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PART TWO EDITORIAL PAGES ONE TO TWELVE lJi UMAHA SUNDAY olK PART TWO SOCIETY PAGES ONE TO TWELVE VOL. XLIV-NO. 3. OMAHA, SUNDAY MORNING, JULY 5, 1914. SINGLE COPY FIVE CENTS. V 71 T ' mana nan w no laws J I T J 1 A mnuu ii n -amain :rj& wa lather Rtggeme Cfeighton University Astronomer-a Man of Many Parts Observatory ai Crezghlcox ILoLversiy 'To him who, in the love of nature, holds' Communion Lxoith her visible fonm She speaks a various language. ' BRYANT O, THE pootdid not have Father .Wil- N Ham P. Rlggo in mind when ho B penned tlioso lines. Crcightou uni B a. I i . 1 J 1 . i 1 T . 1 . 1m vurouy, in which ruiuer uisb" ' professor of physics and astronomy, was unheard of until many years rlier Bryant wrote this opening sentence. Yet if this had been written later and Bryant ldd been acquainted with Father William Rlggo, it would be a simple matter to say where the poot feot his inspiration for the thought. For nature indeed speaks a various language to Father Rlgge. Most of this is a silent language, spoken In varl colored light rays through a high power telescope. For Father Rigge lives with his telescopo among tho stars. Few perhaps are capable of appreciating as Father Rigge can appreciate the lines of Carlyle, But I, I am alone with the stars." To bo alone with tho stars, to Father Rigge, means to bo amid a swarm of friends that smile, beckon, and speak a million languages all of which ho understands. To bo alone with tho stars, to rather Rlgge, moans to bo seated in the amphi tlieater of the firmament, it means to view tho worlds, and flaming suns, as they leap, and plunge and play in the spanless mystery of space. It means to be far from the sordldness of things that belong only to the one little planet known as earth. It means to watch other green worlds gyrating through the depths of space, boasting their men and vegetation. It means to watch other worlds cycling by, barren as burnt brick, where men and vegetation have long since been choked. It means to be able to turn a powerful Inns upon gigantic nebulae, majestically waltzing Into view, huge, fragmentary, gaseous, chaotic, where all the grandiose tragedy of life is yet.un siaged. To be alone with the stars to Father Rigge means to see what the naked eye cannot see, white-heated comets with ten-fold rifle-ball speed sweeping toward him. It means to watch them swerve at the sharp turns, crashing again into the unknown. For while other men hoe potatoes and look for the stars only to determine whether rain clouds are gathering, Father Rlgge looks at the stars be cause he loves them. He looks because there are things every moment to be seen far, far more wonderful than all the grand panorama that met his gaze at the circus as a lad of eight. For, far above his little observatory is being enacted the crushing of worlds. Chariots of the zodiac are vrccked In tho purplo zenith'. Cosmic pollots crash constantly through spaces fragments of forgotten comets crushed by unrecorded collisions. Kpattorlng through the voids of Infinity, through t lllows of nothingness. Viewing thes unknown wonders, Father Wil liam Rlgge realizes the iusignlflcanco of human beings, and well might he exclaim, "I am but man In this churning insanity of elements." For eighteen years Father William P. Rigge has been professor of astronomy at tho Crelghton university. For eighteen yoars he has viewed tho heavens from his vantage point in the little ob pervatory on the heights of the Crelghton campus. "Ah, thero are gorgeous sights in the heavens," is his explanation when someone asks why he studios the heavens so much. "There are the various phases of tho moon; there are tho comets, and there are the various colored stars, and there are a thousand things to be soon nightly that are worth while." Father Rlg.se deplores the fact that so few people tako an interest in astronomy. "With all the wonders in tho heavens," he says, "you would be surprised to know how many people of even above average intelligence, still know almost noth ing about the neavens. People who como here to visit the observatory, are often completely lost hen they get '.n here, for thoy'do not know what to say. They do not know hpw to aBk a Question nbout tho work. Tlioy do nbt know, what to ask NoIhlngoccurs to lfehi- "m- cpqrtectlon . - with astronomy." But tho littlo priest does not worry about tho lack of popular interest In astronomy. Astronomy is his business, and whether ho is followed by tho popular mind or not, astronomy leads him into the Infinite firmament he loves. But, sad to relate, practical astronomy some times leadB him into less poetic pursuits tem porarily. How? Oh well for two weeks he had to chaso spiders . around the. campuB of the university. Many and of various species were tho spiders ho caught and carried to the laboratory, but none would do. Tho patience-of Job was exhibited by the little priest as he chased spiders, bought