Evening Republican, Volume 23, Number 88, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 10 April 1920 — Page 3

LEAP YEAR AND SUZANNE

By JESSIE DOUGLAS

<(0, 1920, by McClure Newspaper Syndicate.) “I’ve an Ideal” cried Suzanne Melrose, banging the table with the handle of her knife to attract attention. “I say, people, let’s take the ski jump at midnight There’s no moon, so it will lie fairly dark. How about it?” “Hear —hearl” came a chorus of -voices. “Sure thing—jolly good sport!” “All settled, then,” said Suzanne, and returned placidly to her consumption of Maryland chicken. • Of all the merry, care-free crowd gathered for the winter sports at Agawam Lodge on Lake Adironack, Suzanne was the most daredevil and the most persistent in her pursuit of pleas- • ure. Lithe, glowing with health, she ■was the life of the party —quite too much to suit Cameron Stuart, whose one pursuit was Suzanne herself. He would have preferred a little less gregariousness on Sue’s part and more of an inclination to spend some time alone with him. But his pleadings had effected nothing more than a peremptory stamp of the girl’s expensively shod foot. “Some <iay I’ll settle down,” she had declared, “and do nothing but boss the servants and say ‘How divine’ at old ladles’ musicales, but now, right now, I am going to havemy fling and play the game for all there is in It.” Cameron, watching'the play of expression across the girl’s piquant features, loved her more than ever. The nlne yeara’ difference in their ages made him more tolerant of her youthful spirits than a younger man might have been. Sue’s parents, feeling the urge of the sunny Florida regions more potent than the call of the north, had dispatched the girl and her fifteen-year-old brother to the Lodge, under the wings of various friends already foregathered there. Dwight was really not strong enough to engage In the energetic sports of the season. A constitutional tendency to feel fatigue quickly and a slight heart weakness ■often barred him from strenuous activities, much to his disgust. His one great friend was Cameron Stuart. And after dinner Cameron sought out the boy and begged him not to make one of the party taking the jump. “Are you going?" asked Dwight. “Of course,” said Cameron. “You know I play watchdog for your sister.” “She needs one,” returned the boy frankly. But he did not say he would not go. Just at the age when a boy most feels himself a man, he resented, even from Cameron Stuart, any Implication that he was not perfectly well able to hold his own with the rest Eleven o’clock saw a laughing mackInawed crowd with waving scarves and woolly tarns set out across the snow-blanketed grounds of the Lodge. Past the iced chute for the toboggans, across the blackness of the lake. Into the shadowy forest they tramped, skis slung across their shoulders. At the jump Itself the skis were carefully strapped on and tested. Suzaifne herself led off, sailing gracefully out Into the air and landing triumphant on the snowy stretch a hundred and thirty feet below. One by one they took the leap, and by the time Suzanne had regained the crest only Cameron and Dwight remained.

Dwight had never attempted it before, being satisfied with the lesser Jumps near the lodge. And Sue could not recall having seen Cameron take it either. As she approached Cameron stood on the brink as if Irresolute, gazing down Into the darkness below. Suddenly he turned, stooped down to unstrap the skis, and remarked quiet* ly, “I guess I’ll.not take it after all?’ Suzanne stared at him in unbelief. Cameron Stuart a coward 1 She hardly noticed that Dwight also was taking off his skis. She was merely thankful that the rest of the crowd, plodding slowly up the slope, had not witnessed Cameron’s act. “Cameron Stuart,” she said with cutting emphasis, “nevernever ask me to marry you again." Her head high, she moved away. And Cameron little knew the pain In her heart —only the great emptiness in his. Some nights later Cameron sat gazing soberly into the smoldering depths of the huge fireplace in the heavybeamed living room of the Lodge. The crowd had gone sleighing, but he had chosen to stay here alone. Whit use, he mused bitterly, to tantalize himself watching Sue flirt with first one and •then another of the men in the party, to catch glimpses of her profile as she talked to some man beside her, sending what messages he knew not with her starry eyes. No, he did not care to go. What was more, he would leave the Lodge tomorrow. Sue thought he #ae a coward. Since the day when he had not taken the jump she had avoided any chance encounter with him. Some one opened the door. Cameron looked quickly up. There stood the girl who had been in his thoughts, a glorious picture in soft brown mink, with a furry toque perched jauntily askew on her tawny hair. “Oh,” she said slowly, tauntingly. “Home—where it is safe!” Cameron sprang to his feet thundered, “don’t dare use those words to me, or that tone. You come with me.” The girl, stunned, stood stilt In all her life nond had ever spoken to her like that Cameron, matriiing up mackinaw and cap from a settle, grasped her arm and led her unresisting to the door. Taking down ’MI skis from the rack in the outer hall, still without a word, Ouneron

