Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 207, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 September 1915 — Page 2

TENDER AND TRUE

By VICTOR RADCLIFFE.

A girl stood looking out of an office window of the great implement plant at Acton. The busy seen a in the spreading yards of the vast hive of industry seemed to fix her attention, but this was only in semblance. Hester Gray was thinking—thinking back. Hers was a beauty so faultless, that she did not appear to Mandell Wade, senior partner of the great Arm that owned the works, like the conventional type of young womanhood. “She belongs to the world of pedestals of catalogues,” was the thought that flashed through his mind as his eyes first fell upon her. “I regret that we cannot find a place for you/*Miss Gray," he spoke aloud. “We are about to remove our office headquarters to Chicago, and a new manager will engage the force at that point.”, Hester turned to go. She had applied tor a position in the drafting department of the great plant. It had been a decided “come-down” for her, for she had for two years enjoyed some celebrity and a fair income from a book publishing house remodeling ancient illustrations. She could copy or amplify in this field capably, but had not received any real artistic education. The publishing house had failed. She had come to Acton to rest, her little stock of money had run low. and rather liking the rural en vtronment of the place, she had hoped to secure employment. She had been in a bitter mood when she applied for the employment She was sorely disappointed now. “One moment, if you please,” spoke Mr. Wade, and she halted. “As I entered the room my eye was struck by your pose at that window. If you will repeat the same and allow me to call our photographer, I will give you a check for one hundred dollars, the company to have the right to use the picture in its literature.” “How dare you!” exclaimed Miss ■Gray, flushing crimson. “You ask me to commercialise my identity on a

Hester Gray Was Thinking—Thinking Back.

par with a face bleach testimonial or a footlight favorite!” “You mistake me;” Mr, Wade hastened to say. “Your face has strength and character As I saw you at the window there, its calm and power seemed typical of the substantial practicability of our business here The artist will amplify not your personality, but the featural type only." He was respectful, but businesslike. A hundred dollars meant a great deal to Hester. She agreed and posed for the photographer. Hester was handed a check for the money promised. “If you should locate in Chicago," said Mr. Wade, “advise me, and he handed her his card. “I shall remember your name and I will advise our manager there favorably regarding you.” “Thank you,” said Hester, and secretly felt grateful toward this liberal beneficiary. She experienced a sense of humility as she left the works and her hand crushed the check into creases. With second thought, however, she felt rather pleased at the plain, practical admiration of the business man. Strength, character, not feeble flitting beauty. This man of affairs had paid & tribute to elements she cherished. “Of what use have they been to me in getting on in the world!” soliloqulzzed Hester bitterly that eventide, as she sat at the window of her humble home. She was, however, at least peaceful of mind, and comfortable. The hundred dollars meant security and a basis to work on for some weeks to come. The retrospective mood was upon her, however. What had her life been? What of visions of ambition had materially accrued? She dreamed of the long past — grouping about one central point, the incidents of which bad not been out of her waking mind so much as a single hour through ten years. She vu a girl of twelve again, poor, barefoot and plainly clad. She stood beside a little willow-fringed brook. She held one hand tightly closed, meanwhile with the other dabbing her tear-stained cheeks. She was waiting for the only being in the world who had ever been interested in hef.'the only one she ever cared for. He came with a rush, Irwin Dale, a handsome, manly lad of fifteen, too proud to cry, but tears were in his eyes as he choked out the words. j

