he knew the peculiar little clipping trot of Pedro, her horse. How altogether charming she looked in her crisp, cool white habit Her golden hair was uncovered to the «un and her dark blue eyes shone behind a filmy veil of long, dark lashes. Heavy white gauntlets covered her gftm hands. “Good morning, most inhospitable of men,” she laughed at him. “Good morning, Miss Durwent,” he returned gravely. “1 am hondred by jour early morning calL”.

“If yon—smiled it would aount more sincere,” she pouted. Jack bowed, but he did not smile. “Thank you tor the beautiful flow ers,” she went on gayly. \ “! was relieved to be told there were nq gerious consequences due to my stupidity,” he said. “Thank you. It was really nothing,” said Nancy. A wistful look came Into her face. “The flowers were from your own garden. I recognized them.” Jack shook his head. “Oh, no,” he said gently. He was looking past her at the wilderness of roses. “I could not bring you flowers from my garden —they are too precious/’ Nancy whitened. “Too precious for me?” she asked incredulously. He nodded. “The flowers I brought to you came from the park florist. I am glad you like them. He has a superb collection.” “But I would rather have had yours—from your garden,” sha said in a low tone. “I am sorry,” he returned. “I cannot give my flowers to anyone now.” “Why?” she asked in a frightened tone. “There is death in the house,” he said. "Death? Here? Oh, Jack, who is it?” she cried. “Love died here yesterday,” was his answer. She shrank visibly. “Love?” she whispered. “Yea,” he said. “I built this house for a home. Love was to take up his abode with me. I planted the garden for Love and I tended It, making it beautiful against the time when another should come to share it with us. And then I met her —Love and I took flowers to her —we believed that she would come and share our cottage here; but she scorned our garden and onr tiny house and she chose the house of Mammon! So last night Love and I fought it out, and Love died!” “Jack—Jack!” Nancy uttered a sobbing moan. “You are breaking my heart!” “Impossible—Weatherby has told me. “Don’t!” she Interrupted, and touching Pedro with her riding crop, she sped back along the bridle path. Jack watched her until she joined the waiting groom and then the trees hid her from his sight He leaned his head against a pillar of the house where Love lay dead and closed his eyes. They were wet and stinging. • •••••„• Jack’s garden was bathed in moonlight and the air was heavy with the perfume of roses. Jack sat on the top step of the cottage where Love lay dead, and smoked his old pipe disconsolately. The gate latch clicked softly. Jack lifted his head and looked down the path. Someone dressed in white was coming slowly toward him, a rather drooping, sorrowful figure. He sat frozen to silence. She came nearer, nearer, and at last knelt on the steps and held out two slender arms. He saw that the hands were ringless. Weatherby’s ring was gone. “Jack,” whispered Nancy in a broken little voice, “don’t shut me out of Love's cottage. I have told them all that I cannot marry Mr. Weatherby—and father says I need not. My heart is breaking for you—and the cottage—and the garden that was to be ours —and for Love! Come home with me —and tell them—” She was helpless now, but his arms were about her. “Dearest,” he whispered, “Love is here —Love is not dead after all!” (Copyright. 1915. by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

ENORMOUS LOSS BY EROSION

Missouri River In Particular Carries Large Quantity of Land to the Sea Every Year. Tijp Missouri is the muddiest river in the Mississippi valley; it carries more silt than any other large river in the United States except possibly the Rio Grande and the Colorado. For every square mile of country drained it carries downstream 381 tons of dissolved and suspended matter each year. In other words, the river gathers annually from the country that It drains more than 123,000,000 tons of silt and soluble matter, some of which it distributes over the flood plains below to form productive agricultural lands but most of which finds its way at last to the Gulf of Mexico. It is by means of data of this kind that geologists compute the rate at which the lands are being eroded away. It has been shown that the Mississippi river is lowering the surface of the land drained by it at the rate of 1 foot in 6,036 years. Th« surface of the United States as a whole is now being worn down at the rate of 1 foot in 9,120 years. It has been estimated that if this erosive action of the streams of the United States could have been concentrated on the Isthmus of Panama it would have dug in 73 days the canal which was completed, after 10 years’ work, with the most powerful appliances yet devised by man.—Overland Guidebook, Bulletin 612, U. S. Geological Survey.

Scourge of Fire.

What seems tp be recklessness on the part of American house owners and builders in regard to the prevention of fire fa brought out in the statement that within 16 months at least eight fine country houses have been destroyed on Long Island. Two of these cost more than $500,000 each,

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, INP.

