Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 202, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 August 1915 — Page 2

THE GREATER LOVE

By CLARISSA MACKIE.

Uncle Gregory waved his arm» in • gesture of dismissal. "Vysry well, Roy, marry the girl If you wish to ruin your career. 1 have financed your art studies to the point where all you need is a couple years of perfect freedom abroad, where you can absorb the best there is in painting and sculpture. Then, and then only, will you be able to throw yourself into the work and produce, perhaps, a masterpiece—for, boy, you can palntV’ Roy Benton listened and knew that his uncle spoke the truth, but his heart rebelled. There was Eve Alison, to whom he had been engaged for many months. His acceptance of Uncle Gregory’s offer meant their marriage must be postponed for two years. He would not let her decide, for women were self-sacrificing, but she must be told of Uncle Gregory’s ultimatum, so she could understand why he was going to give up his painting and return to the profitable, though inglorious, business of commercial art —the illustrating of high-class advertisements. He could earn enough to support them in comfort, and some day he might be able to save enough to pay for his trip abroad—with Eve, of course — when he would take time to paint the great picture "Silence” that had found form in his fancy. Anyway, he would have Eve, and Eve Alison would make up for everything else, even for the abandonment of a career. Eve was poor, a selfsupporting girl who was making her lonely way in New York. She had been a bookkeeper in that great advertising company which was anxious to secure more of Roy’s work. Oh, there was absolutely no choice In the matter! Roy shrugged his shoulders and told Uncle Gregory just how matters stood. “I’ll marry her now and go back to illustrating advertisements,” he told the old man. “Very well, Roy, marry her now and you need never expect a penny of my money! I’ll leave it all to the Puddiford Orphan asylum. I won’t take your final decision now. Go and tell the girl what I’ve said and let her decide.” Roy picked up his hat and left his uncle without another word. He was to meet Eve at six o’clock and they were to dine together at a quiet little restaurant. His mind was entirely clear as to what course he should follow. He was In a rage with Uncle Gregory. How dared the cynical old man insinuate that Eve —whom he had never seen and whose name he did not even know —would refuse to marry Roy if she found he was not his uncle's heir? Eve, cool and fresh in her white frock and smart little hat, looked across the table at her big lover with hazel eyes meltingly lovely. Her clear olive skin was pink-tinted, and her dark hair, delicately arched brows and roseleaf lips made her look like an exquisitely painted Japanese miniature. “Weil?” she asked, when their greetings were over. ‘We will be married at once —next week!” he said, finality in his tone. “And, Eve, darling, I hope you won’t mind very much if I go back to Denbigh’s.” Her eyes widened with dismay. "Denbigh’s?” she faltered. "And give up your career —give up ‘Silence’?” He nodded. "And give up Uncle Gregory’s help, too. He thinks that I ought to travel for a couple of years, and 1 simply don’t see it that way. A wife and a home look good to me, darling. We will be just as happy in our humble way, eh?” All the lovely light died out of Eve's eyes and left them dark and brooding. Her face was white and wistful and her little hands were tightly clinched in her lap. At last her pale lips spoke. “I think you are very foolish to antagonize your uncle, Roy—and—and— I’ve been thinking for some time that our engagement was a mistake —a bitter mistake —and —you will understand some day. Good-by.” She picked up her gloves and vanished from the table before he had time to rise. His bewildered eyes saw on the white cloth the little pearly engagement ring which had plighted their troth. So Eve had only cared for Uncle Gregory’s money after all. The old man had been right—of course, his years of experience would endow him With an understanding of women. - Roy groaned bitterly, put the ring in his pocket, called for his check and went back to Uncle Gregory. On the deck of the great liner which was to bear Roy aw r ay, Uncle Gregory uttered a last word of advice. "Seek the silences, my lad —in the loneliness of the Sahara, the temples of India, the great bronze Buddha at Kamakura —and your picture will come to you!” ■* Roy smiled cynically. As if he could ever see any other 'picture save that sudden, woebegone face of the girl he loved! And he would not forget it —it would be his amulet against the charms of women the rest of his life. Mr. Gregory Benton’s little nutcracker face looked more irritated than usual as be spoke to the proprietor of a certain art store which had handled several of Roy Benton’s charming little studies of peasant life in Europe. “It’s a pertty state of affairs!"

