Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 210, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 September 1915 — Page 3

CUPID'S OWN COOK

By ELLIS BROWNE.

The Gordon place made the tag end of the Tillage, set as it was between a ragged paddock, a weedy orchard and fronting an unkempt lawn. Time was when the lawn had been shorn velvet turf, the paddock alive with horses, the stables, how desolate, trig 'and properly tended, with a livery coachman’s family in the cottage near by. -That was before, the boom times — whose collapse had swept away the greater part of the Gordon fortune. Elinor said passionately to herself sometimes that Providence in mercy should have taken her and her father along with the money. Not, that she was cowardly—her case was that of one who cannot swim carrying a beloved burden beyond strength, unable to assure Its safety, still more unable to- let It drop. Without metaphor, she had to live and keep a semblance of decent comfort upon the narrowest possible income and that not independent, but the dole of kinsfolk better off. She could do nothing to supplement it, nor could she dispense with it. Bitterly she told herself that if life were but transferable she would gladly part with l\er expectation of days to some rich dotard for money enough to assure her father care and comfort while he lived. Although shattered, John Gordon was not old —barely turned fifty. He might well go on to eighty after the habit of his blood. So long as he lived she was bound to care for him — helpless as though in prison. Therefore in her black moods she thought longingly of death —not as one who undervalues life, but «s the one door of escape into limitless freedom. One drab day was so like another, the lengthening or shortening of'daylight took on the nature of an event. There were no happenings. Regularly as the month end came the monthly check from* her uncle. In return Bhe sent an itemized account of how tiie previous month’s money had been spent. Uncle Jabez had a notion she had inherited extravagance from her dead mother. He had, somehow, a notion that his brother had Imbibed from that same source the recklessness in finance that had stripped him bare. At first the Uncle had permitted Elinor to let the coachman’s cottage, and thus get a slightly larger in--come. But finding that she had been so dishonestly soft-hearted as to forgive a quarter’s arrears on account of sickness, he had taken the matter Into his own hands —with the result of having the house stand empty almost ever since. One day, busy in copying her return, taking special pains to make the copy fair, Elinor, was startled fb have her uncle walk in without knocking, nod to her father, huddle beside the smothered fire, turn to her and say grumpily: "I’m giving you a chance you don’t deserve —see that you improve it. Have let the cottage for six months, provided its environment is found agreeable. Two men tenants—artists —I have agreed you Shall give them breakfast —also dinner —when they want it. That won’t be regular —still it will help. You will' give them the best of everything—they are paying enough to deserve it. No! They will not pay you. I shall attend to that part. But I have opened an account for you at the market with Higgins—they tell me he has the best groceries. Moreover, I shall send in wine from my own merchant —you'll receipt and account for every bottle of it. if my brother wants a glass now and then, let him have it. A woman should stick to water —” “Nevgr fear but I shall stick to it,” Elinor said, choking. She had risen and stood, white and shaking, beside the moth-eaten desk, but made herself say more temperately: “Please, uncle, won’t you give me a little broader chance? We have so much room here —let me fill it with summer people. It won’t be much more trouble —of course, I shall have to have help—” "Help! I think not!” Unde Jabez snarled. "Help—to eat up all the profit in sight? No, young woman, you’ll do the work yourself. Often enough you’ve whimpered how you wanted to work —” “I do want to work, but—in some other way," Elinor nerved herself to say. / "I-rl have so forgotten pride I don’t mind being a servant, but I do mind being a servant without wages.” “Upon my word! Of all the ingratitude!” Unde Jabez began acidly. His brother rose suddenly—it was seldom he said anything in family councils. Now, in almost his old voice of power he cried: “Jabez —this can’t be! You forget yourself. My daughter shall serve no strangers. No! I don’t forget what we owe you—it is you who forget what you owe your blood!" “What I owe ft has kept you from the poorhouse these last seven years," Jabez roared back. “Kept you here in the house that you mortgaged for twice Its worth. Now because I want your fine lady daughter to help a bit, you turn rusty. It would serve you right if I turned out the pair of yon neck and crop.’* -I'm ready. The poorhouse is not so far off. I can walk—and they will send for father,” Elinor cried, her eves blazing. Her father tottered toward her. •Well go—together—girl,” he said.

