Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 127, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 14 June 1917 — Page 3

A Mid-Victorian Maid

By Alice E. Ives

(Copyright. 1917, by W. G. Chapman.)

“Fm glad you are asking little Zenaide Farr to your teas and tennis games. Poor child! since she came back from school, over a year ago, I haven’t seen her anywhere but here.” “Of course not, and you probably won’t while that old crarfk of a father lives,” said Mrs. Peter Maynard, handing her guest a cup of tea. He lives up there on the hill with Zenaide and a housekeeper, and he wouldn’t let that girl outside the stone wall once a year if he could help it.” “What’s the matter with him?” asked Mrs. Felky between sips of tea. “He has peculiar ideas about women, thinks the way girls are brought up today is setting them on a swift run to the bottomless pit.” “Well the hand-painted faces of some of them might easily lead to that supposition. But does he think he can keep her shut up forever? Some Romeo will get over that stpne wall, and Zenaide will fly the coop.” “I wouldn’t wonder. Zenaide had brought back a good many twentieth century views from school. But in the main her early training stays by her. Anthony Farr Is a pious bigot, and thinks the stage an Invention of the devil. I don’t believe Zenaide ever was in a theater.” “How -strange,” laughed the other woman. “How does he happen to let her come here?” “He knew my father years ago, and I’ve known him ever since we came here to live, six years ago. You could hardly find Oakhills on the map then, but It’s getting to be something of a summer resort now.” “What would he say,” laughed the other woman, “if he knew you had introduced his little Puritan to an actor?” “For heaven’s sake don’t tell her or anyone else Robert Cary is an actor. She mustn’t know Just yet. I’ve got to

A Small Boat

break it gently to her. My conscience is smiting me now. But you see Robert is so fond of tennis, we couldn’t make up the two on a side without her, and she’s the best tennis player out here. So I said to him: ‘Just wait till Zenalde Farr comes, and —’ ” ‘“Zenalde Farr!’ he laughed. ‘She must be a chorus girl! That’s their brand of name.’ Well you should have seen his face when the dainty little figure in the rosebud-sprigged muslin, demurely down to her instep, the frilled fichu and the big hat came into view. ‘Ah,’ he said as though smelling a rose. ‘A mid-Victorian maid!’ “Zenalde Farr, I Informed him. But this time he didn’t laugh. I’m afraid the poor fellow is in deep. Aa for Zenalde, I don’t know. Girls with her training don’t wear their hearts on the outside. But Romeo will climb that wall, and before that happens I’ve got to tell her.” “Yes,” answered Mrs. Felky, “if you’re reckoning at all with the old man, I should say the sooner the beF ter?*-'"' “Robert Cary is a splendid fellow.I’ve known him a long time, and it’s such a pretty romance, I hate to. break it up.” "Perhaps it has gone too far for you to break it up. How do you know but that he is Just amusing himself? Men have done that before—and It will be the girl who will suffer.” Mrs. Maynard was silent, thinking. (Then she said with something like conviction: “Perhaps you are right. If she comes today I will tell her.” Zenalde meant to come. Even then she was dressing with a kind of ecstatic delight In every move she made. Cary had told her that he had some business that would take him near Oakhills that day, and though he | never came out for week-ends to Mrs. Maynard’s unless especially invited, he would try to run over there for an ihour or two late in the afternoon if

