Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 203, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 August 1915 — Page 3

HIS LOVE STORY

MARIE VAN VORST ILLUSTRATIONS by RAY WALTERS

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“•14“ Le Comte de Sabron, captain of French cavalry, takas to his quarters to raise by hand a motherless Irish terrier pup, and names It Pitchoune. He dines with the Marquise d'Esclignac and meets Miss Julia Redmond, American heiress. He is ordered to Algiers but is not allowed to take servants or dogs. Miss Redmond takes care of Pitchoune, who, longing for his master, runs away from her. The marquise plans to marry Julia to the Due de Trimont. Pitchoune follows Sabron to Algiers, dog and master meet, and Sabron gets permission to keep his dog with him. The Due de Tremont finds the American heiress capricloua Sabron, wounded in an engagement, falls into the dry bed of a river and is watched over by Pitchoune. After a horrible night and day Pitchoune leaves him. Tremont takes Julia and the marquise to Algiers in his yacht but has doubts about Julia's Red Cross mission. After long search Julia gets trace of Sabron's whereabouts. Julia for the moment turns matchmaker in behalf of Tremont. Hammet Abou tells the Marquise where he thinks Sabron may be found. Tremont decides to go with Hammet Abou to find Sabron.

CHAPTER XXI—Continued.

It was rare for the caravan to pass by Beni Medinet. The old woman’s superstition foresaw danger in this Visit. Her veil before her face, her gnarled old fingers held the fan with which she had been fanning Sabron. She went out to the strangers. Down by the well a group of girls in garments of blue and yellow, with earthen bottles on their heads, stood staring at Beni Medinet’s unusual visitors. “Peace be with you, Fatou Anni,” said the older of the Bedouins. “Are you a cousin or a brother that you know my name?” asked the ancient woman. “Everyone knows the name of the oldest woman In the Sahara,” said Hammet Abou, “and the victorious are always brothers." . “What do you want with me?" she asked, thinking of the helplessness of the village. Hammet Abou pointed to the hut “You have a white captive in there. Is he alive?” “What is that to you, son of a dog?” “The mother of many sons is wise,” said Hammet Abou portentously, "but she does not know that this man carries the Evil Eye. His dog carries the Evil Eye for his enemies. Your people have gone to battle. Unless this man is cast out from your village, your young men, your grandsons and your sons will be destroyed.” The old woman regarded him calmly. “I do not fear it," she said tranQullly. "We have had corn and oil in plenty. He is sacred.” For the first time she looked at his companion, tall and slender and evidently younger. "You favor the coward Franks," she said in a high voice. “You have come to fall upon us in our desolation.” She was about to raise the peculiar wail which would have summoned to her all the women of the village. The dogs of the place had already begun to show their noses, and the villagers were drawing near the people under the palms. Now the young man began to speak swiftly in a language-that she did not understand, addressing his comrade. The language was so curious that the woman, with the cry arrested on her lips, stared at him. Pointing to his companion, Hammet Abou said: "Fatou Anni, this great lord kisses your hand. He says that he wishes he could speak your beautiful language. He does not come from the enemy; he does not come from the French. He comes from two women of his people by whom the captive is beloved. He says that you are the mother of sons and grandsons, and that you will deliver this man up into our hands in peace." The narrow fetid streets w'ere beginning to fill with the figures of women, their beautifully colored robes fluttering in the light, and there were curious eager children who came running, naked save for the bangles upon their arms and ankles. Pointing to them, Hammet Abou said to the old sage: *See, you are only women here, Fatou Anni. Your men are twenty miles farther south. We have a caravan of fifty men ail armed, Fatou Anni. They camp Just there, at the edge of the oasis. They are waiting. We come in peace, old woman; we come to take away the Evil Eye from your door; but if yon anger us and rave against us, the dogs end women of your town will fall upon you and destroy every breast among you.” She began to beat her palms together, murmuring: “Allah! Allah!” "Hush,” aald the Bedouin fiercely, “take us to the captive. Fatou Anni.” Fatou Ann! did not stir. She pulled aside the veil from her withered face, so that her great eyes looked out at the two men. She saw her predicament, but she was a subtle Oriental. Victory had been In her camp and in her village; her sons and. grandsons had never been vanquished. Perhaps the dying man in the hnt would bring the Evil Eye! He was dying, anyway—he would not live twenty-four hours. She knew this, for her ninety years of Hfe had seat many eyes close on the oasis under the hard bine skies. / ~ ~ To the taller of the two Bedouins she said in Arable: yH

“Fatou Ann! is nearly one hundred years old. She has borne twenty children, she has had fifty grandchildren; she has seen many wives, many brides and many mothers. She does not believe the sick man has the Evil Eye. She is not afraid of your fifty armed men. Fatou Anni is not afraid. Allah is great. She will not give up the Frenchman because of fear, nor will she give him up to any man. She gives him to the women of his people.” With dignity and majesty and with great beauty of carriage, the old woman turned and walked toward her hut and the Bedouins followed her.