strode rapidly over the snow, Suzanne following meekly, like one hypnotized. Arrived at the spos where Cameron had shown the white feather, according to Sue. the man buckled on the skis, took the start, and leaped off. Presently he was hack, Agala,.le jumped. Suzanne, ready to take back all she had ever said, was silenced by the look on his face when he returned. Again he leaped. This time he did not come back so quickly—ln fact, he did not come back at all. Sue waited waited —then, fearing she knew not what, ran quickly down the slope, tn and out through, the trees. What was that dark object on the snow —prostrate? Not Cameron 1 But It was’ Cameron —Cameron with one foot badly twisted. “It’s nothing,” he managed to say, and tried to stand, then crumpled up. Suzanne knew it was no time to protest her sorrow and repentance. Like the very deer that she had of startled In the forest* the girl sped back to the Lodge for help. A week later Cameron, limping slightly, walked on the sunny south veranda of the Lodge. Beside him was Suzanne. Suddenly she halted him, a soft hand laid gently on his arm. “Cameron,” she said, "don’t you like me?” Cameron shut his lips. Then, "Every one does that. Sue,” he said casually. Even as he had resolved to marry no one who thought him a coward, no less would he have anything to do with this girl, moved temporarily by pity and a feeling that she was rather responsible for the accident.

Sue’s most dare-devil (mood took possession of her. “Cameron,” she said, “if. X have -ever wanted anything, I have gone out and got it. And what Is more Important in life than the man you want to marry? And I want to marry you!” Cameron looked at her amazed. No, there was no doubting that expression of almost desperate sincerity. Then she covered her face with her hands. “Forget what I just said,” she murmured brokenly. "It was unwomanly. But I thought —I thought you really carted.” “My darling girl,” Cameron’s tender voice left no doubt as to whether he really cared. “My darling girl!” Presently Cameron told her why he had refuesd to take the jump. "At the time I was so hurt by your readiness to accept the unworthy explanation that I let It go at that. I realized that your brother ought not to take the jump, but knew that he would not undergo what would seem to him the humiliation of being the only one to refuse to do it. All he needed was an excuse —and my not doing it made it easy for him.” “Forgive me, dear,” said Sue humbly. “And forget that I asked you what you should have asked me!” “You only availed yourself of your privileges,” smiled Cameron. "After all, it’s leap year. And while sometimes it doesn’t pay to take a leap,” he eyed his foot whimsically, “sometimes It does!” . “When we do it together,” whispered Suzanne. •

By-Products of Lumber.

Thanks to the actives of the United States department of agriculture, and especially the forest products laboratory, ways have been revealed by which well nigh every scrap of a tree can be put to good account, and the waste material of one plant or factory can be utilized gainfully In the manufacture of commodities turned out by others, says the Scientific American. Through the medium of the woodwaste exchange much is being done to promote the further working up of byproduct lumber, but the practice is relatively only in its infancy with us. Finally it should be kept in mind that the alcohol that can be made from sawdust is chemically Identical with grain alcohol, and therefore valuable for many industrial purposes. As a source of energy, in place *of gasoline, It is used, successfully and extensively abroad. A ton of so-called wood refuse will yield as ’much as 20 gallons of alcohol.

Expensive Headgear.

For centuries in Mexico and other Spanish-speaking countries the hat has been the object of man’s vanity. The custom found its origin In the days when the Hapsburg power was supreme. One of the most cherished privileges which the old grandees enjoyed was that of wearing their hats in the presence of royalty. The absolute power of the monarch left them little else to do but enter into rivalry with one another in the splendor of their head coverings. The gay conceits spread rapidly throughout the Spanish dominions, and even today characteristic sugar-loaf hats may be found in Mexico for sale at the astounding price of from SSOO to SI,OOO for a single hat.

