Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 234, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 5 October 1918 — Page 2

Betty and the Bird Man

By DOROTHY DCUGLAS

(Copyright, 1918, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) Betty’s eyes were a wonderful blue and her hair a dusky brown, her lips were like poppy buds and her teeth were—-but the lonely airman who flew dally over Betty’s garden did not know all this. Neither did he know or even suspect that Betty was as lonely as he. Betty’s garden was walled in by a great brick walk But there was much to do in the garden andgthe lieutenant of the American flying corps who had come over to England to fly with his allies found and watched the pink-clad figure as he flew daily over the Essex homes. lieutenant French had sailed on the big Cunarder with many troops some three months before, and each day of the three months had brought a more sickening sense of loneliness. His home in Long Island was just a modest country cottage, but there was a garden, a cat, his dog Binks and a family that the young lieutenant thought the finest in the world. >, He had been flying very low, almost brushing the tree tops of Epping forest, when suddenly at the very edge of the forest he looked down into a garden that made his heart beat with home-sickness. There was a pink-clad girl working among the flowers. That was all he had seen the first day. After that one glimpse of the beautiful Essex garden Lleutenajft French flew dally over the spot and watched Betty garden or paint or do bits of. carpentering that made him quite desperate to help her. On days when the wind or rain prevented the great wings of his Bristol from taking him aloft and thd big bird was a prisoner in the hangar, the .flying man chafed inwardly. When the moon was bright and the Huns were making attempts to cross the coast, he wanted only to fly above Betty’s garden and, in a sense, feel that he was protecting her and her dear home from harm. The fruit blossoms were out and billowed out like foamy clouds in a sky below him when Lieutenant French had about come to the conclusion that he would have to come a cropper or drop down into that walled garden by accident if he were to live on in Essex. He did not know English girls well, and wondered as to how this one in the pink frock would accept a note were he to drop it into her garden.

Bat ■while the fruit blossoms were swaying beneath him and the sun whining gloriously, the American birdman found courage to drop his note, for the girl in the pink dress was evidently married, and it would be perfectly conventional to make friends, now that she was perfectly guarded. She had come out that morning and very tenderly, cautiously she had pushed a great wheel chair out over the flag stones and down the garden path until it rested beneath the fruit trees. And in. the chair was an offlcer, wounded hero of hers, whom she was wonderfully busy about until she left him comfortably enjoying the sunlit garden and his pipe. After that she went back to the cottage and returned with chairs and tables, and was soon busily engaged in painting them all a brilliant red. Lieutenant French could stand it no longer. He had painted garden chairs at home; in fact, he had left paint on almost everything there in the Long Island home, so that nothing would took shabby. “I say, sis, that Bristol pilot is either trying to sniff our apple blossoms or lift a few bricks from our chimney. Isn’t he a *beaut* of a birdl” Dick Raymond exclaimed enthusiastically, and watched the huge wings drop still lower. Betty and her brother could both see the birdman himself now, and while they waved their hands at him in admiration and greeting he dropped a small package, which landed almost at Betty’s feet The airplane went up and up, buzzing loudly. Betty picked up the missive and gave a little cry of delight. She unfurled a small American flag and waved it aloft. Her brother grinned appreciatively. “American!” they exclaimed in unison.

Betty opened the letter and read aloud: “May I come this afternoon and get acquainted? Am far from home and horribly lonesome. Holst the Stars and Stripes if I may come, please." "Poor duffer,” said Dick; “I hope you won’t turn him down, sis.” But Sis was very far from turning him down. She was, in fact, ready to shed a few tears for this lonely American. For answer, she lust climbed up on her stepladder and flaunted the small flag at the top of a young cedar tree. Swooping down again. Lieutenant French waved joyously, then flew away toward the aerodrome. In the afternoon he gave himself the most unusual pleasure of taking some exquisitely fresh jonquils to a lady. TSe quite reveled in the thrilling emotion that besieged him as he carried them toward the garden over Which he had oo often flown,

He was greeted as an old friend and taken directly into the small home dr* de. “Yankees! Whafr luck!” he ex-i claimed the moment he had shaken hands. “This is too good to-be true,” and he.found himself more than ever at home. “I have only been over about four months,” said Betty, after they had wheeled Dick into a comfortable nook beneath the fruit blossoms and were talking as fast as only the Yankee tongue can move. “My brother was so badly wounded that he’ was allowed to cable to me —said he couldn’t pull through to fight some more if I wasn’t here.” She laughed softly toward her brother.