"Bat I won’t let you stay there with i mo—not even if the law would permit You shall go out and know what it is to work and be finfcs" "1 ought to call your bluff—and say go," Jabez snarled. “Bnt you bank on my fam'dy feeling. Sit down, William—l really had no thought of stirring up such a hornet’s nest Now tell me Just what you object to? I was thinking only for- your own good." Elinor sank down, burying her head in her locked arms. The two men talked eagerly, breaking In one upon another —she hardly heard them, and certainly did not heed. Presently her uncle touched her shoulder, saying with gruff contrition: “I’ll send up old Mag Elly. She can do the rough work for you and the gentlemen shall be told they needn’t expect more than breakfast —served in the arbor —” "No,” Elinor said, rising and facing him. "If you let me have Mag, I can give them whatever they call for. Meanwhile —if the work leaves me any leisure—may I use It In my own way?" -"Nobody ’ll hinder you,” Jabes returned ungraciously. Before her uncle had quitted the house she was out in the big oldfashioned garden on her knees besides the laden .gooseberry bushes picking green fruit as hard as ever she could.. The artist tenants found but one cause of complaint—they never got more than a passing glimpse of Miss minor Gordon. Meals were prompt and perfect Bills duly rendered Uncle Jabez made him whistle and say to himself If minor were only a man he’d be glad to have her as a partner.* There waa a handsome margin of profit after settling for supplies. He admitted as much to Elinor, hinting that she should have her share. She amazed him by flushing deeply and shaking her head. But she had grown handsomer —much handsomer —of that he was sure. Her scowl was gone, she had got a fine color and, although her hands were often stained and rough, she did not complain. Something about which Uncle Jabez knew nothing was going on. Higgins, the grocer, was minor’s accomplice in patting over things upon her uncle and the tenants. Those latter gentlemen had a fine discrimination for all manner of table dainties, and further, they liked the brands Higgins supplied so well that they ordered them lavishly—in dozens weekly—to send as gifts to their friends or to use upon their special outings. Elinor was the source of these. She had a positive genius for such things. She had appealed frankly to Higgins, and he had backed her like a man, telling himself he’d risk It for just half the chance to plague that old skinflint of a Jabez. Elinor had worked hard. Quietly she had bought fruit, melons, vegetables for preserving and pickling—old Mag had helped when she had time, but that was not often. EHuur felt that her mounting profits were coined from her very life blood. But she rejoiced. Here was the beginning of independence—trade would grow—Higgins would back her. Down a far, dim vista she saw the goal of independence. Fate resolved she should not so reach It and brought about the thwarting melodramatically enough Young Barham, one of the artists, coming in very late to dinner one day, was Just in time to catch Elinor as she fainted in the doorway. She had been qn a her feet all day beside a hot stove, * with the whole world scorching hot. Barham was a man of action. When he knew the straight of things he said promptly: “This won’t do at all. It’s even worse than marrying me.” In the coufse of time he brought Elinor round to his way of thinking. But old Jabez, although he gave her a handsome dowry, declared hatefully that it waa her cookery and not herself Barham was making sure of. (Copyright, 1916, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

TASTING WITH THE NOSE

Scientist Asserted That Flavor of Food and Drink la Not Through Sense of Taste. Sir Ray Lankester, the eminent man of science, asserted that the flavor of food and drink does not come to us through the sense of taste. That sense, he says, can only furnish sensations that correspond to the chemical composition of the substances presented to It. These sensations, while almost infinite in their shadings, are few in number. We can distinguish by taste -only sweetness, bitterness, sourness, and saltness, although the various Intensities of these sensations are innumerable. The distinctive flavor of various foods is not the result of chemical action, and it not perceived by the taste nerves, flavors excite' the olfactory nerve instead, and are transmitted by it to the brain. A person whose sense of smell is impaired is unable to detect the flavor of the food he eats, although he haa the taste sensation that it stimulates. This Is an explanation of the effect that Influenza often has apparently on the taste, but, really, on the sense of smelL

Conclusive.

