Evening Republican, Volume 19, Number 244, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 October 1915 — Page 3

HER PROMISE KEPT

By HAROLD CARTER.

Poor Joe Marshall had little enough to leave to his little ten-year-old daughter when he lay on his deathbed. Education counts for little without force of character, and folks said that only Joe’s wife had kept him in the straight and narrow path at all. But he was a man of good family and education, and he had had sense enough to discern what Ills more practical wife could not, that Elise, even at ten, was the promise of his own youth never fulfilled. Joe called her to his bedside. - “You’re all, Elise,” he said to her. “Your mother’s a good woman, but she hasn't your character. I want you to promise me something. Promise that you’ll look after your mother and her Interests all through your life." Elise promised, hardly knowing what her father meant, and Joe Marshall closed his eyes for ever. A year after his death Louise Marshall married again. Her second husband was a widower of sixty, with a grown son. Elise considered that Robert Joyce and her new stepfather were equally her mother’s interests. The mite of a girl, grave-eyed and wistful, moved neglected through the big house. When her mother died her position was still more lonely. Robert absorbed all her thoughts. He was ten years her senior, and wild. She tried to restrain him, in her timid way, but he had just left college and gone into the business world, so that thjy seldom met- Elise remained at

She Rushed Back.

home until her stepfather died. All the money went to Robert. She Inherited nothing, and she went to work. At first she secured a position in the little town, hoping that Robert, coming home sometimes, would feel her influence about him. But Robert never came home, and the house was sold. Robert was making a name for himself on the stock exchange. He lived swiftly, went the pace, worked hard and played hard. At thirtythree he was a name to be reckoned with. He was a forceful man, as many learned to their cost who crossed his path. Elise went to him and asked for a position. The big man, who did not remember her until she told him her name, roared with laughter and offered her fifteen dollars a week to go home and live quietly in the little town. Elise, with tears of vexation In her eyes, declined. She begged until he placed her under one of his clerks. Three months later he was surprised to discover that she was still with him. He made her his secretary in a fit of kindliness. Little by little Elise made her way into the big man’s confidence. Once, when she ventured mildly to display displeasure at a prank of which he told her, his frown made her fear that she had lost her precarious foothold. But it came back; Robert apologized the next day for having spoken of it, and after that he seemed to rely on her judgment a good deal. Poor little Elise watched drearily through her employer’s innumerable love affairs. Ladies, redolent of fine perfumes and rustling silken skirts swept into his office; flowers adorned his desk; once there was a fight, and Robert trounced his rival while Elise looked on aghast, her heart quivering until she saw Robert’s fist strike the aggressor to the floor. Then she ran to him and looked into his face so eagerly that Robert forgot his anger and smiled back at her, and took her out to lunch. That was a gala occasion, but Elise was forgotten through long, dreary weeks while a discreditable scandal pursued its uneven way through the columns of the newspapers. And how she dung to her promise to Joe, and looked for t)ie day when she could tell Robert that she had redeemed it She tried in Innumerable ways to steady the big man. There was a bottle of bromo seltzer always tactfully placed at his desk when he was late In the morning, and Robert always accepted it in silence. He must have known where it came from, but nothing was ever said. Then came the panic that followed the boom. Robert was by this time a millionaire several times over. His deals were the talk of the street*. One tMng was never said among all the charges made against him. It was