*1 had to scheme to get to you. Ob, It* > good-by, my deer, my deer,” end the boy and girl. Innocent, artless, they stood clasped in one another's arms, their tears commingling. “They gave me presents,” sobbed the boy. “A watch, a ring, and ties from my cousins, but they are glad I am going away to make my way in life alone, as they call it. Oh, all their hollow gifts are as nothing to a kiss from you, whom I love! love! love!” “I have no gift of value to give you, Ifwin," spoke the girl, “except this. See, it is a mottled lucky stone,* and I have put a bit of ribbon through it, and I’ve wept over it, and kissed it, and prayed over it, and it will bring you fortune, oh, sure, fortune!” “I will wear it always, I will cherish it as the dearest gifL in life!” cried Irwin. "Then, when it has brought me fortune, I will bring it back to you and ask you to be my wife —I swear It. And then some of his friends called him and he tore himself away, waving his hand, blinded with tears. She had never seen him since. Her father had died, she had gone to the city, had found work, had scraped and starved to get an education, had seen many hard, disappointing experiences, and her ideal had never faded, but hope had died within her. Three days later a brisk, energetic young man who had entered the office of Mr. Wade stared fixedly at a large, new photograph on the desk of his chief. The young man was the special sales negotiator of the firm, and he drew the largest salary of any employee in the establishment. He rushed out to find Wade. He was so much of a favorite about the plant that he was hail-fellow well-met all around. “Wade!’ he cried, running up against Wade, "the photo on your desk?” “Who is she?” questioned Wade. “No, where is she? How—when— ’* “Hold on —I’ll explain. You know her?” “I have been looking vainly for her for four years and —I love her!” “Ha! bum! what a romance!” and Wade told his story. Hester Gray was packed up and ready to leave for the city that evening, when her landlady summoned her to the parlor to meet a caller. She crossed Its threshold, halted spellbound, swayed and paled. “Hester!” spoke Irwin Dale, and he held his arms extended. “You —you!” she wavered weakly. He reached within his vest. He drew forth the lucky stone! “I have brought it back to you as I promised," he said simply. I have been looking for you ever since the good fortune you wished for me came double-fold!” “At last! at last!” her weary heart beat out. “All the years, Hester —longing for you, hoping for you!” he uttered, hia eyes glad and content, “and now Hester —never to part again!” (Copyright. 1915, by W. G. Chapman.)

MADE FIRST MISSOURI TRAIL

Canadian Adventurer Is Accorded Honor of Journey-That Required Some Heroism. The first journey by land to explore the interior of Missouri, of which there is much record, was undertaken by a Canadian named DuTisne in 1718. The Indians prevented him from ascending the Missouri river, so he crossed overland from Kaskaskia to the Osage river. No doubt he followed an old Indian path. They traversed the ridges between streams as much as possible. He crossed the Meramec and Gasconade and numerous other streams fifty or more miles south of the Missouri. He visited with the Osage Indians some time, exploring up and down their stream. In September, 1719, he says m his journal, he reached the “Padoucah tribe.” Evidently then, he visited Kansas. DuTisne describes a very fair country which he reached after passing through a rugged one. Very probably he was somewhere in the valley of the Walnut river in Kansas He might have been near the site of Kansas City, as he speaks of Osage villages only 350 yards from the Mis sour! river.

Early Days of Coal.

The earliest historical mention of coal In our country is by the French Jesuit missionary, Fhther Hennepin, who saw traces of bituminous coal on the banks of the Illinois river in 1679. Most of the coal beds of the United States are situated at some distance from the ocean; therefore, the first colonists settling along the coast were for a long time ignorant of their existence. It was many years after Father Hennepin gave to the world the information that he had found coal in America that any attempt was made to mine it. The first effort to take it out of the ground was in 1750, when works were opened on the James river near Richmond, Va Here bituminous coal was mined, but not in any very great quantities.

In All Humility.

“As nearly as I can make out,” said the supercilious person, “you are what they call a literary hack." “No.” replied Mr. Pen wiggle, wearily; “I’m not a hack. I’m a Jib ney.” *

Insuring Promptness.

*Ts the ability to swear fluently aa aid to golf?” “I don’t know that it helps a man to play a better game, bat it sometimes improves the caddy service.”

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

CITY OF THE SISAL KINGS

IT IS from the state of Yucatan, Mexico, that the sisal fiber-is obtained for the manufacture of binder twine for the American farmers. That far southern state of the war-ridden republic also supplies most of the raw chicle for the manufacture of chewing gum, writes W. D. Hornaday in Grit. These are the two principal reasons why the recent blockading of the port of Progreso by a Carranza war vessel created such a stir in certain industrial circles of the United States. During the last twenty-five years the growing and exportation of sisal fiber, which is obtained from the leaves of the henequin plant, have brought enormous wealth to Yucatan. It is said that Merida is the home of more multimillionaires than any city of its size in the world. These men of wealth all made their fortunes out of the sisal industry. Up to the beginning of the present revolutionary period in Mexico and dating back more than a decade Merida was the real money center of Mexico. A veritable stream of gold constantly flowed out Gs the local banks through the channels of trade to other parts of country and even into the larger financial centers of the United States and Europe. The annual revenue which the Yucatan planters obtained from their sisal product ranged from $20,000,000 to $40,000,000. These men have continued to reap large profits from the industry all through the war disturbances as the exportation of the fiber was not interfered with by the different contending political elements until recently. There is at present an unusually large stock of fiber- on hand awaiting export. Most of it has been already purchased by an American company that manufactures binder twine on an extensive scale. The outgoing shipments of the product will'now be made as rapidly as ships can take it out of Progreso, which is the deepwater port of Yucatan. Most Progressive Part of Mexico. The henequin planters have been made to contribute several million dollars to the different revolutionary

