Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 January 1916 — Page 2

G IRL RESTORED TO FETHER AFTER LONG CAPTIVITY

Montana Maid Was Sold by Gypsies to Rich Romany Leader. FORCED TO JOIN STROLLERS i She Finally Succeeded in Escaping and 1 Was Taken Care of the Police—Slave of Wandering -Trit/e for Nine Years. Helena. Mon When Evelyn Mit- ' chell, a sixteen-year old girl who for nine years has been the slave of gypsy bands in this° country and the-old World, threw herself into the arms of her father, a ranchman residing near a Montana town, it was the first time either had set eyes upon the other since the day of the mother’s funeral in Helena nearly ten years ago. M. L, Rickman, 'secretary of the state bureau of child and animal protection, escorted the girl to the ranch from Glacier park, where he .met her in charge of Miss Georgiana Allen, a Havre schoolteacher, who agreed to chaperon the girl to Montana from a house of detention in Oakland, Cal. H. A. Davee, state superintendent of public instruction, who was attending the National Teachers’' association, iwas besought by the Oakland authorities to provide escort for the girl back to Montana. The city paid her expenses. Superintendent Davee learned that Miss Allen, a teacher, was shortly to come home, and the latter went to the house of detention, where the girl has been kept two months to guard !her against kidnaping by the gypsy band from which shq was taken. There arrangements were made for bringing her home, and the teacher and the girl departed secretly from San Francisco, embarking on a steamer for Astoria, from which point they went by train to Glacier park. In Terror of Band. The necessit/ for keeping their whereabouts secret was urged by the girl, who was in terror of being seized by the band. She declared that she was likely to be taken from a train by members stationed along the road and on watch, hence the trip by steamer was devised. . _.The history of. the young woman reads like a romance. For several ( years she hns been trying to escape from the gypsies, but, alone and friendless, she was given no opportunity until about three months ago, when the Oakland officials secured possession of her after a desperate fight in the courts. The Marino band, to which she was sold for $2,000 in 1912, is rich, and money was spent lavishly to defeat justice. About ten years ago, following the funeral of the mother, the girl and a sister were placed in the St. Joseph’s orphans’ home. There they remained for perhaps six months, when Evelyn was taken to Butte, and in Judge Donlan’s court, upon the representations of an attorney adoption papers were made out for “Mary” Mitchell, placing her in charge of a couple named Gichi. It developed later that the Gichis were members of a gypsy.band. ’ Evelyn was an attractive little girl, and she was soon dressed in rags and started out as a beggar. Her pretty face and sadi.eyes affected the charitably disposed, and her collections were not the least of the loot of the band. As the girl grew older she longed for a return to ‘'American life,” as

ONLY WOMAN SHERIFF

Mrs. Lucretia Roberts of Santa Cruz county, Arizona, is probably the only real live woman sheriff in the United States. She enjoys all the distinction that goes wih the office of deputy sheriff; a wide sombrero, a hiss revolver and a lariat 10 say nothing of the deputy’s badge ;of office. Sheriff Roberts, is a widow, tall, straight and -strong, and a pastmaster In the handling of “shooting Irons.’’ When asked what she does wfaep one violates the law in Santa Cruz, she archly replied: “I go get

QUEEN OF BELGIUM IS UNTERRIFIED

Regardless gs the German air raids in the vicinity of the hospitals behind the Belgian front, the queen of Belgium keeps on her work of visiting the wounded. The photograph shows the queen with Prince Alexander of Teck at a review of the regiment in which Crown Prince Leopold, the son of the queen, is enlisted as a private.

