Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 75, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 March 1919 — Page 3

A Gasoline Road Agent

By Mary Roberta Rinehart

(Copyright.) “I don’t know what possessed you to take the river road’anyhow." Garretson’s voice was distinctly aggrieved. “This is the fourth time we’ve been stuck in the mud. and it’s getting worse every minute. Besides, we’re going to be late.” Jimmy Garretson jstooped and carefully turned up his dress trousers to a safe height. “It’s the deuce of a place to have a dance, anyhOw. If people will entertain fool English noblemen, they might at least have the sense to do it in town.” Arbuthnot and Garretson peered into the machinery. “I can’t see anything wrong. Awful reek of gasoline, though. You’d better get out yourself.” Arbuthnot threw off his big leather coat and crawled cautiously down. “Don’t you know why I want to meet this English lord?” ’ “Not the least idea —cross my breast.” “It’s not.funny”—witheringly. “Don’t you know Marjorie Laue is going to marry him?” r “Phew, you don’t mean it! Why, I thought—that is, you know—” “Yes, I know. I thought it, too. But it seems a title , carries a good bit [Of weight. And there were other reasons. Let’s have a look at this thing now.” “Engine nothing,” he said wrathfully. “We’ve been leaking gasoline.” “If only it wasn't the river road we’d run a good chance Of another car coming along. We might borrow some gasoline, or if they wouldn’t give us any we could hold them up. I saw in the paper where some fellow did that not so very long ago.” “We might try it.”

As the extent of the damage done to his clothing revealed itself to Garretson he became more emphatic. “Stop swearing,” said Arbuthnot, “and listen to me. Do you remember the night you were to take Edith Armstrong to the Adams theater party? And do you remember that that was the night of Graham’s bachelor* dinner?” “I don’t remember much about that night. Remember the next day, though —had an awful, head. What about it?” “Well, when It was time for you to go for Edith, you wouldn’t go. Said you were having a good time where you were.” “I did?” Jimmy Garretson groaned. “You did. So like a fool I made up a little story about your not feeling well, and took Edith myself. She may have understood, but Edith’s a trump, you know. Never asked questions.” “Why don’t you talk about something cheerful? This is the devil of a place.to bring up a fellow’s past sins to him. It’s going to rain, too.” . “Well, you wanted to know why Marjorie Dane has turned me down for this English fellow. I had an engagement to meet her at the club ball that night, and when I got there at midnight some lunatic had evidently told lier, for she cut me dead, and I haven’t seen her since.” “I’m awfully sorry, old man. I wish you had told me sooner —it was really up to me to fix things. My reputation is too far gone to. be hurt, anyhow.” “Listen.” Arbuthnot held up a warning hand. In the distance could be heard the chug-cMWg of an auto, growing louder as it approached. • “Hello! Walt a minute,” called Garretson. “We’ve had an accident and need a little help.” “Haven’t time,” came surlily back. “Fix it yourselves." '

“Yoh don’t seem to understand what I said.” Arbuthnot’s voice was thick with passion. “I told you to stop.” “Remove your hand, sir! What do you mean by detaining me?” “You infernal little puppy!” He turned savagely on the stranger, and taking him by his ulster collar, tossed him into the mud. “Now walk.” Then Arbuthnot proceeded deliberately to empty the gasoline tank of the strange automobile. “Edward!” Arbuthnot raised up in dismay. “Are you going to sit there quietly and allow an outrage like this?” ’ “A woman, by Jove!” Jimmy Garretson almost fell again in his astonishment. “What can I do?" came weakly from the embankment. “Aren’t there two of them ? Do you think I'm a fool ?” There was a very audible sniff of disgust from the tonneau. • ‘Tm afraid I do. You brought this whole affair on yourself by being anything but a gentleman. It’s a charming situation for me.” But Arbuthnot stepped forward, cap in hand. . “I assure you, madam,” he said, addressing the voice, “we had not the slightest idea that the gentleman was not alone or this disgraceful affair would never have happened. The least we can do now is take yon to your destination, if you will allow us that privilege.” . •• “I much prefer to walk,” said the voice stiffly. s. “But it’s damp here, dnd the roads are ankle deep with mud. It’s going to storm soon, too.” The girl shuddered a little. t Tm afraid it is going to storm, and Un growing hoarser every minute, I

