Bixby Bulletin (Bixby, Okla.), Vol. 7, No. 46, Ed. 1 Friday, December 22, 1911 Page: 6 of 8
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SYNOPSIS.
Dan Bl.ilr, the 2J-yi>ar-ol(l son of the
flfty-nillllon-dollar oopprr kin* of Hlalr-
town. Mont . Is h guest at the English
home of Lady Galorey Dan’s father had
been courteous to l.ord Galorey during
his visit to the United States and the
courtesy Is now belli* returned to the
youti* man The youth lias an Ideal girl
In Ills mind He meets Lily, Duchess of
Breakwater, a beautiful widow, who Is
attracted by Ills Immense fortune.
CHAPTER II.—Continued.
Only Lady Galorey hesitated, disap
pointed.
“Too bad—I had specially arranged
for Lady Grandoourt to drive over
with Kileen. I thought it would be a
ripping chance for her to see Dan.’
When at length the duchess had sue
ceeded In getting Dan to herself to-
tory. a girl sang a solo In the First
Presbyterian church Dan Blair hoard
it, looked up, and it made a mark in
his life. A girl In a white dress
trimmed with blue gentians, white cot-
ton gloves, anti Holden hair, was the
soloist. He knew vher. that Is, he
had a nodding acquaintance with her.
It was the girl at the drug store who
sold soda wuter, and he had asked her
some hundreds of times for a “vanilla
or a chocolate," but It wasn’t this vul-
gar memory that made the little boy
listen It was the glri’s voice. Stand-
ing back of the yellow-painted rail,
above the minister’s pulpit, above the
(lies, the red pews and the panama
lansj, she sang, and she sang into Dan
Blair’s soul. To speak more truly,
-he made him a soul In that moment.
he awakened the hoy; his collar felt
Ught. his cheeks grew hot. He felt
a London
had
ward the end of the day
room, after tea, she said:
"So you won’t marry
beauty?"
And rather coldly Dan
swered:
"Why, you talk, all of you, as 11 I
had only to ask any girl of them, and
»he would jump down my throat.”
"Don’t try it,” the duchess answ ered
"unless you w'ant to have your mouth
full!"
Dan did not reply for a second, hut
he looked at her more seriously, con
sclous of her grace and her good
looks. She was certainly better to
look at. ttmn the simple girls with
their ldg hands, small w its, long faces
and, as the boy expressed it. “utter
lack of get-up." The duchess shone
out to advantage.
"Why don’t you talk to me?" she
asked softly. "You know you would
rather talk to me than the others."
"Yes," he said frankly ; “they make
me nervous.”
"And I don’t?”
“No." he Bald. "I learn n lot ever"
time we nre together."
"l^arn?” she repeated, not parttcu
lnrly flattered by this. "What sort of
things?"
"Oh, about the whole business.” he
returned vaguely. “You know what 1
mean."
“Then,” she said with a slight laugh,
"you mean to sny you talk to mo lor
educational purposes? What a beast-
ly bore! ’’
Dan did not' contradict her. She
was by no means Eve to him, nor was
he the raw recruit his simplicity might
give one to think He had had his
temptations and his way out of them
was an easy one; for he was very
slow to stir, and hack of all was his
Ideal. The reality and power of this
Ideal Dan knew best at moments like
these. But the Duchess of Breakwater
was the most lovely woman—the
most dangerous woman that had come
tala way. He liked her—Dan was well
on the way to love
The two were alone in the big dark
room. At their side the small table,
from which they had taken their tea
together, stood with Its empty cups
and Its silver Without, the day was
cold and windy, and the sunset threw
r.long the panes a red reflection The
light fell on the Duchess of Breakwa-
ter, something like a veil—a crimson
veil slipped over her face and breast
She leaned toward Dan. and between
them there was no more barrier than
the western light. He felt his pulses
beat nnd a tide rising within him. She
was a delicious emanation, fragrant
and near, nnd as lie might have gath
ered a cluster of flowers, so In the
next second he would have taken her
In his arms, but from the other room
Just then Lady Galorey. nt the piano,
played a snatch from Mandalay, strik-
ing at once Into the tune The sound
came suddenly, told them quickly
some one was near, and the Duchess
of Breakwater Involuntarily moved
bnck, and so knocked the small tray.
Jostled It. and It fell clattering to ttie
floor
in the red | llla new hoots, too, hard and heavy.
