Evening Republican, Volume 59, Number 85, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 1 May 1917 — Page 3

The Double Love

By Walter Joseph Delaney

(Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.) “I have something serious to say to you, Phyllis." There Ray Landis was halted abruptly, for Phyllis Eastburn had placed one of her pretty white fingers across his lips. Then, snatching it away and flushing and paling by turns, she lifted both shapely hands to her pearly pink ears and had him routed completely !” “I won’t hear it!” she cried defiantly. “I know what it is—that is, I mean we are the very best and jolllest of friends, aren’t we? Some other time.” Ray, shrugged his shoulders resignedly. They were, indeed, good friends, and had been that, and only that, for two years or more. Light-hearted and gentle-spirited sprite' that she was, Ray sighed and realized it, and deferred the “something serious” he had to say, little dreaming the true reason why Phyllis had acted so peremptorily. For he was minded to tell her that friends and busy-bodies were speaking of their possible engagement, and that, because he loved another, a certain Nellie Warren, he wished to have her understand his position. Manly young fellow that he was, pleasurable as was the company of Phyllis, whom he adored in a brotherly way, he felt

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guilty. Unconsciously they had drifted along, more like two chums than lovers. Perhaps he had done wrong in monopolizing her company, but enjoyed this mutual companionshljLSP delightfully that until just now he had not analyzed the Injustice he might be doing her. He would have been surprised could he have looked into the secret mind of the singularly sweet and erratic maiden. She had impelled silence because she had feared a declaration of love. And to answer him truthfully she might break her dear good heart, she had girlishly decided. For she loved Ray as a sister. As to real love, that had not as yet come into her innocent, buoyant life. “Ah! by the way,” she added, as Ray turned away to depart, “there is something I want you to dp.” “Yes?” he Interrogated, with his usual pleasant smile. “You remember that calendar poster we saw at Nellie Warren’s home last evening?” Ray nodded assentlngly. He strove to conceal some trepidation, for Nellie was the veritable idol of his soul. “Well, I want one. I think the face in the picture is the most angelic I have ever seen. I noticed that it advertises Ward & Chandler, dealers in art goods. Couldn’t you get me one, Ray?” “I shall certainly try,” he replied. “I’ll start after it right now.” “You won’t forget Here,” added Phyllis-in her quick, impetuous way, “this will be a reminder.” She unstrung a bit of pink ribbon from her neck, and, brushing aside his outer coat, affixed the delicate fragment to a button on the inner one. “When will I see you again?” she “This evening, if you have no objection.” "Have I ever had?” challenged Phyllis ; "only—no serious lecture, dear friend!” and she emphasized the last word.” “Phyllis is simply Impossible!” uttered the young man, as he left the grounds of the Eastburn home. “I hope I haven’t made the Impression I fear, or am I a misguided boob, imagining that she cares anything for me? t hope not. All the same, dear artless creature that she is, if I hadn’t tnfet Nellie, it might have all come out differently.” , Ray .want on his way. He visited

