Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 172, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 July 1916 — Page 2

Love’s Quarantine

By Frances Elizabeth Lanyon

(Copyright, 1916. by W. G. Chapman.) Stop! Look! Listen! The words glared down into the consciousness of Hector Drew with a vividness that; sent a thrill through every fiber of his frame. He saw the warning sign amid a vortex of dust, hissing steam and the grind and roar of giant wheels. Then he was Sensible of having grazed death by a narTOVTTfiargin. Someone was pulling at his sleeve—the same one who had grasped his arm and drawn him back just in the nick of time. -Stop! Look! Listen!’’ he murmured mechanically In a dazed, lost way. Then his eyes fell upon the hand trembling on his sleeve. His eyes followed its outlines to the wrist, along the arm to the face of the person who had saved his life. This was what he saw—a nut-brown face, but exquisitely molded, eyes with a trace of the shock of terror, but infinitely kindly and sensible. All these belonged to a gjjf of about twenty. She was plainly dressed, but neat and clean. By her side were two immense baskets, empty. She had dropped them to seize this abstracted, heedless mortal, immersed in thought, his mind a thousand miles away from the remotest suspicion of peril at a moment when it hovered so dangerously near to him. •jjfou didn’t seem to notice that the train was coming, sir,” said the girl, now that the excitement was past becoming shy and confused. “You

"How Delightful!” Enthused Drew.

couldn’t have heard the whistle, nor have seen the sign. You must have been thinking, sir.” “Yes, it is a bad habit of mine,” confessed the young professor. Then he seized both of the brown hands. He pressed them fervently. “You —you have done me a great service,” he went on and fluttered, for never before had he been so close to a nfember of the opposite sex. “My dear young lady, I—l declare, I thank you!” And then, thrilled at a magic contact enforcing a new and happy sensation and overcome, too, at his unwonted timidity, he blushed like an awkward schoolboy.

He was just that in his innocence and inexperience. A bookworm, within the week he had started in as a tutor at the academy back in the town, on trial. A great thinker, he had struck his pupils as dull, when he was only abstracted. His mind his palace was. He picked up the baskets from the ground. “I was bound for a walk, anywhere,” he said, “so I may go your way, if you will allow me,” and then in his odd manner he drifted off into all kinds of generalities as they walked along —comn|ienting on the herbs they passed, the crops, the latest sun-force theory, and the girl listened, pleased and interested, for she recognized the sterling intellectual worth of this old head on young shoulders. “I thank you very much,” she said, as they reached a farm surrounding an old, but well-patched-up cottage, nestling among all kinds of flowering vines. A radiant garden encircled it. Then behind was a full ten acres, planted in order with sweet peas and carnations. "Why, you’ve got a regular paradise here!’ spoke the professor in profound admiration and surprise. “Yes,” nodded his bright little companion smilingly. “You see, father died, mother is an invalid, there are four little ones, but they can help when they are well and every morning 1 carry the flowers to the trolley express and ship them in to a city florist" "How delightful!” enthused Drew, and the whiff of perfume and the inspiration of brilliant colors cleared the cobwebs of ponderous science from his brain magically. "You see, you mustn’t come any nearer the house,” advised Myra Lit tie. “That sign—the red one near the door.” "Why, yes,” said Drew, scanning a

piece of flaming red cardboard—“measles, isn't it?” "Four 'cases,’’ * replied Myra. “The children have come down with it one after the other for a week. It has been bad for our little flower business, for I have to ray a man to come after the cut flowers and take them to the station. Then I go after the baskets." "Measles, eh?” repeated Drew in his vague ruminative way. “How fortunate.”

