Evening Republican, Volume 59, Number 120, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 June 1917 — Page 3

Fable of the Scoffer Who Fell Hard and the Woman Sitting By

NE day in the pink dawn of the present Century, a man ■ with his Hair neatly set back around the Ears and usual Blood Pressure, yTMIJIH was whizzing through a ft UQym suburban Lonesomeness on a teetering Trolley. The name of the man vii.. Mr. Pallzey. He had a desk" with a Concern that did merchandizing In a large way. Mr. Pallzey feared Sociallsna and carried his Wife’s Picture in his Watch and wore Plasters. In other words, he was Normal, believing nearly everything that appeared in the Papers. While the Dog-Fennel was softly brushing the Foot-Board and the Motor was purring consistently beneath, Mr. Pallzey looked over into a close-cropped Pasture and became the alert Eye-Wit-ness of some very weird Doings. He saw a pop-eyed Person In soiled Neglige, who made threatening movements toward something concealed in the White Clover, with a Weapon resemhling the iron Dingus used-in goug“ Ing the Clinkers from a Furnace. “What is the plot of the Piece?” he inquired of a Grand Army man, sitting next. “I think,” replied the Veteran, “I think he is killing a Garter-Snake.” “Oh, no,” spoke up the conversational Conductor. “He is playing Golluf,” giving the word the Terre Haute pronunciation. Mr. Pallzey looked with pity on the poor Nut who was out in the Hot Sun, getting himself all lathered up with One-Man Shinny • He said to G. A. R. that it took all kinds of People to make a World. The grizzled Warrior arose to an equal Attitude by remarking that if the daggoned Loon had to do it for a Living, he’d think it was Work. Mr. Pallzey had heard of the new Diversion for the Idle Rich, just as , people out in the Country hear of Milk-Sickness or falling Meteors, both well authenticated but never encountered. While rummaging through the Sporting Page he could come across a cryptic Reference to MacFearson of Drumtochtie being 3 up and 2 to play on Hargis of Sunset Ho, whereupon he would experience a sense of Annoyance and do a quick Hurdle. ~~ ~ He had seen in various Show-Win-' dows the spindly Utensils and snowy Pellets which, he had reason to believe, were affiliated In some way with ‘ the sickening Fad. He would look at them with extreme Contempt and rather resent their contaminating contiguity to the Mask, the Shin-Guard, and the upholstered Grabber. Mr. Pallzey believed that Golf was played by the Jclnd of WJilte Rabbits who march in Suffrage Parades, wearing Gloves. .The dreaded Thing lay outside of his Orbit and beyond his Ken, the same as Tatting or Biology. His conception of, a keen and sporty game was Pin Pool or Jacks Only with theDeucerunning wild. ~ .- - - One Sunday he was invited out to a Food Saturnalia at a Country-Place. The Dinner was postponed until late in the Day because they all dreaded it so much. . Friend Host said he had jl twosome on at the Club and was trying out an Imported Cleek, so he invited Mr. Pallzey to be a Spectator. If he had said that he was going up in a Balloon to hemstitch a couple of Clouds, it would have sounded just as plausible to Mr. Pallzey of the Wholesale District.

“One Evening He Came Back .to His Haggard Companion, Chortling Infant, wise, and Displayed Something Which Looked Like an Eye-Cup With Handles On It . ”

By GEORGE ADE

(Copyright by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate)

The latter went along, just out of Politeness, bu t he was a gooddealdisappointed in his Friend. It certainly did seem trifling for a Huskie weighing one hundred and eigtity“t<F piek'on something about the size of a Robin’s Egg., " Mr. Pallzey played Gallery all-around the Course. He would stand behind them at the Tee and smile in a most arid and patronizing Manner,iwhile they sand-shuffled and shifted and jiggled and joggled and went through the whole calisthenic Ritual of St. Vitus. He was surprised to note how far the Ball wpuld speed when properly spanked, but he thought there’was nd valid ( excuse for overrunning on the Approaches. Mr. Pallzey found himself criticizing the Form of the Players. That should have been his Cue to climb the Fence. All of»the Mashiemaniacs start on the downward Path by making MindPlays and getting under Bogey. Back on the sloping-Sgard. between. No. 18 and the Life-Saving Station, the two Contestants were holding the usual Post-Mortem. “Let me see that Dewflicker a minute,” said Mr. Pallzey, as he carelessly extracted a Mid-Iron. He sauntered up to the silly Globule and took an unpremeditated Swipe. The Stroke rang sweet and vlbrapt. The ball rose in parabolic Splendor above the highest branches of a venerable Elm.