suppose I am forced to accept your offer, although your conduct was been outrageous. I hope you do not 'think I countenance it by going with Vou?” “Not- at all,” said Arbuthnot gravely, and Garretson chuckled. “Good night, ah, Edward,” he called, as they moved away in the darkness. “Have a pleasant walk, and don’t hurry.” ’ • • “In one Way,” began the girl constrainedly, “I owe you both a service. 1 didn’t qijite realize before what an awful cad that fellow was. And worse than that, he’s a coward. lam pleased to find him out.” “Don’t be too hard on him.” Arbuthnot joined in the conversation —if such it cobld be called —for«the first time. “Some people are constitutionally averse to playing the good Samaritan.” “Don’t altogether blame* him myself.” Garretson was trying to put the girl at her ease. “There’s never much in it for the good-Samaritan. Fellow once took a girl to the theater for me —I had a headache, you know, and couldn’t go—and. by Jove,*tiidn’t the girl he was in love with hear about, if and give him the cut direct!” “Indeed,” said the girl languidly, “it must have been a bad headache.” “It was,” said Jimmy untruthfully; “fearful, and the next morning—” “There’s the gate.” x She had been gently lifted down and carried through the mire to the gate before she could remonstrate. Arbuthnot bowed and turned back. “Now make it go like the devil.” Mr. Garretson was plainly ill at ease. A few minutes later Arbuthnot, clothed in evening garb, left Garretson to thetender meitits of Charlie Courtenay’s man and started down the broad Staircase. Just at the curve he me‘t a rather flushed, very pretty girl, still in her wraps, who was coming breathlessly up. She bowed, to Arbuthnot’s delight, and hurried on. Whereupon that young gentleman sat down on a window seat and watched for the girl’s reappearance. She came soon. As she reached the landing Arbuthnot rose, and she was suddenly conscious of his presence. “Marjorie”—his voice was very gentle, but even in the half light his face was pale and drawn —“ won’t keep you long, and if you tell me that you really care for that —that English fellow, I’ll let you go at once. But Marjorie, if it’s only the glitter of the title —I don’t want to hurt you dear, but such things do happen —and I’ve been breaking my heart for you these last days—Do you love him, Marjorie?”

The girl looked up, and down the stairs. There was no one in sight. From the lower floor came the sofi strains of a waltz and the low murmur of many voices; but they were alone. With a little contented sigh she slipped her hand into his and leaned to him. “Idetest him,” she said softly. “You may kiss me if you like —you look as though you are going to any-’ how—” naively. “I am,” he said promptly, and did. A moment later she raised her head and laughed a little. z “Never, as long as I live, will I forget the way you threw that little cad into the mud.” “You knew me?” gasped Arbuthnot. “From the first minute,” she said calmly. • “ Later in the evening, Marjorie having been claimed for a dance, Arbuthnot met Jimmy Garretson In the smoking room. “The Courtenays are growing anxious.” said the latter, with elaborate carelessness. “Lord Hyne isn’t here yet.” •Abuthnot looked him squarely in the eye. > “It was a long walk,” he said. Mr. Garretson looked at him oddly and mysteriously. “You knew him?” Upon my word. Arbuthnot, I believe you arranged the whole affair.” •Tdjd,’ r said Arbuthnot shamelessly. “Our gasoline tank was half full.”

Scotland's Emblem.

Though historical records relating to the thistle iare vague, tradition is glib. According to one story f the Danes wese stealing barefooted through the darkness toward the Scottish camp when one of the soldiers suddenly trod upon a thistle. Involuntarily, he uttered a cry of pain, and the Scotsmen, being aroused, leaped to their feet, hurled themselves upon the Danes, and inflicted fearful slaughter upon foes. Another legend—says a writer in Toronto Globe—relates how Queen Scotia, after a hardfought battle in which she had proved victorious, threw herself down upon the ground to rest, only to be received by the prickly spines of a thistle. Up she jumped in a'fury, and plucking ug the nettle by the roots, was about to hurl it away,'when for some explained, her heart suddenly softened, and she decided that from that time forward thistles should always, be for her the emblems of victory. . So she stuck the nettle in her helmet, and Scotland has taken the thistle as its emblem ever since.

