Evening Republican, Volume 20, Number 282, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 November 1916 — Page 2

Delmar’s Vacation

By GEORGE ELMER COBB

(Copyright, »16, by W. O. Chapman.) “A leave of absence for a month,” spoke the manager of Morgan & Co., “and your salary check for the full month In advance.” ‘‘But I never asked for a vacation,” explained Lionel Delmar. “That’s why!" smiled the manager. “The firm considers that a man who has worked without a rest for five years needs and deserves a vacation.” *Tm sure I am grateful—yes, and glad,” observed Delmar, warming up to the subject as he saw untrammeled freedom and variety ahead of him. “By the way, I’m going to bury myself with gun and rod up in the wilds of Wisconsin. I’ll send you some deer. How would that do?” “Famous!” “And the cashier, who has been almost as good a friend to me as yourself, a hamper of rare brook trout, eh?” “He’ll appreciate it.” Quite jolly Delmar felt over It all as the idea of a vast pleasurable change began to grow on him. Time was when he could not have afforded the jaunt. But he now felt that it was coming to him and he had two hundred dollars saved up. Saturday was only two days ahead and he spent half of the evening looking over sportsmen’s catalogues and selecting a list for his hunting and camping outfit Then he went out 1 and purchased a basket of fruit and some bakery tri-

A Young Lady Came Out.

fles and proceeded to a near, but much less pretentious, building than the one in which he roomed. “I mustn’t forget poor Dalby’s widow and little Ned,” he soliloquized, “ril slip a tenner into the lad’s hand so they won’t suffer while I’m away.” It was not the first time Delmar had shown little helpful attentions to the Dalbys. John Dalby had worked by his side for years and they had been good friends. Since his death a year previous Delmar had more than once eased the poverty of the patient, plodding widow, who went out as a day seamstress, but«earned barely enough to provide for herself and her little, son, Ned, aged eight. The latter was* an invalid and his illness and needs were a great drawback to his faithful mother. , Just as Delmar was about to enter the street doorway of the old tenement building where the Dalbys lived, a young lady came out. He stepped aside politely to give her room and she flashed a pleased, courteous look upon him. He stood staring after her, for her grace and beauty were a revelation to him. She entered an automobile, the chauffeur started up the machine and Delmar stood like one in a trance with the memory in his mind of the most beautiful girl he had ever gazed upon. “Here we are 1” he cried cheerily, us be entered the rather bare but neat and clean room where little Ned lay ou a couch. Mrs. Dalby was hurrying to the door. She halted as Delmar entered. *Oh, Mr. Delmar!” she exclaimed hurriedly, “won’t you do something for me? A Miss Delicia Warner has just been here. She belongs t 8 'the church guild and they sent her around to see if she could be of any help. She has given me some flannels for Ned, which he badly needs, and when she comes back from a week’s visit 6ut of the city she will get me steady work at good prices among her friends. I just noticed her handbag. Look, her purse is in It and some diamond rings. She and she is going to leave the city tonight." “I met the young lady,” explained Delmar', “but she is far away in her automobile by this time. Have you her address?’’ "Yes, she left her card.” "I will try and reach her quickly.”