Myra stared at him in wonder. “I mean for myself,” Drew hastened to explain. “As a general student I have become quite a physician. I shall be glad to go in and look over the little ones. I may be able to suggest or prescribe in a "way that will alleviate their discomfort. You know doctors* are practically immune,” he laughed rand, heedless of the faint protests of his companion, he pntered the house with her. The little ones regarded him with awe and their mother with gratitude, as Drew looked them over and advised some sensible and efficacious home treatment. He lingered for an hour. The presence of the sweet-faced girl, the break in the solitary monotony of his life charmed him. ■ "I say, it won’t do!” challenged a decided voice, as he came into the outer air again to confront the local health officer. "I’m afraid it’s a quarantine, professor,” added the man. “You see, it wouldn’t do for you to carry back germs among all those young students. You’ll have to isolate yourself.” There was no gainsaying the edict of the officer. Drew looked more quizzical than dismayed. Then he saw the logic of the argument. “We would try to make you comfortable here,” spoke Myra, and an arrangement was consummated. The professor was to become a boarder in the infected house for the critical ten-day period.

It was a glorious experience, a wonderful variation. He needed it and he improved and enjoyed it. All day long he helped Myra among the flower beds. When one day he received a letter from the college folk announcing that they'had decided to do without a new tutor, he simply shrugged his shoulders.

“I declare,” he observed to Mrs. Little, “I could spend my life among the flowers! If you had a little more Ground and owned the place there would be more than a living in the work. This is life. I’ve missed it delving into old dusty tcmes. I have some money put by. Suppose I invest it here and —and why not go into partnership witlP you good people?”

Myra took" all this for a passing fancy, but she found herself mistaken. They had become famous friends, he, the courteous, warm-hearted scholar; she, the ceaseless, intrepid little worker. One day the professor returned from towh, an unusual animation apparent in his face and manner. “I’ve bought the place,” he announced. “And I’ve been thinking,” he added, walking along with Myra. “You remember that sign at the railroad crossing where you saved and changed my life? ‘Stop!’’’ and Myra halted obediently. He drew from his pocket a shining circlet. “‘Look!’” he supplemented, and Myra did so, and fluttered strangely. take the ring and become my partner for life? I love you.” “And I love you, too,” sweetly and simply spoke Myra, placing both hands confidingly within his own.

Where Stamina Wins.

In some parts of Borneo it is customary, when a dispute arises concerning the ownership of a cow, for example, for both the contestants to take their positions, in the presence of the witnesses and a throng of spectators, in a pool of water about four feet deep, each praying that the birds and animals and the water may bear him. witness. Two sets of crosssticks are then driven into the mud at the bottom of the pool. At a given signal each disputant puts his head under the cross-stick, and keeps it in the wateqffcs long as he can, a friend holding his legs to pull him out at the first signs of fainting. The man who can keep his head under water the longer time is declared to be the rightful owner of the property in dispute.

Applied Logic.

One of the clerks at the Washington weather bureau recently took unto himself a wife and it has been his endeavor to interest her in his work at the office. The other evening on coming home he said: “It was a terrible storm that swept through Jersey. The wind blew 60 miles an hour for 30 minutes.” i “Well, dearie,” said the wife, anxious to show an intelligent interest in the matter, “it’s lucky isn’t it, that it blew only half an hour?” “Why?” “Weil, 30 miles isn’t nearly so bad.”

Mystery.

“Do yon believe in the theory of evolution?" “Well,” replied the student of human nature, “there are times ■when I wonder how some people can stand and watch the antics of a cage full of monkeys without showing the slightest trace of self-consciousness.”

Lost His Money.

“Do you suppose this meTanenoly Individual Is a defeated “His plight is worse tfikn that” . “Indeed?” “Yes. He consulted the candidates in placing his bets, instead of the sow ereign voters.”

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER,IND.