he might hope to meet her tnere. Like Juliet, time traveled a leaden-footed pace till she could see him, and she found herself starting out much too early. When she looked at her tiny watch she discovered it was only three. That certainly jcould not b 6 considered “late in the afternoon.” So she concluded to make a detour of .about a mile by the river road. She loved that way by the river, for often little boats went gliding past, sometimes with a solitary rower, but more often a man and a woman, and always they seemed happy. ’ A small boat, keeping close to the opposite shore, came slowly down the river. The man was so earnestly talking to the girl in the. stern that sometimes he stopped rowing and let the boat drift. She had flowers in her hand and she trailed them in the water and, as he bent nearer to her, she threw one of them in his face. He caught it, kissed jthe flower and thrust it into a little pocket. Then he looked up quickly toward the shore as though fearing he had been observed, and began to row quickly. As they came nearer Zenaide, who had been watching, suddenly recognized the man. It seemed that everything became chaos before her eyes. But she pulled herself together and went on watching. The girl was very pretty and the man, Robert Cary, stopped rowing and drew nearer and nearer to her. Suddenly he took her in his arms and kissed her many times on the lips. She struggled and tried to push him away. Then she screamed. Her cry must have attracted someone on the shore for he drew away and both looked toward the bank. She begged him to-let her get out, and half rose from her seat, but he made her sit down and began to row swiftly down the stream and was soon around the bend and out of sight. Zenaide, crushed, horror-stricken, rose weakly and staggered on, not to go to Mrs. Maynard’s, but toward home. After awhile she dropped down again in a secluded place on the road, away from the river. She felt too tired and exhausted to go on. Besides, she did not yet wish to meet her father and be asked questions about her visit to Mrs. Maynard. She had never yet lied to her father, and she shrank from beginning. She wondered what she would do about Jason. He was the old servitor who was always sent with the funny old cart to fetch her Ifbme from Mra Maynard’s. She remembered how once, when the old man had been seen coming, Robert Cary had said: “Jason in search of the Golden Fleece!” He had looked meaningly at her hair, and added, with a sigh: “Fortunate Jason! He always finds it —and bears it away 1 It must be wonderful to be Jasonl” She walked back .to the road Jason would have to travel. It would nbt do for him to go to Mrs. Maynard’s and find she had not been there. After a time he came jogging along with the old mare. She met him and got into the cart. Though he asked no questions, his perturbed face seemed to demand an explanation of such an unusual proceeding, So she simply said she had preferred to walk part of the way, but it might be just as well to say nothing to her father, as it might worry him. Jason promised discretion, but looked as though he would not be the second time a party to deceit. As the days went on Zenaide felt that she must invent some excuse to Mrs. Maynard for staying away, so she wrote her she was not feeling very well and had had a slight accident to her wrist, so that she could not play tennis. She felt like a wicked sinner for having written these but she could see no other way. One day as she came in from the garden she heard voices. It was Mrs. Maynard’s! Yes, and her father’s! She had actually invaded the sanctum! Zenaide went ip. A man rose at her en- 1 trance. Robert Cary! She went so white at sight of him Mrs. Maynard thought she must have been more ill than she had said. Giving Cary a formal greeting, she_paid all her attention to the lady. Her father chatted with Cary and the two seemed to be on very good terms. In a pause in her talk Farr broke In:

“Zenalde,” he said, “Mr. Cary tells me he knows you. I can’t recall your speaking cf him. Still, you may have. Simply the name Cary may have meant nothing- But-Robert Cary, the son of my old college chum, Bob, means very much to me. He has promised to come again to see me. I want you to be friends.” Zenalde forced a smile as she nodded acquiescence to her father, and again gave her attention to Mrs. Maynard. It was torture to be in the room with this man and, on pretense of showing Mrs. Maynard something, she took her out in the garden. After this, Cary came several times, but Zenalde would never see him. Then her father took her to task. But how .cpuld’she tell him ? One day Cary brought her to bay In the garden. “Zenalde!” he Implored, "Why arb you treating me this way? Mrs. Maynard thinks It may be because I am an actor. But If your father can forgive that, why cannot you?” “I wonder you dare come here,” she said. "I saw—l couldn’t help seeing that disgraceful scene in the boat, and you—” , He broke in on her with a peal of laughter. “And you can insult me by laughing! Oh!” He caught at her arm as she turned to go and made her hear him. “Listen to me! lam what they call a movie star. That was all for the camera.” And he went on to explain. “Oh, Zenalde! Dear heart! Don’t make me suffer any more. There is no camera here now. I wait to tell you— I must tell you—l love you! J IOYO Xpu!” -r- _

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GERMAN SHIP WAS MADE GIANT BOMB

Cylinders of Koenig Wilhelm Packed With Inflammable Cotton for Explosion. SHIPS NOW BEING REPAIRED Mischief Wrought on Llnera Under German Peace-Time Plotting— Koenig Wilhelm Will Soon Be Ready for Sea. New York. That havoc was wrought to many of the vital parts of the German ships in this country upon the breaking off of diplomatic relations was known shortly after ths damage was inflicted on the vessels, but the extent to which the orders from Germany were carried out to make the vessels unfit for use against her was never made known.