she called it. Living in wagons or tents along the highways, half starved, and beaten by the Gichi couple whenever she did not bring home as much money as they considered adequate, her existence was unhappy. Through the eastern states and down south the band wandered, and in the winter-of >912 at Los-An-geles Evelyn enlisted the sympathy of an American woman and the authorities were notified. Fearing that they might get into serious trouble If caught, the Gichis sold the girl for $2,000 to a rich leader of gypsies - named Marino. In order to hold her Marino had his son, a boy of ten, marry her under gypsy law. This marriage, of course, was not binding, although Evelyn believed it to be. Then the Marinos embarked on a long pilgrimage. They coached Evelyn as a fortune teller and went first to New York city. From there they went to France, then to the Isthmus of Panama, then to Honolulu and the Philippine islands, eventually coming back to the United States. About, three months ago the girl escaped and was picked up by the Oakland authorities on complaint of the Marino gypsies, and thus she was given an opportunity to tell her story'in court. As a result she was consigned to the care of Matron’ Rich of the Oakland detention home., Gypsies Fight Case, During her stay with the Marino band Evelyn war beaten severely, and to her pleadings for freedom she was told that as soon as she earned the $2,000 which they claimed to have paid for her she would be allowed to have an automobile and to go where she pleased. During the trial of the case, which, was bitterly fought, the gypsies claimed that Evelyn was not of sound mind.. Mental experts came from the University of California and made tests, showing that she graded 100 per cent In intelligence and sanity. This disposed of the .subterfuge of the gypsies. Mrs. Rickman says the girl returned to tlie band the jewelry which she wore at the time of her escape, except a string of pearls given to her in Honolulu by a member of the American colony. She was dressed in American clothing f6r the first time in. years, discarding the picturesque costume she wore as a gypsy. The girl is able to read and write, and says she learned by bribing schoolgirls for ten cents each to teach her. She was compelled to do this slyly, as she made her way about the cities as a beggar and fortune teller. The gypsies were opposed to her obtaining education of the most meager sort.

WILSON STUDIES WAR MAPS

Keeps Tab Daily on Positions of the Struggling Armies- —Officer Keeps Record,

Washington— President Wilson is a peace-loving official, but the walls of. the cabinet room do not indicate it. Huge maps of all the war zones of Europe cover the walls, and on each map the battle lines of the opposing hosts are drawn. , - Col, W. W. Harts, the presidents >aid is' in charge of alFthe “battlefields.’’ He adjusts the .tiny flags and colored cords which indicate how the different armies are moving from daytoday. - _ Frequently, when the president goes over t<s his executive offices in the morning, he stops in the cabinet room and personally surveys the positions of the struggling armies. In addition to the European maps here also is one showing the. position of the United States troops on the Mexican border «4w» positions JdLMMlfiSflJHSgg--

This Is From Ladysmith.

Ladysmith, Wis. -While at Jds farm here former' Assemblyman Dell H. Richards saw a big buck coming homewith the cattle. Rushing into the house, lie secured a rifle and shot the animal, it weired 285 pounds. {•

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ONE CROP PAID FOR FARM

Kansas Farmers Are Worrying About What to Do With Their Money. Atchison, Kan.—Albert Armstrong of this city, who has Just returned from a Trip to Lane county, saya the farmers out there are worrying about what to do with their money this year, instead of worrying how to get along for lack Of it. This has been a wonderful year for western KSiaa farmers, according to Armstrong. Last spring one Lane county farmer traded a heifer for a piece of volunteer wheat for the purpose of pasturing his cattle on it. The wheat did so well he decided to let it grow and harvest it. Result: He harvested 1.300- bushels of. wheat, which lie sold for $1,300. Another farmer bought a half section of land for sls an acre and this year’s crop paid for the land.

PRETTY CAPITAL DEBUTANTE

Miss Beatrice Grayson Dulin is one of the latest additions to the society of the national capital.

LOST BROTHER COMES BACK

Michigan Man Now Is Wealthy and His Sister Quits her Job. Kalamazoo, Mich. —No longer is it necessary for Miss Lucy Vandyke to work long hours in a rag room of a paper company. She is now living in one of the ‘finest country homes in Kalamazoo county. The change in the condition of things is due to a long lost brother, who it had been believed was. dead. He has returned from Alabama, where he made money. Vandyke spent days in trying to secure some trace of the family he left here twenty years ago. His efforts have just been rewarded by the discovery of his sister.

