Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 216, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 September 1917 — Page 2

The Unknown

By F. L. Henderson

(Copyright, 1917, by W. G. Chapman.) Vance Denzil yawned drearily and tossed, rather than placed, the heavy tome in his lap upon the table at his side. “Dry as dust,” he uttered complalnIngly, “and getting worse. I’m not in the mood for law these superb summer days. Last year—” „ There Denzil halted himself abruptly and a shade of irrepressible sadnesscrossed his face. Last year, indeed, presented a contrast: A sweetly secluded country town and Nellie Bryant. It hud seemed as If a golden future of love, peace and happiness was assured the day they became engaged. Tender letters of mutual cheer had passed between them for a month. Then no replies came to his own. And then one day a brother of Nellie visited the city and came to the office where Denzil was studying law. The latter had always looked upon him as a flighty, uncontrollable young cub, whom he tolerated because Nellie was his half-sister. He had liked Nellie’s step-mother less. . “Thought I’d drop In on you.” volubly descanted the shifty-eyed lad. “In fact, mother said to. And Nellie —oh, yes, here Is the packet Nellie said to place it in your hands.” Denzil choked up as he guessed the contents—his letters and a ring. He -could feel the outlines of the latter, undoubtedly the little engagement circlet he had given the only girl he had ever loved, at their last meeting. “You see, Nellie thought you awful nice and attractive and said so, but

“Here is the Packet."

you know how girls change their minds. There’s a rich yOung fellow at Rosedale caught her fancy, and I reckon she’s forgotten you. Sorry, but It’s the way of the world, hey?” Denzil could have kicked this rude mauler of his tender emotions into the street, but repressed the inclination for acute bitterness succeeded to soul pain, as, judging from what the lad said, Nellie had simply played with his affections and was a heartless, cruel jade! For a month t)enzil mourned and suffered. Then he got down to work and tried to forget Nellie, engrossed in trying to make a lawyer of himself. “My first lady love,” he soliloquized. “She shall be the last,” and he believed it. , Time had somewhat healed the wounds of the past, but had made him cynical. Upon this present day of his life, as his eye rooved across the court between the building he was in and the, one opposite. Denzil half smiled as his glance rested on a particular window. Its low sash was raised and upon a little stand just beyond it was a lady’s hat. “The unknown,” he spoke slowly and with a whimsical twinkle In his eyes. His heart was not as dead to romance as he had fancied, or feigned. Amid his solitude and unsociableness, a score of times before he had noted that hat. In idle imagination he had woven a sort of mystical thread of romance about It The window apparently let Into a small anteroom to the apartment beyond. Every morning a gracefully formed girl had come to work and had placed her hat aside for the day. He had never seen her face. Once he had caught sight of a wealth of shining golden tresses, of a dainty, unringed band. He had found it entertaining to fancy the features of the girl. It pleased him, it distracted his gjoomy thoughts. The bat was "very ipretty, neat and modest, hence its owner must be possessed of good taste. It had a veil, there was spangle of well-matched ribbons at one side. He would be able to recognize that hat among a thousand. ' “My unknown Is going home earlier titan usual,” suddenly exclaimed Den-' and he started up from his chair.

“Suppose I go down the street and get & glimpse of the face under the hat.” Longing for companionship was the element of the occasion, although Denzll did not take time to analyze it that far. He watched a hand reach for the hat, and it and its wearer vanished from his sight. Denzil was down the stairs promptly. He turned a corner and then another one. Just as he neared the front of the bulldog across the court from the building in which his office was located, he slowed up his pace. “it is she,” he reflected. “Shall I cross the street, or get ahead of her? It won’t do to appear bold or annoying. Why! that’s strange.” What was strange, was that the wearer of the hat had dark hair. He had noted her a blonde. Had distance deluded him? At all events, however, there was a charming neatness of attire and gracefulness of form. He had started in as the adventure —he would pursue It further. Finally, with a well-affected unconsciousness of spying-br proximity, Denzil gained the side of his object of interest. He ventured a glance. It brought disappointment. The veil was down to the lips. It was not a heavy veil, but it quite concealed the upper portion of the .face of the unknown. Then someone jostled him. He was eompelled to fall behind, and he was conterjt now to follow this object of an idle, capri clous - whim and possibly thereby learn her identity. Thus for four squares. At the end of the last there was abruptly interjected into the situation a vivid element of excitement. A thunderous racket filled the air. A dozen shrill tones chorused warning, dread. She of the veiled hat seemed all unconscious of the racket. Glancing down the side street, Denzil sprang Into action as he caught sight of a heavy truck attached to two horses, who were covering distance with prodigious" spurts of speed. They had left the street and were tearing down the pavement. The girl was directly in their course. Within a single palpitating moment they would crush down, upon her. With a superb athletic swing Denzil was at her side. He seized her bodily and swung her back, driving her squarely into the arms of a portly pedestrian—but safe. Himself he did not escape so easily. He experienced a stunning contact and lost sensibility. “Don’t move,” fell upon his hearing, as he lay outstfetched on a lounge in the rear room of a pharmacy. “No bones broken, but only youth and sturdiness could have escaped as you have. Rest a little. Your young lady is all right. She fainted, but they have brought her around all right.” “My young lady!” repeated Denzil vaguely. “Oh, you mean the unknown —” He was interrupted at that moment. She of the hat had entered the room, but minus the hat.

