Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 37, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 February 1919 — Page 3

The Extra Feature

By S. B. HACKLEY

<Copyright, 1919, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) For a quarter, hour only the crickets had broken the silence in the Comporchard, where old Tobias and Jemima and Minerva, their granddaughter, assorted some mighty mounds of fallen wfoesaps. Then Minerva, spoke. “Zack wants me to run off and marry him, grandpappy, after fodder strippin’s over,’’ “Lord, Nervy", don’t ye!” old Tobias’ faded eyes were piteously beseeching. “Stay by us. honey. Nobody feels for us old ones like you do. Nervy!” Minerva smiled faintly. “I told Zack, grandpappy, I couldn’t marry him if ma wasn’t willin’. She’d drive me off and surely mistreat you ami grandmammy if 1 married against her wiiizzz ~ “Was Zachariah fretted?” the grandihother asked anxiously. Minerva crimsoned. They must not know how much Zack was “fretted !” “He—he said he’d stay away until I sent for him. I—there’s ma !” In southern Appalachia it is customary for the aged father and mother to live with the youngest son in the old home. But old TobiJts’ log dwelling was an “unusually large one—a most desirable home, and Eliza, the wife of the eldest son, by skillful machinations contrived to get Charley, the youngest son, and his wife, Phoebe, away and to get her own family installed. Lazy herself, she depended almost entirely on her young daughter, her- - onlv child, to do the work of the house, ahu to keep her sendees she had determined Minerva should not marry any but some young man she could take into her house and rule, as she did Joshua, the girl’s henpecked father. By her orders, Zachariah Burden, who was not the “humble sort” she desired for a son-in-law, stayed away from the Compton house, but Zack Was resourceful and managed often

to see the gentle little creature who was like a guardian angel to the old ones. smoking on their bedroom hearth that evening, asked uneasily. Jemima, wiped her eyes. “I got to studyin’ about Minervy a waitin’ on her happiness on account of us and it "worried me some, Bias!” she confessed. After Jemima slept, Bias still sat on the hearth. Minerva was delicate, like their little Hettie who had died sixteen years before, three months after the soldier sweetheart they had not been willing for her to marry had been laid under Cuban palms. “Little Hettle! Little Hettie !” he murmured. “Lord, if I’d let her had her way about Jess Duty, she might not have pined away! Jess, he wasn't a bad boy—l wish I hadn’t stood in her way—l do wish it, Lord P’ His pipe clattered on the hearth. , His heavy groans awakened Jemima. “The pain Doc Higgins said—was from my heart, it’s pinchin’ a little!” he labored out, his hand clutching his chair rungs, his rugged pld face chalky. Jemima trembled as she measured outrthe drops the youjDg...dQCtor -had.

-)cft”fTOr‘ him. The doctorhad warned her all worry must be kept from To* blns, and he had worried because he had caught her crying about Minerva I “You reckon you worked too hard at the apples, Bias?” she asked him when at last she got him between the bed covers. “No. I got to thinjdn’ about oitr little Hettie. I was wishing I could go back them sixteen years and tell the little, lovin’ thing her and Jess might marry before he went to the fightin’. Then the pain struck me." •She patted his hands in gentlte soothing. “Hettie and Jess wasn’t long separated. Bias, honey! The Lord saw to that! Now.,try to go.to sleep.” But-it was long before he closed his eyes. “They could come and live with us and things would be all right,” Jemima

heard him murmuring over and over Jn his fitful sleep, "if Eliza was willin' !” Then once he cried out: “She’s a-goin' like Hettie. Jemtmy—like Hettie! Can’t you see it?” When he was quiet again, Jemima arose and dressed herself. If he worried himself much more he might bring on another attack, and Joel Higgins had said two attacks dose together might kitlhim. “I can way to Aaron Burden's,” she said to herself, way, dark as it is. I’m bound to see Zack!” Two hours later she stood breathless in the Burdens’ yard Jim the top of the mountain. The dog slept, but fear of him set hej knees shaking. With a trembling hand she tapped on the window of Zack’s bedroom. Near the dawn, when* Zack helped her off the gentle mule he had led down the mountainside, her old face was shining like the eastern' star. A few days later when Eliza came horpe from Miranda Mulliken’s “quilting,” she was consumed with wrath. Naomi Rouse, whom she hated of all women, had bragged to Ran that* har daughter. Magnolia, had taken- Zack Burden “away” from Eliza Compton’s Minerva! Long before the “foddefe pulling" was done, officious neighbors

