Jasper County Democrat, Volume 5, Number 22, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 September 1902 — Page 2

HIS LADY OF DREAMS

/a HE came suddenly into bis sight, IqS dispelling his brown study and interrupting Ills pipe. She stood beyond the table, beside the door, tall and slight, In a white gown that clung to her arms and shoulders and rounded waist, and swept about her feet in heavy folds. Across swung from her neck by a long silver chain, and she wore a broad-brimmed hat with a gauzy white veil, so her face wns in shadow. She leaned slightly toward Ashe as lie clutched the arms of his big chair and sat forward in amazement. “I «m the Princess Constantin Gregorius," she said gently. "Of of Russia 7" lie asked stupidly, trying to fun away the haze of tobacco smoke. ‘There are other lands," she said indifferently. “And not so far away.” "Great Caesar!” he breathed, bewildered, and his pipe dropped from his astonished fingers. With the feeling that it was the only bond between him and rationality, he stooped to pick it up, and ns he rose lie struck his head sharply against the corner of the library table. Dizzy from the blow, he staggered to liis feet nnd looked towards the door. Stie was gone, ns mysteriously ns she had come. He rushed blindly around the table and across the room, stumbling over eusy chairs and footstools, ami sending a revolving bookcase spinning around. The hall was also empty. No trailing gowns had turned up the edges of the rugs, nor could lie hear any hurrying steps on the iiolislual stairH. lie blinked at the sun pouring red and purple through the painted window for a moment, and then turned back and sat down on the nearest clmlr. Good heavens! what a dream! Who was she? What was her motive in appearing and announcing herself In that royal way? And lie hadn't seen her face! Well, If It was as pretty as her figure—oh, confound his head; and lie was still feeling - of it gingerly, too dazed to think of more than one thing at a time, when be heard his friend’s cheerful whistle In the ball. "Well, old chnp," said Thurston, coming In. "Phew! but tiiat pipe of yours is a fright! If we don't air this room liefore the mater gets Into it, your goose s cooked!” "Why, what will she do?” cried the itber uncertainly. "You’ll never get another bid for -Sunday,” said the first, throwing open one of the windows. “Gee! I didn't realize how rank Clssle is getting. Retire her, Billy, and get another. But say, what's the matter, old man? I left you composing a sonnet nnd going to sleep over It. What’s wrong?” Ashe looked down at Ills maligned pipe, and then up at his friend. "Say do you suppose she thought it was rank?” he asked. “Tire mater?” said Thurston, puzsled. "She hasn't been here already, has she? If so, we’d better go back to-night. Did she wake you up?" "No, I dreamed it,” said the owner of the pipe, nnd began to feel of Ills hump with a frown of pain. Ills friend looked at Idm for a moment curiously, and then aimed a heavy leather cushion from the nearest Morris chair at blm. "Wake up, you idiot!” he said. "This Is no sleeping car.” The idiot parried the cusiiion. "Dick, lias your sister a friend visiting her?” lie inquired. "No," said the other. "Well, there was oue in here, any way," pursued Ashe. "One what!” demanded Thurston. "Oue princess,” said the other. His host surveyed him in silence for a moment. "Ashe, you’re crazy!" he said at last. “Come out nnd take a walk." Mr. Wlhnerlug Ashe was making for himself a rather neat reputation with readers of current magazines as a writer of clever little occasional verses. Among his friends at his cluhe ho was considered a good fellow, and they chose to assume that somewhere he kept hidden away tlie person who wrote his verses for li-lm. His mother's friends approved of blm because he paid his calls, nnd he wns chiefly famous with the young ladles of his rather general acquaintance, us a master of the arts of Welsh rarehltry and badinage. But no one was prepared for the almost Oriental beauty nnd mysticism of his latest verses, which appeared in one of the best of the monthly periodicals under the name of "My Lady of the Realm of Dreams,” and which would have done credit to a much more ambitious poet than Hilly Ashe. Ashe himself thought rather well of them; he felt that It in some way compensated for the very nasty knock on the head that the I-ady imd the means of giving him, and tliut be had turned a most perplexing dream to very good account. It wns better than taking It to the Society of Psychical Research, which lie imd thought of doing In tiie vividness of Ids first impress lon. hut six months without nny further developments, w aking or sleeping had (lulled Ills keen conviction of Its psychic value. Meanwhile, n comfortable check from the magazine hud seeiusd to take the thing out of the province of psychic research. Ashe was a modest man, but not too much so to find a little lionizing quite to bis taste, nnd he went to afternoon teas and cotillions with a feeding that to-morrow would bo some one else'a day, and he must gather his roses while he might. 8o he entered Mrs.