Ward & Chandler’s forthwith. He stated his mission. The store manager smiled as he preferred his request for the calendar. “Sorry,” he said; “we have had constant calls for that calenda|, although it is two years since we distributed a limited number. One of our new ones, now —” - “No,” demurred Ray. “A young lady friend of mine was particularly attracted by the one I described. ‘Dear Heart’ it was called, I “You’re right," nodded the manager. “It was quite a hit for Paul I|Vlnters, the artist who made the original.” “Who’s he?” inquired Ray. “A young artist, and, say, I think we havehis address. Yes, here it is,” and, consulting a card, he announced: “Webster building.” “Thank you,” spoke Ray, and ten minutes later reached the address given. The building was given over to offices and studios. He arrived at a roonvon its top floor, to be admitted to a dingy, poorly furnished apartment. A young man with a worn, but Intellectual face answered to Paul Winters, and Ray stated the object of his call. The artist’s face whs illumined by a transient smile. “I am pleased to think that my humble effort is prized so highly,” he said. “Miss Eastburn tells me that the face in your picture has appeared to her as the most beautiful she has ever seen,” explained Ray. “It’s original was that of my mother when she was a young girl,” said the artist reverently, in a low, intense tone. “If you will leave me the address, I will send a copy to Miss Eastburn. I think I know where I can get one.” “And any expense yon may be put to,” began Ray, but the other silenced him with a quick gesture of pride and that way the end of the Interview. Ray left the place, feeling that the surroundings and appearance of this gracious donor did not indicate freedom from illness, perhaps poverty, but he saw no way to follow out an impulse to proffer aid that appealed to his sympathetic mind. It was the next day that Phyllis, running down the front steps of her home, halted with a shock. A young man who walked as though weak or ill, had advanced from the street into the grounds. Suddenly he tottered, sank to a rustic seat, closed his eyes and fell over to one side, prostrated. There was something in his face that at once attracted Phyllis. She started in speedy comprehension as a roll dropped from his hand, and, spreading open, revealed the coveted calendar poster. Then she sped back into the house, reappearing with her elder brother and excitedly chattering forth her suspicion that the insensible visitor was the artist whom Ray had seen. Ray, himself, appeared on the scene at that moment. The artist partially recovered. His tired, mournful eyes rested fascinated upon the, eager, s sympathetic face of Phyllis. “If this is Miss Eastburn,” he spoke with some difficulty, “I have brought the picture you seemed to like.” “How can I thank you?” Phyllis expressed herself warmly. “So much trouble, and you are ill?” “My auto is at the curb and I will be glad to see you home, Mr. Winters,” said Ray, and assisted the artist to the street. "Now then,” he added peremptorily, when they were alone in the machine, “it is my home you are going to. Come, old fellow! I can read your trouble and Pm man enough to risk offending your pride by insisting upon helping you.” He had guessed right. Dark days had come for Paul Winters —poverty, the actual lack of sustaining food. His pride broke down under the kindly Influence of the genuine friendly sympathy of Ray Landis. It was Ray who put him on his feet again. It was Phyllis who co-oper-ated in making his visits to the Eastburn home periods of full content and happiness for the young artist. And one day Ray Woke up to the fact that Phyllis, who had loved him through the years only in a sisterly way, had, like himself, found her real affinity. “Always good friends—oh, never otherwise!” said Phyllis one day when they were revealed soul to soul. “And you have further blessed my life by bringing into it the being who has rounded its completeness!”

War Story Movie Men Overlooked.

During the Civil war Charles W. Hubner, an Atlanta Pioneer who is still with us, was a Confederate soldier in the First Tennessee regiment. His father, John Adam Hubner, was a federal soldier in an lowa regiment. Father and son were fighting on opposite sides. Miss Ida Southworth ‘was the fiancee of Maj. Charles Hubner. She was a volunteer nurse during the war. At the battle of Shiloh the elder Hubner was seriously wounded, and it became her duty to attend him, but she did not know who he was. After the war, when she and Maj. Charles Hubner were married, she spoke of nursing a Hubner, who was a Union soldier. For the first time she learned that her Union patient was the father of her Confederate lover.—Atlanta Constitution.

Preferred.

At a certain camp the soldiers have been complaining recently about the scanty fare of meat that** is often served up to them, and the corporal was walking around at the tea time recently, and, noticing a tea leaf swimming on the top of a comrade’s pot, he remarked: “Ah, I see we’re going to have a strafiger today!” To which a Tommy replied “Aye, and let us hope that it will be the butcher!” Pearson’s Weekly.

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Morning Dress of Two Fabrics

At least two fabrics, or two patterns in one fabric, are combined in the majority of new blouses and dresses, for the Sake of variety. Much to the satisfaction of designers, by this means colors are enhanced in value and the decorative importance of pockets, collars, cuffs and belts is increased. Besides it gives opportunity for the exercise of individual taste and ingenuity. Fabrics are associated in pairs that harmonize particularly well, as net with taffeta or net with lace, silk or satin with georgette crepe or chiffon, satin with velvet and satin with soft wool materials. The new silk materials for summer wear are made in plain and figured patterns that are used together, or two plain colors in the same silk are combined, as in the morning suit shown in the picture, and cotton goods are managed in the same way. For the woman who prides herself on her resourcefulness and economy, this combination of materials and colors offers endless opportunities. Many an old dress by the addition of a new

