Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 67, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 20 March 1919 — INTERESTING ITEMS FROM THE CITIES [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

INTERESTING ITEMS FROM THE CITIES

fled Ice Next Summer in Chicago From Long Lake FOX LAKE, ILL. —Long take, near fox lake, is turning red —blood red. Residents of the neighborhood first noted the lake water getting a pinkish hue several weeks ago. An investigation—thoroughly unscientific, of course -

vicinity. The hunters and trappers, the old settlers and weather prophets were puzzled. The hotel keepers and resort owners who profit from the summer tourist trade then began to take an interest in the phenomenon, as did a Chicago ice company, which owns several Icehouses. Alderman George M. Maypole of Chicago, former police magistrate at Fox Lake, who knows the Long lake territory better than the native guides,

was appealed to. “That’s remarkable,” the alderman said. “I wouldn’t want to dictate a solution right offhand, but follow this clue carefully. The Graham boys are great hunters, th# duck season has been with us. They have shot a multitude of ducks on the lake and the blood from the deceased ducks, you know ” J. R. Graham, one of the family of famous trap shots and dtick hunters, was reached over the telephone. “As a matter of fact, the duck hunting has been pretty poor this year.” he said. “But the story of the water turning red is true. Running out of the lake it looks red. The ice brownish colored.' We have sent samples of the water to Chicago for analysis, but have not heard the result yet. If the ice freezes thick enough to harvest Chicago may get a chance to eat red Ice next summer.” ' - That, Watson, is the case. We shall have to look into it—murder, mystery, or whatnot. * , ——— Of course there will be. an Increase in price next summer in Chicago—for red ice!

Mother’s Light in the Window for a Lost Girl AURORA, ILL. —Times have changed. The electric light has supplanted the kerosene lamp. The apartment has taken the place of the home. But girls still do run away from home. And mother’s love is still to be found

unchanged. Olive Nelson of this city quarreled with her sweetheart, Robert Binder, who appears to be a misnomer. Olive is but nineteen, so the quarrel bulked large in her little world. About three weeks ago Olive left home onemoraing and casually remarked as she went out the door, “Maybe you will see me again and maybe not.” When the gir! did not return for supper as usual, Mrs. Anton Nelson, her

mother, appealed to the police. Search was begun immediately. It has been kept up faithfully. Many clues have been run down only to end in nothing. Today the mother is in absolute ignorance of the fate of her daughter. The Nelson home is a humble one on South River street. It has no electric lights. It is a house, not an apartment. If Olive should be alive and should want to get in some night, she could enter without letting the people In half a dozen flats know all about it. So every night Mrs. Nelson lights an old-fashioned kerosene lamp and sets It on a table so that its light shines out of the front window and in plain sight of anyone passing by'on the street. Anyone' who knows that the daughter of the house is missing can read In that lamp a mother’s message: “There’s a light in the window for thee.” “People may smile at my lamp in the window,” says the mother. "1 might myself if I was not too sad of heart. But I know not what else I can do. The police canmSt find my daughter. I have done all that I can do. 1 have still hope that she will return —and faith. Faith may bring her back.”

“Perfect” Twins Find Fairyland in lowa Home CHICAGO. —Into a fairyland of automobiles and ponies and many toy§ have wandered Elizabeth Jane and Edward Murray, twins, and four and one-half years old, to become the heirs to the fortune of B. J. Ricker and wife of Grin* nell, la. December 12 the twins were

led into a darkened room in their home at 4040 North Keystone avenue, where lay their mother, Mrs. Sadie Rosier, dead, a victim of influenza. Their father and mother had separated since coming from Australia two years ago. A kindly neighbor took them in charge. A few days ago the Rickers camo to Chicago and took a suite at a hotel. Mrs. Ricker heard of the twins through a schoolteacher friend. It wasn’t hours afterward when a motorcar

pulled up in front of the house of sorrow and the wealthy lowans alighted. The two little blond children greeted them at the door. When the automobile headed back downtown the twins were in it. « .. The next day there were sagelike specialists over at the hotel.. The twins underwent severe medical tests. “Perfect,” was the scientists’ verdict The next stage was the county court, where they stood solemnly before the judge. Little, quiet Edith became Elizabeth Jane Ricker and Ivar, her rosy-cheeked brother, took the name of “Edward Murray Ricker, the Edward after the millionaire’s father, and Murray for his dead mother’s maiden name. The children ■♦ere formally adopted and became their iegnl heirs. At night at the hotel there was a reception to friends, with Elizabeth Jane and Edward Murray acting as host and hostess. It was the official “coming out” of “the Ricker children.” Mr. and Mrs. Ricker are middle-aged and have no children. Even a Fiancee Has No Chance With Grim M. P. New YORK. —Cupid had the stage all set here for a joyful incident of a war romance, when q conventional M. P., who knows his orders and didn’t give a whoop for Cupid, balled up, the show. Miss Sydney Whiteside of

Chicago, has been awaiting news of the First gas regiment with what patience she could command. She learned the regiment was on the Celtic. She caught the fastest train for New York, and a taxicab for pier 60. ‘‘Got a pass? No? Stand back I Stand back!” announced the military policeman at the gate. “But, but; —” she ventured. "Sorry, lady. Orders. Got to have a pass.” “But, he’d hay—”

“Orders, lady, orders. Cupid himself couldn’t get in without a pass-” “But we're going to get—” “Orders, lady, orders. Get a pass or stand back!” Meanwhile Maj. John B. Carlock, from whose antecedents Carlock, 111., got its name, and who was a University of Chicago student, was on deck getting his regiment disembarked. He-was going through the motions, but really his mind was busy with this question: . “How can I get a marriage license on Sunday?” You nee, he had a strong suspicion that Miss Sydney Whiteside might be waiting at the gate. “M. P. won’t let Miss Whiteside on without a pass,” reported an orderly. "Tell her to meet me at CampJtferritt. See if you can’t get me a license somewhere, sqpiehow, quick. There’s a going to be a wedding In New York In three hours in spite of all the M. P.’s in the army.”