Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 February 1918 — TALES FROM BIG CITIES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

TALES FROM BIG CITIES

Asks “Why Wait?” When One Feels Love’s Impulse LOS ANGELES.—After waiting 30 years before proposing to the sweetheart of his youth, Calvin Mitchell, now fifty-eight years ,old, feels competent to advise bashful suitors, and that advice is to “speed up.” During the 30 years Mentioned Mr. Mitchell has been a

prospector in California, with a residence here. Then one day, all of a sudden like, he realized his love was not dead, and forthwith he sent a query to Mrs. Katherine Gordon, 4016 North Pauline street. “Will you parry me?” he asked. At 4:30 o’clock yesterday afternoon the knot was tied by Elder It. F. Mallott of the .Maywood Church of Christ. Mr. Mitchell has a mysterious manuscript which he calls “The Crater

of Gold.” In It he urges bashful suitors not to wait until they are, gray for a marriage ceremony. Girl stenographers also he advises to make the most of the opportunities in their offices. For example, read of Annie, who typed an “Air Castle” in the “Crater of Gold.” _ “Mother, I have fallen in love with Mr. Zackley, my employer. I could not help it. As I thought I had no chance to win hfs love and didn’t wish to embarrass our relations, I haven’t let him suspect my love. I might give way to tears and reveal my love; I fear to return to the office.” “My dear child,” replied her mother, “you are sweet and sincere. You have been doing your work so well it may be that Mr. Zackley loves you. Being an honorable man, he is afraid to declare himself for’ fear of a refusal. Such men would rather face a cannon’s mouth than a thundering ‘No’ from a woman. “If you love him, my advice is that you go back to the office tomorrow and do not act so formal. Place your band on his arm carelessly, let a little love light shine in your eyes and say In a cheerful voice, ‘I am ready for work again, Mr. Zackley.’ “Instead of cultivating a “deferential demeanor assume a* companionable attitude, This will break the ice. If Mr. Zackley has serious intentions he will meet you half way and soon both of you will be happy in each other’s love.” _

Surely Here Is- Story of Prize Bone-Headed Thief CLEVELAND.— Joe Elko, 507 South Sangamon street, wishes the emperor of Austria, his former lord and master of his soul, would hang an iron cross on Cleveland’s prize bone-headed thief. A generous mood prompts Joe s

thought, for he has his old shoes back —also the $685 he had cached In one of them. Joe came from Austria a few years ago to the land of liberty. He soon found he was at liberty to work on the railroads as a construction laborer and he has been juggling ties, handling' shovels and driving spikes with more or less freedom ever since. It was a fond notion with Joe that some time he would bring his wife to America. Recently he revised his

plan to read “when the war is ended.” He saved his money until he hau $685 in bills, real honest to goodness currency of the good old U. S. A. ' He had been living in the suburbs. He decided to broaden his field of labor and came to - Cleveland. So he came, his ivorldly possessions in his arms. It was no difficulty to move—he had his extra pants and sweater in one parcel, and his old shoes in the other. His savings he had tucked in the toe of one shoe. On a preceding visit he had selected a lodging place at the Sangamon street address. Joe found the right building, but he inadvertently stepped into the wrong hallway—the one at 509 Sangamon street.. He knocked at the door, and, receiving no response, laid down his bundles and went to the rear, with which he was better acquainted. Joe had no difficulty in finding the rear entrance at 507. He went upstairs, passed through the flat and went oij the front landing. The bundles were not there. Joe was troubled, but decided to sleep over it Then he informed Detective Sergeant Joyce and Smith of 1 the police. , It turned out that the detectives’ deductions were correct, for they found the shoes in a pawnshop. And the money, all unconscious of its danger, was still in its hiding place.

Authorities Had to Disturb This Young Girl’s Plan NEW YORK. —A servant in the employ of Mrs. Alfred Duane Pell, wife of the rector of the Church of the Resurrection, answered a ring at the door of the Pell home at 22 West Fifty-third street and admitted a well-dressed

girl who said she- wanted to see Mrs. Pell at once. She rose and bowed very formally when Mrs. Pell entered the room a few minutes later. “Jdy name, madam,” she said, “is Bertha Livingson, nineteen years old, unmarried, living in 25 East Ninetyninth street. Do you recognize this, madam?” ’ She held out a visiting card upon which was engraved “Alfred Duane Pell, ». D.” “It looks like one of my husband’s

visiting cards,” said Mrs. Pell. She' then scrutinized her caller closely. “It is that,” said the girl. “I just stopped in to tell you that your husband and I are to be married in about an hour. I thought you might like to know about it.” The girl then calmly seated herself and said she guessed she d have the rector perform the ceremony himself in the Pell home. Mrs, Pell called the Kast Fifty-first street police station. When Patrolman Gutman reached the Pell home, Miss Livingson jumped to her feet and •exclaimed: _ “Oh, look at the pretty cop! ‘Now I guess we all go to the police station.” Patrolman Geiman took her to the station, where the lieutenant on duty telephoned Bellevue hospital for an ambulance. The girl asked what they were going to do with her,'and when she was told she would have to go to Bellevue for a while she laughed and said: "Oh, I know. I’m going to be observed. Well, I’m not crazy, but go ahead and put me in the psychopathic ward. It’ll be a fine psychological experiment” ’■ _ • Chose Festive Season to Give Up- Life’s Straggle CHICAGO.— “Merry Christmas,” said J. K. Kesl pleasantly to the clerk at the Marion hotel, as he left his key on the desk. He walked to the lake at the foot of Van Buren street glanced at the cold, forbidding water a

moment, and then plunged into it The police recovered the body. A letter addressed to the “City Authorities” was found in the man’s clothing. It is believed financial dtflculties had prompted Kesl to take ids life. The letter read in part: “My house is gone—so is the money. About the latter I wouldn t care, because I could jnake it again, and make it honest, too. ■ But what’s the use of suffering?

“I knew I couldn’t last very long, . ' so I’ve been giving my money away? almost freely. Without mentioning my name I gave many and many a dollar to the shivering kids and cripples, and I contributed to ail good purposes. My parents are suffering in poor Bohemia< I have not seen them for 25 years. ‘’Hurrah for Uncle Sam; free Bohemia, Belgium. Viva la -Cevna, Nora and the whole world’s democracy. “Toll with the kaiser.” x •