Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 248, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 November 1917 — Page 2

A Needless Deception

By LILLIAN HALL CROWLEY

(Copyright, 1917, McClure Newspa* •‘Now, mother dear,” said Jane, “we simply* must fix up the horrid house some way. I can’t have Ted’s mother see such a place.” “Why make pretense, daughter? This is the way we have lived for the last four years.” <— ■ '•Yes, I know,” answered Jane, “but It isn’t really our way of living. We are only waiting until father’s peach crop is a success. But to an outsider —this place looks as if It belonged to a Hill Billy. It would class us with them forever." “Doesn’t she like you for yourself, Jane?” asked her mother anxiously. “Yes, of course, she has been a perfect dear ever since Ted and I became engaged. She made my ’last week In college the brightest of all for me.” “Well, dear, what could we do to this room?” “We’ll do a lot of things to it In the first place, I asked Ted to bring his mother and sister the day father is in town -to be gone all day. I know he wouldn’t have any sympathy with the way I feel about this and it will all be over by the time he gets back.” Mrs. Wilson and her daughter were sitting early one summer morning in the only downstairs room in their house. They had come from Pennsylvania four years before when Nathaniel Wilson had Invested all he had in a peach orchard In the Ozarks, where one crop with favorable weather conditions would bring him a fortune. He had worked hard to bring his orchard to a state of perfection, but always some unfavorable occurrence hindered the long-looked-for bumper crop. - When his wife had protested against their going to the farm, because Jane’s education might be hindered, he had assured her that there was a good university in the town a few miles away and that Jane should have every advantage. He had been able to keep his word and Jane, who- had just finished high school in Pennsylvania, entered the college. She was now graduated and again home for the "Summer. She had always been a great help to her mother when she was home. She Tnwde the clothes for the family, put up fruit, cooked, and even helped her father out of doors. She had learned many things in college, about milk and butter, trees and shrubs, all of which practical knowledge was useful on the place. During her last year of college life love had come knocking at the door of her heart in the person of Ted Somerville. He belonged to one of the wealthy families of the town apd his mother was a social leader. They had been very happy in their love, and their joy was complete when Ted’s mother showed instant fondness for the young girt her son had chosen. Everything had gone along smoothly until now, when Jane realized what an impression her miserable little home might make on Mrs. Somerville. The one large room was kitchen, dining room and living room, while upstairs were two J»edrooms. The house, with a few pieces of furniture, had been on the farm when Mr. Wilson had bought it. The family had brought no furniture with them except a few old heirlooms. They meant to use the house only until such time as they had money from the big peach crop. Everything hinged on that Mrs. W’ilson, never very strong, had lost interest in keeping up her house or her own appearance, and her husband was too busy to notice. Now here was her daughter stirring her out of her usual calm lethargy, Jane hauled out a carpet that had been packed around one of the .precious pieces of old mahogany and had since reposed, folded, on the floor of the closet under the staircase. “Come,” said Jane peremptorily, “let’s put down this carpet” “But —Jane, I never tacked down a carpet before!” , “No, but you have seen them after they were put down. Come, mother dear. Let’s hurry.” After the carpet had been put down Jane looked around with satisfaction until her gaze took in the windows. “No curtains! Mother, haven’t you any?” ■' , - . “I’ve never had the heart to make curtains for a room like this,” replied Mrs. Wilson forlornly. Jane ran to an old chest of drawers, relic of better days, and took out a bolt of white material belonging to her wedding outfit. “Now we’ll have curtains for all these windows. The view over the mountain will be lovely and we’ll have lots of flowers.” Jane had called in a couple of the men working in the orchard to carry the kitchen stove out to the back of the house. “You see,” she instructed, “when I go In and out for the tea things it will lools as though we had a kitchen out there, besides keeping this room perJfectly cool.” “Yes, I see.” “Now, mother, you run up stairs and I’ll finish. When you get far enough along I’ll do your hair, and, for goodness sake, put on a corset! Get out the one you bought a thousand years ago in Philadelphia. Let out the strings, bttt get into it somehow.” “I haven’t had one on for over two years.” “You eimply have to get into one now and you must pull It tight enough tb gßt Into that white muslin dress I

