Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 205, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 August 1915 — Page 3

RAILROAD BUILT BY MRS MAY GO TO JUNK PILE

Atlantio & Southern Has Not Turned a Wheel Since January 1. IS ONLY 35 MILES LONG Strikers Once Ran It Till They Got Their “Back Pay”—Leslie M. Shaw Wanted It Once, But Changed Hla Mind. Atlantic, la. —The last chapter in the spectacular history of the Atlantic, ft Southern railroad is about to be written; the line is about to be sold for junk. The rails and ties will probably be taken up and carried to Arkansas, and they will be used in building k little railroad in that state. The stations be sold to anyone who will buy them and the right of way will rerert to the farmers along the way who originally donated most of it to the railroad that was to bring competition and a reduction in freight and passenger rates. Not a wheel has been turned on any portion of the road since January 1, and the owners are now negotiating for the sale of the property to W. Harding Davis of St. Louis, a dealer in second-hand railroad materials, for use of the line that is being built in Arkansas. The Atlantic ft Southern was unique among railroads. It is thirty-' five miles long and was completed on January 1, 1911, after a spectacular building race foK a price of $50,000 which was to be paid conditional upon the completion of the road upon that date. During the last month of building the work was carried on day and night, electric lights being strung along thq, line and double shifts, both as to men and horses, employed. The Job was completed with only a..few hours to spare and the first train to pass from end to end arrived at the terminal within less than one hour of the last moment possible for it to do so and yet win the prize. Built by Farmers. The little railroad was built in large part by farmers. Not only did the farmers finance the deal, but they performed most of the work. Whenever a farmer had nothing else to do, he hitched up his team, drove over ‘to the line and put in a day's work on the grade. Sometimes he was paid-' in actual cash; at other times he was given credit on his stock subscription, and at still others he was paid in stock of the road. Much of the right of way was donated by the farmers and some of the cross ties were cut by them and delivered free. The building of the Atlantic ft Southern followed closely upon the completion of the Atlantic ft Northern, a road about eighteen miles long, running northward from this town. But whereas the northern road was a success from the beginning, the Southern never paid operating expenses, much less a dividend. Operated by Strikers. At one tifte there was a strike on the road, the section men and the five trainmen quitting work because they had not been paid. They barricaded the line and for almost a month not a train was operated in either direction. Finally the strikers took possession, ran trains, took the money and- paid themselves off and then surrendered the property to the owners. The little road was expected to prove that a farming qpmmunity could finance and build its own transportation systems. Every farmer along the right of way took stock and gave donations; townß voted bonds to aid in

HONEYMOON IN GYPSY WAGON

Mrs. William Schmeelke, until her recent marriage Miss Bernice Logue. a popular artists’ model, photographed fa her roughing costume at Lake Hopatcong, New Jersey, where she is enjoying a novel honeymoon with her young husband. They prepare and eat their meals as well as sleep and travel In a gypsy wagon.

ANCONA BOMBARDED BY AUSTRIANS

Damage done to a two-story house in the Italian city of Ancona during a bombardment by Austrian warships.

its construction. Then they got down to work and built the road. Although only thirty-five miles in length, the road had more directors than the Pennsylvania, New York Central, Union Pacific and a dozen other big systems -combined. At one meeting 300 of the directors were on hand —and they were not all there at that time, either. But the Atlantic ft Southern was not without prospects—and big ones, too. The late Edwin Hawley at one time had his eye on the property, and at the time of his death was preparing to purchase it and make it a connecting link between the Minneapolis & St. Louis, lowa Central, Chicago & Alton, Missouri, Kansas & Texas, Clover Leaf and Chesapeake ft Ohio roads. It waß his intention to extend the little line southward to Kansas City, northeastward to Des Moines and westward to Omaha. Leslie M. Shaw Wanted It. And after_Mr. Hawley's death Leslie M. Shaw, formerly secretary of the treasury, tried to buy the property at receiver’s sale. Mr. Shaw deposited $40,000 when the line was knocked down to him at auction, but failed to come forward with the remainder at the proper time and his deposit was confiscated. He is still fighting in the courts to get his money back. Two years ago, after passing through receivership, the line was sold at auction and was purchased by the firm which had furnished the cross Jies, the bid being the amount still due it. This firm operated the road for eighteen months, lost money every month and finally, on January 1, closed it down entirely. But the Atlantic ft Southern promises to live long in law and to furnish a precedent of vast importance. There is pending before the lowa state railroad commission Jesuit brought by the commerce counsel of the state to force the owners of the Southern to operate the road, whether expenses are being earned or not. This is the first case of this kind in any state in the Union and the decision will be fought through the highest federal courts, regardless of the side that wins before the commission. lowa is’ represented by J. H. Henderson, commerce counsel for the state, who contends that the builders of the road, took upon themselves an obligation to furnish transportation to the people -along the right of way and that they must fulfill this obligation regardless of their personal loss.

