Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 190, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 August 1916 — Page 3

His Own People

By H. M. EGBERT

(Copyright. 1916. by W. G. Chapman.) “The sentence of the court is that Private Albert Kane be dishonorably dismissed from the service of the government” Colonel Scott snapped out the words. Private Albert Kane raised his head and looked at the officers for the first time. Drunkard, wastrel, outcast, he had expected a minimum of two years’ imprisonment. And that was all his sentence —to be dismissed from the regiment. “You’re lucky, Kane. Wish I was in your shoes,” said one of his companions, as he gathered his things together. “Going East, I suppose?” “Yes,” answered Kane nonchalantly, and walked toward the entrance of the camp. Kane was free. He had enlisted six months before, after a year of dissipation, in the vain hope of forgetting the past. Once, so long ago that the memory of that time was like a dream to him, he had been a decent man. He had bad a good position in a western city, and he had loved Dorothy Davis, whom he knew to be the one woman in the world whom he must love forever. At last he had been in a position to ask her to become his wife. And she had broken the news to him that she was engaged to be married. It was to Colonel Scott, a man considerably her senior; and Kane had gathered that if he had asked her sooner , . . however, there was no use speculating about that. Kane gave up his position, and he hardly remembered anything of the year that followed. Suffice it that, at the end of it, he found himself penniless outside an army camp in Texas. He had the sudden thought of redeeming himself. Here, at least, there would be a life of action. Kane enlisted. He found the monotony of army life in the little border post intolerable. He found that Colonel Scott was his

In a Moment He Was Away.

commanding officer. He found that every week he saw Dorothy. He fled from the sight of her, and fortunately for him she did not recognize him in his soldier’s uniform. Once he was sent on a message to her home, and he left the message with the servant and fled. He ate Jils heart out. He became known as the worst soldier in the regiment. He was continually punished. At last he committed a graver offense against discipline than drunkenness and negligence, and was tried by courtmartlal and dishonorably discharged. In his relief from his fate he resolved to go East and try to make a man of himself. But as he stepped, with his bundle upon his arm, across the enclosure, he saw* Dorothy coming toward him. In vain he turned his eyes away. She saw him; she knew him. He saw the look of recognition in her eyes. She stopped. Kane hurried past her, not daring tcf look back. He gained the entrance to the barracks. But he did not go toward the railroad station, as he had planned. Instead, he turned southward toward the border. He walked jauntily past the customhouse, over the bridge, and flung himself upon the ground. He was in Mexico, and he meant never to return. IL Albert Kane looked up into the sky and searched the distant hills. The summer sun was declining, and fts the mescal went out of him he realized bls abasement. For fifteen months he had lived in the squalid Mexican village tw’elve miles beyond the border. At first looked on with suspicion, ne had become completely identified with the' villagers. He sprawled in the adobe hut, an unclean thing, like the creeping lizards about him. Few men have sunk to such depths as Kane had reached. Now, deep in his heart, an elusive memory stirred. It was a memory of America, which had once been dear to him, of a civilised land where human faces looked

Into his instead ot uia orunsh peasants’ eyes. What was it he was remembering? He knew now. Somebody had kicked him. It was the rebel leader Santos, riding by with a hundred troopers. And what was It had been said?

“The Gringo is always drunk. He is harmless. Do not kill him.” Santos had kicked him contemptuously and ridden on his way. But Kane remembered now. He remembered the whispered colloquy. Nobody knew that he understood much Spanish, for he seldom spoke to anyone. But Kane had gathered that the troop was to raid the American camp at sunup.

Slowly the realization of this crept Into his mind. He heard again the laughter of the Mexican leader, his boast of what he would do to the Gringos, his talk of the American women . . ... then slowly, like a flower, Dorothy’s face unfolded before his eyes against the fading West. Kane staggered to his feet and looked about him. Tethered to a nearby hut was a fine stallion, the property of Santos, which he had left there till his return on the morrow, not wishing to risk it in the impending fight, if fight there was to be. Nobody was guarding it Kane crept toward It. He saw the saddle and bridle at the door of a near-by hut In a moment he had placed the saddle on the animal’s back and fastened the girth. He fitted the bridle, hearing shouts as the Mexicans saw him and divined his purpose. Men ran toward him. Kane cut the halter and leaped on the stallion’s back. In a moment he was away, galloping along the road that led toward the border. Behind him he still heard the cries of the stupefied Mexicans.