Foster’s long drawing-room prepared to smile as he listened to his verse misquoted by fair flatterers; he retained that serene attitude of mind while he shook hands with Mrs. Foster, nnd not one minute longer. For beyond Mrs. Foster, standing just outside the ring of light from a tall lamp, was the Lady of his dreams, with her white gown that clung to her shoulders and round waist, nnd flnred with heavy folds at her feet. This time she wore a fan on the long silver chain around her neck, and she hnd no hat nor veil, so Ashe sould see that she was regarding him with the frankest Interest from a pair of most attractive brown eyes. He flushed with surprise, and his remarks to Mrs. Foster died on his lips. She was not a dream, then, his princess! A sudden recollection of the check from the “Hundred Years” made him warm, and as a corollary came the realization of his narrow escape from the Society of Psychic Research—good heavens! Meanwhile Mrs. Foster wns saying graciously, "So good of you to come, Mr. Ashe, nnd not to forget your old -friends, now you are such a celebrity. And to reward you, I aui going to introduce you to a very dear young friend of mine, Miss Gregory, who admires your poems so much.” And Ashe found himself before ids princess, while Mrs. Foster went on fluently, “Constance, my dear, this is Mr. Ashe," and turned to greet another guest. AH remnants of ills self possession vanished at the sound of the names, nnd interrupting Miss Gregory’s polite expressions of delight at making his acquaintance, Ashe asked abruptly: "Are you a princess?” She opened her brown eyes wider and looked at him in surprise. “Do—do you believe in telepathy and astral bodies?" he went on after a moment’s pause. "Or are you only a dream?” “Dear me!" said the girl. "Mrs. Foster sahl you were so nice, and not startling—that no one would kn()w that you were a poet or anything else at all awe-inspiring, nnd here you have called me three alarming names in as many minutes. Is this poetic license, Mr. Ashe?" "Did you really mind Cissy Loftus?" he asked anxiously. "You see, she’s my favorite pipe, but she's rather old, nnd I’m afraid she's a little too strong to be pleasant to strangers. But I didn’t expect you, you know, when you came in so suddenly." The girl’s face was gravely puzzled, but her eyes looked amused. “Pm afraid Mrs. Foster has a mistaken idea of yon," she said with a shake of her head. "Where do you live?" inquired Ashe. "When you are not in a dream, you know—when you are not in the Thurston’s library?” “Well,” said Miss Gregory, “I am relieved, I am glad to find that I can at last take an intelligent interest in the conversation. The Thurston’s library—isn’t it a fascinating place?" “You weren’t in It long enough to find out," objected Ashe. “Ami do you think it was quite kind of you to make me bump my head?” "Long enough! I've spent hours In the Thurston's library," said the girl in mock indignation. “And I never made you hump your head.” "Well, perhaps not consciously,” admitted Ashe, "but it was under your spell.” Miss Gregory looked at him with a smile beginning to show at the corners of her mouth. "You are certainly casting a spell over me,” she said. “Really, Mr. Ashe, I don't know what you mean—l’m sure I never hnd anything to do with your humping your head, hut I'm not sure that it wouldn't do it good.” "Cruel!” said Ashe. "Well, since you won’t admit it, let's begin again. 1 am very glad to meet you, Miss Gregory. Mrs. Foster is too good to me. Do you know, your face is very familiar—haven’t I met you before?" "Mrs. Foster lias been kind to me too," replied Miss Gregory prettily. “No, Mr. Ashe, I’m sure that I should not have forgotten it if we had met before. My home is not in New York, nnd I am not hero very much. But I have heard of you often, from Mrs. Foster, and the Thurstons in Morristown, nnd, of course, I have read your verses." "How time must clamor at your doors to t>e killed!" said Ashe. "Ah. now you are unkind to your little brain-child!” reproached the girl. "You have been sufficiently overkind to even up accounts In mentioning them at all,” returned Ashe. “There, you see 1 eau do the proper; now, for heaven’s sake. Miss Gregory, tell me if 1 dreamed o(.you, or saw you, that day at Dick Thurston's?" The girl drew hack. "I don't understand you," she said, a little haughtily, nnd then she smiled at ids crestfallen fncc. "It can't be possible!" Insted Ashe. "The Princess (’onstnutia Gregorius—and I was nss enough to ask of what! Don’t you know, Miss Gregory—didn't you realize that you arc my ’Lady of Dreams?’ ” "1?" said Miss Gregory—“l your Lady of—oh, Mr. Ashe! Ilemeber that I’m not a resident not to the manner Ihwti, ns It were. I'm Just a country cousin from Binghamton. Do you think It's nice to make fun of me? Constantin Gregorius, Indeed!” She laughed out. a merry little laugh. “ ‘She comes from a land nor near nor far,’" said Ashe, guilty of tha banality of quoting his own verses.

