The Syracuse Journal, Volume 5, Number 38, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 16 January 1913 — Page 7

CIGAR-BOX STORY Ho/w Two Lovers Were Reunited 7 by a Label on a Box. ' By H. M. EGBERT. It was in the splendor of the Florida ranset that Ned Murdoch told Dolores »f his love. He was resting upon his oars, half way between the mainland and Cypress Key. Under their boat the blue ddes ran swiftly; the rustling palmet»s filled the air with murmurs; the tcent of the blossoming orange trees was borne out to them from the inand groves. And from west to east die sky was aflame, with crimson. “Dolores,” said the young planter, 'will you stay here and marry me? She started and looked at him intently. A warm red colored her cheeks, and the .slanting, sidelong glance of her eyes became direct, and her eyelids veiled it. “Your wife!” she murmured, and ter fingers clutched the rowlocks convulsively for a moment. “No!” she continued hurriedly. “You don t mow who I am or anything about :ne.” “I don’t care,” Murdoch cried. I tnow that I loVe you. It isn t much I jffer you —it’s very different here Torn what you have at home in Tampa—” “At home in Tampa." she repeated mechanically, in her quaint Spanish accent. She had drifted into Big Cypress in May. when the last of the tourists had left Florida and the hotel was closed. She had come from Tampa, she explained languidly; a touch of fever, a seed for rest, for change. No, she aad never been so far north before, or to so little a place. She rented a Utile cottage near the house. Since then two weeks had passed, and on the morrow she was to go. She would never come back, they knew, that brilliant bird of passage who had lingered there, talking with the fishermen, petting the fat children upon the wharves, or reclining lazily in the shade of a palmetto tree, puffing at her vanilla cigarette —a habit admired by the men but made the subject of vicious comment by the fishermen's wives. Sometimes Ned Murdoch would take her in his flatbottomed boat from key to key, to hunt for the elusive tarpon or to gather a catch of mackerel for the evening meal at her cottage upon the shore. They had grown intimate, he and she, and she had exercised her arts upon him during those lonely sails, during their long walks on the beach, and, seeing the worship in his eyes, she had made her conquest sure. Why should he not succumb, this simple countryman, rich, according to local standards, but hopelessly ignorant of the world, gauche, rustic, and simple? It was thought at Big Cypress that she must be the daughter of some one of the Tampa cigar kings—men who had built up the prosperity of the town in a generation, and yet retained their Spanish speech and customs amid the ceaseless changes, the Americanization of the old Spanish city. “No,” she answered Murdoch in agl- - Nation. “I must go home. It is impossible.” Ned Murdoch rowed • her back and left her at the cottage door. He raised his hat and went, turned at the end of the beach and looked back to see her standing there, watching him. a slight and graceful figure framed in the rustic door. Next morning she left for Tampa. He did not see-her again. She was gone, and Big Cypress swiftly forgot her. The summer passed; new tourists came in October; only Ned Murdoch remembered her. His loved increased with its hopelessness. Often he would timidly inquire concerning her from some Tampa visitor, veiling his inquiries discreetly; but none recognized his description. Then the event occurred which changed his life. One evening, at the hotel, a tourist offered him a cigar from the box. He took one and-then snatched the box from the man’s hand and stood staring at it like a pan hypnotized. For there on the iniide of the lid was Dolores. It was impossible to mistake those features: the dark hair, the beautiful eyes, the mouth, drooping & little wearily, half petulant, half sad. “I peg your pardon,” he stammered, handing back the box. Then he could no louger restrain himself. “I know her!*' he cried, indicating the portrait on the lid. “She was here last summer and —and —’* “And you want to find her again?” inquired the visitor in amusement. ■“Well, my boy, why don’t you go to Tampa and inquire of the makers— Juan Desproches y Ca? There’s the name on the lid.” •’She must be his daughter, then,” said Murdoch eagerly. “Without doubt,” answered the stranger drily. “Take another cigar.” That cigar seemed the best that Ned had ever smoked. All nigh£ he paced the beach in an ecstacy of happiness. He would find her now—why had he never ’ thought of going to 4 Tampa before? He would find her and bring her back to be’ his wife. He felt superhuman strength and resourcefulness. He was sure she had loved him, and he could make her love him again. He would devote a life of service to her. He knew he would succeed.