“What ship did you come on?” asked the birdman, realizing already that he was more than glad to know Betty and her brother. He was discovering the wonderful charms that had been hidden to his bird’s eyes. He would be dissatisfied now to hover so far above Betty and her garden. ‘The Adriatic,” said Betty. “Good Lord, so did I! We must have been on the same trip. How in the name of—Did you arrive just after Christmas?” “I certainly did," acclaimed Betty, “and we mere civilians were mighty tired waiting for you military people to disembark. You must-have been ill all the way over, or Assuredly I would have seen you, even on so crowded a ship.” “That’s a little hot air for you, French,” laughed Dick. “Betty’s good at that.” “I was in my bunk the entire trip,” said French; “didn’t even know there was a woman on board, except the stewardess.” “Neither did I,” laughed Betty; “there was so much khaki I had no time even to glance about for girls.l’ “She evidently had the time of her young life,” commented Dick. “Here I was waiting in ghastly fear of her being torpedoed, and all the time she was flirting her head off with our best uniforms, and some of the British as well. From the number of letters the post girl brings here from France, I think my sister knew every officer on the ship.” “Don’t mind me,” put in French. “Officers who are seasick don’t count,” Betty told him, but the encouraging glance she sent into his eyes suggested a complete contradiction to her words.

“I may be a poor sailor,” the lieutenant laughed, “but as a birdman Til take some beating. Didn’t I find the only garden in the British isles, and, like a huge bee, come straight to the finest honey—*• “I had better be getting the tea,” Betty decided, with a delightfully heightened color speeding her progress.

“Tea in an English garden—isn’t this great?” and the birdman ensconced himself as if for life, while Dick Raymond gave him a thorough inspection and came to the conclusion that French would be a fine pal for himself, and for Betty—well, he figured that his sister would like her latest victim better than the last, anyway, and if she brought out her big apple pie for tea, with apples at a shilling a pound, rationed sugar and mighty little butter to be had, that she would have decided to like Lieutenant French much better than his predecessors. In the white kitchen Betty reached up for the pie.

SEW FOR ITALIAN REFUGEES

Another Illustration of Splendid Work Being Done by the American Red Cross in Europe.

A letter from Red Cross headquarters at Rome, quoted by St Paul Pioneer Press, Says: “Great success has attended the operation of ouvroirs, or sewing rooms, for the benefit of women refugees and the poor women of soldiers’ families in Italy. These ouvroirs, established by the American Red Cross, afford em-. ployment to thousands of willing workers, who thereby are enabled to make money to maintain themselves and at the same time supply clothing to others of their own class at about onethird the usual price.” The initial sales of the products of the ouvroirs at Padua and Taormina, Sicily, were gala events in the lives of the afflicted refugees. For hours before the sale opened at Padua long lines of women awaited their chance. Each person was allowed to buy only a given amount. There was also clothing for men and children. Concerning the first public sale at Taormina, a Red Cross worker in charge of the sewing room wrote: “The women, most of them barefoot and pitifully ragged, filed past me to receive for their two and one-half lire (about 35 cents), the fresh, not to say pretty garments made by the workers. One woman wore a dress of sacking. Each was allowed to choose her own dress and each received besides the dress a change of underwear, and, as long as the stockings we had on hand held out, a pair of stockings. The children received two dresses and a change of underwear, and the old men shirts and underwear.”

Useful Work.

Buskin in “Modern Painters" said: "I believe an immense gain in the bodily health and happiness of the upper classes would follow on their steadily endeavoring, however clumsily, to make the physical exertion they now necessarily exert in amusAaents definitely serviceable. It would be far better, for instance, that'a gentleman should mow his -own fields than ride over other people’s.” - Many are doing that nowaday* V

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

THE KREMLIN OF TODAY

Si TOP off and have afternoon tea with the czarina,” said the magazine editor, as he bade me good-by. “Why, yes," I said a little vaguely. “I’d like to, but isn’t Siberia rather large?” I set forth gayly, Madeline Z. Doty writes in New York Tribune. But after twelve days on the Pacific ocean and twenty days and nights of train travel through Japan, Korea, China, Siberia and Russia the czarina looked like a needle in a haystack. Besides, the bolshevik revolution had descended upon me. Each moment as we journeyed across Siberia we feared the train would be attacked. It was made .up of first-class carriages and was therefore capitalistic. The one hope was to be as plebeian as possible.

