Evening Republican, Volume 23, Number 142, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 12 June 1920 — Page 2

THE FOOT OF FATE

By DORA MOLLAN

<< It I*. by McClere N«w»p*per Syndicate.) For the third time since she entered the station Edltji Redway's overshoe slipped at the heel. For the third time she stopped to give it an impatient tug. At the instant a little hard bulk of paper bound about by fisted elastic, skidding from under the spurning foot of a passerby, brought up against Edith s offending She picked it up. Evidently the paper was wrapped about some small object. Whoever had kicked it her way had passed on. Edith dropped the little parcel Into her bag and proceeded to her train. Sinking into the first vacant seat the girl rested her head against the high plush back and wearily closed .her eyes. Two weeks with a grip cold as bed fellow had forced Edith to take a vacation. r The listlessness of convalescence possessed her mind and body. 'agrant thoughts came and went, unpursued to any conclusive end. Cousin Marie, whom Edith was going to visit, would ascribe her sickness to the fact that she didn’t wear woolens —she would harp on thrtt. Then the illness itself —doctor's bills qnd meals in her room—a forfeited summer vacation — no money for week-end outings—an employer who expected as untiring service from his office force as from his typing The approaching summer would loom dreary enough, Edith decided, were it not that a small park, that quaint old square dedicated to the memory of the man who tradition tells us never uttered a lie, lay within easy walking distance of her rooming house. There were green growing things there, and benches where one might sit and watch the passing. Associated with that, park in Edith’s mind was a man—a slender young man with dark, dreamy eyes who often walked there alone. Jie was not like the park’s patron saint. He could tell a lie —had told her one. One sunny Sunday morning he had sat on the bench next to her favorite one. Across the walk a toddling, swarthy speck of humanity, fired by the same spirit that sent a famous compatriot sailing over uncharted seas centuries before, set out from the port of his mother's knee on a voyage of discovery, gleefully tottering to the inevitable fall. Edith and the dark young man had simultaneously rushed to the rescue — half an instant too late. When the excited parent arrived they were making joint efforts to wipe away the evidences of a bleeding nose. The mother’s voluble thanks served as an introduction of a sort, and when they seated themselves again it was upon the same bench. They talked of many things—impersonal mostly. But the man had said he walked in the square every pleasant Sunday morning—he would look forward to seeing her the following week. That was the He. Two pleasant Sunday mornings had passed and he had not been there. The conductor, coming for her ticket, interrupted Edith's train of thought. As she took the pasteboard from her bag she noticed the forgotten little package. Slipping the elastic binding, she found it to contain a blue plush jewel box, and in the box reposed a ring—a cameo of extraordinarily delicate pink set simply in gold. It bore the profile of a woman, beautifully chiseled. With an inward ’exclamation of admiration Edith proceeded to closer examination of the ring. J Some characters, engraved on the inner surface, she deciphered as “C. to E; 3—2 —11-5.” Surely that mystic inscription must mean much to some one. Somewhere, that some one was bewailing the Ibss of the cameo even While she" was revelling in its beauty. . On the sheerest impulse, Miss Redway dropped the jewel box to the floor and thrust it under the seat with her foot but not before she had glimpsed the name of a well-known firm of jewelers stamped in gold inside the lid. She tried the ring on every finger and found that It best fitted the third finger of her left hand. Why shouldn’t she keep it? The foot of fate had literally kicked it to her. And, anyway, she remembered reading somewhere that beautiful things should belong to those to whom they brought the most enjoyment. It was easy for a rather discouraged, half sick young woman in Edith’s place to anaesthetize her conscience. But anaesthesia Is a temporary condition. Edith completely restored under Cousin Marie’s motherly care and on her way home two days earlier than' she had anticipated, spurred by the restlessness of the unaccustomedly idle, was sorely conscious of that jewelry firm’s name and address.' It met her eyes in the columns of the magazine she tried to read; the wheels of the train pounded out the rhythm of it The jewelers would be sure to have some record of the peraon to whom the ring had been sold and who had had It engraved. Surely, not to attempt to trace its ownerahfp through that obvious channel was to steal it; no less. This was Saturday afternoon and too late in the day to do anything about it. But on Monday morning she would give up the rttr Meantime, Edith rejoiced that