CHAPTER XXII.

Into the Desert. A week after the caravan of the Due de Tremont left Algiers, Julia Redmond came unexpectedly to the villa of Madame de la Maine at an early morning hour. Madame de la Maine saw her standing on the threshold of her bedroom door. “Chere Madame," Julia said, "I am leaving today with a dragoman and twenty servants to go Into the desert” Madame de la Maine was still In bed. At nine o'clock she read her papers and her correspondence. “Into the desert —alone!” Julia, with her cravache in her gloved hands, smiled sweetly though she was very pale. “I had not thought of going alone, Madame,” she replied with charming assurance, “I knew you would go with me.” On a chair by her bed was a wrapper of blue silk and lace. The comtesse sprang up and then thrust her feet Into her slippers and stared at Julia. “What are you going to do in the desert?" "Watch!” “Yes, yes!” nodded Madame de la Maine. “And your aunt?” "Deep in a bazaar for the hospital,” smiled Miss Redmond. Madame de la Maine regarded her slender friend with admiration and envy. “Why hadn’t I thought of it?” She rang for her maid. “Because your great-grandfather was not a pioneer!” Miss Redmond answered. The sun which, all day long, held the desert In its burning embrace, went westward in his own brilliant caravan. “The desert blossoms like a rose, Therese.” "Like a rose?” questioned Madame de la Maine. She was sitting in the door of her tent; her white dress and her white

Julia’s Eyes Were Fixed Upon the Limitless Sands.

hat gleamed like a touch of snow upon the desert’s face. Julia Redmond, on a rug at her feet, and in her khaki riding-habit the color of the sand, blended with the desert as though part of it. She sat up aa she spoke. “How divine! See!” She pointed to the stretches df the Sahara before her. On every side they spread away as far as the eye could reach, suave, mellow, Mack, undulating finally to small hillocks with corrugated sides, as a group of little sandhills rose softly out of the sealike plain. “Look, Therese!” - Slowly, from ocher and gold the color changed; a faint wavelike blush crept over the sands, which reddened, paled, faded, wanned again, took depth and grew Intense like flame. “The heart of a rose! N’est-ce pas. Therese?" "I understand now what yon mean,” said madame. The comtesae was not a dreamer. Parisian to the'' tips of her fingers, elegant, fine, she had lived a conventional life. Therese had been taught to conceal her emotions. She had been taught that our feelings matter very little to any one but oar-

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selves. She had been tanght to go lightly, to avoid serious things. Her great-grandmother had gone lightly to the scaffold, exquisitely courteous till the last. “I ask your pardon if I jostled you in the tumbrel," the old comteeee had said to her companion on the way to the guillotine. “The springs of the cart are poor”—and she went up smiling. In the companionship of the American girl, Therese de la Maine had thrown off restraint. If the Marquise d’Kscllgnac had felt Julia’s influence, Therese de la Maine, being near her own age, echoed Julia's very feeling. Except for their dragoman and their servants, the two women were alone in the desert Smiling at Julia, Madame de la Maine said: “I haven't been so far from the Rue de la Paix in my Ufa” “How can you speak of the Rue de la Paix, Therese?” “Only to show you how completely I have left it behind.” Julia’s eyes were fixed upon the limitless sands, a sea where a faint line lost itself In the red west and the horizon shut from her sight everything that she believed to be her life. “This is the seventh day, Therese!” “Already you are as brown aa an Arab, Julia!” “You as well, ma chere amie!” “Robert does not like dark women,” said the Comtesae de la Maine, and rubbed her cheek. “I must wear two veils.” “Look, Therese!” 1Across the face of the desert the glow began to withdraw its curtain. The sands suffused an ineffable hue, a shell-like pink took possession, and the desert melted and then grew colder—it waned before their eyes, withered like a tea-rose. “Like a rose!” Julia murmured, “smell Its perfume!” She lifted her head, drinking in with delight jthe fragrance of the sands. “Ma chere Julia," gently protested the comtesae, lifting her head, "perfume, Julia!” But she breathed with her friend, while a sweetly subtle, intoxicating odor, as of millions and millions of roses, gathered, warmed, kept, then scattered on the airs of heaven, intoxicating her. To the left were the huddled tents of their attendants. No sooner had the sun gone down than the Arabs commenced to sing—a song that Julia had especially liked: Love is like a iweet perfume. It comes, it escapes. When it’s present, it Intoxicates; When it’s s memory. It brings tears. _ Love Is like a sweet breath. It comes and it escapes.