RUTH IS MAINSTAY OF BOSTON PITCHERS

Southpaw Twirler Who Is Keeping Red Sox Up in Race. Babe Ruth’s good left arm is doing its share to keen the crippled Boston Red Sox, holders of the world championship, from falling to pieces in the present flag campaign. The Babe rang up his third shut-out victory of the year when he tamed Fohl’s Cleveland Indians, 5 to 0, the triumph giving him a record of 8 wins in 11 starts. In thtj 102 1-3 innings he worked the Boston sidewheeler allowed 68 hits and 24 runs. Ruth started with a rush, copping four straight engagements, bowling over the Athletics twice and Washington and New York each once. Washington stopped him May 1 and Cleveland walloped him May 10, but Babe came back and won two straight from St. Louis and Detroit, then lost another to the Yanks.

COZY DOLAN’S LAST REQUEST

Frank Bancroft, Not Being a Fish, Was Unable to Comply With Wish of Drowning Player.

"What I think was the richest thing I ever heard,” says Tom Clarke, “came off on a storm-tossed ship on the Pacific ocean, when Bancroft’s all-star tourists were making a jump by boat last fall. It was right in the midst of danger and apparent tragedy, too, and yet it was so good that the whole crowd of us bellowed with delight. “A fearful storm, a regular typhoon, struck us far out at sea, and the situation grew decidedly serious. Tons of water were coming aboard every moment; the ship was wallowing and reeling, and the captain was ordering all hands to get the boats ready. The players were all clustered on the deck, and, just as the boat was bounding madly, Cozy Dolan managed to make his way to old Frank Bancroft. "‘Banny, Banny,’ shrieked Dolan, through the roaring of the storm, ‘this

Cozy Dolan.

ship is sinking, sure! Listen to me, Banny—will you tell my folks at home that I died game?’ “And Banny, clinging to a railing, whopped back: ‘What? Me tell your folks you died game? What do you take me so fish?’ ”

Tough Game to Lose.

It was a tough game the White Sox lost to the Athletics on May 19. Eleven innings and not a run scored. Strunk was passed, Mclnnes sacrificed and then Lajoie was purposely passed, only to have Pick come through with a single. Mclnnis saved the game for Bush in the eleventh with a wonderful one-hand catch off Leibold when the Sox had two on bases and two out.

Barry Meets Honus Wagner.

Jack Barry never had met Hans Wagner until he arrived at Hot Springs this spring. He immediately asked to be introduced. “I consider him the greatest ball player the game has ever known, and consider it an honor to shake his hand,” said the second baseman of the Red Sox.

Indians Thrill Fans.

Cleveland may not win a pennant for many dreary years to come, but the Indians have certainly given the fans of the Ohio metropolis a great thrill, and caused them, at least temporarily, to cherish a mighty hope.

Dauss in Record Class.

George Dauss, pitching his first game for Detroit on the team’s eastern trip, managed to get in the record ciass along with other Tiger pitchers. He gave ten bases on balls, yet allowed but two runs.

DIAMOND NOTES

The wilder the pitcher the easier he’s tamed. J* * * * As between Baker and a novice, Connie Mack took his Pick. * * * When it comes to a showdown few ball players can show up an umpire. • ♦ ♦ Manager Joe Tinker wants a second baseman and doesn’t care who knows it.

Manager Herzog of the Reds Is anxious to get Joe Connolly, the Braves’ outfielder. ; • • • A pitcher avoids walks to get but of a hole. A golfer walks to get from one to another. - * » * , The gent who undertakes to lengthen his nights usually succeeds in shortening bls days. * * * Lehigh has a Yap who is anything but like the name. He is a Chinaman and the star of the team. • ♦ • Dick Lawry, University of Maine second baseman, has been signed by Connie Mack for the Athletics. « ♦ ♦ Isn’t it about time some major league magnate was giving Jack Knight a chance to make good? * * * Guy Morton’s winning streak was bfoken by the White Sox after he had annexed eight straight victories. * * * Big league scouts are keeping close watch on Connie Mack’s infield. It will soon be old enough to graduate. * * * Baseball scouts, who find fincfef for their employers haven’t got a thing on the umpires who later fine the finds. • * * Manager Grlfiith of Washington would take Fournier off Manager Rowland’s hands provided he could make a deal. «• • ■ Packard Is proving one of the most consistent winners on the Cub staff. He will be better as the season advances. • • • A Little Rock grocer has been fined SSO for baiting a ball player. He ought to go into business with Ty Cobb’s butcher. * • • The Brooklyn Robins are going to try oUt a pitcher named Wurm of St Francis college. Another case of the early bird. • • •