“I wish to thunk my brave preservand then she wavered and fell, staring helplessly, into a chair. The unknown was known —Nellie Bryant. A sight of her roused Denzil by magic. The wise old doctor smiled benignantly and left them together. She was shy, trembling, agitated, he consumed with mystery—and hope. In that strange room a stranger story was told, revealing the wicked wiles of a scheming stepmother, intercepted letters, and forged ones. “I believed you no longer cared for me,” confessed-'Nellie, “but I refused to marry the man my, stepmother had selected. I left home and just to-day got a position with a girl friend. I borrowed her hat to go on an errand and—” “Dear Nellie,” spoke Denzil tenderly, “you can give up that position. I’ll offer you a better one —as my wife.”

GREEKS OF ASIATIC TURKEY

Occupy Only a Small Part of the Coast and Away From It Lose Their Racial Instincts. The only part of Asiatic Turkey where Western civilization has made at least some serious headway is the well-watered coastal belt which fringes Asia Minor and is chiefly Greek and Christian. The true Greek is only found within reach of the sea. He Is by instinct fisherman, sailqfc; and trader, eventually developing into wholesale merchant and banker. After leaving the coastal belt, he gradually loses his racial characteristics, merging with the Turkish-Mahometan pop: ulation of the interior. It must be noted, however, that the designation “Turk” has, in those regions. no racial significance proper. The pure Tartar vagrant is in the minority. The Asiatic nomads penetrating, to this day, Asia Minor in irregular Immigration waves, hail mostly from the Kirghiz steppes, and the principal purpose of their immigration is the desire to embrace the Mahometan religion. Similar is the reason for the steady emigration to Asia Minor from the vartbus Balkan states.

Not Answer He Expected.

— A.- London stock broker bought a “place In the country,” where he liked to figure as the squire and local magistrate. In this capacity he dropped into the village school one day, and began to ask the children questions. “Now, what is an island?” he asked. T “There was no answer. “Come, now; could I ride on horseback from here to France?” “No, you couldn’t,” replied Tom Brown, son of the ostler at the village inn. “My father saw you on horseback yesterday, and he said he was sure you couldn’t ride half a mile without getting your neck broken.”—London Tit-Bits. 1

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Introducing Suits and Fabrics

Fashion holds a loose rein this season and leaves much to the fancy of the individual. If only she contrives =tb be smart and somewhat original she may please herself as to the length of her coat, the lines of her silhouette and the material of hex smlt. She who loves the plain, tailor-made suit in quiet colors is much approved by fashionable sentiment, and she who cannot be happy in severe things may go a long way in elaboration. Nevertheless the predominating style In tailored suits is built bn the almost straight line silhouette, with a threequarter length (or slightly longer) coat and a plain skirt without any fullness-to spare and hanging straight. It may even cup in a little toward the bottom, and buttoned up the 'side seams from the hem almost to the knee. There Is no attempt to make

