Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 January 1918 — Page 3

A Man and His Dog

By Julia Nance

(Copyright, 1917, Wwtern Newspaper Union.) i Charing Thornton was 'not an easily satisfied young man and the workmen employed by him to ( repair and put in order the beautiful old country place left him by a rich aunt ( labored for fully six months before he was satisfied with the results. But today the last carpenter had gone to his home in the village, and Thornton with pipe in mouth and hands in his pockets had strolled slowly over the lawn, viewing the gables from all points—and he pronounced the work good. J “It took time and thought,” he remarked aloud to the clean-limbed, bigeyed, mastif Nero, his constant companion, “but it paid, old chap. The old place hasn’t looked so well for generations. I’ll wager, and the result justifies all the time and money spent. Don’t you think so?” The dog wagged his tail and looked •up into his master’s face as if to acquiesce in both statements, and the (young man, with a final appreciative glance at the great mansion half iburied among the trees, led the way down a winding little bridle path to tthe 'river that ran about the foot of Ithe grounds.

“I ought to remember where that swimming hole is,” he continued. “Don’t you recollect how we used to Spend the' whole afternoons in the iwater, Nero? Or was it your father [who played with me when I was a boy ihere? Time flies so fast that I cannot separate one generation of dogs from (another,” and he laughed as he patted ithe dog’s smooth flank. Another turn jin the pathway brought them within sight of a quiet little pool in the winding river and Thornton struck his thigh appreciatively. “Here it is, by Jove I” he cried, “not S thing, changed. The same smooth frock where we used to undress —and, by the powers above, some one is tak[ing a dip now, for there are his ;clothes!” The young man’s gray eyes had caught sight of a small pile of clothing iresting just where he had dropped his [own, many a time, years before. Before the two, had taken another step, Ithe sound of steady, gentle splashing came to their ears, and a moment later la curly yellow head appeared from laround a slight bend in the river, while ithe gleam of two white, well-shaped (arms showed through the water. A cheery, girlish face looked at ThornIton for a moment, and then the little Iswimmer’s expression changed, and 'with a cry of surprise, she turned and (started quickly for her hiding place. But before Thornton could utter a cry of warning to the child, the treacherous whirlpool, which he knew only too well, had caught her and drawn her beneath the surface. Thorpton [sprang to the edge of the stream and (threw off his coati He hesitated a |s«cond to make sure that the child [was being taken away from shore, and I then plunged* ip. Nero, thinking it (some new game, followed quickly and (master and dog swam swiftly spot where the child had disappeared. But before Thornton reached it, the great dog had realized the seriousness [of the affair, and as the girl’s head, [with the pale face, and the big eyes closed, came to the surface again, the intelligent dog swept past Thornton and thrust his nose under the white |arm nearest him. Then he turned and fmade his way back to shore, the half [unconscious child clinging to his great neck. Thornton, too astonished to speak,' followed as fast as he might, and lifted her out of the water as Nero reached the shallows. She did not [speak or move, and Thornton, who had had experience in such matters before, (caught up his coat, wrapped it about [her, and began to shake her gently. Presently the big blue eyes opened languidly, and the little lungs, relieved of the water, began to breathe again. “You are safe now,” said Thornton, reassuringly. “We are going to put you to bed, between some warm blankets and —”

He stopped, for there In the pathway above them stood a girl whose fresh, pure beauty fairly took his own breath away. “What has happened?” she cried, catching sight of the child in Thornton’s arms. “Is she hurt? Oh, darling, what have you been doing?” and she ran forward, Thornton motioned her back gqptly. “She was in the water,” herald, “and we frightened her. She went under, and we got her out. She’s safe now. If you will kindly bring 6 her frock and things I will carry her. She Is far too weak to walk, and too heavy for you.” The girl, whose face was prettier than ever with its sudden flush of excitement, caught one of the cold little hands in hers and covered it w;ith kisses. “Oh, Margery,” she cried, “and you promised not to go in while sister Was gone. How fortunate this gentlemap was here, dear! I thank you more than I can say,” she added, turning to him. “It was, nothing?’ said Thornton, “I really did not do it—” But the girl stopped him as she picked up the little frock aad shoes and stockings. “It was a great deal,”

she said, “and my mother and I will hope to repay you in part, some time.” “Meanwhile," Thornton, noting that his little charge was growing faint again, “if you will lead the way we will get Margery to bed and glvt her something "warm.” The girl colored again at the implied rebuke and walked quickly ahead. “We are stopping for the summer at the inn,” she said. “My' mother is an invalid, and Margery and I came for a walk. But she is such a little lover of nature and the water, especially— n “A. healthful passion at most times,” said Thornton, smiling both at her apology and the impression the three were making on the people whom they were meeting on the highway now, “but sometimes dangerous, MissMiss—” ; .