never alleged that Hebert Joyce went back on an agreement. But others were less scrupulous. The collapse of the big Western pool was caused by treacherous partners, who sneaked away from the compact, leaving Joyce to shoulder the burden. Rich as he was, it was more than he could carry. Those were wild days at the office. Robert and Elise worked day and almost half the night, fighting the dropping prices as the stock found its own level again. Mortgages were called, loans negotiated; every penny of cash that could be procured was obtained to help the big man fight his grim battle against those who were forcing him to the wall. Once Elise was intrusted with the secret mission ..9f selling Joyce’s Rubens. The harassed man dared-not let his creditors know that" he was at his wits’ end. For the first time the girl went to the big house to carry through the deal. She saw that it was nearly bare. Pictures, silver and costly rugs—all had gone; and still, like a wolf at bay, Joyce fought for his respite. FV>r three weeks the battle went on, with alternating hope and despair. At last, Robert Joyce, grown gray and old, found himself done for. He acted with singular quietness in those days. The flightiness had all gone out of him. He was the reed and Elise the oak. He called her to him. "Miss Marshall,’’ he said —he had always addressed. her as that —“I have a thousand dollars saved out of the wreck, honestly saved. That is for you. I shall send it to you tomorrow.” “I couldn’t—” the girl began. But he stopped her >sternly and asked her to leave him. Elise went to the door. As she was passing out she heard something snap behind her. She rushed back. Robert Joyce still sat at his desk, and he was dropping a cartridge into a revolver. In an instant she was at his side. She snatched the weapon from his hand and flung it upon the floor. And, kneeling;, down, she buried her head in his coat and sobbed heartbrokenly. Joyce looked at her in surprise. His hand stroked her dark hair. “Why, Elise,” he said, “I never thought you would care. I have always fought my own battles. Do you knOw you are the only one, the only one who cares?” Elise still sobbed at the frustration of her life’s work, the failure to fulfill her promise to Joe. “What does it mean to you?”, he Asked, bewildered. “Why do you care?” At that moment Elise knew that she could speak. She could tell him at last of her promise, and that it was because he was the last link that bound her to her mother.' But she did not She raised her wet face to his. “Because I love you,” she whispered And, as he said nothing, “Come! I want to take you back to Newbury. You have fought a good fight, Robert. Now you must rest at homft, before you begin once, more.” He placed his arm about her. “With you, then, dear,” he said. “Lord, what a fool I have been. I never knew I loved you all the while!” (Copyright IMS. by W: O. Chapman.)

WHERE HAPPINESS DWELLS

In the Simple LHe and Few Desires* Was the Opinion of Famed Jeremy Taylor. Said Epicurus. “I feed sweetly upon bread and water, those -sweet and easy provisions of the body, and I. defy the pleasures of costly provisions,” and the man was so confident that he had the advantage over wealthy tables that he thought himself happy as the immortal gods; for these provisions are easy, they are to be gotten without amazing cares; no man needs to flatter if he can live as Nature did intend; he need not swell his accounts and intricate his spirit with arts of subtlety and contrivance; he can be free from fears, and the chances of the world cannot concern him. And this is true, not only in those severe and ancboretical and philosophical, persons who lived meanly as a sheep and without variety as the Baptists; but in the same proportion it is also true In every man who can be contented with that which is lonestly sufficient. All our trouble is from within us; and if a dish of lettuce and a clear fountain can cool all my heats, so that I shall have neither thirst nor pride, lust nor revenge, envy nor ambition, I am lodged In the bosom of felicity; and Indeed no men sleep bo soundly as they that lay their heads upon Nature’s lap. For a single dish and a clean chalice, lifted from the spring, can cure any hunger and thirst; but the meat of Ahasuerus his feast cannot satisfy my ambition and my pride. He therefore .that hath the fewest desires and the mast quiet passions, whose wants are soon provided for, and whose possessions cannot be disturbed with violent fears —he that dwells next door to satisfaction and can carry bis needs and lay them down where he pleases —this man is the happy man; and this i> not to be. done in great designs and swelling fortunes.— Jeremy Taylor.

Disappointing.

“They te]l me Jack's trip abroad was very disappointing to him.” “Yes, it was. He had a fine iima until he got to Greece?” “Didn't he like Greece?” “Oh, he liked it well enough, but he couldn’t find anyone who has ever heard of any of the Gnak letter societies he belongs to.”