Superb Lounging Robe of Satin

It is a far cry from the ordinary klmona to the gorgeous lounging robe that is pictured here, although there are kimonas and kimonas; some of them superb and rich in the embroideries of Japan. Perhaps It ip these that have inspired the boudoir gowns or lounging robes that have departed frorri the simple ways of their forebear to become rich and splendid. Anyway at home one may be as gaily decked out as the fancy chooses, and as rich apd splendid as money will allow, without offending anybody’s taste or sense of fitness. This lounging robe is of salmon colored satin embroidered with silk in tones of the same color. The long, setin sleeves with points finished with tassel. carry the mind kinomaward, and so does the management of the front where the opening is like that of a kimona. But a “V” shaped vestee is sk in and the garment cut with a long finished at the bottom with an embroidered band. The skirt portion is set on to this and falls open to the hem, pre-supposing an under-petticoat Of silk or net or lace. The under-pet-ticoat is of crepe de chine, with a lace trimmed flounce. To indulge in so rich a boudoir gown is to take the consequences in the form’of petticoats, slippers, stockings and cap that shall be in keeping with it. The pretty cap shown in the picture leaves no doubt in the mind as to its origin for it is a dainty interpretation of a coolie hat, „ The crovfa is made of bands of narrow ribbon, the brim

suit skirts longer and eight Inches above the floor is a safe rule for them. There are several new names for soft woolen cloths, usually descriptive of their surfaces. -Instead of trying to remember them all—for no one.else is apt to —they may be classed as the “glove finish” materials, as their names imply—suede twill, wool jersey, velours, broadcloth, bolivia, are all of this character. ; The suit shown here has a plain skirt, fuller than the average. The coat is semi-fitting with straight line down the front, and a fashionable fullness over the hips, where it is set on to a belt curved at the sides. Two small pockets appear below the belt and there is a convertible collarjrf the material. The hem of is very narrow and there are no decorative features except the buttons on the pockets,

of lace and a flounce of lace falls from the brim edge. The slippers are made of satin ribbon set on to a soft sole and gathered about the top edge. They are held on by narrow straps made of satin ribbon shirred over flat elastic and there are two straps to each slipper. The cap and slippers need not be of the same color as the robe but the effect is fine when they are.

Overhead Decoration.

A charming device for an overhead decoration for a porch, outdoor fete or even a dining, room is made by tnking a large Japanese umbrella or parasol. Cut off the handle close to the. top, then get a wee electric light and fasten on the end of each rib, say, alternating white an<F blue. From each rib a strand of smilax, asparagus fern or narrow ribbon may radiate to the corners of the table.

Silk Coatees Favored.

Little silk bolero coatees are made to go with the lovely cream white net dresses. They are often rather loose, and made by lapping the breadths to make them take the form of the figure, more or less. They are bordered with ancient gimps, or with old-fashioned looking narrow flowered ribbons. They generally take the tone of the ribbon "used In some way on these v* porous dresses. ' L- .. • 3—.-+ — 'f- t *

Gales of GOTHAM and other CITIES

War in Europe Finds an Echo on the Bowery NEW YORK.— The war Is on every lip. Whether It Is a Fifth avenue drawing room or a Bowery saloon, its occupants invariably turn to the world conflict as a favorable topic of discussion, and frequently the argument

name of Schultz, especially at this time.” Then a discussion of the war started, and in less time than it takes to tell it the interior of that saloon resembled a bombed section of Reims. The combatants went to it with the ferocity of tigers, and every man in the place was taking either a healthy wallop or a vicious kick at everybody else. All were impartial in the delivery of their blows. It was a case of'whenever a head bobbed up to knock it down. In the heat of battle Ginanski cried out that he had been stabbed. Schultz and Romanoff dived for the door, but were stopped by combatants. An automobile filled with secret service men was passing and hearing the uproar in the saloon they stopped. They arrested Schultz and Romanoff and sent In a call for an ambulance. Then they piled their prisoners in the car and started for police headquarters. Patrolman Bowers of the Fifth street station, who had just heard of the fight, ran up and, thinking the two combatants were being spirited away by friends, leaped on the running board of the car and with pistol drawn ordered the chauffeur to stop. Explanations followed and all went to the police station. Ginanski will recover. The two prisoners were charged with felonious assault and held in $1,500 ball each.

Up-to-Date Settlement of Matrimonial Tangles HAVRE, MONT.—When a man falls in love with another man’s wife, usually there’s a shooting affray, remarks the Detroit Free Press. And, again, when a woman gets to liking another woman’s husband better than he*

own there’s the deuce to pay. But not so here! "? When Mrs. T. W. Turcotte, wife of a prominent Havre lawyer, felt she loved the husband of Mrs. Henry Jordan better than her own mate she" didn’t hide the matter. Nor did Mrs. Henry Jordan when she fell in love with Mr. Turcotte. Nor .did Mr. Jordan when he became fonder of Mrs. Turcotte than of his own wife. Their way out of an unusual love

