The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 25, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 17 October 1912 — Page 6

CAPTURES JIM CORSON Cowboy Then Turned the Tables and Captured the Pretty Little Teacher. By 1. W. D. PETERS. Jim Corson was sitting on an upturned box outside the Highspire saloon. A frown adorned his frank, good-looking face as he tried in vain io hide his six feet of brawn and muscle. “Here she comes now,” shouted one of the group surrounding him, as a' pretty girl, about twenty years old, was seen approaching from the direction of thej schoolhouse. She was followed by a troop of children, and her brown eyes were alight with the joy of life. Jim got up hurriedly and entered the saloon. “Oh, Mr. .Perkins,” cried she in a clear, swe&t~<voice, “is Mr. Corson there? I wish to speak to him.” “No’m. He just stepped down the street.” Jim stood back from the window «at the Highspire counter. There was a glass of whisky before him. but his hand trembled so that he could not lift it to his lips. “I am so sorry. When he returns will you tell him there is a meeting in the schoolhouse tonight. We hope he will come and bring his friends.” Her soft tones reached a place in Jim’s consciousness never touched before. “Yes’m, I'll tell him; but why don’t you invite me?” "Oh, you’ll be there,” she answered merrily. For a moment an unreasoning hatred of Perkins suffused Corson’s being. He felt as if his friend were poaching on his preserves. He turned and strode out of the back door of the Highspire saloon, leaving his whisky untouched. But that night at the boarding house, when he heard her voice outside the dining room door, he left his .half-eaten supper and slipped out through the kitchen. From that day —when not occupied with the business of the ranch —he spent most of his time dodging the young teacher, yet he longed to meet her face to face. His business in Tytown was to ship the cattle sent In from the ranch to the packers to whom they were consigned. One morning, hours before it was necessary, he started out to meet a herd of young steers. He reached the meeting place tired out, and, dismounting, he stretched himself under a tree and was soon sleeping soundly. . Suddenly he felt a soft touch on his brow, and, opening his sleep-be-mused eyes, he looked into twinkling brown orbs set in a pretty girl face framed in curis that the September sun turned into purest gold. “Am I in heaven?” he whispered reverently to the vision. “No, but I hope we shall start you in the right direction -to reach there,” answered a masguline voice, and Corson frowned whpn he realized that the voice came from Preacher Manly, who was holding the horses in the road a few feet away. Jim jumped up and stood hat in hand gazing at the teacher. “I-am the school teacher in Tytown, Miss Brennen,” she explained. “What a fool 1 have been,” murmured Jim. “Mr. Corson,” began the preacher, “we have been trying for some time to see you.” “So I have heard,” interrupted-Jim grimly. “We have concluded from careful observation that you are the counter influence in this community. I judge it best,” went on Manly oratorically, “to come to you,-the fountain head of the salodn group, to beg that you come to our side for the good of Tytown.” “You mean to g(\to church?” answered Jim, who was only vaguely aware that the good man was speaking. “That is a step in the right direction.” “Well,” promised Jim, his eyes still on the confused girl, “I’ll be there sure; yes, every time the doors are open.” And that moment began the reversal of the order that had hitherto prevailed. Jim attended church at all times in the wake of the young teacher. Once he was started in her direction he would go in no other. He sighed soulfully every time the memory of her soft touch came back to him. One day, after Miss Brennen had been more than usually indifferent to his attentions, he was sitting in his favorite spot gutside the Highspire deep in thought. “Nothin’ but seein’ teacher is any pleasure any more,” he mused, after a prolonged scrutiny of the small building at the end of Tytown’s one street, from which came the sing-song voices of children reciting lessons. “Even liquor has lost its savor, and here I sit day after day like a bump on a log waitin’ for school to let out. Jgst two weeks ago I was a carefree man, and if I wasn’t happy I was too much of a durn fcol to know’ it.” Here Mr. Corson’s meditations were broken off by the eruption of the children from the schoolhouse. The teacher followed a few minutes later, and, after locking the door hurriedly, ' she ran down the street as if she were trying to escape some one. Before she had gone far, Jim overtook her. When he reached her side she turned upon him. “Mr. Corson, this amounts to per-, secution. I cannot stand it. You must stop following me,” She paused breathless, her face flushed, her eyes angry *‘Miss Brennen, don’t you think turn about fair play? You kept me on the jump dodging you day after day. I couldn’t eat or You captured me fair and square, and I am yours forever.” There was tender malice in the smile he now turned upon her. , “Never did a man try harder to avoid a pretty girl than I. I was a fool, I admit, and my only excuse is that I never had any experience of * your fair sex, most unfair sex.” “Fair sex, fair sex; why can’t you semetimes say woman. I am tired, tired of it all.” And the big tears stood In her beautiful eves.

