Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 67, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 March 1919 — Page 2

As Man to Man

By STEVE M'HENRY

(Copyright.) While the north-bound limited "its fii«pinj rt>» thirst m Its panting CBgine atThe sun-baked depot that morning. t he Wells-Fargo guard said something to one of my deputies, about Indians being on a rampage:- He was= trying to add details when the sliout of ■n autocratic conductor cut shortrfrtA efforts and patted the long • train north ward. Igiter in the day. old Jim t'anniohael. Who runs several herds under hla own brand in the f<*etbUls of the T-r-es Hermans s, dropped into my office ami regaled me with a harrowing tale of pillage and murder. It was conveyed - to him, he said, over The long-distance telephone, by one -of his line riders. Jim declared ihat. judging from the man’s choice of comparatively nioderate words, he must have pone to the telephone booth before going to the Oriental, to be refreshed with that particular brand which lift thrifty proprietor is wont to keep on *ap for the cowmen of the region. Thus he placed some credence in the report. He said that some half-dozen savages, drunk with temporary freedom, and led by a half-breed more cunning than his followers, were traveling in this direction, avoiding towns, hut '~ swooping down on isolated ranches, ready to murder their occupants and drive off their stock. Having heard nothing from neighboring sheriffs. I took little stock In the story. -Probably one harmless red-skin, filled with firewater, strayed from -the reservation, and is whopping things up miHl somebody corrals him," I told my deputies. -• -•- At any rate, because a show of official interest was desirable, 1 premised the old man to let him know if anything happened, and I nsked the hoys to stay around the office that night. Shortly before ten- o’clock, I turned up a vastly premising poker hand, when the telephone bell rang. “Hallo! Sheriff’s office!” bawled a nervous voice at the other end. ‘There’s been a shooting scrape here. One man’s dead —er —both drunk. I reckon —want you to come out. you know. The other fellow got away, but he ain’t got much of a start on you, ts T-T

I interrupted the man’s incoherent account by roaring Into the receiver: “Stop talking long enough to tell me who. and where you are!” “This is Maloney’s—just across the ditch. It was One Kye Pete—" “All right!” I yelled back. “I'll be out righfaway. Leave things as they are.” Hanging up the Instrument; ! told the hoys about it, adding: “You fellows stick around. Should anything turn tip, Montgomery here will take charge. So long!” Indicating the undersheriff, I left the room. N’ear the edge of town, I crossed the white stretch of road which leads straight To "wy ranch. I- was tempted for a moment to turn off and run in on the wife and little one before attending to the business on band. Five minutes more brought" me to the saloon, which I entered through the rear door. In the far corner, covered with a horse blanket, lay a form. Removing the covering, 1 Ihw that the right hand still held a pistol. Its barrel was pointed In an indifferent way, toward the mirror behind the bar. On looking closer, I discovered that the weapon was fully loaded and cocked. So I gently let down the hammer, reflecting that it was by but a small margin that fate had decided which one should die. “The undertaker will take care of this,” I said, stepping to the liar. “I’ve go other work to do. Who saw this shooting?* - ~ ~ - . ; Two or three men shifted uneasily, for it is apt Western wisdom To tell tales QfXkillings. So, balking at the pfopWwbr, I casually remarked : “Gome oia Maloney, you might as well, now as later. Who did tills?” “Him they call One-Eye Pete.” he replied ; “and he ought to hang for it! Come butting Into the talk here when' the other fellow began some kind of a yarn about a girl what pounds the piano in a dance hall down In Tucson!” “I’m not so sure about that neither,” drawled a tall Texan. “Tim tried to fill .his hand on him, but be warn’t quick enough. I deem It an even break for being guilty, with Tete a shade the better of it. Didn't you all notice how the sheriff here had to let down the hammer of Tim s gun? It may teach some of you shorthorns to go kind of slow and easy like, when . women*is the subject of your conversation.” At that 1 turned to the Southerner, «nd jisked; “Did you happen to notice which way this Pete went?” “Sheriff,” he replied, “this Pete, which that ain’t his name nohow, startled for Bear Creek, where he’s got friends. YotiT! know him if you cross up with him, by,histone eye and the limp in his walk, being one leg Is two inches shorter thaD its mate. He’s got almost three-quarters of an hour the start of you, but hts oayuse is played out Tin telling you this, because 1 voted for you j but I don't hope, you’ll

