Evening Republican, Volume 21, Number 288, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 December 1918 — Page 3

Cynthia White -Pest

By VINCENT G. PERRY

(Copyright, 1918, by McClure Newspaper * Syndicate.) With a quick Jerk Horace Sangster pulled his line from the water, and then Cried out with disgust. The fish, if there had been one, had got away. Three hours without a catch —it was enough to annoy a man with normal nerves, and Horace was far from that. He drew in his line angrily and afetempted to wind it up, but something had gone wrong with his reel, That was the last fetraw. He spt down on a rock and swore. The sound of the word startled him. He had hot sworn for years. His nerves were certainly making a wreck of him. The solitude of the place was aggravating him, too. They had told him the simple camp life, with lots of fishing, would make a new man of him. Such bosh! • Why, there was hardly a thing about it that did not make him feel worse. This was the second day, and he was going to make it his last. To begin with, he had had trouble pitching his tent. The storm in the night had kept him up keeping out the rain. Every crack of the bushes or sound of the birds in the trees caused him to start uneasily. It was nearly as nerveracking as an afternoon session with the fourth-year class. The thought of the fourth-year girls irritated him the more. They had been the cause of his breakdown, he felt confident. For months he had looked with dread on the hour each afternoon that he was forced to teach them mathematics. They were Just silly, thoughtless girls, and would not have been so hard to put up with had it not been for their ringleader, Cynthia White. Without exaggeration Cynthia was the worst girl he had ever had under his tuition. Her main object in life seemed to be to torment the professor, of mathematics. Something always turned up for her to argue about or laugh over. There was always something for her to ridicule, and she never missed an opportunity to make him feel mean—perhaps because she was so large and he was so small. As he sat there thinking it over, Horace made up his mind he had been foolish. It would have been easy to have arranged for her dismissal from the college. Why hadn’t he done It? There was something he liked about Cynthia, In spite of everything. The spirit of fun behind those twinkling black eyes of hers appealed to him, and the warmth of her laugh made him long for something—something that was , not In his life. Suddenly the laugh sounded close beside him. He nearly toppled into the water from the shock it gave him. He turned quickly to confront Cynthia, a little way off, her eyes bulging over with merriment. After rubbing his eyes to make sure he was seeing aright, Horace smiled forth a greeting. Even the pest of his life was welcome in that solitude. “Oh, Mr. Sangster, you look so funny there,” she laughed. “If the girls could only see you in your bare feet!’’ “Heavens!” Horace tried to hide his feet behind a log. He had forgotten that he had taken off his shoes and socks to wade a creek. “Don’t be alarmed,” she smiled encouragingly, “I am going to take off my shoes, too. One can’t fish well with shoes on. How do you like ipy costume?” .

She was clad in khaki from head to foot, and her hair was hanging in curls over her shoulders. He had never realized how beautiful she before. “Jove! You look peachy,” he murmured, admiringly, not realizing that he had used the word “peachy” for the hist time since he had got his degree. That encouraged Cynthia to take a seat beside him. Not that she needed encouragement, for she would have sat there, sooner or later. It did not take Horace long to forget that he was a college professor and she was a mere student. Soon they were chatting gayly- * Her home was near by and she had spent, every summer fishing in that stream for years. She led him to a place where he was “sure to catch something, no matter how poor an angler he was.” When his luck remaln--1 ed poor and he still made vain attempts to land a trout, Cynthia did not fall to laugh at him and assure him that he was as funny as he could be. Somehow it did not bother him to be laughed at out there. The air seemed to have- got into his blood and given him a sense of humor that responded to her witty ridicule. He was not long in catching onto the right way to draw in the line, and before the afternoon was over he was catching as many trout as Cynthia. When they parted he had gained her promise to search him out the next day. Camping agreed with him after that Fishing was the most wonderful sport fit the world when one had a companion like Cynthia, he decided after two weeks of glorious days. Nerves? Why, he had forgotten he had sucA things! They would have still stayed out of his mind had it # not been that a rainy day broke in on them. It made it necessary to stay in his tent and try and spend the day reading, wondering all the while what Cynthia was doing. Making fun of him, most likely—the thought came to him quickly and left him staggering. Perhaps she was. Perhaps she had spent all those days