HI. • . Once out of sight of the village he moved slowly, for before him, miles away, outlined against the horizon, he saw the cavalry of Santos marching. The day died and the stars pame out. Kane rode along the deserted road. It was midnight when he saw far off the winding Rio. Looking down, he saw the camp of the raiders at the foot of the hill. A high bank on either side of him, rising into the mountains, cut off all possibility of a detour. He must ride through the camp. He gave his horse a rest; then, mounting, he continued, very cautiously, until, topping the last hill, he saw the pickets under him. Then he put his horse to the gallop. Faster and faster he drove the stallion down the hill. He heard the shouts of the guard, he caught a vision of men, risen from sleep, staring at him; and then he was running the gantlet between two lines of Mexicans. He heard their excited shouts. Bullets whizzed past him. He felt as it were the sting of a bean through the forearm, through the shoulder. His right hand, pierced, dropped nervelessly from the reins. He felt the blood stream down him. Then he had passed them, and as his snorting horse gathered itself together beneath him he heard the troop, with wild yells, take up the pursuit. The river glistened before him. The current ran fast and strong. Only a moment he hesitated; and, as he did so, he felt another sting under the arm. Then he drove the stallion into the river. * The bullets whipped the water about him. Kane felt his senses leaving him, and an awful faintness. He felt the Icy water wrap him round like a shroud. Behind him his pursuers had halted. No ordinary horse could swim from the south to the north bank of the Rio in flood time. The current was sweeping him away. But before him he saw, white against the night, the tents of his own people. With a last effort Kane spurred the flagging beast beneath the water. The stallion screamed and suddenly began to tread upon the river bottom.

Splashing and plunging, It gained the American side and rushed up the bank. Behind him the Mexicans were still firing, but now the bullets went wild. Kane was in no danger. If only he could pull himself together and reach his goal! He reined in the stallion with his last reserve strength. He walked it slowly through the entrance to the camp. Men were already alert, aroused by the shots, and falling in. Kane heard the colonel’s voice. He saw a woman standing at his side. He stopped the horse in front of the commanding officer. “Santos is leading a party to attack the camp, sir,” he faltered. “I came to —warn yob—” And Kane fell from his horse into the arms of the colonel’s orderly. They carried him into the colonel’s house. Kane opened his eyes after a long interval, to see faces looking into his. He saw the doctor shake his head. A sense of supreme joy thrilled him. It was good to die —it was good that this should be ended —and be ended thus And among the faces he saw that of the colonel’s wife. Her tears fell over him. Katie tried to speak, but there was no need of speech. In that last interchange of looks all was explained, and the reconciliation effected. He had saved others —what did it matter if he could not save himself? And, with his eyes still holding Dorothy’s look, he fell ipsleep.

Undoubted.

“The Jaycubs declare they have a pedigree in the family, but I doubt it” “I don’t Nobody could who ever saw that dog of theirs.”

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

GERMAN SKY MERCHANTMEN MAY SOON VISIT THE UNITED STATES

The Transatlantic Zeppelin and the Cargo-Carrying Airship, No Longer Technical possibilities, They Are Probabilities—Germany Constructs New Super-Zeppelin of Great Speed and Increased Freight-Carrying Capacity.

New York. —Is the cargo-carrying Zeppelin coming next? A cable report says It is, and perhaps people might just as well pocket their scepticism, sit tight and prepare to welcome the aerial wondercraft. The doubting Thomases were bowled over for keeps when the U-boat Deutschland poked her nose in through the capes of the Chesapeake, and, without other K aid than her beautifully running Diesel motors, headed for Baltimore at a tidy clip, writes Robert G. Skerritt in the New York Sun.