the street, and with a “Thank God!” she hurried across to him. After that day the little teacher had no cause to complain of Jim’s attention to her. He as studiously avoided meeting her now as he did before she surprised him asleep under the trees. But he did not return to his friends at the Highspire. He spent his time riding in the hill country. The evening before he was to leave Tytown to go back to the ranch he stood outside the schoolhouse, which was used as a place of worship. Suddenly Jim’s attention was arrested by a whispering just under the window nearest the door. “Bat Manly, he ain’t got no business having his meeting in the roadway outside my place. He’s most ruined me,” muttered the voice of Pedro Havez, the half Mexican, half Indian, keeper of the gambling hell on the edge of Tytown. “He got tei go,” .he added fiercely. “Maybe he show fight,” objected another of the same tribe. “The boys are near by. We’ll soon settle dat. He’ll not like de feel of dis knife. He’s nothin’ but a voice. He has no fight.” Jim quietly placed himself in the shadows close by the door and wait ed. It seemed to him an eternity be fore the last hymn was sung and the congregation dispersed. The little teacher, holding to the landlady's arm, came out brushing al most against her unseen watcher. Manly sat still for some time, his head on his arm, but finally he put out the lights and came slowly to the door. He w’as turning to place the key in the lock when he felt himself jerked to one side just as something whizzed by his ear. Corson, with amazing swiftness, grabbed him just in time, and at the same moment landed the sandbagger one with his left fist. The Mexican grunted once and dropped, then Pedro Havez whistled. It seemed to Jim that foi the next five minutes the shadows vomited Mexicans. But he was elated. He was a man whose spirits rose at the first hint of action. His fists shot out with the regularity of clockwork. He forgot his loneliness, his heart hunger, even his love. And Preacher Manly, too, was not behind in the. fight. His wiry agility rendered him almost unreachable. Jim was so joyously occupied that he was actually deaf to the frightened cries of his beloved one, who, attracted by the sounds of the fray, had returned to investigate. She and the landlady stood trembling in the shadows of the trees the few minutes the fight lasted. Finally the Mexicans, badly battered, slipped this way and that through the gloom until all had dis persed. Corson and the preacher bound those that were left with good stout ropes and left them in the schoolhouse. “1 hope I shall soon "lie able to do something for you, if only to show you how great my pleasure would be in serving you,” said Manly, wringing Corson’s hand. “Thanks, but I leave Tytown at daylight,” Jim replied, somewhai sadly. At dawm the next morning Jim came out of the boarding house, after bidding the landlady good-by, to mount his horse. He was going back to the ranch to work, to forget, if possible. Before he could reach his steed a small figure with wistful brown eyes and tear-stained face darted out to him. “Aren’t you going to say good-by to me, too?” she whispered. “Good-by, dear little teacher. Be happy.” “Oh, but I don’t want you to say good-by,” she sobbed. He looked at her stupidly—the va- ' garies of womankind would never be easily understood by Jim —but slowly ■ he became aware of the meaning of her changed expression, and the mis- , ery left his face and it was filled with glory wonderful to behold. “After all, Jim,” cried Manly from I the doorway, “there is something . can do for you.” Ingratiating. “This is the fifth time yoju have been brought before me,” said the judge, severely. “Yes, your honor,” smiled the offender. “When I like a feller, I like to give him all my business. You see—” “Sixty days,” reared the judge.— Harper’s Weekly. High Financing. Mrs. Jones —Which shall I take, dearie; that dress for SBO or this one ! for S9O? Mr. Jones (in an undertone) —1 have only SBO with me. Mrs. Jones (with inspiration)— ’ Then we will take the S9O gown and ! charge it, and buy me a new hat with I the SBO. —Judge. Made Hirn Tired. “Gee,” said the middle-aged man. | “I came here to rest.” “Well, aren’t you getting what you came for?” “How can I, when nearly every time' i I turn my head I see a bride and groom or an engaged couple?” Reduced to Comprehensible Terms. “What is an afternoon tea?” asked the old-time friend. “Well,” replied Mr. Cumrox, “as near as I can explain it, It’s an elegant and refined form of w’hat you and I were once familiar with as free lunch.’ ” No Chance. “Wombat is down for a speech at the open-air rally.” “He’s a tiresome mutt. Let’s leave him off.” “Can’t be did. Mrs. Wombat is down for a dozen fried chickens.” Punctilious. “Why do you keep looking at your watch?” she said, noticing that it was nearly one o’clock. “I don’t want to make the mistake of staying too late,” he replied. Diplomat. “I notice that you and your wife always agree on nearly every public question. How do you manage it?” “Easily. I let her think she had * >

