Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 47, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 February 1916 — Page 2

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Auflvor of “Gh? AMATEUR CRACKSMAN., RAFFLES. Etc. nmsreAnq^s MT o.

BYNOPSI3. OiuK,' ec fht steamar Kalaer Frits, homeward bound from Australia, cries •ut in his sleep that Henry Craven, who ten years before had ruined his father and himself. Is dead and finds that Hilton Toye, who shares the stateroom with him, knows Craven and also Blanche Macnair. a former neighbor and playmate When the dally papers come aboard at Southampton Toye reads that Craven has been murdered and calls Cazalet's dream second sight. He thinks of doing a little amateur detective work on the case himself. In the train to town they discuss the murder, which was committed at Cazalet's old home. Toyd hears from Cazalet that Scruton, who had been Cazalet's friend and the scapegoat for Craven's dishonesty, has been released from prison. CHAPTER lll—Continued. Toye looked disconcerted and distressed, but at the same time frankly puzzled. He apologised none the less readily, with almost ingenuous courtesy and fullness, but he ended by explaining himself in a single sentence, and that told more than the rest of his straightforward eloquence put together. “If a man had done you down like t&St, wouldn’t you want to kill him the very moment you came out, Cazalet?” The creature of impulse was off at » tangent. *Td forgive him If he did It, tool” he exclaimed. ‘Td move heaven and earth to save him, guilty or not guilty. Wouldn’t you In my place?” “I don’t know,” said Hilton Toye. *Tt depends on the place you’re in, I guess!” And the keen dark eyes came drilling Into Cazalet’s skull like augers. “I thought I told you," he explained Impatiently. “We were In the office together; he was good to me, winked at the business hours I was inclined to keep, let me down lighter in every way than I deserved. You may say it was part of his game. But I take people as I find them. And then, as I told you, Scruton was ten thousand times more sinned against than sinning.” “Are you sure? If you knew it at the time —" “I didn’t I told you so the last

night." Well, I mustn’t ask questions,” said Hilton Toye, and began folding up his newspaper with even more than his usual deliberation. "Oh, Fll tell you!” cried Cazalet ungraciously. “It’s my own fault for telling you so much. It was in a letter from Scruton himself that I heard the whole thing. I’d written to him —toward the end —suggesting things. He managed to get an answer through that would never have passed the prison authorities. And —and that’s why I came home just when I did,” concluded Cazalet; “that’s why I didn’t wait till after shearing. He’s been through about enough, and I’ve bad more luck than I deserved. I meant to take him back with me, to keep the books on our station, if you want to know!” The brusk voice trembled. Toye let his newspaper slide to the floor. “But that was fine!” he exclaimed simply. “That’s as fine an action as I’ve heard of in a long time." p "If it comes off,” said Cazalet in a gloomy voice. "Don’t you worry. It’ll come off. Is be out yet, for sure? I mean, do you know that he is?” “Scruton? Yes —since you press it —he wrote to tell me that he was coming out even sooner than he expected.” “Then he can stop out for me,” said Hilton Toye. “I guess I’m not running for that reward!”

CHAPTER IV. Down the River. - At Waterloo the two men parted, with a lair exchange of fitting speeches, none of which rang really false: And yet Cazalet found himself emphatically unable to make any plans at all for the next lew_daysi also, he seemed in two minds now about a Jermyn Street, hotel previously mentioned as his Immediate destination; and his step was indubitably lighter as he went off first of all to the* loop-line, to make sure of some train or other that he might have to take before the - tfay was out. - • • Ib the -event he did not take that train or any other; for the new miracle of the new traffic, the new smell of the horseless streets, and the newer joys of the newest of new taxicabs, all worked together and so swiftly uponCazalet’s organism that he had a little colloquy with his smart instead -of-paying him in Jermyn Street. He nearly did pay him oft, and with something more than his usual impetuosity, as either a liar or a fool with no sense of time or space. “But that’s as quick as the train, my good fellow!’’ blustered Cazalet "Quicker,'* said the smart young fellow without dipping his cigarette, “if you were going by the old Southwestern!" ' 'The very Mißrifid especlatiy the manners that made or marred him, was entirely new to Cazalet as a product of the old country. But he had come from the bush, and he felt •s. though be might have been back there but for the smell of petrol and the cry of the mo tor- horn from end to

