Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 137, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 June 1917 — Page 3

The Wayward Spirit

By WALTER JOSEPH DELANEY

(Copyright, ISI7, by W. G. Chapman.) . “Why, that was Bayne Wetherell! Didn’t you. know he had returned to Bockton, Miss Leslie?” - “I did not,” replied the lady addressed. Her lips were compressed, her intonation icy and repellant, yet a marked momentary pallor faded out the bloom in her fair cheeks arid her lissome figure swayed slightly, as though impelled by some powerful emotion. ~ l i Her companion said nothing. There had suddenly flashed into her mind — the past! Three years previous, she had recalled, it had been cqmmon rumor in the town that Ina Leslie arid Bayne Wetherell were engaged. Then, abruptly, he had gone away. No one ever ventured to question the proud, high-spirited Miss Leslie as to the mystery of his disappearance, and she had never revealed even to her closest friends the cause of their parting. But in her heart she knew, aye 1 bitterly knew, that fate had stepped In between them. Before she even knew that Wetherell had left the village she had received a letter from him In a distant town, written hurriedly. It told her that he had follow’ed the call of an urgent duty, that he would explain later. In a flash the quick temper of the girl he idolized took flame. “To leave me without a word, to withhold secrets from me, to place this mysterious ‘duty’ before me!” And forthwith Ina wrote a cold, harsh letter to the distant town. Then there were weary heartbreaking weeks and month. She did not hear from him again. Her letter was all but a dismissal. She began to realize that she had been cruel, that hers was the fault. One day, contrite and tender, she wrote again. There was no reply. “He has forgotten me. Perhaps —he only wished to get rid of me. Oh I the sting of having humbled myself in this unworthy way!” and colder, more haughty than ever grew that wayward heart. And now—he had come back to Bockton. They had met face to face. He looked older, sadder. He had lifted

Started at Full Speed in the Direction of the Town.

his hat, but with his eyes downcast, as Miss Leslie, her head high in the air, passed him as too contemptible to notice and he dared not face the ordeal. His unexpected . presence disturbed her. The next day Ina learned that he had taken a small cottage in a lonely spot remote from the village center. “And what do ■you think?” chattered her voluble Informant, “he has a baby with him.” Ina stared in silence, a strange chill at her heart. “People think,” resumed the gossiper, “that he is a widower. He must have married since he left Rockton.” “And the —child?” muttered Ina, half conscious that she spoke at all. “A pretty little girl about two yearsold, those say who have seen her. Isn’t it strange, his having the care alone of the little mite? You know the old cottage is his own. I suppose he got heartsick and homesick after the death of his wife and longed for old friends and the like.” To Ina all this was a direct affront. How dared Bayne Wetherell intrude upon her sorrow, her conteriipt, she put it, after basely deserting her! It was well the public did not know’ the rag|ng tempest in her Inmost soul. She avoided any further Inquiries regarding Wetherell. She hoped he w’ould go away soon. Then she- learned that this had come about. “Mr. Wetherell returned to Rockton thinking that some relatives who were here when he left, might be induced to take the little child,” a lady caller told her. “Now he is trying to find a home for her with others, they say.” One day Ina, without being aware of it, came into a rdad beyond the village which she discovered passed the old cottage. She turned to avoid passing it, when she noticed a token of unusual excitement about the place. Putting •n his coat Bayne Wetherell dashed ’ t'K <

through the open doorway and started at full speed in the direction of the town. ' ’At the same moment loud wailing cries reached the ears of Ina. They proceeded from the cottage—the utterance of a child in pain. She halted her retreating steps. Her true, tender ■ heart told her that it would be inhu*man to leave a helpless infant in distress. Plainly Ina traced that the little one had been 111, that the urgency of Wetherell had for its purpose a call for relief from the village. Ina turned about and reached the cottage. She glanced within. On a lounge lay a little child, writhing’in pain and moaning feebly. — “I cannot leave the little one to suffer, even if he returns,” she said. “Poor little creature!’-’ and she took up the child In her arms. She tried to quiet it, gave it a drink of water, and her ministrations soon comforted the sufferer. She had wrapped it, cozy and warm, and was pacing the floor with it, when a hurrying figure , crossed the threshold. ' . ' - ■ " _ “You—you —Ina, Miss Leslie!” stammered Wetherell and he receded with a shock. “Oh, this is good of you! Is little Ruth better? If you will hold her for a moment till I give her some of the medicine I got from the doctor. Oh, thank you! thank you!” She stood like stone as he returned from the kitchen with a glass of water with some of the medicine in it. She held the child till the same was administered. She then placed it on the bed. Her face was a stern, dead blank as she turned to the door. She halted suddenly. For the first time—she noticed hanging on the wall a framed photograph. It was one she had given Wetherell three years before. With passionate haste she tore it from its hook.