made for you last summer and which you never worn.” “Very well.” Mrs. Wilson smiled at her daughter’s enthusiasm and tried to catch the same spirit. Jane had arranged the flowers to her own satisfaction when her mother came downstairs. “I am sure I can never fasten this dress; I’m all out of breath now.” “Never mind, 1 you won’t need any breath. I am going to do everything. There you are. Now sit down while I fasten these earrings. There —you look just like a has-been-lady.” “I feel as if I were going to be presented at court” “You are!” said Jane. “Now, mother, you must keep that chair because it is the most comfortable one. I have placed the best one here for Ted’s mother, so that her bhck wltl be to the back door. Then this chair for Bessie —Bessie is so young and happy, she won’t know she isn’t comfortable. She mustn’t see behind the door, either. I’ll fetch the kitchen chairs I painted yesterday. They ought to be dry now.” “This is such a lot of trouble, Jane.” “Yes, but once in a life time. Now, if you should want something, Til get it, because if you get out of your chair you’ll forget which one you sat in, and if you get into one of the others —all will be lost!” The stage was all set for the play, when Ted, with his mother and sister, drove up to the door. The room had gone through a transformation. The carpet and dainty white curtains, the freshly-painted chairs, the tables arranged with books and flowers, a calm and happy mother and, best of all, a radiant Jane, presented a beautiful picture to even the most critical eye.

Jane noticed a puzzled look on the face of Mrs. Somerville when she looked at her mother. As she was warmly greeting'Te<j,’a sister Bessie at the time, Mrs, Wilson was oblivious to this. For a moment Jane was dismayed. “I wonder if it is the earrings?” she asked herself, but she did not have time to worry about it, as she had to go out and make the tea. Everything was going on splendidly, and she was elated with her success. “Just the thing to do,” thought she. When Jane came in for the last time she heard Mrs. Somerville ask her mother, “From what part of Pennsylvania did you come from, Mrs. Wilson?” ~ “From Elllcuttown,” Mrs. Wilson smiled reminiscently. —“Eliicuttown?” gasped Mrs. Somerville. “What was your name before you were married?” “Grace Tompkins,” answered Mrs. Wilson with a surprised look. “Grace Tompkins, I was sure I had seen you before. I am Theo Alexander.” “Theo!” exclaimed the astonished Mrs. Wilson. “Is it possible? I had lost track of you entirely. Why. we haven’t seen each other since the high school graduation.” “Yes, we all went to Europe after that. Father died there and we just stayed on until I met Dick Somerville in Paris. He was there for a year’s study. Then we were married anl came to live in Saylorville, and have been here ever since. You are the first person from home I have inet since we came.” “I am so glad to see you, Theo. Isn’t it wonderful that our children met each other?” “I didn't know any Wilsons in Ellicuttown,” said Mrs. Somerville, “so the name did not impress me.” “My husband’s people moved there several years after you left, Theo. Nathaniel found work in the bank too confining and we came here four years ago to make our fortune.” Jane stood, with teapot in hand, in bewildered surprise.

“Then I need not have tried to deceive you; you’d have loved mother anyway!” Ted sprang to her side and put a .protecting arm around her. “What is it, dear?” he tenderly inquired. “I know you’ll all despise me. I made mother pretend we had more rooms —and the stove is out of doors —and we would be taken for Hill Billys—and—I did it all I” Ted took the teapot from the excited and weeping girl and seated her in a chair. Turning to Mrs. Wilson, he asked: “What is Jane talking about?” Mrs. Wilson, between smiles and tears, told of Jane’s struggles of the morning and of her fears lest, being found in the old shack with scant furniture, her parents would be looked down upon by the great Mrs. Somerville. At this everybody laughed and Ted loudest of all. “Why, that’s plucky, Jane. By George, but you’re plucky. Let’s have a look at the kitchen that isn’t a kitchen.” By this time Jane was laughing with the rest. “As if,” said Mrs. Somerville, with a warm smile, looking at Mrs. Wilson, “anything could make Grace Tompkins better than just Grace Tompkins.” Then putting her arms around Jane and pressing a kiss on the girl’s tearstained cheek, she said: “You ought to have seen the ugly house we lived id our first year. lam proud of you for Ted’s sake; 4 He will have a helpmeet in one who will not be balked by obstacles. Come, do give me some more tea!”

Practice at Driving.

“He is pretty good at driving a truth home.” ~ ' “Yes; he’s good at driving anything home. He started in early life with cows.” ; ' ,

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

For the Debutante’s Dress Parade

Who but a great designer, whose name is a synonym for originality and good style,' would think of combining broadcloth and linen? Here they are, beautifully blended in a naive gown for the debutante’s dress parade. It is of white broadcloth and white linen and exactly suited to its youthful wearer. Two views of it are presented because both the back and front must be seen to be fully appreciated and because it is a gem in designing for the young girl. ——- The skirt, plain bodice and sleeves are of broadcloth and the skirt is not plain or easily described. It hangs straight at the front with a wide, set-in panel of plaits across the back appearing under a short drapery, longer at the sides than at the center. Above this a much shorter drapery across the back Is an -extension of the front portion of the skirt which manages also to provide a little graceful falllngIn to-fol ds-at each side. —The- bodice-la semi-fitting and the sleeves long and close fitting except at the top where there Is a little fullness and a short tuck at the front and back allows the broadcloth to fall in a loose fold. This