He took the morning train for Tampa and made bis way to the cigar factory. There, having obtained an interview with the manufacturer, he stated his case boldly. "You are under a mistake, seuor," said the Spaniard coldly, when Mur* ■doch had finished. “I have no daughter. If I had one I might find your suggestion insulting, sir.” “But —” stammered the other. "It is not our custom, sir, to place the portraits of our daughters upon ■cigar boxes for the inspection of the world. However, I think you are sincere, and, as I happen to know where you can find the Senorita Dolores, J will tell you. Go to number 193 Avenida Otranta at nine o’clock this evening and you will assuredly meet her there.” He bowed and, with a cynical smile, passed into his office, shrugging his jthcnlders. He was a very busy man.

and whatever et sentiment there once been in his nature had long aso been driven out by Americanization Still, it was droll, very droll! He wished he could spare the time to go to the Avcnida tfiat evening in order to witness their meeting However he shrugged his shoulders again and spedily forgot the matter. In Bull’s cabaret. No. 193 Avcnida Otranta. the usual throng was assembled at nine o’clock that evening Senor Bull, an enterprising Yankee from Philadelphia, certainly knew how to cater to the tastes of his patrons Senor Bull’s wines, for example, had never seen any but European suns; they were not doctored, homegrown admixtures And Senor Bull’s singing and’ dancing ladies were no fifth-rate case chantant entertainers, but celebrities from New York and Havana. As for Senorita Dolores, he had picked her up in an obscure music hall, and it was shrewdly said that the ten days’ scandal which had brought her jnto the lime-light had been actually engineered, if not invented, by Senor Bull himself. Certainly the senorita. whose portrait adorned cigar-boxes, bill posters, and other such places, justified her fame, for few could dance more divinely or set the hearts of Tampa’s youths beating more wildly. When she came forward on thei stage that night the audience at the little tables broke into a storm of bravos. Attired as a matador, in short scarlet skirts, holding her dart with its fluttering banderole, she bowed and kissed her hands to the audience and capered forward and began her song. It was a fine song and it went to the hearts of the Cubans who heard her. It told of wine and love and battle, so rousing their spirits that they saw In the senorita the vertiable incarnation of these things. They stood up on the floor, upon the chairs, waving their hats, shouting for an encore. And, whirling in the play of colored lights, until she seemed like a sea fairy entangled in masses of filmy drapery, the senorita spun. -Then, all of a sudden, she stopped. She stopped and stood perfectly still, her eyes fixed on the audience —no. on one of the audience; on a man who came forward, elbowing hid way through the crowds and pushing forward toward the stage. He tossed aside the men who stood in his way, t flung the ushers aside as though they were puppets; tables wept crashing down, with their and chairs sent spinning among the audience. And still he pressed forward ; he gained the stage, leaping upon it over the footlights. Still the {senorita stood dumb and motionless, but there was a look of horror in her eyes, and now she put up her hands as though to hide her face. That was all that the audience saw, for the curtain fell and hid them, and in front of it a heaving multitude of men raged and shouted and demanded the senorita; while some, suspecting a tragedy, began crowding toward the exit, to Intercept the senorita at the stage door. But Murdoch knew nothing save that he had found her again. He drew her Into th£ wings, and. holding her hands, stoo£ gazing at her triumphantly. “Come!” he said. “Come? Where?” echoed the senorita. for the first time finding her voice. But it was broken with tears and filled with shame. The banderole, fluttering from the lance which she still held, the spangled dress with its abbreviated, scarlet skirt, looked pitifully tawdry now. “Why did you come here?” she sobbed Indignantly. “Why couldn’t you have forgotten me? You have no right to judge me because I am just a dancing girl.” “I haven’t judged you,” said Murdoch quietly. “1 want you to come with me. Answer mb one question, Dolores. Do you love me—or rather did you love me that day when I asked you to be my wife?” “Yes, I loved you,” she said. “But how could I tell you what I was—you, who would never have understood? You have never met women like me. Do you want to know why I went? to Big Cypress? I hated my life, I wanted to be free. I wanted to forget myself and never remember what I was. But when I met you I saw how deep a gulf lay between. I knew then that I never ’ could escape my destiny. I was just a Cuban dancing girl, making a spectacle of myself night after night for money, and if I had married you and noT told you that I was the notorious Dolores Gracia some day you would have discovered it. I couldn’t bring that dishonor upon you. So I came back. Now leave me.” Murdoch laughed rather grimly as he found her cloak and folded It about 1 her. “Come, Dolores,” he said. “I haven’t 1 found you to lose you again. Perhaps you never had a chance to be anything else. But there’s happiness enough in my heart to fill yours too." • He raised her hands and pressed them to his lips. (Copyright. 1912. by W. G. Chapman.) Not a Bad Idea. r “The Whifferbys put on a great » deal of style, considering the fact that • they hardly know where they will get ; tomorrow’s dinner.” “Some method in their madness I though. The more style they put on » the more apt they are to be lnvite« f out to dinner.” 1 —

