Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 135, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 23 June 1917 — Page 3

The Measure of a Man

By GEORGE HASKELL

(Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.) - “Mother, why is it you feel that Arthur is such a terrible responsibility? I never knew you felt that way about me.” "Wl, Joe, Pm thankful I haven’t" “But why Arthur?” "You are five years older than Arthur, and —well, you know, he’s so much easier led astray than you are. He’s quick-tempered, impulsive, and — and not so strong—l mean, in will —as you.” • Mrs. Ingram, still pretty and daintily dressed at fifty, spoke hesitatingly, as loth to confess so much to her elder son, for everyone knew Arthur was the apple of her eye. “Well, he is only nineteen,” said Joe. “He’ll overcome some of that.” “I hope he will,” she added. “But when that kind of weakness seems bred in the bone, it’s not so easily .overcome. It comes to me so much that I might have been, to blame for it myself.” - * “You, mother?” “Yes, L The son takes so much from the mother. Often before your father died, when he saw those traits, he would say: ‘Where did he get it?’ And we would both wonder. He said we must be extremely watchful of him. He made me feel the responsibility."

“But, little mother, you would not be to blame for his misdoings,” consoled Joe. “Oh, I don’t know. I think it would kill me if he should go wrong.” “But he isn’t going to! He has enough of you in him to keep him straight.” t Joe laughingly patted his mother’s cheek. She looked lovingly at her tall, good-looking son, and said: “Doris is coming to dinner with us tonight.” . He said nothing, but this time kissed her instead. “Ha!” she exclaimed when he let her go. “That kiss was due to Doris! How soon we mothers have to let you

The Young Man Turned as White as a Ghost.

go to another woman! WeH, Doris is a dear girl. I’m glad it’s she—if you must go.” Whereupon Joe kissed her again, declaring it was all for her. The engagement had not been publicly announced, but it was known, and approved by both families. That the mother had seen the real worth of Doris Wheeler was fortunate for both. She had a merry laugh, and was what the boys called “a good sport,” but under this was an inquiring mind, a brain that thought, and a heart that felt for others. Joe and Doris were happy lovers in the sense of mutual sympathy and understanding. This dinner would probably be the last one they w’ould have for several months, for in two days Doris was to sail with her father for South America, where he had some business interests. It was understood the marriage was not to takeplace for nearly a year. A month after the sailing of Doris, Mrs. Ingram-departed for Los Angeles, where she had been-ordered by her physician, on account of her health. The sons thought one of them ought to go with her, but she insisted she was quite able to travel alone, and both of them were needed in their business, and ought not to leave it. Two months after this word came from a friend in Los Angeles that Mrs. Ingram had been very ill, but did not wish her sons to be told. She added that their mother was now much better, and she would keep them informed if there should be any relapse. Three weeks after this the friend telegraphed, and Arthur Ihgram went to his mother. She wondered why he had come, but was so glad to see him, she rallied, and began to recover. She ■asked if Joe was coming, and when told he did not intend to, unless Arthur wrote him they wished it, said that was best, and not to send for him. \ Joe had always written his mother

such long, interesting letters, she bo* gan to wonder when she received only brief typewritten notes, hot even signed by hand. But Arthur excused it, by saying that Joe was overworked, and very busy. Arthur remained with his mother seven or eight months. After his return some letters came from Joe in his own handwriting, but sometimes she noticed an interval of several days between the date of the letter , and the postmark, and wondered if he was getting so careless-or forgetful of her he forgot to mail his letters. She felt something was wrong, for a mother has often the sixth sense. She began to inquire of Arthur concerning Joe, but he wrote her his brother was well and she was not to worry. One day all unannounced Mrs. Ingram appeared in the office of the trust company where Arthur was employed. The young man turned as white as though he had seen a ghost. "I have just got in on the train," she explained, “and I want you to find me-rooms at a hotel near you till our tenant’s time is up.” “Where is Joe?*’ she asked. “Joe sailed so this morning. There was no time to let you know beforehand. It was important business.” He hurried away to call a taxi. It was well for him she did not see his face.