Upon the declaration of a state of war existing between the United States and the German empire, the vessels were seized and steps were Immediately taken to fit them out for service under the Stars and Stripes. It was also known that prompt action by the United States officials frustrated plans for what might have resulted in permanent crippling of the ships. Still the interesting details of their condition were concealed. The New York World has obtained and presents to the public the first concrete facts of what was done to one of the large liners under the German peace-time plotting. Made Cylinders Destructive Bombs. Photographs of the actual damage to the North German Lloyd liner Koenig Wilhelm II have been made, and they sljow how the cylinders of her engines were broken and even stuffed with a chemically treated cotton, so that two of her high pressure cylinders were virtually turned Into huge high explosive bombs. All this was done while she lay in the North river at West One Hundred and Thirty-fifth street, New York. If they had been set off they might not have blown up surrounding property, but they would have shattered the ship.

This is why Collector of the Port Malone and his entire staff sat up all night waiting for congress to declare a state of war existing and upon receipt of a flash that congress had acted, pounced upon the sleeping Germans. He had known to some extent what was going on, but could not prevent it while peace remained, as the ships were private property and the government was determined not to violate the rights of their owners. After the United States government the ships, and an examination was made of them, it was found that four of the eight cylinders of the Koenig Wilhelm’s quadruple expansion engines were damaged beyond repair, but as the rest of her machinery and her hull had not been Injured, it was decided to rjeplace the broken cylinders and use her. She was taken to the yard of the Morse Dry Dock and Repair company, South Brooklyn. In her engines are four low pressure cylinders, two on each engine, two intermediate cylinders and two high pressure cylinders. Two of the low ones and the two high pressure ones

FLAG FOR BUNKER HILL

What army officers or state or federal officials forgot, Miss Goldie Charak, a pretty Charlestown (Mass.) girl, remembered. Miss Charak noticed that the Bunker HUI monument was without a flag, so she purchased one, and without a speech, music or other ceremony, unfurled the Stars and Stripes on the memorial to one of America’s greatest victories. Photo shows Miss Charak with her flag at the Bunker Hill monument

were damaged. Sections of the steam chests at the bottom had been broken away by driving steel taper pins in three-quarter inch holes bored in the casings and then wielding sledge hammers against the castings. Then all this damage has* been covered with clay, which was 'used with asbestos as a covering for the cylinders. This was done apparently in the hope of the engines being started in case the Geriflans did not have time to blow up the cylinders. Had steam been forced into the cylinders they would have collapsed with the first thrust of the pistons. Mysterious Explosive In Cylinders. But the turning of the cylinders into virtual bombs was the most Ingenious designing of all. Two high pressure cylinders were found to have been stuffed with what was at first supposed to have been gun cotton. There was enough to fill a barrel in each cylinder. The substance has not yet been put under chemical analysis, but it is thought to have been cotton treated with sillco, a liquid compound, colorless, fuming and inflammable, which is made by subjecting silicon to heat in the presence of hydrochloric acid gas. It is believed this was to have been used to set off gun cotton, which was to have been placed In the cylinders Just before the vessel was seized. There was evidence that tackle was to be used to hoist the piston of each cylinder and-drop them by cutting the tackle. Copper pins that had been driven into the cylinder so they projected on the inside would have caused friction when the cylinder heads rubbed against them, setting off the cotton. This would have burst the cylinders and caused damage that only could be conjectured. As a result of finding the cotton, the electric engines, dynamos, pipe lines and other parts of the liner are being opened up for traces of explosives. If none are found, the cunning of the Germans will have gone almost for naught and the Koenig Wilhelm II soon will be ready for sea.

GERMANS TO REWRITE BIBLE

One of the First Tasks They Propose to Undertake on Conclusion of War. The Hague.—According to a copy of the German newspaper Kreuzzeltung of Berlin, just received here, the Germans are going to rewrite the Bible. The article says: “If any further proof were needed of the immeasurable superiority of the Germans, intellectually and morally, over the rest of mankind, it is to be found in the mental attitude of our people toward the Bible as compared with that of other nations. “The English regard that book as their most valuable commercial asset, and use It mainly as a form of barter with savage tribes for their good will, their assistance, and the -supply of their natural - products, and in England Itself It is exploited solely in the propagation of that spirit of hypocrisy which has stood the British in such good stead for ages to hoodwink and despoil other races, “It must be one of our first tasks on the conclusion of this war, when Germany shall rise out of it renewed in power and vitality like another phoenix; to set a board of qualified experts to work to produce, not only for our own benefit, but also for the moral uplift of mankind, a new, a more glorious, a purer Bible, instinct with the German spirit of kultur and morality.”

