Evening Republican, Volume 59, Number 98, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 16 May 1917 — Page 3

Through Fate

By Florence L. Henderson

(Copyright, 1917, by W. G. Chapman.) Miss Eunice Chandler languidly nodded approval, as she critically regarded the young lady whom Tilson & Co. had sent to exhibit the latest thing in dress. Ora Valette, the cloak model of the establishment, had robed herself at the behest of this wealthy patroness. Her graceful figure added a great deal to the general effect. “That dress you may leave,” directed the lady of fashion and exclusiveness. “Thanks for your trouble.” And then she forgot Ora and returned to a perusal of her novel. Ora could not help glancing at herself in a long mirror as she stepped Into the next room. Her color heightened with pleasure, for she was conscious of the fact that the elegant out(fit she had donned quite became her. IShe was not a whit covetous or envious, hut- she really would have liked ■to possess one-tenth of what Miss Chandler wasted monthly. Visits to istately mansions to exhibit the wares ■ of the store were common to Ora. ■QwtsldiEL.at.her ness of voice, face and manner that ■soothed the exclusive clients. About to remove the attire In which ishe looked the princess complete, Ora started, bent her ear, and a quick token of alarm assailed her ear. “Fire I” The word rang out from below. 'There was a growing babel of voices, a iswiftly Increasing taint of smoke pervaded the air. Ora ran back Into the •other room. It was to face a belching volume of smoke that blurred her sight. A scream, then a moan, then a fall — iMiss Chandler had arisen in alarm and Lad sunk prostrated with terror. Ora

Struck the Thick Glass Pane.

comprehended the peril of the moment. She seized her helpless patroness and half-carried, half-dragged her _ Into the hallway. She., managed to reach the head of the stairs, slipped, ■slid their length somehow. A frenzied servant stood at the next landing, •wringing her hands in frantic distress. “My young mistress, Miss Chandler!” she walled. “Take her.” ordered Ora, and. ran upstairs again. Miss Chandler might care little for the destruction of her easily acquired wardrobe, but to Ora her one street suit was much. She regained the rdom from whence she had just rescued its mistress. It and the adjoining one were now filled with '.smoke. Or a, confused, groped her way back to the hall. A bright glare shot up where the stairway was. Ora continued to retreat, hoping to discover some other avenue leading to the floors below. The deadly foe beat her back. She was nearly suffocated when she reached a door, pushed it open, and found herself in what seemed to Ibe a large storeroom. She slammed -the door shut to keep the fife'a'tbay. and rati to the one window of the room* .to look out. Ora was fully frightened as she noted that the ground was fully 30 ifeet below. She tried to lift the heavy sash, but her strength was not equal to the task. The air was growing .more and more oppressive, and she •could hear the crackling of .flames In • the passageway beyond the door she had just closed. . “I must get through the window some way !”• she breathed flutterlngly. . Ora seized a chair, lifted it and struck the thick glass pane. It shattered; she peered through the aperture. A well-dressed young man was runining past through the rear yard, his ; eyes lifted, scanning the upper wlnidows as though with a definite purlpose in view. “Ah!” he (exclaimed, as if with satlijfnction, darted back to avoid the descending shower of glass, And then .shouted up to Ora; ■ -

