Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 187, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 17 August 1918 — Page 3

Settling Beatrice

By S. B. HACKLEY

(Copyright, 1918, by. the McClure Newspai per Syndicate.) “Responsibility for Beatrice’s settlement is rendering me absolutely distraught, Doris. Living in a little place like this with so few social equals is enough to drive one wild.” Mrs. Eileen Campbell, wife of the lime manufacturer at Bardstown, rolled her china-blue eyes deprecatively. *lf it weren’t that Frank is making money ‘hand over fist,’ as he calls it, here, I simply could not endure it.” Mrs. Carter, wlfq of the road-build-ing contractor nodded appreciatively, “That’s what I tell ’Gene. How long are you going to stay in New York with the Macons, Eileen?” “Oh, two weeks, probably. Now that Bee leaves tomorrow with Alethea McCue for the house-party, I feel safe about her. Alethea has been begging me to let her stay on with them through the summer. Sammy—” she lowered her voice, “Sammy is going to be there!” “How very opportune!” commented Mrs. Carter. Beatrice, an involuntary listener, with her piquant face, her characterful mouth and blue eyes, both dolorous and indignant, hastily left the library. Her father, a serious-looking man with red hair, met her in the. hall. “Oh, daddy, let me stay home with you while mother is away,” she whispered. “I want to so!” “Yojjr mother would have a fit if you missed that McCue blow-out, sweetheart. We can’t go against her in this, I guess. It’s late —you’d better run away to your bed. But wait, Kitten, here’s a check I promised Pryor. Address it to him, and drop it in the box, will you?” After an interminable time, It seemed to Beatrice, she heard her parents go to their sleeping rooms, but sleep would not come to her. She arose finally and drew on her dressing gown. “I wish I could tell daddy!” she thought as she went to her writing desk. “I’ll write to Louie —he can’t help me, but I’ve got to tell somebody now!”

“Bardstown, N. C., August 2, 1916. “Dr. Louis M. Acheson, Pendleton, Oregon,” she wrote at the top of het page. “Dear, Dear Louie. —I promised you Pd tell you the minute I found the prince, but I couldn’t, though It’s been four months. I was too happy, for a little while, and since—oh, Louie —I’ve got to tell somebody my troubles, or I’ll burst! “I guess Pve told you in this tiny old place, there’s a MOO,’ only here it’s a ‘so,’ mostly the Macon family scions. The Macon father was an old scoun--drel (I’m quoting daddy), but he owned the big resort hotel here and nearly everything else. Mrs. Atlee Jeffers and Mrs. Felix Landrlth, two of the daughters, live here. Mrs. Landrith married an old, old man, something like a Maharajah for wealth (he must have been a beast, judging by her unhappy face), and she’s got a regular castle overlooking the town. “Well, mother considers them, and her very special Mrs, Doris Carter, and a few others, her social equals. I wouldn’t say it to anybody but you, Louie, but you know it already; mother and hpr friends just live for dancing and entertaining, and clothes — nothing else! Daddy told her yesterday their chief occupation as he sees it is the ‘ornamentation of the chariots that carry them through this little arc in the circle of being!’ “But because the Macon scions are sort of patrons of Arland, the little church here, and attend services once in a blue moon, mother- does, too, and I’ve been attending the Arland Sunday school, and other services right along, without a protest from her. Early this spring, Mr. Lowrie, the old pastor, died and the board that pays tlje minister’s small salary, sent Glenn Pryor. He isn’t exclusive, and just ‘churchy,* like Mr. Lowrie. He wants to help everybody and everything, and he makes friends with all the poor and neglected. He’s started a branch of the Good Citizens’ league, and new you can’t find a rusty tin can or a homeless cat in the town. He doesn’t trouble himself so much about the ‘so,’ except that he calls on them and Is pleasant to them. “And he’s started a Young Folks’ circle for Wednesday evenings that does things like singing to sick folks, and the jaH folks, and the county infirmary folks. I knew he was the “prince” the first time I heard him Speak. Of course, he didn’t know right off I was the “princess,” but he came to know. (Louie, Tm like daddy —I love people, just because they’re ipeople), and he liked my way, I know; for he —he’d got so his eyes were glad when they turned to me! And I was happy. ...