Just as the. Face of the Club started on the Following-Through, the Bacillusran up and bit Mr. Pallzey on the Leg. He saw the blinking White-Spot far out on the emerald Plain. He heard the murmur ofAdmiration behind him. He was sorry his Wife had not been there to take it in. “Leave me have another Ball,” Jte. quested Mr. Pallzey. ■ ■ The Virus was working. He backed up so as to get a Running Start. "7 /’This time,” quoth Mr. Pallzey, “I will push It to Milwaukee.” Missirig the Object of Attack by a scant six Inches, he did a Genee toespin and fell heavily with his Face among the Dandelions. The Host brushed him off and said: “Your Stance was wrong; your Tee was too high; you raised the Left Shoulder; you were too rapid on the Come-Back; the Grip was all in the Left Hand; you looked up; you moved your Head at the top of the Stroke £ you allowed the Left Knee to turn, and you stood ahead of the Ball. Otherwise, it was a Loo-Loo.” “If I come out next Sunday could you borrow-me a Kit of Tools?” asked Mr. Pallzey. He was twitching violently and looking at the Ball as If it had called him a Name. “I got the first one all right, and I think —’’ So it was arranged that the poor doomed Creature was to appear on the following Sabbath and be equipped with a set of Cast-offs and learn all about the Mystery of the Ages between 11 a. m. and 2 p. m. Mr. Pallzey went away not knowing that he was a Marked Man. "Uri Monday he told the Stenographer how he stung the Ball the first time up. He said he was naturally quick at picking up any kiricTof a Game. He thought it would be a Lark to get the hang of the Whole Business and then get after some of those Berties in the White Pants. He figured that Golf would be a Pipe for anyone who had played Baseball when "young.

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Truly all the raving is not done within the Padded Cells. He came home in the Sabbath twilight, walking on his Ankles and babbling about a Dandy Drive for the Long Hole. Regarding the other 378 Strokes he was discreetly sllentA He told his Wife there was more in it than one would suppose. The Easier the Swat, the greater the Carry. And he had made one Hole in seven. Then he took a Parasol ■' out of the Jar, and Illustrated the famous Long Drive with Moving Pictures, Tableaux, Delsurte, and some newly acquired technical Drivel, which he mouthed with childish Delight. - Now we see him buying Clubs, altoTthem as Sticks — proving that he is still a groping Neophyte. He thinks that a shorter Shaft and more of a Lay-Back will enable him to drive a Mile. The Gooseneck Putter will save him two on every Hole. Also, will the Man please show him an Iron guaranteed to reach all the way down to the Dimple and plunk it right in the By?, ’ Then all of the new Implements laid out at Home and Wife sitting back, listening to a Lecture as to What will be pulled off on the succeeding Day of Rest. She had promised at the Altar to Love, Honor and Listen. Still, it was trying to see the once-loved Adult cavorting on the verge of Dementia and knofc that she was Helpless. He sallied forth with those going to Early Mass, and returned at the Vesper Hour caked with Dust and ninetyeight per cent Locoed-; “ It seems that at the sixth hole on the Last Round where you cross the Crick twice, he fell down and broke both Arms and both Legs. So he tore up the Medal Score, gave, all the Clubs to the Caddy, and, standing on the grass Summit of the tall Ridge guarding the Bunker, he had lifted a grimy Mitt and uttered the Vow of Renunciation. In other words, he was Through. The senile Wrecks arid the prattling Juveniles, for whom the Game was invented, could have his Part of it for all time. ""Never again would he walk on the Grass or cook his Arms or dribble Sand all over the dark and trampled Ground where countless Good Men had suffer-