To associate with the czarina in Russia would be like talking to a member of the L W. W. on Rockefeller’s front lawn. It would have meant off with my head. I decided to let the magazine editor have tea Wlth the czarina. But if I could not hobnob with royalty I could at least see their dwelling places. The winter palace in Petrograd was a disappointment Outwardly it was impressive, but inside constant use had robbed it of its glory. There were the marks of muddy feet silk hangings had been torn down to wrap about freezing soldiers, royal bedrooms had been turned into offices; one had the impression that the czar was long since dead and buried. Travel Is Slow. I decided to go to Moscow. The Kremlin, it was said, had remained untouched. It contained perhaps the most gorgeous palace in the world. But to travel in Russia is not easy. The trip from Petrograd to Moscow took twenty hours. On each train is an “international wagonlit.” But berths in these cars are sold weeks ahead for a fortune. At the last moment I secured a place for myself and my Interpreter in the international car.

I reached Moscow safely, but the trip back was not so easy. It was impossible to get accommodation on the international car. We had first-class tickets, but that meant nothing. All classes are the same these days. The Kremlin formerly was as much a holy of holies as the palace of the Chinese emperor in Pekin. It lias courtyards and buildings within buildings. The great main gateway was shattered to bits by machine gun fire during the revolution, and the walls are battered with bullets. But inside little damage is visible. The commandant was a scrubby workingman, in a dilapidated suit. He hesitated some time before giving me a pass. The rooms, he said, had been sealed. But finally he scribbled something on a scrap of paper. Prince Acts as Guide. The untidy, unshaven little man had ordered Prince Odoviesky to show me the palace. We made our way to the prince’s apartments. We found him a courtly gentleman. I started to shake hands, but he blushed and ignored the outstretched hand. I don’t know whether it was because he was a prince, or because since the days of the bolshevik! he has been an outcast and no one has condescended to shake hands. I almost think it was the latter, for when we left he held out his hand quite cordially. The prince instructed one of the old court servants to take us through the buildings. First we saw the resplendent little chapel where the czarina used to pray. Then we went through the gorgeous guest rooms used for foreign ambassadors. They were as they had been, marble baths and all. Nothing had been changed. But now the rooms were icy cold and empty, and there was a bullet hole through one of the windows. That bullet hole was a mystery. The bullet had never been discovered. Next we visited the throne room and ballroom. The splendor was staggering. Untold wealth must have been wrung from the pegsanft to pay tor it

Throne Room of the Kremlin.

On the wall behind the throne was fl gigantic gold sun whose golden rays extended in every direction. The throne seemed to spring from the sun’s center. It made a fitting background for a czar. The personal suite of the recent czar was not visible. Most of his furniture had been sent to him at Tobolsk. But we saw the czarevitch’s apartments. This was a palace in itself. There was something uncanny about the.place. The rooms were still warm. An elderdown puff lay ready on the royal bed, the clock on the mantel still ticked. Everything seemed ready for the young master’s return. One felt each moment there would be a blare of trumpets and the royal party would enter. We asked the old servant if he liked the royal family. “Yes,” he said, “they were good to me. They were kind employers. I,have nothing against them.”

Before we left we passed the main entrance to the palace. A great marble staircase led from the front dooi to the main upper hall. Directly at the head of the stairs, facing all who entered, was a huge oil painting of the czar’s grandfather, addressing the peasants. In proud and arrogant splendor he stood there, while before him, bowing low, cringed the peasants, hats in hand, and underneath the picture were written the words of this former czar, “I am glad” to see you. I thank you for your courtesy. When you return home thank-my people for me, but tell them not to believe any stupid rumors about the distribution of land and the giving of it to the peasants. These rumors are lies, spread by our enemies. Property is sacred.” What a change had come! By a mighty swing of life’s pendulum the land had been wrested from the nobility. Never again would it be called sacred. The poor Nicholas II must have bad some bitter moments before he was led out to execution. Perhaps it flashed through his mind, “If only father and grandfather had been different this would never have happened.”

