Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 122, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 22 May 1916 — Page 3

A BOID RUSE

By AUGUSTUS SHERWIN.

"Gordon Lee Is certainly something of a bore with his physical ailments,” observed Nate Willoughby. "Yes, a confirmed hypochondriac,” added his pretty sister Verda. "For all that I like the man,” remarked frank, outspoken Olive Borden, who was on a visit to the Willoughbys, her relatives. "Why, you don’t even know him!” exclaimed Verda. "Not in the way of an introduction, that is true,” explained Olive, "but he has been pointed out to me, and yesterday I saw him do something very fine.” “As how?” challenged Nate rather dlsbelievlngly. “I saw him meet a poor wretch who asked him for alms. He gave the man a small coin. Then he watched him. I expect he fancied his pensioner would go in the first saloon. Not so. The man entered a bake shop, came out with a loaf of bread under his arm and hungrily, but eagerly, started on a run, as if hurrying to take the food to others.” “And Mr. Lee?” queried Verda. “Stopped him, pressed a bank note Into his hand. Then, with tears in his eyes, he glanced all about as if

"You Have Suffered.”

ashamed or afraid someone had noted his charitable act, and went his way." "U-um! Must have had an unusual impulse.” “Why, shame on you, Cousin Varda!” flared out Olive. “I pity the man —born to wealth and idleness. I pity him still more, when 111 health is an added disadvantage.” “11l health!” scoffed Verda. “Why, his megrims are all fancy. Some city doctor told him that a pain he had in one shoulder may ‘symptomize’ a dozen different diseases. He has had nothing else to think of, and, therefore, spends half his time reading medical books, and the balance mourning over his sure slide down the incline of fatal disease!” Olive Borden said no more, but she continued to feel sorry for Gordon Lee. He was good looking, a perfect gentleman, and he seemed so wretched and lonesome that she sympathized with him genuinely. Olive had an uncle, who was living to a good old age, who had wasted the best years of his life, just as Lee was doing. Olive was familiar with the past vagaries of this relative. She did not smile at such idosyncrasies. She pitied their victims, who mentally suffered. A bazaar was given for. the sake of charity in the little village that same week. Of course Olive was impressed into service. She was quick, witty, original, and Verda allowed her to choose her own role. “You are a great hand at fortune telling,” Verda had suggested, but pretty Olive shook her head negatively. “No, no; something newer than that,” she declared. “All you need do for me is to give me a booth. It must have space for thp patient to be seated. Then I will be behind the curtain, with a slit in it large enough only to allow my putting out my hand. I shall see the patient against the light through the thin transparency, but the patient will not see me.” “But the role, Olive?” propounded Verda. “The oriental girl physician, such as they have in China. You know that in that country the doctors are perfect magicians. The patient never sees the doctor, and the doctor makes the most wonderful diagnoses by simply feeling the pulse.” So, behold the sprightly Olive upon the opening evening of the bazaar, stationed behind the curtain, and enough of her unique garb showing to give richness, mystery and orientalism to the presentation. For a dime the benevolent were to “receive medical advice worth a fortune,” and Olive had rare fun for an hour. For a delicate and fastidious girl of her acquaintance she prescribed a diet of coarse food that nearly sent the patient into Olive was f amiliarwlth thegOßSipof the town, and really made a reckless young man grow thoughtful describing some of nis infirmities in a vivid way and advising him to “avoid the wine cup.” To fat Miss Brown she suggested a course of athletics and salt cold baths that made this patient recoil and shud-