with him just to have something to tell the fourth-year girls when she went back to college. He would have to resign. « ; > It would be just like Cynthia to.do it —but would it? This new Cynthia was not a bit like the old Cynthia who had made his life miserable. But as the rain kept up his mind became more unsettled, and before the night was over he had made up his mind that Cynthia had been making a fool of him. The next day he still thought it. When Cynthia appeared he hardly spoke. She saw at once her presence was not welcome. With a toss of her head she started Up the bank and forded 'the stream some way up. After fishing alone for some time Horace realized that he had been a cad. Cynthia was too fine a girl to be insulted like that. He would find her and make amends. He started in the direction she had taken and attempted to ford the stream where he imagined she had crossed. The spot he chose appeared quite shallow from the bank, but as he reached the center, he stepped into a deep hole and sank out of sight. • Cynthia looked up Just in time and with a cry jumped into the water and made for the spot. When he came up for the first time she was there to clutch him and a couple of strokes took them to safety. His body remained limp in her grasp, and as she dragged him over to the bank and placed him on the grass, the pallor of his cheeks alarmed her. He lay quite still. She placed her ears to his breast and then cried out ’ with fright, “He’s dead!” Madly she tried to shake him back to life, and then she seemed to lose her senses. “Come back, Horace!” she cried. “Oh. Horace, don’t die. There is so much I want to ask forgiveness for. I was just beginning to know you and like you, Horace —like you so much, Horace. Please open your eyes. I have been such a wretch to tease you. Oh, dearest Horace, open your eyes!” And Horace did. He could not sham any longer after being called “dearest Horace.” Cynthia’s hysteria vanished when she discovered he was alive. She was very angry at first when he confessed he had not been hurt at all and was 'conscious all the time, but her sense of humor came to the rescue and she joined in his laugh. “Please call me dearest Horace again,” he said as he reached out for her hand. But Cynthia would not until he had told her how much he loved her and how miserable he would be without her.,, -■ - “Dear old pest,” he said Just before the kiss that sealed their engagement

JULIA WARD HOWE’S SALON

As Hostess It Was Said of Her. With Truth That She Delighted In Contrasts. When I think of it I believe that I had a salon once upon a time. I did not call it so, nor even think of It as such; yet within It were gathered people who represented many and various aspects of life. They were genuine people, not lay figures distinguished by names and clothes. The earnest humanitarian Interests of my husband brought to our home a number of persons Interested in reform, education and progress. It was my part to mix in with this graver element as much' of social grace and geniality as I was able to gather about me. I was never afraid to bring together persons who rarely met elsewhere than at my house, confronting Theodore Parker with some archpriest of the old orthodoxy, or William Lloyd Garrison with a decade, perhans, of Beacon street dames. A friend said, on one of these occasions: “Our delights In contrasts.” I confess that I d’d; but I think'that my greatest pleasure was in the lessons of human compatibility which I learned .in this wise. I started, indeed, with the conviction that thought and character are the foremost values In society, and was not afraid or ashamed to offer these to my guests, with or without the stamp of fashion and position.—.Tulia Ward Howe.

Not Slaves to Precedent.

Were one to analyze the careers of 200 or 300 of our leading men of finance and industry it would probably develop that not half of them continued in the line of business in which they started, but struck boldly out ’n the direction where they saw the biggest onportunitles ' and where their inclination One of the earliest and most notable instances of this was Commodore Vanderbilt, who was so did before he turned to railroading that his family and his advisers importuned him to let well enough alone and not to enter an entirely new field at his time of life. This Readiness of brainy giants to take up new things and to throw their whole selves into them is really one of the principal reasons why the United States has led the world in so ipany lines of endeavor. Wealthy Europeans, as a rule, avoid the new. avoid untried paths; they are Inclined to worship precedent. •

In the Cradle of the Deep.

A i few men were put into the bdrrncks of an older company at Great Lakes. One of these boys snored so loudly that the next day the boyr planned to get even. That night when his snoring commenced one boy got nt each end of the hammock and be gan to raise and lower It. The boy. waking up much dazed, screamed; “<»h, ma, I wish I’d taken your advic* and gone into the army. I didn’t knov I’d get so seasick!”

THE EVTOING REPUBLICAN*

ACROSS THE ROOF

By JACK LAWTON.