“Roberts,” said the girl. “Thank you. I am Charing Thornton of the old place up there. Now if you will go ahead and get a bed ready for our little mermaid, without disturbing your mother, I will slip in quietly and turn her over to you.” Half an hour later Thornton came down to the public room of the inh, where the keeper was awaiting him. “The child is doing nicely, Higgins," said the master of the Gables, as he tried vainly to light a match on his still damp knickerbockers. “I am going home to get some dry clothes myself. I will drop in again this evening, and meanw’hile anything that Mrs. Roberts and her children want be sure you get them promptly. They are old friends of my family,” he went on unblushingly, “and I expect them to have the best.”

“Aye, sir, that they shall have," said the pleased innkeeper, as his fingers closed over the offered coin. True to his promise. Thornton came later in the eyening, and before his little visit was over felt as if he had known the Roberts’, as he told Higgins, many years. But whenever he had tried to disclaim any credit for the rescue of Margery, who had taken a violent liking to him as soon as he appeared in the room, and tried to tell them the truth, both Isabel and Mrs. Roberts laughingly stopped him, declaring that all heroes were modest and that he was no exception. So he gave it up, albeit guiltily remembering that some time he must explain it all.

When he reached home’ again after a dreamy stroll from the iifh, in which he had built all manner of strange and new aircastles, Nero met him at the door. His master laughed and he shook the great head gently to and fro. “I have accepted the mantle that is yours by right, old fellow,” he said, “and I hadn’t the courage to disclaim the praise, that was not mine. Bfut tomorrow —” Yet when tomorrow came the opportunity did not, although some trivial errand led Thornton past the inn, of course, necessitated his stopping in to inquire after the little invalid. She came running to him herself, for answer, and sprang into his arms, nestling her face close to him. “I am all well again,” she cried breathlessly, “and I love you and so does mamma 1” Thornton felt a strange wave of real happiness rush over him at the child’s artless words, and he answered softly, “And I love you, Margery.”

Weeks passed, Thornton’s visits became remarkably regular. Each day brought its errand in the village, and one evening he accepted their invitation to dinner. A few days later he prevailed upon them to make his evening meal at the Gables less lonely, and both Margery and Isabel went into delighted and delightful raptures over the beautiful old place, while Thorn-, ton talked with Mrs. Roberts both learning much of each other, and finding mutual acquaintances and friends in the distant city. But Thornton’s eyes strayed often to where the graceful girljmd the pretty, child walked or sat, and some of his replies were not strictly answers to the questions. Mrs. Roberts asked; for fvhen Cupid makes up his mind to do a bit of archery practice, he does not waste time. And so, before the summer was two months old, Charing Thornton, deep in the net of love, laid his heart at Isabel’s feet.

But before he did so, he told her the' whole truth of Margery’s rescue, as he had often tried to tell before. “And now?’ he said, when he had finished. “If you can love a man who takes the credit for something he did not do — even if he does take it only from his dog—and still believe him worthy of a woman, Isabel you will make me the happiest man alive. “I can for I have cared, for a long time, dear,” she said. “And if I love you, I mustlove old Nero, too, don’t you know?” she smilingly Added. Six mouths later, the Gables had a mistress, Charing Thornton the prettiest and happiest little wife in three counties, and Nero a loving companion in the person of Margery, over whom he watched all day, as they romped or walked-together, with a loving dignity befitting the animal who had saved a life and helped his master win a woman’s loye.

Making Tears.

Tears are not made only when we cry. They seem to come only when you cry, because it is then that they spill over. A little part pt you is making tears all the time, and your eyes are constantly .“washing themselves In them. Y<>d have often noticed how you wlnk every few seconds, says the Book of Wonders. You have often tried to keep from winking— to see how long you could keep from winking. Your eyes always feel very dry just before you have to let them wink. ' That shows they needed washing in tears.