dor. Then Olive started and thought, fast and furious. Gordon Lee had been Induced to Invest a dime. He noted how small, soft and dainty was the hand, that there were two dainty dimples and a delightful little mole just at the side of the white, shapely forefinger. He knew not why he noted this, but he did. He looked bored —indeed, half ill. With an expression of ennui on his face, he extended his hand. “You have suffered,” spoke the silvery voice from behind the screen, as the delicate fingers rested across the wrist of the patient, “but needlessly. Your pulse indicates strength, long life, but you have a defect.” "Indeed, yes—you see, my shoulder —■” began Lee, but the fair doctress interrupted him. “It is the pain in your left heel you must look out for,” proceeded Olive, a bold suggestion coming to her mind. "My heel —oh, surely, you are mistaken —” again began Lee, and again he was Interrupted. “The pain once settled there, the distributal influence of the blood currents may convey the toxic elements to the lungs, the heart, the brain. You must walk, you must eat and sleep regularly, you must exercise and occupy your mind pleasantly. In time you may eradicate the little colony of parasites that thrive in your heel. Next patient!” Now, all this sounded very foolish to Olive when she came to think of it later. She told Verda about it, and the latter thought it was a good joke. As to Lee, a strange thing happened. All of a sudden the shoulder pain was transferred to the heel, such is the power of imagination! He began to cuddle a fancied trouble at this new center of disease, just as he had adopted and cherished the old one in the shoulder. At the end of two months he had forgotten all about the shoulder. A doctor to whom he had sheepishly gone with his new affliction laughed at him. “Nonsene with your heel trouble!” he derided. “You’re as sound as a dollar from tip to toe. Someone has hoaxed you into banishing your imaginary shoulder disease and got your attention transferred to your heel. Brace up—you’re cured!” And he was, and began to realize it. And then the story of the fair Chinese medicine maiden came to his ears. He was passing the Willoughby home one day, and lifted his hat to Verda and a girl companion in the family automobile. The latter was Olive Borden. She put out her hand to close the door. Two dimples and a dainty mole near the forefinger! Gordon Lee identified the daring young lady who had started him on the road tft health. “And you laughed at him when he proposed?” said Verda to Olive, two months the jday afterthe jparty_ which they and Lee had attended. "No more than I did at his fancied ailments!” replied Olive readily. “He is very happy—so am I.” (Copyright, 1916, by W. G. Chapman.)

WHY HUSBANDS RUN AWAY

Statistician of Public Welfare Bureau, After Inquiry, Determines Main Causes of Desertion. Why do so many husbands run away? A statistician connected with the bureau of public welfare has been trying to answer the question. After investigating thousands of cases of desertion, he finds that the husband’s action can usually be ascribed to one of the following causes. 111-health and peevishness of the wife. Slouchiness of the wife either in her own person or in her housekeeping methods, or both. The wife’s habit of nagging or gossiping. Dislike for children on the wife’s part. This statistician found that the strongest incentive to reconciliation in cases of family discord is almost invariably the child. He also found that very few wives are deserted who are: Physically big and mentally cheerful. Able to contribute to the family Income either by outside labor or by frugality in home management. Affectlonat3 and home-loving. Sympathetic and considerate of their husbands. The very interesting and valuable statistics which he collected prove that native American husbands are more prone to desert their wives than are the foreign born. They also show that married life is the happiest when husband and wife are nearest alike in age, nationality, religion, moral standards, temperament, health and physical strength.

Prepare for Health.

The. great mechanism of the body With its vital centers is forgotten and neglected until pain comes to remind us of the danger ahead; then we will become excited and rush from* one point to another seeking aid and assistance from the physician or surgeon. We are willing to take countless drugs, to submit to an operation, in fact, anything that we may secure relief so that health may be restored and life prolonged. How about prepared-ness?-Had you exerted one-half of the interest years ago in preparing the body against the Invasion of the enemy, much of. this mental anxiety and bodily pain could have been avoided.—“ Preparedness Against Disease of the Body,” H. H. Roberts, ir National Magazine.

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GUNS CAPTURED FROM THE VILLISTAS

Machine guns and rifles taken by United States troops in a recent encounter with a band of Villa’s bandits.