(Copyright. 1918. Western Newapaper Uaioa.) High up, at the back of the shabby old mansion, Dora began her career as an artist. And when the big rented room seemed unusually bare, Dora, with her happy sanguine spirit congratulated herself upon its ‘sky-light* There were days, how-ever. when the skylightlight failed to compensate. When these reflections threatened to overcome her, Dora would arise briskly to light the rose shaded lamp which was her comfort “Silly,” she would reprove herself, “glooming away, while those same young people are envying your apparent royal road to fame and fortune; you should be grateful, my dear, grateful as can be. that you can sell sketches enough to almost pay your lodging.” Dora did not mention payment of food. Sometimes Dora’s food was not worth mentioning. Paper bag meals as a rule, when she finished her drawings ; a dinner or two as celebration when the checks came in. And so, working feverishly, saving much heating, saving altogether too much food, it was not strange that the ambitious girl awakened one morning to find herself ill, on the camouflaged bed, which passed day times as a gorgeous couch.

Dora wondered weakly, concerning ♦he problem of meals which she would be unable to prepare, then gave up the problem in a long and dreamless sleep. When again her gray eyes opened shadows stretched across the- room, while over the sloping roof beneath her ■window, came a stream of light from an opposite apartment. Dora liked to look into the brilliant rooms of this luxuriously appointed apartment building towering above the old shabby, house. Almost it was like gazing upon the stage of a theater, gaily dressed women passing to and fro, men too, idling about the long, smoking room. One who came and went among them had the appearancq of a distinguished actor. Dora liked his fresh fine youthful face beneath its crown of strangely white hair. Suddenly from the graveled roof beneath her window, a round and furry' b»ll came leaping over the sill. Dora leaned forward listening, until with a coaxing whine a small white dog stood beside her cot, putting forth a friendly paw. • Delightedly the girl caught the animal In her arms.

“You dear little thing—” she murmured. then all at once Dora’s arms lay still. Anxiously the dog’s moist nose sniffed Inquiringly at her white outstretched arms, once or twice an eager tongue lapped at her unresponsive face, then back over the sill and across the roof rushed the furry body,,. The handsome man of the white hair had just settled himself for an evening smoke. Before lowering the window shade he had looked across the roof toward a window that was darkened, and when he leaned back in his chair it was as with an air of disappointment. “You rascal,” he greeted the dog which scrambled panting to his knee, “playinc truant again, eh?” But Fluff was in no mood for petting. Fiercely she caught at the man’s sleeve, running a few steps from him she barked back appealingly. “What the dickens —” frowned the man. it was evident that the dog was entreating him to follow.' Doctor Wilton.decided to obey the animal’s whim. His mother’s raising of Fuss had made the little creature in some ways almost human. The doctor followed through the French door to the apartment roof. He hesitated as Fluff bounded across that othepyoof, then whimsically continued the jrnase. Disappearing over the sill of Dora’s Window the dog still unmistakably tailed to him from inside. Try that one shaft of light the doctor saw/a girl’s white upturned sac girl’s sac caught his breath. How often he had seen the same sweet features framed in the old house window. ,

When the doctor lighted the gas, Dora raised slowly her dark fringed lids. “Anything to eat today?” he asked, his fingers on her pulse. It was too much trouble to reply so the young artist shook her head. “Or yesterday?” asked the doctor. Dora smiled wanly. “Yesterday is too far away to remember.” Her eyes fell upon the now joyous Fluff. “Oh!” she murmured, “you came fnr your dog. He visits me sometimes. You don’t mind?” The man smiled down upon her. “He was even nicer." Dora considered, “when he smiled.” It was strange that she had learned his face so well. She was sure that she could sketch from memory its every line. ' did not come for the dog." David Wilton said gently. “I came for you. I have a mother over In that building who has only Fluff upon which to lavish her care. -It strikes me .that you need some care yourself. My mothei will delight in giving it.” Suddenly stooping he lifted Dora’s light weight in his arms. Before the roof door of the apartment “Of, course, this is all a dream." the girl murmured, “because I have so often wished to be over here." "Sometimes our dreams come true," said the man, and as he looked down upon her into his eyes came a light of jo/- ’r

SLIP-OVER BLOUSE

Device Worn With Choice of Silk • or Satin Skirt Collarless Garment, Regardless of Becomingness, Premises to Continue Popular During Season. ' The blouse shown In the sketch is one of the very smart little panel effects being developed in great numbers for the season. This blouse is a slipover. The neck Is sufficiently wide to make It possible to slip the blouse very easily over the head, and It Is held in at the waist by a narrow elastic band, which is in turn concealed by the ribbon belt run through openings In the panel, back and front. This is very smart as a suit blouse, or It may be worn with one of the lovely silk or satin skirts, the two forming a very satisfactory afternoon dress for Infor-, mal occasions. If women come to realize that the blouse which comes well below the waistline Is unquestionably the smartest and most becoming, except for distinctly sport wear, the separate blouse will come into wider use. The model sketched, as originally designed, was made of navy georgette,