Plunkville Itfetvs. "I would suggest giving our new mayor three cheers,” announced S' Wiffletree at the first meeting of the new town council. “Make it two cheers,” suggestec Hiram Waffle. “Remember, we an pledged to economy all along th< line.” Henry’s Little Way. Mrs. Henpeck—Oh, you needn’i talk! You’re not quite perfectior yourself, I would have you know. Henpeck—No. my dear, but whei I’m about you I’m mighty near perfec tion. Mrs. Henpeck—O, Henry! Oh, These Cut Ups. Phun —I understand there’s a keu rivalry between those cutlery mant facturers. Pun —Worse than that It’s war fi the knife.

LISTENING TO “HIS MASTER’S VOICE” mi nk ill HLIII 11FHIM 111 II ■Hill II II T| ( Pr — .mi - -apv... ...I—— . i Among the numerous adjuncts of' civilization introduced to the Philippines by the Americans is the talking machine, which the natives look upon as a supernatural affair that is beyond their understanding. “Where does the voice come from?” is their unvarying question, and some of them declare its owner must be buried ir the ground beneath the box. Our photograph pictures a sub-chief of one of the most savage tribes listening to i comic song.

GIRL AS A CONSCRIPT

Barrack Training Is Advocated in Germany. ’ Adoption of Female Conscription School Urged as Remedy for Decay of the Empire—Will'Meet a Social Need in Empire. Berlin, Germany.—Conscription for ■women —or rather for girls—is the latest of the great reforms which Germany promises the worlu NA heated debate has been raging on the\mbject. Scores of distinguished Germans like Field-Marshal Von der Goltz, ex-Minister of Education Von Moeller, Prof. O. Witzel, the woman novelist; Dr. Martha Gauthe, all favor the project, while it is opposed by a great many others, including the whole social democratic party. The problem is well within the range of practical politics, and were it not for the unceasing financial need of Germany It would probably be carried out within a few years. What form exactly conscription for women will take is still under dispute. A few zealous—mostly suffragettes—seriously propose that women be trained to fight in war. A much larger class —among them Von der Goltz —want women organized Into companies and battalions, and drilled and disciplined on military principles, .but confined, as far as duties go, to army tailoring, army cooking and sick nursing. The women’s army would be an adjunct to the men army, and all the males of the nation would be free to fight their country’s battles. Neither of these schemes is likely to win. The proposal most seriously backed is that women shall be drilled and disciplined on military lines for the sake of physique and character formation, but that they shall learn nothing except purely domestic duties. Just as men are trained to serve in time of war, women would be trained to serve in time of peace, trained to make better wives, better mothers, better housekeepers, citizens and social workers. They would be taken at the age of eighteen or twenty, drafted into barracks, and for a year or perhaps two taught by the state on scientific lines all the functions of womankind. Women’s conseriptiofi would thus meet a social need. The need is proven by the decline in the birth rate, which has fallen in thirty-five years from 42 per 1,000 to only 30. “That,” says Von der Goltz, “is proof of the decay of Germany.” The female conscription school argue that in Germany the state always thinks its function is to fight national evils; therefore, the state must not shrink from attacking the evil of “the dewomanizing of womanhood.” If the natural woman is dying out, the state must replace her with the state made woman. “The woman conscript is the ideal of modern Germany.” So far the most- detailed scheme of female conscription has been worked out by Dr. Kurt Lomann, an ex-official and privy councilor. Lomann Is a competent authority on organization. He stands strongly for the barracks system Every girl of eighteen, if not an actual Invalid, is to enter the barracks for a year. Good character should be the only qualification, because the idea should be circulated that training by the state is an honor, not a punishment. The barracks would cost £22,000,000. This would house the 250,000 girls who would reach conscript are every year. Probably 250 barracks, each housing 1.000, would be the best distribution. Conscription barracks would be under the charge of matrons; no men would be employed. Also there would be no servants. All work, including gardening and the disposal of rubbish, as well as the secretarial and accountancy work, would be performed by the girls themselves.

