Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 230, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 October 1917 — Page 2

Rescuing Hettie

By HI AKERS

(Copyright, by W. G. Chapman.) Hettle trudged back and forth from the box factory where she earned just enough to pay for the little, cold bedroom, the scanty meals and the cheap clothes, which were necessary to exIsfence. Her hours were long and her pleasures few. Was It any •wonder she went when she could to. the nickel movies, and reveled In the delights of another world than hers? Even when the films did, touch her own world, and the poor working girl was lured away into perilous paths, she so often was rescued by handsome young men, or rich women that she “lived happily ever afterward." Hettle shrank from entering the paths of vice. The movies had done much for her In the way of warning, more perhaps than many sermons might have done. But she was only seventeen, and she wanted some of the good thlngs. something of the joy of life. She did not want to suffer the horrors that happened to the screen heroines, but she did want to be “rescued.” If only some rich woman would adopt her. That was the dream that became her constant companion. It had happened to these other girls quite frequently, why not to her? The handsome young hero seemed such a remote possibility, that the probability of being adopted appeared to be a great deal more likely to happen. In her prayers for the latter boon Hettle had especially stipulated that the woman must be rich, for to be adopted by a ..poor woman, and put into the kitchen to do all the work did not seem to offer a pleasing alternative. It might prove an even worse life than that of the box factory. Never having remembered her own parents, there entered also into her dream the longing for the kind of affection which only the mother heart can give. It is not to be supposed that

She Awoke in a Narrow, White Bed.

the handsome young man played no part in the girl’s vision. No, he was always there. But she reasoned he was quite sure to appear at the proper time if she could go into the society where he was to be found. Clearly the only way out of it was to be adopted. It had not entered Hettie’s mind that some slight preparatory education in grammar, and the mode of speech required in cultured society might help some in the process bf acquiring an adopted mother. She had had a rudimentary school training ia the institution from which she went to the box factory, but her association with the girls of that section of the town, had not added, to the elegance of her language. Poor little Hettle! she was bright, kindly, and well-meaning, and her desires were only the normal ones of youth. Once she told a girl companion of her wish to be adopted, and was so laughed at and ridiculed, that she ever after kept her aircastles to herself. But her dream would not down. It became a kind of obsession. , Whether It was because her vision was in this misty region while her small body was in the path of rushing traffic in the great city, or whether fate took a hand, there came the awful impact of the automobile, and Hettle knew no more till she awoke in a narrow, white up into the faces of a doctor and nurse. She gazed about for the adopted mother, but there were only nurses moving around the place. Clearly something had happened, and the adopted mo f her ought to be a part of it, When she tried to move she found it very painful, and asked for an explanation, and was told she had been struck by an automobile, but that she would be all right in a feyr days. She asked whose automobile it was, and the nurse answered It was Mrs. Burlson’s, a very-kind lady who was very sorry, and had brought her there, and tojd them to do everything they could, and that she would be responsible for the pay. Hettle felt. - r> , .•■' ' ' ' ' *■ ' . .