USE TOMBSTONES AS GUIDES

Discovery of Ledge of Tungsten Ore Makes Some Changes in Nevada. Reno, Nev.—Tombstones are being used for location monuments in the new mining district near Sodaville, where a supposed fabulously rich ledge of tungsten discovered, according to reports brought to Reno by men who answer the call of the desert. One miner located the village cemetery, and as there Were no rocks near he used some of the best looking tombstones “to mark the" boundaries of his claim. ( Others soon followed suit, and now the relatives of the departed, interred there years ago, would have ft hard time recognizing one gTave from another.

HELPING A FRIEND

By CHARLES TURNER ROSS.

“What a charming maa,” said Miss Ada Rankin. Her practical father noticed her flushed cheeks and shining eyes critically. Then he propounded: “How long will he last?” Ada shivered. She had not thought of that. She and her father had been interested for years in mission work over in the poor section of Ironton. Philanthropically inclined, Mr. Rankin and some other charitably inclined men of wealth in the rich section of the town had financed the movement, and Ada and her girl friends had done a good deal of missionary work to help along. Three ministers in turn had essayed ta ‘Preform the humble and erring.” They had failed signally. One; remained only a month, his fastidiousness taking alarm at the constant proximity of rags and dirt. A second -essayed to quiet a riot K on the rear benches and was unmercifully belabored. The latest incumbent had antagonized “the scoffers,” who were denominated as “lost souls,” and they had forthwith forbidden their wives and children from “going nigh to that gospel shop.” Rev. Abbott Winslow had met with considerable success in conducting a large mission in the heart of the slums of a big city. He had overworked himself and his physicians had ordered less arduous labor. Mr. Rankin had heard of him. Mr. Winslow had been invited to meet a group of representative local business men of Ironton interested in missionary progress. He

“I Should Say, No.”

had pleased them greatly. Miss Rankin particularly had been drawn toward this earnest, unselfish man, who it could be readily seen was oneminded aM sincere in principle mnd practice. The words of her father aroused in Ada thought and anxiety. How long, indeed, would Mr. Winslow last with the unruly mob who resented intrusion on what they called their rights? It needed a trained pugilist to handle some of the rough ones. Mr. Winslow was not frail or puny, but Ada shuddered as a mental picture of the brawny fists and bulging shoulders of some of the mill workers flashed through her mind. - “If they only give him a chance,” reflected Ada. “He does not talk like the others, His soul is full of pity and charity. I wish I could help him.” Meantime, at the mission in the city a certain James Frawley, otherwise known as “Big Jim,” was arranging to give some creditable help to the young man who had so impressed Ada Rankin. Jim was a natural product of the slums. He had lorded it over all the other hoodlums until they were forced to acknowledge his supremacy. He had run the gauntlet of police supervision until he had gained a very bad name. One day he stood in the prisoner’s dock, “good for a tenner,” his pals had decided, for Jim had become mixed up in a very bad case of highway robbery. One man in the district stood by him. It was Rev. Abbott Winslow. Jim had no part in the actual crime. It was a case of keeping bad company. Mr. Winslow had done him at kindness some time previous. Jim had remembered it and sneaked into the mission several times. One night a rowdy crew started to make “rough house” in the meeting. Jim simply threw them out and issued a warning as to other disThere was peace and quiet after that. Jim made no professions of reformation, but the subtle, unobtrusive interest of the good man began finally to bear fruit. Jim went to work. In a month he was running two shoe 'blacking stands. At the end of a year he was the proprietor of twenty, making money and whenever opportunity afforded contributed liberally to the collection box at the mission. It was the day after the visit of Mr. Winslow to Ironton that Jim entertained a friend in his room, just arrived, as if from a journey. “Well, Hacey,’* he submitted, “what's tho layout 9 ” ‘•Bad, Jim! If your friend goes to Ironton there’s a gang there ready to smash him.” “Our kind?” „ * "No, just the rough, prejudiced factory crowd. They’ve been nagged and tagged by the wrong kind of soul-sav-