began to predict Zack’s early timrl iage to Magnolia. Minerva drooped visibly. Her grandfather fretted. too much? Lejnme give her a hint; i/t’s just play-actin’!” . Jemima shook her head smiling. “Dpn’t worry aboui Nervy. She!) -come-THtt all eight. -Zaek doir’t —want □ter fold until the show day, aiid that ain’t long off. Bias!" The circus coming to Caneyville had advertised a prize of $lO in gold to be given to the young woman noj afraid and willing to be married on an elephant's back in their ring, which advertisement doubled and tripled the size of the ‘attending crowd on the “show day.” . = Early tluTF~inorhthg Zack~Burden’B two mules passed the Compton wagon, en route to CaneyviHe. Zack rode one muse, Magnolia .House the other. Eliza could not restrain a look of displeasure. “Them two are the pair that’s to be married on the elephant’s back!’’ old Bias volunteered cheerfully. “Zack’s done arranged with the show folks.” This news was the last straw. Eliza turned to her daughter, her face white with wrath. “Nervy Compton, before I’d let everybody in the county see that lowdown Rouse girl take my feller right before my eyes, I’d jump in Caney river!” Minerva smiled. “Their weddin’ won’t discredit ipe, ma. Zack’s not my feller now. and all the folks know he wanted to marry me and you wouldn’t let him!”

At Ihe close of the circus perlormance, the largest and gentlest elephant, witli a hbwdah on his back, was brought into the ring. “Will the gentleman who wishes to be married please present himself?” the ringmaster called out. Zack arose and took Magnolia’s arm, but she pulled back, screeching foolishly. “I’m afraid of the elephant! I’m afraid to get close to the thing!” “Will the gentleman try to persuade another lady then? We’re bound to have a wedding!” The biggest clown rolled over in a gale of merriment, but it was tragedy to Eliza. Zack looked about him. “I see one lady I know is not afraid of the elephant that would maybe marry- me, but she’s afraid of her ma!” Eliza sprang to her feet. ■ “If you mean Minerva, Zack Burden,” she shouted, “she needn’t be afraid of me objectin’ !" I’ve concluded I’m perfectly agreeable to her marryingyoung man as industrious and well-behaved as you are!” Tears of triumph were in Eliza's eyes when, twenty minutes later, she saw Zack- lift his br*+Je to the grourfd. “Where’s your gold piece, Nervy?” happy old Bias whispered that even i n g. - ' “Magnolia’s got that one.” she whispered back, “but I’ve got another one just like It the show folks gave Zack for what they called the ‘extry feature !’ ”

GOOD POINTS IN AMERICANS

Mexican Recognizes Attributes He Believes Latins Might Copy to Their Advantage. Let us recognize this: The poetry of the American character is shown in four devotions—to women, to children, to trees and to birds. These men, whom many people unjustly suppose to be rude; these men, who make ftraj liontt; these men, who maintain the rails through immense deserts; who btriki -up- -formidable’dndnstries; have in their spirit these four devotions, which honor them vastly and which not a few of us Latins would like to have for the better honor and embellishment of our common existence. There are in compensation many children and flocks of birds. Children, are the kings of the parks. Everything there is for them. They rqle over all, and you may see them, as I did; in Rock Creek park (Washington),with their naked legs wading in the many small streams and shouting charmingly while splashing in the crystal of the water. Notwithstanding they are than the children, the birds’ are little kings as well. Little kings that are respected not only in the air but on the ground. Sparrows I have found on the sidewalks among the hurrying throngs of people, jumping and hopping about.—Carlos Gonzales I’ena, in Universal Illustrado, Mexico City.

To Remove Mildew.

It Is best to get at mildew stain right away before it has Injured. First, try this mild treatment: Soak the stains overnight in sour milk and then place in the sun without rinsing. Repeat the treatment several times if necessary. If this does not remove them all, try lemon, moistening the stains with lemdn juice and allow it to remain in the sun. If the stains are very persistent go to the druggist and ask for a few crystals of potassium permanganate. Dissolve one teaspoonful. in a pint of water and apply a little of this to the stains with a medicine dropper or a cork and allow it to repair! in five minutes. Remove any pink stainsleft by this chemical with a little oxalic acid. If used with care permanganate does not as a rule lake out color, but try it first on an unexposed portion of the skirt.

Quotations.

“Do you approve of quotations in speeches?” /"* “Decidedly. Most speeches would Ife improved by Introducing more quotaiions and leaving out all the original material?’

