Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 67, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 28 March 1918 — Page 2

The Fifth Intermarriage

By JANE OSBORN

(Cwyricht, 1918. by * h « McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) Mrs. Stewart’s house parties were always admiringly planned, and It was because everyone was always sure of finding a congenial companion at her house that the younger members of her kindred and acquaintance always accepted her invitations. For if truth were tn be told there was nothing luxurious in her hospitality, and there was little amusement or entertainment save what the guests and the hostess could provide by their own wits, for the fine old Stewart mansion contained none of those short cuts to hospitality and amusement If one wished to dance there was no phonograph to provide music—and the dancing could not progress unless one of the guests happened to know some dance tunes to be placed on the old piano. There was no nearby country, club and there were no automobiles in the Stewart stables. But despite these shortcomings Mrs. Stewart never wearied of getting up little parties and thought nothing of filling her eight guest rooms at a time, and the guests always came with enthusiasm, ffhe secret of her success was that she was at heart a matchmaker, and though she did not think of every girl at her parties as a possible wife for one of the other guests, she always did think of them as partners for a country walk- She never invited a girl unless she was sure she could provide some bice young man who would find her society delightful, and never invited even the least prepossessing of young men without making sure that there was one young woman in the number gifted enough to appreciate the fine points of his personality. Mrs. Stewart even went so far as to make little lists of her guests on the backs of discarded envelopes—for she was instilled with the spirit of oldtime thrift as well as with the lavishness of old-time hospitality. And in these lists she would pair her guests off, making sure, of course, that they would pair, and that there would be no three-handed affairs—no two men hanging at the feet of one young belle while one of 'the young girls went partnerless. For the first party of the season she had planned to have all the guest rooms filled, and as four of them contained large double beds, this meant that she would have 12 guests. Most of them were young people who had already met at similar parties—some of them already engaged as the result of her careful planning. The only names on her lists that she had not been able to link up with any other names were those of Miss Nancy Marbury and Mr. Nathaniel Stobridge. “There really isn’t anything they can have in common,” sighed Mrs. Stewart. “Miss Nancy is a college girl', keen about suffrage and a tennis shark, and a perfect dance fan —and poor Nathaniel can’t abide college women, is an anti at heart and the most indolent old dear that ever drew breath. He could He all day in a hammock under a shady tree with a dusty book of family records in his hands and an occasional renewal of cooling beverage at his side and think himself delightfully entertained—while to keep up with Nancy a man would have to take cross-country tramps, play tennis madly and know all the new dance steps.” Mrs. gtewart tried to revise her list so as to pair some one off with Mr. Stobridge and have some one left over that would be congenial with Nancy. But the arrangement "for the other guests was perfect. The affinity between each of the other two couples was inevitable. So Mrs. Stewart took the most recent letter she had received from Nancy and" the letter she had from Mr. Stobridge accepting her invitation from her desk and read 'them through in search of some sympathy in common. “I shall be mighty glad of a little rest,” said Nancy in her letter, “for I have been working night and day for a ijlonth or more on the Marbury Family Record. Our family association commissioned me to get the data together and put it in shape for publication. You’d be surprised how interesting it has been and of course my work in college fitted me for that sort of research. What we were most anxious to show was that the Marbury family is one of the Stobridge-Claridge connection. You have heard of them, I am sure. It is an aUiance of a group of the most distinguished colonial famines in the state and to prove our connection we have to show at least five intermarriages with either of the two families since they came to this country. Well, I have at last been able to find the fifth intermarriage, though it was not easy, as the Marbury records are fragmentary. Now that the, Record is practically complete I shall be delighted to come to your house party and take a little relaxation before sending the copy to the printer.” v Mrs. Stewart had on first reading the letter glanced but hastily over this passage, as she was not herself, particularly interested in genealogical matters. But now the mention cA the Stobridge family—that to which the indolent Nathaniel belonged—caught her attention and then she recalled that Nathaniel himself had dabbled more than casually in the study of bls ewn and allied family records. _

