Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 247, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 October 1919 — Page 2

Ring Three

By WILL T. AMES

<Copyrl«Mt. l»i». by th. McClur. N.w.- _______ paper Sy b die at a.) _ The telephone in the east room of. the Hanford homestead rang zing-zing-sl ng. __Miss llanford. tarho. was, writing glanced inqnirlutglx...it-the instrument. The house was on a party line, to be sure; separate wires in that locality were not to be thought of; but Eleanor did not remember having heard a "ring three" call that year. Zing-zing-zing! Zing-ztng-zing I clamored the phone. Miss Hanford was wentferffigras ten thousand other itete T>le have wondered tinder similarcirreally answer, on the chance of the Spec a torleaving In ade aTii isfa ke, wh e n a man burst into the room. , The man was a total stranger. Eleandr had never seen Idm before; He was a large man and young, and obviously" stark; tor not oniy~ had he made his entrance ter the house uninvited and without permission of anybody, but now. without the first word of apology and without even glancing at Miss Hanford, he rushed wildly to the telephone, grabbed the receiver and yelled in a lavishly redundant voice, '‘Hello!” To Eleanors ordinarily calm eyes his entire demeanor was that ot a lunatic, perhaps a dangerous one. Without too much fuss she shifted her position so that the drawer with the" pistol In it was just beside her right hand. —; — The intruder, who had flung himself into the none-to-’-sirmig Windsor chair beside the telephone table ami made it creak alarmingly in doing so, appeared stilt to be utterly unaware of Miss Hanford’s presence. •'lle-dlO! Hello."’ he bawled, the look es- wild awxiet y wm - his—countenancebecoming still wilder as he appeared to wait, in desperate impatience, a reply that did not come. Miss Hanford, who was never predpitate, had almost made up her mind to flee and seek the protection of old Mark, the gardener, or Hannah in the

“Hello! Hello!” He Bawied.

Mi<iiHii. ~a great rli>in>;e viuie.. ■upon the' man at the phone. The strained. eager look disappeared. . a happy light sprang into his; gray eyes, and he smiled broadly. Miss Hanford mentally classified the smile as a grin. “Like a Cheshire cat's" she indignantly concluded. ‘‘Sure, this is Les," the uninvited guest was saying into the phone. “Never so glad to hear a human voice in my life, sweetheart! Don’t seem as if I could wait another minute to see you. What's that? les; didn't know but you’d be up on the two-eighteen. Yes: gets here at five-twenty. You bet; Til be there. Good-by honey !" When - about ha’.f wuy uirough This monologue the man twisted about on his chair till he was facing the mistress of. the Hanford establishment. Then, still grinning broadly-and with the receiver still at his ear. he winked at Eleanor—winked at Miss Eleanor Hanford, if you please ! The-nerve of him ! Miss Hanford arose.’ to the full height - c ;xt y-t i.t >e---Irfajestic inches. She no longer felt any fear of this madman; she was experiencing instead a mighty indignation. Much—anything —might be forgiven-in a mere lunatic: but for a vandal like this to violate your privacy, to seize upon your property, to set at defiance all the conventions and safeguards of society —-for the purpose of making love over your phone—to some other woman—ugh ! Miss Hanford was all icy calmness as the trespasser, hanging up the receiver, uncoiled his tall length from the trembling Windsor chair and stood erect. She gave him no time for a first word —there is no strategy in that. “May I be privileged,” inquired Eleanor, “to know to whom I have the honor of being hostess—and* why ? It would be interesting to learn what there is about this house to give strangers the impression that it is a hotel or an office building. I do not think it has ever been regarded as a mere public utility before.” “I'm awfully sorry. Miss Hanford — you are Miss Hanford, are you not? But what’s the use of that talk—l

