Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 189, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 August 1917 — Page 3

She Didn’t Know

By Mary Parrish

(Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.) “I can’t understand, Hilton, where you got your low Ideas.” 1 , “‘Low,’ mother!” repeated the young man. “Did you say ‘low?’ " “Yes, I did,” answered Mrs. Flavia Bayes, with emphasis. “What else can you call it?” “I can call it a, good many other things,” said her son, with some indignation. “The trouble is you refuse to see them.” ' “I should hope I did. My breeding land education have taught that humanity is not all on the same plane, either socially, mentally or spirtually. The day laborer, or common clerk, I the butcher or the baker are not fitted ito associate with my circle of friends, and you know it. “That’s true in the main. I don’t think Simmons, the butcher, would be exactly comfortable in the company of (Professor Askew, nor the grocer with (Doctor Wakeman. Yet I’m not exactly sure,” reflected young Bayes. 1 “Either of those men —I mean the (butcher or the grocer—may be pursuing lines of study it would be an ad- ! vantage to your friends to know.” “Hilton! How can you talk such You were born an aristocrat. You have been educated an aristocrat. You know these different (classes of people can no more mix together than oil and water.” “How do you know that? What do you know about these people?” he demanded. “Where do you get such ideas as you’ve just been expressing, and a lot more quite as crazy, if not from those i people?” “I tell you, you don’t know them! You don’t want to know them 1” “You’re quite right. I don’t,” she ; answered. “Then don’t judge till you do know,” hg_retorted. “I suppose when you go down there ■and talk to those dubs and-societies (y»u think you are elevating them?” “No,” hfe answered, quietly. “If I started out with any such idea I,’ve

"I’m Not Going to Be Done Out of My Meeting."

had to change my views. It’s the other way around. They are elevating me.” Mrs. FlfjVia Bayes stared in speechless amazement at her son. Things had come to a worse pass than she had even suspected. “Hilton Bayes! Are you losing your senses?” she gasped. “I hope not,” he answered quietly. “Hadn’t I better go now and look over those repairs you asked me to see about?” He did not wait for further discussion. but went out of the room. Mrs. Bayes was plainly troubled about her son, and the situation was aggravated when Helen Berkeley called and inquired if Hilton was still doing “those queer stunts down in the Bowery.’’ She' laughingly wondered what he thought he was going to achieve by his dip into socialism. The very word “socialism” had a startling, ominous sound to Mrs. Bayes. Good heavens! was her son being branded as a “socialist?” This certainly was the last straw.- Then she opened her heart to Miss Berkeley and told her how troubled she was over the turn Hilton had taken and how powerless she.seemed to be to influence hipj since he had got in with “that dreadful set.” Miss Berkeley sympathized with her and confided the fact that others of their friends deeply deplored Hilton’s “eccentric” departure-from the straight and narrow path of “good society,”, thereby making matters much worse for the unsuspecting son ,in the 6yes of his mother. ■ - . Miss Berkeley was implored to use her influence to turn the young man from the error of his ways, and prom-

ised, though with some misgiving. Mrs. Bayes was sure she detected a more than ordinary interest in the girl for her sop, and was delighted at the discovery. She could not imagine a .more suitable alliance for Hilton. Helen belonged to one df the best families In point of social position and wealth. She had always liked her, and thegirl’s ready sympathy for her in this matter endeared her more than ever. She determined if possible to bring them together. No doubt Helen would succeed where she had failed, for she reasoned that a man in love can be bent like a green sapling. So she proceeded A) put her plan into execution. She Invited Helen to the house, and saw to it that her soir and the lady were thrown much together. At first when she set these times at hours whep he was due at meetings he flatly refused to remain at home, so she had to conform to his dates, but when she thought she saw he was becoming more interested in Helen, she began to be more careless of the time, in “the hope that he wduld forget his Bowery engagements. Hilton allowed this interference for two or three times, then he put his foot down firmly. He would not stand any more upsetting of his plans. Mrs. Bayes feared Helen was not succeeding as well as she had hoped, but she by no means gave up the battle. Then one day she experienced a shock. Hilton was leaving the house in the morning, and he turned to speak to her. “Did you say Helen Berkely was dining here tonight?” he asked. His mother answered that she was, “Then I won’t be home. You see —■” he hesitated, “If I leave directly after dinner, she feels that it isn’t exactly courteous to her —”