factions during the last few years, but the levying of this tribute has been no burden to them. On the whole, the state has probably been more prosperous in the face of the revolutions than any other part of Mexico. This was due in part to its isolation from the remainder of the republic. It has no railroad connections with the other Btates, with the exception of Campeche. The United Railways of Yucatan has a line that runs to the town of Campeche. Just before Diaz resigned from the presidency the federal government granted a concession to a foreign syndicate for the construction of a railroad from Campeche to a connection with the National Tehuantepec railroad, a distance of about 450 miles. The surveys for the proposed lino were being made when the Madero revolt caused a stop to the work. Vjjiat is now the territory of Quintana Roo was formerly a part of Yucatan. It was created about fifteen years ago and placed under military rule in order to better cope with the rebellious Maya Indians. These Indians are degenerated remnants of a once powerful and highly civilized race of people that inhabited ages ago what is now southeastern Mexico. The ruins of the former civilization are scattered through the dense tropical forests of Quintana Roo, Yucatan and Campeche. They consist of large cities, monuments, temples and a variety of other interesting works of a race that is now almost extinct. -The Mayas have never submitted to Spanish or Mexican role. Their warriors are still carrying on a guerilla fight against the Mexican settlers who hare encroached upon their inhabited domain.

Besides the sisal fiber and chicle gum that are obtained in Yucatan and Quintana Roo, the tropical forests are the source of a large supply of mahogany timber that is exported to the United States and Europe. On account of the unsettled condition of affairs most of the mahogany logging camps have been temporarily abandoned and very little of that timber has been exported for several months. Always Friendly to Americans. The people of Yucatan have always been friendly to Americans. They have a great admiration for the United States. In fact, this liking was so great that the government authorities there about 1848 during the war between Mexico and the United States, made a formal offer that Yucatan be taken over by the latter country. This offer was refused by the government at Washington. Bordering the then state of Yucatan on the south was British Honduras. When the proposed annexation to the United States was refused a proposition was made to the British government that it take over the state and add It to British Honduras. This plan also met with failure. Politically speaking, the people of Yucatan have never been in sympathy with that part of Mexico which lies to the north of the Isthmus of Tehuantepec. Even during the long reign of President Diaz there was at all times a strong undercurrent of ill-feeling towards the federal administration on the part of the people there. It was the existence of the opposition that caused Diaz to adopt conciliatory tactics in his appointments to office and general administration. In nearly all of his cabinets there was at least one representative from Yucatan.

The Unappreciated Drummer.

“There are traveling Americans who have never seen the inside of the hotel that depends upon commercial men to keep it going. They may know the large houses of Florida, the huge structures along the northern beaches, the caravansaries in New York, but they pass through life without experiencing the soggy “comfort-

era" of the middle West, the short sneets of the South, or anywhere the overpowering odor of an abandoned cigar stub that cannot be found. It is a pity, for the traveler never fully knows the world. “In eyery mill town where there is power you find your room blazing with light, and every year you will find added private bathrooms, a decorous array of towels, and an inclination on the part of the chambermaid to let one sleep in the morning without rattling the doorknob every five minutes. “It is the drummer, supposed to be composed entirely of Jokes, who is as vigorous in his demands for long sheets as is the motorist for good roads.”—Century.

To Amuse the Children.