ers till they think it’s hades anyway for them, so they take a delight In raising it on home territory." “Won’t be eh?” “I should say, no. You see, it’s a big joint there where they dispense the hotstuff. Only one license is allowed by the town and another will never- -be issued when that -one expires. It’s when the bad ones get fired up that the trouble commences. Cut out the booze and the loafing : “Who runs it?” asked Jim thoughtfully. “A man named Ward. He is a consumptive and wants to sell out to go South. Why, where are you going?” as Jim in his impetuous way put on his hat and started for the door. "Back to where you came from, Ironton. I’ve got mv tip. There’s ten dollars for your work. Thanks.” The Golden Horn, for such was the name of the one tavern In Ironton, changed hands one week later, James Frawley, sole proprietor. 5 1 If Jim’s method of reaching a final goal of good at the cost of incidental wickedness of no ordinary character along his line of progress was crude, it had sensational embellishments. Mr. Winslow, arriving at Ironton and beginning his duties, was amazed to find this “brand from the burning” dispensing fiery fluid to the weak and thirsty of Ironton. He met Jim on the street and hinted gently at his backward step. Jim was iron. He knew his business —good day! None of the brawlers invaded the mis~ J Jim kept them too busy for that. He ran the Golden Horn at a mad-riot pace. He dispensed free cigars and liquor lavishly. He encouraged brawls, he sold to minors and at the end of two weeks his various misdemeanors justified the authorities in canceling his license and closing up the place. “I’m through,” announced Jim blandly, appearing unexpectedly before Rev. Abbott Winslow one day. “The only liquor license in Ironton is canceled and there’ll never be another one. I bought out the Golden Horn, so I own the lease. I’m thinking of fitting it up as a gymnasium and club for the crowd and gently drift ’em up against you, see?” There were no half way measures about Mr. James Frawley. He had money, he was loyal to his friend, he decided to become rustler and reformer qpmbined. Some of his old customers drifted across country to a distant groggery when they needed refreshment. Most of them fell unsuspectingly under the wiles of Jim's plan. “I hardly know what to say in the way of gratitude for your great aid to Mr. Winslow,” said Miss Rankin, meeting Jim on the street one day. “Don’t try to,” laughed Jim, “but there’s something I’d like to say to you, if I don’t offend.'’ “What is that?” inquired Ada. “Mr. Winslow. Young lady, he’s wearing his heart away thinking about you. You see I know it. I just give you the tip.” _.. Ada blushed, more beautiful than ever. Jim chuckled to himself as she passed on, for, keen-witted fellow that he was, he noted a new happiness in her bonny face. (Copyright, 1915, by W. G. Chapman.)

MATTER HAD BEEN SETTLED

Sympathetic Man Had Little Doubt as to Who Was Head of One Particular House. “I reckon I’m getting into the game now,” chuckled the little man on the tram car as he bugged his packages and smiled at the sympathetic man with glasses who sat next. “I don’t quite understand, my friend.” “Of course not, but it’s this way. You see, it’s kind of an open question up at our house whether she or I is the head of the family, and we’re both doing the cunning act just to feel our way. On my birthday she had saved up enough of my own money to buy me some presents. What I got was a diamond ring that’s so small that she has to wear it, a lot of toilet fixin’s for o'ur common sleeping room, and a pair of kid gloves that happened to be her number. I took it all so meekly that she thinks she’s the boss, and that I daren’t enter a protest.” “Wouldn't it be well to assert yourself—just enough, you know?” “Well, I should clearly enunciate! Tomorrow’s her birthday. See these bundles? All presents for her. There’s a pair of trousers made to my measurement, three neckties, half a dozen big linen handkerchiefs, a pair of shoes that she could slip down and sit in, a seven and one-eighth derby hat, a briarwood pipe, and four pounds of tobacco. They’re all for her,” and the little man laughed till he dropped most of his packages. Next forenoon the same two happened to ride downtown together, and the little man had his packages. “How did your wife enjoy the presenfsV asked the sympathetic man. “I don’t see what business you have inquiring into my private affairs, sir. If I choose to get these things exchanged, I don’t have to advertise the fact!”

Ferns as Weeds.

Of the 200* species Of ferns native to this country a few have become more or less serious weed pests. The most troublesome are the hay-scented fern and the brake. According to a recent bulletin of the., department at Agriculture, cutting off the tops close to the soil surface twice a year for two years will kill out nearly all ferns. —Scientific American.

