Ligonier Banner., Volume 42, Number 48, Ligonier, Noble County, 20 February 1908 — Page 2

Faithiul ‘Jane

By MARGARET JOHNSON

_(Lopyrignt) © | . 1 “If only she wouldn't stand at the foot of the stairs when there are callers, and shout ‘Miss Hetty!” so that everybody in the house can hear! It does mortify me so! If I speak to mother, she just says, ‘Janelis so faithful, dear'—as if that compensated for her shouting, and that plaid skirt she will wear, and the amethyst breastpin, and everything else that we’d like so much to have different! The Clancys only keep.one girl, too, .but she’s nice and young, and just the way she opens the door gives such a style to the house. Do you remember how Mr. Dobson, our old dancing master, used to say, ‘Some children haven’t got any grace into ’em’? Well, that's what's the matter with Jane—she hasn’t got any grace into her, and she never will have. And just because she has lived with us eight years, I suppose we shall all go on putting up with everything for the sake of her faithfulness, as if there were no other virtue in the world!”

~ It was as well, perhaps, for Mrs. Marvin—reluctantly persuaded by her husband to leave her young family to their own devices for a while, and take a silver-wedding trip with him in the far west—that she was.quite beyond reach of the- indignant young voice. As for Emily, into whose room Hetty had burst with her protest, she smiled the superior smile of one who has news to impart. | “Den’t waste your breath, Hetty,” she observed, when her sister paused. “Wait till I tell vou—Jane, my dear, wil not trouble you much longer—she has givem warning!” ¢ | Hetty gasped. s “Jane—given warning!” |

“Says she isn’t very well, and needs a change. T think’it is because she is tired of our housekeeping. But I can’t help it: I've done as well.as I could, and behaved just as much like mother as Igknew how. She has a cousin who can come and take her place with us, and so she is going right off—to-mor-row.” |

“I can't believe it!” cried Hetty, rosy wih wonder. “I never thought—well, there, Emily Marvin.l'm glad! Aren’t you? We should never haye got rid of her in the world any other way, for ‘mother would have kept her as long as she wanted to stay, plaid skirt and all. Mother doesn't realize,” argued Miss Hetty, with._the mature wisdom of heg 17 years, “that we have outgrown Jane. This will be kind of a bloodless eviction, you kn«?w, all peaceful and nice; and we’ll get another girl—maid, T mean—and train her, and have things just the way we want them—oh, Emily! bib-aprons with shoulder-straps, and the things passed with a tray at dinner, and—let's.ha'fve a tea!”. - “I'm sorry about the cousin,” mused Emily, less soaring in ﬁer ambition. “Being a Cummings, she may have all the family failings. But perhaps, if we train her from the start—" _ “Oh, we will—we’ll train her!” exulted Hetty. “And,” firmly, “we’ll begin with bib-aprons!” 1 : . It must be admitted that,in spite of her jubilation, Miss Hetty . squeezed Jane’s hand next day at parting. There was ¥ look in that honest woman's eyes which was hard to bear. But looking at the breastpin and the plaid skirt, Hetty steeled her| heart. The cousin was already in the kitchen. She appeared to be an exact duplicate of Jane, with the exception of a certain snap in her black eyes which moved Hetty, with unusual prudence, to refrain from “beginning” until the morning of the third day, when the suggestion of bib-aprons proved to be the last drop in a cup of bitterness already full to overflowing on account of there being no oilcloth on the kitchen floor, and no mistress older than the girlish Emily. The cousin, thereforz, departed incontinently; and the faniily, - assembled about a meager luncheon-table, - discussed the situation with the gravity becoming independent and responsible householders. |

“Now we really have a.chance at last!” said Hetty. “Cousin didn’t count —she was a Cummings, Don’t look at the egg-shells like that, Rob! I know they're not nourishing, but you shall have something better }to-nighg I just love to cook with a gasfistove;\gnd I'm going to gét the dinner while Emily goes down-town and gets a girl. You'd better hurry, Emily—you’ll lose your train!”