with a clear conscience she could wear it one more day. Sunday morning, warm and sunny, advance sample of the best styles In May weather, found Edith Redway strolling toward her favorite bench in the square. And there, looking as candid and trustworthy as if he and truth were one, sat the young man who had lied to her—who had promised and had not come. Steeling herself to ignore him bitterly. Edith was sauntering regally by when he caught sight of her and sprang up. his face alight It was too genuine; his delight too sincere. The giri yielded to his entreaties to be seated and let him explain. —; — He had been called away six weeks before, he said, by the almost fatal illness of his mother, and had returoed a fortßiglit ago. hath haunted the square ever since. Imping that she would come. What had happened? Where had she been? So Edith told him about her own illness and her havihg to go away, and between them they pieced it out that with any luck at all they would have met in the Grand Central, for they must have been there at the same moment on the day of her departure. It was in the midst of this interesting comparison of data that Edith subconsciously resenting' the pressure of too snug kid. drew the glove from her left hand. Her companion halted in the middlq of a "sentence. “Where did you get the ring?” he asked abruptly. ••It was given to me—by a friend.” Edith told the fib desperately. For some vague woman's reason she was impelled to Impress Ibis nice young man that she had the sort of friends who would choose such a ring to give her. * But her companion if impressed, was impressed curiously.. He glanced sidelong at Edith, at the ring and then straight across the square to the great Washington arch. Also he whistled, low and long and speculatively. “Do you suppose.” he, inquired, st ill gazing across t-he park, “that the bld boy over there on the arch ever told one like that? Honest Injun, where did you find it?” Instantly Edith’s tiny structure of deception collapsed. “I found it in the Grand Central station.” she admitted penitently. “Is —is it yours?’

“Oh, no, no,” was the hasty rejoinder. “I bought it, though, for a friend. You’ll find it marked, *C. to g . 3 o 11-5.’ The C stands for my name, Chester—Chester Barlow.” “And the E stands. I suppose, for the name of your fiancee?” Edith was carrying it off bravely. “I hope so, very earnestly. It stands, you see, for Edith —oh. I peeked twice at letters you had been reading, for I had to know. And the numbers stand for the month, the day and the hour when we first met. It’s yours. It has always been yours. Will you wear it —dear?” And Edith is wearing it yet.

WOULD GUARD BURIED CITIES

Archeologist Believes Important Discoveries Are Certain to Be Made in th© Holy Land. A great opportunity offers in Palestine. Prof. Flinders Petrie, the eminent archeologist, hqs appealed, in a little book on eastern exploration, to the British people to take immediate steps for the preservation of all historic sites and buildings which have fallen to Britain through General Allenby’s conquest of Palestine. He says that the buried cities and ruined monuments of the holy land (“Palestine is fulP’ of them) must at all costs be guarded with reverence. Professor Petrie is especially anxious concerning the holy city, and urges that building on the old sites sacred to three religions should be forbidden. Modern scientific sanitation is against piling more buildings on these ruins. There is a cletkt and sanitary alternative: extend a Suburb down the valley of Rephaim to the southwest, where the railway is, or to a better site two miles northwest in the valley running down •from Ramah. The present city has “bad water and bad access:” it ought to be kept for its historical value, and modem life ought to be removed to suitable healthy ground. Professor Petrie believes that with careful research, discoveries will be made of importance. The documents of early Palestine were clay tablets which can only be destroyed by crushing. Clay documents of David's or Solomon’s reign or, of the judges may be found.”

Dress in Jugo-Slavla.