sure her dream was coming true, and she asked the nurse when the lady waS) coming again. “She didn’t mention anything about coming again,” she answered. Then seelrg the girl’s disappointed look, she added: “But I dare say she will.” “Of course she will,” was Hettle’s confident reply. Hettie suffered a great deal of pain. But after all, ?he told herself she must expect that. All the girls on the screen who had acquired adopted mothers, and I|vcd happily ever after, had suffered in some way beforehand. The next day she was told a messenger had come from Mrs. Burlson, and did she wish to see him? Of course she did. ! A young man came in carrying fruit and flowers. He could not forone minute have been taken for the handsome hero. HIS fftce fflg quite plain, bronzed, lean, and with 4he disadvantage of a turmup nose. But his eyes were honest, his mouth kindly, and his form straight, and well knit. He came with a mixture of pity and diffidence to the forlorn little figure on the cot. He told her Mrs. Burlson wanted to know how she was, and had sent her the fruit and flowers. Rather awkwardly he told her how sorry he was. ' Then Hettle noticed he wore a chauffeur’s dress, and guessed he was the one who ran her down. But she was too busy thinking of Mrs. Burlson to bear him any grudge, and she asked him when Tire lady was coming? He did not seem to know, but said he would tell Mrs. Burlson that she would like to see her. The chauffeur came every day to see her. The second time It was to tell her that Mrs. Burlson was out of town, but that she had left word for him to Inquire every day about Miss Hettle Baxter. She found out his name was Julius Frost, and was always glad to see him, because he brought some message from her probable adopted mother. Julius was at first so filled with remorse at having driven over the girl, he was more awkward than usual in expressing himself, but after a time this wore off a bit, and he cheered the -patient with jolly stories, and cheering "promises, of how he~wanted to Take her for some rides in that very car when she was able to go. All this seemed in Hettle’s mind to point to the facVof a probable adoption into the family. At last one day Mrs. Burlson came. She was a very pretty, beautifully gowned young woman, much too young to be thought of as a mother, even an adopted one, and she spoke to Hettie in a cold patronizing way that so crushed and disappointed the girl, that Julius found her in tears. He was so kindly sympathetic that he drew from her the cause. She had hoped to flpd some one who would want her, even ' take her In her home —as her own. Then Julius found voice for the words he had wanted to speak. “Little girl,” he said, “I want you awfully. I’d take better care of you than Mrs. Burlson. It wouldn’t be lots of money, but it would be a comfy little flat for you and me. And she never could love you half as much as I do.” The answer must have been quite" satisfactory, for the day Hettie was able to leave the hospital on the arm of Julius, she was heard to say softly to him: “Honey, this beats getting adopted like dollars do coppers.”

VESSEL IN CONSTANT PERIL

Any Moment May Be the Lass of Ship That Braves the Terrors of the Arctic Seas. —= “Any vessel navigating in arctic waters may at any time -be crushed so suddenly that nothing below can be saved. At Etah,” Robert E. Peary writes in the Century, “I have always made preparations for such an emergency, and had all the pemmican, tea, coffee, biscuits, sugar, oil, ammunition —in fact, all the essentials necessary to sustain life and health- — placed on deck close to the rail, where it could easily be thrown off to the ice. In addition to this, the whaleboats, fully equipped for a week or ten days’ voyage, were ready at a moment’s notice to be lowered. Each boat, besides the required complement of oars, oarlocks, boathooks, a liquid compass and a bailer, contained pemmicam conveniently packed in sixpound tins; biscuits, 50 pounds; coffee, 10 pounds; compressed tea, 5 pounds; sugar, 10 pounds; condensed milk, 10 cans; oil, 5 gallons; a small oilstove, 1 rifle and 100 cartridges; 1 shotgun and 50 shells; 1 box of matches in a tightly corked—bottle; —l—hatchet, knives; a .can opener; needles and thread, and medical supplies consisting of quinine, astringent, bandages, cotton, gauze, boraclc acid, dusting powder, catgut and liniment. And every member of the party, including the Eskimos, had a small bundle of extra clothing packed and stood ready to leave the ship immediately after throwing off the supplies and lowering the boats."

He Was On His Way.

McCrea worked in a powder factory, and usually went hotae to meals with his chum, O’Reilly. The latter was going alone to dinner the other day, when McCrea’s wife,. meeting him, asked: _ i “Where’s himself -that he’s not wid you today. Mr. O’Reilly?” “Shura an’ didn’t he lave the factory in a great hurry an hour ago, ma’am,” answered O’Reilly. “An’ did he say where he was goin’T” she Inquired. ' “Not a word did he say,” answered O’Reilly; “nor I don’t think he knew himself—till he struck the match. Then he went off wid the roof an’ half of the factory.” □Xs? Ji, “

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER. IND.

what Can We Do?

The Navy league is in need of comfort kits for the men in the navy and so far has only half the number asked for. Church societies, clubs, and individuals are invited to interest themselves and take this matter up at once. The kits are made of blue denim, bound with a strong braid, and have compartments for carrying all the things needed by our sailor boys to keep themselves and clothing fit And "nifty.” They are small but rompactortd-carry an unbelievable number. The kits ready to be fitted with toilet requisites, etc., can be bought ready made foE SI.OO, and fitted by the individual. A fitted kit costs $2.00. But the Navy league Is more anxious to get sewers to make them than to"ljrovlde them ready made. A denim pattern, ready to make, costs 40 cents, and the cut material costs 30 cents. Societies or individuals may buy the materials as they choose and with a pattern to guide them cut and make

Designed for the Sportswoman

If anything were needed to add to the allurement of life out of doors during the days of Indian summer it could be found in the outfits that have been designed for the sportswoman this fall. Costumers appear to have put their minds earnestly on this matter and it has come to the place where she can deinand style, and lots of it, along" wlth~cbmfdrt~~and~~convenience; in her life-in-the-open-air togs. We have come to trousers, whether

Mohair Is Favored.

