Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 182, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 4 August 1919 — Page 2

Eleventh Hour Pete

By KOLA FORRESTER

r* (Copyright, l»i>, by McClure New** paper Syndicate.) They had called him “Eleventh Hour Pete" at home long before he had ever gone into training camps all through his leisurely boyhood days and later through his ’teens when he helped his father at the old sawmill on the side of Rocky Knob. “Randy’s purty slow going," old Halsey would say, watching his overgrown, lanky son toss slabs out the side door to the big pile on the sloping hillside. “But he’s as steady as the river. It goes down and it ain’t good for nothin’ half the year, but when it does start off it makes up for lost time." The other boys at school had nicknamed him “Eleventh Hour Pete” as soon as they discovers! his propensity for landing right at the last minute. Ju.st before the hell rang at' nine, Randy’s bare feet would get over the doorsill <*f the entry. .Just a minute before the teacher was ready to mark him down a failure, he would spell the word right, and as Elva laughingly said, “Just when a girl thought he didn’t have nerve enough to kiss a rag baby, he’d grab you around the neck and kiss you rougher than any of the other boys." Anti Elva was somewhat of a judge when it came to methods, even at twelve. “Reckon you’ll marry Elviry Wilson some day. won’t you. Randy?” his mother would ask tentatively, and Randy’d look self-conscious and dodge the direct issue with a smile. But all the years at home Elva had led his fancy by a golden cord. Just the sight of her dancing ahead along the country road was enough. Her liair was red, not bright carroty red, but a shiny sort of chestnut, and it hung in tong, thin, home-tended curls below her waist. Then her eyes were hazel, cat’s eyes, the other girls called them, and there was a provocative lift to her upper lip that started even Randy’s slow blood to moving faster. Yet he enlisted without asking her to marry him. and went overseas with everybody at the Knob prophesying Elva would marry somebody else while he was gone, and asking why on earth he hadn’t taken her, when she was willing. “Of course I’d marry Randy,” she said flatly and proudly, when they teased her about him. “Why not? He’s the only fellow on the mountain with any good looks or nene.” “Didn’t have nerve enough to ask you. just the same," Tuck Phillips chuckled. “He had nerve • enough not to, didn't he? Randy isn’t the sort to marry a girl so as to give her an allotment and then run the chance of leaving her a widow.” Elva’s big eyes were bright with anger. “And, say. Tuck, just because you’re over age is no reason why you can’t enlist. They’re taking them in the marines. you know, bigger and older than you are.” Two years later Tuck drove down to the county seat after a marniage license. No news had come from Randy after the first year, and he had been reported missing after the big spring drive. When the troops began coming home, Elva watched every day for news of him. but the days passed and months until Tuck found her in a tired, helpless mood one day. Her father had had a stroke after one of TiTsuSUiiT electionfights? ’EIeCTIOTi oti' Rocky Knob was something more than a mere form of government. It was the one day in the year when custom almost commanded all loyal citizens to uphold their personal principles and prejudices against all comers, and the judge was famous for his election tilts’. But this day they had carried him back up the mountain a quiet, limp old figure, and Elva had cared for him. ’ Tuck came daily. In his way he was gentle and tactful, and the judge liked him. There were three hundred and some odd acres of land to look after, and all the timber besides. “I’m gone by, Elva.” he said. “Better get a man you can trust to look after things. Tuck's right next to us, and he's been a good neighbor. I give my consent right now.” “But Randy may come back.” “He ain’t never had the gumption to ask you, has he? Ain't you got any Dride at all for a girl that don’t have to pick up with the first one that comes along?” Elva had winced, and when Tuck asked her again that night, she had nodded wearily. “Only just one thing. Tuck,” she added with a flash of her old spirit. “I think I ought to tell you this. There ain’t any man on earth ever can be to me what Randy was.” “Well. I guess I don’t have to worry over that. He ain’t on earth.” he told her slowly. . / “He’s never been lifted dead.” Tuck toed the ground industriously and looked at the pattern he traced. “I didn’t want to tell you. but Harley Evans came back last night, and he was Randy’s bunkie for months after they went over. He says he.saw Bandy die just before they picked him up to take to They left Bandy behind.” rie stopped short. She had dropped her face Ln her two hands 'and her stillness startled . him. He laid ,his hand on her shoulder appealingly. *l'll good to jrouf Elva.”

