Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 169, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 19 July 1919 — Page 3

A Camp Honeymoon

By IZOLA FORRESTER

(Copyright. J 919, by the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) “Well, it’s seven miles from Nowhere, sure enough,” Dell declared with a sigh, aftea they had climbed the trail for three hours, and still the camp on Mirror lake ley far ahead of them. “I don’t- care, though. The farther the better, and I hope we’ll never see a white man all the time we’re here.” Wah-tonah, the guide, heard, and never changed his expression. If the white women who camped on the lake chose to think nobody else cared to camp there likewise, it was not his fault, nor his duty to instruct them. Two weeks before he had climbed the same trail with the three men who wanted to be where there were no women. One had been very ill. One was his brother and helped him over the rough places along the trail. The other sang much. His voice rang out in the wilds like some clear-toned bird call. The guide remembered, too, that he had been like the old hero hunters to look upon, tall and slim and strong, and he had laughed much and cheered the other two. There was no fear that they would meet unless the curling smoke of the camp fires betrayed them to each, other, but Wah-tonah felt his conscience was perfectly clear in the matter. They each had a whole side of the lake to themselves. If they would stay on their own sides there would be no trouble. And here he had a happy thought. Gravely he looked at the three; the one too fat, the one too thin, the one with the hair like sunlight and eyes like deep water in shadow. He did not know their names, but this, one he liked best, so he addressed her. ■ “Too much bear on lake,” he told her. “Not where you go. All good there. Too much bear other side lake.” “We'll stay right on our own side, thanks, Wah-tonah,” Beth said promptly. “Anyway, we’re all pretty good shots.” But she remembered what he had said. After the second week at the camp one day she had swung out into the woods to pick berries, and there came a suspicious crackling in the underbrush. Watching keenly, she heard the slow, heavy movements of a body pushing its way through, and before she thought twice she had slung her rifle to her shoulder and sent a good shot straight at the moving bushes. Almost instantly there came a good, leavy broadside of strong language, and Beth sat tight on a log, longing to laugh and only glad the shot had not taken effect. > Out from the woods came her “big game,” six feet two, dressed in khaki, and frankly furious. At sight of her he stopped short, stared and then laughed with her. “Well, you did clip my hat,” he said ruefully, showing the two neat holes through the peaked crown. “Do I look like a bear?” 7 “You acted just like one,” said Beth. “How was Ito know. Wah-tonah, our guide, told me there wasn’t a soul up here hut us, and there were bears on the other side of the lake.” “The cheerful liar!” exclaimed the intruder. “He took our whole outfit up there a month ago, and knew we were going to stay, and he s been up with supplies twice since, and never told us anybody was here but ourselves. “We’ve got a dandy camp down oh the shore in that little curve where the pine grove is. Probably he didn’t tell us about you because —well, my aunt’s with us, and Dell, that’s her daughter; Dell’s just had a really terrible experience. She is completely disillusioned, and the engagement’s broken, and we came up here to try and make her forget. She had heard of the lake from him, and always wanted to come, I believe." ' “Isn’t that too bad!” Stanley settled himself beside her sympathetically. “May I help pick berries, too? Maybe we can fix up a tigice whereby I’ll trade fresh fish with you for huckleberry pies; how’s that? I’m dying for a whole pie. We’re not much on< cooking, any of us. There’s Frank Carter —maybe you’ve heard of him, awfully clever fellow, scientist at Columbia —and his brother, Hal. I roomed with Carter during our post-grad, years and when he had to come up here with Hal, I told him I’d stand by. He’s been pretty, sick; nervous breakdown and worry.” "Halbert Carter?” queried Beth, eagerly. “Why, he’s the man, you know.” “The man?” “Yes, the one Dell was engaged to, and they were to be married this fall, and she went to visit a girl friend, Madelaine Collier, and she found out he’d been engaged to her, too.” “Well?” Stanley tried to look serfc ous. “But he had told Dell she was the only girl he had ever loved.’’ “Didn’t that prove It, when he’d found out the other was a mistake?” “I don’t know.” Beth looked away from him over at the waters of the lake. “I suppose to men engagements are just happenings, but perhaps they don’t realize there are girls who are different, who really do believe in— * “What?” “Why, in romance, don't you know,” She flushed a little, but went on, feeling she was pleading Dell’s cause against one who was an infidel in the faith of loving. 2 “It was an awful