know you are. I am —honestly—awfully sorry to come tearing in that way, but I’ll tell you how It was, “You see; I've had that little bltngaIdw that setsback in the woods a quarter of a mile above here for a week. I've been away for a good while she's been“ln California, so we haven’t seen each other. She got home to' New York yesterday nndewired that she'd be out here on this afterncoh’s train. There are two trains, you know, nnd I put In a telephone mil for her at New York. Afte-r it w-asin, and I’d waited half an hour. I realized ibat if I waited any longer I couldn't-meet the two-eiebteen and she might !■? on that. So I started. When the phone man hooked up the bungalow he told me that this big white house and that sb>ne one dfiKU below were the only iHlut Mibsvriln-rs <>n the line. My humher w ns three. - "Just as I was passing here I heard •h, ■; - <; dly ' What was I going to db? If I stopped to >be polite they’d ca Iml v sa v, ‘I *n rty’s hung up; excuse it. please!' by the time I got the reeeiver “down. —F kTiovv tt*vtTiS Totten manners. but you've got to make allow:time- for a fellow, sometimes. now hav• ■ FTt y., u ? My name's (I rey—Lester -Grey; I scribble foolish tilings that foolish people print so me time s. I hope you'll pardon my headlong intrusion." Miss Eleanor Hanford witli all her dignity ami all her responsibility as a woman of position nnd not a little wealth was, as a matter of fact, just ■a mere girl. And this big, utterly natural, blundering boy with the marks of overseas still on him, was good to look upon. Somehow it wasn't the ingenuous impropriety —quite shocking in it_seif - -of his reCeiving hiAAweetlieart in aT lonely bachelor bungalow that made Eleanor feel a new and differeiTt~ktnd~ of Indignation toward him. Away down in her secret heart slie knew that it was a sweetheart at all. "Oh very welt," she lamrhed—for. of course, under tlds new circumstance, being, a vvumam she could no longer show indfgnatlon of any sort lest it be construed in a certain you put your defense on the ‘ground of temporary aberration, there is nothing else to do but pardon you, I suppose."” Grey should have gone away then. Of course he should. A young man in ids peculiar position .would be doing very well, you’d think to get out of the situation without complicating it ther. But the more he looked at this mareliionessllke little person the more he didn’t want to. The only thing he could think of to say, however, was: - MayT-iinrTJTtngnrerto see you, Miss Hanford-?" ' . ~~~ If . looks could kill, Lester Gtey should have been at least a serious casualty. "Bring whom, pray, Mr. I Grey ?” Eleanor inquired chillily, with her eyebrows a quarter of an inch higher than normal. "My mother,"Of course/’ Whisper: Secrets: Just between you and me: There was the gladdest little tlirili that -ever- was, rightthrough the middle of Eleanor's heart, l as she sald—verv nearly pWhj” 1 should be positively de- | lighted.

MAJOR'S RELIEF CAME FIRST

Willing to Admit Sam Had a Grievance, but He Had Served the Longer Term. A major in a stevedore regiment employed one of his men to take care of his horses and do little chores around the yard. One day Sam came into the major's 'oitiee and lie was some agitated man After be h; i .d-a>a.lmvd.-Ue ex--cmtmect:’ . "Ma tor, from dis hyar'job right now I” ■ The major asked him why he didn’t want the job any more. "Major, that job is good enufL but I just can't seem to get along with yo’ all's wife. Seems every time I goes down to that tliar house she puts me to doin’ all kinds of chambermaid’s work, and a-naggin' at me all a ther time, too.” Then it was the major’s turn. “Sam, I've been living with that woman for thirty-odd years now. and if there is going to be anyone relieved, it's going to be me." —Judge.

Not a Square Deal.

My little cousin, Bobby, five, came crying to his mother: “I don't like the little boy next door; he hit me.” "Well," said his mother, “I wouldn't cry. Why didn’t you hit him back?" Bobby thought for a moment, then said: " - "1 did," and went away still sobbing. In a few minutes he was back. "But. mother —’’ "Yes, Bobby?” "When he hit me. he hit me. and when I hit him, I missed him." — Cleveland Plain Dealer.

Why Teddy Left.

As the Sunday school teacher was entering the classroom she saw a little girl and her small brother leaving in great hasre. "Why. Anna." she, exclaimed in surprise. "you arerft going home?" “Please, Miss Jones, we've got to go,” said Anna, in distress; "Freddie’s swallowed his collection.’’