No, Indeed! So day he bought all the Paraphernalia known to the Trade, and his name was put up at a Club.. It was one of those regular and sureenough Clubs. High Ea'st Winds prevailed in the Locker-Room. Every Member was a Chick Evans when he got back to the nineteenth hole. Mr. Pallzey now began to regard the Ancient and Honorable Pastime as a compendium of Sacraments, Incantations, and Ceremonial Formalities. ■ __ -■ ■ - —'■ He resigned himself into the Custody of a professional Laddie with large staring Knuckles and a Dialect that dimmed all the memories of Lauder. In a short time the Form was classy, but the Score had to be taken out and buried after every Round. Mr. Pallzey saw that- this Mundane Existence was not all Pleasure. He had found his Life-Work. The LodeStar of his declining Years would be an even one hundred for the eighteen Flags. Wife would see him out In the Street, feeling his way along, totally unmindful of his Whereabouts. would lead him into the Shade, snap her Fingers, call his Name, and gradually pull him out of the Trance. He would look at her with a filmy Gaze and smile faintly, as if partly remembering, and then. say :. “Don’t forget to follow through. Keep the head down—tight with the left—no hunching—pivot on the hips. For a Cuppy Lie take the Nib. If running up with the Jigger, drop her dead. The full St. Andrew’s should not be thrown into a Putt. Never up, never In. Lift the flag. Take a pick-out from Casual Water but play the Roadways. To overcome Slicing or Pulling, advance the right -or left Foot. Schlaffing and Socketing may be avoided by adding a hook with a top-spin or vice versa. The Man says there are twenty-six Things to be remembered in Driving from the Tee. One is Stance. I forget the other twenty-five.” Then the Partner of his Joys and Sorrows, With the account on the Debit Side, would shoot twenty Grains of Aspirin Into him and plant him in the Flax.

Next morning at Breakfast he would break it to her that the Brassie had de. veloped too much of a Whip and he had decided to try a forty-inch Shaft. They had Reasoned Hickory for Breakfast, Bunkers for Luncheon and the Fair Green for Dinner. As a matter of course they had to give up their comfortable Home among the Friends who had got used to them and move out to a strawboard Bungalow so as to be near the Shambles. Mrs. Pallzey wanted to do the White Mountains, but Mr. Pallzey needed her. He Wanted her to be waiting on the Veranda at Dusk, so that he could tell herull aboutltfromthe preliminary Address to theTfmal Footle? .Sometimes he would come home enveloped in a foglike Silence which would last beyond early Candle Lighting. when he would express)the Opinion that the Administration at Washington hadproved a Failure. * Perhaps the very next Evening he would lope all the way up the Gravel "and bregze Into her presence, smelling Tike ft warm gust of Air from Dundee. He would ask her to throw an Amber Light on the 'pig Hero. $e would call her “Kid” and say that Vardon had

nothlng on him. Her Man was the Gink to show that Pill how to take a Joke. Then she would know ..that .he had won a Box of Balls from Mrs. Talbot’s poor old crippled Father-ta-Law. She could read him like a Barometer. If he and Mr. Hllgus, the Real Estate Man, came home together fifteen feet apart, stepping high and looking straight ahead, she would know it had been a Jolly Day bn the Links. By the second summer Mr. Pallzey had worked up until he.was allowed to use a Shower Bath once hallowed by the presence of Jerome Travers. He was not exactly a Duffer. He was what you might call a sub-Duffer, or Varnish, which means that the Committee was ashamed to mark up the Handicap.

"Missing the Object of Attack by a Scant Six Inches, He Fell Heavily, With His Face Among the Dandelions."

THE CLOSED DOOR

By GEORGE ELMER COBB.