promised Delmar, anti was d! like * shot. He took a taxicab and within ten minutes was shown past the portals of a palatial home on an exclusive boulevard. Delmar never forgot the gracious reception awarded him by Miss Warner. She thanked him for his great kindness. She spoke of the gratitude the Dalbys had expressed for his charitable efforts in their behalf. She hoped they would meet again, when she returned to the city, to discuss some plan to make life more tolerable for the widow and her invalid son. Delmar left this beautiful girl, his heart in a flutter, i or'the first time he.ioved, and knew it. Then he faced sore trouble at the Dalby home. The widow was weeplag, the son looked more wan and disheartened thua usual. “Oh, we have sad news!” she apprized Delmar, sobblngly. “The doctor was here while you were gone. He says that an operation only will save ray dear boy’s life. He says it will restore Ned to health, but —” and she broke down, weeping bitterly. “Cheer up!” spoke Delmar heartily. “We’ll have it done.” “But he says it will cost one hun iJ dred and fifty dollars, as he has to engngea specialist." Delmar was slightly “stumped.” Then a noble resolution made him draw himself up two inches taller. “I will provide, the money,” he said. “My dear, good friend, throw all worry off your mind. Be as glad as lam that fortunately I have the money directly on hand to give this poor little fellow the chance of his life.” Then Lionel Delmar proceeded to stay indoors days and skulk about cautiously at night, for he was supposed to be in the great woods of the North by his employers and office associates. He spent most of his time at the Dalby home, and fancied no man w|s happier than he when the operation was gone through with successfully, and the doctors proclaimed a new life for the little sufferer, Ned. About a week after Delmar “had left for the North,” the office managers aL Morgan & Co. received a haunch of fine vonison and the cushier a hamper of splendid fish. Delmar had arranged with a local game market to deliver these with no trace of their city storage. A stupid truckman left a tag on the hamper, Delmar was seen on “the streets and the cat was out of the bog, r “A rare, good-hearted fellow, all the same!” voted the manager. The incident got to the ears of the senior partner. By the time Delmar came back to work, untanned and showing the fatigue of his devoted nursing of little Ned, his employers knew all about his noble sacrifice. And Miss Warner, returning to the city, heard of it, too, from Mrs. Dalby. “Mr. Delmar,” spoke the senior partner one day, “we have decided to give you a twenty-five per cent raise in your salary and another month’s leave of absence, but no nursing this time. You take a genuine vacation, or we’ll fire you!” It was too late in the season then for hunting and fishing, so Delmar went down to a pretty tourist resort, and, oh, wonders! —the Warner family arrived there the following week. Delicia was simply delightful! She needed rest like himself, and they enjoyed quietness and nature together. The sterling qualities of the-man, the generous nature of the girl proved a foundatibrr for mutual attraction, and life was all roses to them the day they realized that there was no shadow of future parting for them.

Shakespeare and Scott.

Those two great geniuses, Shakesspeare and Scott, saw good in everything; and they did not keep their best talk and best manners for literary peopie. In their wonderful way they missed nothing. They heard a chance remark which you or I would forget ; they heard, perhaps, a story told by some dull fellow; and they made it into something beautiful and infinitely pathetic for the everlasting joy of the world. Shakespeare and Scott were gladly received in town —lions whose roaring was always sure of an at tenlive audience —but they both loved the country..too. They both enjoyed country sports and jokes. Scott was a professional lawyer as well as a man of letters, and one day one of his learned friends asked Scott’s small son Why they made more .fuss about his father than anybody else. The little fellow pondered for a moment, and then answered very gravely: “It’s commonly him that sees the hare sitting.”

To Preserve the Eyes.

We can help to preserve our eses by taking heed to the kind of light in which we read, especially avoiding night reading with a poor light, as this is sure to cause eye strain and perhaps the necessity for wearing glasses. Resting the eyes by gazing at distant objects when employed on close work is very beneficial, /and an eye bath night and morning is to be commended, using for it a solution of one teaspoonful of boric acid to a glass of water that has been boiled, or some reputable preparation that cah be purchased at slight,cost. —Exchange.

Evolution of Girls.

Little Bruce De Garis, who is not quite five years old, has begun his education in a private school. On his return one afternoon his mother greeted him as her “little man." “I’m not a little man, mother,” said Bruce, “I’m a little boy.” little boys grow up to be men,” said his mother, “and little girls—what do little girls grow up to be, Bruce?” “School teachers,” replied Bruce.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