“Get a good one while you are about it,” suggested Rob, wkh easy patronage. ) j ’ “I'd like her name to be either Christine or Marie;” added Hetty. “All right,” said Emily; and the door closed upon her pretty figure, alert and confident as/ the feather in her hat. ~ When she_came back, darkness had already fallen upon the short autumn day. Rob .was sitting alone at the dinner table, while Hetty, flushed and disheveled, presented him severely with a plate of burned soup. “Pm sorry,” she said, not without acrimony, “but I can't help it. That gas-stove is quicker than lightning. Where's your girl?” she demanded, turning upon her sister. :

“Girl 1 Emily sat down with a kaughty, though jaded air. “I haven’t any girl! Did you expect me to bring one home in my pocket? I thought you just loved to cook with a gas-stove,” she added, moved to this jibe by the reproach on Hetty’s face. “She does,” said Rob, fervently, struggling with his soup “And I just jove to eat what she cooks!” ;

Hetty’'s bitterness bubbled ‘nto laughter, and Emily’s dignily relaxed. “I'm sure [ tried’ ¢hé said. “Mrs, Cuartls told me Miss Griffin’s office’ was

- Musings of Arroyo Al - It seems to me this life we lead ~ Is jest like that in Cattle Land: A few wild critters will stampede - ) A quiet and gontented band; . And find out‘ﬁlat the trouble was!— You can’'t because: their ain’'t no cause, One bawlin’ eritter in the herd Kin'do much damage on a drive; His locoed doin’s is absurd, And at the market—man alive!— That critter that has scart the bunch Don’t fetch enotigh to buy a lunch. They has to be, it seems to me, ° e These locoed steers and locoed men, But think how easy life’d be . If, when they bawl and bawl again, The herd’'d stand there, as it shud, And jest take fresh holt on {dts cud! --Denver Republican.

a good one, so I went there; and she had any number of perfect gems of girls—soo she said—only most of them weren't willing to go out in the suburbs. And I wish you could have seen the ones she brought me! Some frowsy and sleepy-looking, and some pert—and untidy—why, Hetty, we couldn’t!” ) : :

“I supposed,” said Hetty, after a thoughtful pause, “that you could always go to an office and get somebody. I'm sure mother—" She left the sentence unfinished, and went out with a subdued air to get some dinner for the exhausted Emily. The next morning, however, her. spirits had revived, and she announced over the boiled eggs, which again graced the table, that she was prepared to take turn at what Rob termed “The Hunting of the Snark.” She departed, glowing, upon her quest, and came back, glowing, at noon—with a girl. .

“It's very simple,” she said, with condescension, to the crestfallen Emily. “You didn’t happen to strike a good office, that's all. I went to one that Mrs. Stevens recommended, and they gave me a perfect treasure—vou'll see! Think of it, Emily, her name is Christine, really and truly! You'll have to order the dinner, I suppose, as you're the oldest; but do have something good, because she can cook anything,’?nd Im nearly starved!” Promptly at six o'clock dinner was on the table, cooked to a turn, and served by the daintiest of maids in a black gown and bib-apron which realized Hetty’s wildest dreams of elegance. Her eyes danced a delighted “I told you so!” as, preserving an aspect of much dignity and decorum, she trod on Rob’s foot under the table to warn him against any unseemly expression of surprise. S v ; “Don’t let her see that we’re not used to it!” she gurgled behind her napkin. For three days the young Marvins rolled,- as it were, in the lap of luxury. -Hetty, with exuberant hospitality, invited all her friends to call, hanging over the banisters each time the bell rang, to be ravished afresh by the elegance with which they were admitted to the parilor. - ‘ “I've been thinking, Emily,” she said, “when mamma comes home we really ought to gite that tea. We could have Biddy O’Neill in the kitchen and Christine would look perfectly lovely flitting around {E,.the dining-room! And—" i ! )

And just in the midst of these large aspirations, Christine knocked, and came in to say, with exquisite politeness, that she was feeling kind of lonesome, and that when her week was up, please’'m, she should be obliged to leave:

From this position no amount of argument or persuasion availed to move her; and at the end of the week, still smiling, she took her departure.’ “I breathe again!” said Rb, prancing into the kitchen when he came home from his office that night. “Better a dinner of herbs, and peace withal, than tomato-bisque and mortal terror for fear of shocking the ‘treasure’s’ idea of propriety!” “She was a treasure, though!” sighed Hetty, rescuing some hot chops from the broiler just in time. “No, sir!” said Rob, stoutly. “Nobody’s a treasure that won't stay—l can tell you that! Never mind, Het— I'll help you with those things if they're ready—l left word at your office this morning, and your friend is going to send you some more treasures—says she has heaps of 'em, just for the choosing.” :The “treasures” came the next day, and the n#; and brief was their sojourning. One was dismayed to find it so far out of town, and deaf to Emily’s beguiling descriptions of the delights and conveniences. of the rapid transit system. One thought the work too hard, spite of Hetty's eager assurance that they made their own beds, and helped with the dishes on washing day. One stayed over night, and vanished with the morning dew; and another, after nearly a week of uncertain cooking and chaotic cleaning, took her departure the first time that Rb was late to dinner. L “Jane never made a fuss if a fellow happened te miss his train,” began the affronted youth, hotly; but a look from Emily stayed the words upon his lips. The name of Jane had become by this time a thing to be tacitly avoided, and each felt a sense of personal injury if another dared to breathe it aloud. What visions of peace and comfort, of restful order and stability; were conjured up in these strenuous times by -the homely monosyllable; they did not venture to reflect. Yo

“Don’t - let's try any more young ones,” said Hetty. confidentially, as she and Emily beat together over a Jarge hole scorchel in the best tablecloth by the last d®parted treasure. “I think maybe a nice, middle-aged kind of a person woulda't mind the ‘subbubs’ s 6 much.” e

Emily agreed, forbearing to allude to teas and bib-aprons; and a friend of Rob’s, to whom he had confided his domestic difficulties, volunteered to send them just the kind of person they wanted. . ’ She was unexpected!y. large and cumbrous, “Not’ much in the flitting line 1 am afraid,” said Rdob, regarding his acquisition with some anxiety. “But she’n awfully affectionate—called me ‘dear’ all the way up in the train.” Truly she made up in eddearments what she lacked in ability. During her sway, a singular state of chaos developed in the kitchen. Dishes multiplied mysteriously. Pots and pans

strewed every available inch ot space.. “We never had ~so many things,” said Hetty, helplessly, “when Ja—" .

»“Go out and forget it,” %aid Rob, philosophicaly. : :

“No,” said, Emily, heroically. “We're mother’s children, if we are demoralized; and I shall speak to ’'Delia!”

That meant the end. ’Delia’s affection proved unequal to the strain of being “spoken te.” In a cold and scornful silence, she stopped peeling the potatoes, put on her untidy bonnet, and closed the door upon the waste which she had created.

- When,.an hour or two later,. Emily took her waning courage in her hands, and descended to what had once been the cosiest spet in all the house—making her way through gloom and wreckage, she discerned bv the fading light the form of Hetty, crouched in a dim corner, with her arms on the table.

“Why, Hetty!” she cried. “What is the matter?” o Tl “I thought I'd ‘better—wash the—dish—" began Hetty, in a. sobbing voice. Then she broke down and dropped her curly head on the table. “I want m-my rh-m-mother!” she wailed. “Why, Hetty Marvin!” 5

“I don’t care!” sobbed the girl. “It's all so d-dreadful; and I'm homesick, and I'm hungry, and I don’t ever want to see any more strange girls—l hate 'em all! And I'd give anything in ‘the world if Ja—"

“Hetty!” said Emily. “For pity’s sake don't cry!” Her own voice shook. “I—well, there—l wasn't going ,k to speak of it, because I didn’t suppose you'd like it—but I went to see Jane’s sister yesterday, and she’ said Jane had taken a place to try, but—what’s the matter?” )

“Emily Marvin!” said Hetty, sitting up with a broken and breathless laugh, “what do you mean? I went to see Jane's sister myself this very morning! I wasn’'t going to tell you, because I thought you would make fun of me—about the bib-aprons and everything; but I.thought-—oh, dear! I suppose we've lost her! And, Emily, we must get some .dinner ready for Rob. 1 got out the steak, but I can't find anything to cook it on, and the tomatoes aren’'t—what’s that?” ' - A step sounded outside. The kitchen door opened, briskly, as at the touch of a familiar ° hand. On __ the threshold, against the starlit darkness, stood a square, comfortable figure, in a plain skirt and a black cape, fastened with an amethyst pin. ' “Jane!” cried the two girls in a breath. c