The Hickory Tree.

The tree is sajjd to have derived its name from the Indian wonl “Pawcohiccora.” This was a kind of dressing eaten with hominy which the squaws made by crushing hickory nuts in a wooden mortar, adding water until it formed a milky liquid- Early settlers are supposed to have shortened the name of hickory. The Indians got a large part of their winter food from hickory huts, some tribes in the South gathering as much as a hundred bushels per family. .V

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

The time is at hand for taking out summer clothes that have been packed away and packing away winter garments that are to do further service in another season. And this is the time, of all times, to go out after that frightful pest, the moth, that works so much havoc'from year to year, and to kill off Insects and eggs, All garments that can be washed and irqned should be made clean by this process before packing, and the ironing is to be thoroughly done with a hot iron. Garments cleaned by several immersions in gasoline may be relied upon to. be free of animal life, and sunlight is fatal, it is said, to the moth, so a good airing in sun and wind will be practical for garments that will not fade. But the moth takes up its abode in closets, baseboards, door and window casings, and all sorts of crevices; in Carpets, furniture ahd hangings, and Is hard to dislodge. , . Gasoline is a very effectual destroyer of the insect and its eggs and does no harm to the furniture, woodwork or hangings that are washed with it. It is a dangerous remedy to handle unless the right precautions are taken. But it will make a finish of moths in furniture and is the most convenient remedy to use. Choose a clear, bright day and have all the doors and windows in the rooms to be treated wide open. See that there is no fire or burning gas jet in the house or flame from any source. Take an oil can, with a long ( spout or an old tea kettle, and pour a stream of gasoline along all crevices where the moths might be lodged. Gasoline may be sprayed over chairs, couches, dfr .anywhere else that is difficult to get at. Hangings should be sprayed

Georgette Blouses Hold Center of Stage

Sometimes alone and sometimes in the company of other fine fabrics, georgette crepe in blouses continues to hold center of the stage in spring styles. Its part in the drama of fashions is amplified and made interesting by all sorts of embellishments. Silk embroidery bead embroidery, needlework, lace —in frills and insets —tucks and other stitchery, small buttons, are all anaong the available things that contribute toward the success of the star performer. And the variety of designs is interesting?. In fact, if variety is the spice of Hfein fashions, then life is highly spiced this spring, whichever way one may look. One cannot stroll far in a waist shop without coming upon blouses in the darker colored crepe among the many in white, pink and flesh. And among \the darker waists there are always havy blue models that inspire a longing to possess them in every woman of well-regulated taste. The always lovely combination of navy blue and blege is here again, and navy with American Beauty glows among the successes of the season’s color combinations. Biege combines well with many stronger colors. . In the blouse pictured a vest of ■satin, and odd cuffs of it, matching the crepe in color, help out in the construction of the model. Satin-covered buttons and both silk and bead embroidery make a yich finish fog it. It is a good choice when one is looking for a dressy blouse to match a tailored suit tn color.

Economy Corner

and then hung in the wind to allow the odor to blow away. Closets should have very special and thorough going over, as moths find lodgment in them, more frequently than in any other parts of the house. Let windows and doors remain open until the odor of the gasoline has escaped. Fumigating with sulphtlr is another remedy that ought to kill the pests. A closet that Js infected may be rid of them by burning sulphur candles in It. Close the dooT and stop up the cracks about’it after the candles are lit. Set three or four of them on the floor and let them burn to the bottom. After the fumigating, air the closet thoroughly. In -the meantime examine the clothes taken from it and treat suspected pieces to a dose of gasoline.