“Then the first of July the season opened at the hotel, and they begun those Wednesday and Saturday night dances. The first Wednesday night we were to go after the circle met to sing for old Mrs. Filbert (she’d been* on her death-bed for a month), and rd promised her Td sing an old, old ballad she loved. None of the other girls knew it But mother , wouldn’t listen to me, and made me go to that hateful dance. We didn’t leave until one o’clock, and just as we came out of the gate where they’ve got a big electric light that lights up everything (I was walking in front with that horrid, rich

Sammy McCue, Mrs. McCue’s brother-in-law), we met Mr. Pryor. “His eyes looked positively reprbachful when they met mine. He lifted his hat, sober and unsmiling, and passed,and I felt my heart break under the weight of his misunderstanding. I heard it break, Louie. And next morning I found out Mrs. Filbert had died at midnight I couldn’t make any explanation to him without appearing to censure mother, so I didn’t make any. “So, July, a wretched, month, has passed. Mother’s swept me into the hotel social life until I.haven’t had a minute (not even Sunday) for my friends. (I ought to have stood up to mother, but I hate a Tow; I am a coward, Louie, and because I am, I am miserable.) “Tomorrow I’m to leave for Georgia and the McCue’s party, to make further conquest of that Sammy toad. The prince is Just gently courteous to me, as he is to everybody else, when we chance to meet now. He hears of my going to all those hateful dances and giving all my time to social frivolities, and he thinks Pm a breaker of promises, and shallow, and fickle, and untrustworthy! Til never be able to redeem myself in his eyes. I believe I could, if I had a chance, away from mother, but I won’t get it, and he’ll marry somebody else! Oh, Louie! “This is a wailing letter, but I feel better since I’ve told you my tribulations! “Your cousin and friend in weal and woe (mostly woe'at present). “Beatrice Caswell.” Two days after, Mr. Caswell received a telegram from New York: “Quarantined. Can’t leave under six weeks. Beatrice to stay on with the McCues. Eileen.” On Wednesday evening a tan pongee traveling dress pounced down upon him.

“Oh, daddy—l’ve come home! I’ve come home I” “But the house-party! Mother wanted you to stay, Bee!” “Oh daddy—l never wanted to go! I started home the minute I knew mother had to stay in New York, and you’re going to let me stay home with you!” Her father laughed. JT won’t send you back, Kitten.” When the Arland church bell rang, at eight o’clock, Beatrice jumped up. “It’s the circle night, daddy; let’s go!” Two weeks later, Beatrice went alone for her favorite walk up Gray’s mountain. At the summit she came upon the young minister sprawled on a mossy spot, some typewritten sheets spread out before him. He started guiltily at sight of her, and with unnecessary haste, folded the papers. “Our next Sunday’s sermon!” she bantered. “May I see how it looks on paper?” He flushed and thrust the folded sheets in his pocket, then fished out of another pocket a strip of paper which he held out to her.

“Pm afraid your father has a bad opinion of me, but his generous check, mailed to me more than two weeks ago, reached me only this noon.” “Two weeks ago,” murmured Beatrice, puzzled. Then the red blood dyed her cheeks. “Was—was it forwarded from Oregon?” she stammered. “It was.” “I—oh, I must have mixed the envelopes !” she stammered. “Then you—that awful letter—” He came and stood by her. “I remalled the letter that was sent me by mistake,*’ he said. f “But you read It!” her hands went over her burning face. “Yes,” he confessed. ‘T didn’t realize what it meant until I’d begun it, then—it was beautiful reading! I wanted to go down to Georgia on- the first train —I wanted to keep the — princess’ letter —but I didn’t dare do that, either. So I copied the letter, and I’ve been carrying the copy here close to my heart ever since. Sometimes I’ve kissed it!”