“Angel!” added Hefiy, in another. The word expressed her feelings; but no seraph from the skies could have shed so exquisite a radiance of hope and comfort over the dismal scene as did this homely and familiar figure. “Child alive! give me that fryingpan!”.was the characteristic, if not strictly angelic utterance of the apparition. “If ever I see such a howlin’ wilderness of a kitchen! What you goin’ to have for dinner? Beefsteak—and tomatoes? “And you'll have the potatoes baked, I suppose?” This delicious familiarity with the customs of the household sent a thrill of rapture to Hetty’'s homesick soul. “Jane Cummings! Hox did you happen to come back?”’ she demanded, seizing her by both armhs. Whereat a smile, which oblitefated every trace of resemblance to’ the smnappyeyed cousin, illumined Jane’s plain features. . S

“Change don't agree with me,” she said, comfortably. ~“I - don’t . like knockin’ around amongst strangers; and so when I come back to my sister’'s and found Mr. Rob there this afternoon—"

Hetty and Emily looked at each other speechless—Rob, too! .- “Get along with you, now!” said Jane, flopping her cape at them, “till I put this kitchen to rights.. Whatever your ma would say, I don't know! And I suppose Mr. Rob would like a custard for his dessert, if I can scare up some eggs. Dear, dear—"

Her further remarks were lost in the rattle of dishes, which, beginning vigorously under her capable hands, was as the very music of the spheres to Hetty and Emily, going upstairs tegether, with a cheering sense that, after all, life was worth living, and home not a bleak and dismal mockery of the name.

“Hullo!” said Rob, in a stage whisper, met even at the hall door, when he came home, by the subtle atmosphere of peace and comfort which pervaded the house. ‘‘She’s come, hasn't she? I sneaked 'round there—thought I'd better just see—are you mad?” “Mad!” cried Hetty, fervently, cast: ing herself upon his neck. “I never was so thankful for anything in my life! We all went for her, Bobby—everyone! And she’s making you a custard for dinner, and she says ‘your ma’ just the way she used to, and the kitchen is heavenly—and what do we care whether people have got any grace into.’em or not, as long as they are faith— There! I've said it myself! That's one for mother! Come on; let's go out to dinner!” It Did the Business. During the equestrian performance a number of ladies in the front stood up, thus obstructing the view of those persons who were seated. In vain were they collectively requested to sit down, till at last a happy thought occurred to one of the sufferers. He called out, in measured tones: ‘“Will the pretty lady in front Kkindly sit down,” whereupon about 650 old women briskly seated themselves, =

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Between the extreme position of the faith-curists, who would absolutely discard all medicine and other human agencies in the combating of disease, and the other extreme of those who deny the existence of any curative agencies outside of drugs and the surgeon’s knife, there is a middle ground which is coming to be occupied by an ever increasing number of people who are sane enough to recognize some of the truths which form the foupdation stones of the faith-curists and appreciative enough to admit the service which drugs and the surgeon have been able to render suffering human kind. So there has come to prevail a happy combination of the two cults, if they may be so called, with an application of the principles or doctrines of the two in modified form. : ‘

This tendency to occupy this middle ground has led to the organization of the newest religious movement, “Christion Psychology,” of which Bishop Samuel Fallows of the Episcopal diocese of Chicago is chief exponent in the west and of which Rev. Dr. Elwood Worcester, rector of the Emmanuel Episcopal church, Boston, with his assistant, Rev. D. McComb, are the leading exponents in the east. “In my opinion, the church, to save itself, must begin to minister to the bodies as well as to the souls of the American people.” This is what Bishop Fallows said in announcing that his church, St. Paul’'s Reformed Episcopal, would inaugurate the work of Christian psychology, with the assistance of the leading neurologists and other physicians of Chicago. This was the plan made public the last Sunday of the old year. Since ‘that time results have proved to the bishop that he is on what he deems the right track, a road which will yield best results in doing most practical good to humanity. “Heal the sick” is the injunction put upon the bishops of the Methodist church, the sect to which Bishop Fallows was allied before he went with the Reformed Episcopalians shortly after he withdrew as president of the Illinois Wesleyan university, at Bloomington, 111., in the early seventies. The new movement started by the bishop, therefore, is attracting favorable attention among the Methodist ministers generally, ‘or they recall that John Wesley healed according to the best standards he knew.

