Evening Republican, Volume 23, Number 55, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 3 March 1920 — Page 2

You Never Can Tell

By JESSIE DOUGLAS

I*l*. by McClure Newapapur Syadicata.) Little Miss Ancell looked smothered behind her pile of exercise books. The front of her hslr was quite white where she had brushed against the chalky board, and her middle finger had a deep scar of ink. When you looked very hard at Miss Angell you saw she might have been grotty, if the shyness of her eyes had not concealed their sweetness and the dullness of her hair had not hidden Its softness and the wistful look about her mouth had not forbidden you to look at its pretty curves. When you had seen all this —you saw suddenly just how little Miss Angell would look in ten years when the softness had changed to sharpness and Miss Angell would have become a “good teacher.” But Miss Angell wasn’t thinking Just now of becoming a good teacher; she was staring right through the schoolroom with its prim little desks, right through the wall with its gay maps, into the manse at Brookline where Unde Pete was sitting all alone. Just because she, Mary Angell, wanted to go out into the world and nee what happened there. And this was the world. This school with Its gay, carefree girls, and its older women who had taught too long to care very much what happened to the Mary Angells—all except Roberta. Right Into the middle of Mary’s thought came Roberta Hardy, the real Roberta. In a minute the room had ceased to be a schoolroom and had become the background for her glowing person. She perched herself on the desk, which was unthought of; she tossed off her hat and put a warm hand on a cold, red cheek, while her black eyes gleamed.

“Been in here all the afternoon working?" she groaned in sympathy. *Oh, Angell, if you wouldn’t be so good ! But whatever should Ido without you in this nunnery? Angell, I’ve got to tell you," she lowered her voice so that none of the curious maps could bear. ‘Tm going to marry!” "Marry!” repeated Miss Angell. "Oh, Roberta!” Her eyes glowed as though it were she to be married. “So it is Joe, and you are going to " “You poor Innocent! No I Whoever beard of marrying a man you could have? I just 'saw him this afternoon. I was taking the children walking up by the old highway and I was so bored. At the top of the hill we passed that pathetic looking mission; the girls begged to go in. Anything was better than their everlasting chatter. So in we went. I felt like an orphan asylum, of course, with six of them tagging on behind, and then I knew why they had wanted to go. Up the aisle came the assistant —a man. The first Pve seen in months, with the face of a St. Anthony or some early martyr, and the devil lurking in the back of his eyes. And a voice, the kind that once you’ve heard it winds itself about your heart and squeezes ft. After the service I put on my saintly expression and went up to him. *T wonder If I couldn’t help you. Isn’t there some Sunday school work or ' “He looked at me very gravely before he said. ’Thank you, I have about all the teachers and assistants I can manage at present. But— —* “‘Yes?’ I asked sweetly. “Tm going to have a sewing class Saturday mornings; perhaps you might—“I jumped at the chance, not that I can sew a stitch.” Mary Angell sat looking at the narrator breathlessly. She loved her warm cheeks and her wiry black hair and her eyes that were dark and daring and gay. “That’s all.” Roberta ended, “so Tm going to marry him. It’s very simple. I shall make a delightful minister's wife, something new in that line. Hark, there's the dressing bell i See you later,” she caught up her hat and flew down the hall, her heeis ClickHacking over the polished floors. And that was the beginning of it The last bell had rung, the lights were out in the dormitory, except for the tiny gleam that peered through Miss Angell's keyhole. Miss Angell was still working over a problem In arithmetic. She never even heard Roberta’s light knock. “Working? Oh, Angell, you’ll lose your beauty sleep F Roberta laughed at a funny little thought of her own. “You’ve got to help me. Angell. Tm in an awful mess. You know the man-rm-going-to-marry ?” Mary Angell nodded and for some reason she flushed all over her fair skin. “Yes. I’ve seen him when I’ve been walking with the children in the afternoons.” “Somehow that man Is very hard to woo,” Roberta went on, “in spite of Bernard Shaw. You know, I’ve taught sgwing every Saturday and twice a week I’ve gone to the mission in the afternoon; but he’s very backward. Mow I come to tike awful part He asked me today if I could play, and I told him I could! I promised to play for him tomorrow —the only way out Is for you to do It! Mr. Page will neyer find It out, for you are to wear coat and my little squirrel