BRITISH-FRENCH RIVALRY BRINGS MUTUAL RESPECT

Two Commanders Go Over Parapets Side by Side in Somme Battle. • STORY REPEATED MANY TIMES Old and RecentArrival* From. Great. Britain Look Equally Like Veterans Today—Generous tn Praise of Each Other Are British and French. British Front on the Somme.—-When the big push of the Somme was about to begin and the French and British armies were on the keen edge of expectation. the battalion commander on the extreme right of the British sent word to the battalion commander on the extreme left of the French forces and asked him where he would be in the attack, writes Arno DoschFleurot in the New York World. “I shall be over the parapets with the first wave of my troops,” was the French commander’s reply. f "So shall 1,” was the British commander’s return message; “keep an eye out for me.” So, when the troops were Jammed in the forward trenches waiting for the enormous mine explosions under the German communication trenches, which were to be the signal for the assault, the British commander worked his way to the end of the farthest trench and there he found the French commander. They stood there waiting, side by side, until the terrific explosions tore the German trenches to and the other wtrh "(’barge;" luuped “over the parapets, automatics in handr and led the charge into the German lines. Luckily, both escaped unhurt, and the story of their unusual action has run through the two great allied armies on the Somme. It has gone completely through the British army, in fact, and I first heard it long before I reached the Somme. I heard it so often that I am not sure where I heard it first, but I remember being told it at the table of the divisional commander just south of Ypres, nearly a hundred miles from the Somme. Mutual Good Will. As I kept on hearing this story I began to feel it was a little too pat to be true, but it also struck me that it did not make much difference whether it was or not. Since I have reached the Somme I have had it-con-firmed, but whether it was true or not was nowhere nearly so important as the effect it had upon the troops. It thrilled the allied armies, and gave them a' dramatic example of their brotherhood in arms. Certainly, from the point of view of the British army it has done much toward making them feel good toward the Frenchman fighting beside them. This has interested me, as the relations between the French and the British armies has always-interested me. I know from my own experience With the first British troops that came to France that they had the typical insular attitude of superiority, except in the case of individuals who had seen the French in action and knew at first hand what good soldiers they were. After two years every bit of that is gone. Going about the British front, as I have just been doing, I have been struck, in fact, by the way everyone has made a point of calling attention to the work of the French troops. At most points along the 160-kilometer front the British now hold there were formerly French troops, and the British troops who now occupy these trenches have daily object lessons in , what good soldiers the French must be to do some of the things that are everywhere apparent. Death Toll at Vimy Ridge. I had a striking example of this the Other day when I arrived on the British front. The first place where I approached the firing line was at the Vimy Ridge, north of Arras, a piece of France that has been fought over no less fiercely than the Mort Homme or T.ps Eparges. The fight began at Notre Dame de Lorette, which figured in the French communiques almost daily for months, and as the Germans w’ere pushed out of there by the French poilus they left behind the wreck of Ahlam-St. Nazalre and Souchez before they were forced to the height of Vimy Ridge, which they still held. The little valley in between is soaked with blood. At Notre Danie de Lorette, on a space not over a mile long and 300 yards wide, at least 50,000 men gave up their lives. It is impossible to walk there now without constantly stumbling over boots within which the dry bones rattle in a very ghostly manner. All this magnificent fighting was done by French soldiers, and yet it was the first place to which the British brought me. They have bloody battlefields of their own to show— Ypres, Loos and Neuye Chapelle—but the place they chose showed only what the French had dong. It isrtrue that over on the Vimy Ridge there is a daily battle going on that would be considered Important in any other war, but is never even mentioned in the British communiques. While I wax there the trench mortars >n both