MORMONS IN ODD PETITION

Ask That Navy Regulations Be Waived to Permit Them to Wear Their Own Underwear. Salt Lake, Utah. —In order to permit members of the Mormon church who wear temple undergarments to enlist In the navy, Lieut. Edwin Guthrie of the local navy recruiting office, has asked authority from the bureau of navigation to modify the regulations. Lieutenant Guthrie reported that he had had much discussion with the young men who have applied for enlistment In the navy but who are bound by religious scruples to wear a prescribed type of undergarment. The church garment does not conform to the regulation navy garment, and hence the lieutenant has takensteps to have the regulations waived so as to enlist Mormons who have heretofore been advised by navy officials that they must comply with United States regulations or stay out of the service. The Mormon garment Is similar to a union suit, covering the entire body, and of uniform material.

PLANTS TINY GARDEN BETWEEN SKYSCRAPERS

Portland, Ore.—ln a little spot of ground scarcely ten square feet, squeezed between two skyscrapers in the business section of Portland, is a crude board sign, stuck on a peg In the ground, reading: “Do yourblt by keeping off these spuds.” The tiny spot formerly was covered with grass, but some patriotic gardener believed in the present crisis potatoes would look better than grass, and transformed the plot into a potential producer of foodstuffs.

AIRMEN OF ALLIES LOOK TO AMERICA

British and French Flyers Would Welcome Aviators From This Side. HOULD PROVIDE MACHINES Believe Service Would Appeal to Sporting and Adventurous Spirit of Young Men Hero—How America Could Help.

British Headquarters in France. — Wholly informal but decidedly interesting conversations between British and French flying corps officers as regards the possibility of early American participation in this fascinating phase of the war have been going on behind the lines here. It is generally agreed that, apart from naval activity, the flying service offers the quickest opportunity for effective military help from America against the common foe, and the expectation Is that Just as the aviation branch of the service proved so attractive to the young men of both England and France, the youth of America will be drawn toward It. Already. plans are making to Increase the number of Americans now flying for France, while all the members of the British Royal Flying corps are ready to welcome and aid in the training of Americans In all the arts of war flying. It is realized that the United States army is not on a war basis regarding machines, but it is understood that both the British and French services are prepared to furnish them temporarily, just as these two services now exchange machines as necessity demands. Latest Type in Service. America, of course, la expected to throw her organizing and manufacturing ability Into supplying their own machines to her flyers, but the modern airplane, with its tremendous power housed in a very compact, very light engine, with delicate instruments, unerring balance and sensitive controls, is an extremely complicated affair and Its construction is a matter of months. Just now the single seat fighting scout Is the machine of the hour. Such machines must stand the terrific strain of fighting tactics—rolling, looping, nose-diving, side-slipping. It is no unusual thing nowadays to see a pilot seemingly fall out of control 2,000 feet or more and then flatten out and sail serenely away. The strain of this maneuver is tremendous. The correspondent has talked with many British flying officers of distinction and all agreed that the only way to train men for war flying is in actual fighting. They frankly say that in this way many men may be lost, but that those who survive are worth their weight in gold. Officers of the British Flying corps say that America must be prepared to pay such a price; that she must remember this when the losses begin to mount up. She must understand, they point out, that out of these losses will come men who will reflect glory upon her colors and lend brilliance to the brighter pages of her history. Work in War the Test. —lt Is, of course, possible to train men far from the battlefield. They may become proficient in every trick of flying. Their real service, however, only begins after they have proved themselves “over the line.” The British have developed brilliant fliers at the training grounds in England, men who have mastered every technical point of aviation and who stand clearly as potential leaders. But each one of them updn reaching France must be attached to a squadron as an ordinary fighter and win his way upward through the soul-searching shock of actual battle. Some of these men succumb, but the survivors more than repay the cost. America, it is said, can render a great service to the allies by sending over pilots at the earliest possible moment. They can join the British corps at once, and as they prove themselves can be reclaimed by America for organizing, and training her squadrons as these become available. The care and maintenance of airplanes requires the constant attention of skilled men. -If America would render an immediate service, according to the view here, she might send over 5,000 flyerst; riggers and mechanicians to take up tilts’branch of the service now ahdTearn every phase of the work of grooming and handling, the delicate machines. ~~ —- Their service does not stand still. Almost each day' brings changes. It 1S the feeling here that should lose no time in getting machines under way and men in training. The allies hold the hard fought mastery of the air; but.they must be in a position always absolutely to overwhelm the enemy and keep him on the ground. The youth of America and Britain, it is thought behind the lines here, should with their common ideals, common language, common love of sport and common courage, skill and daring, find ideal Companionship in this hazardous but romantic war in the air.