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end of those teeming gullies of bricks and mortar; He bad accompanied his baggage just as far as the bureau of the Jermyn Street hotel. Any room they liked, and he would be back some time before midnight; that was bis card, they could enter his name for themselves. He departed, pipe in mouth, open knife in one hand, plug tobacco in the other; and remarks were passed in Jermyn Street as the taxi bounced out west in ballast. But Indeed it was too fine a morning to waste another minute indoors, even to change one’s clothes, if Cazalet had possessed any better than the ones he wore and did not rather glory in his rude attire. He was simply and comfortably drunk with the delight of being back. He had never dreamed of its getting into his head like this; at the time he did not realize that it had. That was the beauty of his bout. He knew well enough what he was doing and seeing, but inwardly he was literally blind. Yesterday was left behind and forgotten like the Albert Memorial, and to-morrow was still as distant as the sea, if there were such things as to-morrow and the sea. Meanwhile what vivid miles of dazzling life, what a subtle autumn flavor in the air; how cool in the shadows, how warm in the sun; what a sparkling old river it was, to be sure; and yet, if those weren’t the first of the autumn tints on the trees In Castlenan. There went a funeral, on its way to Mortlake! The taxi overhauled it at a callous speed. Cazalet just had time to tear off his great soft hat. It was actually the flrht funeral he had seen since his own father’s; no Wonder his radiance suffered a brief eclipse. But in another moment he was out on Barnes’ Common. It had been the bicycle age when he went away; now it was the motor age, and the novelty and contrast were endless to a simple mind under the influence of forgotten yet increasingly familiar scenes. But nothing was lost on Cazalet that great morning; even a milk-float entranced him, Itself enchanted, with Its tall can turned to gold and silver In the sun. Bus he was on all but holy ground. It was not so holy with these Infernal eleotrie trams; still he knew every inch

A Young Woman Had Appeared in One of the Wooden Porticoes.

of it; and now, thank goodness, he was off the lines at last. —“Slower!" he shouted to his smart young man. He could not say that no notice was taken of the command. But a wrought-iron gate on the left, with a covered way leading up to the house, was past and gone in a veritable twinkling. Five or six minutes later the smart young man was driving really slowly along a narrow road between patent wealth and blatant semi-gentility; on the left good grounds, shaded by cedar and chestnut, and on the right a row of hideous little houses, as pretentious as any that ever let for forty pounds within forty minutes of Waterloo. “This can't be it!” shouted Cazalet “It can’t he here—stop! Stop! I tell you!” A young woman had appeared in one of the overpowering wooden portlcoes; two or three swinging strides were bringing her down the silly little -path to the wicket-gate with the idiotic name; there was no time to open it before Cazalet blundered up, and shot his hand across to get a grasp as firm and friendly as he gave. “Blanchiel” “Sweep! 1 ’ They were their two nursery names, hers no improvement on the proper monosyllable, and his a rather dubious token of pristine proclivities. But out -both ~egme M if they were children" still, and children who had been just long enough apart to start with a good honest mutual stare. r . • “You aren’t a bit Altered,’’ declared the man of thirty-three, with a note not entirely tactful la his admiring voice. But his old chufti only laughed.