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the autumn season. Light and charm
lng, thoroughly musical, It had toured
successfully through Europe, but Lon-
don was Its home, and ttB popularity
was chiefly owing to the girl who had
starred In It—Letty Lane Her face
was on every postal card, hand bill,
cosmetic box and even popular drinks
were named for her.
The night of the Osdene box party
was the reopening of "Mandalay, and
the curtain went up after the over-
ture to an outburst of applause. Dan
Blair had never “crossed the pond
before this memorable visit, when he
had gone straight out to Osdene Park.
London theaters and London Itself, In-
deed, were unexplored by him. He
had seen what there was to be seen
of the opera houffe In his own coun-
try, but the brilliant, perfect perform-
ance of a company at the London
Gaiety he had yet to enjoy.
The opening scene of "Mandalay” Is
oriental; the burst of music and the
tinkling of the silvery temple belta
and the effect of an extremely blue
sea, made Dan “sit up,” as he pul It
The theatrical picture was so perfeei
that he lifted his head, pushed nir
chair back to enjoy. He was thus-
close to the duchess. With inv'.gorat
lng young enthusiasm the boy drew In
his breath and waited to be amuseo
and to hear. The tunes he already
knew before the orchestra began to
charm hla ear.
On landing at Plymouth Dan had
been keen to feel that he was really
stepping Into the world, and at Os-
dene Park he had been dally, hourly
“seeing life.” The youngest of the
household, his youlh nevertheless was
not taken Into consideration by any
of them No one hid treated him like
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by one with all of them Dan aaC
whirled.
Lord Oalorey had talked to him
frankly, as plainly as If Dan had been
his own father, and found much of *-he
old man’s commou sense In his flne
blond head Lady Galorey had com*
to him in a moment of great anxiety,
and no one but her young guest knew
how badly she needed help. He hud
further made It known to the lady
that he was not In the marriage mar-
ket; that she could not have him tor
any of her girls. And as for the
Duchess of Breakwater, well—he hud
whirled with her untii his head swam.
He had grown years older at the Park
in the few weeks of his visit, but now
!or the first time, as the music of
“Mandalay” struck upon his ears, like
a ripple of distant seas, he felt like
the boy who had left Blalrtown to
come abroad. He had spent the most
part of the day In London with a man
who had come over to see him from
\merica. Dan attended to his busi-
ess affairs, and the people who knew
aid that he had a keen head Mr.
loshua Ruggles, his father’s best
friend, whom Dan this afternoon had
left to go to hla room at the Carlton,
had put his arm with affection through
the boy’s.
“Don’t look as though It were any
too healthy down to the place you’re
visiting at, Dan. Plumbing all right?”
And the boy, flushing slightly, had
said: “Don’t you fret. Josh, I’ll look
after my health, all right.”
“There’s nothing like mountain air,”
returned the westerner. “These old
fogs stick in my nostrils; feel as
though I could smell London clean
down to my feet!”
From the corner of the box Dan
looked hard at the stage, at the fresh
brilliant costumes and the lovely cho-
rus girls.
“Gosh,” he thought to himself, "they
are the prettiest ever! Dove-gray,
eyes of Irish blue, mouths like roses!"
Leaning forward a little toward the
duchess he whispered: “There isn’t
one who isn’t a winner. I never struck
such a box of dry goods!”
The duchess smiled on Dan with
good humor. His naive pleasure was
delightful. It was like taking a child
to a pantomime. She was wearing his
flowers and displaying a jewel that he
had found and bought for her, and
which she had not hesitated to accept.
She watched his eager face and his
pleasure unaffected and keen. She
could not believe that this young man
was master of ten million pounds
When Letty Lane appeared Blair
heard a light rustle like rain through
the auditorium, a murmur, and the
house rose. There was a well-bred
calling from the stalls, a call from the
pit, and generous applause—"Letty
Lane—Letty Lane!” and as though
she were royalty, there was a flutter-
ing of handkerchiefs like flags. The
young fellow with the others stood in
the back of the box, his hands in his
pockets, looking at the stage There
wasn’t a girl in the chorus as pretty
as this prima donna! Letty Lane
came on in "Mandalay” In the first act
In the dress of a tashionable princess.
She was modish and worldly For the
only time In the play she was modern
and conventional, and whatever breed-
ing she might have been able to claim,
from whatever class she was born, as
she stood there In her beautiful gown
she was grace Itself, and charm. She
was distinctly a star, and showed her
appreciation of her audience’s admira-
tion.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
A FEDERAL HEALTH BOARD.
He Liked Her—Dan Was Well on the Way to Love.