sides were busy and doing harm, too. but no ground was being gained or lost. Generous Praise. Even before we reached the front tire divisional artillery commander, whom we called on as w’e were entering hi* division, told us to take particular note of the excellent French artillery fire, which we would l>e able to see as we advanced over the ground the French had conquered. (Two paragraphs here expunged by the censor.) . Here on the Somme is seen the other side. Small parties of French soldiers frequently pass along the British line, looking over the ground they have gained and with practiced eye, noting the address and courage it took to make these gains. They do DOt MT* much, these visiting French soldiers, largely because they camiQt ..talk with the average British soldier and the average British soldier cannot talk with them, but they look one another over as they go by and the visiting parties confer together, visualizing the course of the various attacks by the trenches and mine craters, and evidently returning to their camps to tell about It. 1-asked a party going th rough here today-what they thought <>f the British advance. One of lliem, a missioned officer, pointed to the complicated series of trenches the British had taken, and to the British front line itself, seven or eight miles away over the captured German trenches, and said: "They could not do more if It were their own country they were reclaiming from the invader.” Up In this part of France one sees very little of the French army nowadays, except for occasional artillery officers and territorial regiments working on the roads. They are keeping the roads in excellent repair, too. AU the front from here to the other side of Ypres is British, and It is ail active, even if one does not hear much except from the Somme. There was a time, when trench warfare was new, when regiments remained opposite each other for months__without serious losses? but~ that is mit true any more." Tlie^lftF 7 velopment of trench bombs and trench mortars has made the mere holding of trenches a costly business. At a number of points along the line where I have touched, the opposing armies were forever blowing each other out. All day they knocked down each other’s defenses and all night they built them up again—a tedious business, and costly in lives as well. On the Vimy Ridge, which I have already mentioned, the Germans hold the crest and the British are immediately under them, never giving them a moment’s rest. The daily casualties on both sides must be considerable, and, as the English seem to be the most active, the Germans must carry away many dead and wounded men every night from that one point—and that is a sector not now spoken of as active. “The Pimple.” Right on the ridge is a slight rise called by the English Tommies “The Pimple," the occasion for that name not being very elegant. It is so called, because, though the British mortars knock It level every day, it rises again every night. It was particularly interesting to me to visit Notre Dame de Lorette. I visited that section eighteen months ago with the French army when the Germans still held the whole district. Then I had been able only to peep out through the trees above at the German trenches. Now I could walk anywhere I liked, with the one danger that the Germans might try shell fire at me. As they have the range of every square yard, they might have tried for the small party of which I was one, but it was not likely. There the depression of war was heavier than anywhere I have ever encountered it. The serried hillsides have grown rankly to weeds, well nourished by the many thousands of dead who He there. It was a place of combat which is to be reckoned with Verdun and the Somme, but the hundreds of connecting trenches are beginning to fall in, and this season the long weeds hide most of them. In the space which lies at every front between the trenches and the arttilery which stands guard over them there is a silence that makes itself felt even in the midst of the constant bombing a mile or so away. The only life is shown by thousands of little birds which rise restlessly and keep dropping back to get the rich seeds from the well fertilized weeds. Bewildered Birds. There are birds also here on the Somme, whole flights of them, no bigger than swallows. I was watching some today under shellfire. They rise and drop in a bewildered way but do not seem to know what to do or where to go. If there is half a minute between shells they turn at once to picking up seeds. In writing about the Somme I find it Is the curious (jetails-jjke this that hold one’s interest at the time. The tremendous drama is'always there bn a scalene can hardly conceive. There is that terrific give and take of shells accompanied by a superhuman coolness of design. The moments when you don’t see destruction right about you It hangs Imminent in the air and keeps you constantly reminded by the shriek of the passing shells and the violent shiver of their arrival.,-An arc of bursting shells with the quick rise of smoke and the rays of the explosion forms a curtain before the enemy, and if you tire of that'you can always look up and watch the British aeroplanes daring the German antiaircraft guns and changing their course every min-

ute to avoid the puffballs of shrapnel that appear in bunches at the spot where they have Just left. In the •hardy wny one has of talking at the front you hear it constantly spoken of ns n “show”—and it is all that. Nothing that could touch it was ever staged. _ ~ . The Somme Battlefield. The appearance of the battlefield Is most remarkable. I have already cabled a description in which I compared it to a cubist painting; nor did that description strain the effect. Just as a picture it is in Itself a strained effect. In a way it reminds one of some of the drawings made of the battlefields of the American Civil war, in the artist tried to show the mass of men on the battlefield, but in the mass they are not like ordinary men. They appear in their very massing to have created something new: Beside me is James H. Hare, the war photographer, suffering for lack of the camera which he was forbidden in this most Intensely interesting spot a photographer could hope to find. But, great photographer as he is, I doubt that his instrument could record that peculiar modern effect oi the battlefield of the Somme. At this stage ofthe war the morale of the meh holds oWs Interest as much as the fight they are making. All about is this new British army, men who nad only vague notions of war two years ago and, until this war broke out, never expected to have a hand in one. Yet here they are as soldierly a lot ns you will find in any army. They look like old soldiers and, in the intensive forcing of new troops this war has caused, they are veterans. - The Australians and Canadians one hears the most about, and, as I saw the Australians and New Zealanders last winter in Egypt just as they came back bored with Gallipoli and eager to get at the Gernlans, I expected to write in particular about them. But now I am here all the troops are so soldierly it would be unfair to distinguish. It is wonderful what has been done with some of the regiments -of—the._most insular and narrow of British- the Midlands. coal miners and plow boys. I cannot tell the regiments of Kent from those of Ulster. Ulster and Dublin. War as a leveler, however, has had Its supreme test here. Some of the Ulster- regiments here found themselves short of officers, I have been told, and it was necessary to supply them with officers from the south of Ireland. There was no objection raised either, and the combination has worked wonderfully well. Surely there could be no greater proof of the dead seriousness of this business than the willingness of Ulster and Dublin men to fight and die together; and when it comes to Ulster men permitting themselves to be led by those from Dublin, the story of the French and British commanders who went over the parapets together is as nothing for dramatic force.