“How dare you!” she cried, her eyes flashing. A weary, sad smile that puzzled her, that somewhat calmed her excess of emotion passed over the worn face of Wetherell. “The same high spirit!” he murmured, and regretfully. “It is mine, though.” "I take it away!” flared forth Ina. “As you like,” he said, with a helpless gesture, “but why? See, the dear little orphan is putting out her hands pleadingly. Kiss her, Ina, before you gp. It will be a comfort to me. It’s father, my brother, died first. That broke the mother’s heart. I had done all I could for them for two years and then the little one was left on my hands. I could not leave it to the cold mercies of the world, so I came here. If you would find me someone who would care for it, I would pay liberally. You see, I cannot take work and leave the child alone and —why, Ina!” She was kneeling by the side of the bed, the little one’s arms lovingly clasped about her neck. Ina was sobbing. Her gentle soul was at last illumined with the true light. “I have wronged you—oh, so cruelly!” she uttered. “And I mocked the path of duty you so nobly followed. Forgive! forgive!” She incoherently sobbed out her woful story, and he more calmly brought to light that, removing from the town whither she had sent the letter he had never received Jhe missive. Then there were three entwined, for the little child had drawn “dear Uncle Bayne” beside this “new Aunty,” and when Ina finally left the little cottage, she had promised to return some day ns its mistress to be a second mother to the loving little waif.

Favored by Nature,

Tillie was of the coal-black-rose variety and for a few nights had been joining the white chillun of the neighborhood in some rousing games of hide-and-seek. Tillie was a good little body and the white mothers looked with favor upon the fact that in one instance, at least, racial‘barriers were forgotten in. innocent fun. But one evening Tillie’s happy little face did not appear until late and soon it was suffused with childish tears. The ipother of one of the boys perceived that something was amiss and took her offspring to task, thus: “Walter, why haven’t you allowed Tillie to play with you tonight; doesn’t she play fairly?” “Oh, yes, mother, she plays all right, but —but—lt seems like she always wants to hide in real dark places, and none of us can ever find her.”

Tomochichi.

'Tomochlchl was a noted Indian chief of early Georgia, ruling the Yamacaws, a branch of the Creek Indian confederacy. After a dispute with the confederacy he moved his town from what is now near Columbus, Ga., to Yamacaw bluff, on the Savannah river, now a part of Savannah. Here he entered into the famous treaty of friendship with Governor Oglethorpe, and in 1783 his influence brought about a cession of territory by the Lower Creeks. In 1734 he Visited England with Governor Oglethorpe. There is a monument to him at Savannah. The name is pronounced. To-mu-chee-chl, the u and 1 being short and the accents being on the first and third syllables.—Philadelphia Ledger.

Caught an 800-Pound Shark.

Mrs. Otto Jaeger of Montclair hooked a 12-foot shark with a rod and reel from the end of the fishing pier, according to a Palm Beach (Fla.) correspondent of the New York Evening Post Mrs. Jaeger’s shark weighed nearly eight hundred pounds and gave battle to her for two hours, during which time She refused assistance from anyone. The .big fish, finally played out, rose to the surface, where a pier employee put several bullets through it with a rifle, after which it was gaffed and raised with a derrick to the floor of the pier. J