“Well, it isn’t,” said Mrs. Bayes. “I’m not going to be done out of my meeting. So I’d better not come home. Besides I’m getting tired of Helen’s attempts to ‘convert’ me. She doesn’t know any more about the people she raves against than a sheep does of geometry. As to the great human .question, lhe principle underlying the vast social structure, she is about as shallow as it’s possible to be. It’s out of the question to argue with her, and I refuse to be bored any more.” Mrs. Bayes was simply speechless with disappointment and rage, and allowed her son to depart with a look more expressive than words. Helen that night had also to acknowledge her defeat. But the crowning shock to the unhappy mother came months later when Hilton announced to his mother he had become engaged to a girl of the “people,” a Miss Bertha Stall, who worked as a stenographer, and wrote occasionally for a radical paper. She had also several times addressed their meetings. Hilton described her as a bright, brainy hardworking little girl.

“She’s thoroughly in earnest about life,” he added. “And she’s unselfish and sensible. She’d make any man a good wife, and I think I’m a pretty lucky fellow'.” “Oh, indeed!” responded his mother. “I should have supposed it was the wther onewhowas -lucky.L” “Oh, you won’t say that when you see her!” was the enthusiastic reply. “I don’t Intend to see her.” Hilton stared at the coldly determined face in astonishment. But entreaties proved of no avail. At the close of a very stormy scene mother and son parted. She had told him he need never try to see her again till he had changed his views and given up the woman he thought of marrying. So Hilton went his way. He married Bertha Stall, and they went on happily working together. Young Bayes had a fortune in his own right, so they set up a pleasant country home, and lived there when they were not working among the people. Years went by, and Mrs. Bayes never saw her son nor. daughter-in-law nor spoke of them. One day at a meeting of several charitable societies which had combined to work together for a large benefit she was introduced to a pretty, well dressed young woman serving on one of the committees, and they fell into conversation, which T>ecame more and more Interesting as they talked. “Oh!” exclaimed the elder woman, “I must know you better! Won’t you come and see me? I didn’t catch your name.” “Nor I yours,” laughed the other. “We’d better exchange cards.” The women looked at the bits of pasteboard in their hands, and experienced equal shocks. One read: “Mrs. Flavia Norton Bayes,” the other, “Mrs, Hilton Bayes.” Both were silent. The elder 'woman was the first to speak.. “Won’t you come?” she said appealingly. “I do want to know you better !” “Yes,” answered the other, “If you will promise to stay and hear Hilton speak.” Mrs. Bayes promised. She listened to her son in a kind of dazed wonderment. He told these fashionable women how they could best help their less fortunate brothers and sisters. He deplored the wqrse than useless practice of wholesale “charities,” and told |hem how they could really help by informing themselves of the real condition of the poor, and remembering first of all who was their neighbor whom the Christ had said they must love as themselves. This neighbor was not necessarily the one next door in the elegant mansion, but all humanity. Many other things which he put in a forcible, convincing way struck the soul of the mother like a great light illumining undreamed of heights. After it was fl over, she went to her son and said: “Come home, both of you. Let us know each other**« Then Hilton drew her hand within his - arm, and knew she understood. The three went on together.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

OLYMPIA AFTER HER ACCIDENT

The United States cruiser Olympia, Admiral Dewey’s flagship at Manila Bay, being towed under the Queensborough bridge, New York, after being pulled off the rocks near Block island, where she was driven ashore during a storm.