For a month the mother did not wonder so much at not hearing from her son, but as time went on, and still no word, her heart sank within her. Doris returned, also marveling at the long silence, and the two women grieved together. It was Indeed a mystery, but Arthur tried to keep up their hopes, and always stoutly maintained his brother would return safe and sound. Arthur worked so steadily and well the company advanced him in position and salary. The mother wondered how she could have been so mistaken in the boy. It was the younger son who was now her mainstay. Afi for Doris, when nearly a year had passed, and no news of Joe, she concluded he had either forgotten her or was dead. She became engaged to Arthur.

Back in the old home, one evening in the dusk, the three sat together. The door opened, and Joe stood in their midst. He was very pale, but otherwise looked well. The two women thought him a spectre, but when he caught his mother in his arms, she fell to weeping on his’breast. “And you, Doris?” he asked. “Have you still faith in me?” “Yes —but when —” “She is to marry Arthur,” said the mother. Then Joe sank down as though stricken. The two women plied him with questions as to where he had been. When he began to evade them Arthur broke in: “Listen, mother, you are stronger now; you'can bear It. He wouldn’t let me speak. I forged a note. He took the guilt on himself. He thought if you knew it was I it would kill you. He has been doing time for me. I have robbed him of enough! God knows I won’t rob him of the girl he loves!” Then Doris said: “There is a splendid opening in South America. Father needs you—and me.”

POSTER OF 1862 IS FOUND

Call for Union Army Volunteers Bobs Up in an Old Grandfather’s Clock. Hidden away for many years in the interior of a grandfather’s clock, and its hiding place forgotten long ago, a poster, dated 1862, was discovered accidentally when the clock, which has been in storage in Los Angeles, was removed to the home of its owner, Mrs. Edward Clippinger of Inglewood, Cal., says an exchange. The poster opens in big type, with “Hurrah! Hurrah!” The second line reads: “Now is the time to enlist.” It was printed in Rockford, Winnebago county, Illinois, and is signed by Lieut. H. C. Barker, who calls attention to the fact that his company is recruited more nearly to full strength than any other in the country, and hence bids fair to carry off. the S4OO prize offered by Rockford citizens to the first com- , pany fully recruited. _ The feature of the poster is the American eagle, with wings outspread and displaying the legend: “Union and Liberty; Now and Forever!”

Lafayette Prisoner of Austria.

After our Revolutionary war, while Lafayette was trying to reach Holland to escape enemies at home, he was seized by the' Austrian government and imprisoned as character. His wife also was imprisoned at Paris during the reign of terror, but succeeded in getting to Vienna and pleaded with the emperor for her husband’s released Lafayette’s friends in this country did what they could in his behalf and finally, on the 25th of August, ITO 7, he was set at liberty after five years confinement in a dungeon. During the Imprisonment two American friends of Lafayette, Francis K. Huger of Charleston, S. C., and Dr. Eric Bollman, made a daring attempt to liberate him for which they both were imprisoned.

Bold Enough.

“I used to think women had no personal bravery,” remarked the observant man. “Yes?” “But that was before I noticed how a woman with a subscription list in her hand will force her way Into the private office of a capitalist while ten or twelve masculine visitors of more or less prominence feverishly await an Interview in an anteroom.”

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The modern woman is making a record for efficiency just now in many lines of work—some of them new to her. She will not tolerate inconvenient and antiquated‘ways of doing'things. In the business that naturally falls to her lot and which she likes best, that of keeping a home, new ways of dispatching work and new appliances, get instant recognition, for her interests are more varied than they were and she must have time for them. And now along conies the “overette,” like a milestone on the road Of progress, or a sign that she who runs will read, and heed, or be outdistanced in the race for efficiency. Here is a garment, absolutely fitted to her indoor and outdoor activities, comfortable convenient and more—for it is good looking. “Overette” is merely the Intensely feminine of “overall.” It is made of khaki in a heavy and a light weight, of linene which looks like un-

Any plain, small, tailored hat, worn with a veil to hold It in place, answers the purpose for motoring. But for those who are devoted to this recreation, and for long Journeys, specially designed hats have proved themselves superior. Experience has taught the devotee of motoring what she needs, and those needs are not so simple, as a glance at motor hats might lead one to believe. The first requisite of a motor hat is comfort, and it must fit like a glove. It must be a soft hat with tailored finish, that becomes a street hat when -It parts company with, a veil. Above all, eome what may In the way of wind and exceeding the speed limit. It mast stay on. This last necessity has; proved-the mother of Invention, and a hat appears among us that triumphantly sticks to the head no natter what happens. Two examples of it are shown in the group of three motor hats pictured above. This hat is made of braids or fabrics or the two combined, in a variety of becoming shapes, and usually has a soft crown and a narrow brim. And it is in the management of the brim that the designer has solved the problem of holding the hat to the head. Just across the back the brim is absent. It comes to an end on each side. Between these ends a strong elastic bapd extends, sometimes inserted in the crown, and that elastic band does the work. The hat at the left bus a fabric crown and a braid brim. Acioss the front the crown is supported by four squares of braid, each finished with a row of fabriccovered buttons. With the removal of the veil this becomes a more than presentable street hat.