Soak a cupful of dried peas overnight. They then can be easily pierced. At the same time provide a box of wooden toothpicks. By combining the two your children will find amusement by the hour in making playthings of every description. Kindergarten cards to amuse children may be fashioned from the colored pictures found in vegetable and floral catalogues. Put a piece of heavy white paper under the colored picture and prick with a pin all around it. You will find an outline of the same thing on the white paper, and the design may be sewed from hole to hole with a bright-colored yam or embroidery cotton. A sand pile is a capital place for the youngest children to play, and it will hold their interest longer if some colored marbles, shells, pebbles, even bright bits of broken dishes, are mixed through it, on the sly, fur them to discover as they dig.

PRESERVED IN GLACIER

GRASBHOPPERB ENTOMBED Ifc MOUNTAINB OF MONTANA. Story Which Has Long Been Coneld •red to Be a Myth Found Correct, and Explanation Is Made by Scientists. Grasahoppere on ice, In ice and ot lee le the phenomenon to be found in Grasshopper glacier, once considered a myth, but the existence of which as one of the wonders of the West has been confirmed by geologists, natural forest officials and prospectors who have reached the upper headwaters of the Bast and West Rosebud rivers in the Beartooth mountains of Montana. Investigation has shown that the "myth" of Grasshopper glacier is a fact. The grasshoppers, myriads of them, are frozen in a solid mass of ice. Many of the specimens are as perfect as if preserved in alcohol for exhibition. In the opinion of scientists who recently made a first-hand study of the fabled glacier the insects were caught in a periodic southward flight and succumbed to the cold in their attempt to cross the mountain range. The huge ice mass, under whose crust the grasshoppers are burled, is virtually under the shadow of Granite peak, 12,842 feet high, the highest in Montana. Only recently has its existence as a perpetual glacier been verified, though as long as 40 yean ago it was traditionally known in early Montana mining camps and mountain towns. It was considered then merely a fanciful tale of pioneer prospectors and fur trappers who had penetrated to the upper reaches of this branch of the rugged Rockies. J. C. Witham, deputy supervisor of the Beartooth national forest, one of the few men who have seen the Grasshopper glacier, brought back to civilization a small vial containing the nearly perfect remains of several grasshoppers found embalmed in the ice. These were forwarded to the Smithsonian institution, Washington, but unfortunately were badly broken in transit The Granites of Caribou county afford perhaps the most picturesque alpine scenery to be found in accessible parts of the United States. The Grasshopper glacier, which is one of a number discovered by the James P. Kimball survey, is thus described by Doctor Kimball: “Prom observations made the survey it was determined that grasshoppers brought to life on the prairie, when- in periodic southerly flight in a direction toward the mountains, are compelled by successive stages to rise and surmount the massive barrier of the mountain range. On the summits they are combated by head winds and frequent violent high mountain air currents, the occasional terrific force of which to be thoroughly appreciated must be encountered on the summits of the range. “Such portions of the grasshopper flights as are so unfortunate as to be compelled to settle on the glaciers in order to seek shelter from the oppbffing Insurmountable winds become chilled by contact with the snow and ice surface of the glacier and are overcome, remaining unable to rise for newly attempted flight The glacier then becomes their sepulcher."

Creusot, the Krupps of France.

The celebrated works of the Creusot, similar to Krupps, Germany, were originally organized for engineering purposes by William Wilkinson, an Englishman, in the year 1786. The works then belonged to a company, in which Louis XVI had an interest, and were known as the Royal foundry. During the revolution the Creusot works were nationalized by the government, and during the empire Napoleon kept them running for guns and ammunition for the army. After 1815 armaments no longer paid at the Creusot and it became bankrupt. A new company, assisted partly by English capital, was formed, and maintained the works until the present proprietors, who have a name more Teutonic than French —Schneider —acquired them in 1836. It is now the third generation of the Schneiders who control the Creusot, and, like Krupps, they have established several allied undertakings in connection with the production of armaments and engineering machinery.

Smile in Court.

At a recent trial one of the witnesses was a green countryman, unused to the ways of the law, but quick, as it proved, to understand its principles. After a severe cross-ex-amination the counsel for the prosecution paused, and then, putting on a look of severity, exclaimed: “Mr. Kilkins, has not an effort been made to induce yon to tell a different story?” “A different story from what I told, sir?” “That is what I mean.” “Yes, sir; several persons have tried to get me to tell a different story from what I have told, but they couldn’t.” “Now, sir, upon your oath, I wish to know who those persons are.” -Wail i guess you’ve tried ’bout aa hard as any of them.” —Chicago Herald. '

Jonah the Pioneer.