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

TO EACH AN APPLE

Soldiers in Trenches and Hospitals to Get Fruit Growers and Dealers Plan to Send Immense Consignment of Apples to Soldiers of All Armies Now Aft 'War. Chicago.—Every soldier In the trenches and hospitals in Europe will be given an apple in the near future, if plans now being worked out by a committee of the apple trade throughout the United States nre successful. It is proposed to have a vessel take over a big cargo of apples to be distributed free under the auspices of the Red Cross, and efforts will be made to get President Wilson and Secretary of State Lansing to have the several warring governments permit safe passage for portions of the big consignment to the various fronts and hospitals where the fruit can be placed in the hands of the Red Cross for distribution, especially among the sick and wounded. Apple growers and dealers who are endeavoring to send over the big consignment have learned that many of the lighting men are suffering because of lack of fruit juices, giving rise to scurvy and other disorders. Returning surgeons who have seen service iu the European hospitals are said to' approve heartily the plan to provide more fruit juices not only among the wounded but also for the men in the trenches. “We are working on this undertaking purely from humanitarian motives,” said one of the committee who is a leading wholesale apple distributor. “It’s going to cost a lot of money for the fruit alone, and we shall call upon all the people engaged in the apple industry to contribute a portion of the expense. At first the trade did not take kindly to the plan, as it was feared that vessels could not be found to carry over the applep. Then the Idea was conceived of chartering a ship which would take nothing but apples, and we believe that when the purpose is disclosed to foreign governments none will oppose free passage of our ship, for it will go on a mission of charity.”

A local apple man who has Interested himself in the matter, and who has figured out how it can be done, says: “It is a big proposition and will require skillful handling, but it can be done. The value of the fruit alone would approximate about $300,000 aboard ship at New York. We understand that there are about 25,000,000 men actively engaged in the various armies and navies in the European war, and probably as many more indirectly involved. To give them all an American apple apiece would mean at least 50,000,000, and taking 500 apples to the barrel, which would mean me-dium-size fruit, we shall have to provide 100,000 barrels-or 300,000 boxes, at the lowest estimate.”

LIFE PRESERVER IS NOVEL

Looks Like a Traveling Bag and Can Be Used as an Emergency Hotel. John L. Edmund, a young Norwegian, has just invented a novel life preserver. From all outward appearances It la a traveling bag, which,

like ail other valises, carries shirts, razors, etc., but which,-likh no other valise, can, in case of emergency, be expanded ’into a lifelike union suit of waterproof trousers and coat conveying their owner through ihe\ most perilous seas. The bag, the inventor avers, can be made to suit the purchaser as to shape, size and material. A brown waterproof cloth covers the bag, and the suit for the arms, legs and body is of the same material. This folds compactly into the bottom of the suitcase, leaving ample room for anything one wishes to carry. The body of the case is equipped with a window Md tto air valves, which may be locked from ihe inside. The side Happen or ana boles may or may mot

be useu for they do not add or detract from the buoyancy. The arms may, however, be used as a propeller. The bag when in the water need not be closed, for it will not sink- This has been proved by a series of rigid tests. The position of the occuptiht is one of perfect comfort, for he may stand upright, lean on the arms, or rest on the back or sides without danger of tipping. Food enough to last a number of days can be taken into the compartment In short, it is an emergency hotel. In case of accident to the outer covering, there is an emergency air bag which may be blown up from the inside. In the hag one may remain in the water for from four to five days without danger of sinking or death by exposure. The upper photograph shows the bag floating on the surface of the war ter. In the lower picture the owner is seen in the bag taking a final look before jumping overboard.

AN INVENTOR OF MERIT

William Lawrence Saunders of Plainfield, N. J., who has been appointed to the United States naval advisory board bjrSecretary Daniels, is prominent in mffie engineering circles for his mariy Inventions. He designed and patented apparatus for subaqueous drilling, using the tube and water jet system now in general use. His rock drilling and quarryifig devices, track and bar channelers, the radial axe system of coal mining and the system of pumping liquids by compressed air, now extensively used by the Russian oil fields, have given him high rank as an inventor of merit.

KEPT HIS COFFIN 30 YEARS

Eccentric War Veteran Arranges His Own Funeral—Fought in Both Armies. Newcastle, Ind —Moab Tamer, sev-enty-seven years old, was burled in a coffin he had made 30 years ago when he suffered his first stroke of paralysis. It was built from a great walnut chest, which had been in his family for years. The coffin has been in the care of a local undertaker for the last ten years. Turner, who was eccentric and arranged his own funeral, lived in Tennessee when the Civil war broke out. He was conscripted by the South, and after six months’ service succeeded in having himself taken prisoner so that he could Join the Union army, fee was captured at Cumberland gap, exchanged, saw service daily in the Atlanta campaign and was again captured.