Along Comes the Overette

Favored Hats for Motoring

bleached linen, but isn’t,, and of dark blue and white striped Galatia cloth. This is less heavy and more soft than jeans but resembles that tried and true fabric. It is cut on trim lines and worn over a blouse with or without a corset, and fastens along the sides and over the shoulders. The shoulder straps button at thefront and are provided 'with two buttons and buttonholes so that they may be lengthened or shortened. There are two pockets at the front, the seams are lapped and the whole garment well tailored. Whoever designed this new dispensation In the affairs of women knew all about making clothes to set well, along wittT comfort. Before tong we may see trim companies in khaki overettes, marching forth to do their bit in all sorts of gardens, in berrypicking and in chicken farming. It is not likely the overette will be discarded when tasks lie indoors.

The hat at the right has a pretty upturn in the brim and wheels of braid, each centered with a button, re-enforce the soft silk crown. The center hat Is minus the elastic band, but is a rommendable model for motor wear that serves equally well for the street.

A New Veil Pattern.

The cherry blossom is a new veil pattern which is fancied by younger women because it is dashing and different. Fine lines of delicate blossoms and stems trail over the mesh, converging at the center of the chin, where th#re is a coquettish dot of biack velvet. Two long sprays running out from this dot form the border; two more at an angle of 60 degrees stray from the dot to the ears; and two more at an acute angle just escape the outer corners of the eyes. Over a pretty and youthful face this new' veil is decidedly fetching.

Pontine Still Holds.

Pontine has gained a considerable vogue. This pretty material, which looks like a soft, lusterless kid on one side and satin on the other is splendid for sport coats and hats. The coat, though the material is almost as supple as a kid glove, is generally made on strictly sports lines, with the leather side out. The collar and cuffs are often turned to show the bright colored reversible side. In one of the newest sports hats the satin side was placed on the outside, so the under brim war of the leather. —New York Herald.

HAPPENINGS in the CITIES

Umbrella the Hiding Place of “Rough Rider’s” Gems NEW YORK.—Detectives searching at 100 West Sixty-first street for $12,000 worth of jewelry stolen from Col. Roland Dickerson of Butte, ransacked, a cupboard twice without results. ’On the third attempt Detective Trojan:

alleged victim being Colonel Dickerson, from whom the gems were taken. The colonel put his guns and his jewels on with his traps more than a week ago and came to New York to get some recruits for his regiment, which is known as the Rough Riders of the Ozarks—or will be as soon as the colonel gets the riders. He opened headquarters and other things at the Waldorf, and his recruiting campaign gave great promise. Early last week he got a tip that some of the roughest riders on the cabaret circuit were to be found in the vicinity of Columbus circle. .... ——- Throwing a leg over his trusty taxicab, the colonel started out forthwith, although it was long before dawn. He met some promising material, he recalled later, ancTwent for a ride with it in Central park. The colonel is used to rough riding, but he was shocked to discover about sunrise that he was alone. The promising material had vanished and so had the rings, scarfpins, cuff links, and other trifles which contributed to the effulgence of the colonel. One ring had a sentimental value to its owner, to whom, it was presented by Stanley Ketchel, the pugilist. The whole affair, with the publicity It got, was most distasteful to a man of the colonel’s disposition, -and as soon as he had paid his hotel bill he started right back to Butte, regardless of whether New York was represented in the Rough Riders of the Ozarks.