“You’ve got to; beside* that tiresome Joe is coming up from home tomorrow just to see me.” So that was how little Miss Angell came to be caught in the organ loft by the young assistant of the mission. “I wanted to thank you. Miss Hardy, for playing. It was "he stopped, for Instead of Roberta's self-assurance and daring black eyes, he found a girl with wide, dreaming eyes of gray set in a white little face, who looked as though she had been caught In the wickedest of crimes by the blush that went creeping to her temples. “Why, you're the girl I’ve wanted — that I’ve seen walking every afternoon up by the old high way." •Tm not a girl. I’m a teacher,” said Miss Angell gravely. Then she knew why It was that Roberta had said that the very devil lurked behind those eyes of the young St Anthony. “Would the teacher play for me?” he asked very gently. Because she was very ahy, Mary Angell turned back to the organ and began to play; It was so much easier than talking to this disconcerting young man. After she had played a few minutes, she forgot all about him, about everything in the world except her music and the things her music was saying. It had grown very dark In the organ loft; the young assistant said, “Thank you," 'and ‘helped' her down from the high bench, and they stumbled together down the steps into the dimness of the mission room.

Tm going to walk home with you," he said very firmly, “It’s too dark for you to be out alone.” It sent a strange thrill through Mary Angell to be walking beside this tall, fair man that she felt somehow as though she knew; for she had never known any men in her secluded life, from her school days to her teaching days. “It isn’t as if I don’t know you,” the young man was saying. “I’ve seen you every afternoon for a month, and I made up my mind ” he stopped. Mary Angell wanted to know very much what he had made up his mind to do. . ■ Then he went on: “So you live in Brookline? How strange! Do you know, my brother-in-law’s cousin lives there, a very nice old lady. I must run down to visit her. When are yougoing?” “I’m going the next holidays—in a week,” Mary Angell said and her heart was beating very loud and she was afraid he could hear it. “May I come to see you then?” the young assistant asked. It was on the white stone steps of the school and Mary Angell said, “Yes,” and felt she was saying a great deal more when she looked Into his eyes. He took her hand for a moment and said, “Good-by until then.” “Until then,” Mary Angell repeated and her voice was just above a whisper.

Not until she reached the dormitory did she remember Roberta, Roberta who was her friend. Mary’s face was pitiful; for friendship in Mary Angell’s code was a sacred thing not to be marred. She would not go to Brookline next week. _______ “Angell, what’s the matter?” Roberta flung open the door and pulled her across the threshold. But Mary was too wretched to see how excited Roberta was. “Look; do you like it?” Roberta held out a pin, frosted with pearls. “Of course I wouldn’t accept It unless we were engaged!” “Engaged!” breathed Mary Angell, and her face was suddenly white, so white that it looked as though she would faint. “To Joe, of course, you silly! You never can tell whom you will marry. Little Miss Angell found herself sitting on Roberta’s bed, crying as bitterly as though her heart would break. Roberta was still puzzled when Mary Angell lifted a face radiant in spite of tears, threw her arms about her neck and cried, “I never was so happy!” and ran out of the room.Miss Angell’s eyes were all sweetness. her hair blew about her face like thistledown and her mouth showed its prettiest curves, as she breathlessly climbed the stairs to her own room, saying to herself, “And it’s just one more week!”

“Hit” Not on the Program.

Mary was on the church program for a recitation. She was to hold an envelope containing a penny in her hand and tell what the money was going to do. She got started all right: “I got an envelope in my hand.” Then she held up the envelope and continued: •There’s penny in it. Oh! there’s no penny in there. I forgot to put the penny in.” ' Then the little miss stopped and fished around in her pocket until she . could find the penny and no amount of urging on the part of her teacher could induce Mary to proceed until that penny was in the envelope. The audience roared and incident was the hit of the evening. - ■

Mathematical Mendacity.