catch your man. and don’t reckon none you will.” T With that honest wish In fny ndnd, I the place and started for the fringe of trees which mark Bear C’rok. As for the man I wanted. I had never seen him, but Ids reputation was familiar to hie. its burden was that, with all his black record, he had neither haruicd n woman nor roughCTmfniijy. . Straight ahead. I saw the dark I Id® hugging the water. To the right, only the endless plain; to the left; the same thing. No. there Was a light, hwny tn the distance in n spot where no light had business to be. _____ It alternately grew brighter and dimmer, and, at times, it leaped high into the black air. Straining.aiy eyes, 1 imagined'that I could see the Sinuous movenienr of Uerjr tongues. 1 concluded that some poo? settler's barn was going up In smoke. Then I struck spurs to my pony. A minute later a fearful ■ thought .gapped me. My owu home was duo west, right where that fire—but, my God! It could hot be! I stared fur an instant, ns if fas- - einnfCd. Then came action. ’ The fugitive and Ills crime were forgotten ; so was the fact that I wore a sheriff’s shield. I settled myself in the saddle, the rowels bit deep and I was off like the wind across gullies nnd sudden arroyos, through hog-wallows, filled with the powdery dust of seasons, over treacherous towns of prairie dogs, whose fatal burrows my pony missed as if by Instinct, straight for that baleful glow which seemed to grow mure distant with every leap. At length I clearly saw the flames curling hungrily over the roof of my barn. Then I saw the smoking ruins .of the-shed —* . ——— I could hear the roar of the fire. I began to strain my ears for some human sound —even cries of distress. I yelled to let them know I was coming, before I realized that I was too fur away to he heard over the din. The next instant a sound reached me. Worse than the his® of the flames or the groans of tortured timbers, this hideous scream almost froze my blood.* It was the yell of Indians, born of the blood lust. Easton’s glib warning flashed tilroug 1 1 my mind. While still within the fire’s zone of blackness, and just outside of the flames’ glow, I jumped from my horse and ran toward the house. In the space between the smoldering building and the blazing barn, I saw several savages, their pa in,t-bedaubed faces distorted with the-hideous - signs of”the beast in human guise. Beyond them, undamaged bemuse of its thick adobe walls, stood the squat smokehouse.

To—lia-ve—crossed this open space would have meant death. Knowing this. 1 made for the shadow* near the side door. Just as - I reached the I stopped, for’there came to me, faint and muffled, the unmistakable cry of a child. It came from the direction of the smokehouse. Then dawned on me the renson for the apparent lack of Indian war wisdom. If'showed the cunning of their leader. He knew that no mother will flee while her child js In danger. I made up my mind to enter the house secure my rifle, and pick off these vainglorious savages one at a time; hut 1 was destined to take no hand in this fight. The door of the smokehouse suddenly flew open. From the inner darkness stepped a man. He was hatless. His face and neck were black with grime. Each hand held a pistoL Hardly had he cleared the door, when he jumped to one side, thus bringing the house out of range. As he leaped. I saw, clinging to liis shoulders, with her arms held tightly around his neck, my little girl. He looked toward the house, and realizing what might happen, shouted above the din: "j-tjay where you are! I’ll bring her to you !" At t lie first word the savages wheeled and made as if to charge r liim, but those level muzzles blazed forth such a steady stream of hot lead that they scattered. It seemed ns if the man's weapons were linked to the scattering Indians by a livid line of flame. As he shot, he 'came closer to the house.

Spellbound 1 watched every move he- made. In my admiration of bis splendid courage I forgot, for the moment. all else. Leaving dead and wounded Indians in his wake, the stranger reached , the house, from which my wife with outstretched -arms ran to meet him. With infinite gentleness he lifted the child from his back and handed her to her mother, while the Indians who cohld-ride were making tracks for the bil' s - Five minutes later, my wife told me, between sobs, bow the little girl had run to the smokehouse for meat, for breakfast, and liow, almost at the same time, she had seen this stranger ride up out of the darkness. Then, as if by magic, the Indians anneared. I prepared to thank the man, who walked slowly toward us leading a horse. He took my hand. Looking htm in _the face. 1 said: “I am the sheriff of this county. If I can pay you for this night's work, I will." * ft “You have.” he answered quietly, as he mounted his horse and rode away. As 1 saw him head straight for the nearest county liue, I muttered: “Thank God!” . “Why. Jack?” asked my wife. “Because, dear,” I replied, “when he came up to us just now, I saw that he limped; and when I shook .his hand; 1 noticed that he bad but one eye/L_l Then I told her wbat hqd kept m# away from bdi&e.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, - DTD.