Penelope—Marcellas was In the clairvoyant’s room'for two hours. ” Percival—She must have been having herTuture told. Penelope—Why are you so certain of that? Percival —It would have taken the clairvoyant two weeks to have told

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ARMENIANS REPULSING THE TURKS

A scene in the trenches ot the Armenians in the “Gardens" Just outside of the city of Van, in Asiatic Turkey, during the recent siege of that place by the Turks. Before the Armenians could defend themselves a number of them were massacred by the Turks. The majority of the Armenians, who are Christians, fled to the American mission compound and directed their fight against the Turks from that place. The Turks were compelled to abandon their siege of the city after having suffered a heavy loss. -

WAR OF POSITIONS

Trench Warfare, Graphically Described by Correspondent. What It Means to Live for Weeks in « Ditch Seeking to Kill Person* in Another Ditch Within Hailing Distance. London. —A British correspondent at the front with the expeditionary force in Flanders sends the following graphic description of life in the trenches: “This war, particularly this trench warfare —‘the war of positions’ as the Germans more correctly call it —is so utterly unprecedented that one often searches the mind in vain for some suitable parallel which will make people realize what it meanß to have to iivrf for days, sometimes for weeks, on end in a narrow ditch seeking to compass the violent death of persons in another ditch within hailing distance with whom not a year ago one might have been lunching or dining. “I was in some trenches the other day. We were having tea round a table in a dugout. The trench' ran through a cornfield, as I remember, and as we drank our tea we had a fine view of some ruined buildings against the sky. The German trenches were very close, and if you had a fancy to finish with life all you had to do was to take two steps from the tea table and poke your head for an instant above the sandbags of the parapet. “On the German side an officer had tried to do this that morning. Five minutes afterwards three men with a stretcher had taken the body awayi Somebody remarked on the strangeness of our position. ‘Here we are,’ he said, ’in a ditch in a cornfield. Rather a good spot for a picnic it would have been, wouldn’t it, with the old farm back there to furnish hot water for tea and this ffice view in front of us? I dare say people used to come here on summer evenings like this a year ago. Yet here we are, a lot of men who probably never heard of Flanders in their lives before this war, living in an adjectival cornfield, with only one idea in life, and that to kill as many as possible of another bufich of fellows living in another corner of the same old cornfield. Funny war, ain’t it? Who’ll come and snipe?’ "He and another man, having finished their tea, went off down the trench where the bullets were whinneylng and popping and snicking great wads out of the sandbags of the parados with a resounding smack that fairly deafens you if your head happens to be alongside. 1 could see them for a bit creeping doubled up along a stretch of low trench marked down as a bad corner. Later I caught sight of them in a ruined barn. They were kneeling motionless with their rifles at an opening. They were waiting. 1 knew whom they wore waiting for, a gentle German whom they had named Peter Weber, a sniper, whose perch was in a tree. They had waited for him for three days. They didn’t get Peter Weber that day. "Men who live like this, almost en tete-a-tete with the .Germans, positively get to know their enemies by sight They give the snipers names and one bears of displays of frightfulness by Karl and Frits and of Hermann’s ‘evening hate.’ " "The other day I was in a position which is less than thirty yards from the German trenches, where the few men holding the place squat doubled up In a narrow trench with a stack of bombs at hand to repelwn attack. The trench nm through some ruined

buildings, where the dead of many months are lying, some buried in the soil through which our trenches run, others entombed beneath piles of loose bricks.. I sat down on the ground beside the rugged Irishmen who were squatted in that foul place and chatted with them. In a piece of mirror stuck up on the parados 1 could see the German trench at a distance considerably less than the width of the Stran<L.at its narrowest point. ‘There’s an Alleman that comes out o’ that trinch one and agin,’ they said to me in hoarse whispers. ‘Sure, and we often see him pattering about, a gran’ big fellow with great whiskers on him. ’Tlb a pity not to shoot him. We could get him every time.’ I touched the mirror to move it The next instant two bullets struck the sandbags on the parados on either side of the glass. The men laughed. ’They can’t hit you the way you have your head now sorr,’ they said, “but don’t be raisin’ yourself.’ ”

IS SMALLEST OF DOGS

Ednh Goodrich, former wife of Nat C. Goodwin, arrived from Europe recently bringing with her “Hoko,” her Japanese spaniel which has the distinction of being the smallest dog in the world. Miss Goodrich served as a Red Cross nurse with the Belgian division for seven weeks, and did a lot of relief work-in France on her own* initiative. While in France she saw a good deal of the Canadian soldiers and she was impressed to see these "magnificent specimens of manhood, who had been wounded, begging to be cured in order to go back 'to the front."