“Remain there just a. moment!” He disappeared, but to speedily return with a long, light ladder. He dropped its top across the window coping, ran up it nimbly. "Now, then!” he spoke, bracing his feet and opening his arm?. „ “Just IB^time!” he a’dded, for a tongue of flame darted through the transom of the room. Ota was so weak and trembling that she hesitated with no false prudery to accept the shelter of those strohg, reliant arms. Her rescuer was handsome, nothing loth to enfold a beauteous creature, faultlessly attired. They reached the ground safely without a jar. ■■■ » - . they brought out Miss Chandler. She was hysterical, but told me there was a young lady in the house. The front was all ablaze. I rounded the house; Lucky stars! there you were!” Ora smiled at the ingenious offhandedness of this admirable young man. frank and unassuming to the point of oddity. i “Wraps lost. I suppose.”_he proceeded briskly. “Friend of Miss Chandler? My brother is engaged to her. Car near-hyr I must get you home. This way, and we’ll evade the crowd.” “I am not—” began truthful Ora, but she was not allowed to disclose the fact that she was not so fortunate as to be a frietfd of Miss Chandler, as the young man hhd supposed, but u very humble caterer, indeed, to the whims of style of that votary of fashion. The smoke choked her utterance and her escort breasted a crowd to reach an automobile in which Ora soon found herself, and the young man by her side. “Now, then,” he spoke, when they Jiad. house, “what is the address?” “Twenty-two Danbury place,” said Ora. ‘‘but I cannot put you to the trouble of driving me there.” . ........ ■■■ She noticed an expression of surprise come into her escort’s face. It was apparent that he knew that Danbury place was located in the poorest quarter of the city. “I am afraid that my borrowed fin-: ery and the fact that I was in the Chandler home have misled you,” she spoke out abruptly, deception and false pride having no part in honest Ora’s nature. “‘Borrowed finery?'” repeated Mr. Dale Gregory vaguely. He listened with eyes full of interest. He laughed in a free, jolly way at the conclusion of the brief narrative. “Why, its like a story book!” he cried? stimulated by the fantastic situation. “I declare! but where do I come in?” “Oh. you are the hero of the occasion—l shall never forget that,” said Ora. and her gratitude was sincere. To the heroic, the sensational in the episode of the hour there was added a touch of real pathos, Dale Gregory realized, as, safely leaving Ora at her humble home, he drove away thoughtfniapnd roused ‘cohßhlerably out of his normal self. “Sweet, patient little creature!” he mused. “What contrasts In life! Why, really, she has brought out sorn£ sense of my real worthiness. What will my friends say to the hero layout? I declare, it’s like a genuine stage romance.” Of course Miss Chandler sent for Ora. Shallow-souled amid her indolent life as she was. the society girl fully recognized the deep debt of gratitude she owed. Then, of course. Dale Gregory’s part in the fire rescue came to light. * “I’ve won her!” the ardent young man told his brother one day, “and If you will put off your union with Eunice a month or two, we w#l have a double wedding In the family.”

The Paradise of Artists.

The death of William M. Chase brings to mind a story that that artist used to tell in the course of a lecture on Japan. . “I was standing on a railway platform In Japan, waiting for a train, and whiling away my time by watching a particularly beautiful sunset. “Suddenly a freight train pulled in. and, stopping in front of me, cut off my ■view. Being a good American, and trained in a very proper xespect for ‘business,’ I merely turned philosophically away and proceeded to look at something else. In a moment, however, the station master appeared at my side and inquired with politest of bows if I had been enjoying the sunset. “I admitted that I had, and smiling accepted his apology for the Intrusion of the train. Of course I recognized that trains were the first consideration in stations, I said. “Imagine my surprise, then, when the little* .Tftpanese shook his head firm}y. J Bnt no,’ he satd, bowing evenmore deeply than before, ‘the train must not be allowed to obstruct the honorable artistic traveler’s honorable esthetic enjoyment!’—or words to that effect. ‘I will cause it to withdraw.’ “And he actually did precisely that!” —Youth’s Companion.

Father Not Efficient.

Johnny B , who has seen eight summers go by, not very long ago developed a fondness for playing ’“hookey” from school. After two or three offenses of this kind he was taken to task by his teacher. “Johnny,” she said, •‘the next time you are absent I want you to bring me an excuse from your father telling me why you were not here.” “I, don’t want to bring an excuse from my father.” protested the boy. “Why not?” asked the teacher, her suspicion plain. ‘ ‘ “ ’Cause father isn’t good at making excuses. Mother finds nlm out every time.”—Topeka State Journal.

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When in Doubt Choose Taffeta

“When In doubt, choose taffeta,” for yvery iti" ■* ideal silk for afternoon suits and frocks and for the simpler evening dresses. By virtue of the fabric a simple suit of taffeta is more formal and dressy than a plain cloth suit and all the chances are that it will cost less in time and money, to make it. In addition to these advantages there is the matter of color to be considered. Colors that verge on the insipid in materials that lack luster, are wonderfully attractive in taffeta. There never was a material that the home dressmaker can handle more easily or one that lends itself better to the making of trimmings. The pretty suit of taffeta shown in the picture illustrates all these advantages which account for the perennial popularity of this long and well-loved silk. It is a simple model with several distinguishing touches that* rescue it from the commonplace in designing. The skirt is straight, hanging from a plain, broad girdle of the silk which fastens at the side. It is finished at