. Above ail things one’s millinery must he kept fresh looking nnd immaculately clean. There are many millinery materiatA that are always In style, as velvet and velvet ribbons, well-made flowers, * laces, ribbons, straw hats, crepe, and chiffons: They become soiled and mussed, hut can l)fi. cleaned and freshened up by simple processes available at home. Now that spring is near, a becoming straw hat may only need repolishing, or to have the trimmings freshened up, to serve during the early spring and as a change throughout the season. For colored straw hats there are dyes which are usually on sale in drug stores, ready to apply, which will restore the color of the straw or change it to another color. There are several reliable dyes’ that will change colored hats into black ones. Most of these dyes give the hat a fine luster and it looks praeticaby- new, after -dyeing.Often a faded hat can he successfully restored to color by applying the colors mixed with gasoline, as described in a former article. Some hats can be scoured with soapsuds, as'leghorn or Panama straws. In this case the suds is used, but with a view to keeping the straw from getting very wet. To restore a natural straw cofor, a hat may be cleaned with lemon juice and sulphur. A white straw may be washed with oxnlic acid diluted with water. After a leghorn hat has Been cleaned it may be bleached by suspending it over a burning sulphur candle. Burn the sulphur in the bottom of a barrel, suspending the hat at the top so that It will not scorch. A felt hut may be successfully scoured with the finest sandpaper. Ammonia will often restore color in colored straw hats. Wring a cloth out of half a pint of hot water to which a feaspoonful of ammonhi lias been added and cover the hat with this cloth. Allow it to re-

Capes, Comfortable and Full of Style

Gapes in great force stand ready to answer the demand -for spring wraps, having gradually and surely ingratiated themselves into the likings of fashionable women. Nothing demonstrates better the inexhaustible gening of designers than the constantly varying interpretations of the cape which make it, just now, the most interesting of wraps. It is shown in unending variety. Capes are long or short, as you will, but mostly long. They are always full and naturally loose. But in many new models the 5 ’ looseness disappears below the knees being restrained by means of cutting or by confining it in a hem that is rather tight about the figure. Among new capes for spring are long and short capes of taffetp with collars —very ample and cozy looking, .of sweater-weave silks or wool materials, and linings that lend them warmth. Navy silk with beige-colored linings and collars is the favorite combination. : Duvetyn capes, in navy and marine blues. In brown, henna and tomato red. convince one that no other fabric could show these colors to such advantage. One of the simpler Capes in marine blue duvetyn is shown in the accompanying

Economy Corner

main a while. Ts the brim needs pressing, coyer it with the cloth and iron with a warm iron. If the color is not sufficiently restored by this process mix tube paint and gasoline and dip the hat in it, or brush it on. There are several reliable hat dyes that can be honght with directions for usjpg that will quickly renovate straw hats.

To Freshen Flowers. Mix tube paint and gasoline with the color desired and dip faded flowers into this dye. Petals may be shaded and veined with tube paints. Flowers that are crumpled should be held over dry steam and gently shaken. When they have been steamed and tinted take small, sharp scissors trim away any frayed edges. One can often make flowers look as good as new by these processes.

Jet Ruckles, White Shoes.

White buckskin shoes shown for the South show jet buckles of various sorts. Usually they are very effective. One method of mounting the buckle is to place it on a foundation composed of closely plaited black ribbon, which extends just far enough to give the buckle a little backing. Sometimes, too. white satin evening slippers show jet buckles, or small jet buttons fastened flat against the tongue section or the edge of the shoe as it slopes up to the instep,

To Wash Chamois Skin.

To wash chamois skin put it through warm soapsuds, rinse in several warm waters, draw it through the hand to squeeze the water out and hang up to dry. Pull while drying, if you would have It smooth.