The national dress of the women of Jugo-Slavta is very beautiful, and they wear it even* day. a custom now all too rare in Europe. Over the long, white skirt, of a hand-made linen, plaited like the Greek, they wear a brillitmtly embroidered apron. The blouses, of the same material as the skirt, have long clumsy sleeves, a high collar, hung and dangling with beads of gold, silver or coin. From the neck to the narrow waistline, 'like the breastplate of the men, are two pieces of meticulous embroidery—these, with white veils on their heads, flowers in their hair, worsted stockings, and you have the peasant women from the mountains. They stand together with baskets of fruit in the sun of the little squares.

No Hurry.

' Mrs. Newrich —Our picture© look all right, but we haven’t a single old master in our house. Newrich —Never mind, Jane; they will all be in a few hundred year*.— Boston Transcript.

THE EVENING REPUBLICAN. RENSSELAER. IND.

Coats Carefully Designed

WHEN a coat is dressy enough to wear about town over a silk frock as well as others, and practical enough for the country, in the motor or out, it has claims not to be ignored by the woman of good sense. When it has a style of its own—real distinction —in addition to these virtues—it is a joy to the finder. Here are two coats, one of them long and the other threequarter length, that will bear examination in the requirements mentioned. Coat styles are about equally divided between the long and. three-quarter length models. Their designers appear to be able to give either any flavor they wish and accomplish the desired end by making the best use of fabric, cut and finish. Long coats of broad plaids, full over the hips, flat at the front and gathered loosely in at the back, are youthful and chic. The same design acquires dignity made up in plain coatings. The smartest of the shorter coats hang in straight lines and many are the varieties in the cut of sleeves and collar, cuffs and pockets that add an Intangible but Invaluable

Simplicity for Younger Girls

IN DRESSING the miss from six to sixteen almost everyone agrees that she looks her best in simple frocks. Simplicity is the foundation of styles as they are created for her by people who give their talent and time to a task that is a long way from easy. Two white frocks for girls from twelve, to sixteen years, the efforts of experts, are shown here for the benefit of mothers who must settle the matter or dresses for graduation day and other days. These models can be made up in any of the lovely colors in organdie or voile. This frock Is made with plain blouse and straight, moderately full skirt Instead of tucks, there are wide bands about both the bodice and skirt on the underside and hemstitched to place. A color might be used in these bands but there' is an advantage in all-white,‘since it can be worn over colored underslips as well as over white, and two or three slips provided for the same drifes. The waist has a round neck finished with a deep frill of voile and narrower frills make the turned-back cuffs. The pret-

quality of style to the several good models, yokes, collars thst roll high or are worn open as occasion requires, pockets that are an incident in a wide turned-up hem —all these tricks of the designer that spell go<>d style, reveal that the art of the tailor is the capacIty for taking pains. The coat at the left of the group is made of any one of the soft, plain coatings and cou! - not be much simpler, as it is cut on kimono lines. The collar and cuffs are covered with silk embroidery in self color. Eyelets worked across the back and at each side of the front allow a heavy silk cord to fulfill its duty as a girdle that ties at the front. A similar cord with ends finished by ornaments is used to finish the square, full pockets at each side. The addition of very ornamental pockets and a novel treatment of the belt, helped out by the use of buttons In two sizes, convert the plain coat at the right into an interesting model for younger women. It requires a plain or mixed fabric.

ty leghorn hat, trimmed with small flowers suits the dress exactly. One of many organdy dresses designed for the younger graduates, has a bodice with deep “V” neck introducing a small chemisette of tucked organdy, and a wide plain collar. There are dibow sleeves with turnedback cuffs. Plain and tucked organdy make the skirt, the tucked side panels having groups of seven narrow tucks at wide Intervals, across ttem. Small, round crochet buttons are placed on the skirt where the tucks are joined to the plain front and back panels and a very small side drapery in the skirt is allowed as a concession to sixteen years and the dignity and importance of graduation day.

Fringe on Coat Sweaters.

Fringe appears op the more novel coat sweaters.