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Service Aprons Come Into Their Own

As a badge of service, in these times when only service of some kind counts, the apron has come into its own. All women don the aprons that signify real work is to be done by their wearers, 'with a degree of satisfaction and pride wjiich the handsomest evening gown cannot hope to rival. Aprons are classified by the materials used in them and by design and color into the various sorts of service aprons besides those that are made for wear at home in the that demand service there.— “ Chambray, gingham and percale furnish the goods for service aprons with other durable weaves in the list of availables. Pique, cretonne and printed cottons lend their touches of white or bright colors in collars, cuffs and pockets and wide, old-fashioned rickrack braid has been resurrected to take the place of honor as a finish on aprons for wear at .home.

Starting out with these, there are “bungalow” aprons, so cheery looking that one is tempted to acquire one and buy a bungalow to match it. One of these is shown in the picture. It is of striped percale with deep cuffs and collar of white ypique. ' It does not open straight down the front but folds over from right to left, with the right side trimmed into a point. It fastens with a button at the left side, /is profited with a capacious pocket and held in place by a flat belt of the per-

Sweaters That Delight the Youthful

A sweater of some sort, in the wardrobe, has come to be taken as a matter of course, like shoes "qnd stockings. Everybody, from baby to grandmother, is entitled to at least one of these first aids to comfort —and style. For have advanced so far in the scheme of things to wear that their manufacturers can always be pure of a Remand for them, and their task now is to present them in snappy styles. Sweaters are the delight of the youthful, and these wearers are the most critical and exacting of all their devotees.

The hand-knit sweater-coat, in yellow, blue, rose, green, taupe and other colors, with collar and cuffs of white or gray, has a vogue that makes ft bring a higher "price than equally handsome machine-knit models. Colors popular for sweaters and gweater-coats are not in pale tints, butin light, t>eautiful shades. Blue, somewhat deeper in tone than the color that made itself so familiar as “Alice,” and a light, soft yellow identified as “golden-rod,” Illustrate the strength of these colors as chosen for sweaters. All-white sweater coats and those in national bl ue enjoy a persistent popularity that passes along from season to season, with _that of darker colors like navy, khaki, and dark cardinal reo. For the young girl arrived at the

cale, which fastens in front with buttons and buttonholes. The belt slips through slashes in the apron and modestly hides its good work in. supporting the garment. This trick of the belts is featured in other styles. The prettiest of bungalow aprons is of blue chambray with collar and cuffs of gay cretonne edged with white rickrack braid. Across the front a- big pocket of cretonne looks like a knitting bag attached -to the apron. It suggests that the wearer will always have her knitting Th her sewing at hand.. —i ~

Aprons for “clerical service” in war work are made of dark gray chambray and are really plain one-piece dresses, that fasten with small pearl or bone buttons. Their sleeves are finished with a band at the w’rist. For “conservation service,” that is for one’s own housework, aprons of blue chambray are shown with large chambray pockets and deep cuffs and collar of white pique. The apron is cut straight at the front and buttons over from right to left. The belt slips through slashes as in the apron illustrated. . There is a “refreshment service” dress of blue and white striped chambray with white Collars and cuffs. It is worn with a white serving apron wherever its owner is called upon to serve food to soldiers or in the interest of war work.

flapper age an ‘ attractive sweater appears at the right of the group of two shown in the piefure. This is a ribbed machlne-Jcnit sweater-coat in gray', bordered with dark red, which may be had in several color combinations. It fastens with buttons at the front, and they appear to have a knitted covering. The border at the bottom of this sweater holds it in rather snugly about the figure. A blue and white combination in. a sweater-coat for the youthful, but grown-up girl, 18 made in... Yale blue with white stripes. The collar is convertible and the sweater fastens with white bone buttons. The picture portrays every detail of these smart, .practical sweaters with perfect faithFor mid-winter sports a cap to match is the joy. of the youthful sportswoman. The cap in the picture of Yale blue, is knitted with points at each side that are folded down and fastened under two white pompons of wool.

Frogs on Coats.

Some of the greatcoats for cold winter weather are fastened at the | kroat with frogs.

