Jasper County Democrat, Volume 13, Number 103, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 April 1911 — Page 8

COUNTRY CORRESPONDENCE

1 SOUTH NEWTON. —' •*—* : ' . Arthur Powell and wife visited with relatives in Fair Oaks Sunday. The Carr family took Sunday dip ner with Ernest Mayhew and wife. Clarence Pruett made a business trip to the Ade farm near Brook Friday. Mr. and Mrs., Arthur Mayhew visited with relatives in and near Broo* Sunday. iMrs. Fred Waling called on he' sister, Mrs. Arthur Powell, Tuesda* afternoon. Miss Margaret Yeager spent last Thursday night with Jay Lamsop and family: Mr. and Mrs. Jesse Dunn took dinner with .Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Pruett Sunday. Marshall visited from Sunday till Tuesday with is brother Clarence and wife. Mr. and Mrs. Henry Wortley spent Sunday with the former’* brother Albert and family. Mr. and Mrs. Silas Potts of near Brook were the guests of Fred Waling and wife Sunday.

Mr. and Mrs, Ross Reed moved Tuesday on the Lawler farm lately vacated by Henry Doan. Those who visited at Weiss’ Sunday were Mary and Earl Whitead and the Critser children. Ernest Mayhew and Clarence Pruett delivered some stock to J. J. Eiglesbach, the butcher, Wednesday. On account of the storm last Sun day the preliminary meeting for Sunday school was postponed until April 8 at 2 p. m. Miss Margaret Yeager returned to her home near North Vernon, Jennings county, Saturday. We regret very much to see her leave for she was esteemed as a friend as well teacher by air who new hr. School closed Friday at No. G with Miss Margaret Yeager as teach er, after a very successful: term. A fine dinner was served at noon and all present did full justice to it. A program followed and was enjoyed by all.

SAFE MEDICINE FOR CHILDREN Foley’s Honey and Tar Compound is a safe and effective medicine for children as it does not contain opiates or harmful drugs. The genuine Foley’s Honey and Tar Compound is in a yellow package-—A. F. Long.

PINE GROVE. | —; — 1— James. Campbell is not much better at this writing. Mrs. James Britt called on Mrs. Chas. Walker Tuesday. Andy Ropp called on James Torbet Wednesday evening. Andy Ropp’s were Rensselaer goers Friday of last week. Chas. Walker and daughter Lucy were Rensselaer goers Saturday. The birthday dinner on Miss Chloae Torbet Sunday was well attended, and all reported a fine time. Mrs. James Torbet and daughter, Mrs. Nellie Beck, called on Mr. and Mrs. u James Campbell Wednesday evening. Earl Beck of Indianapolis came Saturday to spend a week with his mother, Mrs. Harry Beck and other relatives. There will be organizing of the Sunday school at Independence school house next Sunday. Everybody come. The birthday surprise party on Miss Vernie Shroyer Wednesday night was well attended and all reported a fine time. Wednesday being the last day of school at Independence, the patrons of the school gave a dinner in honor of the teacher. There was a large crowd and a nice program.

Foley Kidney Pills contain in concentrated form ingredients of established therapeutic value for the relief and cure of all kidney and bladder ailments. Foley Kidney Pills are antiseptic, tonic and restorative. Refuse substitutes.-—A. F. Long. Some women are mean enough to refuse to tell their next door neighbor what the neighbor across the street just said about her. , Before a reform can become popular it has to put up collateral as guaranty that it won’t hurt business. That Cruder Age. Nothing serves better to illustrate the difference between the past and the present than the story of Sir Walter Raleigh laying down his coat that the queen might walk over a muddy crossing dry shed.. Queens nowadays do not go around as a small boy with a pair of rubber boots looking for: mud puddles >n which to wade. , A courtier to make a hit at the pres ent time would have to run ahead of the queen’s auto with a basket on bis arm, piekihgTp tacks ahd broken bits of glass. This would be some exer cise—take it from Bill, the auto dodger.