A nice damask table cloth that has become worn in spots will make over into napkins.

illustration. It is a practical and graceful garment part Cape and part cloak since it has sleeves. The body of It hangs from a small yoke and it contrives to hang In at the sides where it slopes toward the hem in the approved way. As a change from coats, and because it is more picturesque and becoming, the cape for spring deserves attention. In duvetyh. cinnamon, brown, henna and tomato red they are deliciously soft and rich looking and velours ought to he as good a vehicle, for these colors that make wraps of so much distinction. Capes are lined with crepe-de-ehine to match in color or with checked or cross-bar silks; large checks, in quiet tones, being everywhere present in displays of new spring apparel. The cape, pure and simple. Is to be found, but the cape whicn borrows something of the coat or is posed on a Jacket and is in reality a combining of two wraps into one is of tetter in evidence. Nearly all of these wraps have cozy and ample colters. They are successful ytraps from ' every point of view, comfortable and full of style. ■

FORCED TO OBSERVE SABBATH

Church Attendance, Until Comparatively Recent Times, Was Compulsory in Great Britain. • Numerous laws in this country, Canada and Great Britain forbid various acta of work and play on Sunday, but not since the lapse of the “blue laws” of colonial days’ have AmericanSjbeen forced by legislation to go to church on the Sabbath, an exchange says, In England, however, it was not until the middle of the last century, during the reign of Queen Victoria, that all penalties for nonattendance at religious services were abolished. Some unusual incidents attended the enforcement of. the regulations, particularly upon the Hebrews. They were not released from the provisions of the law until 1871 and multitudes of them were prosecuted for insisting upon observing their own Sabbath. In the thirteenth centdry, it Is recorded, a Jew of Tewkesbury fell into a sewer .on a Saturday. Although almost submerged, he would not permit himself to be drawn out, believing thatto do so would be to violate the sanctity of the holy day. On the following morning he was quite ready to be removed from his perilous plight, but the authorities, out of reverence for the Christian Sabbath, would not permit the unfortunafe man to be rescued until after sunrise on Monday, when he was found to be dead. As late as 1880 there were persons in English prisons whose only crime was refusal to attend divine service. One of them was a young man who had been convicted at the Instigation of his own mother, who appeared against him. in 1817 Sir Montague Burgoyne was haled into court to explain why he had neglected his religious duties. Rigid Sunday observance in England began during the reign of Edgar, in the tenth century, when the Sabbath day was ordained to be kept holy from three o’clock QD Saturday afternoon until sunrise on Monday. The most innocent actions were condemned, and death was the extreme penalty for continued violation of the law. About three centurieg ago parliament passed a law impdising a fine of one shilling for remaining away from church on Sunday, unless some good excuse was forthcoming. This act remained in effect until comparatively "receTTtlmes, and inability or unwillingness to pay the fine-resulted in a prison sentence.

Films to Replace Books.

Motion pictures will take the place of textbooks In schools and colleges, according to Thomas A. Edison, in an Interview recently. “The only textbooks needed will be for the teacher’s own use,” declares the inventor of the motion picture camera. “A great film library of educational and industrial subjects should be bqilt up in Washington. Then these films could be issued on the rental system to all institutions in the United States, even to the most remote rural schoolhouses, and the system could be so operated that it would pay its own w'ay.” Asserting that “anything which can be taught to the ear can be taught better to the eye,” jfr. Edison continued: “The moving object on the screen, the closest possible approximation to reality, Is almost the same- as bringing that object Itself before the child or taking the child to that object. Film teaching will be done without any books whatsoever. The only textbooks -needed will be for - the TeacireUs ow’tr' use. The films w r ill serve as guide posts to these teacher instruction books, not the books to. the films.” By making “every class room and every assembly hatt a movie show, 100 per cent attendance” will be assured, Mr. Edison says. “Why, you won’t be able to keep boys and girls away from school then.”

Muskrat Lore.

The feed of the muskrat consists of grasses, apples, bark of trees, water plants, carrots, turnips, cabbage and corn, and crayfish. Although millions of these browncolored rats are trapped each year for their fur, the number does not seem to decrease. When the s£ur is made into clothing it is called Russian mink or Baltic seal. One of the ways of trapping the muskrat is to set a trap three or four inches below the surface of water in a place where he has been In the habit of leaving the water. In this way he will step into the trap as he undertakes to leave the water. Still another way is to place the trap just below the entrance into hi 9 home. Some trappers use apples or turnips as bait The home quarters is usually quite a large cavity and contains much grass and sticks. During the first two or. three weeks of the life of the young the mother muskrat does not leave the home but depends upon the male to furnish the feed supply.

Restoring Devastated France.

The French government has already made arrangements for bringing back into cultivation the desolated and wartorn areas from which the enemy has been driven. The dense population of France makes prompt agricultural restoration necessary to relieve the food situation. Preference will be given to fanners who originally lived in the invaded regions. __ „ -

A Cinch.