She raised her drooping head. “Then you—oh, Glenn!” It wasn’t the letter that lay close to his heart that he was kissing thery A month later Mrs. Carter, just returned from a six'wegks’ visit, calling on Mrs. Felix Landrlth, met Beatrice Caswell and, Glenn Pryor just leaving. “Did you notice that child’s face?” Mrs. Landrlth remarked, as the pair passed out of hearing.- “Love has made her beautiful.”-

“Love!” gasped Mrs. Carter. “You don’t mean to say she’s in love with him? Why. Mrs. McCue’s brother-in-law was crazy about her when I left! Glenn Pryor, with those altruistic notions of his, probably never will have a penny.!” She set her lips. “Why, It’s suhidal! I’ll write to Eileen today I” "Doris Carter,” the older woman laid a hand on her shoulder, “don’t you do anything of the kind. It may seem to you suicidal to marry for love, yvithout money, but jt’s worse than suicide to reverse it. I did . that, anW I know. Don't you write to Eileen Caswell. But even if yod were to, it’s too late for her to make the child unhappy. His Scotch uncle wants him to come over to France right away, to help him in his army work, and the board has reluctantly-ebnsented. Naturally, he wants to take, his wife with him. I am going up tn Frank Caswell’s now to persuade him-to let them be married tomorrow.” .

A Courteous Hen.

Mr. and Mrs. J. Hooker Wilson of north of Rushville have a most remarkable hen. Every morning she scratches at the door for admission. Entering, she sits in a large chair in the living room, lays an egg and walks majestically back to the chicken yard after she has been fed for her courteous service.— lndianapolis News.

TiTR KVKKTNG REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER. IND.

COOL LINEN FROCKS

Gown May Be Developed in White, With Braiding to Suit Skirt la Very Narrow; Back of Coat Section Plain; Naw Fabric Fine for Separate Garment. Frocks of heavy linen, smartly tailored, are fashionable for warm weather wear. They are expensive when bought ready to wear, and certainly not particularly cheap when made at home, as good linen fabrics are scarce and very high in price. But unless one wishes to wait until the very end of the season, when mark-down sales have brought prices to a reasonable level, making things at home is a less expensive method of dressing than purchasing them ready to wear, and certainly more individuality is possible. . The sketch offers a suggestion for a linen frock, whifch may be developed in white with soutache braiding in navy, yellow or other colqt or the gown may be in color 'with white braiding. It is a slip-over affair, an

Modish Tailored Frock of Linen.

opening about five inches deep at the side front making this possible. The sash, tied loosely, may be in a color to match either the frock or trimming. The skirt of the dress is very parrow, measuring not more than 1% yards in width, and the back of the coat section is entirely plain, with only a short round yoke formed by a continuation of the front panels, braided, to relieve its severity. A very interesting and lovely cotton fabric brought out this season, and which Is being .used in large quantity for separate skirts, might be selected for this frock. The material is satin finished and closely simulates silk satin. It launders well and while closely woven and with a firm texture it is not as heavy in weight as the linens usually selected for tailored garments. Sateen is an old-time favorite, but this new material does not show the twill that sateen has.

Dark Sleeves In Blouses.

Dark sleeves are shown in some of the attractive new blouses of tan georgette drape. For the woman always watching for some practical touch in new clothes, these blouses appeal mightily. For the dark sleeves, be it remembered, do not show soil so quickly as light ones. It is a rather gloomy thought to remember that they probably really do become soiled almost as quickly as do white ones. But if you must wear a blouse for a considerable stretch of time —on a long railroad journey, for instance, or all day long doing Red Cross work that may be a bit dusty—you feel far fresher at the end of the time in a darksleeved blouse than in a light one.

Belts for Summer Wear.

Half belts, or quarter belts, or anything else but whole belt?, are found on many of the midsummer suits of crash and linen. They are* pieces of belt, really, that strap over the front or across the back or on the sides. Buttons and sometimes, too, big buckles, of dull jet or enamel or polished wood, are used with these bits of belt thjit add a decorative note to coats and jackets.