These armored cars, made for the use of the British troops in the Persian gulf region, ar» of light construction and wide tread, especially designed for desert work.

GIVE ALL TO FRANCE

Rich and Poor Turn Over Hoarded Treasure. Peddler and Seamstress Lead Great Line of Patriots Bringing Gold to Maintain Nation’s Credit and Defense. r Paris.—Since the Bank of France opened special counters in Paris to receive the people’s hoarded gold a few days ago the yellow coins have continued to flow in an uninterrupted stream. Depositors exchanged gold \for bank notes In the first four days in Paris to the extent of $3,000,000. No reports from the provinces have been made out. Capitalists went to the bank in automobiles, taking little bags of gold to strengthen the credit of France and help In the national defense. In the early morning hours working men and small employers hurried in on the way to their labor to hand in their jealously preserved savings. First to respond to the call for more gold were a street lemonade seller who brought two napoleons wrapped in a big rag, and a little seamstress, who proudly gave her solitary coin. All who take gold to the bank get in return a receipt slip as a souvenir,

SEES MOTHER FIRST TIME

Miss Tomsyna Carlyle, the student whose sight has been almost miraculously restored, is here pictured taking a happy look at her mother’s face, which for a lifetime of twenty-five years she had been deprived of seeing. The almost miraculous restoration of the sight of Miss Carlyle as she sat on the deck of the steamer “Bear” en route from San Pedro to San Francisco, Cal., is the topic of much discussion among scientists. But the gtrl. herself waives aside all technical Inquiry in the joy of actually seeing things for the first time in' life. Born blind at La Crosse, 1718., the youngest of nine children, Miss Carlyle attended a kindergarten, ju»d later graduated at the Wisconsin State School for the Blind. Against many protests she entered and took her diploma from the La Croaae State Normal school and for several years has been tutoring blind children, mniring enough money thereby to enter the University of California. Now she can see and intends to devote her life to blind children who may never be so fortunate as she now is. “I am in a new universe,” she declared, “one in which my eyes are not yet able to convey definite impressions to my brain, because my brain does not yet know just what the pictured scenes really mean. Things are pictured so differently to the blind eye from what they really are. Yesterday 1 saw some small living thing <«orning toward me, and I did not know what It was until I touched it —then I knew it was a do*/“

ARMORED CARS FOR PERSIAN GULF REGION

Baying for their country’s sake they have parted with their treasure; ~ In addition to equivalent value in paper money the Bank of France can issue legally three bank bills of $26 for every S2O In gold. .When Finance Minister Rlbot asked the governor of the Bank' of France to open special gold-receiving offices in Paris and its provincial branches M. Pallain already had taken steps to this end. Inquiries in many competent quarters have led to the estimate that gold money held privately in France amounts to $700,000,000, or nearly $80,000,000 less than the total gold reserve now at the Bank of France. Few of the depositors say: “I wish to exchange gold,” or, “I wish to pay in gold.” All make the simple, remark: ”1 bring gold.” Rich and poor alike are conscious they are taking gold, not, to the bank, but for France. It would be a mistake for the public to Imagine that it is making a sacrifice in exchanging gold for notes, since the gold is unemployed and therefore unprofitable. The bank is naturally anxious to keep as large a reserve as possible so as to maintain fully the credit of its paper issues and at the same time enable the government to pay for supplies from abroad in gold. Another reason why the government wishes the nation’s gold to be held in the strong hands of the bank is to prevent it from being withdrawn privately under false pretenses to find its way to the enemy by trickery. Germany and Austria are in desperate straits financially, and are ready to adopt the most deceitful practices to get gold.

WOULD “UNIONIZE THE MONK"

Court Fines Organ Grinder for Overtime and Cruelty to His Trained Simian. Palo Alto, Cal. —At the instigation of Mrs. Isabelle C. Merriman, humane officer, John Samponi, Italian organ grinder, was arrested for alleged cruelty to a trained monkey. Mrs. Merriman claimed that the monkey was jerked violently about in the hot sun and compelled to work 14 hours a day. Evidence presented showed that Samponi had obtained a license from the city authorities and treated his monkey kindly, but the Italian was unable to prove that he did not make “Jocko” work from seven o’clock in the morning until eight at night, with an intermission #f only two hours for rest. Justice Charles imposed a $lO fine upon the organ grinder for not having unionized the monkey’s hours of labor.