NOTED BOOKS IN ODD PLACES English Bibliophile Urges Care In “Weeding Out” Libraries — Tells Own Experiences. London.— Emphasizing at a dinner ot the Authors’ club the need for care In “weeding” libraries—a process which, he said, they required periodically. just as much as gardens—Sir Herbert Maxwell related an instance of his own carelessness. “Some years ago I wanted to get the

S CALLS HER DEARIE; ARRESTED Husband Pleads Guilty. Blaming Christmas Spirit, but Spouse Insists It Must Have Been “Spirits.” New York.—When a man goes so far as to hail his own wife on the street as “dearie” or “sweetheart,”' the offending husband ought to be haled to court. Whatever other women’s opinions may be about this, Mrs. Anna McDonald considered it her duty do so. with the result that John S. McDonald found himself trembling before a police magistrate. Behind him stood a policeman and the complaining wife determined to see justice done. “He ought to know better,” she declared. “He is fortyone years old.” "I don’t know why I did it,” the husband pleaded. The magistrate could not see that the husband’s greeting was a crime. DR. ELIOT DECRIES CREEDS For University Head Says the Heathen World Is Not Interested In Trinity or Atonement. Boston. —Dr. Charles W. Eliot, former president of Harvard, addressed the Channing club of Unitarian Ministers, telling them of the religion which he believed the world wants. He said he did not believe that man was altogether born in sin, as the English church prayer book stated it. That he called “a most horrible doctrine.” “I believe in good works,” he said. “Work along the lines of the Provident Society of Boston and associated charities constitutes my belief in personal salvation. To do work along social lines is necessary. We want to

SECRET OF HEALTH 3

————— 3 Hale Scotchman Tells How to Pass Century Mark. Leslie Fraser Duncan, Age Ninetytwo, a Resident of London, Declares People Eat Too Much—He Lives on Two Meals a Day. London.—The secret of health and long life Is two meals a day. That has always been my rule, and” —as if to clinch th® matter —“I’m the tallest Scotchman in London —six feet six inches in my socks!” “Leslie Fraser Duncan, ninety-two, with flowing white beard and a face glowing with health, thus gave the secret of his vigor. “I began it as a boy," he said. “From when I was five years old, at my birthplace near Elgin, I used to walk six miles to school and six miles back, every day for twelve years—just 400,000 miles in all —and that was on two meals a day. At eight in the morning I 1 breakfasted on porridge, milk and barley scones. Then I had nothing till about eight in the evening, when I had more porridge or brose. On that fare I grew to be six feet tall at sixteen, strong and hearty, and now I am six feet six inches. “In 1845 I came to London, and all through a busy career of fifty years I worked twelve and fifteen hours a day. Now I get up at noon, and my invariable diet, on which I hope to pass the century, for I am well an< i happy, is: i “One o’clock —Breakfast, three boiled eggs, tea, and three slices of , thin bread and butter. “Two o’clock—Glass of milk. “Four o’clock—Glass of milk. “Five o’clock—Tea, one boiled egg. tea and thin bread and butter. I “Eight o’clock—Dinner, on® boiled . egg and thin bread and butter. “I have not touched meat for seven years, and I did not eat it until I was twenty. I never smoked, except for a