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"Fiddle!” she cried. “But yoo’re not altered enough. Sweep, I’m disappointed In you. Where’s your beard?’/ ”1 had It off the other day. I always meant to,” he explained, “before the end of the voyage. I wasn’t going to land like a wild man of the woods, you know!” "Weren’t you! I call it mean.” Her scrutiny became severe, but softened again at the sight of his clutched wide-awake and curiously characterless, shapeless suft. “You may well look!” he cried, delighted that she should. “They’re awful old duds, I know, but you would think them a wonder if you saw where they came from —” “I’m sorry to Interrupt,” said Blanche, laughing, “but there’s your taxi ticking up twopence every quarter of an hour, and I can’t let it go on without warning you. Where have you come from?” He told her with a grin, was roundly reprimanded for his extravagance, but brazened it out by giving the smart young man a sovereign before her eyes. After that, she said he had better come in before the neighbors came out and mobbed him for a millionaire. And he followed her indoors and up-stairs, into a little new den crowded with some of the big old things he could remember in a very different setting. But if the room was small it had a balcony that was hardly any smaller, on top of that unduly imposing porch; and out there, overlooking the fine grounds opposite, were basket chairs and a table, hot with the Indian summer sun. ”1 hope you are not shocked at my abode,” said Blanche. “I’m afraid I can’t help it if you are. It’s just, big enough for Martha and me; you remember old Martha, don’t you? You’ll have to come and see her, but she’ll be horribly disappointed about your beard!” Coming through the room, stopping to greet a picture and a bookcase (filling a wall each) as old friends, Cazalet had descried a photograph of himself with that appendage. He had threatened to take the beastly thing away, and Blanche had told him he had better not. But it did not occur to Cazalet that it was the photograph to which Hilton Toye had referred, or that Toye' must have been in this -very room to see it. In these few hours he had forgotten the man’s existence, at least in so far as it associated itself with Blanche Macnair. “The others all wanted me to live near them,” she continued, “but as no two of them are in the same county it would have meant a caravan. Besides, I wasn’t going to be transplanted at my age. Here one has everybody one ever knew, except those who escape by emigrating, simply at one’s mercy on a bicycle. There’s more golf and tennis than I can find time to piay; and I' still keeplEe old h'darin the old boat-house at Littleford, because it hasn’t let or sold yet, I’m sorry to say.” “So I saw as I passed,” said Cazalet.' “That hit me hard!”

“The place being empty hits me harder,’’ rejoined the last of the Macnairs. “It’s going down in value every day like all the other property about here, except this sort Mind where you throw that match, Sweep! I don’t want you to set fire to my pampasgrass; it’s the only tree I’ve got!’’ Cazalet laughed; she was making him laugh quite often. But the pam-pas-grass, like the rest of the ridiculous little garden In front, was obscured if not overhung by the balcony nn which sat. And the subject seemed one to change. —— “It 'Was'"simply glorious coming down,’’ he said. “I wouldn’t swap that three-quarters of an hour for a bale of wool. You can’t think how every mortal thing on the way appealed to me. The only blot was a funeral at Barnes; it seemed such a sin to be buried on a day like this, and a fellow like me coming home to enjoy himself!” He had turned grave, but not graver than at the actual moment coming down. Indeed, he was simply coming down again, for her benefit and his own, without an ulterior trouble until Blanche took him up with a long face of her own. - ■■ ■■ ■ “We’ve had a funeral here. I suppose you know ?” “Yes. I know.” Her chair creaked as she leaned forward with an enthusiastic solemnity that would have made her shriek if she bad seen herself; but it had no such effect on Cazalet. (TO BE CONTINUED.)

Hats and Faces.

A Boston man went down to Hartford and said to the Motherhood club of that city. “If you have a 29-cent face don’t wear a S3O hat.” Of course, the Boston man didn’t make it clear to the ladies with Hartford faces just what the hat-and-face ratio should be. Even a 29-cent face might hesitate over wearing a 29-cent hat. On the other hand a woman with a SSO face could scarcely be expected to don a SSO hat. No, the Boston man is wading into deep water. He quite overlooks the eternal law of compensation. Let the 29-cent face wear a S3O hat. It may distract attention. As for the woman with the SSO face, she doesn’t need any hat. —Cleveland Plain Dealer.

Woes of an Author.