shock to her to find out he had been all through a real engagement before. Madelaine told her she had even started her trousseau.” ■ “It may do her good to tell her”— his tone took on a quick sternness as he stood up—“that Hal’s absolutely smashed up over her silly nonsense. He loved her completely. He made us bring him up here because it seemed they hpd planned to spend their honeymoon nere in camp—” “That’s what Dell told me. I must get back, or they’ll miss me.” “Let’s try and tie up these ends of romance again, you and I?’, he said. “And don’t 1 think me an infidel. I be-, lleve, too, in love at first sight.” She ran back down the overgrown path to the camp with his words ringing in her ears and a guilty load on her conscience. But the secret of the other campers was as safe with her as with Wah-tonah, and when she coaxed Dell to take a long hike with her she never betrayed the plan Stanley had laid out. He was to bring Halbert halfway round the lake, up to the rocky point where the pines were and leave him there to rest just when Dell would find her way up the narrow trail. The two conspirators waited down at the base of the cliff. They had known each other now for two whole weeks, and when Dell and Mrs. Cameron had marveled at the fish Beth caught she only smiled happily. There was too much at stake to give the secret away. “How long shall we leave them up there?” asked Beth, hopefully. “Till they come down. If there had been any trouble she’d have come flying back the minute she saw him. It’s all right. I’ll bet a cooky they get married up here Mid chase us all away,” he laughed up at her. “I’ve had a corking time, haven’t you? I wonder if you still believe that?” “What?” “Love at first sight.” Above them there came, a whistle, then a hail from Hal. “Don’t answer yet,” he began. “They won’t miss us a bit. Didn’t you know the first day we met that —” “They’re coming down,” said Beth. “I know it’s all right.” He took her two hands in his and forced her to turn to him. “I’ve never even asked a girl to marry me before,” he said, “and here you won’t even listen to me. I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you back to camp if you don’t answer me.” She laughed Up at him teasingly as Dell and Halbert came in sight together. “I’d love a honeymoon in camp, too," she said.

BIRD SAVED LOST BATTALION

And for That Reason “President Wilson” Has Been Cited for the D. S. C. The carrier pigeon that saved the “Lost Battalion” was a visitor here the other day with the third assistant secretary of war. This winged messenger, named President Wilson, is the sole survivor of a basket of signal corps pigeons that attempted to carry messages from the “Lost Battalion” to headquarters. For this service the war department has cited it for the Distinguished Service cross. In action it had its left leg shot away. The official citation of President Wilson follows: “During the operations of the tanks in the St. Mihiel offensive, one big blue bird, known to his trainer as President Wilson, working from the tanks, carried messages of importance with such rapidity of flight as to call forth commendations from the signal officer of the first corps. Transferred to the Meuse-Argonne sector, with station at Cuisy, President Wilson again proved his mettle. It was on the morning of November 5, the big blue, with his leg shot off, arrived at his loft. His flight, the second on this front, was made in 21 minutes, over a distance of 20 kilometers. Particularly creditable was the performance of President Wilson because of the fact that he homed in a heavy rain and fog. A powerful bird, of wonderful vitality, the big blue recovered quickly, and to-* day graces the Hall of Honor of the American pigeon service. President Wilson is officially designated as U. S. A. 18, 16374, b. c.”—Philadelphia Ledger.

Noted Chinese Engineer.

Jeme Tien-yu, better known among Chinese as Chan Tien-yu, died recently at Hankow. He was the builder of the Peklng-Kglgan. railway, the only purely Chinese railway, and has held many important posts in connection with China’s railways and the ministry of communications. In building the Kalgan road he made a record for efficiency and success in. doing good work at small cost not yet equaled by an foreign engineer in China in any large undertaking. He was Amer-ican-trained. —Far Eastern Bureau Bulletin. '

Welcome Troops With Song.

- In Frankford, Pa., the war camp community service has organized singing groups to welcome home the boys and to have the groups participate Jn the great peace celebration which Is scheduled for May. The groups will be divided into adult community units, female Industrial units and children’s unit!}, and will be so distributed about the town that the total number of voices, will number about 10,000.

Seems So.

“You frequently see a doctor at the head of a South American republic.” "They are evidently experts at feeling the pulse.”—Louisville CourierJournal.

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How Jerusalem Wails

X z » '^E-KE-00 —Te-ke-oothe • • I notes ring out, poignant, pitiful; “Te-ke-oo.” Once again it resounds in the hoary rifts of the “wailing wall,” remnant of Hebrew glory, symbol of Hebrew fall. Piercing, clear, it heralds a mighty surge of grief. For from the gloom of a hundred souls a cry is wrung, uncanny in the smiling sunshine, writes Marian Weinstein to the Chicago Dally News. Th'b Jews of Jerusalem have come to mourn, to pray. They have brought to their Father the sting of tffeir newest affliction, the fresh page in their long tragedy —the slaughter of their brethren in free Galicia. The bearded elders in their faded caftans bend and sway over their huge tomes. Their earlocks brush the yellowing leaves of prayer. Apart on the cobbled street sit shawled women, sear, fleshless, resting their quivering forms against a native hut. Their younger sisters, old-young women, press the temple ruin. Now they fondle the stones and now they Clutch them in despair, choking dry sobs. Beypnd, a girl is weeping. She has lived through a Russian pogrom. There is a lull in the wail. For a moment the mass of motley headgear—skull caps, turbans, fezzes —ceases to sway. . But only for a moment And now the little Talmud Torah boys come from their schools, tiny replicas, with their side curls and long coats, of their elders. They file in under their rabbi’s eye, a look of awe on their pale faces. All United in Mourning.