LIKE ONE HUGE VAST CHURCHYARD

Writer Paints Sorrowful Picture of Trip From Lemberg to Przemysl. SWEPT THREE TIMES BY WAR Only Cities Were Spared, and They Have Recuperated With a Speed That Would Seem Almost Impossible. The Hague.—Lemberg and Przemysl —how long it seems since our thoughts were concentrated on those two Galician towns! In reality it is but a few short months. To ride from Lemberg to Przemysl today is to ride through one huge, vast churchyard. Wherever you look you see graves. There they He in groups in the wilderness! On some are transfixed a email gray cap or German helmet, already rotting. On others the rough wooden crosses are sinking into the ground, as though they knew the plow would soon be there. Sometimes you see huge graves, from which many-colored regimental flags wave vigorously above the pitiful landscape. It is almost as if someone were laughing in the grave below. The only break in this terrible churchyard is formed by some blackened, tumbled ground, once a village. . Such is the country over which the fury of war has raged three times. Only cities have been spared, and have recuperated with a speed which would seem almost impossible. Lemberg is as gay and busy as ever; Przemysl is once more the peaceful provincial town of peace days. The streets are clean, the hotels are adequate and the shop windows are full. Then and Now. I stood gazing into the well-filled windows of a confectioner. And the thought came to me, “What were these windows like a year ago?” A year ago horse-fillet was the" best that riches could buy, and only very occasionally a countryman crept into the town to sell a chicken, for which $lO was gladly given. Winter clothes were not to be had then, and rich men did not hesitate to walk the streets wrapped in some woman’s cast-off mantle. In this war fortp have fallen like ninepins. To Przemysl alone has fallen the honor of a long siege. To the garrison fell hardships which the siege of Paris did not know. In the dead of winter there was not a window in the town, and no glass could be had. The bombs of Russian aviators had broken them all. Horses were fed on

SINGS METHODIST HYMNS

Helen Lee, a tiny threa-year-old Chinese miss garbed In all the splendor Methodist hymns to a vast audience in Carnegie hall, New York, on the occasion of the 150th anniversary of the founding of Methodism and the semicentennial of the New York society of the Methodist Episcopal church.

wood pulp soaked in sweetened water, some of the animals thrived on it; others lay down to die. In the Case Stieber you can listen for hours to such details as these. Do not think the house of Stieber is any ordinary case. Its history is the history of Przemysl. Long before Przemysl was first threatened this case was the great proscenium of the war. The battle of Lemberg, the battle of Grodek, and a hundred other battles, fights and skirmishes took place within hearing. Almost the whole AustroHungarian army passed the windows of the case on their way east to fight the Russians. And later, during the first and second sieges, Case Stieber was the center of this town. No one wanted to stay at home with his own dismal" thoughts, guests could not be received, gas there was none, and petroleum must be used sparingly. Occasionally a Newspaper. The best thing to do, therefore, was to stick your two lumps of sugar in your pocket and grope through the streets to Case Stieber. And then there was always something to read there. In the beginning there was even from time to time a real newspaper brought by an aviator. Later there was only the war bulletin, which was slowly reduced from -ordinary white paper to the backs of paper-, bags, and finally to the backs of menu cards. Last of all there was only one copy, and that was on view in the Case Stieber. In the last weeks of the siege any bit of paper in the street was eagerly picked up and used as a cigarette paper. Nor was tobacco any too plentiful. In February, 1915, SSO was offered for 100 cigarettes of poor quality. The offer was refused with contempt. And if you had tobacco and cigarettes you could not smoke them where you would. For that you had to

MEN OF NOTE DIE ON BATTLEFIELD

Heroic Deeds of Picturesque Force Serving in French Foreign Legion. SON OF GORKY IS KILLED Poets and Novelists Give Their Lives for Their Adopted CountrySquadron of American Flying Men Being Formed. London. —Innumerable stories have been written about the doings of the French foreign legion, and the heroic deeds of the picturesque force have employed the pens of many eminent writers in fiction. In an article in the DaiiyExpreßßH.J.Greenwallpays tribute to these famous soldiers of fortune. “All sorts of famous men have fallen on the field cf honor while fighting with the legion,” he says. “Binet Valmer from the Argentine; the Luxemburg writer, Sosthene Kurth; a son of Maxim Gorky; Camillo Ramirez from Venezuela; a Colombian poet, Fernandez de Bengoecha; another from Ecuador, Rodolfo Seminario; the novelist Sanchez Carrero, all fell .for France on the battlefields of Artois and Champagne. “The poet Ismail Urdometa was killed in the Dardanelles while rushing a Turkish trench at the point of the bayonet, and the son of the Russian ambassador at Paris, M. Isvolsky, was severely wounded while fighting beside Lieut. Alexis Comnene, the great-grandson of the emperor of Trebizond. Bob Scanlon, the negro boxer, is with the legion, and Francois Faber, from Luxemburg, the public idol who carried off many prizes as a professional cyclist, fell in action. So also did Alex Carter, the famous steeplechase jockey. Refused German Money. “Winnie O’Connor, one of the best jockeys that ever crossed the Atlantic? joined after writing a letter to Walter de Mumm returning all the money he had earned while riding un-ujer-toa-jcolara. hate Boche money; your gold burns my fingers. I want to get rid of it. “Fifteen young students from the Beaux Arts in Paris joined the legion in a body. Not only all classes but all races are blended together in the wonderful First Marching regiment.. When