Where Law Presumes.

In cases where husband and wife are accidentally killed together, the oommon law presumes that the man, being the stronger, outlived the woman, no matter for how short a time.

MERRY DOGS OF WAR

Tale of “Ugly,” Scarred Hero of a Hundred Battles. Wins Fame and Corporal'* Stripe* With the British Troops in Northern France—A Challenge and What Came of It. By GEORGE DUFRESNE. International News Service Correspondent. Paris.—ln the early days of this war, Ugly scrambled ashore In northern Prance or stowaway on one of the channel packets. He was a khakitinted cur of the most disreputable appearance. Nobody’s dog; but with a soul so tuned to the doings of soldiers that as soon as he discovered that the great game was going on. he swore to be in it and of it. He was a natural fighter, scored and scarred with a hundred battles. So they attached him here to B. X., which means any sort of job that’s going at the base —“B” —standing for base, and 1" being the recognized algebraic symbol signifying an unknown quantity. He was signed on the A. S. C. (Pickford’s Light Horse) to deal with the rats which ravage the bales down by the docks. Like the minister of munitions he was given a free hand with his subject, and so successful was he with these gray-jacketed rascals that he soon received a corporal’s stripes, double rations (he dearly loves Jam), and the offer, after another singularly successful raid among the rodents, of a commission. This last he refused declaring that he would never leave the ranks. Ugly*s prowess was noised abroad. It reached the fighting line. G. H. Q. heard of it, so that presently a dusty M. T. driver, pulling up his car amid the shell-strewn debris of the dock, handed a packet to the young officer in charge, demanding a speedy answer. The communication read as follows: Dug-out 68h, Battersea Rise, Tuesday. We always congratulated ourselves here In having the ugliest dog and the fiercest fighter In Flanders. We hereby challenge Corporal Ugly. A. S. C.. to meet Sergeant Smller, <9. H. Q.. to fight at 25 rounds, catch-as-catch-can, at any handy spot within or without the meaning of the act. Stakes—five pounds a side, money down. Inquiries were immediately made as to the standing, skill and fighting weight of Sergeant Smiler, and those being considered satisfactory, the challenge was accepted, and Ugly was put into strict training, much to his disgust A heavy book was made on the forthcoming. combnt, and when the tense evening of the meeting of these growling Greeks srrtved, the arena was packed with an eager, brownfaced crowd, all a-throb with the sweet pleasures of anticipation. Sergeant Smller arrived, due to time, in a carefully corded biscuit box. Ugly was already in possession of the floor, striding up and down in the fierce pride of ownership, and snarling a challenge to ths whole category of Crusts. The box was dragged into the ring, the cords unlaced, the lid raised, the cage tipped at the necessary angle by a brave Tommy, who leaped back over the parapet as with a roar the incarcerated thunderstorm hurled himself into the lists. • Alert, savage and with his back hair bristling, Ugly crouched for the spring—crouched, and then sat down hard in absolute amazement; for there in front of him was his exact, his complete double in size and shape and color. Sergeant Smiler also crouched and sat down suddenly, as if frozen to the floor. In the silenc# which follows, the breathing of th* two dogs could be heard —jerkily, like the spurts of a southwest squall at sea. Then, with a . glad gurgle of canine melody, the two animals flung themselves into one another’s arms in a brotherly caress, in which yaps of Joy were mingled with yelps of reminiscence, almost tear compelling to the sentimental soldiers gathered around. For none could fall to read the riddle. Corporal Ugly and Sergeant Smiler were twins, and this was their first meeting since puppyhood. Truth is sometimes stranger than fiction. This is a true tale, and the British army is still laughing over it. A good chuckle now and again is a tonic.

NABBED ON ALLURING SOIL

Escaped Horse Thief Comes Back to Old Scenes and Lands In Prison. Bismarck, N. D. —Edward Molen, who escaped from the penitentiary three years ago. after senring one month of. a four-year sentence for horse stealing, was returned to the institution a few days ago from Man marth, where he was arrested while taking part In a circus parade. Molen went from here to Tacoma, Wash., where he shipped to Liverpool and from there to ports on the Black sea. ' A year ago he returned to this country and gradually worked his way. back to the scene of crime for which he was sentenced.

