Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 174, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 August 1918 — Page 3

Louisa Goes Over the Top

By GIDEON HOE

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Louisa is the school scrub woman. She has been' connected with the school for years. She has been there with her brooms, her pails, her mops arid her eternal thoroughness. Loulsd was German. She spoke German. She thought German. She dreamed Germany. She was in America only because she could not “earn so much as here.” She had come here a generation ago with a young married sister. The sister had gone, back to Gentfany, leaving her baby with Louisa. He grew up as most boys do whose mothers are not about and whose supporting aunts have to go out to work. He was stoop-shouldered, he smoked. He spent his wages as he wished. Louisa would look at him grimly and mutter: “ACh, if only I had you in Chermany.” It was for the boy that she worked. It was of him and the Faderland” that she talked as she rubbed, rubbed, rubbed. “Ach, what think? That boy he lends five dolars to a man on the block and he move away and we can’t find him. “Not so it is tn Chermany. There he could not do this. Make bills and hide himself. There you have a little book. From school yet you have it. In it stands your name, your age, your hair, your eyes, and all what you do for a living. “First thing you do if you move, you must go to the police and show your book, then again when you arrive you s|iow your book to the police. “No, no, in Chermany you "cannot run away. There they have it much better. You are all bosses. Nein! You have not the discipline. Hrrp I Rrrp! Forward march I” and Louisa shouldering her brooms and mops marched down the corridor to the applause and laughter of the little children marching Into school. Louisa liked to mingle with the teachers. At the beginning of the war, when the teachers gathered in their little. knots discussing the possibilities and speculating on the outcome of. it all, Louisa made her contribution: “Ach, the discipline. Von Hindenburg, Von Hindenburg. He Is for discipline. He Is the soldier. Such a fine one never lived. You will see he will win. He is a Gottlike man.” “Oh, Louisa, have a heart. Don’t scare us so early in the morning,” scoffed Boy Teacher, reaching for the brief case that rested at his feet. But Louisa was before him and placed It in his hands. “Oh, thank you, Louisa, but you mustn’t do that. You’ll spoil me. I’m not used to it.” “I should hope not,” sniffed another young teacher, “I should hope not indeed. The idea of a woman waiting on a perfectly healthy, strong young man. I bet I wouldn’t do it.” “Ach, no? In Chermany you would be better disciplined. You would save the man all.” “Why? Why?” stamped the young teacher. “Why should a woman save a man anything?” “Because,” Louisa (condescended, “Because he is a soldier. He fights for the Faderland. Without the man what are you? Nothing. It Is for you to marry a fine soldier, mother a fine soldier, raise up a fine soldier. That Is your duty. That you were placed in the world for. Now he,” pointing to the Boy Teacher, “would make a fine —” But thef young teacher had fled.

The teachers began to grumble. “Germany, Germany. Louisa is always cheering for Germany. Why don’t these people go back and fight for the Fatherland? No. They stay here and root for Germany.” The Lusitanl" Was Sunk. Then came the news of the sinking Of -the Lusitania. The teachers gathered and discussed the news angrily. “The devils. Our people. Hundreds of them. Frohman, Archie Butts, Habbard. It’s awful. It was full of women and kittle children. Shameful.” Wondering, Louisa poked her head Inside the door. “What is? Is someone dead you cry so?” *■' “Yes, they’re dead,” and a teacher sprang forward and pushed the headlined paper full In Louisa’s face. “Tour lovely Germans killed them.” “Killed? What is?” “The Lusitania was sunk by the Germans. She was carrying many Americans.” , “So 1” said Louisa coolly. “Well, they was told to stay off that boat. The fools. Served themselfs weU right.” “Keep still,” screamed the young teacher. We’ll ask your precious kaiser whether we may sail over his ocean when he isn’t using it, I suppose. Well, we won’t.” Then taking fresh umbrage at the other’s stolid composure, she burst out: “What do you think you would fee doing if you were in Germany now? Going about a building like this ones dressed as you are, mingling with the sort of people you meet here? Not for a minute. You’d be.dressed In rags, your feet in wooden shoes, and you would be pulling a plow like an ox for your precious kaiser.” Loulta Is For Uncle Sam. Louisa went out shutting her head. At last war was declared. We were, “In It” Louisa paddled by the office with her palls and brushes. “Hurrah,