The fact that Ping Bodie is clouting .369 in the Pacific coast league isn’t sensational. The thrill came when Ping stole a base. • * • Lakaff of Dayton is the Central league’s winning pitcher and the Vets are sure to count another game won when he goes in the box. • * * Pitqher Guy Morton halls from Waterbury, but that doesn’t account for his long wind-up. Right now he’s the whole works for Cleveland. • • • Benny Kauff was caught off first base three times in a game the other day. Benny reminds us of Ty Cobb—when he’s walking to the plate.* • • • Jeff Tesreau rises to remark that the first time hq, ever saw a major league bail team was when the St T.onis Browns visited Fredericksburg, Mo. 'tr’w'in, Jeff, quit your klddln’l

JOHNSON IS ELECTED HARDEST MAN TO HIT

Walter Johnson’s right to the title of king of pitchers has been confirmed, and by a vote of the batters who awarded him the palm, casting fifty-two votes in his favor as against fifty-one for Grover Alexander. The balloting started during the off-season and has just been completed, each hitter picking the six best pitchers he ever faced. The total number of batsmen voting from both leagues was 114. With six votes each, the total was 684 cast. Seventy pitchers, old and young, figured In the voting, and here are twelve hurlers in each'major league who received ten or more votes: American. National. Johnson ...52 Alexander .51 Walsh 24 Mathewson .33 Plank .....17 Tesreau Wood 16 Brown 22 Scott ...... 16 Rudolph ...18 Shore 16 Doak 13 Leonard ...15 Mamaux ...13 Wellman ...13 Rucker ....13 Caldwell ...13 Toney 13 Dauss 13 Vaughn ....11 Bender ....10 Adams 10 Faber 10 Sallee 10

PLAYING BASEBALL AND GOLF

Novel Theoretical Comparison Made on Driving Gutta Percha Sphere and Hitting Bail. Someone has started comparisons between golf and baseball. Ty Cobb, says a man who knows both golf and baseball, can knock a baseball 400 feet, Jerome Travers can drive a golf

Ty Cobb.

ball 350 yards, or 1,050 feet, about two and a half times as far. The fan proceeds theoretically to the conclusion that Ty Cobb would have to be twice his present size were he to obtain the driving power to send a baseball from a bat as far as “Jerry” sends the gutta percha sphere. Cobb, continues the theorist, measures 5 feet 11 Inches in height and weighs 180 pounds. To equal the golf drive he would have to be 14 feet 9 inches tall and weigh 450 pounds. He’d wear .a 17% cap instead of a 7, a 20 shoe instead of an 8, and a 57%-lnch collar instead of a 15. He would also have to use a bat 8 feet 4 Inches long and 6% inches thick.

WILHOIT IS IMPROVING FAST

Has Shaken Off Nervousness of Early Season and Is Now Tower of Strength In Outfield. Young Wilhoit of the Boston National league team has evidently learned a lot while out on the trails, and is a

Outfielder Wilhoit

very much improved fielder. He appears to have shaken off the nervousness that was his besetting sin early in the season and has been a tower of strength to the Brave outfield.

Six Best Sellers. “The Tainted Talon,” by Fred Toney; “A Trip to Dixie,” by Dr. Mike Doolan; “Bloody Heads Unbowed," by Connie Mack; “The Fence Breaker," by Bert Nlehoff; “Going Some,” by John McGraw; “A Son of Efope," by Pat Moran.