Exposition of Midsummer Blouses

The exposition of blpuse fashions for summer is completed, with great credit deserved by those who launch the styles. Unless the unexpected happens, nothing new will be added to it and certainly nothing is needed. Indications point to all white in midsummer styles as preferred over blouses in vivid colors that captivated us all when they made their appearance for spring. But, even so, all white may divide honors with pale colors and combinations of color, in fabrics so sheer that they will look cool in any shade. Anyway, the dainty, white blouse will always be a safe choice for any season. Nothing exceeds it for elegance and therefore It cannot lose the allegiance of women. For midsummer wear it is made in silk and cotton materials mainly, but fine sheer linen always figures among high priced models in the most authoritative displays. A blouse of fine, cotton voile and one of crepe de chine chosen as representative of two good styles, are shown in the ‘ picture. Each shows pretty new pouches—where experience of the season's tendencies lead us to look for them—in the sleeves and collar. These models are copnmendable from every standpoint. The blouse of fine voile Is made with two wide and a group of three narrow tucks at each side of the front and has a plain back: The father full, plain sleeves are gathered into a deep cuff, having a panel of embroidered voile set in lengthwise. AU seams are hemstitched and there was never anything of greater decorative importance than this hemstitching. The collar is cut form a deep, square cape at the

the bottom with a niching of the taffeta having a picnt niching., tends to make the skirt flare, but its ambition in that direction is held in check by a narrow grosgrain ribbon that is threaded through slashes in the silk, just above the ruching. This apparently helps the skirt from departing from the straight and narrow way of new skirt fashions. The ribbon matches the silk in color. The bottom of the blouse, or coat, whichever you choose to call it, is encouraged to stand off from the figure by the ruching. - It attains by this means the wide hip effect wjiich fashion permits to those who find it becoming. The coat is finished with a deep cape collar, trimmed with ruching, and a baggy pocket at each side. It is confined at the waist with a girdle of taffeta with looped-over ends at the front. ' A white collar of some kind appears to be always in the mind of those who create styles in taffeta suits or dresses. The collar may be of white crepe or organdie or even of heavier fabrics.—

back and is extended into long tabs over the shoulder and narrow, square revers at the neck. A dainty pattern in embroidery appears on the revers, tabs and cape and narrow, heavy lace edging makes the finish for edges. > The tailored blouse of crepe de.chirie is so plain that it hardly needs description. Deep, two-piece cuffs flare at the wrists and large pearl buttons take care of"the fastenings. Smaller buttons are used to make a consistently tailored finish for the collar and cuffs.

The Military Touch.

..... Smart little cone-shaped bunches oi fed arid yellow wrinkled berries are pointed toward the heavens about the crown tip of a boat-shaped red milan turban. Gray novelty braid is made into a military turban with the high front turned back from the face arid a sort of chain arrangement across the base in the flont wrapped in gray metallized ribbon and connected at either j?ide to the back by bands of gray georgette. z t Steel beads are used for a smart ornament with a high spike of Jet coming from the center and this is posed on a military turban of black-and-lyhlte novelty straw with the crown tip of white georgette. " '~ ■ Ja' - u.-.,-.— — =k . ;=

Buttermilk Cleans Sponges.

Sponges that are sticky and clogged with soarpy water may be cleaned by soaking for 24 hours in buttermilk; rinse thoroughly under the tap, first in warm,' then in cold water; drv in a current of air. < ■ ■ ■■■' ■ , ;

INTERESTING ITEMS FROM THE CITIES

New York Jewel Thief Worked Clever Trick NEW YORK. —Here’s the latest trick in thievery. The knave called up Reed & Barton, local the telephone. Said he was Frank Had-, ley, general manager of the subway system, and asked that several brooches: be sent to him at his office. He wanted

to select a gift. “Hedley” added. Reed & Barton put half a dozen brooches valued at $5,500 In a package and sent them to Hedley’s office, 165 Broadway, by a trusted messenger. The’ messenger was told Hedley was out. As a fact, he was ill, and not expected at his desk for several days. Before the messenger reached the store on his return trip the telephone bell rang and the man representing himself as Hedley asked for the mana-

ger. “I am very sorry I was not nt the office when your man called with the brooches,” he said, “but I was unayoidablyLdetalned- In fact, I shan’t return there today. Would you be good enough to send the brooches to my home, 96 Fanshaw avenue, Yonkers?” . The manager said- he would__be_dellghted, and when the messenger appeared he sent him to Yonkers, telling him to take a receipt for the package and leave it. When the messenger alighted at the railroad station a most agreeable man told him just how to get to Mr. Hedley’s house by the shortest cut. He remembers the man was going part way himself and went along until -hei could point out the house. Ten minutes after the messenger had left the Hedley home and headed: for New York minus the jewels, the Hedley telephone bell rang. The maid) answered. “This Is Reed & Barton’s, New York,” said the voice. “Has one of our ..messengers l«rft-a nooklace there?” ————— —... . The maid replied In the affirmative. “Well,” said the voice. “It was *| mistake. It should have gone to someone else. We are sending a local messenger for it. Please give it to him and he’ll give you a receipt.” and the mai'l gave him the jewels. He told the police afterward he had been: engaged by a man at the railroad station to get a bundle at the Hedley house. When he returned pie man took the package from him.