The girl who is pretty enough, or has the poise to carry oft extremes of style, may go to any length she likes in her Inconsequential little fineries, to be worn within her own four walls. Certainly the new boudoir caps, just now beginning to blossom in the shops, in anticipation of autumn weddings and the holidays, will delight the maid who is looking for unusual things. Designers seem to have searched the wide, wide worid for inspirations—and they have brought many captives home to Rome. There is the coolie hat from China, translated into lustrous ribbon and lace, the Dutch cap, the head band that is a bequest of old Greece, the visor cap, suggesting a jockey’s headwear and the oriental cap with lace that covers the eyes, which must have come from India or Arabia or otherwhere homes of veiled ladles. It is shown in the picture, made of pink crepe georgette laid in folds and forming a sort of hood. It is bordered with lace, with a fine wire set in a hem along its lower edge and a strand of pearl beads outlining both edges of the lace. . F 7 The cap is merely a straight piece of the crepe laid in folds, tacked to place, that adjust it to the head. At each side strands of pearl beads in loops of graduated length provide the proper' decoration for this new arrival in the gay company of boudoir caps. While these new ideas in caps are attracting enraptured attention, caps like that at the right of the picture go on selling. This is of crepe de chine and cream colored net, edged with lace and embellished with frills of baby

Introducing a New Boudoir Cap

little touch reflects the mode for sleeves full at the top, introduced for grown-ups, but in a very unpretentious way. And the short drapery across the back follows the bustle idea—at a respectful distance suited to youth. If the creator of this frock had stopped with broadcloth and omitted to add the linen apron and- girdJe, she would still have accomplished an unusual gown. But the resources of genius are revealed in the happy after thought of the apron. It has a “bib” at the-front and is finished with needle work stitches in yarn. There is an applique of cut-out embroidery in blue across the'bottom and a 'fringe of small, fuzzy balls of yarn. Straps over the shoulders are crossed In the back and fastened to the girdle at the sides. Just where this frock fastens is a secret not betrayed by the picture but the chances are it buttons at the front. The little hat is of white broadcloth, faced with blue velvet. It has a soft under yarn foliage and two soft balls made of yarn suspended from the leaves. It is no wonder that this costume was one of the triumphs of a recent fashion show.

ribbon set on the ne t. At each side there are small, simply made ribbon flowers. These caps are made in all the gay, light colors and are as popular as ever.t

Proper Way. to Air Hair.

To air the out all the pins and shake the haTr loose. Stand before an open wlpdow, shaking the hair until it has been thoroughly aired. Then arrange it for the night. Never let it remain massed on the head. This will soon take all the life and fine texture from it. Instead, part it in the middle of the forehead doWn to the neck and make two loose braids of it, each beginning just behind the ears. This will divide the hair so thoroughly that the scalp at the middle, usually covered, will be free and may be well aired. '

Orange Blossom Wedding Rings.

Styles in wedding rings? Sure. Maybe you are too young to remember when a bridegroom’s devotion was judged by the width of the ring he put on his bride’s left hand third finger. Then came the round band. Now comes the decorated wedding ring. The new rings are of gold or platinum, engraved in orange blossoms. Others are incrusted tn diamonds in half or whole hoop style, but it might discourage some marrying youth were the price quoted.

STORIES from the BIG CITIES

Bill of Big Denomination Staggered Hotel Clerk SEATTLE.— It’s all right in the latest novel, of course, but in real life thereis no such thing as a SI,OOO bill. No one knew this better than thenight rooni clerk at the Washington hotel. So when-a suave stranger ap-

proached the desk shortly after midnight the other night, laid down a SI,OOO bill and asked that it be changed, the clerk put up a stall. ’ “I’ll have to send for the auditor to open the safe,” he told the stranger, “Will you kindly wait?” . He called one bellboy and sent him for the auditor. Then he called another and whispered to him to summon the police. The auditor was slow in arriving,

the stranger grew fidgety and picked up his bank note, thrust it in his pocket and walked out. But if the auditor Was slow the police were not, and as the stranger went out at the door wo Of" Of* f - i VPQ I 1 nf” ■ •*,— T- ~, ~A, .*■* -’ - -- - —_—_. ■ -- . “Follow him," the room clerk hissed. "Follow and arrest him. He hasa SI,OOO bill.” ' . „„ o . The detectives took the stranger to police headquarters, where he w asked to explain. . „ . “My name is Charles M. Gallegher," he said, “and formerly I was the proprietor of the Antlers hotel here. I just wanted to get a bill changed ana do not see any reason for iny arrest." , . . But the detectives didn’t belleVe in either, so they locked him up for the night. The next day Gallegher explained further that his father is . a multi-millionaire oil operator and pearl fisher at Sydney, Australia, that he had a little more than $2,000 in currency the day before when a man he didn’t know stopped him on the street and asked him for smaller denominations for two SI,OOO bills. “I didn’t know there was anything wrong about a big bill, so I accommodated him£J& added. ” —j The police department heads, in the meantime having heard of no missing. SIOOO bills, and Gallegher having two perfectly genuine ones to verify ms story, set the man at liberty with the advice to put the money in a bank. Colored* Gentleman Had Grievance Against Cat NEW YORK. —The colored population in the Black Belt of Harlem have their wordy affrays just the same as other cave dwellers of this town, and when they are aired in court the comedy is better than seen on any stage. The etlrer gay Wellington Washing-