CANDIDATES GET A SURPRISE

See Meteor as They Are Crossing Swamp and Fear End of World Is Coming. Hickory, Miss.—A feW nights ago, as four gentlemen of this place were coming through Chunky swamp, a meteor threw a flash of light as bright as day into their faces and scared them almost as badly, perhaps, as did the mysterious light which surrounded Paul on the road to Damascus. Two of the men who, by the way, are candidates, were in a very dark and lonely part of the swamp, and thought they were about to be held up by highwaymen when the light flashed all around them. Then they saw the meteor falling through the trees not more than, a hundred feet away, apparently. One of the men said he thought the world was coming to an end, while another said perhaps the Germans had his address. The gentlemen who saw the meteor were M. G. Scarborough, P. G. Semmes, W. M. Everett and N. M. Everett

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, BEMSSELAEB, TOP.

MESSAGE IN AN OLD HOUSE

Dry Job Plastering in California y/ith Vintage of 1857, Says Note in Bottle. Auburn, Cal. —A message from the days of gold was. found by workmen tearing down the old residence of Senator W. B. Lardner In this city. The message, written on part of a leaf from the Congressional Record of 1858 was in a wine bottle, and hp.d been placed between the walls of the house. It read as follows: “This house was plastered by James Mcßurney, and It was a damned dry job. Bullock wouldn’t give us anywhisky. JAMES M’BURNEY.” It was dated May 28, 1859. The .bottle contained a label reading as follows: “California Wine from Los Angeles. White Wine. Vintage of 1857. Geo. T. Thatcher & Co., San Francisco.” The reference in the message to Bullock was meant for the contractor who built the house, it is supposed. The house was a fine one in its day, and was well made, the plastering being specially well done, which may be accounted for by the fact that it was so “dry.”

FASHION’S PASSING SHOW

New York.—Mrs. Hermann Oelrichs has proved that there is something new in the way of charity entertainments, if not in anything else under Hie sun. She sprung one at Newport the other day that people will be talking about for some little time. It was a fashion show and theatrical entertainment all in one and it had for its .setting the lovely French renaissance bouse of white marble that is Mrs. Oelrlch’s summer home. More properly it had the rose gardens, the white esplanades and the background of the sea for its setting, since the entertainment took place out of doors. Twenty-two professional models.twelve dancers, several young women actresses mid forty members of the smart set -were engaged in the production of the fashion passing show. > The photograph shows Mrs. Howard Cushing as “Joan of Arc.”

THE PAWNED BABY

By VANE MERRIMAN.