U-BOAT WARFARE DOOMED TO FAIL

Berman Hopes of Forcing Victory Through Starvation of Allies Are Falling. DANGER NOT ENTIRELY OVER Germany Said to Be Building More and Bigger Submarines —No Engagement Between Big Naval Vessels During Third Year. New York. —On the sea the third year of the war has not witnessed a single major engagement between big warships, but the center of the stage has been taken by submarine operations unprecedented in the history of the world, on which the Germans admittedly depend for victory. Adopting the famous American Admiral Mahan’s theory that all great wars are decided by sea, the German war leaders decided they could make up for the lack of a decision on land by cutting the water supply lines of The, allies and forcing a victory through starvation. Enough hflt been experienced of the submarine warfare, however, to convince the entente nations they can retain their vigor in spite of it. Falling hopes of success are plainly perceptible in Berlin. Submarine sinkings were numerous last summer, rising, according to Ge'rinan accounts, to 408,500 tons in November and 439,500 tpns in January last. With the inauguration of ruthless submarine warfare on February 1, speakers declared the sinkings would climb to over a million tons a month and would continue to grow. Instead of showing a regular and alarming increase, however, the list of ships sunk has risen and fallen irregularly and' now shows signs of sinking to, the rate of the period before Germany announced she would sink friend or foe without warning. The number of British ships of over 1,600 tons announced sunk weekly from March 4 was as follows: 14, 13, 36, 18, 18, 17, 19, 40, 38, 24, 18, 18, 18, 15, 22, 27, 21, 15, 14. Allies Worried at First. The submarines for a while had the* allies distinctly worried. That was in the »ve weeks of March, when 40 and 38 British ships of over 1,600 tons were acknowledged sunk. If this rate had kept up Germany might well have won the war or forced a draw. Destruction soon fell to less than half thisr rate, however. The change was due to the increased proportion of merchantmen armed, to the clearing of the seas of slower craft, to better defensive and offensive methods on the part of the allied patrol and to the aid of ’an American destroyer fleet operating off the coast of Ireland and in the steamboat lanes between the United States and France. * That the danger from the submarines is definitely over cannot be stated. Germany is feverishly building more and bigger U-boats of improved designs and her skippers. are becoming more skillful in their dastardly work. A story that the latest design calls for a 6,000-ton boat mounting

80 BILLION COST OF 3 YEARS’ WORLD WAR

New York. Eighty billion dollars is the direct money cost to the belligerent governments of three year? of the great war. The cost is now mounting at rate of $120,000,D00 a day—and this rate is constantly ris- ( Ing. i These statistics are based on ( what is known here of govera- | ment finance in the warring na- | A tlons at the present tipie and are | close approximations of actual I government. expenditures from 1 August 1, 1914, to August 1, I 1917. ; But they do not adequately ! sum up even the money’expenses (of the struggle, still less.Jthe hui man loss and suffering. The to- [ tai loss will never be known; it I is beyond the ken of statisti- ' clans.

many big guns and 40 torpedo tubes may be dismissed as fantastic, but the “submarine cruiser” is probably an important factor of the near future. Meanwhile, American and other inventors are working literally night and day on means to detect and combat the submarine. The great Edison drives his force of inventors and his own remarkable brain 18 hours a day, concentrating on the most important problem of his life. The world is thinking submarines. Something startling should be the result. Difficult to Estimate. > It is difficult to estimate how much merchant tonnage has been sunk in the war. Captain Persius, a leading German writer, declares the total amount of allied and neutral shipping destroyed by the Teutons up to April 1 last was 6,641,000 tons. This is undoubtedly an extreme statement and allied estimates are much smaller. Adding 600,000 tons each for the five months of ruthless warfare since April 1 to Persius’ estimate we get a total of about 9,500,000 tons. This is a very rough approximation. The German information must be imperfect, because submarines often do their work hurriedly and their commanders are not exactly sure what they are sinking. Moreover, the Germans cannot have precise informahon as to the destruction by mines, which has been large. On. the allied side the totals of sinkings are not given out in such a form that a satisfactory calculation of the total can be made; but the volume of exports and imports at important points shows that the entente nation? are carrying on almost as large a business, if war freight is included, as in normal times. , , Since the great, but .inconclusive, battle of Jutland, on May 31, 1916, the battleships and battle cruisers have not had a chance to show their prowess. There is a quite general belief, however, that should the submarine war fail the Germans will again leave their protecting harbors and try