Cure of organic diseases is not attempted. All such patients must have their wants first attended to by reputable physicians. If during the progress of their several diseases and during the period in which they are on the road to recovery Christian psychology can be brought to bear—and it can—the ministrations of the followers of Bishop Fallows will be used to aid and sooth the mind while the physicians and medicines are doing their part to cure obvious physical ills.

Functional nervous disorders, hypochoudria, insomnia, nervous dyspepsia, melancholia, mental depression, hysterin, neurasthenia—it is ills such as these, known to hinge directly upon the workings of the mind and of the nervcous system, that Christian psychology aims to benefit and possibly cure. The drug habit, the liquor habit, want of self-confidence, irritability, worry, anger, fear and weakness of will come almost within the category. Diverting the patient’s mind from real or imaginary sickness or nervous disorder of more or less reality is the mission of the new movement. 4

The difference between Christian psychology and Christian Science has been clearly set forth by Bishop Fallows. “A true faith,” he said, “recognizes that God works ‘in innumerable ways to carry out his purposes for the welfare of man. The help that comes from the skilled physicians and the use¢ of appropriate medicines is just as divine as if it came directly from the source of all life into human organism by prayer and faith and the entrance of so-called truth.”

And what Bishop Fallows has undertaken in the west Dr. Worcester of the Emmanuel church, Boston, is doing and has been doing for something over a year now.

WHEN HARVARD SHOWS OFF

Why the Son Was Not Present to Hear / His Pa Speak." Not so long ago there occurred a,tk Harvard an illuminating incident on the relations between science and mere education. They have a function at Cambridge of which the lower otders think a good deal; it is the ceremony of recognizing with academfoal display the honors won.by undergraduates, and it is participated in by professors and people' of that sort: It is au exhibition of mind, and it is attended by the 50 or so honor-grabbers and by about as many more students who have grabbed in vain. The other day a distinguished congressman was invited to make the address, and,. being a. Dartmouth man and having heard humorous innuendoes of the higher ideals prevailing at Cambridge, he was surprised that the evidences of mind in the ungowned part of the audience were so inconsiderable. After bis oration, which was, unfortunately,

“The scheme,” says Dr. Worcester, “was first suggested to me some years ago by Dr. Weir Mitchell, namely, the combining of the two greatest powers of modern times—real religion and genuine science—in order to bring them to bear on a person at one and the same time. : i

“In this work we accept the Christian religion as revealed in the New Testament. With that we combine the best scientific help that is obtainable in the medical profession and in abnormal psychology.” To Dr. Worcester religion means something very real, and he believes that the church should seek to bring-it to ‘meet the vital needs of mankind. In his conception of the duties of a minister toward his flock there is nothing of vagueness, nothing of aloofness. :

“It. might be asked,” he said, “what we at Emmanuel are doing for people that is different from what every faithful minister tries to do. “We have a method that most other pastors have not used. I mean the modern scientific method, which is as much different from the ordinary pastor’s relation to- his people as is the modern method of constructing a battleship or a high steel building from the old one of making a canoe or a

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cottage. The medical profession is beginning to understand the value of a sound psychological method and is freely employing it. And just as soon as clergymen understand’ it§ - value they also will do so. “The great defect in the church at the present time is that its relations to its people are too conventional, and that it is satisfied with doing far too little. z

“It is perfectly absurd that churches worth millions of dollars should be idle all the week, while many people, needing help, pass by only to find the doors locked and bolted, and displaying an undertaker’s sign telling them where to go if they want to be buried.”