Just why serving afternoon tea reouires a silken apron Is a mystery, but that the little accessory is altogether fascinating and adds charm to the most enchanting of hostesses is very clear. Picture a straight knee-length apron of white taffeta striped in inchwide ribbon of black velvet and banded and sashed with the same. Why, its irresistible! Such a frivolity makes an unusual gift. The width of these aprons is generous the edges all but meeting at the back. A pretty one for home use can be an old feilk frock, for, of course, any color is permissible.

Some of the smart new sweaters are made of a sort of jersey silk brocaded into a soft pattern. These, sweaters are made with great simplicity; depending on the attractiveness of the fabric to give them charm.

For utility blouses voile deserves to be given milch consideration. It is as dainty as georgette and will stand the strain of wear and constant laundering better than anything else. It pays to buy a fine quality and to put handwork into its making and decoration, since these are the things that make a blouse high grade.

Simple evening dresses and dance frocks play an important part, in the wardrjibe of the young woman and, for the spring, pompadour taffetas are very popular. Easter is quite late this year and evening frocks selected for post-Easter festivities may be very summery in character. When pompadour taffeta is selected, only the one material is used, except where filmy net is used to drape" the top of bodice and edge the short puffed taffeta sleeves. Many dance frocks are made of fine white net, trimmed fancifully'with pufiwgpof taffeta ribbon applied in lover’s knot designs, etc., on both skirt and bodice.

Oilcloth shopping bags, made of black, shiny oilcloth, gaily painted with brilliant flowers tn red. yellow, green and blue, are decidedly cheerful and ‘make the task of marketing a brighter one. > • T

Dainty Aprons of Silk.

Brocaded Jersey Sweater.

For the Young Girl.

Oilcloth Bags and Rag Bags.

TALES FROM BIG CITIES

Gob Goes on the Rocks of the Sea of Courtship DULUTH.— The “Zenith City of the Unsalted Seas” i* watching with bated breath the adventures of one of Its gobs— C. B. Mullen, nyw of Great Lakes —out in the cruel, heartless world. It appears he’s had hard luck recently went on the rocks of the sea of court-

her. I threw her overboard. She lost me in a second. “ ‘Now I can get women. You can size me up as that kind by flashin’ me. I can go out on the street _ right now and knock me off any dame I like. I’m In the navy a year and seven months, -eruism-"t|ds—town all the time. And say, the women that fetl for me and wanted hie to marry! Oh, boy! I ain’t boostin’ myself, bift I ain’t blamin’ them any. Before I joins up with the fleet Tro an actor. I can do anything—sing, dance, play,-work legit, anything. The women wouldn’t leave me alone. They run me ragged. I thought I’d get away from them in the navy, but it sas bad here. '< “ ‘Now I want to settle down. Pm tired of the high steppin . I want a nice home ami a nice wife. She’s got to be the goods. Let me flash her and I’ll give you her nuwfjer. But I want a chance to flash a real one. So I Just want you to let them know about it. All you need to do is to let them see me. Now get It right. You can pull the story humorous, if you like. But get it across. . ~ ——And stiy, don’t give them the idea that Tm an old bird, 80, that cant knock oft a Jane without giving’ all toy dimensions. Tell them what you See. A live bird.’ ” Kissing in the Dark in the Old North State GREENSBORO, N. C. —This enterprising but otherwise placid community is exercised over a stolen kiss. The kisser is Solomon Lesser. The kissee is Mrs. SamjielJtotonhurg.. lEhe-charge -against the kisser is assault, which may

possibly send him to work on the public roads for two years. The prosecuting attorney is Clifford Frazier. The counsel for the defense is Sidney Stern. Judge Jones is the jurist who presided at the trial —-and is withholding a decision on so momentous a question. The facts seem to be about like this: The kissee is exceedingly easy to look at. There was a party. The kisser asked the kissee for a kiss.