“That’s a peach he’s with,” said a skater on the Charles, “but I guess they're married.” “What makes you think so?” -*T Just heard him asking her if she was ever going to learn to put on be* avn skates.”—Boston Transcript.

HUN SLAVE DRIVE

How Kaiser’s Minions Deported Belgian Peasants. Unfortunate PeopFe Herded Alongi Highways Like Cajitlfr—Dapper Lieutenant Found Much That Was Amusing in Spectacle. % John. Lowrey Simpson gives a. vivid little pen-picture of a German deportation of civilian Belgians In Cen* tury: “So we slackened pace, rolled by the outlying dwellings, and with & scuffling of brakes slewed around the corner into Waelhem Waelhem, wrecked in a battle. Up and down the long street, gaunt husks of houses leered gruesomely. Perhaps the vacant Stare of houses ruined in a battle is distinguishable from the vacant stare of houses ruined out of a battle. I do hot know. With the passing of time those mom Intimate variations of detail from horror to horror weather into the general scheme. Waelhem cowered paie under the chill of the morning, » “A little horde of country folk crammed the roadway and shouldered even against the two rows of white houses. On the doorstoops women stood clutching their children, the while tip- * toeing to catch a glimpse of what passed ahead. A few stodgy soldiers with fixed bayonets rounded l*ack the crowd into a semicircle; the p£.>ple on each hand clung to the sides of the buildings as by their nails, aid held their ground more obstinately tkan in the center. Crowds always perately to the sides of buildings. Ahead marched—if the w ord is not too proud a one—a procession. There are a dozen men, perhaps, laden with bundles and packs, clad in the loost, shaggy stuffs of Belgian peasantry. The inevitable colored mufflers straggled over their shoulders. Their caps were drawn tight, as though to deny the cold. Lugubrious defense, pain# te no avail; for the cold crept into their mouths, and one could perceive their breaths, frozen and dead. The scattering of soldiers trudged beside them, gazing sullenly first at their bayonets, then at the file of prisoners. In the van Tode two officers. Their "horses clattered and fidgeted, as though to imply that mount, like master, was bored by these people and their troubles —foolish troubles, foibles of peasants. - ~ * “As the company advanced, a person stood regarding it. He was not attired in rough blouse and sabots. He wore a long gray coat with a fur_ collar; his feet were compressed in narrow black boots. Steel spurs twinkled at his heels. A jaunty round cap perched on the back of his head, tt scant trifle to one side. His mustache was cropped till it might have been molded there on his face. Under his eyes drooped dark, heavy rings. He sported a morsel of braid on each shoulder, and the tip end of a scabbard peeked from under his huge coaL The mSn lumbered by, and the women pressed closer toward him. He smiled. He was a German lieutenant.”

Joy in Homely Happenings.

Curiously enough, as one reads letters and * reports that come to on© personally, one finds that the interest of our boys in France is centered on the quaint and homely happenings of —life, death, immortality, God—they Joyously take for granted, with their strange, new insight into things spiritual, their prescience of reality; but perhaps for the first time they ar* realizing every-day joys, know what quiet' means, and rest and needed sleep; are aware of the holiness of clean clothing, the exquisite flavor of coarse food, the divine loveliness of dawn, and noontime and night. And so, having found out about Life, they know all there is for us to know about Death. Instead of losing its strange distinction, death for them has taken op A" new splendor, as have the comjpdn things of life. And as to their losing tbu vision, forgetting —those who live to come back —they may. But they have known reality, those boys, and one does not easily drop into materialism u/ter one has attained that knowledge. —Atlantic Monthly.

Many Uses for Gunpowder.

Black powder has been made and used for centuries, and up until a few years ago was the only kind of powder made. While it has been replaced for many uses by high explosives, it is still in great demand. More of It was used in the United States in the year 1917 Jinan in any previous year, as nothing has been found to equal it for the economical mining of coui, blasting of slate, blasting of stone, where it Is desirable to get out large unbroken pieces, or in earth blasting, where it is desired to move a mass of earth bodily, and where there can be no danger of igniting dust, gas or fire damp.

Much Honey Goes to Waste.

Whole shiploads of honey have been sent to Europe, and more is wanted. Few* people realize that 250,000,000 pounds of honey are produced in the United States alone each year. Yet the department of agriculture says that the output ought to- be much greater, and that millions of dollars’ worth of sweets annually are going to waste in the fields for lack of bees to gather the nectar. When the consumer pays twice as much for a comb of honor as he did a few years ago he feels disposed to buy a stand of bees himself.