-- ~The day before the wedding she Mt with her father in the sunny little side room whose windows overlooked the valley, (Jhe byone the Women neighbor. 4 ,' dropped in and her girl friends.' buT"Elvaji4fs like “one called” as <Hd Miss farter put it. “Got a look in her eyes never was on land or sea. Bet two cents to a collar button she’s sorrowing after Rand.v yci?’ It was nearly terrllmt night when sb<* slipped out of the house. It was a good mile down the valley road to the sawmill, but she followed it easily in the moonlight. It was just to take a last look at 'his home, at the river winding through the valley meadows where they had played as. children, and the falls whose music she had always loved. Th, !'■ was a point of land that Jutted out ttbove them with a clump of short, scrub pines on it, and a little curve. of sandy shore. Here Randy had always kept his boat, an old. red. flat-bottomed one, add they had rowed out in it, she baling water With an old sardine can, he tipping it up as he stood on the stern seat, and fished for perch and sunfish ami the slippery pickerel. She went down to the beach and found his boat half burled in the drifting sand, and while she knelt there, her head against it, she heard Randy singing far down the valle> road. It came'to her like a dream, the clear boyish lilt. And it was no new song he sang, but a little old melody they had both known years ago. “Take the long, long road with me, dear. And I’ll be true to you, For I'm going far away, dear, Upon the. waters blue!” “Rand.v!” She held her hands against her breast, the tears blinding her. as she stumbled out of the pines to face him. and Randy covered the last lap on the homestretch in quicker time than he ever had any march abroad. “Thought I’d get here in time," he said finally, releasing- her and holding her away so he coirfrt- see Tier face. "Dad wrote me you were going to marry Tuck, and the blame letter followed me around till it hit me finally just as we were leaving the last hospital.” “Why did he tell me you were dead?” “Maybe he thought so,” Randy grinned happily. “I found out how to play 'possum good many years ago, tell him.”

Stories of Longfellow.

A Massachusetts .paper has this reminiscence of the poet Longfellow, a story which he related himself: “One of the many visitors who came to his house rushed up to him with the exclamation, ‘Mr. Longfellow, I have long desired the honor of knowing you, sir. I am one of the few men who have read your “Evangeline.” ’ And another minor bard who was visiting htm, noticing the handsome trees on his place, said, T see, Mr. Longfellow, that you have many handsome trees. I love trees.’ condescendingly. In telling of this incident Mr. Longfellow remarked, ’lt was as if the man gave a certificate to all the neighboring vegetation.’ An English visitor, without letters of introduction, gaVe the following embarrassed excuse for his visit: ‘ls this Mr. Longfellow?/ Well, sir, as you have no ruins in your country I thought—l thought—l would call to see you,’ ”

Wouldn’t Do at All.

Gerry had an unreasonable fear of dogs. Thinking to cure him of this his father decided to get one for him. Gerry didn't much like the idea, but nevertheless he was greatly excited when his father telephoned the new pet would ’arrive at noon. Visjons of the butcher’s collie that had tried to scrape acquaintance with him. and of the Newfoundland puppy belonging to a cousin filled his mind, so that when hisfather arrived Gerry nearly fell headlong down the stairs in his eagerness to see his new playmate. When his father produced from a small basket a stubby-tailed Boston bull, Gerry eyed it fearfully, then said with a pout. “That ain’t no kind of a dawg to have, how'm I gonna tell when he ain't gonna bite? I want a dawg with a long wag!’

Gipsy Vocabulary.

Some curious and interesting information regarding gipsies is to be found in an old book dated ISI6. It mentions a report freely circulated at that time, that a member of the English parliament had stated to the house of commons that there were no less than. 36,000 gipsies in Great Britain. It gives a vocabulary of many of their words. They call the sun “chum,” the moon “chun,” bread and butter “kalmaro,” drink “levin dag jukou.” beer “limbar." old day “shil dewes,” silver “dupe.” hot day “tat dewfes,” and night “rauL” At that time, it is stated, not one gypsy in a thousand could read.

Rat Plague in England.

Brown rats are increasing so rapidly in rural England that they have become a plague and the board of agriculture |is preparing for a campaign the rapacious rodent. Immense loss es wheat has been caused by the rats. In some districts unthreshed stacks have been riddled with rat runs and are almost fallen tn. It is estimated that a grown rat can eat two ounces of wheat a day and spoil inuch more.

Its Fate.