go to Case Stieber. There a huge fire burned night and day, for of wood there was plenty, but matches were precious Indeed. The soldiers in the trenches got two matches a day foa five men.

AMERICAN CARS HARD HIT

English Owners Can't Import Spare Parts to Repair Old Ones. London. — A correspondent who is thoroughly conversant with the motor car business sends an interesting communication to the Manchester Guardian with reference to the new regulation prohibiting the importation either of motor cars or spare parts. The regulation affects in practice only American cars and repair parts. Practically no new cars are to be bought at the present time except American cars, and as the standardized self-starting American cars are the simplest for an amateur to work a doctor or a commercial traveler who wants a car naturally prefers in these times to buy an American machine. It seems remarkable that not even a limited import is permitted. There are thousands of American cars in use in this country by doctors and professional men, commercial travelers, military officers and others with a good reason for having a car. Apparently, under the new regulation, as soon as these cars need repair they will have to be laid up, since spare parts cannot be imported, and it is quite impossible to get spare parts manufactured in this country at the present time.

“SOLDIERS” TO WEAR SKIRTS

California Women Who Will Go to Military Encampment Refuse to Don Trousers for Decision. San Francisco. —Women here who will go tn the military encampment on the Presidio army reservation Juno 1, will not wear trousers, as the members of the American Woman’s League of Self Defense of New York propose, according to Mrs. Frederick H. Colburn, who is in charge of the drill. Instead each officer and “enlisted woman will wear a snug little khaki Norfolk jacket, with a wide khaki skirt fully six inches from the ground, and shoes which will stand washing. Topping it all will be a round khaki hat, something like sailors wear, and ribbons on it will designate rank. Each woman will have two skirts. A plain white shirt waist completes the outfit.

Shoes a Horse at Ninety.

Kansas City.—That he intended shoeing a horse on his ninetieth birthday has been the assertion of Josiah Collins, and when the birthday rolled around Mr. Collins was on the job. Friends of Mr. Collins claim for him the distinction of being the oldest active horseshoer in Missouri if not in the United States.

Italy went to war the Italians were transferred to their own army, but previously they fought brilliantly, and two grandsons of Garibaldi lost their lives in France. “The nucleus of the Second regiment was formed on the evening of July 31, 1914, in a Parisiap case. Some young Italians issued an appeal, and as a result about three thousand English, Belgians, Italians and Slavs attended the meeting to consider how they could best aid the country of their adoption. “In the early hours of the first day of August I was passing along the Boulevard Haussmann and saw thousands of foreigners waiting in a line that extended for the greater part of a mile. “The British residents in Paris tried to form a regiment of their own, and as a result of the first meeting, held, at the Imperial club, about 500 met offered themselves for ehrollmentThe authorities, however, were unable to accept the offer of a separate regiment, and the same reply was giver to the corps of American volunteersso It was decided that the British and American volunteers should be drafted into the foreign legion. 35,400 in the Legion. “About four hundred of them began drill at once in the exhibition grounds of the Magic City. Every new recruit of the legion had to pass an extremely severe medical examination, which was held beneath the shadow of Napoleon's tomb, and about 20 per cent were rejected. I believe the actual number accepted was 35,400. “After the first few months all the British members were transferred to English regiments, but not before they had been in several engagements and suffered losses. “Most of the American members pe. titloned to join the Flying corps, and France has so many American flying men now that a squadron of Americans is being formed. Dutchmen, Swedes, Danes and Americans, who could legitimately have remained lookers on, have cheerfully laid down their lives on the battlefields of France. “The pay of the men of the legion Is same as that of the other soldiers of Frances-five sous per day and an allowance of tobacco and wine —so there is no question of the mercenary spirit having incited men who have thrown up good positions to fight for France.”