Miss Gregory surveyed him with amusement. "This is too fine a frenzy for me,” she announced. “Aren’t ybu hungry, Mr. Ashe? Shan’t we go and have something to eat?" Ashe followed her mechanically. "Don’t you sometimes wear a cross on that chain,” he asked. ‘’Sometimes,” slife answered, with lifted eyebrows. “Wern't you in Morristown at the Thurstons’ last September?" he pursued. "Yes, I was In Morristown, but only occasionally at the Thurstons’,” she re turned. “Then you did walk Into the library one Sunday afternoon and tell me you were the Princess Constantia Gregorius,” he said positively. “Mr. Ashe!” she said reprovingly. "Have you a twin sister?” asked Ashe desperately. ”1 am all the daughters of my fntb er's house.” she said lightly, but be* eyes were dancing as she gave him his chocolate. “Don’t you remember the painful taking off of Sapphira?" he inquired sternly. Miss Gregory counted on her fingers. "A princess, Constantia Gregorius, an astral body—let me see! a dream, and now a liar!" she said. “Oh, fie, Mr. Ashe!” "I have SSO that belongs to you,” said Ashe irrelevantly. “I beg your pardon?" said the girl blankly. “By rights,” nsservnted Ashe, with a nod. "Half of what I got for that poem, you know. I calculated that my thought and labor are good for half, but you furnished the Idea, you see.” Miss Gregory sat down on the nearest chair and laughed aloud. Ashe sipped liis chocolate meditatively and watched her. j "For n poof." she said at last, “you are most unexpectedly practical.” "When I've offered to share my income with a comparative stranger—a chimerical, elusive dream-lady at that?” lie asked, raising his ..eyebrows. "I’m not sure about chimeras, but I think they were monsters of some kind,” said the girl. “And your Income is too small to be alluring, Mr. Ashe. If you don't wish any more of that chocolate, won't you have some tiling cold? No. We’ll, then come hack to Mrs. Foster. I'm afraid you'll lie borrowing money of me next, to say nothing of the way in which you are straining your poetic fancy to find flattering names for me." She took his cup and turned away. Before he could follow he was seized upon nnd carried off in triumph by some fair admirers, and a quick glance back showed him that a fortunate elderly gentleman had taken possession of her, so he resigned himself to the inevitable, and did not see her again until just as lie was leaving. He had looked for her to say goodbye, but in vain, and Mrs. Foster did not know where she had hidden herself, so he was starting off, disappointed, but resolved not to let the thing drop, when her voice stopped him with liis hand on the door. "An revoir, Mr. Ashe,” she said, leaning toward him from the lowest step of the stairway. “Au revoir.” “Thank you,” he responded heartily. “And very soon, most fair lady of the realm of my dreams.” “That is really a lovely thing, Mr. Ashe,” she said, “and I am very proud to think that you think that I had any part In it.” “But didn't you?" he demanded. "Do I believe in telepathy?” she asked mockingly. “Am I an astral body, or a had dream?” He shook his high hat threateningly at her. “The truth is not in you. Mademoiselle Sapphira,” he announced. "Hear the lion growl!” she retorted, with a saucy nod, and turned to go upstairs. He took a step toward her. "Miss Gregory!" he said imploringly, "Seriously, now?" she looked at him over her shoulder with dancing eyes. “Do you know, until to-day, I always supposed it was Dick Thurston that I woke up that afternoon,” she said confidentially, and ran lightly upstairs.—N. Y. Evening Post.