SWAMPED BY FOREIGN GOLD

These are busy days at the government assay office, connected with the United States sub-treasury In New York city. More than $600,000,000 in gold bars have passed through the processes of this office and now the office ds being kept busy both day and night. in the case of foreign shipments, most of which come from France and England consigned to J. P. Morgan and Company, the fiscal agents of the allies in this country, the gold, in huge bars, worth approximately $8,500 each, are shipped by express. The bars are unloaded and conveyed to the assay office under heavy guard. Once in the office, a sample assay is taken and then the rest of the gold melted down, refined and recast into large bars again. — —- Besides this foreign gold the as»ay office refines old gold and silver for jewelers. This business Is quite large at the present time. Mr. Vernle M. Bovie, superintendent of the assay office,. .signing a ten million .dollar check for a shipment of foreign gold just received.

BEARS IN EAST KILL SHEEP

Fifty Slain by Bruin* In Three Months, Say Reports From Pennsylvania Towns. ~ Smethport, Pa.—When James Irons of Irons Hollow, seven miles from this town, went to his barnyard and found the remains of three dead sheep it made a total of 30 sheep that have been killed during the last three months by bears. Reports of depredations of bears affiong sheet come from Clermqnt, Hollow and Robins Brook, south an& east of Smethport. Estimates place the number eff sheep killed in McKean county during the last three months by bears more than fiftv. - .

Strong Drinks Irritate Strong drinks like beer, whiskey, tea and coffee, irritate the kidneys and habitual use tends to weaken them. Dally backache, with headcache, nervousness, dizzy spells and a rheumatic condition should be taken as a warning of kidney trouble. Cut out, or at least moderate, the stimulant, and use Doan’s Kidney Pills. They are fine for weak kidneys. Thousands recommend them. An Illinois Case r Samuel Else man, 130 N. California Ave., Chicago, 111., says: “J suffered intensely from a deepseated pain In my back. The kidney secretions were painful in passage and discolored. Doctors' medicine gave me only temporary relief and other remedies failed to help me until I used Doan’s Kidney Pills. This remedy relieved the backache and other trouble and continued use cured me. I have had little trouble from kidney complaint since.” Ge* Doan’s at Any Stere. BOc a Boa DOAN’S ‘V/VLY FOSTER-MILBURN CO, BUFFALO. N. Y.

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FAMOUS SCIENTIST AS

Visitors Mistaken in Thinking Metchnikoff Was Engaged In Laboratory Experiments.

One day some distinguished visitors who had arrived in Paris and were being escorted about by a committee were taken to call upon the late Professor Metchnikoff (the famous scientist who believed that the secret of long life lay in diet) toward the hour of noon. The laboratory was all but empty, as most of the workers had departed for that sacred meal, the French dejeuner. But Metchnikoff was there himself intent upon a vessel he was holding over a gas burner. “It must be a very interesting experiment that keeps you engaged even at this hour,” remarked one of the committee. “Look for yourself,” said Metchnikoff, and, continuing to stir with a glass tube, held up the dish so that a delicious fragrance rose to the noses of the visitors. “That’s what I’m working at," he laughed, “banana In slices, fried in butter. It is excellent.”—World’s Work.

Judge Steers of Brooklyn, N. Y, rules that a husband may legally spank a wife who refuses kisses. A wise girl knows enough not to pretend to know a lot more.

A Growing Custom! The custom of placing Grape-Nuts on the table at all meals is growing in American homes. Both children and grown - ups help themselves to this delicious food as often as they like. It contains the entire nutriment of wheat and barley, digests quickly, and is wonderfully energizing. , V Every table should have its daily ration of Grape-Nuts “There’s a Reason”