Rosa Horn Its moved heavily down the narrow aisle between the dusty glass cases of the pawnshop and peered up Into the storm-swept streets. "We got to light the lamps about now, papa,” she said over her shoulder. The little man huddled over a greasy ledger at a desk near the window looked up with hawk eyes. “You shouldn’t be cutting off all what light there is, Rosa,” he reproved his wife. "When I make a footing of this here yesterday’s page, then, maybe, we shall light lamps.” Rosa moved her bulky form so that it no longer obscured the window. From the basement doorway she could look up and see many feet passing along the sidewalk, the feet of men, women and little children, and if it had been light enough in the basement Papa Hornitz might have seen his wife’s face wet with tears. Suddenly a pair of large, masculine feet, shod in well-worn galoshes, hesitated at the top of the flight of stone steps and then passed on. Rosa turned toward her husband. "Cousin Lensky just went by;' I could to tell his galoshes.” “The feet of a meddler,” snarled Jacob Hornitz. “He dare not show his face to me.” “Papa, papa,” soothed Rosa, laying her hand on her husband’s trembling arm. “Did he not steal my boy—my Joey?” “Ah, papa!" wailed Rosa, “it was not Lensky who stole our son. It was his niece, that good for nothing Ray Nemuss, with her- fancy ways.” “It was Lensky who told Joey if he broke his engagement to Ray her heart would break. And even though our hearts break from his disobedience our son marries her, and we never see him.” Jacob’s voice cracked drearily. “You told him never to show face here again. And her; we hated her for her silly ways and because we were .jealous. Now they have moved to Chicago—so far away,” reminded Rosa. The door opened suddenly to admit a customer. Jacob retired to light a lamp over a distant counter and prepared to haggle over a gold watch. Mrs. Hornitz stood before the door watching the feet on the sidewalk. Suddenly a bulky object blotted! out the view; there was a commotion on the stone steps and something bumped against the door. Out of the storm and wet there was propelled into the shop A baby carriage pushed by a shawl-shrouded woman. - “For what —’’ Rosa was angrily beginning when the woman interrupted. “Please —please to let me have a dollar on it. It’s a fine carriage, almost new and —" “Wait,” Rosa interrupted in her turn and lighted a bracket lamp. She examined the carriage closely, poked its empty depths and then nodded assent. While she fumbled in the cash drawer the woman pushed the carriage into a dusky corner out of the way of a passing customer. The transaction concluded, the woman clutched the dollar bill and the pawn ticket and vanished into the night t Jacob was lighting the remaining lamps that shone like dim yellow oases in the desert gloom of the shop. “Times Is hard, papa,” observed Rosa. “Times is always hard for some folks,” retorted Jacob as he returned to his desk. “Times is very bad when a lady pawns her baby carriage. Look, papa a fine, handsome carriage, and only a dollar asked.” Jacob glanced toward the corner and nodded. Rosa usually made a good bargain. He sighed sharply. Ross Hornitz knew that he was thinking of their son Joey, gone almost a year. They had not seen Joey since his marriage. Now, he was in Chicago, where Cousin Lensky bad relatives, but he had never written. Perhaps Jacob’s denunciations still rang in his ears. At eleven o’clock Rosa, nodding over her knitting, lifted her head sharply. * Jacob locking up his books, stared at her curiously. “What is it?” he asked. “I thought you made a cry, papa,” she said meekly. “You should always hear things, Rosa,” he reproved. A queer little sound came from the darkest corner of the shop, a feeble, half strangled cry. Rosa and Jacob rushed from their place and met in the middle of the shop. Their eyes questioned each other. Jacob spoke first. Perspiration beaded his forehead; he essayed a careless laugh. “I am like a child — a crazy one,” he confessed. "I thought ’twas little Joey crying! And him —God knows where!” *'Ah, papa!” wailed Rosa. “I heard it too. It is a bad sign and —” She stopped and listened with a tense look on her round face. The cry again—louder—a distinct wa!L “A-—a—baby!” Jacob stamped his foot angrily. "Rosa, fool that you are! There is a baby in that carriage.” "Ah, no! The lady had no baby. The carriage was empty—l felt in it,” protested Rosa, waddling toward the -A, f