The weird music filled the silence of the silent place. It had the evanescent quality of the wind that brought the breath of the sand-flowers. The voices of the Arabs, not unmusical, though hoarse and appealing, cried out their love-song, and then the music turned to invocation and to prayer. The two women listened silently as the night fell, their figures sharply outlined In the beautiful clarity of the eastern night. Julia stood upright. In her severe riding dress, she was as slender as a boy. She remained looking toward the horizon, immovable, patient, a silent watcher over the uncommunicative waste. "Perhaps,” she thought, “there is nothing really beyond that line, so fast blotting itself into night—and yst I seem to see them eome!” Madame de la Maine, in the door of her tent, immovable, her hands clasped around her knees, look affectionately at the young girl before her. Julia was a delight to her. She was carried away by her, by her frank simplicity, and drawn to her warm and generous heart Madame de la Maine had her own story. She wondered whether ever, for any period of her conventional life, she could have thrown everything aside and stood out with the man she loved. Julia, standing before her, a dark slim figure in the night—isolated and alone —recalled the figurehead of a ship, its face toward heaven, pioneering the open seas. 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 Julia watched, Indeed. On the desert there is the brilliant day, a passionate glow, and the nightfall. They passed the nights sometimes listening for a cry that should hail an approaching caravan, sometimes hearing the wild cry of the hyenas, or of a passing vulture on his horrid flight. Otherwise, until the camp stirred with the dawn and the early prayer-call sounded “Allah! Allah! Akbar!” into the stillness, they were wrapped in complete silence. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Meaning of Yankee.

Thwre are several conflicting theories regarding the origin of the word Yankee. The most probable is that it came from a corrupt pronunciation by the Indians of the word English, or its French from Anglais. The term Yankee was originally applied only to the natives of the New England states but foreigners have extended it to all the natives of the United States and during the American Civil war the southerners used' it as a term of reproach for all the inhabitants of the North.

Porto Rico Sugar Industry. The important part played by the sugar industry in the material welfare of Porto Rico is shown by the figures of exports. Out of a total valuation of exports amounting to 941,000,000 during the fiscal year ending June 30, 1914, sugar alone constituted over 930/ 000,000. This was the lowest sum real ized for sugar exports la five years Under normal conditions sugar com stttutes two-thirds the .total value a all exports. : '

BASERUNNER HAMPERED BY FOXY PLAYER

There are perhaps more tricks worked by and upon baserunners than there are in any other department of baseball. The 360 feet around that diamond are filled with pitfalls and handicaps that make Tipperary appear close at hand by comparison. One would think that it is a simple matter to run around the bases when making a home run. But against a trained and experienced team it is a hard matter. The batter drives a ball to left center field. If he does not get away from the plate quickly, the catcher will spring in close to him, perhaps drop his mask in front of him, and try to hamper the start. He swings out on to the edge of the grass so as to make a flying turn at first base without losing much ground. The first baseman remains on the inside corner of the bag, or near it, giving the runner Just room enough to pass, and trying to force him to take a wide turn. The pitcher, if he is speedy enough, will try to cut across in front of the runner to throw him off his stride. Both the second baseman and the Bhortstop will hamper him at second, oae holding the bag to make him turn wide, the other trying to force him to make a still wider turn. The third baseman holds him and makes him take the outside route and a wide swing, and even then the shortstop will cut across in front of him as he tears for home, pretending to back up the plate, and after all that

STORIES of the DIAMOND

Eppa Rixey has shown himself to be quite a pitcher of late. * • • Bresnahan is doing his best to keep the Cubs up in the race. • • * The Yanks expect to land Miller, one of the Southern league’s best outfielders. * * • Harold Janvrin, the schoolboy inflelder, is going at a fast clip for the Boston Red Sox. • • • Cy Falkenberg is not having a prosperous year this season, as he is getting bumped regularly. * * * The chances are that Johnny Evers has taken the pledge to quit talking so much in the ball games. * * * Alexander fanned 143 batsmen in 23 games, excelling all other majorleague pitchers in this respect. • • • Looks odd to see Chief Meyers, Giant catcher, ’way below the .300 class. His official mark is .246. •• • • John McGraw still clings to the belief that the Giants and Braves will fight It out for the pennant this fall. „• * * Those Boston Braves are attracting a lot of attention these daye because they seem to have started on the rise again. • • • If Larry Cheney shows his old-time form for the remainder of the season the Cubs will be very much In the race. • • * Wallie Schang is playing the outfield for the Macks. He was moved from third base to left field to make way for Healey. mm* Dutch Zwilling Is considered as good a man as Kauff. Manager Tinker says he would not trade his center fielder for the Brooklyn star. _• • • McHenry, the new pitcher secured by the Reds from the Northwestern country, is as large as Orvle Overall and has aa much speed. m m m . Even if Jack Coombs is through as a pitcher. Manager Robinson of the Dodgers has enough left to keep up the fight he is making for the top.