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Earliest Arrivals in Spring Suits and Dresses

The earliest arrivals in suits and coat-dresses are, like the first robins, appearing in scattered groups and glimpses, but are harbingers of charming flocks soon to follow. They are rather tentative as to line and silhouette, their motto apparently being “When in doubt choose straight lines.” Therefore there are more straight-line models than anything else. Designers may have been waiting for a last word from Paris before launching their earliest creations; if so that last Avord was the long-waisted blouse; a Parisian fancy that results in an obliteration of curves. Along with it came lengthened tunics, straight around the bottom, and a variety of interesting sleeves having generous and extraordinary cuffs, anti mostly cut in the fashion shown in the sleeve of the suit illustrated above. -—— —-V The straight-line suit is a safe choice because women do not confine themselves to one or two styles or to one or two silhouettes any more. The straight-line dress is always smart. One can wear it with confidence and assurance, as is the case with Russian blouse models. There is not a chance that all the new suits will keep to the straight and narrow ways of these first

ECONOMY CORNER

Simple Methods of Cleaning Laces. Styles for spring, in blouses and sheer frocks, show a return to handsewing fcnown. as "real” lace—anil thus distinguished from machine made laces. Some machine made laces do not suffer by comparison with the hand made article and both varieties are worth caring for. Ordinary laundering is out of the question for them; they must be handled carefully. Now that the touch of real lace is a mark of style' and of distinction In dress for spring, valuable heirlooms will either have to be sent to the cleaner or at home, in order to reappear in milady’s outfit for the new season.' Lace should be soaked before it is washed. Prepare the water for this soaking by adding a teaspoonful J)t borax to every two cupfuls of boiling water' used. When the soiled lace has soaked a few hours or overnight in this water it will wash easily. Make a lather of hot water and any good soap. Take the lace from the water in which it has been soaked and place it in the soapy water, squeezing It, as if it were a sponge, until it is 1 clean. If the water becomes very dirty prepare a fresh supply and squeeze the lace in it. Then rinse in clean cold water until all the soap is removed. If after thisf process the lace still has a grimy Took it may be boiled. To boil lace put it in a jar and cover It Tfrlth cold water and pour into this water a little melted white soap. Stand the Jar in a saucepan' with water enough to half cover the jar, put the lid on the pan and boil for two hours. Lingerie laces may be ironed by pressing them under a thin clean muslin and finally pulling them out with the fingers. They, must be thoroughly dried by ironing or they will roughen up afterward. Ironing will serve for the heavier and sturdier laces but some fine and fragile varieties are washed and dried by the follovring process J „ . Wind the soiled lace round a good sized bottle, und.lhen cover the bottle with thin musUnl tacking it on.. Fill a kettle with cold watch shaving into it a good-sized piece of whitfe ■ soap and pines the bottle in the kettle. 801 l for ah hour. Pour off the soiled water Mjod add fresh, repeating the. process until the water remains clear. Re-

arrivals, but however devious their ways, they will not be more attractive. There is a chic slenderness which the straight-line insures to the figure of average plumpness. The suit pictured might be of jersey cloth or of some member o£ the trlcolette family of new weaves, or of any of the lighter wights and supple wood fabrics that insure graceful pli-. ancy. For decoration the coat turns to two bands of long and short stitch embroidery in silk of the same hue as the cloth it adorns. One of these bands is narr< wer than the other and two of the narrow bands call attention to the up-to-dateness of the sleeves. The skirt is without decoration and as innocent of curves as a section of a smoke-stack. No sort of. ornamentation is better liked on suits and dresses than embroidery of the sort shown in this suit. It is made up merely of irregular lines and does not even hint at portraying anything in nature. Imagination may translate it into something that pleases the eye, but however formless, it pleases the eye so emphatically -that it is used on gorgeous gowns, elegant afternoon frocks, and on unpretentious suits as well.

move the bottle and rinse In several clear cold waters. Take off the muslin and let the lace dry on the bottle. If a little stiffness in thg lace is desirable, dip. It In skimmed milk. Then fold the lace in a damp cloth until ready to pin out. Lace may be pinned out on an ironing board or on a wooden drum which is first covered with cotton wadding and over that with white muslin. Pin the lace along its straight edge, setting the pins close together and at distances apart. Then pin out each plcot separately. If the lace dries before it is all pinned down, dampen it slightly. Use non-rustable pins, choosing fine ones for tiny picots and larger ones for heavier laces. When lace is old or fragile, or very much soiled, it should be soaked for several hours in pure olive oil before washing.

To Look “Paintable."