Men Who Signed Peace Agreement

It was at Alx la Chapelle on November 15, 1818, that there was signed a declaration of peace, second only in importance to that signed Saturday, January 10 last. ; The signers of that document of November. 1818. bore names well known in history, and also well known the world over at that time. Time win show whether the leaders of the world today will cut as important figures. Here are the names of the men whose signatures attested the downfall of Napoleon Bonaparte’s mad ambition. Matternlch, Richelieu, Castlereagh, x Wellington, Hardenberg, Bernstorff, Nesselrode, Capo D’lstria.

Sufficient Cause.

“Why did Smith leave homer “His wife and a book agent started in to outtalk each other one day and he ran away.”—Florida Times-Union.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN, RENSSELAER, IND.

The Sout of Constantinople

WHEN Constantinople passes •ut of Turkish hands what, the religious world asks, will become of Aya Sofia? Is ft to remain a place of Moslem worship, or will that “greatest temple after St Peter’s” be rededicated to Christian use? So asks E. A. N. Valentine in Los Angeles Times. Whatever be the tolerance shown the creed of the Arab prophet in the Constantinople of the future, it is almost certain the cross will supersede the crescent on Justinian’s splendid monument to early Christianity. Its consecration to , the purposes for which it was reared is a duty owed the memory of its illustrious founder. Not even St Peter’s outrivals Aya Sofia in Interest Its history is inseparable, not only with Constantinople Itself, but with Christianity. The creation of Byzantium as the seat of the eastern Boman empire by Constantine the Great had a religious as well as a political motive. Made a convert tq the teachings of the Nazarene by the “In hoc signo vlnces” vision, he resolved to establish a new capital in which that faith should have exclusive sway, and his first act was to lay the foundations of the original basilica of “The Divine Wisdom” on which the present sane was rebuilt by his descendant, the author of the ‘•Pandects.** Byzantium was to be what Rome is today. It was through this successor of the Caesars and his Church of Aya Sofia, the See of the Greek Patriarchs, that Christianity tained her first great triumph over paganism. Aya Sofia may well be called the soul of Constantinople—the heartbeat of its long history—it has figured in all its various chapters of vicissitudes. Its variegated romance, on which rests an exotic bloom richer than any inventions of fancy.

On One of Seven Hille.

The cupola and flanking minarets of Aya Sofia, familiarized by paintings and photography, are what first catch the eye in approaching Constantinople by water. Dawn or sunset hour is the most favorable moment for that approach. the impressions of which stir the pulao of even the most sophisticated traveler. Visioned at dawn, with the city wrapped in light mist, faintly touched by blushes of a still hidden sun, the many mosques of Stamboul appear almost aerial, seem like vast rose-tinged soap bubbles afloat on the filmy sea, insubstantial as the fabric of dream, like the phantasmagoria evoked by hashish-eaters. Aya Sofia occupies one of the seven hills of Stamboul, that congested quarter of true Turkeydom, lying on the site of old Byzantium, on the Asiatic shore and separated from GalataPera, the cosmopolitan quarter, by the Golden Horn and from Skutari by the Bosporus. Of these superb summits it the nearest and most command Ing location. One sees it from almost every point of Constantinople and its environs. Yet like most else in the city, a near view does not enbflu happy impressions. When one has gained the square on which It is situated it is no longer like a pleasuredome of Kubla Kahn. The main cupola has lost both Ito silvery airiness and swelling proportions; the irregular mass, guarded by Ito four minarets, like giant pointed pencils, lacks warmth Of color and seems confused in design. Ito nucleus—the basilica of Justinian Struggles. Leocoon fashion, in the cnUa of Mohammedan encumbrance. Despoiled by the Turk. The Turk has despoiled Aya Sofia Of all that is not essential to the building. The heaped treasures of Justinian’s hands that once filled the sanctuary are gone; but there are still the rich materials out of which the basUica was constructed. Wh® one pass® through porphyry gates of the courtyard, ornamented with a fountain

Aya Sophia.