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

-In those sections of this country where the greatest amount of money is spent on clothing, the top-coat is needed nearly all the year round. Therefore it taxes the resourcefulness of manufacturers and costumers to provide new and interesting features in its design. Up to the last of May the separate coat is a necessity, and its usefulness is extended through the summer months for those who go to mountains or seashore. The best models shown recently are in plain weaves and solid colors. Colors include gold-mustard, brown, blue, black, plum and green in the beautiful tones of this season and the tans which are -always good. Nothing handsomer than coats of covert cloth have appeared, but the likeing for soft, glove-finished surfaces puts the coat of this material somewhat in the background; nevertheless it is a good buy. The coat in the picture is of wool velour and is shown in several colors. It hangs in straight lines with a wide

Fairylike Frocks of Swiss Organdie

# Here is one of those pretty frocks of embroidered swiss-organdie in which little misses look so fairylike. This crisp and very sheer material is made In wide flouncings that make them particularly well suited to little girls’ dresses. The simpler and finer the embroidery the better it is for children’s wear and, in the little dress pictured, there is merely a scalloped edge with small flower sprays in the scallops. Fine, narrow, val edging or dainty home-made laces are used for finishing neck and sleeves in these frocks. Nine times out of ten val lace is chosen for trimming the sheer petticoats that must be worn under them to get the best effects. Batiste and- organdie skirts are made in exactly the same length as the dress skirt and often two petticoats are joined to one body made of a heavier material. The little frock illustrated Is made with a Jong waist set onto a short yoke. ’ Lengthwise strips, with scalloped edges, brought together, form the back and' front of tbit waist. The sleeves are pointed flounces of the organdie, edged with val lace. Two flounces make the short skirt which barely covers the knees. They are full and gathered with a narrow band that joins waist and skirt. There is just one way to put the best of ail finishing touches to a little dress of this kind, and that is by providing it with the right kind of girdle. A wide, soft ribbon In pale pink was

One Phase of Coat Fashions

double box plait at the back, forming a panel, and has a straight, loose front. A belt starting at each side of the panel in the back, buttons in front and confines the coat a very little, to form a long waistline. A big, flat button, covered with cloth, is sewed on each side of the panel at the terminations of the belt at the back. A wide cape collar and turned-back cuffs have, for decoration,. parallel rows of fine silk cord that simulate machine stitching. On the collar each row terminates in a small bone button. Saddle-bag pockets are stitched to the coat and each has a turn over flap with the edge decorated with simulated machine stitching. The collar may be brought up and buttoned about the throat if needed. The designing of this model shows excellent judgmen in the selection of materials and style-features of the season, and in their management. The coat is attractive and practical for general wear as well as distinguished-looking.

used for the girdle pictured and Instead of a bow at the back, a rosette shows off the luster and lovely color to perfection. The same ribbon is used for the piquant hair bow that is poised —like a big butterfly—on the head. White socks and black patent leather slippers finish up a toilet in which any mother is warranted in taking pride.

A Trim Figure.

The girl who is not necessarily stout but who delights in the low-cut or gir-dle-top corsets will find the following hint a saving on brassieres. She can sew into the top of her corset a piece of stout linen lace—‘torchon or imitation cluny will answer. It should be darted as closely as possible and a casing allowed for tape or ribbon at the top if the lace is not open enough of Itself. When this addition to the corset is drawn up tightly it acts as a bust support and insures against the showing of the corset line, so ugly under thin blouses and frocks.

Porto Rican Work on Slippers.

A new idea for boudoir slippers is to have them of Porto Rican embroidered linen, upon which the linen threads have been drawn so as to leave a pansy pattern. •