EXTENDING LINES IN ALASKA

Degree of Development Not Generally Recognized Has Been Steadily Carried Forward. Private enterprise is re-enforcing government enterprise In the development of Alaska transportation. An-

nouncement was recently made of the Intention of the Copper River & Northwestern to extend its Cordova line farther into the interior. Now comes the assurance thaj private enterprise has financed the proposed Immediate construction of a railroad from near Controller bay to the Bering river coal fields, 17 miles away. Thus coal of high quality is to be. Drought to titlewater By next and shipped to Alaska points as well as Seattle and points farther south. Possibly about the same time Matanuska coal will reach Seward and Anchorage and be distributed from these points for naval and commercial needs. The humanizing of Alaska administration and the partial opening of the territory to commercial enterprise have had a stimulating effect. Long dormant coal claims are taking on the form of business ventures. Railroad construction is to bring these In touch .with the niaiket, cheapen fuel and make greater gold production possible. The world’s demand for copper has further accentuated Alaska’s progress by forcing the railroad line from Seward to extend into the wilderness beyond the present terminus. The utilities for commerce are being vastly increased. Coal will soon be reaching Central Alaska frwn the Nenana fields, and the south coast will be supplied from the Bering and Matanuska fields, vitalizing every Industry that It touches. In another year the northern wilderness will be split in twain by the arteries of commerce.

ON A VISIT OF INSPECTION

British Railroad Authority In This Country Looking Over the Leading American Systems.

W. M. Acworth, the distinguished British railroad authority, Is visiting the United States and. inspecting.several of the railroad systems of the East. He is keenly Interested in the wage controversy between the railroads and the train service employees, which he avers is similar in its general aspects to that which led up to the British railroad strike of 1911. Mr. Acworth is a director of the underground railroads of London -and has written a number of books on railroad development and regulation. He is no stranger to the United States, having made many trips to this side of the Atlantic, and having been for many years in touch with the railroad situation here. He is a close personal friend of leading railroad officials of the country. “The war has made heavy drafts upon the railroad workers of Great Britain," said Mr. Acworth in an interview at New York. “Probably 20 per cent of the railroad operatives are in active service. From the London underground system, which employed about 25,000 men at the outbreak of the war, some 8,000 have enlisted. On all the lines somewhat similar conditions exist.

“The places of those who have volunteered have been filled to some extent by keeping older men in service instead of retiring them. On the London buses .500 women are employed as conductors. On all the lines forces have been reduced by cutting off a large proportion of the passenger trains. '' “'

Man Stole a Locomotive.

“By George! I am going to that dance at Paxton’s somehow,” an unidentified young man declared here the other night when informed there would would be no trains going east for some time, according to the Bozeman (Mont.) correspondent of the Spokane (Wash.) Spokesman-Review. He walked over to a lone locomotive, entered the cab and started east, breaking through a closed switch and going out on the main line. Engineer McVicker, in a locomotive, was traveling toward this city when he noticed that the block system registered danger. He saw the smoke of an engine approaching and stopped his own. His fireman jumped and McVicker reversed his engine. Fireman Boehling caught the approaching engine, climbed into the cab, found it “driverless” and brought it to a stop a short distance from McVicker’s engine. No trace of the locomotive thief has been found. He evidently jumped when he saw the other engine approaching.-

World’s. Largest Locomotive.

What is said to be the largest locotlve in the world to run on a three-foot-six-inch gauge has recently been shipped from Great Britain to the order of the South African railroads. It is of the “Mallet” type, the total overall length of engine and tender being 81 feet 2 inches. The design and specifications were drafted in Pretoria.

Express Has Splendid Record.

During the nearly twenty-flvtj years that the Empire State express of the New York Central railroad has been running It has carried approximately eight million passengers without a single fatal accident.

Two Most Dangerous Hours. After investigating 72 railroad wrecks Prof. Hugo Muensterberg finds the majority of signal failures occurs between 11 a. m. and 1 p. m.