“Well. Til get them started on genealogy and perhaps they can find enough in. common to keep them amused for the week-end.” And rather reluctantly, for she still felt that the temperaments of Nancy and Nathaniel would lx'* no more sympathetic than oil and water, she turned her attention to ordering the wherewithal to keep her large family abundantly provisioned, seeing that the old-fashioned fourposter beds in her guest rooms were newly made up with linen sheets and otherwise making ready for the house party. Nathaniel had at first shown only a polite attention to Nancy when, on the first day of the party, Mrs. Stewart proposed that they be partners for one of her nice little woodland strolls that were so important a part of the program for the other members of the party. She could not fall to potice that conversation between them lagged as they wound their way after the others through the freshly leaved trees in the woodland. “And you aren’t interested in tennis, either,” she heard Nancy say, laughing, to Mr. Stobridge—“really you are most hard to talk to.” “Oh, Nancy dear,” Mrs. Stewart said suddenly coming up to them. “I forgot to tell you that Mr. Stobridge is almost as enthusiastic about genealogy as you are and he is ope oi the colonial Stobrldges. But I know you have found much In common,” she fibbed, “without discussing anything so dry as family records.” Thus having sowed the seeds of congeniality she sauntered ahead to watch over the interests of the other members of her little party. “It is really most extraordinary,” Nathaniel told his hostess that night as the party broke up to retire, “to find a young woman of Miss Marbury’s type so seriously interested in genealogy We’ve had a delightful time talking —perhaps I should say that I have and now I am impatiently looking forward to tomorrow.” The next day—Saturday—Mrs. Stewart was content to notice that Nathaniel and Nancy actually did continue their discussion and comparison of notes. “But don’t you see how important it is to prove that fifth intermarriage?” she heard Nancy saying almost pleadingly. “Because if I don’t my little volume of Marbury records will be almost useless. I was so sure that Hannah Jane did marry Nehemlah Stobridge. It was Nehemiah, I am sure, and the rest of the name was blurred in the family Bible!” “Positively, my dear girl,” she heard Nathaniel reply. “He was a confirmed bachelor. There always have been bachelors in the Stobridge family, and I am true to type. It must have been some other Nehemiah.” That.night after all the guests had retired, Mrs. Stewart heard low voices in the hall below and only slightly alarmed at a vague thought of burglars, she started to descend the broad stairs of the front hall. Then she stopped short. For there by the last dying- glow of the fire that had been lighted to drive off the chill earlier in the evening sat Nathaniel and Nancy. Nancy had met him there to show him her records.

“You see, there is every reason to believe that it was Nehemiah Stobridge that my Hannah Jane married.” “But my dear little girl—” Mrs. Stewart’s pulses began to beat fast for words like that are dear to the heart of a born match-maker —“my dear little Nancy, Nehemiah was an old bachelor.” Then Mrs.. Stewart tiptoed back to her room and slept content. She forgot the discussion and disagreement about Hannah Jane and Nehemiah and thought only of those words of Nathaniel’s. It was two weeks after her little bouse party had come successfully to a finish and all her guests had declared it the most wonderful party they had ever attended, when she got a letter from Nancy. "Nathaniel and I want you to know first,” the letter began, “and I think perhaps you knew which way the wind blew before your house party ended. Yes, we are engaged and we are so congenial. And this is how it happened. I just had to find that fifth intermarriage, and the idea struck Nathaniel first that we could do it — I mean provide a fifth intermarriage between the Marburys and the Stobridges. Only of course we would have done it any way—we just couldn’t have helped it And you, dear, are responsible for it all.”

Happy Youth.

It is so easy to say the word that checks laughter; to scowl at the exuberance that bubbles over in foolish girl and boy jests. It is difficult for us of an older generation to remember how, when we were young, we loved to laugh and sing and dance and make merry. Youth is so sensitive and it is so easy to spoil, an evening with just a glance or an Impatient word. When one comes in, glowing from a wonderful evening a querulous voice or a faultfinding word is Hke sticking a pin into a gay balloon. Sympathy is so much better. Even if youth is headstrong the faultfinding does not do very much good, but often harm. But sympathy gains confidence, and confidence between the young and the old is a great safeguard for youth and well worth cultivating.

First United State's Dollar.