Frau von Hindenburg! We’re going to Berlin to get your precious kaiser.” “Ya, ya,” said Louisa sadly. “Such things must be. It stands in the Bible. Purification by fire. If it’s God’s will we fight, then we fight” When the teachers had gone to their rooms Louisa appeared in the ofiice. “Hark," she whispered to the head teacher. “My has volunteered for the war. What you think of that? Isn’t thnt fine? He says? ‘Mother Louisa, I must go,’ and I tell him: ‘Go. We live in America, we are Americans.’ ” One morning when the teachers had gathered for the morning chat, Louisa came in, her face shining. “Look,” she said to the young teacher, “here Is my boy’s picture. He is a soldier now. How grand he looks. He is a sergeant already.” Louisa gazed lovingly at the postcard picture of a fine looking soldier boy. “Ha, ha, my fine fellow. Now. von don’t turn over and sleep again while I call you five times more. Ta tata, Ta tata, Ta ta ta. Forward march. That is fine for you,” she chuckled. The Liberty Loan posters came. The big loan drive was on. Louisa fell in love with one of the posters. “Such a beautiful young lady. How strong she is waving the flag and leading the army. She is schoen, ya, ya, she calls for money for the soldiers. She shaU have it Ya, ya.” Glancing about to be sure she was not noticed. She slipped into the office. Once Inside she drew from her pocket an envelope with the red triangle in the corner and laid it before the head teacher. “Look. This money my boy sends. It is the money they give him for being a good soldier. That money I never spend. Take it and buy a Liberty Bond.” So Louisa went over the top for Uncle Sam.

THE TEST

By JOHN BROWN JEWETT

of the Vigilantes. This Is your crisis, this your hour; Earth’s oceans and its shores Hold but one place of porteht power, One duty—lt Is yours. Think not to hide amid the crowd That covers land and sea; The voice of Fate is calling loud; “Look to him, world—’tis he!" Yes, you—no other. None are bonF*’ To do what you must do; No beaten captain waits such scorn For failure, as must you. It Is the test, the fine one:— Shall king or people reign? Who are the people? There are nona If one is called In vain. On you the sorrow, blood and cost. The glory or the shame. If freedom’s cause today Is lost. You only are to blame.

THOSE WHO CANNOT GO

By EDWARD A. G. HERMANN

of the Vigilantes. Are you sorry? Or are you glad? P.erhaps you would go if you could, but you must stay at home. You cannot be a hero at the battlefront, but you can live heroically wherever you are. ' It takes five men at home to keep one man in the trenches. YOU belong to one of those groups of five men. The five men at home must stand together and do the things that count most for one man at the front. For any one man to fall is to play false to the cause for which we work and they fight.

You cannot fight, but yon can work and pray; you can love and serve; you can save carefully and give sacrificially. Above all else you ought to worship in times of war. We believe our cause is righteous. Our faith is justified. Our human instincts are not lying to us. The lofty Ideals for which our brave boys are fighting are the ideals for which pure has stood for 1,900 years. When the church has been blind to the vision of the Ideals she has grown and unworthy of the great Leader. We stand with him today for the sanctity of womanhood and the protection of children ; for justice and mercy, truth and righteousness; for Industrial, political and social democracy; for international law and universal brotherhood; for the establishment of the kingdom of God on earth. These are the great ideals which carry with them freedom, peace and happiness for all the future. After all, true religion is the real conservator of civilization and the ultimate unifier of humanity. The future of democracy and civilization is bound up with Christianity.

THE FLAG SPEAKS

By THEODOSIA GARRISON

of the Vigilantes. Great minds planned me. High hearts made me. Strong arms raised rte To fly while life endures; Fine souls wrought for me. Brave men fought for me. Bound and broken sought for me<Now—l am yours. The wide world sees me, The wild seas know me. The four.winds lift mer A signal and a flame; Your youth and your age. Your hope and heritage. Your father’s father’s page That bears your name. Your hands uphold me, Your strength sustains me, Your service honors me With every task it gives. ‘ Hold me your word and worth. Hold me your sword and hearth. Hold me your sign to earth That Freedom lives. ''i »-' \ . \ ■ ■ ,

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THE LITTLE LADY

By JACK LAWTON.