Farmer Kills Big Owl.

Hastings. Mich. —Norman Chambers of Baltimore township has killed one of the largest owls ever seen in this vicinity. The bird, which was brown and white In color, m ensured almost live feet from Up to Up. Its eyes were two inches in diameter.

HOME TOWN HELPS

CONTROL OF STREET TREES Municipal Oversight Imperative I* Conclusion Arrived At by Student of the Subject. After many years’ study of the street-tree problem, digesting reports from the principal cities in this country, viewing such work done in California, one can form but one opinion as to how the work may be properly instituted and. prosecuted. No satisfactory permanent Improvement in street planting may be done except under direct and strict municipal control. But very few property owners are competent to choose the right tree for a specific street, and not one such may live in your block or in your street It is all a • question of fitness, of which its natural ability to thrive under the hard conditions prevailing in city streets is by far the most important point Then comes longevity, for a tree should stand for centuries. Even after the right tree is planted it must have intelligent care bestowed, and all trees on one street should be watered and pruned alike, set at the same distance apart and given the same general care, the latter consisting of numberless little things that make an important factor as a whole. Even the control of insect and other pests becomes a serious matter early in the life of any tree. Individual property owners are possessed of too great a variety of tastes, interests, ideas of responsibility and degrees of hanging on to the purse stringß ever to make unorganized effort more than a failure or even organized effort much of a success.—Los Angeles Times.

PAYS TO SAVE THE TREES

They Add to Attractiveness and Comfort of Home, Is Declaration of Writer. It is a rare case when we cannot give the following admonition, says a writer in the Minneapolis Journal. Save all the trees possible on your land. If a tree insists on standing in the way when you are building a road, let your road take a way around. Even a tree left standing at the side of a road or in the sidewalk may add pieturesqueness to the land, which in itself in an attraction to buyers. If the land bordering the road in a residential tract Is thickly wooded, trees may not be needed in the planting strip. Indeed, leaving all planting out of the street tends materially to widening its - appearance. It Is unusually, however, a good idea to plan for street trees. Their presence-makes for coolness and comfort and the general attractiveness of the region. Forty feet apart is the best distance for street trees and a safe one to follow. Planting at closer distance gives the trees scant room for mature development. It is also more expensive for the real estate man. Trees may be planted opposite each other, if the distance between trees on opposite sides of the street is forty feet. Should the distance be less, the trees had best be “staggered”—that is, placed alternately.

Small Town’s Beauty.

AusUn, Minn., with a population of about 8,600, has the usual activities of a little western town. Five divisions of the C„ M. & St. P. railroad center there for repair shop facilities. It has a large packing house, Its own electric light and water works, worth $300,000; a good-sized cement plant, brick and tile works, etc. But this prosperous community is especially notable for its “city beautiful” idea. Not content with Its parks of forty-five, fifteen and five acres, it has established a floral decorative scheme. The well-paved streets are arranged on a floral plan. The wide parkings of one street are beautiful at one season with a profusion of the wild crab tree’s bloom; another presents a ribbon of color from geraniums; another street presents a line of catalpas, snowy with blossoms, and so on. The workmen at the shops and railroad station at their own expense annually employ a landscape gardener, and the bare, dusty patches of waste ground thereabouts have been transformed. Bpires, phlox, llßes of all kinds and flowering shrubbery, as well as manuals, are used.

An Original Scheme.

A tramp who drifted Into Elkhart and “registered” as Pat Mahoney put over a clever deal in a crowded street in the business district, until the police got wise and locked him up for public intoxication. Pat noticed a woman In modest attire and tlmid demeanor as she stood holding her bab; in front of a barber shop, waiting till her husband got shaved. Pat took up his station about thirty feet away from her. “Say, pardner,” Pat would “that’s me woman an’ kid over there. I’m broke and I’m tryin* to get them down to her folks* place. I wanna git ’em there so’s I kin git out alone an* find some work. Couldn’t you help ue wid a little piece o* coin?" It Is said be raked in many nickels and dimes—and spent them in a near* by saloon.—lndianapolis News.