NEARLY GOT AWAY WITH IT

This is a picture of “Private” Hazel Carter. She donned the khaki and accompanied her husband, a corponal, from Douglas, Ariz., to France. There she was discovered and sent back to New York. U -

their might against the British. An even greater battle than the one off Jutland would be the result. U. 8. May Take Part. American warships niay take part In this vast engagement. It is not permitted to state whore the American battle fleet lies at this moment, but America’s word to assist het- allies with every means lu her power is assurance that our 1-lnch rifles will be ranged alongside Admiral Beatty’s big guns whenever it is considered advisable to put them there. Indeed, the activity of the American main fleet in the North sea is so probable that minors (undoubtedly started by Ger man agent s) of a great sea disaster found ready credence this spring. These unfounded stories had it that the United States fleet had met the Germans, been worsted and lay for the most part on the bottom of (he ocean. The reports stirred up such widespread uneasiness among the masses of the people that an oMcKT denial was thought advisable. The last year has seen many brushes between opposing light forces in the North sea. In one spectacular engagement two destroyers locked, The British sailors pouring onto their opponents’ craft and routing them with cutlasses in the fashion of bygone centuries. A British fleet pounded the German harbor of Zeebrugge to pieces and damaged the left end of the Teuton battle line resting on the North sea. The entry of the United States into the war, with the third largest navy in the world, has rendered the position of the entire nations much more secure on the sea. British patrols along the Atlantic coast of North and South America have* mostly been replaced by American boats, leaving the English craft free for work nearer home. The United States is building 300 submarine chasers and an unstated, but undoubtedly large number of hydroairplanes for the campaign against the U-boat. Bremen Meets Disaster. On August 1, 1918,. the first merchantman submarine, the Deutschland, left Baltimore homeward bound. She reached Germany safely and then made a second transatlantic trip—this time to New London, Conn. The entry of the United States into the war prevented a third trip. Meanwhile, a sister ship, the Bremen, seems to have met disaster on her way here.

A spectacular feat was performed by the fighting submarine U-53, which came into Newport, R. L, on October 7 last, stayed a few hours and then put W sea. She sank five merchantmen off Nantucket lightship the next night, the passengers and crews being rescued by a fleet of American destroyers. The Germans announced later the U-53 had reached home in safety. The year was also signalized by the sinking of several hospital ships unwarned by the Germans. Among these was the Britannic, the largest British vessel afloat, which was destroyed in the Aegean November 21. The Germans announced that in the future they would not warn any hospital ships except those sailing at certain specified, times and taking prescribed routes. On November 23 the Russian dreadnaught Imperatrita Marla was sunk by an Internal explosion and 200 lives were lost. The German cruiser Moewe made a successful raid in the South Atlantic. On January 17 it was learned she had sunk 21 ships and captured three others. Part of her prisoners she allowed to land at South American ports and part she sent to Germany on board the prize ship Yarrowdale. She herself reached Germany safely. The greatest feat of Germany on the sea, however, was'accomplished when by her ruthless submarine war she brought the United States into the war as her enemy this spring. The Americans immediately started a vast shipbuilding program, which may undo for Germany all the work of the U-boats.

FIGHT HOOKWORM IN BRAZIL

American Physicians Given Free Hand for Campaign in the Interior of Republic. Rio de Janeiro.—Through the efforts of Dr. Charles Seidle, director of the public health department, and Drs. Lewis Wendell Hackett and George Stone of the Rockefeller foundation, the government has given the American institution free hand to wage a campaign on the hookworm in the interior of Brazil. ‘ The percentage of inhabitants of the outlying districts afflicted with this disease Is high, according to health department officials. Creditable work has already been done by the American physicians and ft is believed Ahe proposed canffraign will be of inestimable value iq the stimulation oPagricultural enterprise.

REJECTED 13 TIMES; ARMY NOW TAKES HIM

New’ York.— Nothing is so successful as persistence when a man, really want. 4 / to help Uncle Sam “Can the Kaiser.” Like the young Brooklynite who recently ate his way into the naval militia, F. J. Fitzpatrick, rejected 13 times by the army, navy, Marina corps and National (tnard, for physical unfitness, has finally exercised himself into the First battalion of the Signal ccyps. Immediately after being accepted he was plaehd.Qn exhibit in the midday minute meetings for recruiting in Chambers street.