corner. Jacob carried a lamp and flashed it toward the carriage, "The carriage was empty," repeated Rosa, bending over it “Jacob, it is a baby—poor, forgotten one!" Herarms plunged into the carriage and brought from under the hood a bundle wrapped In an old shawl. The bundle wriggled and watHed lustily. “You will take it to the police,' commanded Jacob sourly. "What for should anyone wish us bad luck like this?” The baby suddenly stopped crying and, cradled in Rosa’s hungry, motherly arms, stared up at her with round, black eyes. “He should maybe two months old," remarked Rosa. “Such a beautiful boy —see, Jacob he smiles at you!” “I see nothing but bad luck," shrugged Jacob peevishly. “Where is my umbrella and my galoshes, Rosa?" “What for, papa?” “I go to the police.” “In the morning, Jacob —husband! Let me keep him tonight—l will take him tomorrow myself—poor little one —that a mother should pawn her babe for a dollar,” she crooned softly. Jacob stamped back to his desk and looked up his records. “Ticket 13482,” he mumbled. “Did you know the woman, Rosa?” "No. She looked like that Vetta Vogel what keeps boarders down by Hester street.” Rosa threw this information over her fat shoulder. ‘*l go to give baby some milk, papa.” The door into the living room slammed. Jacob sat and stared at the closed door. He could hear Rosa’s tender voice as she moved to and fro and again the baby’s cry ending in a gurgle of satisfaction. “But for the heavy years—it could be little Joey again,” he sighed. “He was a good son —it was his only disobedience.” He bowed his head upon his greasy ledger. * He did not hear Rosa when she came into the shop and dragged Joey’s cradle from a dusty corner, nor the heavy vibration of her tireless feet as she waited upon the waif. He was thinking'of Joey in all his delightful phases from infancy to upright young manhood. A week later Jacob Hornitz faced a shawl-wrapped woman. She pushed some money and a pawn ticket across the counter. “I came for it,” she said briefly. Jacob studied the ticket and nodded. He went to the corner and pulled out the baby carriage. “Here it is,” he said. The woman hesitated. She was old and wrinkled and her hair was grizzled. “I want the baby, too,” she said sharply. % “The ticket calls for baby carriage —no more,” said Jacob sternly. “I want the baby. I hear him crying now.” She started toward the back of the shop, but Jacob and the carriage blocked her path.- • “No lady would pawn her baby. You are crazy,” he said. “I tell yon I hear it.” “What you hear it our own babyone I shall adopt. Will you go or must I call police?" he asked politely. “I will go and bring police myself, old man!” she cried shrilly, and clattered up the steps. Rosa came into the shop, carrying the baby in her arms. Jacob poked a crooked finger under the baby’s dimpled chin. “Such a little rascal babee!” he chuckled. The shop door flew open and two people flung girl whose face was sharpened by illness and privation a young man gaunt and holloweyed, a ghost of dashing Joey Hornitz. “I want my baby,” said the girl tensely, holding out eager arms. “Give her the baby, mother,” said Joey gently. “She has pined for it.” Silently Rosa dropped the baby in Ray’s arms. She and Jacob stared at Joey with unbelieving eye. They scarcely listened to his tale of poverty and illness and how an avaricious and merciless landlady had caused baby and carriage to vanish one stormy night. They had just gained her confession that she had pawned the carriage and relieved her house of the nuisance of a baby guest. “I ain sorry for the trouble, papa,” said Joey, “but we will go now. Come, Ray. Good-by, mamma.” Jacob scurried down to the door and locked it. “You couldn’t take away our baby,” he defied them. “It’s got to stay here —and you, Joey—and Ray, your wife —we want you all. Eh, mamma?” Rosa’s eyes were full of tears. Joey’s arm was around her and Jacob was awkwardly hugging Ray and the baby. “Of course all our children must stay here by us,” she said decidedly. "Joey, you help papa. Ray, baby’s milk is warm —we must feed him now.” (Copyright, 1915. by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

A Poor Present.

A wounded soldier explained his grievance to his nurse. “You see, old Smith was next me in the trenches. Now, the bullet that took me in the shoulder and laid me out went into ’im and made a bit of a flesh wound in his arm. Of course I’m glad he wasn’t 'urt bad. But he’s stuck to my bullet and given it bis girl. Now, I don’t think that’s fair. I’d a right to it. I’d never give s girt o’ mine a aeccyd ’and bullet.”

Work of Imagination.