When a woman wants to look “paintable,” is the artists’ wore for picturesque, she wears black velvet. No texture holds such charm of color in its weave as velvet. It drapes into exquisite folds, softens every line of the body and enhances every contour of the face. A beautiful complexion finds its most effective foil in velvet. Black is the most popular choice of the picturesque velvet gowns which are seen on the most stunningly dressed women. Next in favor comes brown with a running Io seal and occasionally golden or tobacco brown. With a brows shade of velvet, kolinsky trimmings are very much nsed. The golden brown tones of this fur merge beautifully into the shadows of-the velvet.. . \

Camisoles Match Blouses.

The shops are showing camisoles in all the shades of blouses, the dark navy blue, French blue and the* bricklsh reds. These are made In the dt>en-at-the-underarn» style with ribbon straps over the shoulder. Thjey are designed sot wear under trans parent blouses and are of georgetu crepe. .

ARE BROTHERS IN TREACHERY

American Indian at Hi* Worst, and the Hun, Shown to Have Qual- ■ —in. —•—— The’ German is not the origirtator of the “Kamerad” ruse. according to EtlHoustmi. a farmer I tvittgnorthmfJunctton c’tr^rKirfi.r'who—fcnn’R-w sir accounts df battles .ip the big wait very closely. Mr. Houston says that the Indian was an adept at crying “Kanjerad,” In his own tongue, of course, long before the German empire was formed, and cites an experiertee td- his own Mr. Houston was a member of Troop G. Seventh cavnlry. the regimen t commanded by the gallant CoL George; Custer, for eight years. Under Captain Edgerly he went to the scene of the Pine Ridge troubles. The troops lined up to disarm a band of Indians that had given themselves up. They included the chief, Big Foot, and a large number of braves, as well as women and children. The captives were herded together and soldiers formed a hollow square around them. Each Indian wore his blanket draped over his shoulders, and, with arms folded across the chest in the customary Indian position, maintained a stoical silence. It was known that a number of the Indians carried guns, but no treachery was suspected. Suddenly, apparently without a given signal, one Indian opened fire on the surprised troopers. Instantly all of the other braves followed suit, and even the squaws and older children Joined In the attack upon the soldiers. Little Indian boys with sawed-off shotguns fought until killed and the battle was a bloody affair. It ended when there were no more Indians, because the soldiers, angered at the trickery that had been shown, gave no quarter and the Indians asked for none/ ~ The following day the Seventh went to Drexel Mission, where another battle took place. After the Pine Ridge trouble had been stamped out, the regiment returned to its station at Fort Riley, where Mr. Houston continued in service for a number of years.

Gull Gets Into Ashpit.

“It's crying like a baby and fighting like a devil,” shouted Engineer James McQuade of the state steam tug Governor Irvin, lying in the slip between piers 18 and 20, as he ran waving his arms tow’ard police officers, John Malcolm and John Maloney, on duty at the piers, whites a San Francisco correspondent. “Get Captain Symon on the phone—tell him something awful is aboard the Irwin,” said McQuade as he came alongside the officers, but the officers thought it better to investigate before communicating with Capt. James Symon, superintendent of the state tugs. “There’s something in the ash receiver, right under the smokestack of the Irwin,” McQuade said. The officers hurried back to the tug with the engineer. Ash-pit doors were thrown open and there, gasping for breath, lay a seagull that had flown down the smokestack. “I started working its wings with my hands and blowing down its throat, and Maloney fanned it with his headgear, and tn a few minutes it began to breathe all right, and flapped its wings to be off. They were scorched badly and it flew a little wobbly as it made away toward Yerba Buena island. I bet that .bird will remember this day,” said Malcotmr-—~~~

Why American Publishers Are Liked.

Turn back to the magazines of 20 or 30 years ago and compare them with what is thought good enough for us. I was looking through such a magazine recently and found a poem by Swinburne, a. prose romance bV William Morris, ahd much else of a quality you would no more think of looking for in a current magazine than for palm trees in Whitechapel. It is different in America; in spite of gross business instincts, o’* because of them, they dd turn out magazines which are good to look at, and very often good to read; for American editors think nothing of paying a sum for a short story which, to mention to a London editor, would make him feel as if something snapped in his head. He wouldn't understand. The consequence is the best English writers send their wares first to the American market, where they are better displayed and get a better price.—London Nation.

“First Families" Win.

Seven out of ten first prizes in the bird puzzle contest, conducted last spring by the Albuquerque Game Protective association, were carried away _by Pueblo and Navajo Indian children. The contest was open to all schoolchildren in New Mexico, of which the native Indians form but a small fraction, but the superior first-hand knowledge of -the- young redmen made them*easy winners over all other contestants. The contest consisted of 20 questions on native New Mexico birds, arranged to bring out knowledge of their habits and an understanding of their value to agriculture. ,

Medical Science.