“Figures won’t lie," remarked the statistician. — ’ “No?” sneered the chronic skeptic. “How about these two-dollar bills with a cipher pasted after the ‘two’ so as to make them look like twenties?”

Gone Forever.

“Gone are the happy days for the employer" . “What do you means , -I mean those good old days when a boas could afford to get mad and tie Md O«. U .

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER, IND.

Himalayan Holidays

z /mm HERE are times in every ■ man’s life,” says Sir Robert I Baden-Powell in his charming book, “Indian Memories,” “when'his whole being cries out for a steady spell of doing nothing in particular, at least, nothing that matters. Nowhere is this so acutely felt as In India.” And at no time, one might add, as toward the middle of an Indian hot weather, says A. L. Wright in Country Life. But though India in the plains may, at times, become well-nigh intolerable, India in the hills provides a solace such as may be enjoyed in few other countries in the world. There is something particularly fascinating about the Himalayas. Maybe it is their immensity or their vast silences; but probably it is their infinite variety that makes the greatest appeal. For there is always some new aspect io be discovered, some new interest; and no man can hope to live long enough to be able to say he knows them thoroughly, nor is it possible to see so much of them that they begin to grow stale. No wonder that men who have first visited them as subalterns go back year after year, revisiting old haunts or discovering new, and that some haye_ff>qnd them so attractive that even on retirement they have settled down in some peaceful valley to spend their declining years.

In times of peace the army officer in India is usually fortunate enough to be able to get away from his regiment and the plains for at least a part of the hot weather, and with a month or more at his disposal, the hills provide him with an endless choice as to how he should spend his leave. Anything You May Wish Is There. Of few places in the world can it be so truly said as of the Himalayas that they cater for every taste. Do you want a month’s sheer Idleness? Under what more attractive circumstances can it be obtained than on the Jhelum river, floating leisurely along in a Kashmiri doonga. ot houseboat? A perfect climate, gorgeous scenery and every thing complete for thorough laziness ; what could be more ideal ? And should mere loafing become monotonous, it can always be varied with a little gentle fish-spearing, or short trips may be made ..into the mountains, which come down on either side, offering tempting fields for exploration. But the average healthy young man will probably require something more strenuous. Mountaineering? One has only to read of the exploits of the Bul-lock-Workmans to realize that the Himalayas provide sufficient tests of skill even for the most experienced climber. Big game shooting? Given sufficient time, there are places beyond Kashmir, such as Chilas, Astore, Balistan and Ladakh, which are veritable sportsmen’s paradises. With luck the bag may include both black and brown bear, thar, ibex, burhel, gural, the ordinary leopard; maybe . the snow leopard, and possibly the wild sheep, the Ovis ammon. A shooting trip of this nature is, however, rather a long and serious undertaking, but even with two months’ leave or less there are many places where excellent sport can be obtained. There is, of course, the country in the Immediate vicinity of Kashmir, but, as may be imagined, this has been much harried and shot over, and other places equally accessible, though less frequented, are preferable where sport Is the main object. For instance, quite good shooting country can be reached both in Chamba state and in Kulu within a month’s leave, while little more time is required to get to the upper reaches of the Sutlej, where the Bashahr state borders on Tibet Small game shooting, being closed till the middle of September, is rarely enjoyed by the visitor to the hills unless he specially takes his leave right at the en<| of the hot weather.. The Himalayas, however, abound in small g»irrw»_ ‘ Probably nowhere in the world are pheasants found In greater variety, but though in abundance, their shooting is often apt to prove disappointing, usually owing to the vastness < the forests they inhabit

Cargo Boats on the Jhelum River.