About Skirts.

Wide silk braid used as a binding outlines the lines of many separate skirts. Any number of new models are made with yokes, with the pockets inserted where the lines of the yoke or belt form a novel cut. There is an absence of applied pockets op the tatest skirts.

FROCKS FOR LITTLE MISSES

Old-Fashioned Calico and Cretonne la. Being Used to Good Advantage - for Girls’ Apparel. Frocks and the most interesting little aprons for little girls are being shown in the shops developed In oldfashioned calico and flowered cretonne. Dresses for the older generation were shown In calico some time ago,' but it seems a material which is particularly well suited to the small girl because of Its strength and the brilliant colors In which it appears. One dress, for example, is shown In bright yellow with a red dot. The rotind neck Is bound with plain red and finished with a stiff pump bow, several of which are set in a row down the side of the blouse. There is no other trimming. ~ An odd frock also in calico appears in a deep shade- of blue figured In white. It has a full skirt and a little white repp sleeveless jumper bound with the calico, is decorated with little old-fashioned ladies cut out and appllqued on. The figured voile dress is the big seller at present and all sorts of beautiful models in organdie are coming in for a great deal of attention. The newest thing shown in this fabric is a frock for a very little girl. It Is of white organdie with a wide round collar and turned back cuffs of the same material in lavender, hand feather stitched in royal purple, and tied with perky little bows of purple ribbon —Nugent’s.

HAVE SHOES MATCH GOWNS

OH Paint May Be Successfully Used on Canvas Footgear; Operation Is Simnle. It is possible to have pretty shoes at small expense to match light presses, writes a correspondent. Shoes of delicate colors are hard to find and always expensive. One girl wanted a pair of light gray shoes and this is how she managed: She had a pair of white canvas shoes which were somewhat soiled. She first scrubbed them with good white soap and water, using a small brush, then drying them in the sunshine. She then mixed a little black and white oil paint until the desired gray shade was obtained. This she mixed in a cup half full of turpentine. Very little paint is needed. Just enough to color the canvas. Brush theliquid over the shoes witff a small paint brush and you will be surprised to find how nice they look. They dry with no streaks. Match them in ribbon for ties. Of course any colors may be made to match any gown. The artists’ paint is not expensive, the black and white are only a few cents a tube each.

IN FASHION LAND.

Percale frocks are fashionable. Parasols have large polka dots. Small birds appear on sailor hats. Navy blue serge is smartly combined with blue tulle. As the season advances more large hats are noticed. Silk jersey skirts are among the prettiest of the season. When you choose your percale dress choose a dotted one. Poney coats are in high favor for the summer suit of silk. Braided black satin gowns always have a certain distinction. A gray silk frock is made attractive with a girdle of green. Low heels for women’s shoes are more and more in demand.

SILK JERSEY FOR SUMMER

It is a wise woman who provides herself with a suit similar to this silk jersey and duvetyn. The skirt and short jacket are of Mediterranean blue silk Jersey. The collar, plastron front, cuffs and belt are of putty-col-ored duvetyn. A buckle fastens the belt.

Chemise Type of Dress.

Among the new fashions are dresses of .the chemise type. While there is nothing strikingly new In the line, the style has proved so becoming and convenient that the foremost designers of Paris have essayed to continue its vogue. In some instances the dress slips over the shoulders in true chemise effect, while variants of the type show a shoulder fastening and a cordlaced neck to facilitate the wearing of the youthful garment.