Crepe-Meteor Frock in New Design

There is a flavor of days gone by, along with distinctly new and ingenious designing, in this two-piece frock of crepe meteor.. The old-fashioned reticule is recalled by the finish of the sash ends and the fine, knife-plaited frills seem an echo from the past. Happy the artist who can add remembered charms by by-gone days, along with others that are new and original, to the gown of today. This frock is interesting because it is pretty and original and because it presents good ideas for remodeling an old dress. The model as pictured*is made of gray crepe meteor having rather large, figured disks in self-color, brocaded over its surface. The -figures are ly scattered and hardly visible. The skirt is plain with a wide hem turned up on'the right side. A frill of the material, made of very fine knife plaiting is set under the top edge of the hem. A skirt that needs to be lengthened'might have a wide piece of material set on at the bottom, and this would need to be just twice as wide as the additional length required. It need not be of the same pattern or material aS the skirt, but the harrow plaiting should be; and the frock should be kept all in one color. The blouse, with peplum, is wonderfully well designed, with the fullness taken up by two rows of shirrings on

material, in the hands of a clever manager, comes out for a second season of usefulness, a triumph of good art. The shirt and blouse shown in the picture are made of a sports silk in two colors. The suit Is a mddel that is used for sports wear and for the simplest morning suits that do much good service in the country, made of cotton or linen goods. The skirt is made in a darker color than the blouse and is plain with its fullness laid in plaits. The blouse is plain except for a square emplacement of the material at the front, set in with piping. This is finished with very small buttons. A long, narrow girdle of the material hardly defines the waistline, and it is looped over at the front. The dark material of the skirt is used for the cuffs and the square pa tell pockets and small buttons, like those at the neck, finish the cuffs. The collar, also, is of the dark material. Hardly any of the popular one-piece frocks are constructed of just one material, and in sheer, soft goods lovely effects result from the use of one color over another.

the shoulder. The shoulder seam is lengthened and the blouse cut to accomplish a high neck at the back, with the throat open and filled in by extra frills of crepe. It opens all the way down the front and is gathered into a narrow belt at the waistline. This is covered by a soft crushed girdle of the crepe meteor finished with a knot and two hanging ends at the front. The ends of the sash are rounded and the turned up hems, edged with frills, have the appearance of pockets or bags.

The Newest Decoration.

The spring glove shows a deal of stitching and embioidery, and the newest decoration for frocks and blouses is a running stitch put in with sewing silk, several colors being used in closely set lines. The colors have nothing to do with the shade of silk used for sewing up the seams of the costume.; silk for thik’ purpose invariably matches the material. .

Wooden Beads Trim Hats.

A straw-colored straw hat is embroidered in wooden beads of all sizes and a girdle composed of strands of the beads goes with it.

HAPPENINGS in the CITIES

Real and Foster Father in Fight for Boy KANSAS CITY. — Willie Platz, a tow-haire.d boy fifteen years old, was arrested at Tenth and Oak streets while he was cranking another man’s car—-and thereby he found a father. Fred E. Robertp stepped from the Y. M«

car locks was taken from the pocket of his knee trousers, and he admitted he knew how to run a car, but denied he Intended either to steak or to go joy riding. “Where do you live?” the matron asked. “I live with Frank Platz. 215 Benton boulevard. But,” he added, “he’s not my father. I’ve never seen either my father or mother.” Investigation pro. ed the lad was correct. Fourteen and a half years ago, according to the story told by Mr. Platz, a well-dressed man came to the Plats home late one winter night and engaged them to keep his baby for two weeks. He never gave his name or his reason, other than that the child s mother and he had disagreed. He paid two weeks’ board for the baby and promised to return for it, but he never came. Willie —that’s the name Mr. and Mrs. Platz gave their adopted child—grew both In size and in their affections. They never tried to find his father until a few months ago, when they made some investigations and believed that they had discovered the father living at 3616 Gladstone boulevard. The man’s name was John Cavanaugh and they supposed him to be master of the big house. A reporter found Cavanaugh was only an employee, the houseman. When told his boy was in custody at police headquarters he exclaimed: “What! My boy?” “Yes. Haven’t you a son?” . “Yes, I have," Cavanaugh said, “but I have not seen him for more than fourteen years, although I knew where he was.” Cavanaugh promised to go to juvenile court and help his son, but Mr. Platz said he would do everything in his power to keep possession of the child he had reared, and whom he considers as belonging to him.