fumed Mr. Benton. "Here is my nephew sending his pictures to you to dispose of, aud I can't get hold of one to hang in my home! Who is this —this person who has bought each one before I could get hold of itr . "She is a Miss Alison; beyond that I know nothing,” said the man. “She haa paid the price named without demur, although to outward appearances she is far from rich; in .fact she is quite shabby.” “I would have paid you ten times the amount you placed on each picture,” went on Mr. Benton. "I want to encourage the boy in his work—it’s all I’ve got to live for. Now, Smith, save the next picture for me —no matter what it is!" “Very well. Mr. Benton,” said the dealer. A year later Mr. Gregory Benton was standing in a well-known art gallery lu which was hung the beautiful painting by his nephew. The picture had been accepted by the Paris salon and was now on exhibition in New York. Uncie Gregory Btood before the picture enraptured with its beautiful significance, its charm and mystery- " Silence,” as it was called, represented the seated form of a beautiful woman—a woman with lovely, woebegone eyes of rich hazel, with softly tinted cheeks and with tender lips closed as if locking in some secret sorrow. The white gown falling mistily about her, the crown of dark hair, the round chin cupped in one curved hand were masterly in line and treatment, but the loneliness and the speechless woe of the silent figure were its dominating features. “Humph!” muttered Mr. Gregory Benton, at last, when an odd mistiness caused him to polish his eyeglasses. “The lad never found that inspiration in the silences of India, China or Japan—lt came from his heart, and, hang it all, why should he have any feeling like that in his heart?” He looked fiercely around as if to challenge any possible hearer of his unspoken question. There was only one other person besides himself before the picture iu this first hour of its exhibition. The other one was girt gowned in shabby black serge, with a once smart little black hat on her dark hair. She waa sitting on the bench looking up at the picture of "Silence” with woebegone eyes that were strangely like the painted ones. Gregory Benton stared at the girl with growing wonderment. Then he studied the picture and looked from one to the other, his glasses poised on his hawk-like nose—first at the girl and then at the picture. At last he could bear the suspense no longer. He bowed apologetically to the silent girl and spoke. “I beg pardon, madam, but the resemblance is remarkable —remarkable. You must have posed for that picture yourself. Were you Mr. Benton's model, may I ask?” “No,” she said, in a sweet, tired voice, “I was not Mr. Benton’s model. It is a wonderful picture, is it not? But to one who had seen his earlier work it is not surprising, is it?” There was a sort of pride in the artist in her tone, and Uncle Gregory started violently at the recollection of what the art dealer had told him. “Are you by any Miss Allson?” he asked courteously. “Yes,” she said quietly, “I am Eve Alison." "Eve —Eve?” repeated Uncle Gregory. “Why, that was the name of Roy’s girl—l never knew her last name. Did you buy his pictures from Smith?” "Yes,” said the girl in a shaking tone, and now he saw that the poverty of her dress told a story of woman’s sacrifice for the man she loved. Not only had Eve Alison given up her lover for his career, but she had deprived herself of comforts — nay, necessities, in order to buy his little pictures and thus encourage him in his -work. And the boy had taken her image away in his heart and made a masterpiece on canvas. He, Gregory Benton, had dared to interfere between such a noble woman as this and the man she loved. “God forgive me,” he muttered as he leaned over and took her hands in his. “I am Roy’s uncle —and I owe you a great apology.” Half an hour later Roy Benton discovered them sitting together, the girl's eyes shining like stars and her cheeks pink with excitement. “Eve,” said Roy bluntly, “Smith has told me about your buying my pictures. Why did you starve yourself to do it?” “Oh, because —because —well!” She looked in distress at Uncle Gregory. The old man placed her hand In Roy’s. (Copyright, 1915, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

Chili Pushes Nitrate Trade.

Chili, through Its minister at Washington, has offered to send experts to this country to teach American farmers how to use nitrate of soda as a fertilizer. To obtain the best results, the nitrate is placed on top of the soil soon after the plants begin to grow. While nitrate of soda is usually sold for about eighteen cents a pound, it may be obtained in large quantities at much smaller price.

Narrow Escape.