HORSE KNEW HIM WELL

Animal Nipped at Man on the Street Who Trained Him Eight years Ago. Davenport, Wash. —The intelligence of the horse was strikingly shown here recently when County Prosecutor David McCallum passed by an equine which nipped at him and then began prancing at the railing next the sidewalk where it was hitched and by which the prosecutor had passed. Struck by the queer actions of the animal the attorney turned around and recognized a mare which he as a farm lad had raised but Which he had not seen in more than eight years. Those who happened to see the occurrence say the recognition by the animal was unmistakable.

Found Money in Wall.

Mount Clemens, Mich. —The hoarding of what was evidently property of a miser was discovered recently between two walls of a building belonging to the late Frederick Kendrick, when William Sieger attempted to tear down the house. The money waa found in a wooden box which bad evidently been placed when the house was being erected some 65 years ago.

Keeps Tab on Engineers.

Sharon, Pa. —Passenger trains on the Mahoning division of the Erie railroad have been equipped with a device which records the speed over the entire distance traveled. If at the end of the run the device shows that the speed has exceeded that prescribed by the rules the enginemen are suspended. Trains are permitted to travel 60 miles an hour, but an engineer has a margin of six miles above that speed. a

BORDER MAN HUNT

Correspondent Describes Ride With Te> as Rangers. Pursuit of Mexican Bandtts Who Raided American Ranch Conducted in Businesalike Manner—“ Got Five," la Quiet Report. By JOHN W. ROBERTB. (International Newa Service.) Brownsville, Tex. —It takes more qualifications to be a Texas ranged than to be a soldier In the United States army. For one thing, you must be 'able to shoot 90 per cent average—very few soldiers can do that. And then, you have to be more than five feet ten inches tall. You must know how to ride like a cowpuncher and be skillful in handling the lariat. You must be a man of unqualified nerve, and be ready at all times to face dan* ger without a flinch. It was my good fortune to be one of a party of ten rangers who left Brownsville early one evening in pursuit of some Mexican bandits who bed recently raided an American ranch Ja the vicinity. I rode beside a tall, quiet, handsome boy of about twenty-two years of age. His face was as tanned as a Mexican’s, but his steel-blue eyes betrayed hiß Anglo-Saxon nationality. We had entered that part of the country which is covered with a network of mesquite brush, ten feet in .height, as thick as any African jungle ever could be. I started to whistle an old familiar tune. “Shut up,” said my partner quietly. We came to a small clearing and halted. Thfe waters of the Rio Grande were dotted with reflections of the stars in the bright sky. Across th* river was Mexico, and her vast, silent prairies gleamed like silver in the starlight One of the rangers dismounted and examined the ground closely. “They have gone that way," he point* ed northward. “How does he know that It Is the men we are after?” I asked of my companion. “By the footprints,” he replied. “Greasers never take the trouble t« shoe their horses. An American’s horse Is always shod —that’s the difference, and the hoof prints point northward.” Here we left the road and took up a trail through the chaparral, single file. The thud, thud of our horses' hoofs In the soft earth, and the occasional squeak of a saddle were the only sounds which broke the stillness of the night. Suddenly, without warning, the crash of a body dashing through the dry mesquite to our ’eft was heard.' In almost the same instant ten saddles were emptied and ten big, strapping Texans had dashed into the brush like so qiany rabbits. The horses, but for turning curious eyes toward the brush in which their masters had disappeared, remained absolutely still, A minute later, however, the ten mer returned and remounted. “Coyote,” explained my partner with a smile. “The damn fitters are always fooling us, because they sound Just like a greaser trying U. get away." We had ridden out a mile farther along this trail, when the shrill whinny of a pony oroke through the stillness. It halted our small band like magic. Although no one said a word, each man knew what the other thought, and they acted together, Each ranger dismounted and took his rifle from the scabbard. ■ “It’s them, I guess,” my yartner lit formed me. “You had better stay with the horses and keep your head under cover in case there is any shooting. We will be back \n a little while.” Although every one of the ten rangers who took into the brush were big fellows, each wearing heavy boots yet, when they had gone but ten paces from where I stood I could not hear a sound—not even the breaking of a dry twig. Five minutes later the sound of a shot cracked through the air. I was in a state of feverish excitement Never before had I been in a man hunt, and this one, staged in a still night on the prairies bordering the waters of the Rio Grande, made me doubt, even then, that it was taking place on American soil. The shot was followed by another one, then a third, then many, all at once, and in a few seconds more the air rang with the cracks of rifles. I heard an oath screamed in Spanish; a sharp-voiced command to halt in English. Heard the phink of a body jumping into the Rio Grande, then another and another one. Someone was crashing madly through the mesquite brush to my right, then all was silence again. A few minutes later, the ten rangers returned unhurt While I was trembling in my excitement the men quietly put their guns ba k into their scabbards, mounted their horses, turned around, and started back tc Brownsville again. Not a word was spoken and each man’s face was as immobile as though nothing had hap pened. "Did —did—did ydu get any' Sf them?” I whispered to my partner. "Five,” he said quietly, without looking up. Ten minutes passed before I nerved myself to ask the second question. “What did you do w’th them?” Tfc« question seemed to amuse hint, “Greasers are like dogs,” he an swered. “Let them rot where mm die.”