“Sometimes I am tempted to believe that as far as dignity is concerned, legislative bodies have not a rag left.” “Oh, yes, they have; they’re chewing it” ’

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Scorch Marks. If not too severe scorch marks are most effectually remedied by soaking the part in cold water and exposing to the rays of the sun, moistening afresh as it dries, until the blemish disappears. To remove scorch from linen, put two ounces of fuller's earth into a saucepan, add half an ounce of White soap, the juice of two large onions and one cupful of vinegar. Boil together for a few minutes, strain into a jar, and keep covered for future use, Spread on the scorched parts with H knife, and allow It to dry on. The stain will soon disappear. If the garment is scorched with ironing, rub a lump of dry starch on the mark. Then sponge it off. Repeat till the yellow disappears. Iron-Mold and Dry-Ink Stains. Iron-mold and dry-ink stains may be removed by placing the stained material in a hot solution of salts of sorrel or salts of lemon, and leaving it to steep until they disappear; or by placing the stained part over a basin and pouring boiling water through to moisten the stain, which enables the chemical action to take place more rapidly.. Then a small quantity of salts of lemon or -salts of sorrel should be placed on the stain and rubbed firmly in, and boiling water again poured through. If the first application does not remove it, the process must be repeated. If the Iron mold is due to old iron rust, neither of the above-mentioned chemicals may remove It successfully. A pinch

Hats and Parasols Interpret Summer

Hats and parasols that interpret midsummer —and make us long to have them always with us —are here. It is glorious summer and headwear hints of every outdoor pleasure. Brimmed hats and parasols, not much more substantial looking than white clouds, cast pleasant shadows over eyes that feast themselves upon the out-of-doors. It is impossible to ’ crowd more than three or four of these summer inspirations into one picture, but the group above manages to include some typical and very beautiful styles in the present season’s offerings. Beginning with the parasol, it is a white silk affair, with white enameled wood handle, such as may be found in the stores everywhere and every summer; for it is always good style. It is stenciled with lavender wisteria in a wreath about it, but the resourceful woman who wishes to may stencil it with any other flower or with a flight of birds. And don’t overlook the fact that a white parasol throw’s a flattering light upon the face. At the left of the group, one of those glorified sport styles, known as veranda hats, is shown. It is made of row on i*w of narrow* satiiF ribbon, with little figures woven in it They appear to be those two mascots known as Nanette and Rintintin, now that peace has arrived, settled down to domestic joys. Such hats are at once smart and informal. At the right the always welcome wide-brimmed leghorn hat is pictured, with a facing of georgette crepe and an upper brim edged and ornamented with tuscan braid. Maidenhair fern and Mttle braid blossoms stray over the crown, and a sash

Economy Corner

of oxalic acid, which is a strong chemical, may then have the desired effect. It is used in exactly the same manner as salts of lemon but it must be used with great care, as it is Injurious to fabrics. To remove ink stains from white material 'before the ink is quite dry, sprinkle with salt and rub with half a lemon. Rinse off the acid and wash at once. When ink stains are dry, but fresh, they may be removed by dipping the stained in buttermilk, or milk that has been boiled; change the milk frequently, then wash the article well. To Remove Iron Rust. Spots of iron rust which are so likely to be found on white dresses and aprons may be easily removed in the following way: Place a small lump of*cream of tartar on the spot of iron rust, and tie up the dress goods so as to hold the cream of tartar on the spot Do the same to all the spots of iron rust and put the clothes into the boiler. After boiling, the clothes will be perfectly white and free from spots.

Sports Handkerchiefs.

Sports handkerchiefs may be said to be-abit lurid. Some of them have dared to be made of bright plaid linens, green and blue plaid being among the favorites. Other sports handkerchiefs are in plain bright colors with hand-rolled hems whipped in either white or black threads, with blocked monograms also in white or black.

of velvet ribbon makes a proper finale to this favored midsummer composition. Airiest and most picturesque of summer hats is shown at the bottom of the group. It is a poke bonnet shape with brim of hair braid and crown of georgette crepe, with roses and. foliage clambering over It. There is nothing so good, for a finishing touch, as the sash of velvet ribbon —that is 'tied about the crown.

For Plain Sailor Hat

Black bonnaz embroidery in Moorish design ornaments a plain sailor hat of jade green Baronette satin. The brim of this hat rolls upward slightly and embroidery is placed on the underbrim as well as on the crown. Brown caterpillar straw faces the brim of s pink taffeta hat and the brown straw is embroidered in pink silk with- a loose looped stitch.

Veilings Are Active.