‘Encyclopedia Britannica,’ ninth edition, at the cost of 1175. I was short of cash and I thought I would sell some books. I chose a sporting magazine, of which I had a complete set, bar two numbers from its beginning in 1790 to Its demise in 1870. I got my encyclopedia, but you may judge of my chagrin when I read that last year the sporting magazine series was sold in London for |4,750.” The most valuable book, weight for weight In his library, said Sir Herbert, was one which he found cast

get more vigor and vitality in good works Ido not believe in hell, or. as the Baptists are now calling it, ‘the underworld.’ “You cannot go to the Chinese or Japanese with your doctrines that are mere traditions. Take the doctrine of justification by faith, or the atonement, or the doctrine of the Trinity, etc. These are not acceptable to the Chinese or Japanese minds. They find more in Confucianism or Buddhism than in this teaching. But tell the heathern Chinese that you lieve in good works, and that you do not accept the inferiority of women, and he thenjistens to you. x' “The heathen world does not want a creed. The Apostles Creed is good as far as it goes, but it does not go far enough, say many Chinese and Japanese teachers.” PATRICK MEETS HIS CHILD Giwets Daughter, Now 16, from Whom He Was Parted by Prison Sentence* St. Louis.—For the first time since she was a child 4 years old, Miss Lillian Patrick and her father, Albert T. Patrick, recently pardoned by Gov. Dix of New York, met here. The young woman, now 16 years old, arrived from Denver, Colo., with Patrick’s mother, Mrs. Edward T? Patrick. They are at the home of John T. Milliken, Patrick’s brother-in-law. t Patrick’s plans for the near future' are still unformed, he said. It is probable that within a week he will either return to New York or be joined here by his wife, he believes. Girl Saved by Fur Boa. Montclair, N. J. —Miss Florence C. Sheldon, who fell through the thin ice covering Inverness lake, threw an end of her fur boa to rescuers who dared not venture upon the ice, and they used it for a life line and pulled her to safety.

year when I was a young man in Edinburgh, and I have rarely touched alcohol. For years my drinking has been confined to four glasses of champagne a year—one on my birthday, one on my wife’s birthday, one on Christmas day, aqd one on New Year’s day. “It Is true that my business career was confined to the days before modera rush, and I have never used a telephone; but it is over-eating, not rush, that ages men. They tell me that they feel old at fifty—and then I find they eat five meals a day!" PALACES ON PERU PLATEAU Explorer Tells of Buried Inca City Uncovered in Jungle—Had Trouble with Officials. New York. —Professor Hiram Bingham, head of the Yale Peruvian expedition, which has been conducting archaelogical exploration work in the interior of Peru, reached New York | with other members of the party from Colon. Professor Bingham said the exploration was conducted chiefly at Machu Picchu, the buried Inca city, discovered on the previous expedition, which stands on a plateau surrounded by precipices two thousand feet in height. The jungle was cleared away and • more than one hundred burial caves were discovered. Ruins of baths. ' houses and palaces also were laid I bare, and practically the entire city uncovered. Professor Bingham added > that the jungle will soon cover them ’ again, unless steps are taken by the Peruvian government to keep them open. “On this trip,” said Professor Blng- , ham, “we had a good deal of trouble with the Peruvian government. On I the two expeditions I had previously made into Peru I had no trouble at all, i but the ministery had changed and i those in present were not at i all friendly to American exploration.”

away in the drawer of a disused writing table. It was a “Bradshaw’s Railway Guide” for 1841. The late Alexander Oswald was a great bibliophile. When he died bit, house was crowded with hooka. Th** order was given to the agent, “Take away every book that has not a decent binding." The agent did so, and several thousands of volumes were sold at a quarter each. Among them was a Kilmarnoch edition tn Burns* poems, 1787, in boards, which i is since ild for