Among the new dress fabrics for autumn serge and mohair stand out prominently. Mohair in particular seems to be enjoying a favor unprecedented. There is an English mixture of mohair with wool threads that is both beautiful and distinctive in texture and quality. The material has a handsome sheen and possesses excellent draping qualities. It comes also in very desirable shad es. Broa dclot h will be used for formal tailor-mades, but is not so popular for frocks, unless combined with satin. All frocks must suggest softness of lines now. and while broadcloth is rich and distinguished, it has a more or less heavy suggestion not compatible with indoor modes for this year.

Veils for Mourning.

Heavy crepe veils have almost been abandoned with mourning garb. The modern veil, is of Brussels net: —silk net, of course—and has a deep or narrow crepe border, according to the taste df the wearer or the period of

the kits. Any Information needed may be obtained by addressing the Kit department, Woman’s section, Navy league, 1402 Stevens building, Chicago, 81. - ' Fittings for the kits may be bought through the Navy league. For over fifty kits they will cost sl.lO each; for under fifty $1.25 cents. A club making fifty kits can usually get contributions .from druggists and merchants in the way of supplies forjhem. Each of the kits contains the following: A comb, toothbrush. —nailbrush" (which" is a small scrubbing brush), talcum powder, soap in a soap box, petroleum jelly, dental cream, shoestrings, penlcll with eraser, corncob pipe, tobacco, needles, black and white thread, row of pins, bone buttons, safety pins, bachelor buttons, and six postcards. The Navy league is in need of sewers to make these kits, and those who are willing to do their bit by contributing time to do this work should inform the kit department at once.

it is to tramp or camp or hunt or fish, or even to motor, when the talk is of sports clothes. All the signposts of fashion point trousers-ward, wherever skirts are in the way. We can bid them good-by without a regret —to change them for something as smart and “nifty” as the hunting suit shown above. cjy

mourning. The veil is supposed to be worn over the face for the first six months, and thrown back from the face during the second six iponths. After that a plaited veil is worn at the back and a bordered face veil supplements it. But if crepe veils have gone out of fashion, crepe as a trimming has not; quantities of crepe ate used in mourning frocks of black henrietta, black chiffon, black crepe de chine and black mohair. ~ A very beau tiful mourning fabric is black ffiohali and worsted mixture, which has a handsome, dull luster, If one may use the two words In juxtaposition, and a very rich texture. .

Colored Crepe. de Chine Chemises.

Crepe de chine chemises in lapion, pink and palest cyclamen have supplanted the white, which have so long been popular. This la probably due to the fact that linens are scarce and crepe de chine as a substitute is infinitely prettier, although its wearing qualities leave something to be desired.

Baseball Fan Dies in a Moment of Happiness MEWYORK.—ltwastlTeninth Inning. The game stood 3 to 2 against the 11 home team. Two men were out, and William Koch, Jr., came to the bat. In the crowd that had gathered in the ball park on the old Morris estate in ,

the Bronx boys. Nlne’strange and unnamed young men had come to dispute supremacy with them. The two men were out, one man was on base anti one run was needed to tie the score in the ninth. Young William picked a bat with great care. He faced the pitcher with the confidence of youth. "Strike one !” called the umpire. The pitcher wound up again. He sent one over the plate with a snap and there came a report that sounded like a rifle in full play. The ball sped on and on over the head of the center fielder. The man on base ran home and young Koch made the circuit of the bases. Everybody lost sight of the elder man in the general jollification that followed the home run until somebody called out that a man had fallen in the crowd. Young Koch ran over to see what had happened. He found his father dead. Heart disease had asserted itself and the excitement of the moment in which he saw his son proclaimed a local hero was too much for the 014 baseball fan.

California “ Fresh-Air” Cranks Attend Campfire LOS ANGELES.—Eighteen miles northwest of this city, near Roscoe, a colony of cranks has been enjoying the next-to-nature life during the past week under the watchful eyes of Dr. Leroy Henry, chief crank of the bunch.