Some Business 4? \ Judgment. I jtL I " Tbe landlord ‘ / was f° r V \ o rent today. John.” “Did you pay / / him? ” 1 “No.” / “You are bright- / / er t^ian 1 thought A~i you were.” X W 1Z" 7 Bl) '«

IN THE WORLD OF SPORT

Pitcher Fanning Seems to Be Rightly Named.

Charles Fanning, the pitching recruit whom the St Louis Americans landed from the Galesburg club of the Central association, seems to possess the right handle, for he fanned 320 men in fifty-one games last year. Incidentally he won thirty games, lost twelve and tied three. He also possessed excellent control, passing only fifty-nine men and hitting but seven In his fifty-one games. Only seventy? four runs were scored off him, the opposing teams registering 248 hits. The same young gentleman struck out 246 batters in 1909, leading his league that year as well as last During the spring practice games Fanning showed up so well that Manager Bobby Wallace will give him a good trial.

Penn Relays to Be Good. The relay races under the auspices of the University of Pennsylvania promise to be even more important and more Interesting than ever before. Practically aYI of the big colleges, such as Tale, Harvard, Michigan, Chicago, Princeton, Columbia and others, have already sent word that they will have teams In the series. This almost guarantees a repetition of the wonderful running for which the relays have become famous. Chicago will be represented by Ira Davenport, who won both the quarter mile and half mile races at the conference games in the remarkable times of 48 4-5 seconds and 1 minute 56 3-5 seconds respectively. Michigan will send on Ralph Craig, the world’s record hold at the 220, which be won at the last intercollegiate championship sports In 21 1-5 seconds.

No Market For Horses Abroad. It looks as If there will be no market for American thoroughbreds except at home in the near future. With South America closed, England agitating a tax on the American product and France closing even its steeplechases to foreign horses, the breeding industry in this country will have to find a market here or give up business. It will possibly be a good thing for racing In this country if the foreign markets are closed, as it may cheapen the thoroughbred, which today is anything but a drug on the market. It is next to Impossible to buy a good horse these days. Ocean Motorboat Race. Conditions for the long distance motorboat race from New York to Bermuda were recently announced. The race will be started in Gravesend bay, Saturday, June 17, under the auspices of the Motorboat Club of America and the Royal Bermuda Yacht club for the challenge eup. with SI,OOO in cash to the owner of the winning boat, with a second prize if three or more boats start and a third prize if five boats start

Langford No Longer a Middleweight. Sam Langford practically admits that he has graduated from the middleweight class because he doesn’t relish cutting down his weight to make 158 pounds ringside. Langford believes he has a chance tq_fight Jack Johnson for theheavy weight title and Is going to build up rather than keep down. Toronto Has Bunch of Vets. If Joe Kelley, the Toronto manager, can rejuvenate such veterans as Willie Keeler, Tim Jordan and Bradley he believes his team will make a powerful bid for the Eastern league pennant. i But just nbw the champion Rbchesters are generally picked to win right over again, as John Ganzel has a great combination'of talent Cricket Player Scores 208 Runs. Victor Trumpet of the New South Wales cricket team scored 208 runs, not out, for Australia in the third test match of cricket with the South Africa team at Adelaide. 1

How He Came Home

The Beginning and the End of His Sin

By CLARISSA MACKIE

The street lay in shadow, for heavy clouds obscured the young moon. A clock in the distance struck # 2, and down at the corner, where a broad avenue intersected the quiet street, a policeman swung on his heels and vanished down the lighted way. Out of the darkness of the street there was evolved the shadow of a man that became substance when he had slipped into a dark areaway, skillfully forced the door and entered a little ball. He locked the door behind him and turned on the f tiniest glimmer of light from his pocket lamp. With a nod of satisfaction be found the stairs that led up to the first floor. He slipped a black mask over his face and mounted the steps. Under As feet ran the soft, thick carpet of a long hall. He- knew this type of house--there should be a door front and back leading to the street anl yard respectively—and calculated his getaways. The narrow beam of his lamp found the door of the dining room, and be entered, closing it noiselessly behind him. The sideboard showed an array of rather old fashioned silver. He looked at it critically, weighing some of the pieces in his hand, all the time conscious that there was a certain familiarity in their outlines. Their recognition came as a blow in the face. ■' This was his mother s silver! What was it doing here? What had he done? The stairs creaked ominously, and he shut off the light and slipped into the hall that he might be close to the rear door. He could hear the soft rustle of a woman’s gown and the light tread of