Height of the Atmosphere.

One thing may be said about the new atmosphere. That of old was supposed to he not over sixty miles high. Its ratio of decrease of density seemed to prove this. The atmosphere is now believed to he fully 500 miles high. This belief Is based upon a study of the fall of meteorites. These free wanderers of space plunge into the upper air at so great a speed that their friction, even with the extremely rare gas at that high altitude, soon heats them to Incandescence, nnd they flntno Into light. They have been observed to flash out in this way at a height of over 100 miles. At this elevation the air must be so exceedingly rare as to render it certain that friction with several hundred miles of it would be needed to heat a meteor to the incandescent point. Front this It Is estimated that the upper limit of the atmosphere cannot he less than 500 miles above the surface. It may be much more, says Charles Morris In Llpplncott. The air may extend upward as for ns the force of gravity Is capable of overcoming Its centrifugal force, which steadily increases with height. How high that is no one cau tell.

Quite Unpardonable.

Edmonla—Mrs. Topnoteh Is what I call Impertinent. Eudocla—la what way? N Kdmonla—Why, she Is not a colonial dame, but when she came to the colonial reception nhe had on a more elegunt frock than any ono of the dames. —Detroit Fret? Press. It takes the divorce Judges to unman a woman.

WOMEN

WOMAN’S LOVE FOR THE BRUTE. WHY is it that the surgeon who serves on the firing line is socially ignored? asks James Creelman, the veteran war correspondent who writes of “The Man in Uniform” in the Pilgrim. No man who has seen real fighting can deny that the military surgeon is usually the man who bears the brunt of duty In any action. He must face the dangers of tlie fight without the excitemeut of fighting. He saves life while the others destroy it. But who thrills at the sight of a military surgeon? One Is driven to the conclusion that the social idolatry of the fighting man in uniform is founded on the iunate admiration of women for bruto force. Disguise it as you will, the fact remains that the man who kills is more attractive to the feminine heart than the man who saves. It is the unconscious tribute of weakness to strength, and the more terrible the strength, the more ruthless its manifestations, the more irresistibly fascinating its heraldry becomes. The man In uniform may be an uncouth, graceless fellow, without a useful thought in his head still, he represents that mysterious power chartered to slay. One lo destroy, is murder by the law; And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; To murder thousands, takes a specious name, "War’s glorious art,” and gives immortal fame. It is an odd tiling to reflect upon in this glorious Christian Twentieth cen.ury; and yet, no nation can preserve its integrity or its - institutions without the use of soldiers. The Chinese empire, with 400,000,000 inhabitants, was conquered in 1894 by little Japan. The soldier occupies almost the lowest rank in Chinese society; in Japan the soldier is the aristocrat. And it is true of all history, that when thD soldiers of any nation ceased to be a special object of honor that nation perished.