Dr. Worcester’s main concern is not with death and what lies beyond it. He is not a Baedeker of the hereafter. Life is his province, the living his study. And being not only a devout minister, but a sensible thinker, he has placed his position as a helper to mankind on as practical a basis as possible. : It must be borne in mind that what raises the work done at Emmanuel far above all similar work in the past is that the workers are imposing no new dogmas on their patients, and that they are combining their efforts with sound scientific help. As far as the actual method of treatment is concerned, it includes nothing that is startling new. It is based on three agencies: Moral re-education, waking suggestion, and hypnosis. This last, however, is employed.onlyin the treatment of small groups of disorders, such as alcoholism, fixed ideas, etc., and then only under from which he is suffering. Besides, patients are made to pray. Religion is made real to them. Faith, the underlying basis o fthe work at Emmanuel, is constantly held up to them.

not directed to the legs or the arms o 1 the chests of the students, he expressed to a neighboring gown his surﬁ&'ise that he hadn’t a bigger audince; he thought that he could get a better one downtown. He even went so far as to express regret that his own son, who was an undergraduate of the university, had not seen fit to be present to hear his “pa.” “Why,” said the gown, ‘you couldn’t expect him to devote any time to the concerns of the mind; he’s on the 'varsity nine!”—Harper’s Weekly. :

Hold On to Your Surplus Diamonds. Editor of a jewelers’ trade paper .says the poor are investing in diamonds. This is a tip. Don’t give yours to the Salvation Army. There is still a market for them. ;s Smoker Disseminates Dust. . According to a German investigator ‘a smoker sends into the air aboul .4,000,000,000 particles of dust at ever) put! ,

FORT BUILT IN A NIGHT.

Famous Old Walbach Tower in New Hampshire Crumbling Away.

Boston.—The most picturesque object on the Piscataqua river is Walbach tower, built in 1814, on the ridge of a high ledge in Newecastle, N. H. For years it has slowly been crumbling away, and is now almost in ruins. In these podern times it seems so small as to suggest a fortification in miniature or model rather than for real use. It is built of brick, the top being covered with peat, cut from Col. Walbach’s own swamp and whieh he fatended for his winter fuel. Col. Walbach was a German count, who, it is said, fought against Napo-

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leon in 26 battles. He was in the service of the United States for a long time, being in command of Fort Constitution from 1806 to 1821.% The entrance to the fort is difficult of access, as bricks and mortar have nearly choked the doorway. Inside this Martello tower is a rude pintlestone, on which to swing a 32-pound-er. There are three embrasures for small cannon or muskets and under the floor a magazine: Like other historic places, Walbach tower has a. legend connected ‘with it. It seems that on one September morning three English ships were seen in the distange, lying under Appledore island, and when a rumor reached Newcastle that they intended to land, brave Col. Walbach resolved to build a tower which should protect all the beaches. That night men, women and children gathered and worked as they never worked before. It seemed as though every other course of bricks was laid by unseen handg, the work. progressed so rapidly. The morning sun looked upon the tower completed and on the exhausted but satisfied people. The hostile ships, approaching the river mouth, saw the little town’s defense, and, turning, fired a gun astern and sailed away. Thus, without a bdow, the tower put one foe to flight. This old landmark is within the government reservation, about a stone’s throw from the disappearing guns which were placed in position soon after the Spanish war. In putting these guns in place the jar from the immense charges of dynamite nearly destroyed the walls of the old tower. AN EMPRESS’ PLEASURE BOAT.. Marble Ship of China’s Ruler That . Does Neot Sail. London.—One of the most interesting photographs that have come from Peking illustrative of the life and ca-

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The furnishings of the-boat are extraordinarily beautiful, according to the Chinese standards, and this is especially true of the room where the empress occasionally dines. He Found Out. A boy named Charles Tillyear, living in Medina county, Ohio, had a desire to know how it would feel to roll downhill in a barrel. He therefore spent a couple of hours getting an old cider barrel to the top of a long hill and then crawled into it and started off. Charles knows all about it now. He wag whirled around about. 10,000 tizes, received about 10,000 bumps and'jars and the barrel fetched up in a creek, and he was almost drowned before’ they could haul him out. It was two weeks Dbefore his head stopped swimming and a month before he could walk without limping..