NEW SENSATION FOR GREAT WHITE WAY ■mlIL IN the matinee crowd on Broadway, New Yotk, the other day Mlle. Osterman appeared with a real live white dove perched on her hat. Mlle. Osterman declared that the bird was a dove, but many rudely remarked that it was only a pi/geon. At Longacre square the wind nearly blew both hat and bird off the small head of the lady. J

SETS SHOE FASHION

Footwear of United States Standard for Universe. Backward Evolution In Foot Covering Puts the Wearer Behind the Ancients in Walking Ability— Has Many Defects. New York.—Everybody wears shoes at least one size too small, it is asserted, and with toes too narrow. This gives room for only the great toe to grow and perform its functions, but compresses the other toes until the smallest one is a mere scrap. The foot of man should spread like an animal’s paw with every step he takes. This is impossible in a shoe which “fits” the foot Walter C. Taylor, editor-in-chief of the Boot and Shoe Recorder, says: “The greatest waste in shoe buying is one for which the consumer himself is largely responsible. It comes through the buying of shoes which are poorly fitted.” We not only wear our shoes too small and our heels,, too high, but we allow fashion to influence us, and there is a constant demand for change in style and material; a demand which the manufacturers supply abundantly.” Mr. Taylor says that it would be worth millions to the trade and to the consumer if this could be righted by a common sense view of our foot covering. Os course the women are blamed for the greater part of this extravagance, for a dainty foot has long been considered much to be desired. Gradually shoes have developed into things of beauty merely and we buy them with the thought of their appearance and not of their use. In fact, Americans, as a rule, do not expect to walk great distances. It seems that the development of the shoemaker’s art is in inverse ratio to the development of the foot, for here in America our feet are notoriously undeveloped, and yet America leads the world in the making of shoes. Almost everything else in the way of wearing apparel depends more or less on foreign importations, but America influences the shoe styles of England, Germany and France, and American methods are standard for the world. American supremacy In shoemaking is due largely to specialization. Abroad an operative does half a dozen different things; here he performs one simple process, ana here also one factory makes one kind of shoes. If a large manufacturer makes different kinds of shoes he has a separate factory for each kind. What a sight the modern shoe factory would be to the primitive shoemaker of colonial days, who was an itinerant workman, carried his tools with him and stayed with each family long enough to make up the farmer’s supply of home tanned leather into shoes enough to last until his next annual visit. His last was roughly whittled out of a piece of wood to suit the largest foot in the family, and then pared down for the successive sizes. He sat on a low bench, one gnd of which was divided into compartments where his awls, hammers, knives and rasps were kept, with his vpots or paste and his pails, thread, linings ana buttons, “shoulder sticks” and “rub sticks.” • With all of our wonderful machinery we produce shoes which ard not so good for our feet, as the most prim itive and simplest of foot coverings, the sandal, which is considered idealby those who appreciate the beauty of the human foot and wish to preserve it. The sandal was worn by the ancient Egyptians and Greeks and the "shoes” of the Bible were sandals The same type Is still wogi by the peoples of Central Asia. India, Japan and China. The Indian moccasin, which extends over the top of the foot, but has the sole and main part in one piece, is