Fine Singer Discovered Doing Menial Work

PITTSBURGH.— Owing to spring skies reminding her of sunny Italy, or perhaps it was the Incessant bird song in the W’illiam Penn hotel lobby, Cecelia Samarrari, once singer in grand opera, while on her knees with a -scrub brush in her hand, opened the

around, the woman looked up in surprise, blushed and went on with her work. Mr. Mullins bade her enter the office, feeling that she could find a better job around the hotel, and she did. She told her story, while a waiter translated into English: ~ “Three years ago I was married to a French singer connected with Spalleti’s grand opera company, playing, in Paris at the outbreak of the wai;. My husband got killed in his first battle—he had been called out Immediately —and I was heartbroken. It must have affected my mind, and in some way I ceased to please the audiences, as my heart was too heayy. I w r as discharged. I was never taught to do anything but sing, and with my mind bewildered I made my way to America to go to some friends in Chicago. I had enough money to carry me over for a year. I found my friends bad moved to Pittsburgh, but 1 never found them here. With my money all gone and my heart sick of all thoughts of the opera, as it brought my dead husband back too vividly to me. I applied at different places, but could get no work. An Irish woman got me a place scrubbing in the hotel here; but the bird song and the blue skies, with the breath of Italy all about, made my heart joyous and I sang.” The woman then dropped her head. Mr. Mullins said something to the Interpreter, who stooped close to her and talked. Her face brightened and she nervously grasped Mr. Mullins’ hand and kissed It passionately. He had told her the management would give her a position suitable to her gifts. Discovered War Eagle, Hidden for Fifty Years PLYMOUTH, MASS—Here is food for “thought on the part of those who are seeking portents. Plymouth has seen its old war eagle once more after It had been hidden from the gaze of the public for many years. An"ltalian

laborer brought the old bird to the light in the attic of the old Bramhall building on Main street, Which is undergoing alterations. Before and at the time of the outbreak of the Civil war the old effigy of a spread eagle, carved in wood and standing on half-unfurled American flags crossed in its talons, stood over the gun rack of the Standish Guards, in what is now Masonic hall. When, as Company B, Third Massachusetts infantry, the

organization became part of the Minute Men of ’6l, on the first call, Capt. Charles C. Doten, commanding, gave the order to march, his men picked thelr~mwtkets frmn.beneath the eagle and _started for Fortress Monroe. _ The eagle remained there while the hall was used for an armory and then found a place in the Plymouth post office in the Davis building when the late George F. Weston was in charge, hanging high above the row of boxes. About 1877 the office was removed to Odd Fellows building, and the eagle disappeared In the move. How it landed in the rubbish of the old attic with, ancient account books and such is unknown. "The workman who found the bird flung it into a heap of refuse and there it was found. Its gilding has become shabby, but the flags are as bright ast when they went Into retirement.

Warm Reception Is Promised Returning Hubby DETROIT. —Edward Louis of this city gave himself up to the authorities in Menominee a few days ago. “I’m a wife deserter,” he said bravely. *1 want to take my medicine like a man.” The police obligingly locked bins

“He’s kidding himself!” she told the deputies. “He’s fio wife deserter. He’s Just excess baggage. I’ll meet him with this broom if he tries to tell me he’s a wife deserter. I’m through with him. All he wants is a ticket to Detroit after clearing out on his last pay day when we’d been married only six months. Wife deserter? Huh! Well, I won’t claim him! I’ve got n»X old Job back. I’m living with my mother and I have my freedom. Tell him ta quit kidding himself! I’m happy without him!”

casket of her forgotten notes and to the wonder of hundreds of guests scattered sweetest music from “H Trovatore,” and then she whistled arias from the famous opera. Assistant to President McCargo, A. K. Mcßae, and Assistant. Manager T. F. Mullins were hurriedly summoned from the front office, and they also listened without disturbing the newly awakened singer. As the songstopped and a crowd had gathered

up. Then they asked Sheriff Stein to look up Mrs. Louis at 741 Junction avenue, the address given by the penitent husband. _At this house the Wayne county deputies found a buxom young woman, about twenty years old, energetically sweeping off her front steps. She was mildly nterested in hearing that her husband was in Menominee but flourished her broom in realistic fury when she learned of his self-made charge. ■ -