A leading tailor says there is to be any amount of silk strappings used on #ool gowns. A wool veiling just “created" By him has a skirt the lower half of which is trimmed with a heavy pattern, done In narrow stitched bands of taffeta, but in a darker shade than tha veiling. The blouse and upper part of the sleeves are trimmed In the same way, and the large collar is also edged with silk bands. The batiste robe dresses continue to be the rage, and in these days of bargains they are bought up as eagerly as if the season was not more than half ipent. Embroidered batistes are lively, even at 37 cents and upward. Women who have ideas and taste buy a few yards of the embroidered batiste for trimming and the plain for the gown; this makes an inexpensive dress, nnd if properly made will look ns well as n $75 robe dress. The embroidery counters nre filled to overflowing with genuine bargains in these batiste embroideries, as well as the handsome white embroideries, at a "mere song.” Those for undermuslins nre especially cheap, while some rare treasures are to be found in the remnant boxes for a few stray pennies. Folly of Ovcrucnaitivcnesa. Oversensitive people are usually very flne-grninod, highly organized, and intelligent, nnd. If (hey could overcome this weakness, would become capable, conscientious workers. Tb!s failing—for it Is a falling, and a very serious ona, too- Is an exaggerated form of self-consciousness, which, wlillo entirely different from egotism or conceit, causes self to loom up In such large proportions on the mental retina as to overshadow everything else. The victim of It feels that, wherever he goes, he is the center of observation, and that all eyes, all thoughts are focused upon him. He Imagines that people are criticising his movements aud his person, and making fun at his expense; when, in reality, they are not thinking of him, nnd perhaps did not see him, The surest way to conquer morbid sensitiveness Is to mingle with people as freely as possible, and, while appraising your own ability and intelligence at least ns Impartially as you would those of n friend or acquaintance, to forget yourself. Unless you can become unconscious of self, you will never either nppenr at your liest or do the best of which you are capable. It requires will power nnd an unbeudlug determination to conquer this arch enemy to success, hut What lias been done can he done, and many who were held