AD. RESTORES AN HEIRLOOM Picked Up 4n Waiting Room of a Street Railway by Employe and Returned. Milwaukee.-,—The only lost doll ever advertised for in Milwaukee papers has been found. The doll has been a heirloom in the family or Mrs. Charles Brichta of No. 1004 Fifth street for thirty years. Mrs. Brichta’s little niece, Anna Mae Wackermann, Delray, Fla., lost the

one of the best of foot coverings, soft, flexible and durable. Out or a combination of these two the sole without an upper and the upper without a sole the modern shoe has been evolved. LONE PIGEON FOLLOWS TRAIN For Three Years It Has Been Making Regular Trips in lowa. Maysville, la.—Every time a northbound passenger train leaves Maysville over the Great Northern coast line a solitary pigeon leaves the station and accompanies the train for three miles. Railroad men say the bird has not missed a trip in three years, and is as prompt as train orders. It never fails to end its flight when a certain point is reached. Withstood Mighty Shock. Kittanning, Pa.—Thomas Schaeffer, a lineman, had 22,000 volts of electricity pass through his body while repairing wires at the top of a high pole and still lives. Kubelik Changes Name. Budapest.—Jan Kubelik, the violinist, has changed his names to Janos Polda. The latter means citizen.

HAS RIGHT TO KILL?

French Woman Writers Discuss Case of Mme. Bloch. Six to Two Against Woman Who Shot Her Rival —Various Opinions on Crimes of Passion and Literature. Paris. —Some French woman authors have been giving their views on the right of their sex to kill. Their opinions are based on the case of Mme. Bloch, who wrote books signed with the name of Frederic de Beaulien and who shot and killed Mrs. Bridgeman, who had won M. Bloch’s affections. From the prison Mme. Bloch announced that she had received “innumerable letters of congratulation” and that many of them came from her sister authors. The suggestion that woman writers sympathized with Mme. Bloch’s act moved Le Mirdir to make an inquiry. Os the eight women of letters who gave their opinion only two supported Mme. Bloch’s action. The first of this minority, Mme. Marie de Vovet, writes. “Although murder inspired by jealousy is reproved by all in principle, nothing is more difficult to judge in the various forms it may take. The best thing, it seems to me, is to Heat it with charity, thinking that before a woman’s hand could seize a weapon there must have been suffering enough to constitute presumptive expiation.” Mme. Aurel, the other supporter of Mme. Bloch, writes: “If a rival had dared to set me at defiance I believe that I should have done as Mme. Bloch did. It is none the less a misfortune.” As for the six woman writers who condemn Mme. Bloch’s crime, more than one finds that a desire for selfadvertisement, a feeling that the action would boom her books, had some influence on her mind. Mme. Daniel Lesuer, the best known writer of the eight quoted, says: “I hold that he who kills ought co accept death; otherwise he is the most cowardly of beings. Oh this condition only can vengeance to death be clothed with any grandeur.” Mme. Jeanne Landre wouia have a law passed that, except in cases of self defense, no acquittal should be allowed when a death has been caused. She casts doubts on the sincerity of

doll in the street railway company waiting-room. The child was heartbroken. Mrs. Brichta was also grieved over the loss of her girlhood “baby." She advertised the loss. An employe found the doll where the girl had dropped it. He turned it in at the cigar stand. The "ad." was read and the doll returned. Mrs. H. Wackermann, her sister, Miss Hazel Wackermann. and Mrs. Wackerman’g five-year-old daughter are visiting Mrs. Wackermann’s sister, Mrs. Brichta. Sunday the family

EX-CONVICT AN EVANGELIST To Help Other Men to New Lives Work of Aiderman Burke of Philadelphia. Philadelphia.—William Burke, who resigned from the common- council and then fled the city when he could no longer meet blackmail demands of a former prison cellmate in the Charlestown (Mass.) prison, leaving behind a written confession in which he declared that up to his coming to Philadelphia, about three years ago, he had been a criminal ever since he could remember, has become an evangelist. 1 Burke, since his return to Philadelphia, has been running a cigar store in which he had been established by a business man whose interest was aroused by Burke’s published life story. Mr. Burke will join the Inasmuch Mission workers, located in “Hell’s Half Acre,” this city, and labor with them to save wrecked lives. Mr. Burke made this announcement the other day at the religious servic® at Lemon Hill, when he responded to an invitation given by Rev. Dr. James B. Ely that he speak. He told the story of his life, and said that since his return to Philadelphia he Bad received hundreds of letters from ex-convicts asking him to aid them to mend their lives as he had done his own. The letters, he declared, have induced him to take up the work.