The same cannot be said of the chlkore, which can give as fine a day’s sport and exercise as the keenest shikari can hope for. The fisherman will also find himself catered for, as both in Kashmir and Kulu trout have been put out in the streams and now give excellent sport. Wonders of the Forests. Shikar, though by no means the least is however, but one of the many attractions of the hills. The botanist paturalist or entomologist will all find plenty to occupy their time, while in few places is there greater scope for the artist and photographer. The forests, too, are full of interest. Get the local forest officer to show you round his jungles —he is a lonely man and usually only too pleased to see a visitor —and you may then begin to realize what is Involved in the making of a railway sleeper. You may even get some idea of what is meant by forestry. You will see trees such as are rarely to be found at home, magnificent old groves of deodar, maybe from 800 to 1,000 years old, which have been spared from the ax on account of their sanctify—for the deodar is indeed the tree of the gods and no hill temple is complete without its grove. Felling on precipitous hillsides and floating down roaring hill torrents provide Ample excitement for those who want it, but, perhaps, most wonderful to the ordinary visitor are the primitive methods of conversion. Sawing is still carried out entirely by hand, and carriage from the forest to the floating stream is nearly all done by human transport. Although wire ropeways are now beginning to be used in places, it is still by no means uncommon to come across a sturdy hill-woman almost running down a steep mountain path with two broad-gauge sleepers on her back and a baby suspended in a blanket in front

To tne student of folklore and anthropology the Himalayas offer a wide field of research, particularly the Hindu-inhabited tract in the eastern Punjab. It is, however, by no means an easy matter to get the people to talk of their religion and customs. The hillman is a simple-minded soul, a splendid fellow when you get to know him, but he takes a lot of knowing. His. inherent shyness and what is almost a timid distrust of strangers make it next to impossible for anyone who has not lived in the hills or visited the same tract year after year, to get him to speak of his religious beliefs. But if ever you are fortunate enough to get him talking, you are taken back at once to the days of the Old Testament and find yourself living amid gods who speak and dispense justice to their devotees, rewarding or punishing as may be necessary. You will find an explanation of every phenomenon of nature. The hailstorm, for instance, which destroyed one man’s crop while sparing his neighbor’s, is directly attributed to Kali, who, living on the hilltops, uses Ice as a missile to punish anyone who offends her. You will hear of witches with tongues six feet long; of evil spirits who enter into. the bodies of men and cattle and have to be exorcised ; of scapegoats; and even of human sacrifices, who before the days of British administrations were slain at the great festivals for the atonement of the sins of the community. But the ordinary visitor hears little of this, though, with luck, he may come upon one of the many fairs which are held throughout the hills, generally during the rains, when the people have leisure from work in their fields. The hillman is passionately attached to his native highlands, and nothing will induce him to forsake them for the plains, which he regards almost as a foreign country. And having learned to love the hilrs oneself, one can well understand his attachment, for the call of the Himalayas is well-nigh irresistible.

Appropriate Shelter.

"My buddy complained of being dogtired.” ~ ' ' “What did he do?” “Wait to rest in a pup tent."

Attire for the Party and Ball

This season the debutante and the rabdebutante are coming into their own. After two years of utter neglect the debt .piled up is to be paid, and paid in full with all past Interest due, observes a leading fashion correspondent. Parties, dinners and dances galore are on the program, one crowding the other so closely that two years’ reserve strength would seem h necessity. It seems, too, as if everything had been designed in frocks with an eye to the requirements of the debutante short skirts, short sleeves, oceans of ruffles and foolish little trimmings—and the "matron will have to find something suitable as best she may. Now, it is a well known fact that seldom does the very young woman favor the type of dress that her elders would choose for her. The adorable youthful models hold no particular charm for the adorable youthful girl, but all this has been cleverly attended to by some one who understands these matters well. The vamp and the baby vamp are out of the running to a great extent, but it is a bit too soon to expect a direct change, so in spite of soft colors and multitudes of ruffles there is frequently a touch of sophistication. * If the very young woman Is a bit determined she will finally win, for back in the corners here and there are some deliciously subtle frocks, even to those of black chantilly lace, which no one could possibly call suitable for the. debutante unless one should see the modifications as shown in the models. Colors Fresher and Clearer. As to colors, the matron agaip Is in for a very hard time if she is to continue in the height of fashion. Be it admitted that the colors are fresher and clearer than ever, they are a trifle difficult for any but the very youthful to wear.