Panel Blouse of Georgette.

with beading in navy and red, the large beads used to outline the panel, neck and wrist being in a vivid red. The ribbon belt may be of navy faille or black-velvet. A red belt would be striking, but not advisable, as sharply dividing the figure at the waistline is not becoming to the average figure. The collarless blouse will almost unquestionably contipue to be the most popular selection during the season, although a large number of blouses are being shown with moderately high collars. Regardless of becomingness, the collarless blouse is certainly more comfortable, and in these busy days that is a very important consideration.

EASY TO MAKE A LAMPSHADE

Throw a Square Material In Studied Carelessness Over Lined Wire Frame and Start la Made. (Jne of the simplest and at- the same time most effective lampshades is made by throwing a square material in studied carelessness over a lined wire frame. For the floor lamp this is especially artistic. The frame should be lined with silk, either plain or shirred on, exactly as if it were to be covered with shirred silk or plain panels in the .approved lampshade manner of the moment After that a square of handsome silk, brocade, Japanese embroidery or anythlpg- sufficiently valuable to sugassfr'fhat it remain uncut is thrown over the shade so that the points fall evenly. Heavy fringe may weight the edge, or tassels at the corners will perform the same office. A small hole In the center-gnay have to be worked through the material so that the tip of the electric fixture which holds the shade may work through. The silk could be tacked very lightly here and there to the lined to keep it from slipping out of place. <

AID IN CLOTH CONSERVATION

Government Suggests Invoice on All Garments on Hand to Help Save Wool and Cotton. _____ z Now the attic has been declared a military asset and joins the pantry in extending the present store to its greatest possible usefulness. Remodeling, now almost a lost art In the home, has sprung to life everywhere to relieve the cloth situation, which, by another year, is bound to be felt. That’s why we are urged to use every garment until it wears out and then re-use the best parts of it. The woman who does this is doing a patriotic service -for her country when she happily and Intelligently makes every yard of go to its utter- ■ most We will have money enough to buy new materials, of course, but that, is not the question in hand. Our spinners and weavers are overseas, new bands must be trained before mills can run at full capacity; when we think of the army’s need for wool in clothing, and even in the propelling and explosive charges of big guns, we abhor the thought, of wasting one xecioua inch. Cotton cannot take the )laco of wool In the field of battle, but

it has its place in the hospitals that needs no explanation to the womanhood of America. How gladly she cares for her present supply of muslins, that looms may turn out gauze for her - soldiers rather than for her home. Linens and silks have taken to the air in the form of airplanes and war balloons. They have gone with our blessing, the Marthas of this generation will find a way to do without them for “the duration.** Leather, too, is needed. Resole the shoes, wear pumps and gaiters, that you may not take.an undue share of labor and material from necessary war work. The short coat, the narrow skirt and the conservative styles of dress show an* earnest thought on the part of manufacturer and designer, but the real saving will be noted when a clever woman presses the last season’s garment and freshens it up by a bit of bright plaid for Mary’s winter school dress. The government suggests that you Invoice on all garments on hand to aid in cloth conservation. The lists are headed: L Garments it will be necessary to replace. 2. Garments that win last another season. A few suggestions for renovating garments take on a dignified air since they are patriotic rather than parsimonious. •

LATE FABRIC FOR LINGERIE

Voile Has Gained Place of Favor and Has an Advantage Over Satin and Silk. Voile is a fairly new fabric for lingerie, but it has already, in the few months that it has been used for undergarments, gained prestige. To be -'sure, voile lingerie ten or twelve years ago would have seemed absurdly unpractical. Voile was too thin, we would have said, too fragile for the hard wear that lingerie must have. But those statements would have been made in the. days before lingerie had had a chance to show its good points. And they would have been been made, too, in the days before we used fur and chiffon, tulle and satin-for lingerie. Nowadays, of course, satin is considered one of the most durable of fabrics —one is tempted to say undermuslins —in the good old-fashioned way, but undermusllns are now only a part of the matter, for most of them are made of silk and satin and crepe. Voile has one advantage over satin and silk in the minds of some women, at least for underwear. They cling to a liking for a regular tubbing fabric for underwear. It matters not to them that satin can be washed in soap and water and ironed; satin does not seem so fresh and clean as cotton of some sort. So to them voile is a welcome addition to the fabrics from which underwear is made.