Hindoo Will “Load Down” Bride With Jewels OMAHA- — A mysterious Hindoo prince with a casket of jewels worth $1,000,000 —one of the jewels being a priceless pearl necklace —was married in Omaha recently and is now en route to India, his bride and jewels with him.

The casket was so valuable that while its owner was in Omaha it was kept in the vaults of the First National bank, and when the prince and his wife started for the Orient an attorney stood guard over the treasure all the _ way to Sah Francisco. The prince had become Anglicized, was educated in England, and has taken the English name of Peter E. C. Paul. His home is in the hill country north of Calcutta. The jewels were in Baltimore and were brought to

Omaha by Edward P. Snflth, an Omaha attorney. The marriage license was issued to Paul and Miss Lu tfesa Widenga of Sioux City, la., and the marriage was performed at the Greek Orthodox church in Omaha by Rev, Gust Harvalis, pastor. On the trip" to San Francisco the jewelry was guarded by Attorney Warren Howard of Omaha, who is in Smith’s law office. When the prince arrived in Omaha he was on a stretcher. He was taken to the Fontenelle hotel and was given a suite of rooms. Here he denied himself to everyone. When reporters, attracted by the name “Calcutta” on the marriage license books, attempted to see him they were politely and firmly denied admission. A trained nurse met them at the door, smiled, and said, “Good morning. Nothing doing.” The great pearl collar was- the most valuable of the jewels. In addition, there were diamonds, in finger rings, in pins, and in ornaments; and there were rubies and emeralds and a mass of Oriental stones and jewels. The prince met Miss Widenga in Austin, Tex. The $1,000,000 worth of jewels was given to the bride immediately after the ceremony, and she was told, It is said, that when she reached India the prince would load her down with jewels.

Near Riot Followed Eqjing of “Forbidden Fruit” BOSTON. —Mrs. Levine ate an onion. The other night the meeting of the Malden Mothers’ league In Bryant hall was converted into a hair-pulling session and almost ended in a riot as a result. As Eve partook of the forbidden fruit in the garden so did Mrs.

slstible her apology proved poor balm for the wounded feelings of her dumfounded compatriots. A commotion followed, during which cries of sympathizers to the effect of, “Have a heart; maybe an onion’s her weakness,” only served to enrage the feelings of others. The matter was finally arbitrated along the lines of every woman having a weak moment at least once in her life and of the irresistible qualities of the Impressive and fragrant onion. From now opt IftMalden, if Willie Jones’ breath smells of onions then Jimmy Smith’s back is closed to him.

Faithful Subway Mule Retires as Pensioner NEW YORK. —It isn’t at all likely that the public will care a rap, but Dick Croker has gone into and come out of the subway for the last time. He’s retired. Dick Croker is the stable name for a bay mule in the contracting

outfit of Degnon & Co., He was named after the old Tammany boss because he had a constitution of iron and kept plugging aWay under several administrations. —— : ~ He was the first mule to engage la subway work, and in so far as it was possible, working as he did in the dark, he has seen all the subways constructed. Some time ago M. J. Degnon was informed by Dave Degnon, stable boss, that Dick was due to have a birthday.

“How old is her “Thirty years, by his teeth,” replied Dave. "Then it is time for him to retire and get something out of life,” said M. J. “Have him cut off the subway list and send him out to my place on Merrick road, where the oats are fine in winter and the grass is lush. From now on he’ll be a pensioner.” -- “That mule,” said Dave Degnon, “was the grandpap of the business. His side kick, Tom Platt, quit business six years ago. When a mule grows gray tn the business it Is time for him to quit.” # - " • ' ’

C. A. building and found the boy apparently about to make off. “What are you doing?” Roberts asked. The boy seemed confused and was unable to explain, so Roberts called two officers, The boy was taken to police headquarters for investigation. There, in the matron’s room, he told an inconsistent story of a man who asked him to start his car while he stepped into a nearby store for a minute. A bunck of keys to motor-

Levine allow a gnawing desire for an onion to cause her to fall from grace In the Mothers’ league. F6r, be it known, the delectable and detectable onion Is among the forbidden “fruits” In the present boycott. If Mrs. Levine had not been one of the important pickets in the siege of grocers her indiscretion might not have assumed such alarming proportions. But when she publicly confessed that the call of the onion had proved irre-