In 1786 the congress of the Confederation chose as the monetary unit of the United States the dollar of 375.64 grain* of pure silver. This unit had its origin in the Spanish piaster or milled dollar, which constituted the basis of the metalUc circulation of the English colonies in America. It was never coined, for there was no mint In the United States.

THE EVENING REPFBT.TCAN. TCENSSEEAFTC. IND. >

French Fashions Feature Economy

New York.—There Is some exceedingly good feature about the French gowns that are beginning to arrive in America, which will not cause disapproval over here. That is the striking similarity between afternoon and evening costumery, according to a fashion writer. It w'as once said, in a slightly contemptuous manner, that in certain sections of this country the women wore guimpes in their ball gowns for afternoon occasions and that no one was capable of such an economical combination but the American woman, or at least, no other woman who moved in fashionable circles. It has long been the opinion of the French, whenever they were sufficiently lenient to be Interested in the American type of dressing, that we never knew, the exact shade of difference that existed between an afternoon gown and all other kinds of gowns. The French women have often said, in their polite manner, that they could not understand why the American was lacking in that finer feeling which automatically governs the choice of clothes. Did Not Always Change. Now, whether or not the American lacked the finer feeling or whether she was conscious that custom produced fashions, she continued to dress at ten o’clock in the morning in the clothes that she would wear until seven o’clock in the evening. In truth, she did not always change for dinner or the theater. She went on through the entire routine of the day with its diversified interests, its business appointments, its marketing, shopping and restaurant lunching, its afternoon teas, weddings, card parties, home dinners and the play in a coat and skirt that should only be worn, as the French put it, in a public mob. The American woman has always held up to herself, and very earnestly, that she was too busy a woman to change her clothes several times during the day. Let the women of the European nations do what they would, she thought, in a social atmosphere that was fostered by generations of leisure and inactivity. Her own environment, . she said, called for a different adjustment of clothes and life. So, as a rule, she presented a somber appearance at all those social festivities that were intended to make women gay as birds of paradise. However,- this manner of dressing has changed. For several years a woman has not depended on her tailored suit to do the work for every hour of the day. This transition to better dressing has come about through the domination of the one-piece frock. As soon as the American could be divorced, or rather, wedged away from her lifelong friend, the tailored suit, she found that the one-piece frock had its attractions. She was willing to accept it in tailored style, but she began to play with it a bit and make it suitable for her leisure time. No sooner had she ac-

Sketch from Paris shows short dolman of bordeaux gaberdine trimmed with bands of old blue. There is a deep collar of blue.

quired this wisdom than the top coat of fur or heavy material came in to further her manner' of dressing! She found that thin frocks were still available for winter wear in the open, if shel was securely buttoned up from chin to shoe top in a warm garment. She found that the chiffon gown which she wore at eleven o’clock in the morning was quite suitable for an afternoon dance, a cup of tea or a game of cards at five in the afternoon. This rather pleased her, so she bought coats, and more coats, just as she bought sweaters, and more sweaters In the summer. \ She also realized that the separate

blouse was an excellent garment under a coat, but not for social affairs when the coat was removed. Three years ago, she ceased to remove her jacket in all public places, and one year ago, she substituted the loose, Russian blouse for the tuckedin muslin shirt the moment she entered the house. In this connection, France strikes a vibrant, resounding note on the anvil of fashion in giving approval to the afternoon gown that will serve for the evening. This is not a whin on her part It is a fashion bo<*n through necessity. This is the best part of 1 .»

The Turkish trousered skirt for evenIng Is introduced on the Paris stage by Mlle. Vana In this gown of silver tissue with a shoulder cape of silver tulle. The hem is turned up at the bottom and clings to the ankles.