Munchausen Outclassed.

“I suppose you meet a great many eccentric characters in Washington.” “Oh, yes. You can hardly believe -he stories you hear about some of those persons.” “No?" “I was pnee introduced to a man who was said to read every issue of the Congressional Record from cover W cover.”

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

DADDY'S EVENING FAIRY TALE

by Mary Graham Bonner

f WIND AND SUN. i" . > “I do believe," said, the wind, “in helping to make character.”

A Sweeping Bow.

to study it up/Wsaid the wind, making. a sweeping bow, “for you have so much yourself. Character, you know, means having good qualities, being fine and strong and all of that.” "Ah, you flatter old Mr. Sun,” beamed the sun. "No flattery, only the truth,” safd the wind, with another sweeping bow. “You see,” the wind continued, “I like to Idow things tills way and that. Sometimes I get all excited and I-blow Tilings for all I am worth": “The oilier day I ha (Hots of fun I~ blew the hat off of a man .who was riding in his automobile. He got out of the automobile, after it had stopped, of course, and then lie went off for his hat. He was just about to pick it' up when I whispered into the ear qf one of the Breeze brothers:.— “ ‘There, blow a little harder. Have some fun.’ “And when one Breeze brother -had finished blowing another blew, so that the man was quite a time in getting his hat.” “Naughty old wind,” said Mr. Sun. "Tlie other day, too, 1 was up on the roofs'in a city. Ail the wash was out on the lines from the different city apartments. You should” have seen me blow then. A I blew and I blew and I blew. And the clothes could hardly sta.v on the Mnes. I got some off, but some of the others I cotihlfl’t move. ■ - “I admired those that I couldn’t get off. They wouldn't give in. They had lots of strength of character.” “Oh, ho,” laughed Mr. Sun, “now the wash and the man’s hat haven’t character, could never have character, and never will have character. You’re taking an unfair advantage of them, Mr. Wind. ’ “They can’t do anything of their own free will and accord~because they" ar-tm't real and alive like people are.” “Oh, well, they should have character,” said the wind, “and I am going to go im seeing which has' character and which hasn't.” “Of course you'll go on trying,” said Mr. Sun. “but it won’t be character or the lack of it you’ll be finding.” “What will it be?” asked the wind, “Just how much strength you feel you have.” said Mr, Sun, “and just how much„of a frolic you want.” "Oh, very, well," said the wind. “Have it your way.” "Hft, ha." snld .Mr. SimZZTheLM -time-- T expression—wasv hen I wasTooking down, on theTafHf= and I heard a little boy getting the worst of an argument. He didn’t have any real facts, and-all -he hadbeen aide to do was to raise his voice and sound as if he were saying a lot. “Well, when lie saw that he wasn’t footing anyene. not even himself, he made a beautiful bow and said: “‘Well, have it your way.’ “He said it just as though he really was giving in out of politeness, which

wasn't the truth nt all. So you see you’re like the" little boy.” “I see.” said the= wind. "But you like me just the same, .don’t you?” he asked. “Of course.” said Mr. Sun. “Whi) wouldn’t like the dear old blustery wind who is full of faults, but just as nice as he can be at heart?” “That's good.” said the wind. “I am so glad you feel that way about me.”

“And sometimes,” said the sun, “you can be very, very gentle, and soft, and kind, and always you’re a good old wind, a nice, good-natured wind —that is—almost alvvays. e . “There are times, it is true, that you get frightfully angry and stir up the most awful row. causing storms and all sorts of things and then you even drive me away; You’ve a bad temper at times, but in spite of everything you’re a nice wind, and Mr, Sun like* you, yes, he does’”

One Kind of Time.

1 There is nothing about this, hour which makes it any less worthy ot respect than another hour, and yet gome girls who disparage the present, are full of faith in their ability to do oig things by and by. There is only one kind ot time, and you have IL.