The demand for veilings, nettings and chiffons in black, navy, brown and tan have shown special activity of late. Exclusive patterns in elastic veils have been taken very freely by the retail trade, and reorders in some cases have beep even larger than the original bookings. ’ In designs the hand-run butterfly and. spray effects have met with very satisfactory results. - * ’

EARLY HISTORY OF COFFEE

Traditions Differ, but the Beve'rage Has Been Appreciated for Many Hundreds of Years.

There is a tradition to the effect that coffee was found growing wild in Arabia some 600 years ago by Hadji Omar, a dervish. Hadji Omar was dying of hunger in the desert, when he found some small, round berries and tried to'eat them. They were, however, too bitter. After roasting them he finally steeped them in water —and found the decoction as cefreshing as if he had partaken of solid food. Upon his return to Mohka, he brought his discovery to the attention of “the wise man.” who were so well pleased therewith that they pro- . claimed Hadji Omar a saint. In the Bibliotheque Nationale 'at Paris there is a Manuscript written in Arabic by one Abdelcader, who avers that coffee was drunk for the first time in Arabia in the fifteenth century. Other authorities have it that coffee was used in Persia as early as the ninth century, but there Is little evidence to bear out their contention. Abdelcader’s story of the discovery of coffee is as follows: A certain Arab, Gemalledin, a judge fn Aden, while traveling to Persia —or, as the historians correct the manuscript, to Abyssinia—observed people using coffee as medicine. Gemalledin so eni; ployed it, and was cured of an illness. Later, on becoming a monk, he taught his brethren in Aden the use of the berry. ' No opposition to the use of coffee appears to have been offered until the middle of the sixteenth century,-when the Egyptian sultan sent a new governor, Chair Bey, to Mecca. The governor knew nothing of the beverage and became greatly enraged at the Sight of the dervishes drinking coffee In the mosques. Upon consulting with two Persian physicians he decided that coffee was a substitute for wine, which was prohibited by the Koran, "and" that, therefore. "coffee - drinking was a violation of Mohammed’s law. The result was a decree forbidding the use of coffee. All berries that could be found were gathered and burned in the market place. When Chair Bey reported his action to the sultan, it is said that he received this written reply: “Your physicians are asses. Our lawyers and physicians in Cairo are better informed. They recommend the use of coffee, and I declare that no faithful will lose heaven because he drinks coffee.”

Abyssinians Claim Recognition.

A delegation from Abyssinia bearing rich gifts of ivory and silks for the announced purpose of congratulating France on her recent victory, appeared at the peace conference in Paris. This is in strict accordance with the ancient oriental procedure. The real purpose of a visit is not disclosed until preliminary ceremonies are concluded. These native Africans —whose rulers claim descent from Solomon and the queen of Sheba —wished to be in on the carving up of the world, for they have interests which seem vital to them, although little known to the rest of the world. Seated in that natural bastion of Africa, the Abyssinians imve lived in greater or less security /or unknown centuries. They are not negroes. but a mixture of Hamitic and Semitic races, with a culture of their own and professing the Christian religion, being a branch of the Coptic church of Egypt. Until recently they have been unmolested save by native tribes.

“Five Shillings and Upward”

Among the many “lots” of tremendous interest disposed of at the recent much-discussed sale of the Medici archives in London, none surely were more interesting than the ledgers, accountbooks and memoranda of various members of the Medici family as bankers and merchants, which were disposed of en bloc. What a field for some twentieth century Carlylean transmuter of the dry-as-dust into vivid story f All the tale of Florentine trade, finance, rates of wages, taxes, prices of land, live stock and produce is there, to say nothing of the revelation made of what the Florentine paid for his things of gold and things of silver, his jewelry and ornaments. Whether or not the sale was a success from the point of view of its promoters does not transpire, but it is a terrible thing, surely, to read of any of the contents of the Medici archives being “knocked down,” as they were, for “ss. and upward.”

Once for Terre Haute.

Three-year-old Mary Ellen McKee of Terre Haute believes that “nice and clean” are inseparable expressions, because they apply to objects to which she ’ is most accustomed —namely, hands, dresses, toys, etc. The other day was taken to her first vaudeville. She was impressed by the. performance, and when she arrived home tried to describe it for mother’s benefit. “Oh, it was the prettiest show,” she begah. and then enthusiastically, “It was so nice and clean.” Then she wouldn’t understand why the family laughed.—lndianapolis News.