down by It for years have, by their own efforts, outgrown it and risen to commanding positions.—O. S. Marden in Success. To Have an Obedient Wife. See your wife as seldom as possible. If she is warm-hearted and cheerful in temper or if, after a day’s or a week’s absence, she meets you with a smiling face, and in an affectipnate manner, lie sure to look coldly upon her, and answer her with monosyllables. If she forces back her tears, and Is resolved to look cheerful, sit down and gape In her presence till she is fully convinced of your indifference. Never think you have anything to do to make her happy, but that her happiness is to flow from gratifying your caprices; and when she has done all a woman can do, be sure you do not appear gratified. Never take an interest in any of her pursuits; and if she asks your advice, make her feel troublesome and impertinent. If she attempts to rally you goodhumoredly, on any of your peculiarities, never join in the laugh, but frown her Into silence. If she has faults (which, without doubt, she will have, and perhaps may be ignorant of), never attempt with kindness to correct them, but continually obtrude upon her ears: "What a good wife Mr. Smith has!" “llow ha,ppy Mr. Smith Is with his wife!” “Any man would be happy with such a wife!” In company never seem to know you have a wife; treat all her remarks with indifference, and be very affable and complacent to every other lady. If you follow these directions, you may be certain tis an obedient and heart-broken wife. Physically Perfect Woman. A perfectly formed woman will stand at the average height of 5 feet 3 inches to 5 feet 7 inches. She will weigh from 123 to 140 pounds. A plumb line dropped from a point marked by the tip of her nose will fall at a point one inch In ffout of her great toe. Her shoulders and her hips will strike a straight line up and down. Her waist will taper gradually to a size on a line drawn from the outer third of the collarbone to the hips. Her bust will measure from 28 to 30 inches, her hips will measure from 0 to 10 inches more than this, and her waist will call for a belt from 22 to 28 inches. The upper arm of the perfectly formed woman will end at the waistline, and her forearm will extend to a point permitting the fingers to reach a mark just below the middle of the thigh. She should measure from her waist to her feet about a foot more than from the waist to the crown of her head. Her neck should be from 12 to 14 inches around, her head erect, and on a line with tha central plane of her body, and her foot should be of a size and shape to conform to her bands. The well-propor-tioned woman wears a shoe one-half the size of the glove her hand calls for. Thus, If a woman wears a six glove she should also wear a three shoe.— New York News Children's Punishments. It is never wise to punish a child too severely. No pudding at dinner, being sent out of the room, a curtailing of games, or some little treat omitted will be quite sufficient to show the child that It is in disgrace, and will probably be a puulsbme.nt which it will remember. Threatening or frightening naughty children Is worse than useless, and never, never shut up a child, especially one at all nervous, In a room or cupboard alone. The agonies and terrors, none the less horrible for being Imaginary, that some children have suffered from punishments of this sort have spoilt their nerves for life, and in some eases have seriously undermined their health. To take no notice of a fault is often the best way of punishing n child. Children are all unconscious actors, and, having a strong senso of the dramatic, enjoy being naughty enough to raise a sceue; but a wise mother will not argue with her child, or declaim, but will wait until the tantrums are over, and then talk quietly, this will make far more impression than a scolding in the heat of temper. Observations. Girls who know suy that when you lose your nppetlte for chocolate fudge* nnd want to write had poetry, Cupid’a going to "git yo’ if yo’ don’t watch out.” There’s a heap of money spent for rouge, fnlse frizzes nud eyebrow pencils that should be invested In soap and bath brushes. A woman who bought two bonnet* for 5 cents at a millinery stampede say* that lt’» a shame the way these shopkeepers get a iK»or mortal's money away from her. Some misguided girls have an Idea that to dress the hair artistically 1* to wind it up in a criss-cross Kiop that looks like n pile of Jackstraws. The vanity microbe knows that It has found n free lodging house with no wood-sawing to do when it ereeps Into the brain cells of the giddy, shallowminded damsel. Women'* Rights in Abvsslnin. In the matter of women’s right* Abyssinia is far in the lead of other countries. All nffnlrs of the Abyssinian home nre looked after l>y the woman. The house with nil Its contents belouga to the wife, and If the husband offends her she turns him out until he la fully repentant nnd makes amends.

Chicago, Indianapolis and Louisville By. Rensselaer Time-Table, South Bound. No. 31—Fast Mail 4:49 a.m. No. B—Louisville Moil, (daily) 10:55 a. m. No.33—lndianapolis Mail, (daily).. 2 0)2 p. m No. 39—Milk accomm., (daily) 6:15 p. m' No. 3—Louisville Express, (daily).. 11:25 p. m‘ •No. 45 Local freight 2:40p. m. North Bound. No. 4—Mail, (daily) 4:30 a.m. No. 40—Milk accomm., (daily) 7:31a.m. No. 32—Fast Mail, (daily) 9:55 a. m, •No. 30—Cin.to Chicago Ves. Mail.. 6:32 p.m. JNo. 38—Cln. to Chicago 2:57 p.m. No. 6—Mail and Express, (daily)... 3:30 p.m. •No. 46—Local freight 9:55 a.m. No. 74—Freight, (dally) 9 0)9 p. m. •Daily except Sunday. only. No. 74 carries passengers between Monon and Lowell. Hammond has been made a regular stop for No. 30. No. 32 and 33 now stop at Cedar Lake. Frank J. Reed, G. P. A., W. H. McDokl, President and Gen. M’g'r, Chas. H. Rockwell, Traffic M'g’r, CHIOASO. W. H. Beam, Agent, Rensselaer.

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