the clothes of the last three years; they are the results of demand and supply, not the creatures of caprice. France sends the narrow silhouette to help us in the conservation of wool. She sends us embroidery of wooden beads and fringes of twine in order to give work to those who need it and to substitute a cheap form of ornamentation for an expensive one. She sends us all the common, everyday fabrics such as gingham, cotton, voile, canvas and sacking. She teaches us to be economical and go to the attic, through her use of old laces of every kind. She sends us high puttees and cloth-top shoes in order that we may do with little leather. She makes fashionable American Indian embroideries so that we may go right into our own West and find pieces of material and inspiration that will build us new gowns without much cost. She sends us piece-meal gowns which are made from two, three and four odds and ends of material skillfully combined to produce a harmonious whole, but, mark you, to also provide a way to use up short pieces of fabric which we have in the house or can purchase in the shops. She sends us the thin crepe de chine petticoat and the plaid voile blouse to save laundry and soapand flour. She uses small bouquets and large, single flowers for trimming instead of expensive buckles and other costly trifles. She knows these flowers can be made at home or re-dipped in a good dye after they have seen service in other days. She shows us a multipUclty of tea gowns made of sterner stuff than we have been accustomed to accord to negligees. Those Indoor frocks are to be substituted for the serviceable cloth frock for the street and the evening frock for a gay occasion. They are intended to save clothes.

Gown for Afternoon and Evening. Now, as a crowning effort of conservation and economy, she sends us the new afternoon gown which is wrrn in the evening. It Is made of thin material, it has transparent sleeves, long or short, and it has a half-decolletage. It has indefinite variety, often it blazes with color, again it is subdued to black rtiH white combined, and it can be worn for every Indoor occasion from four in the afternoon until midnight. Such a frock saves the buying of many shoes. It Is a stroke of that illuminating Inspiration that the French have when they put their minds to economy. There is nothing drab or mournful about. French economy; they raise the sordid thing to a pedestal and make it desirable for even do not stare economy, dally in the face. (Copyright, 1918, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

Colors Match Scenery.

Evidently with “the most popular word” in mind, camouflage, the South has decided that the new colors shall be nature colors. Palm green, pine green, poinsettia red, cyclamen red, hibiscus pink, grapefruit yellow, orange, coconut brown and the varices shades of sand are some of them.

IGOROTS, WILD BUT LOYAL

THOSE, wild men of the mountains of the island of Luzon, the hardy, brown-skinned Igorots, have gone to the caves and tildijig places where they buried their treasure in the long ago before Dewey broke the shackles of Spanish rule and have unearthed sacks of Spanish and Mexican coins and carried them over mountain trails to Gov. Hllarlo Logan as their Liberty loan contribution. “Please send this offering for the use of the Great Apo across the sea,” was their simple request. It amounts to about $8,891. As an example of how this primitive people answered the call of the Great Apo for help when the last Liberty loan drive was made by Governor Logan, it is told that three Benguet Igorots came in from an out-of-the-way corner of the mountains one day, carrying sacks of old Spanish treasure, amounting to more than $1,447.50. Commenting on this humble offering, the Manila Bulletin says:

“The 1,500 pesos, while not in themselves a great .amount when the Philippine total subscriptions of over $6,500,000 is taken into consideration, are regarded by the authorities of the mountain province as the most significant contribution to the entire Liberty loan campaign in the islands, coming as they do from an aboriginal people who never before trusted any savings bank but mother earth, but have been led in 18 years to confide in the Integrity of the “Great Apo across the seas” to such an extent that they unearth their treasure and lug it over the mountains that it may be sent to him to aid in prosecuting the war against Germany. “This was not all of the Igorot subscription by any means, according to the reports which have just reached this city from the mountain capital, these stating that the 4,900 pesos subscribed by the Igorots of Benguet province formed a part of the 44,000 pesos ($42,640) subscription given by the civilian residents of Baguio and the Immediate vicinity. The greatest surprise of all was the eagerness of the Igorots throughout the subprovince and Governor Logan may well be proud of his work. In the few days he had at his disposal he reached even the most distant towns in the mountains and aroused the Igorots to their great demonstration of patriotism.”