Loyalty Is First Duty of Every Citizen of United States Today

demanded by the present crisisf Whatever, therefore, congress may decide should be unequivocally complied with by every patriotic citizen. The members of both houses of congress are the instruments of God in guiding us in our civic duties. It behooves all of us, therefore, to pray that the Lord of Hosts may inspire our national legislature and executive to frame such laws in the present crisis as will redound to the glory of our country, to righteousness of conduct, and to tlie future permanent peace of the nations of the world.

Appearance of the American Soldier Has Always Impressed Observers

Several foreign papers have remarked on the abearance of the American soldier, as a type so strongly set in its individuality that it has evoked interest in a world whose jaded vision ean but picture men in khaki. * , ' What in him has gained such wide attention? It is*the American 100k —that expression of intensified keenness, the look connoting eagerzest, and—best of- all —still unsatisfied interest in the world. As far back as 1777, when Burgoyne with his Hessians surrendered to the colonial army after the battle of Saratoga, that same impression of the American expression was apparent. A Hessian prisoner wrote in his memoirs: “We passed through the American camp in which all the regiments stood under arms. Not one of them was uniformly clad; each had on the clothes which he wore in the fields, the church or ihe tavern.

“They stood, however, like soldiers; well arranged and with a military air, in which there was but little to find fault. All the muskets had bayonets, and the sharpshooters had rifles. The men all stood so still we were filled with wonder. Not one of them made a single motion as if he would speak with his neighbor. Nay, more, all the lads that stood there in rank and file, kind nature had formed so trim, so slender, so nervous, that it was a pleasure to look at them, and we were all surprised at such a well-formed race.” * ' If the Hessian’s ghost returned* today, he would still find “the slim, rierVous lads that stood in rank and file,” with the same silent expression of courage and fire—but now clad in khaki in place of homespun. Through this internaturalization of all peoples has come a product yet unknown —the American soldier. For the butcher’s boy, the millionaire’s son, the clerk, the sport and the professor, have joined the army.

Children of United States Can Do Much to Reduce Food Wastage

By WILLIAM A. McKEEVER.

If every child and /oung person in the United States can be induced to reduce food wastage to the extent -of six cents per day the total will amount to a saving of $3,000,000 annually. It is estimated that our European allies are short this year to the amount of 500,000,000 bushel? of grain and 30,000,000 food-producing animals. Our own stocks of these materials are the lowest in recent times. The situation calls for a shipment of at least 1,250,000,000 bushels of our grain abroad. Now, those who have plenty of other things to eat can and must cut doWn on their allowance of these transportable foodstuffs. Now, how may we enlist all our young people in this tremendous food drive? What lines of conservation must be especially emphasized? Apparently there is only one practical and effective method of appeal to the child for his help in this movement, is to arouse the juvenile sense of fellowship and sympathy for his kind. Here we have a strong racial motive. The sympathy of children for adults is weak, but for those of their age and class it is strong. The lines of food conservation most to be emphasized are: Firsts the wheat products; second, the animal products, and third, the sugar. There must be a further in the use of wheat, wheat flour, meats of all kinds, butter, fats and sugar. And a little reasoning will show how easily we can accomplish this task without going hungry. In no sense is an underfeeding of our children contemplated. That Would poor economy. There can be a change in the quality of that now carelessly used without any reduction in the body-building value.

As a Matter of Wise Policy Suffrage Is Not to Be Denied to Women

By FRANKLIN K. LANE.

I see no reason to fear woman suffrage. It has not worked disaster in California. To be sure, it is not a panacea for all political and social ills; nor can any other change in the political machinery of the state be a cure-all. : Nations are not made wise nor virtuous by their laws. But this ia an industrial world, and those who do the work, Whether men or women, are not to be denied their opportunity for protection and advancement through the actiup of the state. \ . < X As a matter of political philosophy suffrage cannot be put aside, and as a matter of wise policy it is not to be denied.

By JAMES CARDINAL GIBBONS

In the present emergency it behooves every American citizen to to uphold the hands of the president and the legislative department in the solemn obligations that confront us. The primary duty of a citizen is loyalty to eoun- .4 try.' This loyalty is manifested more by acts than by words; by solemn service rather than by empty declamation. It is exhibited by an absolute and unreserved obedience to his country’s call. " Both houses of congress, with the executive, are charged and sworn to frame those laws that are

By GERTRUDE P. BISHOP

Authority on Problem* of Childhood and Sociology

Secretary of the Interior