LIFTED HER GENTLY.

slippered feet on the stairs. Then came her voice, anxiously low: “Raymond!" she called softly. That was his name, but he did not answer. Instead he seemed to shrink against the wall, and his hands covered his masked face. “Raymond—ah, I thought perhaps it was Raymond. James said he would come back some day.” shesighed and then uttered a slight exclamation of pain. There came a muffled, stumbling sound. “Oh. dear! My ankle again!" Then silence. The man swept the mask from his face and crammed it in his pocket He tiptoed down the length of the hall to the stairs, where a white object blurred against the darkness. He understood the situation at once. His mother had a weak ankle. She had sprained it once more and fainted from the pain. With trembling arms he groped for and found her slender form and lifted her gently. Her soft hair brushed his cheek, and he gnawed’ his lips to still their quivering. Slowly he mounted the stairs with his burden and carried her into a front room where a night lamp burned dimly. < He could see that the last three years had aged her pitifully. Her face- was worn into thin lines and deprived of its pretty color. Her gray hair lay in a heavy braid over her shoulder, and his lips touched it as he bent above her.' Then her eyes opened wider-and with unutterable joy in their depths. “Raymond! It was you after all! You have come back!” she cried. “My son! My son!" _ . - He knelt beside the bed and submitted his face to her tender scrutiny. She kissed him dnd crooned over him as if he was the baby she had worshiped. The three years since his disappearance from home had left their mark upon his countenance, and she tried to kiss the alien marks away. “Your father will be so happy! He has always said you would come back,” she whispered “Where is dad?” be asked huskily.

“He went to Albany this mornlrg. He said be might return very late, so I did not sit up for him. It must be nearly morning. I don’t believe be is i qbaiing. Tell me about yourself, dea r. Why did you go? Your father did not mean to be sv harsh with you. He v.otiid have forgiven you.. Raymond.” The young man told her in broken sentences of his angry flight from home after the quarrel with his father. of his journey to the Yukon Country. his unsuccessful search for gold, the long winters, the return by various stages. Now be was here. He skipped all the period that had elapsed since his return to New York; hew he had drifted around the great city Confident that his parents were still living in the suburban town where he had been born He did not tell her that ilttle by little he had slipped on the downward path until his sense of honesty had been blunted so that at last he could enter the bouse of a stranger and steal his valuables. This was his first attempt—and he had entered the house of his own father!

She did not hear any of this as he stepped to and fro. deftly bandaging her swollen ankle, covering her with the silken quilt, administering a few drops of her favorite cordial as he bad been wont to do when be was at home. At last he was sitting beside her once more. The gray dawn was sifting through the windows and showed bis face softened and glowing. “When did you leave Springside?" he asked at last. “A year ago. Your father felt that he would be nearer his business—and it was dull in Springside." Raymond understood. They had come to New York, for there was a greater chance of seeing him if he should be there in that maelstrom of waifs and Strays from the world. He asked after one and another of bld friends. At last he spoke hesitatingly. “Elsie Dearborn—what has become of her. mother?” Her hand pressed his. "Just the same as ever. She has been like a dear daughter to us. Why. Raymond, she is in the bouse this very moment. I forgot.” She sat up in sudden excitement. “Elsie here—in this house? I must go away, mother.” he said, in a panic. “No. no! You will stay. You must stay till your father returns. I thought you bad come home for good,” she wailed