all persons who look tor advertise ment in their profession. Mme. Jane Catulle Mendes, widojt of the poet and dramatist, believes thac love may cause crimes of passion, but cannot in any way excuse them. “I de not see that modern literature is a sac tor in multiplying these acts of sav agery which seem to me to have theit origin in feebleness of hearts am? feebleness of the code.” Mme. Rachilde argues that "to com mit the crime which was the motive oi the second crime required two peo pie;" then why kill the woman and spare the man? Because she loved het husband, the father of her children! If that was so she ought to have for given. Literature has a broad back A true lover of letters would have hac the wit to fire in the air, if this form of advertisement was absolutely nee essary. Mme. Valentine de Saint-Point, the lecturer on “Futurism," has no sympathy with lenient verdicts in crimes of passion. She says; “A person who pretends to be acting without consciousness of what he is doing or under the influence of madness is a much greater social danger than a conscious criminal, and as aa individual much more insignificant.” Mme. Andree Corthis is unhesitat Ingly against Mme. Bloch. She says: “I cannot understand love that has nc dignity, love that thrusts itself upon and clings to its object, not this extraordinary idea of longing to keep a man who flees from you, even It scandal, force and murder are necessary, to hold him.” WOULD GIVE GIRLS TRAINING Dusseldorf Professor Advocates Compulsory Military Service for Women. Berlin.—Compulsory military service for German girls is advocated by Professor Witzel df Dusseldorf. An army of nurses should, in his opinion, follow each army of male combatants, not only to care for the wounded, but to attend to everything connected with food and clothing. Every healthy German girl, saysAhe professor, should look on training for this object as a patriotic duty, and the knowledge will be useful in the home if it is not utilized on the bat tiefield.

and visitors decided to go for an outing. Mrs. Brichta gave the cherished doll to her little niece, and the child forgot it in the station. Swallows Teeth to Die. Philadelphia. —Jacob Haines, seven ty years old, tried to commit suicide by* swallowing his false teeth. He was heard choking and the door of his room was broken down and Haines hurried to the hospital. Surgeons after considerable difficulty, removed the teeth.

MORAL FOR THE MONEY-MAD Hope of Becoming Millionaires About on a Par With the Washerwoman’s Delusion. Prof. Warren M. Beidler of Bethel, Pa., in a recent address made the striking assertion that the American people, money-mad, taught their children how to earn a living, but not how to live. “There is no viler, and there is no vainer ambition,” said Professor Beidler to a reporter, “than that of the American boy to become a millionaire. What percentage of our boys do become millionaires? It would take a good many decimals to work that out, believe me! “The boys who sets his heart on a million fares like the washerwoman who set her heart on a cross-eyed aeronaut. “ ‘I hear you married that cross-eyed aeronaut last week?” said a friend. “‘Yes, I did,’ replied the washerwoman, as she rocked back and forth over her tub. “Yes, I married him, and I gave him SSOO out of my buildin’ association to start an airship sac- ; tory.’ “ ‘That so?’ said the friend. ‘Where is he now?’ “‘I don’t know,’ said the washer ! woman. ‘l’m waitin’ for him to come ! back from his honeymoon? ” FORTUNATE SILAS. r-"' J ~ .. — X jC | Fresx Y | SAW if 1/ ItAACKWEt “It certainly must cost to live in New York. Costs $50,000 to biong to the stock exchange. Why, I kin go daown on , court day an’ swap steers fer nuthin*. Timely Reminder. “We are still mining ore, growing cotton and manufacturing steel,” said the American host. “Why do you tell me that?” in- ■ quired the foreign visitor. “I just want to remind you that the country is producing something be- j Sides politics.” Accounted For. , ■ “The piece was very raw.” “Then it deserved a roasting.” CURES BURNS AND CUTS. Cote’s Carbolisalve stops the pain instantly. Cures quick. No scar. All druggists. 25ar.d 58c. Adv. Many a man’s bad luck is due to the fact that he has neither inherited ability nor acquired industry. Liquid blue Is a weak solution. Avoid, it. Buy Red Cross Ball Blue, the blue that’s all blue. Ask your grocer. Adv. Never judge a man by his coat; he may owe the tailor.

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