HOME TOWN HELPS

PRUNE TREES IN SUMMER Farmers Trim in Foliage Seaeon in Order to Cheek Wood Growth. Summer pruning, as contrasted with the regular practice, is the pruning of trees while In foliage. Its influence upon the tree in many respect# is opposite to winter pruning. The latter stimulates wood growth, while the former tends to lessen wood growth. As a rule, any practice that checks wood growth tends to induce fruitfulness. Growers have taken advantage of this fact for many years. In England the result is attained by root pruning. The method consists in digging a trench around the tree at some considerable distance and severing some of the roots. This interferes with the food supply and necessarily reduces growth. In the famous Ozark apple region of Missouri and Arkansas the same result is attained by ringing or girdling the trunk or main branches of the tree, thus checking the downward flow of sap. The roots In this way are. partially starved and are, therefore, unable to induce a strong wood growth the following season. The work is done during the season and, as a result, the wound soon heals over. A complete or partial defoliation by insects, disease, or spraying injury during the early summer seems to have the same effect. —Farm and Home.

CITY MANAGER PLAN GROWS

The Commission Form of City Government Being Carried a Step Forward. Though the so-called commission form of municipal government had Its origin In Galveston, lowa has done much to popularize the idea. The Dea Moines plan of commission rule, which is a modification of the Galveston plan, has been much advertised. Several other cities of Iqwa have the same syatem In operation. , Thq city manager plan, which is simply the commission plan carried & step further, is believed by many to represent the best thought on the subject of city government. Under this plan the commission chooses an executive officer to carry out Its policies and holds him responsible for results obtained, whereas under the simple commission plan the commissioners divide the administrative responsibility among themselves, each commissioner taking the headship of a department of municipal service. lowa has shown its progressiveness by making it possible for cities of that state to add the city manager feature to the commission plan. An enactment of the legislature at its recent sessions permits cities governed by commissions to adopt the city manager feature by popular vote.

IDEA IN ORNAMENTAL POSTS

To Maintain Proper Alignment Property Owner Builds Them Over the Gutter. In planning to place a pair of ornamental pillars on opposite sides of a roadway intersecting a thoroughfare in front of his grounds, a property owner found that the posts would be out of proper alignment if erected back of the curb line as had been intended. To overcome this difficulty

Ornamental Post.

he had the stonework constructed over the gutter, the back edges of the two members resting on the curb and the foreparts projecting into the street. In order not to obstruct the drain, the bases of the pillars, each of which are 30 inches square, were built with passages 18 inches broad and 8 Inches high, beneath them. —Popular Mechanics.

Matter of Position.

Photographer—Why don’t you bring your candidate up here for a photograph? Manager—He says he won’t stand for a sitting. Photographer—l believe he’s lying.--Farm Life. .