The transatlantic Zeppelin and the cargo-carrying airship are no longer merely technical possibilities; they are probabilities. Credible reports from abroad bear this statement out. The fact is the Germans have lately completed and tested a naval superZeppelin, one of a numerous class now under construction, which surpasses by a wide margin anything of the kind heretofore built by the Teutons. So far in advance is this type that the spanning of the Atlantic becomes measurably near. The Germans have striven hard to keep the details of this monster aircraft from the outside world, but the inevitable leak has developed via Lake Constance —that body of water over which the Germans and the Swiss exercise a divided sovereignty. An enterprising Swiss journalist learned of what was going on at Friedrichshafen, and his story was promptly printed. Despite diplomatic efforts the paper got abroad and the information is now available here.

New Super-Zeppelin. Some idea of what the newest Zeppelin, or rather super-Zeppelin, represents in the way of aeronautic development can be gathered from the fact that the cubical capacity of her gas bags is 100 per cent greater than that of the largest naval Zeppelin in commission when war was declared. That is to say, this titan of the air can stow 54,000 cubic meters of gas within her aluminum outer hull. This represents a lifting power equal to the raising of substantially 61 tons. The dead weight of the vessel is a matter of 40 tons, and in the language of the technlclst this leaves a margin of 21 tons for the carriage of useful load. Until the advent of this super-type the Zeppelin had a total length of 4C>B feet and a gas content of from 19,000’ to 20,000 cubic meters. The airship which lately made successful trips over Lake Constance has a hull nearly 788 feet long. And in the matter of shape, Count Zeppelin has made a decided departure from his previous dirigibles. He has chosen a model that offers a much lower resistance to the air, and therefore per unit of horsepower he obtains a speedier and withal a more manageable and economic crdft. Considered from a military point of view these gains are of the greatest importance. With controlability and added speed the builder secures longer range, added weatherliness and powers of offense and defense of an exceptional order.

Driven by Seven Propellers. According to the cabled reports the super-Zeppelin is driven by seven propellers. There are three on each side, supported laterally by outstanding fins, and the seventh propeller projects aft from the rear gondola. This arrangement is influenced by the modified form of the after body of the hull. The super-Zeppelin has three gondolas in which are placed the motive power and a fourth gondola or central control station which is partly housed within the body of the keel. The latter forms in addition to the backbone of the craft a connecting passageway fore and aft by which all of the cars can be reached under cover.

The gondolas are all armored with thin steel plating of a special sort which has unusual defensive properties. The central station or car is the navigational position and also the point from which bombs or a new type of aerial torpedo can be launched. The launching apparatus reflects the experience of the war. The discharge is controlled electrically and it is said that much greater accuracy in hitting is obtainable than hits been possible heretofore.

Each of the engine-bearing gondolas carries an armament consisting of a new model of semiautomatic gun and a number of machine guns. But there are other directiops in which the super-Zeppelin has increased her powers of attack. Forward and aft on each side are housed rapld-firers. These are installed inside recesses within the outer envelope and are normally concealed. In time of action, the sheltering cover is dropped and the guns stand out where they can command wide angles of fire laterally and in a vertical plane. This is-a distinct departure.

Offensive and Defensive. On top of the airship, near the bow, is an eighth gun emplacement, and the weapons there are machine guns and a novel type of small rapid-fire mortars. This feature is designed to deal particularly with attacking aeroplanes that might seek to assail the dirigible from aloft the most prom-

ising avenue of approach hitherto. The mortars throw a new order of aerial bomb which is said to be more effective than shrapnel in dealing with heavier-than-alr flying machines. The maximum elevation of these pieces gives a nearly overhead fire. During the tests over Friedrichshafen on Lake Constance the super-Zeppelin showed that she was capable of mounting aloft at an astonishing speed and a maximum altitude of 15,000 feet was attained. With her nose pointed upward and her engines adding their lift to the buoyant gas in the bags, the dirigible climbed skyward at the rate of 2,000 feet a minute.

The aeroplane that can ascend at a velocity of 800 feet a minute is doing well. The super-Zeppelin will cover the entire field of aerial scouting. She can do this without fear of interference from-below. The best of the anti-aircraft guns have a vertical range of but 10,000 feet, while the newest Zeppelins can mount securely to an added height of 5,000 feet. At a height of 5,000 feet an observer over the water has a radius of observation of something like 80 miles. From such a coign of vantage it would be extremely easy to watch the fall of shot at ranges of 15,000 yards and more. It gives to the gunner afloat the power of telling hits by indirect fire, assuming that a bank of fog intervened. The admiral without such means of aerial spotting ds to ajl intents and purposes blind.