One is struck immediately with the difference in the shades shown for the debutante and those in the regular department. Most of the colors are intensified. and the pastel shades the matron is supposed to wear are slightly more than that when shown for the younger woman. Jade color is one of the season’s most approved shades and orchid, with a splash of mauve, is also liked. Taffeta is quite evidently the material best adapted to the present modes in all the afternoon frocks; whether in light colors or dark blues and browns for the street, it asserts itself in the “bulging skirts. For afternoon one finds further crispness added by combining organdie with the taffeta. Nets of the finest possible mesh are amazingly embroidered In eyelet. The last thing one would expect to see used on net and a thing that would bo impossible if the net were not almost as fine as voile. A combination of three materials proves a success In a linen dress, with

This spring dress is just the thing for girlish and dainty. Frock Is made of ecru organdie, with two wide insertions of same color.

bindings of red and white, checked gingham and finishing touches of organdie. The important thing, however, about these dresses is the manner in which they carry the impression of increased width and not an impression really so much as an actual increase in. the quantity of material used in the skirts. Ilie means whereby the width is attained are many and varied, but like the dresses for southern wear, the apron is the most prominent feature. It may be so diminutive that it is hardly larger than a bib and It may be large enough to form the skirt front or back, but it is sure to be an apron. Pink Taffeta Afternoon Frock. - A rose pink afternoon frock is typicaT of many others and In a very charming way. The silk Is the color of a frosty raspberry ice; with a girdle of ribbon of lavender which tones in

so well that one is hardly aware there is any difference of color except that the effect is delicious. The bouffant skirt stands out at the sides as a result of the wordings set in a deep band about the hips. This in the overskirt, for there is a slightly narrower underskirt beneath. The short sleeves are finished with a bit of the embroidered organdie and

An advance model of exquisite daintiness is this frock for Miss Springtime. It is of net and filet; tucks and dainty embroidery are sure to appeal.

the front of the bodice has a vest of the organdie ending In a round tablike apron below the girdle. Afternoon Gown for Young Girl. An afternoon gown that the very young girl will just dote on is of black chantilly lace, trimmed with soft Frenchblueribbons that should bring It within “mamma’s approval,” tor they give the dress exactly the air of youth in spite of the matron’s black lace of which it is made. At the hips the lace is wired so that it stands out properly, and over this in the front an apron of the lace falls so that It partially obscures the ribbon, which folJows the curved line of the apron with a bow here and there. The sleeves are short, with a deep ruffle of the chantilly, and the bodice is nothing much but a wide ruffle of it about the ueck and down the sides of the front. Ribbon, as every one knows, is a very Important item in the list of trimmings this season, and if not watched carefully will be apt to get a bit tiresome. One very new way to use this form of embellishment is seen on a dress of orange-colored chiffon — rather a pale shade of orange as orange color goes, but by no means faded looking. The ribbon was applied like the crimped edge of an expert caterer’s pie. It was simply crimped or fluted and laid about the neck and sleeves of the gown and also In strips down the sides of tlie skirt. The ribbon is in the same shade as the-chiffon.

The White Crepe Frock. A white crepe silk frock Is trimmed with grosgrain also in white in another and attractive manner. Beginning with the skirt, which is in every model the most important point at the present time, we find Interesting extensions on the skirt at the sides, which are further supported in th« effort to Increase the width by the apron of the material covering the entire front of the frock and furnished with loops of the ribbon extended at the sides. The extensions of the material ait merely strips doubled and inset Into th« sides of, the skirt so that they extend like fins on the sides. The smartest of the frocks have no collars, or, at least, the frocks Intended for smart occasions have no collars, and this d.ess following this lead has only a tiny row of the loops about the neck. Figured materials are among the most difficult to treat, but some particularly smart little frocks, with real dash, are seen in reds and blues in very conventional patterns. That the patterned material is not combined with plain probably adds to the smartness. Even the ruffles about the neck and sleeves, fine plaitings of the material, give the frock distinction. The material of these partlculai frocks is indestructible voile and th* pattern in a white dot, not too large and set so closely on the ground ot red or blue that there is more white than color. The skirt is caught up under, harem fashion, and trimmed with perpendicular ruffles of the same fine plaiting as that used co tbs bodice.