AS TO OTHER LIFE

One Man’4 5 Conception of What Heaven May Offer in the Way ofAotivities. Beauty comes always with the slanting sun. The woods, the tree-bor-dered roads, the brook that turns and yinds to keep its level, even the wide plain seen from a height, all seem more, beautiful at sunset and sunrise than at any other hour. The shadows on the snow are wonderful, more wonderful than any noontide fall of light can be. So in out human life childhood and age, the times of the slanting sun carry a special charm or pow-. er of beauty. We grown-up, middleaged people must be content, most of theMtme, to forego romance,-to be practical anduseful, the organizers and builders of the world and not its centers of delight. It is something to> look back upon with cheer, indeed, that we were once the delight and inspiration of a father’s and a mother’s heart, worthy of having our picture* taken at frequent intervals to showhow we had grown. Nobody asks us to have our pictures taken nowadays. Something to Look Forward To. It is also something to look forward to that perhaps some day of our declining sun we may win back admira-* tion by a reposeful spirit, if not by the intricate wrinkles of a faqe such as , the artist comes to love. Do you remember that the imagination of the race, in looking forward to a life which it is hoped will be more full of happiness than that we know, has usually pictured it with the qualities of beauty which I have called those of the slanting sun? We take our imagery in these matters largely from the experience—the likings and disliking® —of the Hebrew people, and from the Christian thought of Palestine and Egypt—lands where the unclouded and straight-beating sun brings peril and the noonday glare is inimical to life. “The dew of the morning” is their symbol of delight. The saints of our Christian picturing are old men with snow-white hair, telling of long experience. Our angels are young children, or grown-up children, who have never tasted the experiences of earth’s life. It is rather a curious thing, when you come to consider it, that we have such vague and often childish imaginations of the possible occupations — and interests of this following life to which we look. That door is shut. There Is no place for peeping. We all know in our hearts that the pictures of a perpetual hymn-singing, In places “where congregations ne’er break up the Sabbaths have no end,” no more appeal to our pleasurable imagination than the listless laziness of the Elysian # Fields. It will be quite as necessary to forget ourselves for happiness in heaven as it Is on earth; Curiously enough, I do not remember in these old Puritan self-upliftings into a much too tenuous atmosphere for _ serious thought any hoppy premonitions or expectations of heavenly sermons which will never end nor, in fact, any reference whatever to preaching. Apparently that ecstatic and pietistle thought never got much further than an eternal service of song. Milton — after Cromwell perhaps the greatest of the Puritans—knew better than that. His picture of the is social and companionable: There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troupes and sweet societies That sing, and singing, in their glory move, , And wipe the tears forever from his eyes. Joy In the Thought of Service. The only attitude of mind which is possible toward the occupations of the coming Jife is that of a joyfully ex- * pectant optimism- For a man who/ loves work and chafes under all inactivity perhaps the most encouraging promise in Holy Writ must always be: “His servants shall serve him.” Even golf might pall, or ice hockey, or bridge, except as a part of the mere variety of life. A heaven of Idleness — after the first few days of resting out —might turn into a hell of boredom, if there were no personal relations to keep it sweet with service to be rendered. I know that in the slanting light of old age, as we know it on the earth, a good* many of us are reconciled to unambitious and quiet hours, the counterpart of childish times of sleeping. But that Is not heaven—that is a cheerful acceptance of gathering disabilities. But who could look forward to a permanent senility, even though it held the promise of afterdinner naps innumerable? Heaven is .to do for us what the fabled fountain of youth died for the man who reached It —or what is the use of heaven 1 The starting point of the life to come, ' thank God, is not to be the stage of progress we have reached in the passage of these earthly years at the very moment they may end. My grandmother died an Old, old lady,'very deaf i and mainly prisoned in her sunny chamber with her family pictures and her books. Site had brought up ten children in a house where her lightest word was law and bad always led an active life of household cares and outdoor ministries. If I meet her in that other life we shall probably need to be introduced. For she will not be the bent old woman whom the boy 0f... twenty used to know. The Conditions - of that Alfa apd the conditions of our entry into it are beyond our present imaginings. We can only think of body as expressing soul, and of the, soul as young and full of youth’® vitalities. I think God may be trusted not to let his house become a place of weariness to the children whom he ha® , invited to come home. —Boston Tran-* script ' '