spiders, traded for spiders, and if a priest can bo oyor said' to stoal, perhaps Father Rlgge could be pardoned if he evon went bo far as to steal spiders. But at last he was rewarded. At last he found n spider of tho right species. At last ho found a spider with a web both tough and extremoly fino. He drew from this spider many yards of web which ho carefully preserved. The transit micrometer depends upon spiders' webs for Its accuracy in measuring diameters of stars, and distance traversed by stars In tho heavens. No other flbro known to man Is so fine as the spider wob, and so scierico has long em ployed spider webs stretched across the high power lenses in tho transit micrometer. Well, a student In one of the classes pushed a Ions in too far and gave tho spider web frame a shock and broko the flbros. That was why Fatner Rlggo had to chase spid ers for a fortnight. It was to repair tho transit micromotor. And ho repaired it, thus saving a great many dollars of expense it would have re quired to have an expert come from tho east to fix It. Father RigGo does not thrlvo alono on tho Kqrgoous colors in tho heavens. Ho. knows prac tical astvonomy as well as "poetic" astronomy. Ho knows tho mathematics or astronomy ns ho once know tho way to tho droits grounds as a boy. "I couldn't llvo without logarithms," he said,, r.nd smiled enthusiastically, whon asked If tho mathematical part of astronomy was not very dif ficult and tiresome. Something of a Joker Is this littlo priest star-f-ludeut. Whon Chief Hollow Horn Boar of tho Sioux trllio visited Omaha a few years ago on his way to Washington, bo was taken to the obsorva tory to s6o the sights. The seven-foot telescopo. makes an excollcnt sun glass when tho sun shines down through tho various lenses. It will set flro to a piece of paper whon tho sun's rays aro focused just right. Some of the vsitlng party let tho focused light touch their hands and Immedi ately jerked them away with a shriek. Pathor Rlggo invited Hollow Horn Bear to bold out his hand to tho focussed light. Tho chlof hold his hand under tho point of light, throw his hoad back, ond stared blankly at tho wall without flinching. Ho held bin hand thero for a minute and gavo no sign of pain "And tho Joke was on us," said Father Rigge, ' for Indian like, that fellow would let it burn a holo .In his hand boforo ho would cry out like a palo-face." AH tho physical sciences are of intense Interest to Father' Rlggo. He has equipped a wireless tolograph Btatlon on top of tho Crelghton uni versity building, and it didn't cost him a cent. "I found some wiro lying around and I strung it on top of the building. I did all tho wiring myself, eo there would bo no expense. I did it all, I say, oxcept right around tho highest oaves, It was a littlo too dangerous for me. I had ono of the Janitors do it thoro" Then, too, this little prlost with a keen senso a' humor, thought what a Joko it would bo it there could bo found to be a lot of red tape about tho "Wanted -Better Behavior at Funerals ft By ADA PATTERSON. .ECENTLY I paid a littlo visit of con dolence to a newly-made widow. Sho is a woman whoso name you will know and reverence. Although sho has tho altitude of fame on this day, she was of tho stature of a little child, for she pressed her head ncainst my shoulder and wept as a babe that would not bo comforted. "The bitter thing is not that I miss him so," she said In her sob-muffled voice. "Though we were together for forty years, and it's like missing food and air and sunshine, all needful things, to know he's gone. AndJt Isn't that so few friends came for a last look at his face or to comfort me. That's because he was a reserved man who made fw friends, and they on'y superficial ones. But It was the way his family behaved. "He had always loved his family. But when ho went away there was only one near relative who cume to bid him godspeed on his long Journey. That one was his sister, and my heart swells to breaking when I tell you how she acted. She came straight to my room without ever asking where the poor boy was lying. Her maid was with her, and while she was talking to mo she inter rupted herself every other sontonco to say . some thing quite Irrelevant to tho maid. " 'You know, dear, how much I'vo alwayB thought of you,' she said, 'but I can't stay long. I hope you understand that I can't stay long. I couldn't well loavo home. Besides I'm staying with a friend,' and she mentioned the noisiest, most garish hotel in town. 