tangle was to trade wives and husbands. Mrs. Jordan agreed to swap her husband to Mrs. Turcotte in exchange for Mr. Turcotte with nothing to boot. The husbands were willing enough to be traded. In fact, they were well along on a plan to trade wives with- each other. So, Instead of any killing or unwritten-law defenses or suits for alienation of affection, there evolved two unique matrimonial trades. The Jordans and Turcottes agreed to get divorces.. Divorce decrees were granted them at Boulder Hot Springs. Then the former Mrs. Jordan became the new Mrs. Turcotte,' and the former Mrs. Turcotte became the new Mrs. Jordan. The two couples stood up together at the ceremony, and the friendliest relations exist between them. Now they are living again as neighbors in all good fellowship. Before the divorces the Jordans and Turcottes were next door neighbors. It was then the husbands and their wives concluded they were wrongly mated and decided to back out of their matrimonial ulliances and start anew. Both couple/i had children, each a boy and girl. After the matrimonial swap one couple tool? the two boys and the other took the two girls. This gives each father and mother one own child and a stepchild.

Beer Mask Proved Antidote for Ammonia Fumes DETROIT. —“The Germans have taken Bates street and have pushed as far east as headquarters. They are gassing the Gold Dollar bar and the chop suey joint.” The ice man thus reported a sad incident Monday afternoon

copious tears into a tall shell in the adjoining saloon. Except for the weeping horses the alley was empty for over an hour. Inspector James Sprout volunteered to cross the street 1 and direct the operations of relief, but one whiff from the alley sent him back to the highest step of the headquarters grand stairway. By four o’clock the leak had reached such proportions that several passing Harper and Fourteenth cnrs were seen to shake as with a fit. But one of these shuddering vehicles brought the man who solved the problem. He was a negro who used to work in an ammonia factory in Cincinnati. Entering the bar he ordered a burlap sack soaked with beer. Wrapping the dripping sack around his face “Ammonia Bill” went into the cellar. “Send down another sack, ’n soak it well,” he called up In about five minutes. The sack went down and the first one came up—dry as flint. Half a dozen times the brew-dripping bags went down and came up dry. By that times the fumes had disappeared. The proprietor of the case invited the ammonia plumber toTiavc a couple without having to wring them out, and traffic was resumed.

Food Conservation Vitally Interests the Movies CHICAGO. —Now it is proposed to Hooverlze the drama. Thomas H. Inc*, member of the food commission of the National Association of the Motion Picture Industry, in a telegram to Chuck Czar Hoover recommends the elimi-

nation during the war of scenes in motion pictures and plays calling for the use of food. He estimates the food wasted in such scenes amounts annually to several hundred thousand dollars. It’s a blow to art. no doubt of that. What will the comedians do without custard pies to throw? Picture the desolation of Fatty Arbuckle when he is told that he mustn’t peal potatoes ■ with an electric fan. How will Charlie Chaplin exist without hurling

’a cream puff into the face of a policeman every morning? And then, too, what about the more or less legitimate drama? Really there will be nb use far the pestered heroine to put on her black shawl and, sniffling- into her soggy handkerchief, go out into the bitter night where the property snow is falling, unless she can leave a roast turkey on the dining-room table with a lot, of wolves around it about to pounce on the bird. Wba* will be done about the banquet scene In “Macbeth?" Must Gobbo give up his apple? Shall Jack Falstaff drink his cup o’ slack without a toast lift? Shall the good knight's boon companions, Nym, Bardolph and Pistol, fusty trencherman all, go unHned with capon? Why, this Hoove* person might evei bar chickens from the musical shows!

waxes hot and vehement. Michael Ginanski, twenty, a laborer, of 340 Bowery; Nicholas Romanoff, twentytwo, of 223 Bowery, and John Schultz, twenty-two, of the same address, met in a Bowery saloon. Although of different nationalities they had been friends for a long time. When drinks were ordered arid served and glasses clinked Ginanski turned to the Russian and said: “A man with the name of Romanoff slrbhld not drink with one by the

at police headquarters. Over in the alley that runs west from Fanner street, between Monroe avenue and Bates street, a battle continued with unabated fury, as the war offices say. Somewhere down in the depth of the chop suey emporium un ammonia pipe on the refrigerating plant had sprung a leak. An Ice wagon horse, left to an unkind fate, sneezed until' his checkreln broke. ' His mate’s eyes flowed until little puddles bathed his hoofs. The heartless driver poured