OF INTEREST TO WOMEN

Very lovely is a frock of taffeta and velvet combination, trimmed with silk fringe, the sleeves of which are elbow length and cut kimono fashion in one with the bodice. In millinery the color combination of French blue and black is exceedingly popular, and to a less degree is noted seal brown and henna —the color formerly known as terracotta. Frocks of panne velvet trimmed with silk braid are very smart; in fact, velvet frocks, both plain and trimmed in many ways, are a delightfully attractive mode of the moment.

SUIT WITH JACKET EFFECT

This chic suit is of navy velours de lalne, with collar and facings of tan. A broad girdle, loosely tied at the back, adds a new touch to the likewise new jacket with flare and peplum.

How Poor People Gan Make I Others Rich

By REV. HOWARD W.

Moody Bibfo laatitaM Chicago

TEXT—God is able to make all grace abound toward you.—n Cor. 9A. Doubtless many poor people suffer positive pain when appeals for help

their Bible more carefully, they would find that it is quite possible to help any good cause if they so desire. Paul was a poor man, and yet he bad learned the secret of making many rich, even in his poverty. So can you learn the same secret if you will. Read over that verse again in II Cor. 9:8, which says, “God is able to make all grace abound toward you; that ye, always having all sufficiency in all things, may abound unto every good work.” Such was this grace that out of their deep poverty they raised a contribution so large as to be noted through all the region round about When, then, God calls upon us to exercise the grace of liberality, let us not excuse ourselves because we have not the means, but remembering his promise, ask him to supply the means, that we may “abound in this grace also.” In some way, we may be sure, he will enable us to respond to every appeal which deeply touches our hearts, for whf should he awaken these strong desires unless he has somewhere the means of gratifying them? There are certain things, however, which even the poorest of us can do to help fill the Lord’s treasury; and these require neither time nor money in large quantities, but thoughtful minds and loving hearts. In the first place, we can make ourselves intelligent Study the missionary movements of the day, thq wants and woes of the heathen world, the Macedonian calls for help. By the time you have become intelligent you will also be enthusiastic, and you now have two rare qualifications for raising money. Evince your own interest and you will be sure to interest others. Teach your children the fluty of stewardship and the blessedness of systematic giving. Carry it into your Sunday School class and the Christian Endeavor Society. Remember that every child or youth trained in this way will help the Lord's treasury for a lifetime. Do not make yourself obnoxious, but hold it up as a blessed privilege which no one can afford to lose. Secure some good leaflets setting forth the idea of stewardship, and. distribute them wisely. with prayer that (Sod will add his blessing. > And we can pray. Here, after all, is the mightiest weapon In the church’s armory—a weapon greatly relied upon in the conversion of souls, but too little esteemed in the taking up of collections. Is it not possible that the church is relying too much upon stirring appeals and fresh Information? By all means make the appeals stirring, scatter fresh facts and figures, but do not forget that “power belongeth unto God.” Why should ,we not pray that God wUI bless those who make a good use of their money, and entrust them with more; that he will influence those who are about making their wills, and persuade them to remember their “elder brother” in their bequests? Christians frequently unite in prayer for the conversion of individuals; why not also select men of means and pray that God will bestow upon them the grace of liberality? Are there not some undeveloped resources in that direction?

Years ago the church began to pray that God would open the doors of the heathen world to the gospel. The prayer was answered. Then the cry was, “Lord, send forth laborers into the harvest," and thousands of youths have responded to that prayer. The urgent need of the present hour is money. 'Could not this want also be met by the power *f united prayer? I know of a country lad twenty-three years of age who was working on a farm for twenty dollars a month. He bad received little education, and had no rich friends, and yet inside of two years he was supporting six native preachers in the foreign field, and had persuaded forty-four other people to support a substitute, making fifty preachers of the Gospel that he was Instrumental in putting Into the foreign field inside of two years. Oh, for ten consecrated souls who will make this a theme of daily and special prayer, will cause the grace of liberality to abound among his people! Will you be one? And win you show your sincerity by giving as you pray?

Armed With the Right.

A man’s enemies have no power to harm him if he is true to himself and loyal to God.—J. B. Gough.

POPE

are made and they feel compelled to refuse. Most people are fairly generous, and would like to help every good cause that presents Itself if they could. Some, however, have so little money above their actual expenses that they have to say “No” often, or rather they think they must. If, however, thfey would read