where the Turk performs his unconvincing ablution before prayer. Into the mosque, one is at once impressed with what the glory of Aya Sofia must have been. Its cost of $5,000,000 was enormous for the times, and such, a drain on the exchequer of the empire that rigid economies in various departments were necessitated. One hundred thousand workmen were engaged in the consiruction, which was achieved in five years. Besides the amazing display of mosaic it is a liberal education in marbles. Marble of every kind known to the ancient world is there —marble of divers hue —black, green, cream and rose —marble veined, dappled, variegated and starred, marble from the near mines of Marmora, from Greece and Asia Minor, from Egypt, even from Ultima Thule. Famous temples were ravished to supply the innumerable pillars of the galleries and the pilasters of the walls. Some of these are from the Temple of the Sun at Baalbek; others from Thebes, from Palmyra, from Athens, from Rome itself. The structure, with its pofches and side aisles, is rectangular, and besides its main dome is roofed by minor vaults; It is the vast cupola of the nave that carries one away by its suggestion of a vast Inverted abyss. The least ponderable of practicable material was needed to sustain it r and this was found in volcanic pumice and Rhodian brick, that weigh but a fifth of the common variety. The dome, and Indeed the whole interior of Aya Sofia, is mosaic lined, representing Christ, the apostles and legions of saints. The Turk, whose, religion abhors human representations, covered these with gilded wash that, grown thin, suffers this Byzantium art to re-emerge in spots. Cartouches with sentences from the prophet and rosettes of gold have been stuck here and there?, and the childish decoration of ostrich eggs, together with bronze lamps and glass globes, the lattice work of the women’s galleries, the inlaid Mlnber or pulpit; the lecterns with old costly Korans open on them, the looped green linen with Arabic inscriptions hanging by silken cords from the celling, priceless carpets on the wall, the Mlnrab indicating the direction of Mecca, all proclaim the Mussulman’s house of prayer.

Ornament She Hadn’t Noticed.

Thirty years ago we used to wear our hats for several years, and each year about November we got out our winter hat and felt Just as proud as If It was new, writes a correspondent of the Chicago American. On one occasion I was wearing a four-year-old hat that had been bandboxed for two years. I have one peculiarity and that is: “Never look ih a mirror.” So when I took a front seat at church that day I noticed people in general had on a smile that didn t wear off. I never dreamed It was anything about my hat, but when I took It off In my bedroom, there on the top was a mud dauber’s nest as big as a baseball.

Siberian Industries.

According to the statistics of the ministry of trade and Industry, covering nine governments and provinces In Siberia and the governments of Term and Orenburg, there were subject to inspection In 1918, 1,568 industrial plants, with 601,301 employees and an annual production of more than 401,773,182 roubles. Of these 779 were plant* making foodstuffs with 14,543 employees, and annual production anwwinting to 158,386,614 roubles.

When Duns Cease from Troubling.

Brown—So you look upon Sunday as a day of rest Jones-Teo, and If you owed as many people as ! do you would see it is tbs same light—Boston Transcript

Novelty Models in Spring Hats

Liberal coats of lacquer are applied to 'every sort of fabric for millinery use, frayed out horsehair cloth and violently thrusting feathers vie with gayly dyed raffia and spun glass. There are not so many monkey hair scalp locks as during the winter season, notes a prominent fashion writer, but their place is taken by turbans of lizard skip. Chinese hats have imitation queues dangling from their crowns and Egyptian hats have colossal earrings dangling from each side, while naive fruits, flowers and vegetables decorate hats of every description. The first, if not the last, word of any talk&bout early spring hats is news of the waxed and varnished fabrics which are sq pronouncedly in evidence. Beginning with that curious substance cellophane, which is conjured Into so many forms, everything glitters, bon, satin, feathers and straw. Cellophane, as a braid in rather wide strips, resembles a flat, shiny straw, but there are many genuine straw braids which are treated to a highly polished finish. Raffia, which is used so extensively In a decorative way, Is also finely shredded and varnished appears like a delicate, silky floss, of which draped turbans are made and veiled with tulle. Another strange fabric, spun glass, twisted and as tough as wire, is made use of in a similar manner. No End to the Unique. But there is no end to the unique and Interesting substances which French milliners have been experimenting with in these early hats, whether to eke out a scarcity of straw, to distract attention from a lack -of originality in design, or merely from caprice, it is impossible to say. How

No. 1—Beret Covered With Painted Kid Fruit, No. 2—Straw Hat Trimmed With Glycerined Feathers. No. 3—Chinese Hat of Ribbon and Straw. No. 4—Haircloth Hat With a Wreath of Handsome Flowers and Fruit.