SINGS TO HER DEAD BABY

Child Had Drowned In Four Inches of Water While Mother Was in Another Room. New York. —Mrs. Bernard Morris of 2376 Eighth avenue left her son Philip, fifteen months old, and her daughter Helen, two years old, lying in four inches of water in the bathtub while she went into another room. In a few moments she heard the little girl scream. Rushing into the bathroom, she found the bahy floating face downward in the water. Thinking the baby had only turned over, the mother dried him carefully and put him in his cradle. FOr several minutes she sang and rocked the baby, and then, seing he was quiet, she put her hand on the child’s face. It was cold. Doctor Rosehbluth of the Harlem hospital, who was summoned, said the child was drowned.

POODLE FED ON $2 STEAKS

Mrs. John Jacob Aster's Pet Dog Consumes Big Juicy Pieces of Meat New Haven, Conn. —Waiters at a local hotel told of the visit of Mrs. John Jacob Astor, formerly Miss Madeleine Force, on an automobile trip into New England. With Mrs. Astor was her pet poodle Mizzle, and inasmuch as she was unable to retain the dog at the hotel where she stopped, she sent Mizzle to another hostelry in care of the chauffeur. The waiters were not surprised when the chauJeur ordered a $2 steak, but when he announced that it was to be cut up for Mizzle the serving stood aghast. He complied with the order, nevertheless. Mizzle consumed the steak with the usual canine celerity and the waiter pocketed a good tip.

BIG EDIFICE RUED

» -•* . . ~\ Great Cathedral at Soissons Wrecked by German Shells. Teuton Missiles Leave It a Venerable Broken Twelfth Century Monument of Desolation Town Is Practically Deserted. By C. INMAN BARNARD. Paris. —I made a flying visit to Soissons cathedral —or, rather, what is now left of this superb twelfth century edifice. I found the venerable Abbe Landais, vicar of the parish, standing broken-hearted amid the heaps of ruins, now and then seekIhg with trembling hands for a fragment of the ancient stained-glass window given by Blanche de Castillo, but now lying shattered in piles of broken masonry, wreckage and dust. In the roofless nave near three ogival doors, once the pride of Romanesque architecture, Abbe Landais greeted me with these words: “This is a terrible misfortune. Not a single pane of the beautiful stained glass of the rosace windows nor of the side windows remains. It was only last Tuesday that an exquisite rosace, with its 12 rayons forming part of a tympanum of large stained glass, a structure of four divisions, was unharmed; but on Tuesday morning a Gferman projectile smashed to .atoms this last relic of the stained glass. “The masterpieces of stained glass art were the crimson and blue portraits of Saint Louis and of Jeanne d’Arc in kneeling postures. These were demolished this week.” As one approaches Soissons posted notices announce “Road repaired. Proceed only at a walking pace. Make no dust.” This reminds the visitors that the Germans are intrenched 700 yards away, on the right bank of the River Aisne, and they keep up a constant, fire on Soissons, on the cathedral and on the ruins of the ancient abbey of Saint Jean des Vignes, where Thomas a Becket lived for nine years. The town of Soissons is deserted, except for a dozen inhabitants, who prefer to live in the cellars—all that is left of their houses. The cathedral is a mere skeleton of massive arched buttresses which support nothing except shell-pierced walls, ms one stands in what was once the clear, open sky is seen, a&<* occasionally a stray shell adds heaps of ruins. The famous ajttque portal on the south side no longoMkists. The south tower and the Bpire®lSta*d as a sort of rugged, fragmentary momßln«kt*,pt

BURIAL IS STOPPED BY LAW

Woman Get* Injunction t«) Prevent Interment of Her Uncle in Chelsea (Mass.) Cemetery. Boston, Mass. —Injunction proceedings to prevent the burial of her uncle, Arthur G. Norse, at the naval cemetery in Chelsea, Mass., because it will cause her grief, humiliation and an irreparable loss if his interment takes place there, have been begun in the equity session of the superior civil court of Suffolk county by Helen V. Pearson of Philadelphia. She asks possession of the body “for proper burial in a proper ground." Her action is aimed against George Lee of Boston and George Doherty of Somerville as defendants. Lee, she sfiys, engaged Doherty, an undertaker, to bury her uncle’s body without consulting her. The grave hna been prepared at the naval cemetery. Judge McLaughlin ordered counsel to complete pleadings for a hearing.