“What do yon mean ?” asked Mr. Sun “What you say sounds interesting, l>ut I don’F” quite understand. "Y o u should," said— the wind. "You're such a briglit old fellow.” ‘True, true, but I don't always have time to find I’m busy doing my ""own "vvork and can’t study up all these fine subjects of character and so forth.” “You don’t have

“They Wouldn’t Give In.”

WAS ALWAYS POPULAR GAME

Those Who Think There. I« Anything New In Profiteering Have Another Guess Coming. The high cost of living was just as rune!) a problem fn Elizabethan ftmes as it is today. The Rev. William Harrison, as quaint a gossip as Pepys, and equally gifted as a chronicler, complained that magistrates in his day winked at merchants who charged more for commodities than they were permitted by law to charge. In that day. as in this, “bodgers”—this delightfullydescriptive word Is of the doml.nie's own coining—were allowed “to up corn and raise the price of it; to carry It home unsold, or to a distant market, if they want more money than the buyer likes to pay; nay, .they’ve leave to export it for the benefit of enemies abroad, so as to make nioreprofit. j —Du ring—the world wartherewaiL 1 pinch talk of certain Americans who 1 deliberately destroyed carloads of potatoes, cabbages and other vegetables and foodstuffs in order to raise the prices'of these commodities. Same old story. - There’s nothing new, remarks J. N. H„ In Rochester Post-Express. Again, to hark back to good Canon Harrison, “pesteriferpus purveyors buy up eggs, chickens, bacon, etc.; butter men travel about and buy up butter at farmers' houses, and have raised its price from 18d to 40d a gallon. These things are 'ill for the buyer and the poor man, and should not beTiHowed. After all about the only thing that is true is that there Is no new thing under the sun. Like the poor, the profiteer is always with us.

TAX EXPERTS LOSING SLEEP

“When Is a Girl a Miss?” Is Puzzling Bureau of Internal Revenue. The other day Lew Hahn, executive secretary of the National RetalL Dry. Goods association, took the joy out of life for the experts of the bureau '>f Internal revenue when he asked whether corsets were underwear. Now he lias gone 'and done it again, the query this time being: “When does a girl become a miss?” Framers of the new revenue tax law included in the list of taxables “women’s and misses’ wearing apparel.” Experts of the bureau, Mr. Hahn says, have informed retailers that no tax is to be collected on wearing apparel for Sfrirls. . Retailers say there are hundreds and humlreds-of misses.. they can still wear, and therefore buy, girls’ clothes. Does the fact that such articles of clothing are to be worn by women of mature years change the nature of the apparel in the eyes of the law; or do garments designed for girls remain girls’ wear, regardless of the age of those who buy and wear them? This is the puzzle Mr. Hahn has put up to the bureau experts.

A Waiting Game.

“Suppose you wsrft here in this comfortable seat while I match these two samples of ribbon,”- said Mrs. -Simson sweetly to her husband, who had been entrapped into going shopping with_ her. ' . When she -came back she said contritely: “Have I kept you waiting an unpardonable long time, you poor' dear?” “Oh. I haven’t minded it,” he said cheerfully. “I Just jumped on a -car and ran up to the football match, Dance’s new car. Did you marcb-the sa i n pl es ?' ’ ■ . ' “One of them. It’s so provoking, I shall have to come in again tomorrow, for they are just closing the shop.”— London Ideas.

Tubs May Strike Next.

Add to the strikes for higher wages that of negro washerwomen of Louisville. Aunt Katie (last name not known even to patrons) was asked the other day if she could do a washing the next day. “ ’Deed no, chile,” was the reply. “An’ any more washings I do is goin’ to cost yuh .ten cents moah.” she added. = —Pressed for an explanation, Aunt Katie said that she and “seb’ral other washer ladles are goin’ on a picnic today and won’t do no washin’ for nobuddy.” “Furdemoah. dis ten cents moah goes all the time now. • De street car men is gonna git moah dan dat fer strikin , and so is us,” was her explanation.— Louisville Courier-Journal.

Medical Education in China.