I had not a friend in the city. I had not a dollar in my -pocket. Everything in the way of honest employment had failed me. That is how I came to be a burglar, or rather came near to being one. Let not the superman despise me for this confession. My theme will show how erratic is the whirligig of fate, how at the brink of temptation and sordid crime an instinct of innate sympathy came to a wayward, erring one and redeemed him at the crisis of destiny. It was by haphazard that I became a visitor to a den where thieves and cracksmen congregated in their idle moments. It was through curiosity, watchfulness and keeping my ears open that I gathered up acknowledge of the clever ways of the crook, that I realized how’ easy it was to make enough at one big haul to start life anew in some remote community, forget the incident and acquire a new plane for honest existence. All this was a Tallacy, formy deviation fronr the path of rectitude would have surely held me in the tolls that never iet free a criminal once started on the downward path. In my case peculiar circumstances operated to lead me back to the path calk'd Straight. To my story r I had found in the den one night a small, neat-looking case someone had negligently left there, and when I got with it to my own room I found it to contain a superb kit of burglar’s tools'. The modern cracksman no longer carries a clumsy bag. As I inspected the choice collection of jimmies, picklocks and skeleton keys, I comprehended their utility. I gratified my vain thought of expertness by prying my room window, by locking and unlocking my room door without a key. My attire was as yet respectable. My face was not unprepossessing. The police would scarcely suspect that I was other than a respectable clerk or professional man. I started forth on my mission. I had selected a superior-looking apartment house as my point of assault. It was three stories in height, and the top floor was dark, so far as I could make out, and the presumption was that Its usual tenant—was away from home. I had no difficulty whatever in turning the spring lock of the street door. A very simple skeleton key did the business. It requi red= a little more ingenuity to use the nippers In turning the key in the door of the top suite of rooms, but I made it. I entered the darkened apartment warily. I closed the door after me and oH-ll Paco in TTIV hlinfl SLOOvI 8 tri I * tiiV vWi XU&v *U. listening intently. I Was about to advance, when I distinctly traced footsteps behind the draperied doorway of _thr inrllnfnfrrt Tbir T —**” zled by a blinding flash ,of brilliancyThe electric lights had been switched on from the next room, the draperies parted, a man stepped into view. “Aiy” he spoke, with quite a welcomingnod, as though expecting me, “the doctor? The door was unlocked? I did not know it. Be seated, please.!* I was quite taken unawares, but I managed to preserve my nerve and composure. I sank to a chair, comprehending that this man had sent for a physician and mistook me for one. My host had the most villainous face I

He still had a good many superfluous Hands and Feet and was bleeding freely on every Green. Sometimes he would last as far as the Water-Hazard and then sink with a Bubbling Cry. Notwithstanding which, he kept on trying to look like the Photographs of Byers. • If he spun into the High Spinach off at the Right it was Tough Luck. If he whanged away with a Niblick down In a bottomless Pit, caromed on a couple of Oaks, and finally angled off toward the Cup, he would go around for Days talking about Some Shot. As his Ambition Increased, his Mental ArithmetU became more defective and his Moral Nature was wholly atrophied.

had ever seen. The moment iny eyes rested upon him I read him through and through as a scoundrel. My analysis later proved entirely correct. I noted his crafty eye studying me keenly, Its sinister glow repelled me, but likewise put me on my guard. “Doctor," he said in a low tone, “I have sent for you at the w’him of my wife, who, while an invalid, is not in any dangerous condition. Confidentially, she is a hypochrondiac, has peculiar fancies, and one is that she is about to die. You will cater to her fancies, give her a sleeping potion that will quiet her and your mission is done. As I have some important writinglto do, kindly make the visit brief. Here is your fee in advance. You understand ?” “Entirely so,” I nodded, with a truly professional smile. “These cases are quite common,” and I determined, indeed, to curtail my services as much as possible, to get out of the way before the real physician summoned should arrive. The man led me through the adjoining apartment, tapped at the door of a third room and said, curtly: “Here 4s-the doctor-,’-’ opened the-dooF,- ushered me across the threshold and closed the door after me. Upon a couch lay a woman prematurely old. W’hat I first noticed was her eyes, glowing, gleaming, bright, haunted. The face was white and wrinkled. Her hands trembled, her

A Man Stepped Into View.

whole appearance was that of a person laboring under some intense spell nt terror or excitement. She looked me over with a fairly devouring glance. She beckoned to me urgently. As I approached the couch ‘■hr poMI my idj nijn L’ ith feveriiih haste and -whispered hoarsely: “Don’t let him hear—pretend!” I was thrilled and startled. I followed the mystery of the moment only so far as to surmise that my patient was in deadly fear of the sinister man who had ushered me into the room, and whom she apparently suspected of being an eavesdropper on the other side of that closed door. “Pretend what?” I stumbled. “I need no doctor,” she whispered. Then in a perfectly audible voice she added: “Doctor, I cannot sleep. lam