GOES FAR BACK IN HISTORY

’French City of Montdidler Was of Importance in First Millennium of the Christian Era. The National Geographic society Issues the following war geography bulletin on Montdidler, a few miles east of Amiens: “This little town, whose history dates back to the first millennium of the Christian era, had a population of less than 5,000 at the beginning of the war, but it was rich in historic associations. It is said to have derived its name from the fact that Didier or Jlesiderius, the last of the Lombard kings, was imprisoned here in 774 by Charlemagne. It will be remembered that Charlemagne, having put aside his first wife, Deslderius’ daughter, took up the quarrel of Pope Adrian I with the Lombard monarch, and after marching an army across the Alps, captured the erstwhile fa-ther-in-law’s capital city, Tlcinum, and took the vanquished ruler back to France, where he died in captivity. “Montdidler is attractively situated on an eminence on the banks of the river Don. It is the capital of an arrondissement in the department of the Somme, and Is 62 miles north of Paris by rail, and 23 mllds southeast of Amiens. Its chief industries before the war were tanneries and the manufacture of zinc-white. “When the tides of war finally recede it is probable that the three buildings in which the citizens of Montdidier took the greatest pride will be crumbling ruins. These are the church of St. Pierre, which was built before Qolumbus set sail on his voyage of discovery, and which contains a tomb and font of the eleventh century; the church of St. Sepulchre, a fifteenth century edifice, and the Palais de Justice, formerly the city castle. In the last named building visitors before the war were shown six unusually handsome Brussels tapestries of the seventeenth century. These were undoubtedly removed before the Germans entered the city. _ “Montdidler’s most famous son was Parmentler, the scientist, who gave Impetus to the culture of the potato in France. A statue erected here commemorates his gift to the nation. “For a number of years this little city was governed by its own lords, then passed under the dominion of the counts of Crepy and Valois. In the twelfth century it became a possession of the French crown and received a charter of liberties. In 1636 it offered a gallant and successful resistance to the Spanish invaders.”

Avoid Grouch and Live Long.

Writing for the Minneapolis Journal, A. J. R. notes the demise of a Seattle citizen one hundred and three years old, and suggests that one of the reasons why he lived so long- was that he never grouched at the breakfast table or elsewhere. Discussing this, A. J. R. writes

“The enjoyment of breakfast and of the sunrise always comes so easily to me that I sometimes wall in charity for persons who, I have been led to believe, .start the generous day wrong by raising hades at the breakfast table. I will freely wager 75 cents that the Seattle centenarian who lived to be one hundred and three never Insurged at breakfast, never complained of the food, nor sneered at his wife’s cooking.” The aged Seattier ascribed his longevity to his own temper; he had not been angry since he was twenty, and had driven a yoke of oxen most of his life. Also, loved everybody, and everybody loved him.

He Hadn't Realized.

The custodian of an Indianapolis building recently hired a colored man, George, to work, about the building. George had alpsetysjgorked as a “house man” and came well recommended. The first day of his employment, however, George was out for lunch the greater part of three hours. The custodian was naturally annoyed. “Where in thunder have you been?” he inquired the minute he set eyes on the erring George. “Me? Why, Tse been home takln’ a nap,” George answered, in a surprised tone. “I always takes a nap in the middle of the day.” “Well, believe me,” the custodian declared, “you don’t de that any more. You’re needed around here.” Was George aggrieved? Not a bit of it. A most appreciative grin spread over his face. “Well, now,” he said slowly, “you’ll have to excuse me this time, boss. It’s just that I didn’t realize before how important I is asound here.”

Labor-Saving Harvester.

One thousand improved wheat-har-vesting machines, known as combines, will be used in Washington state and other states of the Northwest this year, according to farm-help specialists of the United States department of agriculture, and will effect a great saving in labor. These machines, which cut the heads from wheat and thrash the grain as they travel across the field, can be operated by two persons, and each machine will harvest from 350 to 400 acres of wheat during a season. They are marked labor savers over the old type combine, which required about 20 men.

No Chance for the Old Man.

It was the first time that Richard's father had seen “her” and they were talking things over. “So my son has proposed to you,” he said, “and you’ve accepted him? I think you might have seen me first” She blushed sweetly as she replied: *T did, but I think I prefer Richard.”