“They tell me that it’s imagination that keeps the doctors busy,” said the slow-pay patient. "“It is,’’ replied the physician. "A lot of us are kept busy making oat bills which we foolishly Imagine are going to be paid."

GRAND LAW OF LIFE

Unity With the Father Is the KeyStone Upon Which AH Things Depend. “The shell was not Ailed with pearls until it was contented (that is, ceased from unrest)." In this old Persian proverb we find an example of the same truth that was given by Jesus in his lesson regarding worldly care, so beautifully illustrated in the story of the “Lilies of the Field,” ending with the injunction: "But seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness and all these things shall be added unto you." Not until one ceases from all anxious seeking after and striving for possessions and settles down into a state of peace and rest, through absolute trust In God for his supply, can he realize the truth that all things whatsoever he desires are in reality his, that as a child of God they rightfully belong to him, else he would not desire them, and that through conscious recognition of the fact, he will come into possession of his own through natural attraction, If quietly resting and trusting, in confident expectation that the supply will come as needed. In the right time and way. In the Knowledge of the Truth. The conscious knowledge of unity with the Father, who is the source of supply, gives the realization of unity with the manifestation of supply in whatever form or shape needed, thus all fear and belief in lack, which is caused by the ignorant belief in separation from our supply, is eliminated from the consciousness. The feeling of trust and security which follows enables one to maintain an attitude of equilibrium and poise in all circumstances and conditions. Nothing can disturb him who knows the truth, for he feels the power which knowledge gives and rests serenely in that consciousness. He knows that he has only to make use of this power, in faith and trust, to bring to him anything he needs when he wants it He becomes a law unto himself. He knows, also, that he is responsible for the way in which he may use this power and therefore must use it in _ accordance with the law of righteousness, else he will bring direful consequences upon himself. Knowledge and responsibility are inseparable, and only through right use of his power can one produce harmony in his life and affairs and so be free from the adverse consequences resulting from its misuse. Man’s Divine Gift Man Is given freedom to make his world and conditions what he will, and he learns through the use of his power how to use It aright, a state of heavenly blessedness; a consciousnes of peace and power within, and the fulfillment of all his desires. His hopes and aspirations will all be realized and he will find rest in the consciousness of being in possession of the source and cause of all things, either in the heavens above or the earth beneath. "I and the Father are one and all that the Fathfer hath i» mine.” To arrive at this grand consummation one must cease from all unrest and should cultivate a state of peace, and trust In the omnipotent goodness of God, who is the life and subßtance of all things and in due time the realization will follow. The*following exercise in. concentration and meditation will assist in producing the desired state of mind for the above realization: Concentrate the attention upon the Supreme Being and meditate upon his all-abounding and unchangeable love and goodness until you become conscious of your unity-with it. Then whenever this consciousness is lost to you, as it may be through letting the cares of the world enter in and take possession of you, make it your first duty to re-establish the condition, for all your good will come through it.

Misers With Minutes.

A minute is the efficient man’s ally in getting work accomplished. The unused minutes in most lives are sufficient for the learning of a foreign language. A native Chinese Christian preacher, who- in addition to his evangelistic work oversees several schools and cares for the Y. M. C. A. work, became proficient in the use of Fne I<ah One of the American missionaries wrote that he was able to accomplish this by using the spare minutes that others spent in idle talk. Recently a friend expressed surprise that a man who seemed always to be responsible for work sufficient for several men nevertheless found time to read so much. "I put the reading into niches of time here and there,” ho explained. Are there things that yon are longing to do if there were time? Do not wait for the elusive hours, but snatch the ever-athand minutes and begin to do those things.—Sunday School Times.

Dwelling in God.

“Come unto me,” says the holy Jesus, “all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will refresh you.” Beg of him to be the light and life of your soul; love the sound of his name; for Jesus is the love, the sweetness, the compassionate goodness of the Deity Itself; which became man, so men might have the power to become the sons of God. Love, and pity, and wish well to every soul ii* the world; dwell in love and then you dwell in God.—William Law.