GIFT OF ENDURANCE

What Paul Meant by Long-Suf-fering That Is Fruit of the ;f _ Spirit. . : “The fruit of the Spirit is . . . long* Buffering.” —Galatians v. 22. ' r Do. not misunderstand St. Paul; __ this is no dream of blessings that might be- real in a better world than this; it is a vision of things as they ape for those in whom the Lord Christ lives; it is a promise for as many as receive him. The Spirit is here, he works in all who are led by him, who are the sons of God. The fruit of the Spirit is life divine, TTocTTnus.TJod’s'Tmkge expressedtn human wills, thoughts, words and tempers. In, so far as any created being may bear the image of the divine; as the God-Man is, so may we be, so must we pray to be in this actual, tangible, visible world. The love which glories in giving, the joy which is life’s fullness and can flower from out of the very heart of pain, the peace with self, and man, and God that issues from* conflict manfully sustained these are all of god, Godlike, and our Father, who has taken humanity for his child-, will raise it into true sonby enriching it with these the fruits of his inspiration and indwelling. I know of no English word that fully embodies the meaning of the Greek original. “Long-suffering” is too passive; it suggests merely the doggedness that takes blow after blow and Still holds on. I want a broader, stronger, more active word; long-mindedness would almost serve, if I might coin. The writer of the Second Epistle of Peter would teach them that if the mills of God seem to grind slowly it is because to him a thousand years are as one day; he Hays long plans, not willing that any should perish; his long-mindedness is our salvation —all time is his, and he measures it against the eternal years. He is long-minded over our sins; and If evil dominates the world in apparent triumph, yet in that strange similitude of the unjust judge our Lord teaches that he vindicates the right in his time. “Shall not God avenge his chosen who cry unto him day and night, and his purpose waits long over them?” “Long-mindedness” is the power to go on, day* after day, and one day a time, in the strength of a distant hope. “The farmef hath long-minded-ness, plowing his best today; the seasons move slowly, from the former to the latter rain, but the harvest comes in the end. Be ye also joug-minded; stablish your hearts.” The fruit of the Spirit is long-suf-fering. Our Lord himself embodied and enjoined all that his apostles taught—of patience, of far-sighted courage, of dogged loyalty to the day’s appointed task; he had patience with men, kept pace with their slowness, forgave till seventy times seven; endured as seeing him who is invisible, and for the hope that was set before him endured the cross; and he bequeathed to his church this very gift of endurance and far-reaching vision: “It is not for you to know times or seasons, but ye shall receive power when the Holy Ghost is come upon you.” This is the gift we must ask for, and may have today. Our nation and empire need it, and you can do no better service to our great cause than by asking God, one by one, to keep you steady and brave and longsighted in the dark day. Be steady in judgment, in faith; and be long-suffering in prayer. You should be at the front night and morning and at noonday; and whenever a vacant moment gives you space for thought turn it to account for those who are fighting or watching, in weary tedium, in pain of wounds, or in the agony of death for you. The fruit of the Spirit is long-suf-fering. It is seen to be so in the heroes who suffer and die, and in those not less heroic who give what costs them more than death would cost. Let it be seen also in us who are called but to wait, and endure, and hold on, Steady in judgment, in faith and in prayer, till the dawning of the better day which in God’s long patience he shall bring to be. —Rev. H. N. Bate.

Two Kinds of Lights.

Some men are like headlights of locomotives, they reveal the path of life to others. Their wisdom and good judgment make bright the way and. little harm will come to the world by following where they lead. Others are like the lights on the caboose; they are warnings, they are signal lanterns, protecting society from the dangers that threaten from another quarter. Both are necessary. Ovy civilization needs not merely t 0.,, ha. guided safely over the track to other achievements, but it needs to be protected from the evils that' threaten its very life while these new attainments are being sought. We need the red lights on the Caboose just as well as the headlights on the locomotive.

Religion and Liberty.

Religion entrenches upon none ot our privileges, invades none of our pleasures; it may, indeed, sometimes command us to change, but never totally to ftbfafe them.—sontn.. - - ~~~

Prayer and Song.

People that pray in the*r youth and middle life Fill never want for one useful occupation in their age. Quivering lips can ever sing with a prayerful heart to help them.—Lynch.