Work for All Before Peace Comes

What a privilege it is to live in this age, when the greatest contest since the world began is in progress to establish the principle that might shall not prevail over rigtit, and that the will of a brutal conqueror shall not destroy the foundations on which modern civilization rests. And what a privilege" it is for us to take our part in that great struggle, each doing his allotted task! Be assured that there will be work for all of> us, young and old, rich and poor, before the desired result of a just and lasting decision is reached. It is probably {rue that the end of the war is not yet wi sight. 3he opinion is expressed in certain quarters abroad as well as in this country, that the magnificent address of President Wilson, by far tHe. greatest utterance of the war, is a trumpet blast before which the walls of the German Jericho will fall. This opinion, I fear, is not well founded. More probable is it that we have entered upon a task the magnitude of which* we do not yet, with all our imagination, fully appreciate. The terms of peace which apparently Germany would now accept are the surrender of all captured territory and the neutralization of Constantinople, but on condition that German garrisons are to be permanently maintained in Antwerp, Brussels and Lille, German naval stations in Dunkirk and Calais, and the receipt of an indemnity of $3,000,000,000. .The terms which apparently France and Great Britain would now accept are the restoration at German expense of the property destroyed in captured territory, the surrender of all such territory and of Alsace-Lorraine in addition, the delivery of Constantinople to the allies, and the pledge of the German navy and commercial marine as security for their undertaking. With views so widely divergent on the part of the belligerents, no peace is possible until one or the other side is completely exhausted; and this is by no means the case at present. Moreover, there is an especial reason why Germany will not now make peace. Her financial plans have all been based upon the confident belief that she would dictate the terms of peace, which would necessarily include a huge indemnity. Acting on this belief, Germany has not (as Great Britain and France have) added any considerable amount of current taxation, but has pyramided her obligations, paying interest out of new loans, until she has piled up a debt so out of proportion to her wealth and resources that repudiation or bankruptcy in some form seems to be inevitable —unless the indemnity can somehow be collected.

Paving Way to Systematic Saving

By S. W. STRAUS.

How many people say to themselves, “Next year will find me with a nice little savings account,” and then realize later on that it was like so many other good resolutions, never carried out. The time to begin is now; nothing is ever gained by indecision. Begin by doing without some one thing, which possibly may not come under the head of extravagance, and still is not necessity. It is not so much the amount you save at first that counts, but it paves the way for the systematic saving which, in the end, makes the successful men and women of tomorrow. There is no country in the world today with such vast opportunities as our own for making and saving money. These facts should be especially brought home to us at this time, considering the fearful cost of war and the increased cost of living. Secretary Redfield of the department of commerce has sent appeals to the public schools throughout the country, asking the children to save old paper and rags. “In the early history of the paper industry, he savs, “publicity was given to the importance of saving rags. It is of scarcely less importance now.” If the children would begin by saving these two things, it would be a great step in the right direction. We should teach them it is not a thing to be ashamed of, as some of our large industries make their profits from by-products. Andrew Carnegie, who for years wielded an influence in the industrial world as great, perhaps, as -any living man, came to this country practically penniless when he was twelve years old. His phenomenal rise in life may be attributed to his following clear principles and methods. In an address to students in a commercial college, he said: “Avoid speculation; avoid indorsements. Aim high. For the question, ‘What must I do for my employer ?’ substitute ‘What can Ido ?’ Begin to save early—‘capitalists trust the saving young man.’ Concentrate your energy, thought and capital; fight it out on one line.”

Learning Art of Self-Protection

Universal military service is a natural part of every citizens education. . Instruction in reading, writing and aritlimetic is no more important than instruction in how to take care of oneself and bile’s birthright in the face of unprovoked and brutal aggression. 1 The art and service involved in this can no more be learned overnight than can any art or service. It is purely a matter of instruction, of study, of practice, and should be considered such in the general plans for the symmetrical education of American youth. It is trite to repeat that a year of service is little enough to give to our common country; that the least a young man could do is to learn, how to keep what he has inherited, defend what Jie holds in trust. All children bom in this country are bornjte natural guardians. If it is really the magnificent and sacred legacy left us by the Revolution which we believe it to be, it is worthy qf our reverence. And when what we revere is threatened with desecration, only a degenerate would hesitate to defend it. •. But to defend anything one must first learn the science of self-protec-tion, and afterward acquire the art of protecting others. Any American with any real love for the motherland—with any real love for the helpless ones dependent upon his ability to stand between them and the ruthless fury of barbarism —knows in his mind—if he has any—• in his heart—if he has any, that the only safety for his native land, hia family, himself, lies in the democratic solution of the problem universal service. . V -r

By GEN. FRANCIS V. GREEN

Pietident American Society For Thrift

By ROBERT W. CHAMBERS