OLD ITALIAN SPORT

Peculiar Method of Snaring Migrating Pigeons \ "■ At Cava del Tlrrenl the Birds Are Waylaid With Neto and Slings--Much Ingenuity Necessary to Be- .. cure Good “Bag.” It is not often that one comes across a little place that has an ingenious and exciting sport all its own. At Cava del Tirreni in Italy, nowever, there has for a thousand years existed a peculiar form of pigeon catching. It was introduced in 892, says Mr. Herbert Vivian in Italy at War and it has flourished ever since. At the. beginning of every autumn great flocks of pigeons migrate from, Siberia to Africa and pass over Cava and the Gulf of Salerno. They probably have other routes, but Cava Is the only place where they are waylaid with nets and slings. The season is at its height from the 15th to 25th of October. The pigeon catchers are mostly men of the lower middle class, who club together to form six societies, or “games.” A game usually consists of three or four towers and a clearing where the nets are set up. One tower is probably a thousand yards from the net, and the nearest perhaps seventy yards, but the distances vary. The' towers are tall and slim, windowless and weather-beaten. There are steps about halfway up the inside, and a rickety ladder leads to the parapet at the top. Each society has also a neat little clubhouse, usually near the chief tower.

In a merry mood the members take their places in the fresh morning air. Most of them are dressed in velveteen coats, top-boots and peaked caps. Two men ascend each tower and the rest are distributed among the nets. In each of the clearings stands a small house from the center of which rises a tall black mast. To that two huge nets are fastened, stretching right and left" to clumps of trees and spreading out obliquely to the ground. Inside the house is a handle, and a cogwheel for raising the weighted nets. The lookout place is a straw hut two or three miles away in the direction from which the pigeons are expected. When the watcher sights a flock of birds he gives a signal on his horn, which other watchers scattered about the woods take up. The birds travel at a tremendous speed, always with a leader, and in flocks of from 80 to 100. Every one takes to cover, for the birds are easily frightened. The men on the towers are provided with long slings and whitewashed stones about the size of small hens’ eggs. These they discharge with great force. The pigeons, it is said, mistake the stones for hawks and make frantic efforts to avoid them, so the slingers must fling the stones where they do not wish the birds to go; yet when they are flying high, a stone flung beneath them will bring them hurtling downward. Then, with loud cries, the watchers drive them toward the nets. The stone-slinging is the essence of the sport, and it requires strong muscles, a quick eye and a steady aim. But the netting Is also difficult. The man at the ropes Is white and nervous ; everything now depends upon him. If he releases the weight at the right moment, the net comes down instantly and the birds are bagged. A moment too soon, and they see the danger and avoid it; a moment tod late and they pass in safety. It is a matter of an instant, and many more flocks escape than are taken. The birds are gray and somewhat smaller than the domestic pigeon. They cannot be trained or tamed. The sport is far from being profitable, for even when they have good luck the pigeon catchers never take enough birds to pay for the elaborate preparation they have made. But the moment when the nets whirl down at Cava Is a moment of rare excitement

“War Time.”

A novel memento of the great war is a clock, which is made from munitions —both enemy and allied—collected on the Somme battlefield by a soldier, who afterwards used them for this purpose. The body of the clock is a German shellcase, and German cartridges form the legs. Of the three cartridges on top of the timepiece, the two outside are German, and the one gracing the center French, while the two small ornaments between these are Belgian bullets. The side ornaments are made from Verey-light cases, pierced to admit of a British cartridge projecting through the top. The pendulum consists of five French bullets, and the figures and hands are bent to shape from copper wire taken from German trenches. To complete the whole, the clock movement inside is also of German make, and, after necessary repairs, is found to be entirely adequate.

Look to Africa for Food.

The world-wide shortage of food and the certainty that this shortage will continue in modified form for years to come has roused France to utilize more fully her great colonies just across the Mediterranean. Comprehensive plana are being formed —and started on the way to fulfillment —for refrigerating and packing plants In Algeria, so that the animals need not be shipped across the sea alive. These institutions, too, will give a much readier and steadier market than has been available hitherto, and that is probably all. is needed to quadruple the meat exporta of North Africa. ' * ’