The China medical board of tlje Rockefeller foundation will soon have in operation in Peking a splendid institution for medical research and teaching —the Peking Union Medical cpllege. A group of 15 buildings is in course of construction. On recount of their green-tiled roofs the new buildings have already acquired the name of “the Green City.” The college will open in the autumn of 1919. A preparatory school was opened two years ago. It is expected that the whole establishment, including a new hospital, will be running by the end' of 1920. The board plans to open another medical institution in Shanghai.—Scientific American. ’ - , . ■ '

Fastidious Country Boarder —Great Scott! Can’t you do "something to keep the flies out of this dining room? Farmer—W'al,~'yes, I could set the table in the kitchen.—Boston Evening Transcript.

Easy.

GOLD IN GRIP OF NEPTUNE

Hope Renewed That Millions Lost In Treasure Ships May Be Brought to the Surface. Somewhere.. Jun the sea jaff the coast ’of zululand lies the snip Dorornea, which went down on Tenedos reef, carrying with her, so some people believe, part of the fortune of Oom Paul Kruger, once president of the Transvaal, and rumor has it that Dians are_ afoot to fit out a British expedition in the hope of salvaging her. The war has improved Methods of salvagreally carried it, the- gold cemented into the hold of the vessel has been estimated at over 83,000,000. Before the war a syndicate was organized to attempt recovery of the vessel, and unsuccessful efforts' were—made to locate her; now the project is again possible—perhaps ail the more so, because time has nccumulated so many treasure ships vvhlch areagalDUnder discussion. A list recently published includes : The Grosvenor, lost on the Pendoland coast, with $8,750,000; the Ariston, in Marcus bay, with $4,005,000; the Birkenhead, bn Birkenhead reef, with $3,900,000; the Dorothea, on Tenedos reef, with- $3,250,000; the Abercrombie, with $900,000; the stein, with $700,000. and the Thunderbolt, with $2,750,000. If a sunken treasure enterprise falls of one treasure ship, perhaps it can find another. So far, however, the sea has proved a miser with the gold it has acquired; may the modern Improvements in salvaging equipment change the habit.

BOOKMARKS OF EVERY KIND

Strip of Bacon About the Most Unique That Des Moines Librarian Has Yet Found. The most startlingjnarker that Forest B. Spaulding, public librarian of Des Moines, lowa, has come across in the books that have circulated from the library was a strip of underdime bacon. The most ordinary found in the books is the common variety of wire hairpin. Hairpins might be collected by the hundreds. Mr. Spaulding says, but owing to that very fact they are considered as fairly worthless from the collector’s standpoint. The vacation season is announced annually by the presence of snapshots in the returned books. These are both personal or otherwise in character, Postcards and letters, too, come in often. Frequently letters addressed Tind stamped—are found just as they -werer-left—by—the—book-borrower-who-doubtless was proceeding postofficeward by way of the library. These are mailed from the library. Mr. Spaulding has noticed any number of pretty girls sitting on the beach at Riverview Park with books, and he has been looking forward all summer to recovering a bathing suit absent mlndedly left by one of the young ladies in her book.

A Boy Just the Same.

Little curly-headed, four-year-old Joe had often been mistaken for a girl by reason t>f those same beautiful curls, but it was a very sore point with him. He came very near, however, turning it to advantage one afternoon when his six-year-old sister was giving a birthday* party “for girls only.” Poor little Joe wandered around the refreshments spread on the grass, gazing wistfully at the cookies and lemonade which his sister was serving to her little girl guests. joe, this party is only- for little pnor pttle Joe turned nast triimtS-fiag: an argument that would admit him, and wailed out, “Well, sister, I ain’t much of a boy, anyway.”

Sam Had His Fee.

Sam was on trial, charged with stealing ten dollars. He pleaded not guilty. Being unable to hire a lawyer, the judge appointed young Clarke as counsel. Clarke put up a strong plea in defense, and Sam was acquitted. Afterward the pair met outside the courtroom. “Now, Sam,” said the young lawyer, “you know the court allows the counsel very little indeed for defending a onse of this kind. I worked hard for _ w . g* you-clear—l’m real 1 y entitled to a good big fee and you should dig up some money and pay me. Have you got any money at all. “Yes, - sah,” replied Sam, happily, “I still done got dat ten dollahs.