Finding the Bride

By REV. L. W. GOSNELL

Superintendent of Men. Moody Bible Institute of Chicago

TEXT—But thou shalt go unto my country, and to my kindred, and take * wife unto my eon Isaac.—Gen. 24:4.

' The twenty-fourth chapter of GeneMs contains the account of the serv-

forth by God the father to call out the church, which is the bride of him, typified by Isaac, even Jesus Christ our Lord. Since the Holy Spirit uses men |n this sacred work, the chapter under consideration furnishes many points of instruction for the soul winner. First of all, we note that Abraham’s servant was anxious for the glory of his master. He prays, "Show kindness unto my master Abraham.” This motive will affect many things in our Christian service. On one occasion, after a sermon, remarkable from the literary standpoint as well as in other ways, one of the hearers remarked, "What beautiful language the preacher used.” True servants of Christ are troubled if his face is veiled, even by! beautiful language. They would rather. glory in infirmity if the power of Christ might rest upon them. We have heard of a church upon the back of whose pulpit was carved this text, “Sirs, we would see Jesus." Every minister who sat behind this pulpit faced this appeal, and every worker who has the spirit of Abraham’s servant will seek to heed this appeal. Notice again, that the servant of Abraham received guidance. He was led to the well where Rebekah watered, her flocks and she was pointed out to, him as the bride for his master. As the servant expressed it, "I being in the way, the Lord led me.” The writer has a friend who was a pastor in a southern town. He longed for the salvation of a man who lived out in the country, but although he visited his house, he seemed never to find an opportunity to speak with him privately concerning his soul. On one occasion, this minister was impressed that he should pay a special visit in the hopeof reaching the man in question. As the impression persisted, he took the train and finally reached the house.' It looked as if no one were at home and he began to chide himself for his foolish trip. Nevertheless, he rapped at the door, which was opened by the man be wished to see and who welcomed him heartily, saying, “I am all alone today and was just wishing that you would come here and tell me how td become a Christian.” Undoubtedly God still leads his servants. Again the servant gave gifts to Rebekah, jewels of silver, jewels of gold and raiment How happy it is that Christian workers, though poor, torPaul was, may make many rich. Unhappy the Christian worker who has nothing better to give than bread and soup and clothes. Abraham’s servant gave to. Rebekah an earnest of the riches which should be .hers when she came into Isaac’s tent' So should Christian workers be filled with an earnest of the coming glory and scatter its light and blessing to all thorn to whom them minister. We may say a word, also, about tho bride. It will be noted that the servant found her by the well of water. These words may fall under the eye of someone who is sighing to become a member of the bride of Christ. May not the incident under consideration suggest to him that he should be found by the well of water, which may hint at the means of grace. ‘When Charles Spurgeon was seeking to know the love of Christ, he went from church to church throughout London, trusting that the word of. some minister might bring to him the blessing he sought. He at last found peace in a Primitive Methodist chapel, where he had taken shelter from a snowstorm one Sunday morning. And what a lesson is conveyed by the fact that as soon as Rebekah had the ring and bracelet upon her hand, she ran and told them of her mother’s house all that Abraham’s servant had said. As one has put it, we must either give our religion away or else give it up. Would that all of us were as busy in spreading the good tidings as was Uncle John Vassar., Dr. A J. Gordon tells of once driving along a country road with this good man. A< gentleman stopped them to inquire the way to Dedham. After the directions were given, Uncle John Vassar turned to the man and said, “Friend, I too am a stranger and pilgrim in the better country, even a .heavenly. Allow me to' ask if you know the way to that country and are journeying thither?” It» was done so naturally and sincerely that the man stood as if spellbound, under this gracious appeal. >

ant of Abraham seeking a bride for his son Isaac. The chapter Is * long one, containing 67 verses, and this fact has led many Bible students to feel that the seeking of Isaac’s bride 18 typical of some spiritual truth. Such Bible students agree that the chapter well Illustrates the work of the Holy Spirit, who is sent