Want to Go to the Front Not only did the Igorots give their treasure, but they offered their services to Governor General Harmon, and are anxious to go to France to help the Great Apo to win the war for freedom. Judge James Ross of the colonial administration, who recently made an extended tour of Luzon, said that every mountain station where he stopped was filled with natives who asked for a chance to enlist. Each native came in with his discharge papers, showing the length and quality of service he had rendered to the. government of the Philippines. Then, saying that he had heard the United States was at war with Germany, he would urge his claim to bepr arms under the American flag. Judge Ross would advise the sturdy volunteer to rejoin the constabulary. In which many vacancies exist, but this would not satisfy the Igorot One and all wanted to fight When one Stops to consider the barbaric life that the Igorot still lives, this offer of treasure and service to Uncle Sam is all the more remarkable. For the Igorot is still very much himself and is totally different from all his other Philippine brothers. Americans are establishing schools, and education 18 making some progress. But the Igorots have no laws, and each community is ruled by a council of old men. they Hve in the northwestern section of the island of Luzon, and number about 185,000. Theirs is a mountainous country, six days’ march Inland from the nearest civilized town. They are a mixture of savage, barbarian and civilized people. Worship Ono O° d - They have one god. Lumawig, and their religious system-is a sort of worship of the spirits of the departed, whom they beHeve to inhabit the earth just as before they died, except that they are invisible to mortal eyes. The Igorots are moral and upright, from their standpoint, and their code of

Igorot Chiefs and Warriors.

conduct, although simple, is strictl They worship in their homes, and ini the fields, but have no priests. They have no written language and! no literature of any sort. But they| have a number of curious folk tales.! One is somewhat akin to the Adami and Eve story. Lumawig, out of lovei for his people, sent an bld couple to| earth with a new food for the Igorotl tribes. The old couple on a day were to explain its use to the mortals, but the latter became curious! and could not wait until the appoint--ed time. Two of the Igorots stole the bag in which the new food was hid-* den. This so angered Lumawig that| said the Igorots thereafter would have to till the ground and gain their food by the sweat of their brows. The new food was rice. It today is the| great staple of the people. Rlcel and sweet potatoes are the only things they raise. Another legend tells of the origin off » head hunting. In warfare the Igorot* always brings home the heads of his victims. One day the Moon, which is a woman, was beating out brass. The young child of the Sun stood near by, watching. His scrutiny angered the Moon, and she threw a stick at him, causing decapitation. The Sun then appeared and put his child’s head back on his trunk, declaring that because of the Moon’s wanton act mortals would henceforth cut off each other’s heads when in wrath. Know How to Irrigate. Although primitive in their planting and harvesting the Igorots mastered all the details of irrigation. This is the source of their prosperity. They have terraced all the mountainsides and raise two crops of rice a year. While the Igorots as a race are small, they are exceptionally well developed. They are great mountain climbers. Dress reform does not bother them. A thin breechcloth and a happy smile make up their Costume, which they wear the year round. They are much like the aboriginal Indian of America in many customs, one in particular being that the women do all the work, while the men sit around in Indolent ease, smoking green tobacco in 111-smelling pipes. The women and children smoke, too.

Superstition enters into their cures for sickness. When a part of the body is injured they tattoo little stars all over the spot, believing that by this means they will drive out the little devils that have taken up their abode there. Being exposed to the sun and weather at all times they are constantly shedding their skin. When death occurs in a family the natives take chicken meat and other foods and a great feast is held, followed by a wild dance similar to the dances of the American Indians. The body is then buried, and the personal belongings of the dead person are handed among the relatives and the visitors depart. For ornamentation the women gather little berries, which they string and which are then plaited in the strands of their black hair. They relish dog meat, and after they have fattened a dog on rice they have a barbecue and a wild dance, beating doleful music from the copper and brass and wooden tomtoms. But with all their quaint and savage customs the Igorots are patriotic to the American flag now, and want to go to the trenches for the Great Apo.

As a Man Is Judged.

Remember, it is not the kind of work you are going to‘ do, but the of work you now turn out that counts. Your future is a guess forecasted only by the present Exceptional unexpected fitness seldom appears. It never happens. It is a matter of growth if it comes at all. Latent ability may lie dormant until challenged by some great task, but it will be a mental competence physically handicapped if it hasn’t been wording up to its job. With the right intelligence and Will power there is no reason why you can’t work up. You have the same chance that has made others great If your mentality and skill are equal to theirs, why can’t you do what they have done. If they are not you have, no reason to complain. When you make your life count obstacles and problems will become pleasures. Men of metal rejoice in the chance to prove theirst vea.