many of them will find permanent favor and last over into the normal spring hat season will develop, later. Grass cloth of various weaves and pnder such suggestively barbaric names as Batavia and Congo doth 18 much used and its [semi-transparent and extremely pliable texture makes It desirable for the somewhat bizarre and informal hats wlch were once delegated to the sports wardrobe. Hindu turbans, plaited and embroidered toques, as well as larger shapes, are produced from these primitive fabrics and are often embroidered with colored wools and gayly dyed raffia. Hairlike Hindu cloth, which may be crushed to look like skeins of silk or pulled apart to the fragility of a spider’s web, is another of these drapable fabrics, and a really beautiful French hair cloth has been produced which may be softly draped or blocked Into stiff, high crowns. These hair cloths are lovely in color, for even such gorgeous tints as burnt orange, topaz and mint green are considerably softened by the transparency <rf the fabric. Built Over Lining of Taffeta. They are frequently built over a lining of - taffeta in a different color, especially in the case of the small draped turbans or toques. One of these turbans in high favor is a twist of cherry colored hair cloth tied around the crown lining In gypsy fashion and without other trimming than a single frayed out end, which falls over one ear. The hair doth hats with mushroom brims and high crowns are more often than not decorated with thin ostrich plumes in the same color as the hair doth, or there maybe a straggling spray of waxed flowers stretched across the crown. _ ; Milan straws and colored leghorn are still to be had in this welter of fabrics strange and unaccustomed, and they, as well as straws of rougher braids, will undoubtedly appear in

greater numbers later In the season. At the same time there aremany satin hats and hats of faille and tafifeta combined with straw. Ribbon hats are having a great success, and the ribbon Is used in many interesting and amusing ways, among them the fashioning of it into wings. Both silk and velvet ribbon are woven into a plaided fabric with strips of cellophane, and a clever little hat with a narrow upturned brim is concocted of alternate strips of ribbon and straw, which are twisted slightly on the crown and terminate at the top in a crisply tied ribbon bow. The Egyptian Influence. The only new note in line is provided by the Egyptian Influence, so much talked of. In so far as bats are concerned, the Egyptian inspiration has rather attractive results. Which are only possible . with the hair bunched out over the ears according to the prevailing fashion. This balances the thrusting out of the hat brim over the ears and its characteristically flattened front. The line is accentuated by spreading wings, by clumps of flowers and in a rather spectacular manner by large pendant glittering ornaments resembling earrings. In a general way any hat which points out over the ears confesses Egyptian inspiration, a hat which is draped with a gracefully flung back veil Inherits from the Spanish and a hat with a peaked crown acknowledges Chinese influence. The hat brim turned back from the face has found so much favor with women of all sorts and conditions that it is still a feature of the vast majority of the new hats, whether their brims are broad or only an inch wide.

These brims are frequently embroidered or trimmed with flower petals SS sprays of flowers. a ljSr>rait and Vegetable*. - Large turbans are not unusual, and all manner of little toques and berets have made their appearance in their accustomed manner. Among these era extraordinary embroideries in brightly dyed straws and applied silken figures, the latter outlined with a gay Chinese cord. A curious decoration makes a thing of wonder of a soft full beret tn gray blue ratine. The color is produced by sprinkling the surface with pears, peaches, plums and cherries in soft yellow leather, painted in the most realistic manner by hand. The vines and leaves which connect these products of the orchard are worked In colored raffia. '' Contrary to the usual practice, the early spring models are frequently fldwer trimmed, and extraordinary fruits and even vegetables are to find favor, the latter of course on sport hats. Large flat flowers are applied to the entire surface of a hat or flowei petals may decorate the upturned brim, Little rosebuds border a dost Atting toque of blue straw and two discs are solidly packed Witt roses over the ears, thus proclaiming itself an Egyptian hat. The remarkable flowers and fruits which trim the spring hats are made by hand of bits of silk and velvet Wheat and grapes are mads as jhot taffeta and velvet plums of natural size and coloring are arranged with sprays of wheat and small velvet , now* ere to produce a subtle and lovely bit of color. A huge pink silk rote wl» foliage and a long soft stem is rre. quently the only decoration of which * hat can boast

Use of Plaid Effects.

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