Jerusalem has forgotten its squabbles. In this hour of prayer and mourning before their Maker all Jews are brothers. “A dole, a dole,” a wretched bundle of rags whimpers through the. crowd. Between two sputtering candles against the wall a khaki-clad soldier from the Jewish battalion pauses to read the call to this prayer that was posted for days in the streets of the Holy City, in Hebrew and in Yiddish. “Terrible reports come to us, one after the other, from Galicia. Enemies of Israel shed Jewish blood like water. Hundreds of Jewish victims have been murdered amid all sorts of atrocities, Countless innocents, men, women and children, our people’s most pious souls, have falleh. tn Lemberg alone 108, butchered and burned, were buried in one grave. Scores of scrolls of the law have been destroyed, and such outrages were committed as in the day of the destruction of the temple. All our brethren in Galicia are in deadly terror. “Our elders, therefore, have met and decided that the whole community—men, women and children —should assemble Tuesday at 8 o’clock, Arabic time, at the temple ruin to read the psalms and blow the shophar that the Lord above may take pity upon our brethren.” “Ibrahim! Ibrahim!” A shrill cry strikes the air. From the roof of her stone hut a swarthy Arab woman calls her son, who has somehow been caught in the walling, swaying multitude. “Ibrahim!” - At the Walling Place. The Jewish soldier rescues the reluctant Ibrahim just as a score of British Tommies appear in the wake of a Moslem guide. “Here you have the Jews’ walling wall,” he recites in a sing-song. “The upper stones were built in the time of the Romans, but the lower blocks belonged to Solomon's temple. Here the Jews come every Friday to wail.” “ The Mvish soldier has recognized a fellow Jew in an American Red Cross doctor, standing thoughtfully at the edge of the praying crowd. • “From what part of the States are you?’ he whispers eagerly. ‘Tm from Philly. I thought you might be, too.” Down the stony steps leading to the wailing place new figures are ever hurrying, scurrying. The Talmud Torah children are leaving with their rabbi. The weeping girl leans against the Arab hut now. her eyes half closed, her lips trembling. The oldyoung women still cling to the wall as if the God whose ear they seek were In Its very stones.

Wailing Wall of the Jews.

“A dole, a dole.” The beggar renews her quest. The sun sinks lower and lowfir, but still they come, old and young, the Jews of Jerusalem. The praying forms never weary. Ever their cry rings above the noise of the city, a centuries old cry.

DIDN’T LET STOMACH KNOW

Simple Manner in Which a Struggling Pittsburgher Acquired a Competence. A Pittsburgh man, by thrift and economy, acquired a competence from a most humble beginning, but until he related his experience to his friends In the bank where he did business they were unable to discover the real secret of his success. Here is his story, according to the Pittsburgh Dispatch: He started to work on the South side at $8 per week and was soon advanced to $lO and later to sl2. When he was marked up to sl4 he got married, beginning double team life in two rooms in one of the alleys nigh to Carson street. His boss thought so well of his marriage he added $2 more per week to his income. He bought a small lot in the alley, put up a little house and ere long was living free of rent. Then he annexed a lot, erected another house and found himself a landlord. Another legacy of $2 a week was his good fortune and at last followed prosperity that enabled him to live without daily toil. “Well,” said the president of the bank, “you have not told these tellers and young fellows in the bank the real secret of your success, as you confided it privately to me,” and, laughing, the man said: “Oh, yes, I know what you mean. Well, boys, I told you I started at $8 per week and, believe me, no matter how often I was advanced in wages, I never let my stomach know that I was on any other than $8 weekly allowance.” This explained his comfortable bank balance. Moral: Go thou and do likewise. “Own a home.”

In Bengal there are about seventy millions of people, and they boast of perhaps the best culture in India, at the present time. The language as a written language is only fifty years old. Though for over a thousand years it has been a dialect, there is in Indian history unfortunately no trace of Bengali having been an important literary tongue. The language has borrowed its alphabet, grammar and vocabulary. Ther'e are numerous Persian, Arabic apd English words incorporated in it, and, the wonder of it is that, instead of having been degraded into some vulgar form like pidgin English, Bengali has become the most literary, scientific and perhaps the most philosophic of modern Indian languages.

Workmen Marooned High In Air.