Frank Tinney Enlists In Navy.

New York.—Among the 37 applicants accepted at the navy recruiting station, 34 East Twenty-second street, was Frank Tinney, the comedian. Mr. Tinney, in enlisting as an ordinary seaman, sacrifices a salary said to be more than SI,OOO a week.

THE LAMP OF LIFE

God’s Word the Marvelous Guide Book to Righteousness, Truth and Glory. The Bible is a marvelous book—• Done other like it —consisting of 60 books, written by 88 authors, stretching over a period of 16 centuries, containing history, poetry, prose, prophecy, warnings, admonitions, entreaties, promises and a glimpse of the beautiful world of the future. Heb. 1:1a “God, who at sundry times and la divers manners spake in times past: unto the fathers by the prophets, hath! in these last times spoken unto u» by his Son.” The Old Testament, says Rev. A. L« Zink In the Christian* Herald, was the* Jews’ schoolmaster to bring them unto Christ (Gal. 3:24, 25). “Wherefore the law was our schoolmaster to bring us to Christ, that we might be justified by faith. But after that faith ia come, we are no longer under a schoolmaster. For ye are the children of God by faith in Christ Jesus,” say* Paul to his brethren. As the wires are the conductors of the electric current! that makes the light, so is the word of. God the conveyance of the SpiritJesus says, in speaking to his disciples (John 6:68): “It is the spirit! that qulckeneth; the flesh profited* nothing; the words that I speak unto; you, they are spirit, and they are life.” Hence the Word Is the wires. Go<£ the storehouse, and the Holy Spirit: the current, and man the where the light shines for the world, of unbelief. When the bulb is screwed, close up into the socket, the light la bright; when it Is loose it shines butl dimly or not at all; hence we are tot keep close up to God by prayer, Bible! study, giving of our means and service to the needy, and then our light! shines for the world. Pointe the Way Through Life. This Book is our guide while traveling through this world, and, if we follow it, it will guide us past all places of sinful danger into the most: blessed experiences of heart and souland at last bring us into the land of! perfect light and happiness. That Psalmist says (119:105), “Thy word ia a lamp unto my feet, and a light te my pathway,” and at the end bursts on> our spirits the superior vision of immortal life. There is often too much; turning aside for other things than! those spoken in the Word. Too often; churches hire preachers to preach great sermons of literary, philosophical and other merit, and the preacher sometimes caters to the hearers with Itching ears. The Bible is a book unsurpassed in the power of its truth. The Word of God is pure gold—needs to have no part thrown out. Spine say there are things In it our children should not read. There are many things in a school education that a child should not learn until the proper time, and a wise teacher will carefully guide the reading of the word of God by the child until such time as he should know the things to be known. But a study of the Book reveals the fact that not an emotion that ever nestled in the human heart but is most faith-: fully pictured there. All the unholy: passions, all the high and sublime experiences, are also there, and all there to guide us away from the evil and into the good. Source of All Comfort and Help. The power of all griefs and trials of man are hidden beneath its verses. The Psalmist (23) says: “Though I walk through the valley of the shadow df death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff shall comfort me.” Jesus says (John 14 :l-3): “In my Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you; I go to prepare a place Tor you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.” Jesus, when’he came to the sorrowing sisters at Bethany, said (John 11:25, 26): “l am the resurrection and the life; he that belleveth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live; and whosoever liveth and belleveth in me shall never die.” Every case is here met and dealt with; no matter what alls you, here you will find just what is needed. Richard Baxter has beautifully classified our needs and their satisfaction, and I here give his classification ta you: If you are Impatient, sit down quietly and commune with Job. If you are strong-headed, read Moses and Peter. If you are weak-kneed, look at Elijah. If there is no song in your hear*, listen to David. If you are a politician, read Daniel. Ts you are getting sordid, read Isaiah. If you are chilly, read the beloved John. If your faith is low, read Paul. If you are getting lazy, read James, If you are losing sight of heaven, read Revelation.

A Sacred Fellowship.

( Love binds us to God in the bond of undertaking and sympathy. By faith we come to gaze upon him, to find him; love completes the work begun by faith and makes us one with him.— Sacred Heart Review.

A Transforming Power.

Make men realize how much bettea a different choice would render them, and this new light will change theta soul.—Socrates.