BEATS ANY BURGLAR ALARM

Exceedingly Unlikely That Thieves Will Ever Rifle the National Treasury of Annam. A Frenchman returned with an account of a singular national treasury in Annam. If the story is true —and it presents no essential improbability — the treasury is In no danger of robbery and is destined to become famous. Now, in Annam Iron safes of good resisting power are for the most part unknown, and, unfortunately, adroit thieves are not. To defend his most costly treasures the native ruler had to resort to some means in harmony with the natural circumstances of the country. Armed guards he could, not fully trust. Animals do not steal money, and nature had supplied the ruler with a creature that could not be wheedled nor killed except with a great deal of trouble. The crocodile is such an animal. ThertfTerwould have the crocodile guard his specie reserve. Yet to avail himself of the services, of the crocodile he must keep his money in a plhce where crocodiles are at home. Nothing was more simple. In the interior of his palace the ruler caused to be constructed a large tank or basin, which he kept filled with water. Then he took several teak logs, which he had bored wlth holes, and into these he put his specie reserve of gold and silver. The holes Were closed up and the lo'gs put into'the tank. Then some crocodiles of the largest and fiercest description were installed in the tank and maintained there —not being fed, however, with such a superfluity as to interfere with their natural ferocity. Any person who should undertake td reach the treasure-laden logs would surely be eaten by the crocodiles. And any one who should undertake to put the saurians out of the way would have to make noise enough to attract the attention of the human guards and of the ruler himself, for he, by Annam custom, is required to remain very closely in his palace. At any rate the royal crocodile treasury has never been robbed —and it cannot burn.

Woman “Called" Enver Pasha.

Enver Pasha, the most autocratic and arrogant of the committee of union and progress, was obliged to listen to the protests of Turkish women against the large number of casualties in the Dardanelles and Bagdad campaigns. He called together the bereaved mothers and reminded them that their sons were among the faithful in paradise, and that they should be preud and pleased to be the mothers of such brave patriots. One poor mother, bent with age and beyond caring for herself, dared to cry back to the man more feared by Turk and Christian alike than anyone else in the empire: “Marshallah, effendi (May it please God, your excellency): that your mother may soon have this same pride and pleasure that we have.”-— Barnett Miller, in Asia.

The Modem "Wash lady."

The wash-woman problem is a difficult one these days, all housekeepers will agree. But one Columbus family has more to worry about than some of the rest Several days ago their wash was late in coming back from the “washlady” and when she finally did come with the in answer to the question as to why she was late, she stated:, • “Well, you see we have a new automobile and the weather has been so nice that we have been taking motor trips every day.” Now the housewife is wondering what will happen to her washing when summer comes. It is of further interest to explain that the poor woman who is trying to have her washing done owns no automobile. —Columbus Dispatch.

Electricity to Thaw Ground.

The electric ground-thawing device used in Alaskan railroad building has the form of a hollow steel pile. This has a sharpened steel point at one end and a solid steel driving head at the other, and the hollow body contains a suitable resistance coll. The pointed tube Is driven like any pile into the frozen ground to the required depth. Connection Is then made with a power transmission line through a portable transformer mounted on a sledge and a low-volt current of high amperage is passed through the coil. The heat soon thaws the surrounding ground sufficiently for driving a wooden pile.

Utilizing Wood Waste.

The utilization of wood waste 18 ohe way recommended to cut down the high cost of living. Here are some articles made from sawdust andshingle waste which' the New York College of Forestry is exhibiting in its efforts to show' how the waste of the sawmill can be utilized to cheapen the cost of living. “Silk” socks, sausage’ casings, phonograph records, paper milk bottles and tanbark shingles. The “silk” looks like silk and feels like silk, but is much cheaper than silk. The sausage casings are made by treating the wood with chemicals that turn it into viscose, and rolling this into thin films.

Rather Slow.

“Isn’t Jackson a bit slow?" asked Lerret “Slow I” exclaimed Yadilloh, who lived In the same boarding house. “An elephant could take a sponge bath and have a body massage while Jack was washing his face.” —Judge.