BIG MEN LONG FAST FRIENDS

Appreciation of Each Other's Genius Drew Henry Watterson and James Whitcomb Riley Together. Some winters ago it was a common sight on a certain hotel veranda In Miami, Fla., to see two white-haired gentlemen of the old school—-one old and bent, the other active despite the gray head—conversing in intimacy. . This corner of the porch was commonly known to the hotel guests as the “Watterson-Riley corner." The friendship between Marse Henry Watterson and James Whitcomb Riley was based upon appreciation of one genius for another. If one had ventured near enough to these two he could have heard Mr. Riley reciting his poems over many times to Colonel Watterson. Colonel Watterson would ask Mr. Riley to recite “Granny’s Come to Our House to Stay," over and over again. They were constant companions except when Colonel Watterson played golf, as he was wont to do, for Mr. Riley was an invalid many years before his death. On one of Mr. Riley’s birthdays the school children celebrated with a parade. Mr. Riley recited many of his poems from a platform, while he was supported by a nurse. Before he finished he said, “Now I refer you to the greatest editor and educator in our country,” indicating Colonel Watterson, “for any other information.” Colonel Watterson rose and simply asked that Mr. Riley recite “Granny’s Come to Our House” again.

Before the war our government was spending about 11,000,000,000 a year. When the war is ended, interest charges, less the Interest collected from our loans to our allies, government insurance expenses, and other necessary expenditures growing out of the war may conservatively be estimated at something like SI,OOO,OOMOft

Government Expenses.

HOME TOWN HELPS

COMMUNITY LIFE IS BEST Under That System Every Citizen Has an Equal Interest In His Own Home Town. Community life is the ideal life. People have more time to spend in and about their homes and as a result take greater interest in the development of their immediate neighborhood. They are more congenial and neighborly; they take greater pride in keeping their homes and yards in good condition; they are contented, more progressive and incidentally more prosperous; their children are raised and educated in the proper moral environment; they associate with good companions and grow up to be sound, healthy, clear-thinking men and women of the type that make the best citizens. Much more could, be said of the community proposition, but I believe I have said sufficient to prove beyond a doubt that the development of communities on a broad, systematic basis will have a tendency to increase the number of home, lovers and home owners. Real estate companies should avoid as much as possible the placing of a mere allotment on the market. It takes censiderable time, trouble and money to work on the community plan, but the results achieved make the extra effort and expense well worth while.: —Exchange.

PRETTY ORNAMENT ON PORCH

it Is Just Things Like This Floral Um That Add Attractiveness to a Town. A large granite bowlder hollowed out as a receptacle for a potted plant is the ornament which adorhs the porch

The Ground Pine Seems to Grow Naturally Right Out of the Bowlder and the Effect Is Very Attractive.

at the home of Paul Brochier, on West Adams street, Los Angeles. The rock Is practically round, except that it is slightly flattened on the base to give it a firm setting. With an ordinary rock drill the inside of the stone was hollowed out so that a large flower pot would fit in exactly. A small •drainage hole was drilled through to the bottom and ground pine was planted in the flower pot.—Popular Science Monthly.

Don't Let Weeds Get Started.

If the garden is not neglected too long it can be rehabilitated again to some extent, but this means a long, hard job, which is not a pleasant thing in hot weather. On the other hand, if a little judicious work is done at frequent intervals the weeds and pests can be kept down—and so the garden kept up—without burdensome effort. Never let the weeds grow tall. Kill them with some kind of cultivating tool when they are little, or, still better, by stirring the ground from time to time before they appear at all; for you may be suite that if the ground is not stirred frequently they will appear. Do not let the pests get a start It is safe to use the arsenical sprays on late cabbages, cauliflowers and tomatoes. No part of the late cabbages thus far grown will be eaten, and furthermore, they develop from the inside so that even if arsenic is used on them late, the edible portion Is protected by the coarse outer leaves. Cauliflower may be so sprayed until the curd begins to form. Anything that is peeled may be sprayed. Tomaties may either be peeled or washed and thus freed from any dangerous effects.

Fatal to Neglect Garden.

Neglect of the garden during the hot weather is fatal to a good crop, says W. E. Lommel of Purdue university, assistant county, agent leader, in charge of garden work.' More work In the garden is necessary now than at any other time of the year, if full value from earlier efforts is expected. Enthusiasm of the war gardeners must continue till frost “Vegetables require moisture and food for their proper development, and the food is not available for plant use if water is not present in the soil,” said Mr. Lommel. “A good supply of soil moisture in the garden, therefore, is of vital importance. In watering, soak the soil thoroughly, 1 infrequent light sprinklings do more harm than good. Seeds which are planted during hot dry weather especially need artificial watering, as do the young plants.”

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Colored Scavengers In Paris.

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