CHAPTER III.
The Blalrtown Soloist.
Blalrtown had a population of some
fight thousand There was a Prrstiy
tertan church to which Dan and tvs
father went regularly, sitting in tne
bare pew when the winter’s storms
bent and rattled on the panes, 01 m
the summer -unshlne, when the -• ieit
ot the pews and the panama ans ae.l
th° hymn books came strong to them
through the lieht
One Jay tbe e was a missionary ser
Dinn and for the first time In It* hls-
She made him W’ant to cry These
were the physical sensations—the ma-
teria! part of the awakening. The rest
went on deeply inside of Dan. She
broke his heart; then she healed it.
She made him want to cry like a girl;
then she wiped his tears.
The little boy settled back and grew
more comfortable and listened, and
what she sang was,
“From Greenland’s icy mountains,
From India’s coral stra—ands.”
Before the hymn reached its end he
was n calm boy again, and the hymn
took up its pictures and became like
an Illustrated book of travels, and he
wanted to see those pea green peaks
of Greenland, to float upon the ice-
bergs to them, and see the dawn
break on the polar seas as the ex-
plorers do. He should find the
north pole some day! Then he wanted
to go to an African jungle, where the
tiger, “tiger shining bright,” should
flash his stripes before his eyes! Dan
would gather wreaths of coral from
the stra-—ands and give them to the
girl with the yellow hair. When he
nnd his father came out together from
the church, Dan chose the street that
passed the soda fountain drug store
and peeped in. It was dat a and cool,
and behind the counter the drug clerk
mixed the summer drinks; and the
drug clerk mixed them from that time
ever afterward—for the girl with the
vellow hair never show i d up in Blair-
town again She went away!
CHAPTER IV.
lo the Cc.rat Rcom.
"Mandalay” Lad run a; the Gaiety
the season before and again opened
a junior. He had gone neck to neck
with their pace as far as be liked,
furnished them fresh amusement, and
been their diversion In all his rare
unspoiled youth, Blair had been 'sud-
denly dropped down In an effete set
that had whirled about him, and one
by one out of the Inner circle had
called him to Join them; and one
Teaches Illiterate Soldiers.
Mme. Lazardelle, who has been ap-
pointed by the French government to
teach illiterate soldiers how to read
and write, is a daughter of a Russian
general and for years taught her
father's troops in that country. The
French are- resenting her appoint-
ment, as It seems that there should
be French teachers capable of doing
the work, but no doubt her
rience counts for something.
expe-
Fine Pre-Norman Church
Remarkably Wall Preserved Edifice at
Worth Was Built Long Before
the Conquest.
Many churches In Britain owe their
origin ttrThe piety of the Norman In
vader, but these which antedate this
great period of enureb building are not
so numerous One such pre-Norman
edifice is the fine old parish church of
Worth, near Three BrldgeB A little
book, written by Rev Arthur Bridge
the rector of Worth, tells the his
tory of what Is aptly described as
one of tne most remarkable relics ot
a bygone age l, seems probable that
the church pnssea with the Manor ot
Worth under the will of Alfred
Great to his third son. Ethelward
Archaeologists will be lavish of thanks
«o Mr Bridge lor the Interesting and
useful little record of his unique
•hurt h He tells us that Worth ex
mbits the earliest example of the pure
i) English cruciform building and its
eml circular eastern end is ol very an
;em date But th<- whole church as
uiglit ne gathered possess* many tea
,urea which make it ot peculiar lascin
aiton to the student of the
The windows, for Instance, have not
suffered "restoration." and are well
known to all students of architecture
here and on the continent —Dundee
Advocate.
Landor Poems Found.
The Walter Savage Landor exhibi-
tion at the fjondon library is of great
Interest, comprising portraits, manu-
scripts nnd first editions from the Im-
portant l^andor collection of S Wheel-
er, says the London Times
The most Interesting of the literary
relics is a volume of manuscript poems
and corrections by l^andor which he
himself described on a slip of paper
the (here preserved) as "sweeptngs from
under the study table.” The papers
In this volume were taken from Lan
dor’s writing desk more thnn thirty
years after his death
Some of the poems are unpublished,
and tn other cases there are to be
found the original drafts of lines
which appeared In print In an altered
rorm Other documents Include a wll)
written bv himself In which he be
queathed pictures to Robert Browning
antique | and Mrs. Lynn Linton.