A violent windstorm recently swept across Great Salt lake, and overland tntp Ogden, which It coated with a thin layer of salt. Buildings, pedestrians, sidewalks and automobiles were all “salted” impartially. The only real damage dpne, however, was in the destruction of a 200-foot scaffold around a concrete grain elevator. Six unfortunate workmen, who were on top of a finished part of the elevator, 100 feet in the air, at the time of the collapse, were completely marooned until rescued with extension ladders by the local fire department —Popular Mechanics Magazine.

The master of a Glasgow school was presiding over the reading lessons of the third standard when the child whose turn it to read came across the word “hireling.” “What Is a hireling’?’ asked the teacher. The boy thought for a moment or two, and then replied, “I don’t know.” The question was next propounded to the entire class, with a like result. The master then explained the meaning of the word as lucidly as he could and, at the conclusion of his expla nation, repeated the. question. “Please, sir,” replied the ooy at dressed, “you’re a hireling; JO’*** paid to teach us."

Cultured Hindus.

Personal Illustration.

Home Town Helps

YOUR TOWN. Real towns are not made by men afraid Lest some one else gets ahead; When everyone works and. nobody shirks You can raise a town from the dead. Ind If while you make your personal stake Your neighbor makes one, too, four town will be what you want it to be, It Isn’t your town—lt’s you.\ ts you want to live in the kind of a town Like the kind of a town you like, , You needn’t slip your clothes in a grip And start on a long, long hike. You will only find what you left behind. For there's nothing that’s really new. It’s a knock at yourself when you knock your town. It isn’t your town, It’s you! —Helen Perkins, in New York Sun

CONSTRUCT POOL IN GARDEN

In Added Attractiveness It Is Worth All the Time and Trouble That It Entails. A very Interesting and attractive garden pool can be made with a little hard work and at a small expense, and where the garden is sufficiently large the pool adds wonderfully to the artistic make up. In an amateur’s garden recently the owner was caught in the set of putting on the finishing touches of the pool and its decorations. The garden was in the rear of the house and the pool was in the left hand corner at the rear. Not in the extreme rear corner, •as back of it was a bed of iris arranged in semicircular form in front, bordering a gravel walk. Back of this was a bed of peonies and the corner was to be filled later with salvia, backed with cannas. The gardener had -dug the pool himself. It was about ten feet in diameter and two feet six inches deep. In the bottom stones had been laid and the bottom and side covered with cement. A rockery was made of a lot of large stones encountered in digging, with a few brought in from a neighboring field to complete the work. The rockery was not in the center, but to one side at the rear of the pool. An iron pipe led off to the gutter in the rear for an overflow. The bottom was covered with odd stones that had been selected for the purpose on various motor trips in the country and gave a natural appearance to the pool. A few handfuls of frogs’ spawn had been gathered and placed in the pool, ferns and rushes had been planted and water lilies ware to be set out later, after which a few gold fish will be added. There is no fountain or inlet to the pool; the water is supplied by the lawn hose. 'this idea can be followed by gardeners, who find that the pool and bog garden not only adds to the beauty and interest of the garden, but it is a source of considerable pleasure as well.

IMPORTANT FACTOR OF CITY

Nothing Really of Greater Moment Than the Question of Proper Transportation. A city Is a big business institution. Not merely in the business it undertakes of its own, but rather in the part It plays in the business of the whole community. Take the comfort of Its citizens, for instance. During the war the lumbermen found they had relatively little labor trouble in camps in which it wbs possible for families to live a normal, wholesome life. Schools, churches, medical attendance, amusements—*ll entered into the labor problem. What was true in the camps is true in every city. The comforts available for people help to determine the business possibilities of the city. Another important business factor is that of the traffic system. In addition to street railway transportation, there must be adequate trafficways to handle business. It must be possible for people to get quickly and easily from one part of the city to another and it must be possible to deliver goods readily. Would a large automobile plant be able to turn out its enormous production of cars daily if it were cluttered up, if its passageways were relatively as narrow and congested as those of Kansas City?—Kansas City Star.

A Word for the Wild Bird.

A suburban or city home may be very attractive to people, but not attractive to the birds. Remember, they are not looking for beauty parlors. The thrifty little songster is in constant danger from the cat. It is claimed that in the state of New York there are five cats to every farm. It is no wonder the cry is coming from the various states all over the Union that plants, trees, and vegetables are being taken, whole crops of them, by pests, when the family cats —persistent bird killers—are kept and encouraged. Give the wild birds a chance by assuring them protection and an attractive nesting place. Note how they repay you. A free orchestra, with your fruits, flowers and garden thrown in.—Thrift Magazine.

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Many Motors Use Coal Gas.

Evidence laid before the English gas traction committee by manufacturers of flexible gas containers shows that about 4,500 commercial motor vehicles have been converted to the use of coal gas.

Quite Naturally.

“Hew did the play about the amateur cook pan out?” • On* It had a lot of good roles.”

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