“1 have. I have—if dad will let me—after he has heard my story. But I can’t see Elsie—not yet. Don’t ask me to.” He hid his face in her breast, and she soothed him gently. “Hark! I believe I hear your father's step. Stay and meet him here.” she pleaded. “I cannot, mother, dear. I must tell him something first, and then if he wants me to stay I will never leave you again. 1 shall come back before I leave the house, don’t fear. I’ll go down now and get it over.” He laid her gently down on the pillows and. slipping from the room, closed the door softly behind him. He blinked in the red light that suddenly flooded the upper ball, and then he stood stunned and silent before a small slim girl clad in dressing gown and slippers. “Elsie!" he said after a long silence, during which her beautiful gray eyes had never left his face. “Raymond, it is you!” she whispered. “Why, 1 thought it was your ghost—l I have looked for you so long." Her voice quavered into silence, and she dropped her lips against her clasped hands.

He started down the stairs, his head bent dejectedly. “Raymond!” the girl breathed ly“Yes?” He turned toward her. “Can’t I go down with you—stand beside you when you tell him—shoulder to shoulder, the wgy we used to play when he were children?” “Don’t! You cannot understand. You wouldn't have anything to do with me,” he groaned. “Is it so bad as that?” she asked in an awed tone. “Yes.” “Then you need me all the more,” she said quickly, and then she was close behind him as he made his slow progress down the long hall to the library door, where a long finger of light shot through the crack in the doorway. The elderly white haired man standing by the table looked up as the door pushed open. His dim eyes brightened, apd he raised a hand to his heart. “Raymond, my son!” he said, holding out his arms. But the young man bung back. “Not yet, dad—not until 1 have told you something.” He looked pleadingly at the girl, but she shook her head. “I ought to know, too. Judge Ely,” she said, with quiet dignity. The judge nodded his head. “Tell us, Raymond, and be done with it 1 want to embrace my son,” His voice broke. Raymond’s head lowered, and his face reddened to scarlet. “It is soon told,” he said despondently. “I’ve gone from bad to worse, and I didn’t know this was your house—and I came here this morning—look!” He drew from-his pocket the black mask and the electric lamp and laid them on the table. “Mother heard me and came down. She sprained her ankle, and I carried her upstairs, and she recognized me; 1 will go away. Perhaps I can come back when I have dona better.” He turned toward the door. Elsie was crying softly against his shoulder. His father’s arms closed about them both. From above stairs he heard the loving voice of his mother qalling to him. After that moment no one could shake Raymond Ely's belief in God’s unutterable love. “Think of how I entered your house, father!” he protested. "The only thing that matters is that you came. How you came does not count,** said his father joyfully.

FOR STREET WEAR.

Coat and Skirt Gcwns on Novsl Lines.

SPRING TAILORED GOWN.

If you contemplate ordering a new street dress consider well the features of the new tailored frocks that are be ing shown by those who cater to advanced tastes in fashion. Notice the shortness of the coats, many of which are sloped from the front after the manner of a cutaway eoat. Large buttons—two or three, perhaps five—will keep the front of the coat closed, while collars are more ample than ever. The illustration shows a typical tailored gown of white cloth finished with bands of silk braid.

THE NEW INDIAN FAD.

Artistic Stage Women Make Barbaric Costumes the Fashion. Two clever women of the stage. Miss Mary Garden, the prima donna, and Miss Ethel Wynne Matthison. the actress who appears in “The Arrow Maker,” have succeeded in so adapting the inharmonies of the redskin costume that they appeal to the eye of the paleface. In both these plays the pic-

MISS MARY GARDEN AS NATOMA.

turesque possibilities of Indian life are made the most of. Not only are the costumes singularly pleasing and graceful, but the stage fittings are so artistic as to insure Indian decorations becoming a fad. Indian baskets, robes. Indian ’pottery, tomahawks, quivers, bunches of arrows, beadwork, feather headdresses, all may be made to play 8 part in designing an Indian decoration. A well known literary woman whose husbands business takes him frequently through the west and into the reservation country has had her hall fixed up with the various Indian souvenirs which he has gathered. Recently she gave an Indian luncheon in which a miniature tepee made of bark was set on a b;/nk of moss in the center of the table. Over it vines were trailed, and the edge was set off with a rather flat arrangement of low growing ferns. The place cards and souvenirs carried out the Indian idea.