(Copyright. 1018, by Western Newspaper Union.) That Is what the people of Farmsdale called her, speculating as to her choice M their village as a place of habitation., With some, the words had an affectionate sound, but there were ‘others who omitted the “little” and spoke of her with sarcasm. The appropriateness of the title, however, could not be disputed. -“Little lady” was the new inmate of the old Parsons place. Farmsdale young people were accustomed to labor in homes and factory, theirs the problem of living. But the great old Parsons place was opened, muslin curtains showing behind gleaming windows. The tangled garden was coaxed into order, the town boy scouts spending tfielr spare time In the effort. Happily the little lady directed them and repaid their labors. “What’s she here for anyway?” they said, and “How is she going to spend her time?” But the little lady only hummed, her tunes, bending idly over the sundial. A young officer home from camp was tempted to turn in at the gateway to ask for a drink from the fountain; , the day was hot. “One does not realize in this peaceful setting,” he said, the suffering, the privation that others are enduring across the water. War seems very unreal and far away, yet it is there.” The eyes of the little lady were sympathetic. “Yes,” she agreed, but site stopped as she spoke, to train a rose about the sundial. The official frowned as he went on his way. She had been much, too much, In his thoughts, since they had poinfecTTher out to him, the beautiful stranger who had leased the old Parsons place. WJiy should he sit In judgment upon her. If she chose to remain carefree in times of seriousness and self-denial, what was that to him? A girl stood just outside the entrance looking into the garden; she was one of the girls from factory and her face looked wan and tired. “I was waitin’ for you,” she told the soldier; “I wanted to ask about Jim. When do you go over to France?” “That we cannot tell, Josie*” the officer replied. “But your brother is feeling fine. You are a brave girl to spare him for your country.” “The doctor thought I wouldn’t be strong enough to keep on at the factory through the summer,” the girl said, “but I reckon I wouldn’t try to hold Jim back ’cause of that.” She motioned wearily toward the white-clad figure by the fountain. “Pretty soft, to be like her!” said Josie.

And as the soldier went on down the path he paused to greet a pale woman in a wheel chair. Her tall husband propelled the chair and his tense face brightened eagerly at sight of the soldier’s uniform. “When are you going back to camp?” he asked, and when upon some pretense the wife had sent her husband away she raised patient eyes to the officer’s face. “It’s so hard for him not to be able to go,” she said. “If it hadn’t been for the accident to my hip he might have gone with the rest. I think Bert feels tied to this chair with a ball and chain. But If I am better, as the doctor promises, next year— ’’ “You are the kind, Nell I” the soldier exclaimed, and he pressed her hand. Yes, she yas “the kind.” Old Henry was glad to see him. He asked, as he made way on the porch stone, if Jed’s boat had got over safe; Jed hadn’t written yet. “And If ’twa’n*t for Mattle here,” he went on, beckoning an old neighbor from the next cottage, “her boy Ben would a-been In the fight too. Mattie’s lameness held Ben back.” “If I could only get along alone,” said the old woman regretfully. “But I can’t,” she added and sighed. Yes, there were those in this fair 1 country also who realized the necessity of sacrifice. As the officer strode on his way he thought about these familiar people of his boyhood, anxious in the time of need to do their best. Across his memory flashed a vision of the little lady, but he banished the picture with firm-pressed lips. There would be one more visit to the town before sailing; when he came again he would avoid the road which led past the great house, so he told himself ; but that was the very road which he chose. The grounds had been cultivated wonderfully he noticed, and In the background worked a man’s bent figure; “she" was not lingering near the fountain. The fast brought unaccountable disappointment But toward him, down a winding pathway came Josie—-Josie, brow*, radiant, wheeling an invalid chair and in the chair was Bert’s wife.

The color came and went in her face when she saw the soldier. “Come in,” she called, “and let us tell you about it” “The little lady has befriended us all,” she answered his questioning gaze. “It was what she had planned, she says, to make it possible, perhaps, for one or two men to serve their country who otherwise must have remained at home. Bert has gone and Mattle’s son too. Josie helps old Henry here with the vegetable garden, while I prepare things for Mattie to cook. Soon we will be a self-support-ing family.” ' n “Here comes our little lady now, whispered Josie, and the tenderness of her tone found answer Ip the light of the soldier’s welcoming eyes.