Teacher —Willie, what is the difference between gastronomy and astronomy T Willie (up against it) —Gee! Teacher —That certainly is one difference, Willie. Now, Bobbie* you tali us the real differeuoa .•

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND*

RAILROAD BUILDING AT NIGHT

Pictured in the accompanying engraving is an apparatus that is being used In Africa to permit of railroad construction at night, reports the Scientific American. A freight car is utilized aa a lighting plant. Projecting from a tower built at one end of the car is a light arm that extends far out over the track. At the extreme end of this arm two searchlights are placed, while other lamps

DEPEND ON RAILROADS

WARRING NATIONS HAVE BEEN WELL SERVED BY LINES. Importance of Communication in the Great Struggle Shown—Russia’s Lack of Facilities Has Proved a Serious Handicap. Effective railway mileage has played a potent part in the winning of modern battles. The Russians have not only had well-equipped, well-trained men to deal with in the eastern war theater, but, also, a wonderful, strategically invaluable net of railways. The German railways have been instruments of first importance in every Russian defeat. On the western front, where the fighting has been more stationary, the highly developed railway system of Germany meets the equally highly developed railway system of France. How well France and Germany are prepared to meet the emergencies of war transportation as compared with the other belligerents is shown in a recent bulletin issued by the National Geographic society. The bulletin reads: "The total length of the railways of the world Js about 750,000 miles, of which considerably more than fourfifths falls to the continents of Europe and America. The United States leads all the other nations of the world in the total of its railroad mileage, though it is proportionately -behind some of them. Belgium, now back of the invaders’ lines, is one of the best-supplied territories in the world for rail communication, and the railways of Great Britain, Germany and France are equal to almost any strain that a war traffic may put upon them. Europe possesses more than 212,500 miles of railway lines, of which about one-third falls to the share of the central German powers, the German empire and Austria-Hungary. Germany, with its 210,000 square miles of area, has about 40,000 miles of rail line, while France, with its 208,000 square miles, has 32,000 miles of trackage. Russia and Finland, together, with a total are of 2,095,616 square miles, or very nearly ten times the size of Germany, have a railway mileage slightly less than that of Germany. In great part, the Russian are farflung trunk lines, and the Muscovite land nowhere has anything corresponding to the interweaving railway nets of Germany and France. This lack of railway facilities has been one of the disadvantages that the Russians have had to overcome during the present war. Among the other countries of Europe, Italy has some 11,250 miles of railroad, so laid down as to bind almost her entire frontier by a rail line fringe; Spain has about 10,000 miles of track; Great Britain and Ireland have 24,000 miles, and Austria-Hun-gary has a total mileage of about 28,000. The United States has about onethird of the total mileage of the world. There ore 65,000 miles of railway on the continent of Asia, about 26,000 miles on the continent of Africa and 21,000 miles in Australia. Japan, with Korea, has only about 6,500 miles of railway, and China has a mileage which totals about the same. The railways of Germans 1 , France and Austria-Hungary have been developed with considerable attention to their value in times of war. This feature of railway development has been especially prominent in Germany, where the state has presided over the growth and destinies of steam line communication. Several great trunk lines traverse Germany from her western to her eastern frontier. and these lines are prepared to bear almost any strain. Along the French border an all-inclusive network of railroad has been laid, while German railway lines parallel the Russian frontier and receive feed lines from all parts of the r

Vote of Thanks.

Chicago owes a vote of thanks to the men of her steam railroads. The way they met the recent crisis (the street car strike) and helped carry the million workers of this city to and from their tasks was a marvel of speed and efficiency. They lived up to the best traditions of American railroading—and greater praise than that cannot be applied to any work done on steel highwajns.—Chicago Journal.

are located at Intervals along the arm. By means of this arrangement plenty of light can be shed upon the portion of the track that the arm overhangs, while beams of the searchlights can be cast ahead where the work of preparing the roadbed is under way. The lighting plant permits of carrying on work in the cool hours, while the torrid sun has retired below the horizon, and labor is possible.