The word “cranks” is not inappropriate, because the folks themselves call themselves such and their present stunt Is the “second annual campfire of California cranks.” Moreover, the colony had its rendezvous at Camp “Don’t-Glve-a-Durn,” located on “Freedom Hill.” Evidently the conventions are not observed to the letter and “have a good time” seems to be the mainspring of the outing. The cranks have been enjoying the simple life for more than two weeks.

Two sessions daily have been held, one at two o’clock and the other at seven o’clock, each lasting a full two hours. The rules of the camp forbade a dlseussion of the main topic. Incidentally there have been music and some recitations. Each crank has his or her own blankets and food and such a thing as a bed is taboo. No, indeedy; old Mother Earth Is good enough. Doctor Henry announced in the beginning that repose would be upon “garden beds softened with pick and rake,” and it has been so. Doctor Henry, who gets his mall at Burbank, invited his friends to wear washable clothes “and for a few days to live the simple, relaxed life under the trees with the birds and stars and Intellectual friends.” He also told them: “Tone up your inner life and adjust the wheels in your head so your soul, if you have one, will have as good a chance to grow as your potatoes and bank account.”

Pitiful Story Touched Kindly Heart of Judge KANSAS CITY. —A red velvet hat with a brim that drooped; a faded pink kimono, pinned by facile feminine fingers into the semblance of a gown; a face that an artist would seek anywhere except in a police court—a face not

•‘This girl,” the patrolman said, “is thirteen years old. Her parents are divorced. She’s been living with her mother,” pointing to the nervous, sharpfeatured woman, “at 22 West Seventh street. The mother has been teaching her petty thievery and shoplifting.” A neighbor woman stepped forward. 2‘l’ve seen the mother beat herwlth a* wash stick," she said. And—~ other things.” The court looked at the girl. The girl looked at her mother. “Don’t be afraid,” the judge satd. “Are those things true? No one but the judge was close enough to hear the answer, but a tremor swept the hat fringe again. “When I took her from the house,” the patrolman ventured, “she begged me to take her away—anywhere." . “Five hundred dollars.” said the court to the mother. And this, lookIne at the girl, “is a case for the juvenile court.” The judge looked at the wondering eyes under the red hat brim, and took off his spectacles and polished them furiously.

Burglar-Proof Iron Safe Levied On by Attorney BTEW ORLEANS—David F. Williams, a carpenter here," now probably is N satisfied that even a burglar-proof Iron safe In one’s home is not proof, against lawyers, the courts and the civil sheriff’s forces. Three or four

months ago the National Surety company signed a sequestration bond for Williams, It alleged, for $3,023.55. Williams failed to deliver the goods and the bonding company had the amount to pay. The National then brought suit and secured a judgment against Williams. . -—s ——„ ———’ How to satisfy the judgment was a puzzle, however, as Williams had no property that the bonding company’s attorney, William Grant, could dis-— cover. Eventually, however, Mr. Grants

learned that Williams had an Iron saTe ln his house at 81fi Taking a chance shot. Mr. Grant had this safe seized. Williams refused>to open it until the deputy sheriffs threatened to send for a safedock expert and have it opened. . ■ > __ , ' Williams relented, opened the strong box, and In it were found $1,340 in cash and $4,400 in mortgage notes made out in the name of Mrs. Catherine Sheehy. Williams declared that neither th? money nor the bonds belonged *° h Sutnrday Williams called at the sheriff’s office, met Mr. Grant, and th? hiim was coinproniised for $2,500. Williams paid that amount in cash.

IN THE CITIES

the Bronx, tfhere this critical situation developed, was Koch, Si. He was fiftyfour years old and a baseball fan of the real, 24-karat kind. He was fond of the sport, proud of his boy and always ready with a whoop or a cheer for a play that made his team feel as though it had friends belli nd it. William, the junior, belonged to a club of local youngsters that played under no particular name any aggregation which came along and thought that it could take the laurels from

yet woman, but no longer child—with puzzled round blue eyes. A big kindly patrolman not in uniform. A thfn, nervous woman-—the defendant. “Tell us about it,” said Judge Joseph F. Keirnan, not at all in his court manner. The fringe on the red hat brim trembled a very little. The lips that were not too red quivered—still less. That was all. “You tell us, then,” Judge Keir* nan said to the patrolman.