NEW TYPE OF COAT

Slip-Over Has Advantages for Motor or Travel Wear. Completely Protects Garment Over Which It Is Worn—Always Shipshape and Snug. Capes have so utterly dominated the field of wraps this season’ that very little out of the ordinary has been offered- in coat styles. While the cape vogue continues, a closer reefed wrap is more becoming to some figures. The coat shown in the skettfh is well worth considering, as it was actually intended by the Paris designer who originated it as a suggestion for a fall or winter coat. This coat would be lovely developed in dark-colored satip and embroidered In a lighter shade, or vice versa,’ as a summer traveling or motor coat. Pongee or shantung, silk jersey cloth or heavy linen might also be used for it if preferred. This coat has a number of unusual features, the most prominent being its freedom from fastenings. It is a slipover modeL The belt Is attached across the back section, the front ends being loose, so that the coat may be slipped easily over the head, the belt ends being drawn forward and but-

The Slip-Over Coat.

toned as indicated. It is open from hem to waistline on both sides, the buttons and buttonholes being purely decorative, although they may be arranged to hold the coat together if such an arrangement is preferred. The coat as designed has an elongated back collar, really a small cape, and this may be used or omitted. A coat that slips over the head is something decidedly new, but for motor or travel wear especially such a coat has many advantages over the conventional open-ln-front garment. It completely protects the garment over which it is worn, and is always shipshape and snug. If designed for wear during the fall, this coat would be very smart developed in one of the rough wool plaids that are being shown for fall, both in dress and t coat materials. Plain color might be used for sleeves and cape r faclng and for the wide belt.

TO DRESS CHILDREN SIMPLY

Valuable Suggestions to Mothers in Caring for Youngsters, Saving Much Worry. In order to meet the many demands for her time and service created by the war It is essential that the busy woman in the home conserve her energy and strength in every possible way, especially during the hot summer months. The problem of dressing the children comfortably and economically during this season requires much time and thought Miss B. M. Phelp of Macdonald college, Ontario, offers the following splendid suggestions on this subject to the women of Canada.- These suggestions will be equally applicable to the women of other sections. “Have as few clothes as possible. Materials are scarce and expensive; colors fade; garments are soon outgrown. “Dress the one to three year olds in rompers, except when 'dressed up.’ “Dress the three-year to school-age boy in overalls; he will be happy and It will save you time and worry. Make these at home from a good quality of blue denim. “Dress the three-year to school-age girl In a simple one-piece frock and bloomers of the same material. For hard, rough wear galatea or Oxford shirting Is ideal. If too heavy for hot weather, buy gingham or chambray. *" “For the young schoolboy provide denim overalls or knickers of khaki drill. Shirts may also be of khaki color in a lighter material if desired. “For the schoolgirl the simple smock or coat middy and separate skirt will meet all needs up to and partly through the ’teen age. One-piece frocks may

ifttn be made from outgrown ones by combining two of them. Girls from seven to twelve will still prefer to wear the comfortable bloomers.

CORAL JEWELRY VERY SMART

Decorations Prove Decidedly Effective When Worn With Dull-Hued Suits. f One cannot oyerlook the effectiveness of coral with the blue serge and gray worsted costumes. Coral is one of the most charming shades when not overdone in costume, and this season it gives that brightness and contrast that is essential with the rather subdued tones of wartime frocks and tallleurs. • There are long strings of coral beads, which fall over a white or pale bisque waistcoat very effectively, and there are strings of coral and dull gold, to which are attached smart lorgnettes. Coral-set arrow .pins are thrust through convertible coat collars and coral-tipped hatpins project from spring sailors of lustrous black straw. A woman lunching at a hotel wore a taupe suit, a small black llsere turban draped with a long taupe-colored veil and black patent leather pumps, with taupe-colored spats. The only bright note of color in her costume was a pair of coral earrings, the spheres of coral set close against her ear lobes beneath waves of dark hair. The warm, bright note of coral gave interest and distinction to her whole costume, otherwise quiet and neutral in tone.

FASHION AND FAD POINTERS

Styles That Are Being Worn by the Well-Dressed Women Who Are Up-to-Date. Hems are very deep. Yellow trims red serge suits. Blege is combined with brick red. Taffetas are trimmed with straw braid. Silk sweaters are replacing woolen ones. There IS a widespread revival of fringe. Huge pearl buttons are used as trimming. Satin is in favor for both capes and coats. The best bandeaux have a plain flat finish. The airplane shape of hat has reappeared. Summer evening wraps are edged with fringe. Tailor hats may be made entirely of organdie. , White serge suits are trimmed with yellow kid. Belted coats are foremost in fashion’s world. Tunics have a graceful tendency to fall in points. Long ribbon are seen eten on turbans. Leghorn is frequently trimmed with black velvet. 3, ,

BLACK SATIN FOR FALL

For early fall street wear rumor has It that black satin will be very popular. This snug-fitting bodice and peg-top skirt could be made to see one through from breakfast to dinner. Beads suggestive of the North American Indian compose the girdle.

Trimming Organdie Hats.