Indisputable Proof.

A druggist was boasting in the comnanv of his friends of his well-assorted stock in trade. “There isn’t a drug missing,” he safd; ‘ not even of the most uncommon sort.” “Come now,” said one of the bystanders. by way of a joke, “I’m sure you don’t keep spirits of contradiction as well stocked as' you are.” “Why not?” said the druggist, not in the least embarrassed. “You shall see for. yourself.” So saying he left the room and returned leading his wife by the hand.— Pittsburgh Chron-icle-Telegraph.

Horses Still Numerous.

Despite the large number of motor cars and trucks made in America, horses and mules seem to be holding their own, according to a recent trade statement. ' Although 7.700.000 automobiles have Uen produced in the United States since 1899. hplf of which were manufactured since 1915, there are now 21,534 000 horses and 4,925,000 mules in the’country with a total value of $2,880,000,000

ROAD BUILDING

BOND ISSUE IS BIG PROBLEM Best Means to Pull Counties Out of ments Permanent. The biggest single issue before the people today “is good road«t~ biggest not alone of itself, but biggest because the prompt and satisfactory solution of a permanent road system in every state will help to solve a halfdozen fundamental problems and indirectly affect for good, as well as in dollars and cents, almost every phase of farm, social and Industrial life in the state. We cannot expect to have a real system of roads unless it 13 based on large units and this, is best accomplished by accepting county and state basis with a few experienced and responsible men in charge in each case. We must have roads that begin and end somewhere. ; Many counties are presenting to the taxpayers the questlon of a bond tssue for the improvement of their highways. The bond issue for a public improvement should be governed by the same considerations which govern a bond issue by any business organization. When a manufacturing concern issues bonds, the money raised is placed in permanent improvements in the plant which will last far beyond the life of the bonds, or else no investor wo u 1 dpur chase the— Bonds for muni ci pal purposes or for public improvements not always subjected to this acid test, and instances are numerous in this country where bopds for twenty years have been Issued for the construction of public roads, where the type of roads -built with the proceeds of the bond issueconldnotpesslbly last mere than ■ maintenance is continually necessary. In some instances history show’s that during the life of such a bond issue the original road has been worn out and rebuilt with a different material, and with the proceeds of subsequent bond Issues as many as three times, and still the original bonds are a liability on the community. Bond issues for better roads are the best means to pull counties out'of the Land of Mud. But it must be certain thnb the road Improvements w’lll last the life of the bonds. This can be as--tttced- engmeering - advice- en- the hestkind of roads for the soil. The banker can perform yeoman service in this connection. In the state of lowa the man who began w’ith nothing and now owns a $30,000 farm, believes in paying as he goes when building a road,’but he will borrow money from an insurance company with which to buy more land, and he has not yet seen that when he builds

Making Necessary Repairs on Macadam Road.

a concrete bridge with one year’s tax money, he has made a Christmas present of that bridge to posterity for the next one hundred years. He says that thirty-year paved roads are Impossible because SIO,OOO per mile is too much to pay out of one year’s tax money, and it has not occurred to him that there will still betaxpayerswhen he is dead and gone, who will be using that road, and by rights should have to pay some of it. —Wallace’s Farmer.

COST OF VARIOUS HIGHWAYS

Macadam Road Is Most Expensive, But When Built Is Satisfactory and Permanent. Dirt roads are ordinarily surfaced with sand, mixed with clay or with gravel, or brick, or crushed stone, concrete or other like material. The gravel road will cost from $1,500 to $3,500 a mile —the difference in cost depending upon the accessibility of gravel. The macadamized road costs from $2,000 to SIO,OOO per mile. It is the most expensive, but when well built is both satisfactory and permanent.

Essential Foundation.

Permanent foundations, having uniform bearing quality, are essential to all types of engineering structures. Roads are no exception.

Try Draining Wet Place.

Did you ever try draining that awful wet place in the road? Try It some time —once will be enough.

Don’t Build on Paper.

If you want that road yod’re going to build to be of any value, build It on the ground—not on paper.