HINTS FOR THE BUSY HOUSEWIFE

Handy Stepladder Fer Use About the House.

A convenient type of stepladder is that which a Michigan man has recently put on the market. It is especially adapted for odd jobs about the house. There are only three steps to the ladder, but the sides rise as far again above it. and at the top is a shelf, on which may be kept tools, nails, screws, pails" or whatever appurtenant es are required on the work at hand. This shelf is large enough to hold a bucket of water or a pan if the ladder be used for cleaning walls or high woodwork. A rim around the shelf keeps objects from falling off. The upper part of the sides, rising above the top step, form hand rails, to which the worker may hold to steady himself or herself. The ladder has a new style lock, which holds it perfectly secure, and when unlocked and folded up It becomes almost entirely flat and takes up little room. Grandmother’s Chicken Soup. Take cne large fowl or two small ones. Dress and remove all the fat you can. Have a kettle of water boiling. Put in the fowls, let the latter boil up hard, then draw back on the fire until the water will only boil gently. When the meat is done remove from the liquid and keep that boiling bard. Add the liver whole and gizzard chopped fine. Joint the fowl into good serving pieces. Have a dozen peeled potatoes cut in quarters and four good sized onions cut in quarters. If the broth is very greasy skim off all you can. Add the potatoes and onions. Season with salt and black pepper. Cook fast about ten minutes, then put the jointed fowl back into the kettle and add. when it is all boiling fast, dumplings made the regular way. Cook about twenty minutes after they are added.

Preparing Croutons. There are a dozen or more ways of preparing the crouton. It is browned in the oven or fried in fat buttered or covered with drippings in a variety of ways. One definition of a crouton is that it is a piece of bread browned in butter in a saute pan or moistened with butter and browned in the oven. Here is one recipe: Spread lightly with butter four slices of white bread cut one-half inch thick and then into one-half inch squares." Brown evenly in frying pan over slow fire, turning frequently. Remove to colander. Keep warm till ready to serve. Sprinkle lightly with salt. • Boiled Fowl and Cabbage. A very large fowl is used and lean salt pork. It is put on soon after breakfast in boiling water. The pork is in slices about an inch and a half thick, and about a pound is used. A firm cabbage is cut in quarters and soaked in cold water, to which a good handful of salt has been added. About 10:30 the cabbage is added to the fowl, and at 11 o’clock peeled potatoes are placed on top of the whole mess and cooked until done all white and mealy. With this dinner a‘slice of the pork is relished as much as the fowl, and the cabbage has a fine flavor. Yorkshire Pudding. Yorkshire pudding is served with roast beef. Beat three eggs very light, add a small teaspoonful of salt, one pint of milk and two-thirds of a cupful of flour. Butter a pan like the one used for roasting the beef and pour the pudding in. placing the racji with the meat on it over and not in the pan or pudding. This should be done a half hour l>efore the meat is done, allowing the pudding to bake that length of time. Cut into squares and serve as garnish for beef. Bacon Omelet. Three eggs beaten light, one-half teaspoonful baking powder mixed well j with a half cupful of milk and a little pepper added to the beaten eggs. Take four rather thip slices of bacon, and after cutting off the rind put the bacon through a food grinder. Turn Into a hot frying pan and cook it a little before adding the egg mixture. Mix it altogether in the pan, then cook as any other omelet. A . V / Beefsteak Pudding. “ Mix one quart of flour, one pound Of suet, shredded fine, a’ little salt and cold water to make a stiff paste, as for pie crust Roll out half an inch thick; season the steak well with pepper and aalt; lay it on the paste, add a sliced onion and a few raw oysters; roll up,, tie in a cloth and boil three hours. .