Manager Joe Tinker and Al Bridwell.

journey he finds the catcher squatted in the line two feet from the plate to block him. Al Bridwell, now with the Feds, pulled a clever one on Joe Tinker when Tinker was with the Cubs and Bridwell with the Giants —and won a game by it. Bridwell was on first base when someone made a hit. The hit was short and sharp, and there was small chance for him to go to third on it. He turned second at full speed. Tinker was watching him and placed himself exactly on the route Bridwell would have to traverse to reach third, and then turned his back to make himself appear innocent of intent to interfere. His object was to make Bridwell turn wide to pass around him and lose perhaps three or four steps iu distance. Bridwell saw the move. He also saw that it was hopeless to try to reach third. Instead he turned second at top speed, dashed up the line, bumped Tinker, grabbed him and fell. In an instant he scrambled to his feet and shouted to the umpire, who turned just in time to see the two men struggling to their feet. Naturally he supposed Tinker had interfered. He let Bridwell go to third — and he scored on a fly and won the game. Not one of the Chicago players kicked. They realized that Bridwell had out-tricked them at their own game, and gave him due credit for It.

GOOD YEAR FOR DAN GRINER

Jinx Has Been Fallowing Big St. Louie Twirler—Better Things Predicted for This Season.

Big Dan Griner, Cardinal pitcher, has been camping at the outer door of the Hall of Fame ever since he joined the St. Louis team, bat always something has seemed to bar this entry. Two years ago it was an illness that overtook him in midseason. L«st year

Dan Griner.

he engaged in a feud with Wingo and Magee that-is said to have so worked upon his health that it was impossible for him to do his best. This year he is reported to be in excellent condition and as Wingo and Magee have gone from the team St. Louis dope experts are predicting that the big fellow will prove himself to be one of the best pitchers in the National league.

Bresnahan to Lead Toledo.

The story is going the rounds again that Roger Bresnahan is to lead the Toledo team in the American association next year. He will be part owner in (he dub, according to the story.

WOULD SHIFT ATTACK

Manager Herzog Favors Switching Tactics in Contests. First Half of Game Usually Played in Way Differing From Last Period —Interesting Theory of Cincinnati Leader. Manager Herzog of the Cincinnati Reds believes that the first half of a game of ball is usually to be played differently from the second half, that is, when applied to fairly close games. He has quite an interesting theory on this subject, which is entirely original with him. “The average player," said Herzog, “does not realize the great difference between, say, the first five Innings of a game and the last four innings. In the early stages of a game one doesn't know how many runs are going to be needed to win. It is Impossible to say how the pitcher is going to go, or what the breaks are going to be. A team may need only one run to win or it may require a dozen. “The odds are that it will need more than one. Therefore my policy early in the game is not to play for a single run, but to force the issue and try to score as many as possible. That is why I don’t believe in the sacrifice game around In the first or second round, only to find that that lone run is worth nothing to us. “The early half of a game should be an effort to score just as many runs as possible, for you never can be sure how many you are going to

Manager Herzog.

need. Pile up as big a lead as you can in the first few innings and so be prepared for emergendes. But suppose both pitchers going strongly and we come up to the sixth or seventh inning tied, or one run behind or ahead. i “Then the whole situation changes. It is evident by that time what your pitcher is capable of and a single run becomes much more important than it was in the first or second inning. You will often see our men playing a sacrifice game from the sixth inning on, because by that time we may have found out that one run will win for us in the game for an inning or two longer. This is a very important principle of the game and one that is often overlooked by both players and managers. "Whenever I see a club fighting to get one run around in the first or second inning and neglecting possible chances to score three or four runs, I have it figured out that we have a good chance to beat that club. You will often see a change in our style of play as the game grows older, and I think the system will win many dose games for us.”

BATTERS “PULL AWAY”

"The biggest trouble with present-day batters is they pull away from the plate instead of wading into the ball,” says Jawn McGraw, Giant foreman. “For a long time I refused to pay attention to folk who said ball players don't hit as well as the old-timers, but now I’m convinced. The youngsters coming up just naturally don’t hit; that’s all. You can’t get them to step into the ball. I haven’t played for a long time, but I can get in there any day and hit better than some of the chaps I see around the circuit”

Baltimore Likes Johnson.

Rankin Johnson’s work with the Terrapins is causing Baltimore fans to laugh at Manager Joe Tinker for turning the former Red Sox player over. It wasn’t Joe’s fault, as he gave the twirler every chance possible to show something. - Johnson bad merely * reached that stage where a change of scenery was needed.

Alexander Is Released.

, Grover Alexander’s brother, who Was a member of the Omaha team {in the Western league, has been hand* ed his unconditional release. ' . . -