Some of the new organdie hats are self-trimmed, with big bows of organdie. One of flesh-pink organdie has a big bow of the same color, the edges of the double strip from which the bow Is tied being bound with a bids band of white organdie. The only other trimming on the hat is some big pearl beads sewed irregularly to the crowm.

Effective Simplicity.

A satin ribbon band and rosette make effective the simple little turneddown hat of novelty straw, which is developed in colors to/ match the dress. The parasol js every bit as important an item of daughter’s wardrobe as of her mother’s. And this rose dotted silk affair is just the thing for the little girl to carry as protection against the rays of the sun in the warm days.

Three Bible Fools

By REV. W. W. KETCHUM

Director of Practical Work Courw. Moody Bible Inatitute, Chicago

I. The Atheistic Fool. The one who says, “There Is no God.” Twice in the Bible, in the

Now the Bible does not set out to prove that God is. It assumes that every intelligent man "will believe this, and so Its pages open with the sublime and stupendous statement: “In the beginning God.” The Bible, however, does tell us that “the heavens declare the glory of God,” and that “the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen.” So while the Bible does not try to prove that God is, it does tell us that God, whose existence it assumes, may be known. It tells us that nature is one of the books which God has given us, in which he tells us about himself. It tells us that another book in which God is revealed is the Bible itself, the written word of God, and that a third one is the living nr incarnate Word, the Lord Jesus Christ, of whom it Is said: “No man hath seen God at any time; the only begotten. Son, which if in the bosom of thu Father, he hath declared him;” that is, “led him forth,” as Doctor Scofield says, “into full revelation.” No man, then, need be in Ignorance of God with three books making Him known, rind with such a threefold revelation of God, how can anyone deny that God is, or be Ignorant of him? * 11. The One Who Plays the Fool. He is the person who falls to take God into account; that is, he acts as if there were no God. Saul did this when he sought David’s life. He left God out of his reckoning-In his determination to slay David, and one night when he was encamped, surrounded by his soldiers and bodyguard, David stealthily made his way through the guard with one of his trusty followers, and removed the bolster from under Saul’s head, and the cruse of water and the spear that were by his side, without awakening him or any of the soldiers. Withdrawing In safety to the hillside, David shouted back to the captain of Saul’s army, “Abner! Abner!” and when this sleepy captain, with Saul and the encamped soldiers awakened", they saw David on the hillside, stretching forth his trophies that they might see that he could have taken Saul’s life if he had chosen. Then it was that Saul, realizing that he had left God out of his reckoning In his attempt to slay David, exclaimed: “I have played the fool.”

And so does every one who does not take God into account. The man or the woman who schemes or plans and lives as if there were no God in the world is as big a fool as the person who says in his heart: “There is no God.” Both are fools because they deny the existence of God; one by his words professes his atheism, while the other lives his. 111. The Rich Fool. He is the man whose ambition in life Is to accumulate wealth. Christ; portrays him in the parable of the man who. having a great harvest pulled down his barns and built greater and when they were filled said to himself, “Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for many years; take thine ease; eat, drink and be merry.” But God said unto him, “Thou fool, this night thy soul shall bte required of thee; then whose shall these things be which thou hast provided?” How many folks there #re in the world xlth w’hom the supreme thing In life Is the getting of material things, their one ambition to accumulate wealth? They strain and scheme and work and worry to get gain, forgetting that a day Is coming when their souls shall be required of them, and then, if they have succeeded, like the rich man in the parable, it will be pertinent to ask them, “Whose shall these things be?” And if they die, having laid up treasures for themselves, and are not rich toward God, they have gone into the other world as paupers. One night in New York city a wealthy man lay dying. He had every material thing the heart could desire, but one thing he felt his need of, and that was prayer. Sending for his gardener, a godly soul, he asked him to pray for him, and when the gardener had finished his simple, fervent prayer, the dying millionaire said: “John, now sing for me.” “What shall I sing?” asked the gardener. And the man who was rich in houses and lands and bonds and mortgages replied: “Sing, John, the song, ’Come ye sinners, poor and needy, weak and wayward, sick and sore,’ ” and the gardener sang this blessed song of invitation to the millionaire who knew that with God his money did not count and that If ho was to be saved it must be u a poor and needy sinner.

Book of Psalms, we read: "The fool hath said tn his heart, there is no God.” It is interesting to note that this fool says this in his heart and not in his head. The reason his heart , prompts such a statement is because the heart is, as the Bible says, deceitful above all things, hopelessly wicked.