The largest rooms of destiny may be entered through the smallest doors of duty. ; -

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Is Theatrical Magnate, Financier and - Publisher—Likely to Be Michigan Delegate-at-Large to G. O. P. Convention. + -

New York.—Wanted—The transformation of a versatile business man into a Republican leader. Apply to Edward D. Stair of New York and Detroit, newspapeér proprietor, theatrical magnate and findncier. Sl

- This might Well be the form of announcement adopted by Mx. Stair if he desired to be entirely frank- in the publication of his aspirations to be the delegate-at-large from Michigan to the Republican national convention. Now 48 years old, Mr. Stair has been steadily progressing in the business world since he was 13, when. he began his fight for the attainment of his ambitions. In finance and busirness he has reached the goal at which he aimed. But it now appears that there is something more which is essential to Mr Stair’'s happiness and to the rea! quintessenae of bliss. - -

The indefatigable little political bee has recently got extremely busy with the newspaper - threatrical - financial man. The bee has stung him cnce, to common knowledge, making Mr. Stair desirous of applying salve in the shape of the position of delegate-at-large. The bee has also begun to sting him, by report, a second time. If the bee completes the last bit of work Mr. Stair will be seeking additional salve in the guise of even higher political honors. This, at any rate, is the gossip among men who announce that they 'are familiar with the topic. they are discussing. S = .

If Mr. Stair succeeds as well in politics as he has in business he certainly

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will let the country know that another “live one” has come to the front. - The

business versatility and success of the New Yorker-Detroiter, whose business headquarters are in New York and residence in Detroit, are shown by the fact that he is: o :

A newspaper man, being a large owner of the Detroit Free Press and. of the Detroit Journal. s

A theatrical man, the firm of Stair & Havlin controlling 158 theaters in the United States and Canada. D

A financial man, being director of several banks and trust companies and a heavy dealer in-real estate. : And now he wants to shine -with equal brilliancy in a fourth firmament and become a political star of the first magnitude. . s He is a comparatively- newcomer in the New York business world, having moved his headquarters here from Detroit only in 1900. It is in Michigan that he has spent most of his life, and it was in Michigan that he laid the basis of his fortune. - e S

Mr. Stair started his life struggle with -~ newspaper ambitions = only. Through all his success in the theatical field he has been true to his first love and has always been connected with newspapers in one capacity or another. He is, morcover, -mové prominent as a theatrical ‘magnate than as a newspaper proprietor. His firm owns all or part of - every - popularpriced theater in the United States. Every theater Mr. Stair has bought, according to his admirers, has ‘paid from the moment he took control of it, as though there were magic in his touch. In the theatrical world he is considered a marvel for another reason—that is, because, with all manner of temptations to take a prominent part in the gayeties of “great white way,” he leads a most abstemious life. The sparkle of champagne is not.for him. Not even does he smoke. Neither does he chew. Whether he swears or not his biographers do not state: Morenci, Mich., was Mr. Stair’s birth: place, and it was here, at the age of 17, that he first became a newspaper proprietor,” having established - The Morencigßeview. Later he published the Midland Review and the Maple Rapids Dispatch. Then, dt 21, he turned westward. He edited the Davenport Dispatch and then_ the Cooperstown Courier. Then he turned back again to Michigan.. There he bought the Livingston Republican and made it a power in state politics.. Afterward he went into the theatrical game, at which he has thus far held a winning hand. S T o

The present announcement of the Stair candidacy for the post of- dele-gate-at-large follows the withdrawal from the race of Assistant Secretary of the Navy Truman H. Newberry. - Bridge Not a Modern Game. Bridge, 'it would appear, is not quite so modern a game as Has been supposed. A correspondent oft the Liverpool Post’ mentions a letter he has received in which it is stated that the game was played as far back as the ’7os by the Greek colony in Manchester. “No trumps” then couated ten the trick, instead of 12, and four aces in one hand 80, instead of 100. The “heart <convention” was . alsa known and practiced. There is, too, a pamphlet® in the British museum on “Biritch,” dated 1886, which gives a brief account of the game, with the rules much as they exist at present.

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