We don’t know who Invented the submarine, but Jonah was the first to become familiar with one.—Columbia State.

FOR ALL THE EARTH

Christianity and Patriotism Are One and the Same, According to the Bible. World events have brought before us at time most forcibly the questions of nationality and patriotism, and I have seen the statement made repeatedly that Christianity is inimical to both. Christianity, we are told, is not national, but cosmopolitan. Its tendency is to obliterate boundaries and distinctions between race and race. This cosmopolitanism of Christianity, people say, is absolutely fatal to patriotism. That was, for Instance, one of the criticisms which the Japanese passed upon Christianity. Patriotism amongst the Japanese has become exalted almost Into a religion. Devotion to their land and to their emperor seems to be their ruling passion, and one of their objections to Christianity Is Its universalism, which, th«r say. Is fatal to patriotism, and that it would inevitably sap the devotion to their country, which has been the Jap’s boast and prldA Let us look at this criticism for a moment and see how much truth there is In it If it could be shown that Christianity is antipatriotic it would lack a certain element which appeals to the American just as surely as it does to the Jap; for love for one’s land Is not a passion which appeals only to the dwellers in that eastern empire, but a passion which should burn with an undying flame in the heart of every true American. That Christianity is cosmopolitan in its spirit cannot be disputed. It is the gospel for the world. It addresses Itself to man as man, and not to man as a member of any particular nation. Other religions are for the most part tribal or national. But the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ is the God of all the earth, and the father of all who dwell upon It. This Gospel of ours Ignores all national distinctions. Men come to the cross from the Bast and from the West, from the North and from the South; It is just as much for the black man as for the white. It reveals a love that lavishes itself upon all without respect to differences of race or color or tongue. It preaches a universal fatherhood, and consequently a universal brotherhood of men. The Gospel not only ignores natural and racial differences, but It looks forward to a time when these racial and national differences shall cease to sunder and divide men as they do today. I do not say that the Gospel looks forward to a time when differences shall cease to exist. Difference In itself Is not an evil, for I believe that each nationality has its important contribution to make the civilization of mankind as a whole. But these differences shall cease to be sources of Jealousy and strife. The prophets of old were given the vision of a united world. Enmities were to be abolished. The lion Is to lie down with the lamb, the calf, the young lion and the fatling together. Racial jealousies are to disappear; war and bloodshed are to cease; men are to beat their swords into ploughshares, and their spears into pruning hooks, and to learn war no more. There is no doubt about it that the Gospel is cosmopolitan In its message and in its spirit. To Human Brotherhood. Now, I believe that every earnest man who thinks seriously is a cosmopolitan in the Gospel sense of the word. No matter what causes may be assigned for the great war which is ravaging the world today, it is evident to every thinking man that the ultimate cause of the war is national' jealousies and rivalries. That is what lays the great burden of armament upon the nations today; the burden which has been growing greater and heavier every year. In spite of 1,900 years of Christianity the spirit of war still rages among mankind, and God has permitted this great war to scourge us as the inevitable outcome of the jealousy and hatred and rivalries among the nations. Perhaps we can now see that only in the brotherhood of nations can there be happiness and well-being. That does not mean the death of patriotism, it means no surrender of the love which we have for our own land. Tennyson was a strong and vehement patriot, and yet he thought of the golden age as a time when

The war-drum throbbed no longer, and the battle-flags were furled. In the parliament of man, the federation of the world. It is an error of judgment to think that this sort of cosmopolitanism—the Wnfl which the Gospel teaches—ls destructive of patriotism. The error is due to a false conception of what patriotism is. What is patriotism? My dictionary defines it as “love of country; devotion to the welfare of one’s country; the passion which inspires one to serve one’s country." I am content with the definition. Patriotism, you will notice, is a positive thing. It is love of one’s country. It is not hatred of other countries —it is love of your own. You can love your own family and your own home without hating your neighbor. But the mistake which so many people make is of interpreting patriotism as if it meant hatred and jealousy of other nations instead of love and devotion to their own. Bnrely nothing has shown more plainly the source of the present war than the Chants of Hate which it has brought forth.—Rev* Btephqp Paulson. '