Fair Philadelphians Frightened by Horrid Snakes

PHILADELPHIA.— Shades of St. Patrick, deliver us! Snakes are abroad in the land! An invasion by reptiles han come to us I Two were seen, actually seenTatFourteenth street and Pennsylvania ave-

nue northwest. It may he true that on previous occasions bibulous persons convinced themselves that they beheld Serpentine critters on the same spot, but this time nothing was left to the imagination. No one could satisfactorily explain the presence of the snakes on the concrete pavement. One of the reptiles evidently got frightened and darted into a sewer. But the other peram-

bulated over the sidewalk half an hour or more while a crowd of pedestrians formed a circle around his wriggling lowliness and watched it. * The snake, which was about fourteen Inches long and as big as a lead pencil, appeared to be a conceited reptile and gave every evidence of immensely enjoying the attention paid to it by gasping men, women and children,, all of whom declared they had never before seen a snake on Pennsylvania avenue. Everybody asked, “Where did It come from?” But no one could answers Whether the snakes were stirred up out of their nest by some downtown backyard gardener; whether they were dug out of the foundation of the old Corcoran building at Fifteenth street and Pennsylvania avenue by excavators; whether they resided on the White Lot and were frightened off by the drilling soldiers, or whether they were just out for a stroll to bask in the Mayday effulgence of Old Sol, all were speculated upon, but the rt<al reason for their presence was not learned.

Young Lockinvar Outdone by Western Gallant

/CHICAGO. —Lochinvar’s delicate way of capering away with the women would have been duck soup for Lawrence F. Gallagher, who in ten minutes was deprived of the wife it took him a whole win.' Mrs. Galla—-

“On November 28,” explained Mrs. Gallagher, “I went to visit my mother in Detroit. I took her automobile and went downtown to meet a friend whose name is Mrs. Watson. She Introduced me to two men, one of whom was Gallagher. We went into a case and had some drinks. “The drinks, the names of which I do not recollect, were seemingly mild but very potent. I recall that we danced a little and that Gallagher said something about getting married. It is all quite hazy. We went to the city hall and were married there. "Just after the ceremony Gallagher put me in my mother’s automobile and started driving fatft. We made only one stop between Detroit and St. Louis. • Wq arrived there on Sunday and my husband took SIOO. and my Ting from me. Then he took me to a rooming house and said he would kill me If I made an outcry. I managed to telegraph my mother and she and my brother came and took me home.” %

Not Quite the “Bad Man” He Appeared to Be

ST. LOUIS.—“He tried to stick me up.” The scared conductor of a Market street car was still literally in the air as he shouted the alarm near Sixteenth street. He was alighting from

the exit door and raced his scream to the sidewalk. “Who tried to stick you upT’ a rough voice asked complacently. It came from the throat of a policeman. “A fellah with a blue steel automatic barker.” “Where’s ’ee?” "Got off the car *bout as fast as I did.” The oficer sighted a mob at the entrance the Aberdeen hotel. It

looked like a climax in a five-reeler , movie melodrama. The conductor hurried back to his car but the policeman ambled to the hotel, where he quickly observed the excited mob filled the lobby. Detectives Agee and Lemkemeier were there, and they had hold of somebody. . i “Got a gun?” Agee demanded. \ “Yes, and I’ll blow your block off—” Agee replied with a fist to the abdomen as the blue steel gun rose level with his head, and Lemkemeier caught the man by the neck with one hand and reached for his pistol with the other.. . - Agee and lemkemeier nearly fainted after they sized up the blue steei gun. It was a 10-cent water pistol. —. ——'4George Moffatt, the “highwayman,” said he bought it In the afternoon, aa fce thought he coUto have a lot of fun with It He gave it Its first trial with the conductor, biit the fun was so exciting he hurried to his home, which happened to be the Aberdeen hoteL * .

hauled out a tightly rolled umbrellri and began to unwind It “It's bad luck to open an umbrella, in the house,” warned one of the occupants of the rooms. Recklessly the detective proceeded, and as he inverted the umbrella a shower of diamonds and emeralds and other gems fell from its folds. Thoma# Doyle, Ernest Sampson and Amadore Gilla, chauffeurs, and Maude Woolley, a waitress, were locked up. The charge is assault and robbery, the

gher, corroborated by her mother, Mrs. Charles Trombley of Detroit, declared Gallagher a chain-lightning Mann act violator, automobile thief, and rogue’s gallery champion of zest and variety. Mrs. Trombley spiced the proceedings before Judge Charles Thomson by remarking in a severe sort of way that she’d like to come in contact with Gallagher for “about twenty-four seconds.” It probably is well for Gallagher that his penalties so far have been meted out by the gentle police.