Send and Receive. Wireless. It must be remembered that while the aeroplane can dispatch wireless messages it is incapable of receiving them owing to the racket made by its noisy engines. The Zeppelin, on the other hand, is not so hampered, and therefore can both transmit and receive wireless communications.

The super-Zeppelin of the latest pattern carries a crew numbering something like 40 all told. During cruising periods half of these men are on duty at a time. All of them are engaged only when the aircraft is in action and every gun maimed. Heretofore the cruising endurance of the Zeppelins has been roundly a matter of 1,000 nautical miles. The greatly increased fhioyancy of the super-Zep-pelin suggests that it will be entirely practicable to carry more than double the proportion of fuel per unit of horsepower. Not only this, but the improved form of the hull has greatly reduced the air resistance and therefore augmented the propulsive effort of the engines. It is not improbable that the dirigible which made her maiden trial trip a month ago is able to cover something like 3,000 knots before replenishing her supplies. Just as the fighting submarine blazed the way for the cargo-carrying submarine Deutschland, so the newest super-Zeppelin points logically to the practicability of a transatlantic flight and the carriage of either passengers or cargo. Of course, the quantity of freight would be relatively less than that of a submarine of commerce, but then the element of time saved and the value of the freight might easily make a service of that sort well worth the while. Indeed, it Is quite conceivable that the aerial trader could make the journey from continent to continent with far less likelihood of capture or interference than that menacing the under-water cargo carrier. Navigation Problems Solved. The transatlantic aerial freighter would be stripped of its military character just as has been done in the case

TWO GIRLS ON LONG MOTORCYCLE TRIP

To prove that woipen are an important factor tn national preparedness and as resourceful as men in emergencies, the Misses Adeline and Augusta Van Buren of New York, descendants of President Martin Van Buren, started from New York for San. Francisco on the first motorclcle trip across the continent ever attempted by members of their sex. They expect to cover the 3,814 miles of the trip in easy stages of one hundred to two hundred miles a day, and te reach the Golden Gate about August 31.

of the U-boat Deutschland, and this would Increase the possible profitmaking cargo. The navigational problems need not balk the Germans. The work the kaiser’s Zeppelins have already done both In time of peace and during the present conflict has shown the sureness with which the boats can be guided night or day from point to point. Long before the outbreak of hostilities the passenger-carrying Zeppelin Victoria Luise made more than 400 trips, and up to the four hundredth run covered nearly 30,000 miles, carrying upon each run 21 passengers. With all of the experience gained since then, what may not the advent of the super-Zeppelin augur?

BEAUTY TURNS ACTRESS

Mme. Fernando Rocchi Riabouchlnsky, who attracted considerable attention because of her remarkable beauty when she came to New York city with her husband, Nicholas Riabouchinsky, a wealthy Russian who has been identified with the diplomatic service of his country, is now to go on the stage.

DOES MOVIE ACT; SUES CITY

Rochester Man Goes Through Some Rough Work With Auto on Road. r Rochester, N. Y. —Arthur E. Brown did about everything expected of a slapstick motion picture comedian out the Scottsville road the other night, according to his adventures as told in a claim for sllO filed against the city.

Mr. Brown was operating an automobile through an unlighted detour, when a rear wheel went into mud considerably over the rim and refused to budge. Brown went around to the recalcitrant wheel and tried to pull the car free. Instead, according to the complaint, this happened: “I sank deep into the soft earth or ashes and fell Into a hole filled with iron, tin cans, sticks and other sorts of rubbish, sustaining a deep cut or gash on my right hand, bruises on my left side directly under my left arm, a severe jarring, causing me to become sick, sore, lame and disabled, and I am still sick, sore, lame and disabled, and my suit of clothes worn at this time became soaked with filthy water and mud and is ruined, and my eyeglasses were jarred from my nose and were broken. A sharp iron projecting about two feet broke the right eyeglass and tore the right corner of my eye.”