ONE OLD SOLDIER REMAINS Colonel John Lincoln Clem, Who En | listed at Age of Ten Years, Still in Service. (By DR. ANDERS DOE.) More than 1,500,000 men took pari I on the side of the north in the great [ American Civil war from 1861 tc ' | 1865. They are all now out of active ; i service, having fallen before the age I limit. One only is left, and that one I I is Col. John Lincoln Clem, first quar- j j termaster of the central division oi • I the United States army, with head- I I quarters at Chicago. The American Civil war has been | called a “boy-war,” on account of the i extraordinary number of youths, rang- I ing in ages from fourteen to twenty ‘ years, that had joined the army. 01 : all these “Johnny” Clem was ths : youngest. He was ten years old when | he left his home in Newark, 0., and presented himself for service as a drummer boy. He was so little that he was chased away, and was given a box on the ear when he came back home. But Johnny would not stay away. He always came back, and In the bloody battle of Shiloh we find him as drummer bey at the front of the regiment — t’ae Twenty-second Michigan. Then took plac£ the battle of Chickamauga, one of the bloodiest battles of history. It was here that the Norweiglan regiment, the Fifteenth Wisconsin, of which all Norwegians in America are proud, was almost completely annihilated, and its leader, Col. Hans Hegg (born in Ller, Norway), found a hero’s death. On the day following he was to have been promoted to the’ post of brigadier general. Here Johnny Clem was at the front, as usual, and got the name, “the Drummer Boy of Chickamauga,” a name by which he is known up to the present day. A shell struck the drum from his hands, shattering it, and Johnny Bat down and cried. But he could not long sit quiet, while the battle was going on all around him, so he took a gun from a dead soldier and commenced firing. On came the Confederates storming, and when they saw Johnny Clem with the gun they burst out laughing, but Johnny took aim £nd killed the leader. They took Johnny Clem and gave him a spanking, put him on horseback and rode off with him. Like a prairie fire the news spread that Johnny was captured, and the whole regiment started in pursuit, soon coming back carrying Johnny with them in triumph. The battle was won, and when the troops were Inspected, the general called Johnny and asked him what had become of his drum. Johnny told him it had been struck by a shell. “Johnny,” said the general, “any one who cannot take care of his drum cannot be a drummer any longer.” Johnny cried. “But,” added the general, “from now on you will be sergeant with the regiment.” Johnny, went through the whole war and the day peace was concluded he looked upon as a dreary day. He was a “veteran” with medals and honorary diplomas when he was fourteen years old. I visited Colonel Clem at his office and presented myself as the correspondent of the Aftenposten - (Christiania, Norway). The colonel 18 courteous and genial. He is broadshouldered and well proportioned, with a sprinkling of gray and a charming smile. “Yes, I am the last of the veterans? said he. “I am now sixty-one years old, and in three years I shall also fall before the age limit. “Yes, I remember well Col. Hans Hegg. He was the leader of the Norwegians and their Ideal. He was held tn high esteem and so was the Fifteenth Wisconsin. While only a boy at that time I remember it as if It was yesterday. They went into the battle as to a play, and very few came back. The Fifteenth Wisconsin marched in front, exposed to the murderous fire, and thus bore the brunt of the battle.” I then asked if he would give me a message for the land of Colonel Hegg, whereupon he sat down and wrote the following greeting to Norway: “It recalls to my memory the days of my youth when I think of the brave Norwegian, Hans Hegg of the Fifteenth Wisconsin regiment, and his honorable death at Chickamauga. He would no doubt have been promoted the day following if he had not found a hero’s death. My greeting to our friends, the Norwegian, nation, who has given so many brave 'American citiz®ns, oijr very best. "Most respectfully, “JOHN L. CLEM, “Colonel Second Corps.” Was Afraid of It. Pat had been foraging against orders, and an angry native had complained to the colonel about him stealing some potatoes. “Be of good heart, Pat,” said a comrade: “th’ curnel will do ye justice.” “But that’s what Ol’m afraid of,” At Least an Hour. “What Is meant by ‘The woman of the hour?* ” “The woman who is getting ready to go to the theater.” Precaution. “Be very careful about the quality of silk you use in that flag." “Why so?” “It would never do to present to a militia company a flag in which the colqrs are going to run.” Strenuous. / “Quarantine officers have sometimes hard duties to perform In the wliy of entertainment.” “When do they?” “When they hate to beard a vessel and lodge a comprint* \ C-

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