Nothing doing. Later the kissee was seated at a piano, in the presence of her husband, the kisser and others. The lights went out. All present heflrd the kiss.; also the slamming of a door by the kisser. The kissee identifies Lesser as the kisser. Lesser admits the kiss and says he apologized to the kissee’s husband. The kissee says she dldnt scream because she couldn't be sure that her husband wasn’t kissing her, though it didn't seem to be his kind of a kiss. The prosecuting attorney argued that unless the kissee is willing, a kiss is assault. *The very foundations of society would rock if a kisser could kiss an unwilling kissee under the very eyes of her husband, so to speak, with impunity. , The attorney for the defense’ argued that a kiss, far from being an assault, was a salute that had added much to the sum total of human happiness. He said the kisser did no more than counsel himself might V av ® done in similar circumstances and temptation, or even the judge himself, and offered the kissee as evidence of the reasonableness of his argument. There is much speculation concerning the forthcoming decision of the court. The only line on it is this: The court told the kisser .that he used poor judgment in kissing a married woman and in not seeking a more suitable occasion.

Windy City Thief the Meanest Man in the World CHICAGO.— Mr. Purse Snatcher—you who grabbed the pocketbook from a care-worn wopian on Leavitt street near Belmont avenue—you are the meanest man in the world. May the sl9’that you got in the little shabby

both even barely suffice when everything Is running smoothly. So it was that when the baby died Mrs. Lebbin was forced to seek aid. Ellen’s employers donated $5 and Mrs. Lebbin obtained $lO from Henry Stehl, a saloonkeeper at 2124 Wellington avenue. From others she got a lift of 50 cents to sl, and she was returning home at seven o’clock, happly in the thought that the child woul_d.be saved from a pauper’s grave. As she approached Belmont on Leavitt, a young man rushed up, grabbed the purse Mrs. Lebbin held tightly in her hand, ran down the street and disappeared. t But Mrs. Lebbin’s baby was buried properly after all. Friends, when they heard of the robbery, hastily made up a purse. Rich Gold Mine Twice Discovered and Twice Lost STEAMBOAT SPRINGS, COLO.—The history of the Colorado Rockies abounds in adventure and romance and not the least’interesting are the stories of “lost mines.” Ope of the most interesting concerns one tn the Gore

range that has been twice discovered and twice loss. The first finder was an old trapper named Hill, who had a run oftnjps a bout-45 years agoat the head of Morrison creek, south of here. He discovered an outcropping of free gold, according to the old-timers, took samples out with him that assayed from $15,000 to to the ton, and on his deathbed he gave a description of its location too vague to reward the search that was made.

Horace Pullen, general superintendent and manager of the Council Bluffs (la.) Electric Light company, was the second finder \of this lost mine. He was hunting, and in pursuing a wounded deer got thoroughly lost before he chanced upon the outcrop of free , gold. He found his way hack to camp In the dark. He hurried to Denver, where an assay showed $17,000 to the ton. As early as snow would permit, Mr. Pullen and a prospector 4 went back to the hunting trip. He could not remember the trai*>he had taken, but Judged it was five miles from the camp. His idea of distance was gauged by his knowledge of his walking ability. The country is rough and unexplored, and lie may have been at a point where a white man never before stood. Mr. Pullen then engaged a party of surveyors, and lanes were cut through the trees 200 feet apart, and each square was gone over thoroughly. He returned again the next year with an even larger party. _ , Several other parties iuyfe gone |n search of this mine, and others will probably go. While the Hill story is more or lew vague, there 1* nothing indefinite about the Pullen story—except the location of the mine. * ‘ • I ’• V

ship. so to speak, the day before his wedding; Anyway, here’s the way a Windy City newspaper spins his yarn forTfs: 7“ “ •! was to hitch to a dame today.’ said Mr. Mullen, as he threw anchor in the city editor’s office. ‘l’m stiipng for the skirt for a couple of months, see? Blowin’ her to parties and takln’ her around. You know. Well, last night I spots her with a civilian and I’m off

wallet burn you; may whatever you buy with it to eat and drink be poison to you. For that sl9, Mr. Thief, was money that poor woman had gone out among friends and borrowed to bury her two-year-old baby, one of seven children. The woman who tost the purse is Mrs. Lena Lebbin of 2152 Barry avenue. Her husband is employed by the Deering Harvester company, but his pay is small. Her daughter, Ellen, fifteen, has a job. But the wages of