Jap Industry Stimulated.

The war has greatly stimulated the Japanese to undertake the manufacture of leather, and several large factories have been established in Tokyo and other districts. Owing to the undeveloped condition of the live stock industry in Japan? practically all the leather used In the manufacture of boots and shoes had heretofore been imoorted. i.

BE HAPPY TODAY

.. No Sense in Rostponing Period of Joyousness. Much Good Sense in Writer’s Assertion That, Following the Great War, Most of Us Take Things Too Seriously. There is not only a possibility but a probability that most of us in these stressed times are losing the fine flo-wer anl zest of life by taking life and ourselves too seriously. The mistake, for it is a mistake, is natural. . Wfe are just emerging from a . war that ‘may «or may not have been the Armageddon of prophecy, but it certainly resembled that vast gathering of the nations in its great outlines, and nations as well as Individuals are still engaged, so to speak, In stock-taking after its termination, If Indeed we have come to the end of It. Some are looking forward to a new business era of unprecedented opportunity in trade and money-making; others are looking apprehensively for a still further unsettlement of the world’s equilibrium incidental to the peace-making, and others still are looking for a new heaven and new earth and *the dawn of millennial peace ancfhappiness. But all are looking to the future and putting their hopes of happiness in its keeping. All seem to have put off by general cogent the attainment of happiness ‘until tomorrow. Happiness is still a thing to come, not a thing we may and should and can receive today along the common road of everyday life. We are all too much Inclined to run hither and thither wherever the loudest voice may call attention, instead of quietly pursuing the even tenor of our way, taking account of what happiness means to us Ipdividu; ally. We must, of course, bear manfully our part of the world’s burdens, but our shoulders are not broad or strong enough to bear, like Atlas, the weight of the whole world. Especially is the summer season one that should invite us to repose, joyousness and happiness if we will but enjoy its lavish beauty and fulness of content. We should try to forget for a few weeks at least, for a few months if possible, the storm and stress and the wbrld. The summer is nature’s season of fruition, of recuperation, of enjoyment. Don’t waste it in fretting and repining, but drink in its inspiration as your lungs inhale the invigorating breeze that comes over 3,000 miles of ocean. The world probably will not run off the track while you are doing this, and when you come back to your usual work you will be all the bfetter able to help steady it in its course —Exchange.

A Link With Rousseau.

A well-known writer in Paris, M. Remezy, can, if he chooses, step into Jean Jacques Rousseau’s shoes —shoes, moreover, that the great genius made himself. The Paris correspondent of the London Evening Standard tells their interesting story: In the little village of Ermenonville, i where Rousseau is buried, there was an inn where he often went. Giard, the innkeeper, was an intimate friend of Rousseau, and he kept on the top of a cupboard a pair of wooden shoes that Rousseau had made. Jean Jacques, after wearing them himself, had given them to the innkeeper, In the early days of the nineteenth century the poet Fabre d’Eglantine visited the little inn, saw the shoes with a paper label on them, and offered to buy one for £2OO or -give £SOO for the pair. The offer was refused. When the innkeeper died he left the sabots to his granddaughter, and she at her death left them to her nephew, M. Paul Bleuze, who sold them or gave them to Remezy.

Rare Carpets Reproduced.

There is now on display in London carpets that surprise those who are unacquainted with the strides-made in manufacture by British factories<durijpg the war. The carpets claimed to be exact reproductions of rard Eastern carpets and are offered at prices not much higher than ordinary loom productions.. The most remarkable feature about them is considered to be the true rendering of that eastern luster which has hitherto defied successful copying. Some of the most notable reproductions are those of the seventeenth century corqnation carpets which were made for the shah of Persia, the Khorassan rug and the famous carpet manufactured for the Sheik Ismail, the original of which hangs in the Victoria and Albert museum of London, and there are copies of others from cathedrals and art galleries. The carpets vary in size and have all been n*de in a British factory during the last three or four years.

The Auto Court.

County Judge Smith established a precedent in Mineola when he held a term of the county court in his automobile. Dunn Steele, an aviator, was charged with culpable carelessness in having run down an officer with hisairplane at Belmont park and was held by Justice of the Peace New for the grand' jury. Judge Smith was just leaving when the defendant, accompanied by A. L. Garr of a bonding company stopped him. He obligingly opened court from his automobile, arraigned the defendant, held him in $2,000 bail, signed the bond, adjourned court and sped away for Oyster Bay. —New York Sun. ? -