BIG CHANGE NOTED

Life in Country Today Compared _ to Twenty Years Ago. Custom of Sleeping Outdoors, for Instance, Ie Growing—What the “Movies" and "Canned Music", Have Accomplished. Twenty years ago the inhabitants of entire villages, up in New York state at least, seemed to fear fresh air o’ nights and slept with their windows closed. Night air was not healthful, they said —and a lot of them lived tp,_ be ninety-seven even on that theory. The window sashes were nailed down and stuffed with, rags at the first sign of snow and we slept under those conditions. In those days if anyone had practiced sleeping outdoors, even in summer weather, it would have caused a sensation. “Cracked, I swan 1” the old fanners would have said. The change came gradually, presumably because the sons and daughters of the old residents went to work in the large centers where opened windows were, if not the rule, surely not the exception, remarks a writer in the New York Evening Sun. Now the com- ' plete change in the face when he returns to the once airless districts of early youth. _ L .. Night and day now the windows are wide open and sometimes even doors are never closed; no one thinks of living without screens and mosquito netting, even the poor in hollows and bylanes. The families frequently eat outdoors under the old apple tree, on red and white table covers or oilcloth or a bare scrubbed board. Dike the omnipresent flivver that carries the clerk and his family to picnics along the roadside, the outdoor-eating habit has done wonders for the health and happiness of all, particularly the country folk.

- Out-of-doors sleeplng is now well nigh a habit. Hardly a porch In thal; country nowadays Is complete without a khaki swing couch, a made-up cot or one of the old time hard, haircloth “sofles” with pillows and a patchwork quilt or two, ready for the sleeper. Most of these were hung with mosquito net curtains, looped back by day. Nowadays on these outdoor couches are seen reclining In daytime the old man of the family, lying at full length with his bare feet toasting in the sun. Twenty years ago he would have slept In the darkened parlos behind closed shutters; or, if very foolhardy, he might have been caught by watchful eyes of his family napping under the old apple tree; Yes, the country has come on! But outdoor sleeping by rural children has not yet arrived. Here the farmer’s wife draws the line. It may be all right for grandpap and herself and husband, but she is not yet sure about the night nlr for little lungs. So children’s cots are not seen upon the porches. They still sleep within four walls and a celling.

The city and large towns have come to this airy regime through years of propaganda in newspapers, in churches and in social centers. The country absorbed it through newspapers and magazlnes. But if there has been a notable change in the attitude of farm and village folk toward fresh air there has been an even greater change in their social life. The small town of twenty years ago is not the small town of today. Then they had church sociables. They may still have them, but I do not know where. There used to be buggy rides and prayer and the greatest dissipation,of the younger villagers was “going walking,” with a possible “sody" at the corner drug store. Booth Tarkington depicts rural scenes truthfully, but his pointed view is now out of date. The movies and "canned” music have recreated village life. Even in those families where there is no automobile life Is a far pleasanter thing than it was twenty years ago. The movies entertain the whole family. And in the evenings, when the movies fait the average soda fountain draws not with ice-cream cones and candy alone but with a rollicking, jazzing mechanical player. The drug store has become largely a refreshment parlor; It is now a social center.* Young and old meet there and strolling and loafing have gone into the discard. The closing of saloons may have helped, but even before prohibition the lilting notes of music boxes in ice cream parlors began to woo the villagers. Twenty years ago never was there such joyousness in country life, such clothes worn by the young girls, such sang-froid among the boys, such naive sophistication upon all. There spoke the screen in Mary Pickford curls, in styles of an extremity, in a youth’s cane, in a girl’s vampish slouch. And all the joy life. That is the secret of the change that has come over village habits of living. The cheap cost of the photoplay and the graphophone has taught the public tn out-of-the-way places to get into Hie game: to live joyously.

Wood Strong, Though Light.

Tests of balso wood by the Massachusetts Institute of Technology showed a strength fully one-half as great as spruce. Yet this Equadorlan wood weighs only 7.3 pounds per cubic foot, while cork weighs 13.7 pounds. z The wood is stated to be practically pure cellulose, with no lignification, the strength being due to Its structure of large barrel-shaped cellar , -