As an Exponent of the more advanced Play he was a Fttv, but aa a Matchmaker he.was a Hum-Dinger. He knew he was plain pastry for the Sharks, so he would hang around the first Tee waiting to cop put something Soft. One day he took on Mrs. Olmstead’s Infant Son, just home from Military School. The tender Cadet nursed him along to an even-up at the Punch-Bowl and then proceeded to smear His Vital Organs all over the Bad Lands. That evening Mr. Pallzey told Mrs. Pallzey she would have to cut down on Household Expenses. .x Six years after he gave up the Business Career and consecrated himself to something more ImportantJMr. Palbffijhad so well mastered the baffling Intricacies that he was allowed, to trail in a Foursome with the President of the Club. This happened once. It is well known that any Person who mooches around a Country Club for a sufficient Period will .havesome kind of a Cup wished on to him, Fourteen years after Mr. Pallzey threw himself into it, Heart and Soul, and when the Expenses approximated $30,000, he earned his Halo. One evening he came back to his haggard Companion chortling infantwise, and displayed something which looked like an Eye-Cup with Handles on it. He said it was a Trophy. It was a Consolation Offering for Maidens with an allowance of more than eighteen. After that their Dally Life revolved around the Department-Store Bargain. Mrs. Pallzey had to use Metal Polish on it to keep it from turning Black. When tho. Visitors lined upiofrwt of the Mantel and gazed at the tiny Shaving-Mug, the Cellar Champion of the World would regale them with the story of hairbreadth ’Scapes and moving Adventures by Gravel Gulleys and rushing Streams on the Memorable Day when he (Pallzey) had put the Blocks to Old Man "Willoughby, since deceased. Then he would ask all present to feel of His Forearm, after which he would pull the Favorite One about Golf adding ten years to his life. Mrs. Pallzey would be sitting back, pouring- Tea, hut she never chimed In with any Estimate as to what bad been the effect on her Table of Expectations. Moral—-Remain under the Awning.

in pain. Please try and relieve me. Rend closer,” came the hushed tones ensuing. “I am in deadly peril. I implore you to do me a service. Keep talking about my sickness so he can hear you outside there?-till I hand you something.” _ u _ZEE3 I understood the situation as my patient groped under the bed coverings and produced a jewel case and long, flat wallet. “Take them!” she whispered hurriedly. “Keep up the farce until you get safely out of the house. Then hurry to the address written on a card inside the wallet. Deliver these things to my niece. Tell her I shall be robbed, or murdered, if she does not hurry the police to my rescue. You shall be richly rewarded.” I made a great clatter at my supposed medicine case. T voiced a lot of medical gibberish. I bade my patient a truly professional adieu. I left the room, to be shown to the door by my host, who looked elfish and satisfied as I Indicated that his wife would sleep soundly through the night, and I read his mind meditated robbery, perhaps w’orse. of the house as I reached the street. A professional-looking man stepped out, . The real doctor had arrived. I gave my case a fling Into an empty lot and Inspected the wallet. -IL- Was filled with bank notes of large denomination. I opened the little box. A galaxy of precious, flashing gems came into view-. “Alice Derby, 22 Waltham street,” the card within the wallet read. I hailed a taxicab. Half an hour later I stood within the parlor of a neat, pretty cottage, explaining my mission to the fairest young cerature I had ever met, and her father. The latter became instantly excited. He hurried from the house with the words f ‘ “Sir, I fear to leave my daughter alone, while the man you have seen tonight Is at large,” and so I had that first blissful interview with Alice Derby. As I learned later the man I had met was the disowned husband of my patient and an escaped convict. He was returned to prison that night. I never told the true story of my acceptance as a doctor. My patient, indeed, rewarded me —she helped me into business, and she helped me to win’the peerless Alice for my bride. - (Copyright,l9l7, by W. G. Chapman.)--“Wallflower” Fight inflTerm. If one man refers to a fellow worker as a “wallflower” is it sufficient prove cation to strike him? This is the question that Justice Packard in central police court at Baltimore was called upon to settle when Henry Katz, an official of the Midcity garage? faced the magistrate on a charge of assault. The complainant was Samuel C. Fernhelmer, manager xd4h*-mHndy*depart™ent7“’' m ’“ — Fernhelmer was walking through the garage when be* saw Katz standing a short distance away. “If there were not sq many wallflowers here, theie wonld be more work done,” remarked Fernhelmer to no one in particular. fl “Do you mean me?’’ shouted Katz. “If the shoe fits- you, wear it," retorted the supply man. Then the blow came. Magistrate Packard thought the ra mark was sufficient to justify the blow and dismissed Katz. \