HIS PRESENCE HERE

The “Vision of God” Is Not Hidden or Withheld From Mankind. I have been asked to speak to yoni upon the thought of the “Vision of God.” It is, I feel, most holy ground to. tread. Let us try to approach it in the< spirit of devout reverence. The subject is bound up with thet personal side of religious life. Alli vision is personal, whether it be an Image conveyed to the brain from thei retina of the eye or the conception conveyed by “the heart" to the Inner man. No two persons will see exactly the same .thing. They will view It at a different angle; or one is short-sighted and another long-sighted. The impression produced cannot be the same, and some are blind altogether, and can see nothing. So also it is with the spiritual vision. We must not all expect to see the same thing at the same time in the same way. We share with one another the blessings and privileges of corporate life In the church. But from the cradle to the grave there are deep things in life which we cannot share and whichi our powers tof expression could not, perhaps, communicate to others. There must be much loneliness In the spiritual life. The blessedness of “the vision of God” can only be fragmentarily Interpreted In words that fall short of actual experience, or in imagery that will convey no adequate meaning to another mind.

Visions That Were Alike. By “the Vision of God” I am not referring to that which, at ordinary times, Is a rare, 'and, at the most, a. very intermittent experience of spiritual life. The visions of the Prophets Isaiah and Ezekiel, the visions of St. Paul and St. John were varied in chara*cter. But they were alike in this, that they represented no continuous condition of spiritual privilege, and, in a great measure, they seem to have been accompanied by a kind of suspense of mental activity. On a minor scale, I daresay something similar has occurred in the spiritual experience of a large number of people. It has been granted at times of deep spiritual contemplation, at moments of intense prayer, and on occasions of sore peril and anxiety. Slowly, very slowly, the divine will works out the accomplishment both of creative and of redemptive purpose. It is hard for man, in his short-lived hurry pf self-importance, to see any vision of God in the welter of warring nations. But he that can see God in the face of Jesus Christ has caught something of that vision which will transform his I conception of the universe, and enable him to look for the triumph of love toward'the human race above and behind the spectacle of the hideous carnage in the world’s most universal and most deadly war.

World's Need Today. We know, indeed, that there are those who exclaim that contemporary events only prove that Christianity is a failure, and that a new gospel is wanted. But it is not so much a revised gospel that we need as a purer and more humble spirit to receive and welcome the old one, Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, today, and forever. Amid the ghastly orgy Of slaughter we crave, again and again, for that “Vision of God” which is the only source of true comfort, peace and, hope. All humanity in this hour of distress and bereavement seems to be stretching out imploring hands Godward. Where is the promise of his presence? Cannot even the Savior’s supreme brotherhood intervene? Man’s nature Is not altered; millions of years Intervene between the envy that prompted the first solitary, barbarous, murderous blow and the envy that has incited to the massacre of millions of the world’s most civilized and Christian peoples. The evil only differs in degree of sufferipg. “The Vision” is not hidden or withheld. High above the deluge of blood stretches the bow bf peace and its promise of mercy. Never, I dare to say, has the sacrament of the Lord’s own body and blood been so genuinely , hallowed to the believer’s heart as the appointed means for the renewal in the Inner life of “the Vision of God” as It has been during the agony and stress of this European conflict, in the hours of suffering, of aching suspense, and agitation. God is always with us. And If on earth there can be no vision of God in the fullness of the divine nature, there Is a wonderful promise for the future: “Beloved, now are we the children of God, and It is not yet made manifest what we shall be. We know that when he Is made manifest we shall be like unto him, for we shall see him face to fade” (I John 3:1,2). — Rev. Ralph Hall.

Way of the True Christian.

Some men will follow Christ on certain conditions —if he will not lead, them through rough roads; if he will not enjoin them any painful tasks; if the sun and wind do not annoy them; if he will remit a part of bin plan and order. But the true Christian, who has the spirit of Jesus, will say, as Ruth said to Naomi: “Whither thou goest I will go,” whatever difficulties and dangers may be in th® way.—Richard CeclL

Wouldn’t Be Wooden.

The near-sighted woman who talked* to an Indian in front of a cigar store] about his soul’s salvation declared] afterward that she would rather talk' to a wooden man than be a wooden Christian and never talk to anybody,—! Christian Herald. t