“How’s your new book coming ons“ “Passably well. The demand isn't what if shdußTbS: l tnean among" purchasers. And. of course. If people don’t buy the book there’s nothing In it for me.” ”1 see. By the way. Tin reading tt now. Btnks loaned me a copy that Tompkins borrowed from Bradley Pretty fair sjory.*

TENER AIDED PLAYERS

Made Original Fight to Restore Alt Contract Jumpers. •i - Many of Men Who Went With Federal* Fared Better Than Those Who Remained Loyal to Their , Clubs—No Third League. * Organized baseball has put the Federal league out Of the business. No matter if it did offer concessions, the fact is that the independents’ battle cry of the necessity for a third league was licked by the American public. There is no third league now, and the independents, beaten, give a clear field again to the National and American leagues. The ending of the baseball war, which cost the deluded backers of the Federal league between $2,000,000 and $3,000,000, was a personal triumph for President John K. Tener of the National league. It was mainly through his personality, diplomacy and broad-mindedness that peace became a fact. It was Teijer, a former player himself, who made the original fight to restore all jumping players to good standing. Every man who jumped to the Federal league has Tener to thank that he Isn’t barred from baseball today. Taking a peek at the situation, the jumping ballplayer has been extraordinarily well treated. He jumped to the Feds for a sky-high salary and his contract is going to be respected by organised baseball. Financially many ol the jumpers fared better than the players who were loyal to their clubs and declined to Jump. The jumpers 'are back in the major leagues again and receiving Federal league salaries. The major leagues have this to fear. Should another rival rear up In baseball, won’t a player be disposed to recall the luck of the Federal league Jumpers and leap to the opposition,

President John K. Tener.

feeling that he will go unpunished anyway, should the venture fail? Certainly more than one hall player remained loyal to the major leagues for the sole reason that he feared he Would be blacklisted for life in case he Jumped. But there may not be a new rival for some time. The heavy losses sustained by the Feds should pretty nearly prove that there is no room for another major league. Baseball is not a close corporation. If any wealthy man aspires to be an American, baseball figure, he won’t find much trouble being able to purchase a franchise in the American or National league.

NEW BOWLING OF AGE

Regulation Alleys Invented and Generally Adopted in 1895 —Nothing to Disturb Serenity. Bowling will celebrate Its twentyfirst birthday in the year 1916, regulation alleys being invented and generally adopted in 1895. With its coming of age the game also reaches the point where it has not a cloud to disturb its serenity. The last possible source of trouble died with the dodo ball two years ago. A tendency is noticeable in the big tournaments to exclude picked entries from cities of large population, in an endeavor to. force the big towns to compete on more even terms with cities the size of Omaha, Cincinnati, Louisville, and others of like class. The American Bowling congress has already banned clubs from Greater New York, while the midwestern tournament may take a similar action against Chicago this coming year.

Barrett May Turn to Baseball.

It is said that Charlie Barrett, the great Cornell football star, will appear in a uniform of one of the big league teams the coming season. Barrett is a fine diamond artist, as he is-a gridiron performer, and can play almost any position. He is at his best in the outfield. /,J ' V

Spanish king Turns to Racing.

European horse racing is to be increased by the establishment of a course at San Sebastian, Spain, which will hare the patronage of King Al-, foaso. He will race under the name of the Duke of Toledo.

HARVARD HUSKIES PRACTICE WITH GLOVES

Kirkpatrick and Soucy Boxing Under Direction of O'Donnell.

Keeping Harvard’s football warriors in trim and also teaching theip something that will be of use to them in after years is the task that has been given to Steve O’Donnell, the veteran trainer, and it is an unusual sight to see the boxing squad boxing in the open lot back of the gym. Football star Soucy is one of the formidable and promising youngsters who is tearing things up with the gloves.

LAYS CLAIM TO RECOGNITION

Fackey McFarland Ready to Meet Any of Welterweights Who Aspire to Championship Title. Interest now centers in the strife among the welterweights as to who is entitled to call himself champion in this class. One of those who thinks his claims entitle him to recognition is Packey McFaTland. Packey intimates that he is ready to meet any of the

Packey McFarland.

boys who aspire to leading honors in the welterweight division and prove to them that he is their master. The Chicagoan has announced on more than one occasion that he was through with the ring, but finds it hard to forsake the arena for good. It is more than probable that Packey will be found in action against some of the prominent welters before long.

HARVARD IS WEAK IN SPORTS

Makes Poor Showing in Swimming, Gymnastics and Basket BallOther Colleges Make Advance.