caught her when it was too late and admitted that he had hit her in the head with a dictionary, after which the feline ran around the walls, stood on her forefeet, spat fire, whistled through her teeth and gave other evidence of supernatural annoyance. “You were not bitten, were you?” asked the court. “Was ah bit,” exclaimed Mr. Washington. “Did she bite me up? Ah’s here to say she ate me alive. Den she kicked me a swack in mah laig lak she’s, break it.” “Well, now,” said the magistrate, “cats don’t kick, do they?” “Mebbe you think they doan’, you’ honoh,” answered the defender of the ice box, “cause youall never see’d dis murderin’ cat. She ain’t no litty kitty, y’know; -she’s a Shetland pony, bulldog cat, dat’s what she is. She ain’t nopurrin’ beauty; she’s a spittin’ debil wid a bad look.” Just as soon as Washington 8011, a negro prisoner, was remanded for trial in another court he called to a keeper and asked for pen and ink. The keeper hesitated and asked what letter was so important that it must be written before he got to the Tombs. “Ah'll tell y’ jus what it is,” replied the beaming Washington. “Ah want’ter write to my folks in Ca’lina an’ let ’em know that’ ah’m in 2,000 bail. Daw, man, when dey heah dat der eyes’ll bulge right out from dey heads. Some bail.”

Remarkable Speech Made by Man Convicted of Crime IXETROIT MICH. —Louis Carter convicted of stealing automobile parts, fainted ’ after Judge Jeffries had sentenced him to serve 90 day< but William Saunders, alias Charles Parker, convicted of the murder of Malt

Schreiber, knowing the judge must impose a life sentence on him, made a speech. “Before going to prison, I wish to express my profound sympathy for Schreiber’s widow and her son while they are here in court,” said Saunders. “I am sorry this ever happened, but I am willing to pay the penalty. Your honor has given me a fair and impartial trial and the assistant prosecutor has tried the case fairly and without animosity. The detectives In-charge

has treated me fairly and my lawyers could not have done more for me.” “This is an unfortunate matter all around," said Judge Jeffries, moved by Saunders’ apparent sincerity, “but the court, you know, has no discretion. However, I can give you. your choice of Jackson or Marquette prison.” Pleas to be sent to JaCkson prison Instead of Marquette are common, but Saunders; with only a moment’s hesitation,- chose Marquette,- “I am not ashamed to be sent where my fellow-conspirators are already serving their sentences,” he said. . x - Saunders, thirty-four years old, and prematurely gray, Is the oldest of the four charged with the murder of Schreiber, a saloonkeeper.

Sad Echo of World War Heard in Chicago Court /CHICAGO.— With the thousands of Belgians who fled their motherland V when the Germans overran it, were the Hamens. They came to America. And that brings the story down to the time when Attorney- Felix J. StreyckT - mans, also counsel for the Belgian con-

terrupted Mrs. Hamens. “When we came here my husband went to work. We saved our money. We hoped to go back to Belgium when the war was over. My husband was finally able to buy a team. “Then Iris health gave way, I was compelled to sell the team. William Brlsterfeldt bought it for ?250. He paid me only S2O, and now I want the rest My husband is still sick. We need food—my babies are hungry,’’ and she-showed the judge a pictured her nine children. . “You have nine good reasons fyr wanting that money,” said the judge. “1 grant the plea.” . " , <

ton, a Pullman porter who collects tipsvealed the animal life in the-flat house - where he resides. He appeared as a witness against Mrs. Sadie Johnson, whose tiger-eyed maltese he accused of shortening his life by at least three years. Mr. Washington rendered his evidence in a high and indignant alto, explaining that the cat started the battle by robbing his ice box of everything but the ice. He said that he-

sul here, appeared in Judge Harry P. Dolan’s court on behalf of Susanna Hamen. She was suing one William Brlsterfeldt for $230. __“l think this woman should be allowed to sue as a 'poor person.’ because she is a Belgian refugee,” said Mr. Streyckmans. , *, ; _ "Kindly state your reason why she should be allowed to sue without costs,” said Judge Dolan. M /*I will give you my reasons,” In-