WATCH, GONE YEARS, FOUND

Lost In 1911, Found In 1915 In Feed Yard With Case Only Slightly Dented. Klamath Falls, Ore.—During the summer of 1911 Clarence Motchenbacher of this city, then a recent graduate from the high school here, lost his seventeen-jewel gold hunting case Illinois watch and fob while work* ing in the hay field in the EseU stock farm, south of this city. The watch and fob were found the other day in the feed yard on the Ezell farm by one of the workmen. Motcbenbacher’a name was on the fob. When found the case was shgbtty dented and three jewels broken.

HOME TOWN HELPS

DECRY THE WOODEN FENCE Many Cities Are Working for the Abolition of What Is Generally Called a Nuisance. War Ib‘ being ‘declared upon the wooden, tight-boarded ‘fences which disfigure the back yards and alleys of so many cities. Such fences are declared to be "time-honored breeders of fires, crime and disease,” and officials of the health, police and fire departments everywhere ate - urging that they be prohibited by law. The wooden fence probably came Into use when lumber was cheap and privacy seemed attainable by this sort of screen. But with the building; of rows of two and three-story and even higher dwellings, privacy is invaded by the eye of the neighbor in the upper story and is no longer a Valid excuse for the evils promoted by the wooden fence. Statistics show an unusually high percentage of serious fires in localities where the wooden fences abound. A fire starting in one block may easily be carried through a whole block by the fences. These fences also are a great hindrance to the police. They prevent the proper inspection of a neighborhood, serve as screens behind which crimes can be committeed in safety and supply hiding places for burglars and sneak thieves while waiting their opportunity to break into houses. Other charges in the indictment of the wooden fence are that it is unsightly, that it encourages the accumulation of disease-breeding rubbish and that' 1 it shuts off the light and air from what would otherwise be attractive playgrounds for children.

WOMEN WANT A CLUBHOUSE

Efforts In Tacoma Are Worth Imitation In Every Town and City In the Country. The clubwomen of Tacoma, Wash., are making a quiet but .consistent effort to have a clubhouse. Their association has already more than SI,OOO in its treasury, and is constantly adding to the fund by means of entertainments, sales, subscriptions, etc. Tacoma has a larger number of women affiliated in clubs than any other flty in the state in proportion to its population, yet it has no clubhouse. In Seattle the clubwomen have a fine structure that fills many wants as a place for lectures, concerts, regular club meetings and a central gattiering point, uniting the interests and efforts of women. Bellingham has two woman’s clubhouses, and Olympia has a woman’s clubhouse that serves many needs in the capital city. The Tacoma women feel certain that their activities and their usefulness in civic life would be increased had they a meeting place of their own. The experience of other cities has taught them that, outside the initial expense of purchase or erection of a building, the revenues from rentals make such a clubhouse self-supporting after it is once completely paid for.

Wild Flowers In Your Garden.

Wild flowers, always so attractive In the spring, should be taken up later when the weather becomes warmer, with roots attached, and planted on the north side of the house, where they will bloom for years to come. If not planted on the north side they must 'be sheltered in some manner. Take up a considerable^amount of earth with each plant and'do pot roots any more than can be helped, and plant as soon as possible in. deep, trenches partially filled with fertilizer >. and rich garden soil, for they demand rich soil. Violets will flourish in almost any part qf a garden, but the spring beauties and other fragile blossoms demand mixed shadow and sunshine. All wool ferns should be planted on the north side of the house. Maidenhair fern does best when planted in a crock and kept on the porch.

Ornamental Flower Boxes.

Ornamental flower boxes placed in conspicuous places on the roof form a feature that is fast coming into favor among bungalow owners in southern California. In shape and finish these boxes are made to harmonize with thei architectural treatment of the building, and when filled with plants produce a striking effect. The general use of these boxes is made possible through the fact that most of the bungalows in this section of California have flat roofs.—Popular Mechanics.

Muffler Should Be Used.

In several American cities societies have been formed for the prevention of. unnecessary noises. It is a good idea, and should be encouraged. It is remarkable how many of our city noises are avoidable. They tend to Increase nervousness, knd to mar the enjoyment of life by those whose sensibilities have not been blunted.

The Contentious Kind.

“Doppel seems to takers great interest in government statistics." "So I’ve noticed.” “But I fear he’s prompted less by patriotic motives than by a desire to get a basis for an argument"