VALUABLE LINES IN HAWAII

Railroad System of Island Pay* Handsome Dividends to Those Who Own the Stock. Twenty years ago the railway system on the Island of Oahu, Hawaii, had 23% miles of track. Now, there are 127 miles, including plantation spurs. At first this railroad almost ruined its promoters. Now it is one of the best-paying investments in the Hawaiian archipelago. The company owns 22 locomotives, 44 passenger cars and 520 freight cars. It has 36,000 feet of wharf and can store 20,000 tons of sugar. Taxes on property from Ewa to Kahuku plantation, writes a Honolulu correspondent of Commerce Reports, which is tapped by this railroad, amounted at the time the road started to $28,853; in 1914 the taxes on the same property totaled $310,000. This is one example how the land along the line has increased in value in the last twenty years. The railroad paid $87,324 in taxes in 1914, which means that every two years the company pays back to the government the amount of the subsidy granted to the railroad, which was $196,980. The gross earnings of the road twenty years ago were $120,000, and now they are $1,300,000; the freight earnings were $43,000 and today they are $813,000; the passenger earnings were $25,000, and now they are $300,000. Twenty years ago 79,000 passengers were carried yearly, while in 1914 about 1,140,000 persons patronized the cars. There were 907,000 passengers carried one mile twenty years ago; in 1914 they numbered 16,435,000. Passenger rates show less than two cents a mile; this is lower than the average rate on the mainland. This railroad, which starts in Honolulu, taps fivp of the largest sugar plantations in the Hawaiian islands, all the big pineapple plantations, a sisal plantation, several stock farms and several rice and banana plantations; skirts the shores of Pearl harbor, where the United States government is building a $2,000,000 naval station and dry dock, and indirectly taps one large American army post and one of the strongest fortifications under the American flag, Fort Kamehameha. which guards the entrance to Pearl harbor. In addition to its commercial importance the road opens up some of the finest scenic features on the island of Oahu.

RAILS ALLOWED TO EXPAND

Scientific Building Provides for the Effect of Heat on the Lengths of Steel. Anyone who is observing will notice, if walking along a railroad track in winter, that the ends of the rails do not meet. There will be a space between the rails of from one-fourth to onejialf inch, according to the length of the rails, character of the

track and climatic conditions. On side tracks the rails will often be found butting together or spaced* one inch apart, all within a few hundred feet. This is simply because the tracks are unimportant and are laid with as little expense as possible. The rails on the main line of a trunk road will be found equally spaced with unending regularity. This is done on account of the expansion of the rails in the hot summer, for if the gap was hot provided when the steel was laid, the heat would cause such a tremendous end pressure that the tracks would assume a grapevine appearance. —World's Advance.

Crossings to Be Guarded.

New Hampshire has passed a law placing the protection of railroad grade crossings in the hands of the public service commission, which has ordered that each city and town shall maintain warning signs at a reasonable distance on each side of crossings. The signs must be of enameled—metal, 24x12 inches in size, and have white letters on a blue ground. If any town neglects to set such signs for 60 days it forfeits one dollar for each day. Anyone injuring or defacing the signs Is liable to a fine of ten dollars.

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CLEARLY NO MILK FOR HIM

Traveler's Hopes of Nourishment Disappeared aa Woman’s Explanations Came to an End. A traveler from the North, walking through the mountains of North Carolina, came on a cabin that gave unusual evidence of rural industry, says Harper’s Magazine. Although it was only ten o’clock in the morning, the traveler decided to stop and ask for refreshment, since he might not come on anything so promising for many miles. A tall, apparently ill-fed woman came to the door. She looked at the traveler in amazement, and seemed to be resentful when he made known his wants. “We’ve et,” she said in a reproachful tone. “Tom’s gone to town to fetch cornmeal.” The traveler suggested a glass of milk. Again the woman shook her head, while her sallow visage lengthened. “Tom went and fprgot to milk the cow. He won’t be back till evenin’." That seemed to be the traveler’s opportunity, both to show his good nature and obtain a glass of milk. “I’d be glad to milk her for he offered. “I was brought up on a farm.” Again the woman shook her head. “Ye caint, stranger.” And this time her resentment was tinged with futile regret “Tom rid the cow to town.” It’s a short step from cunning to rascality.

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Virtue is the only nobility. Drink Denison’s Coffee, Fot your health’s sake. ________• When a man is beaten he admits 14 —but It Is different with a woman.

Suburban Quiet.

Knicker —Did they have a sleeping porch? Bocker —Yea, the darned thing snored.

Not a Grumbler.

In one of the southwestern states the courtroom of thq courthouse was overlooking the cemetery. A negro had Just been sentenced for two years. The Judge, piqued at his apparent Indifference, remarked: “You don't seem to mind your sentence." “Bless yo’, Judge, des plenty oh ’em ovah yondah would like to h&b it.”

starting Trouble.

“Why is it that the attendants to telephone offices are all women?” Mrs. Brown made this inquiry of her husband. “Well,” answered Mr. Brown, “the managers of the telephone offices are aware that no class of attendants work so faithfully as those who are in love with their labor; and they know that women would be fond of: the work in telephone offices.” "What Is the work In a telephone office?” Mrs. Brown further inquired. “Talking,” answered Mr. Brown. And that conversation came to an end and a different kind of converse tion began.