I think it is not an "exaggeration to say that medicine, surgery, obstetrics -and thfe many medical specialties have made more progress In the 72 years from 1846 to 1918 than In as- many centuries before. I am also quite wtllt fig to believe that the next 70 years will be as fruitful as the last 70 have been—Maj. W; Keen, in the Sale Review. "r

MYSTERY OF LIFE

Who Knows Where It Comes From or What It Is? ’ Marked Difference Between Mankind and the Wild Things, in Their View of Death —Lower Animals Little Impressed. 7 Some folks talk about “the mystery of life,” and it is as good a way as to speak of if. For, truth is, nobody seems to know anything about life. Yet everything pays more attention to living than to anything else. Practically .every motive in the world, among the wild things, is to live. Not evep man. with all his knowledge, knows where life comes from, or what it is, George F. Burba writes ih the Columbus Dispatch. It is just the opposite of death, he will tell you; one either lives or dies. If he is living, the body is in a certain condition. The' blood flows through the veins. The heart beats. The body Is warm. One is conscious of that which goes on about him. The very opposite is true when a thing is dead, whether the thing is a man or a dog or a bird or a fish. But the why of it all—nobody understands that. The wild things strive with all their might to escape death, but they pay little attention to the dead things about them. It doesn’t seem to make any impression upon an animal to run upon another animal that is dead, out in the woods. They fear death, but they do not respect the dead,'nor show any emotion In the presence of death. They do not know what it is—that is, they, do not know that the dead creature they encounter in the woods is dead and done for. If it is something they want to devour, they devour It; if it is not, they pass on without paying much attention to it.

Death is more of a mystery to man. That is, it impresses him to a greater extent. He thinks more of it. He tries no harder to live than do the wild things, but there is something in connection with the presence of a dead creature that Impresses a human being. This is especially true if one encounters death out in the fields or woods. Tramping through a forest, and coming suddenly upon a dead animal, one pauses in contemplation of the mystery before him. Yesterday a splendid stag, let us say, roaming the woods in triumph; strong and swift and beautiful; conscious of his strength and fleetness; living—breathing, seeing, feeling. Today—there he* lies. His coat roughened by the winds or rain, his eyes sightless, his limbs without motion^—unconscious he lies there like a log rotting in the elements. Can this be the stag of yesterday? Is the thing called life all he needs today to arouse him from the slumber —to smooth his splendid coat, to bring the gleam of light into the eye, to give speed to the limbs? Then, whence the thing called life? Or, from whence did it come in the beginning? Thus do we meditate and marvel at the mystery of life and death when we are in the presence of death —especially if we encounter it in the great shadows of the forest—out where there is nothing to interrupt us, out where reigns that which gives life and which recallsit! 'J.

Few Reminders of Raids.

Studious lovers of London will not fall to notice how swiftly, true to her marvelous gift of eternal youth, she is obliterating every trace of the air raid period as if it bad never been. Some Of Tfie scars bvMftSg still remain, as in the wholesale market in Covent Garden, but they might pass as unnoticed as the effects of recent fires which are always to be found in the great city. Notices of the air raid shelters are, however, already hard to find; an odd one may be discovered on a lamp post in Tottenham Court road, or at Gresham college, which had not found leisure to teardown the shabby poster about its use os an air raid shelter; while in Southampton row the New Zealand record office has not yet demolished its sandbag revetment Speaking generally, however, all signs of the reign -of terror by night have “vanished Jilke the baseless fabric of a dream, leaving not a wrack behind.” —London Globe.

Paper Underclothing.

An excellent and durable quality of underclothing has been made of a finegrain edpaperby Japanese manufacturers. After the paper has been cut to a pattern the different parts are sewn together and hemmed, and the places where the buttonholes are to be formed are strengthened with calico or linen. The paper is very strong and at the same tilne very flexible. After a garment has been worn a feW^hours. it will interfere with the perspiration of the body no more than do garments made of cotton fabric. The paper is not sized, nor is it impermeable. After becoming wet the paper is difficult to tear. When an endeavor i* made to tear it by hand it presents almost as much resistance as the thin skin used for making gloves.

Use for War Materials.

The British ministry of reconstruction, according to the Daily Mall, is embarking upotva scheme of rural development by the construction of a large number of light railways to connect the country with the main railways. The cost will be shared by county authorities and the government. The lines will be leased to operating companies under adequate guarantees. Enormous quantities of material used by the British army i» France will be utilized. ' A