Harvard, strong in football, track athletics, baseball, rowing and hockey, the major sports (hockey is a major sport at Harvard), makes a poor showing in several of the so-called minor sports, such as swimming, gymnastics, Wrestling and basket ball, all healthful, worth while forms of competition. Proficiency at swimming has gone ahead fast in recent years at several colleges, Yale, Columbia, Princeton, Penn and College of the City of New York, for instance. Doubtless this is due to those institutions having fine pools, and maybe the backwardness of Harvard in this line of intercollegiate sjjggt is due to shortage of facilities.

IMPORTANT GOLF DATES^ Dates of important tournaments, awarded at the meetings of the United States Golf association and the Western association are as follows: ■ June 27-30 —National open, Minnekanda club, Minneapolis. July , 15—Olympic cup match, Del Monte Country club, Del Monte, Cal. ' July 17-22 —Western amateur, Del Monte, Cal., club. •> August 17-18 —Western open, Blue Mound Country club, Milwaukee. ■ v August 22-24—Western junior, Hinsdale Golf dub, Chicago. September 2-9 —National amateur, Merion Cricket club, Philadelphia. September 11-14 National women’s meet, Belmont Springs Country club, Boston. - v -

Nebraska May Meet Harvard. Nebraska may meet Harvard oh the gridiron in 1917 at the Cambridge stadium.

INTERESTING SPOPT PARAGRAPHS

Jack Dillon has a way of turning pork into beef. - •?; • * * Harvard’s track squad numbers 72, a record turnout. *' * * • 1 — - , Pat Moran is hoping that his new Rhoades will lead to another chain* pionship. • * * Cincinnati amateur baseball players may wear numbers playing on public diamonds this summer. * * * - The expert who advises people to sleep sitting up must have got the hunch at a six-day bicycle race, • * * That yellow peril again—Clarence Griffin, coast tennis star, was beaten by a Jap in a tournament at Manila. * * * McGraw says he can use a few good outfielders. He’ll need more than a few if he doesn’t get some new pitch ers. * * * A Lots of people can understand Bot Hedges - selling” the Browns, but ca«’i - gather why Phil Ball wants to bus them. * * * Well, we’re no cinch bettor. We’ll wager that Charlie White can’t lick Freddie Welsh because he can’l catch him. * * * Baseball players do all sorts ol things in winter, but we learn for the first time that Mollwitz of the Jtedfi is a Silesian. * • * Cincinnati is to have a new speedway, but Pittsburgh has the fastest speedway in the league when Mamaux is pitching. ♦ * * Boston players will have to carry dictionaries with them if they are going to talk with Percy Haughton, new owner of the club. • • * The most valuable player the Browns get from the Federals is not a player, but a manager, the same being Fielder Jones. * * * Packey McFarland’s ideas of the legitimate cut between a boxer and a promoter seem to be that of the Armours and tlie pork. * • * Jimmy Callahan says he is willing to take Jimmy Archer from the Cubs. Also Cobb from the Tigers and Alexander from the Phils, eh, Jeems? * * * Rapacity and greed stalk in the land. It is said that Chess Champion Capablanca demanded the sum of sls to give an exhibition at a wealthy club. * * * Winter dopesters have awarded the National pennant to thg Cubs and the American flag to the St. Louis Browns, so let’s start the world series. —« — - Leach Cross would not agree to fight Charlie White for less than $2,500; but then we wouldn’t fight White for $2,500 unless our footwork had improved. * * fr - — Comiskey says that if St. Looey Were given a winner, it would be the best ball town in America. But what's the use of saying it—it neve? will be tested out. * * The next Vanderbilt cup race will be staged at the Sheepshead Bay track on May 13. Good time to take out accident policies on several wellknown drivers. * • • George Johnson, the Indian pitcher. Is Another one of those fortunate moundmen who ‘have everything.” Which, as Hugh Jennings once observed, an any pitcner n -:.i——- * * * It all depends nn the point of vfbw, governed largely by what you’re used to. The English think our billiard balls are absurdly large, and the Cubans think they are absurdly small. *