'You know I don't often have a chance to stay in the city. So I'm going over there as soon as It's over.' It was the burial of my husband and her brother. "She went out on the lawn and looked over the old place and her laugh camo to me now and then through the window. When she came back to my loom sho told me how my changes In the old house had Improved it in some respects and taken from Its beauty and comfort in others. Altogether she was In high spirits. I could see that a funeral was an event to her that is savored of a merry making." I have never met this apparently heartless sis ter. I know not what strango quirk of brain may have caused behavior so unseemly, but I do know that too many persons regard a funeral as a place and time of reunion. "I had not seen Mary James for two years until I met her at Mrs, Alston's funeral. Sho is tho same old Mary. Told mo the funniest story I had heard for a blue moon. I laughed until I ached." I heard this choice bit of confidence on a street car. An aged woman told mo that In tho short si lence between tho heart-straining sounds of the clods falling upon her sister's coffin, across the opon wound in tho earth, so like the resounding void In her own heart, she heard a shrill voice proclaim: "I haven't been to New York for three years. I'm Just dying to go." The carriage that took me from the train to my old home In which lay tho comforter of my childhood, the counsellor of my youth, tho strong lock of refuge In my llfe'B high moon, my aunt who had been as a cherished mother took also a high-voiced woman, who talked all tho way, "It's been two years since I've seen her," went or the thin, nervo-tearing voice. The monologue continued until wo had reached tho door of the house to which silence had come, from which the light had gone oue. And In the houBO I doubt not she countod noses to her shallow heart's contont and registered minutely the costumes worn by everyone present. I wish the society for the suppression of nuisances in every community would keep fools away from funerals. Installation of a wireless tolagraph apparatus. Oh, yes, ho know all' tho rules and regulations for In stalling thq plant,. But ho had some tlm'o and ho Hd not havo all tho equipment.soIlij lust expert- montod to see whether all tho dotafls waro really necessary. To bogjn with ho had no copper plate. Tho di rections say to Install such a plant, ono must have an enormous copper plate of hundreds of 'square feet. That this must bo burled In tho ground; tl.at It must roflt on a bed of charcoal; that tho copper plato must be covered with another bod of. cljOfcoah ' Ho had neither. He. .had no appro priation to. draw from to buy these things. So ha, Jtist grounded his wlro as ho would ground a tele phone' wiro. Ho disregarded the whole proposition, uf grounding In a great copper plate. Imbedded in, charcoal. "I'll Just boo, V' he said. "If I can't hear any Messages that way, thero will be time enough to chango It when wo have money to. buy. all thla equipment." Thon, too, thB regulations say the wires must t parallel. "Well, what will It do If they are' not," said Fathor Rlggo to himself. "I've Just got a notion that If they are not parallel, and that Iff they run in various directions and In various' pianos, they will catch messages from tho various, directions ' the bettor." ' So his wires, are strung in awkward directions over the roof of tho build ing. "If they don't work, we'll change 'em some-i time," he mused. So with a cost of somo 7 cents' In all and a good deal of climbing, tacking, nailing and shin (craping, for tho little prlpst, tho wireless station, such as it was, was complete What happenod7 Why the first thing he knew the Instruments I cgan to tick, and ho caught tho official announce ment of the time of day sont out by Washington daily. He net the clock accordingly. The tolo craphy company had boon charging the university something like $100 r year for flashing tho time cr.co or twlco a day. Tho Rlggo wireless was much cheaper. Father Rlggo was Just grabbing It out of the etherlal waves as thoy passed over Nobraska .caring tho message to tin coast. Tho littlo priest smiled. Then the ticker began again, and the priest heard a steamship In the Qulf of Mexico calling for j pilot He smiled again. This tlmo not because he was getting information for which the telegraph company bad been charging good money, but merely because It assured him that his instruments wore working so perfectly as to catch stray mes. a.'ges oven from the Qulf of Mexico that were sent vlth the Intention of traveling perhaps less than fifty miles. Father Rlgge likes a good time. He is not the silent, smileless, scientist, who wears a face soured by mathematics. When a caller looked for him at the university a few days ago, he found him In a circle of twenty convent girls on the fourth floor. It was a day off for the girls and they went to the university to be entertained by Father Rlgge. The twenty laughing girls hand In hand formed a circle. Two of them held wires from an electric battery. Fathor Rlggo was turnln the crank, Thero were shrieks and shouts, much laughter, and the scientist kept busy finding new ways of manifesting tho shock-power of electricity. "Oh, I couldn't possibly see you today," said the scientist-priest. Come around at 10 o'clock In the morning. These girls of thq convent have this afternoon off. It Is the chance of their life, and I am entertaining them."