It is gratifying to note that the bill
for the creation of a federal health
hoard will not be allowed to pass with-
out a protest. Reports of organized
risistance come from all parts of the
country, and it may be that the oppo-
sition will soon be sufficiently solidi-
fied to defeat a project that promises
infinite mischief for the community,
and suffering and injustice for the in-
dividual.
The proposal is based upon those
specious claims that are notoriously
hard to controvert. If a federal health
board were to confine its activities to
the promulgation of salutary advice
upon hygienic matters, to the abate-
ment of quackery, and to the purity of
drugs, it might he possible to say
much in its favor, although it would
still be difficult to say that such an
organization is needed. But we know
that it will attempt to do far more
than this, seeing that its adherents
have loudly proclaimed their inten-
tions. Indeed, there is no secrecy
about them. It is confidently expected
that the board will consist of advo-
cates of one school of medicine only
and that the methods of that school
will be not only recommended, but
enforced upon the nation. Indeed a
board that was In any way representa-
tive of the medical profession as a
whole would be stultified by its own
disagreements. Outside the domain
of simple hygiene, for which we need
no federal board at all, there is no
single point of medical practice upon
which allopaths, homeopaths, eclectics
and osteopaths could be in unison.
Any board that could be devised by
the wit of man must be composed of
representatives of one sohool only,
and this means that all other schools
are branded as of an Inferior caste,
even though nothing worse happened
to them. And something worse would
happen to them. If wa-are to establish
a school of medicine, If we are to as-
sert that the government of the Unit-
ed States favors one variety of prac-
tice more than others, why not estab-
lish also a sect of religion and be-
stow special authorities upon Bap-
tists, Methodists and Episcopalians?
An established school of religious
conjecture seems somewhat lesB ob-
jectionable than an established sect
of pseudo-scientific conjecture.
Those who suppose that a federal
board of health would have no concern
with individual rights are likely to
find themselves undeceived. It is for
the purpose of interfering with indi-
vidual rights that the proposal has
been made. We need no special
knowledge of conditions to be awar«
that what may be called unorthodox
methods of healing have made sad in-
roads into the orthodox. Homeopathy
claims a vast number of adherents
who are just as well educated and just
as intelligent as those who adhere to
the older school. Osteopathy, eclecti-
cism, and half a dozen other methods
of practice are certainly not losing
ground. Beyond them Is the vast and
increasing army of those who may be
classed under the general and vague
name of mental healers. Those who
are addicted to any of these forms of
unorthodoxy need have no doubt as
to the purposes of the federal health
board. Those purposes are to make
it difficult for them to follow their
particular fads and fancies, to lead
them, and if necessary to drive them,
from medical unorthodoxy to medical
orthodoxy.
Now the Argonaut holds no brief
for any of the excesses and the super-
stitions connected with the care of the
body iq which this age is so life. But
it does feel concerned for the preser-
vation of human liberty and for the
rights of the individual to doctor him-
self in any way he pleases so long as
he does not indubitably threaten the
health of the community. He may
take large-doses or small ones, or no
doses at all; he may be massaged,
anointed with oil, or prayed over, just
as the whim of the moment may dic-
tate, and probably it makes no par-
ticle of difference which he does. But
he has the right to choose, just as he
chooses the color of his necktie or the
character of his underclothing. It Is
not a matter in which any wise gov-
ernment will seek to interfere. This
Is precisely the liberty that the health
board intends to take from him.
Orthodox medicine, conscious of Its
losses, is trying to buttress Itself by
federal statute, to exalt allopathy to
the status of a privileged caste, and
to create an established school of
medicine just as some other countries
have allowed themselves to create an
established school of religion. It is
for the common sense of the commu-
nity to rebuke that effort and to re-
pel an unwarranted Invasion upon ele-
mentary human rights.—San Fran-
cisco Argonaut.
A Drain of the Company,
On his way home from the theater,
wuere he had seen a performance of
"Othello," Bobby was unusually quiet
"Didn’t you enjoy the play,” bis
grandfather asked at. laBt.
"Oh, yes, very much.” leplled Bobby.
"But, grandpapa, there’s one thing I
don't quite understand. Does the
black man kill a lady every night?"—
Youth’s Companion.
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Stuckey, W. W. & Phillips, R. M. Bixby Bulletin (Bixby, Okla.), Vol. 7, No. 46, Ed. 1 Friday, December 22, 1911, newspaper, December 22, 1911; Bixby, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc406261/m1/6/?q=%22Business%2C+Economics+and+Finance+-+Communications+-+Newspapers%22: accessed June 19, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.