Cashion Advance. (Cashion, Okla.), Vol. 7, No. 30, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 3, 1907 Page: 2 of 8
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D. G. Woodw->rth, Pub.
"Why so pensive?" he asked at last.
Hut her reply was evasive, and he ' she drooped before him in sweet con-
said no more, but talked of things im- ! trition. "Never mind, sweetheart," he
personal. tenderly; but she interrupted him
' About noon they rested by a brook with sudden vehemence: "Then why
invited them by a cheerful gurgle. ! did they remind mo over and over
And Window's manner softened rs gulshed the tramp cf hon ,
nled with these the voices and lau0ii
a'''' PI-ANN _.D FOMUIiOER
By OLIVIA B. STROHM
(Copyright. iv"5. by Olivia B. Strohm).
Cll A PTE It X X1V. -Covri.M II>.
At last, with the wind swaying the
trees, the water kissing the pebbles as
accompaniment to her words, she
spoke: "To-day, to-night, the doubt is
gone; I trust you utterly. But -and I
give you fair warning 1 may chango
She nodded her head merrily! her
mood was, on a sudden, strangely light
—almost hysterical. Then, more se-
riously: "I don't (rust my moods late-
ly, they vary so. 1 may have been
right then—or I may be right now,
but I want to be honest to night hon-
est with my heart and you. And to-
night, for the present, all's well."
"And, sweet one, for so much,
thanks. You know the wisest man hits
said: 'There is a time to love and a
time to hate.' 1 -et us be happy now in
the 'time to trust, the time to love.'
Owatoga returned, and at his s is
gesllon Boone rose. "You are right,
we must press on," ho said, and thi
Indian advanced lo Lavender. "Owa
toga will carry the white maid over tlio
water; the ford is deep."
Bifting iier as though she wer
greater burden than the quivei that
swung over one shoulder, he raised h 'I
to the other and plunged into the river.
The others followed, but, the oppo-
site side regained, the old pioneer stag
gered anil fell, half fainting. In Wins
"You are ill, sir? Quick, Owatoga!
The brandy." And they worked hard
to revive the old man who lay in a
stupor on the sand.
"I—I have felt only tolerable well
for a few days, and and the walk
the walk has lias tired me. The wa-
ter was cold cold." And he shiv-
So all night they camped there, Owa-
toga guarding against surprise while
W'lnslow and Bavender, too anxious
for sleep, watched the pioneer, who lay
helpless with fatigue and sudden cold.
With early dawn he rallied a lilt, and
they pushed on until, at noon, tlie>
paused in a beautiful, sheltered gro\e.
Boone smiled like a pleased, tired
child. "I shall rest here," lie said. "1
think we are secure; they have prob-
ably abandoned the trail. At any rate,
I need go no further. St. Charles is
hut a few miles due east. You can
easily reach it to night Good by."
In vain they insisted upon remain-
ing with him until be was stronger.
"No, for the sake of the girls anx
lous father—for her sick mother, she
must be brought home at once. Bose
no time. I can soon have a cabin here
as good as the one we left.
They set to work, and in a small ra
vine, with a palisade of poplars pro-
tecting It, and a hedge of pawpaw
bushes all about, they put up a tiny
shelter which the rugged woodsman
declared was tit for a king's chamber.
' When the time for farewells was
come, Owatoga surprised Winslow by
extending a ruddy hand. "Hood by,"
Daniel Boone, too, looked up
amazed. "Why, how Is this?
But the Indian sturdily retorted:
"Owatoga stays; he will not leave the
old man of the woods."
In vain Boone protested.
"He is right," W'lnslow declared:
"the main road lies Just beyond that
ridge. We can easily find it, and the
Journey is short. Our one regret, sir,
is leaving you."
And there were tears In Lavender's
eyes when she bent over and rever-
ently kissed the high forehead and
smoothed the long, white hair.
"God bless you, girl," he said, weak
ly. "If you never see Daniel Boone
again, think of him sometimes. And
think of him us the 'Old man of the
He added this proudly, as though he
wished no nobler title. Owatoga went
with them until in sight of the road—
a narrow hall in the green pavilion cf
nature, a weed-grown gap In the wilder
Hess. With a few terse directions, and
a gruff farewell, the guide left them to
complete tb« Journey together.
Bavender sat on the mossy turf while j
Winslow busied himself arranging the !
lunch from a hamper.
At the brookside he filled a leaf with
"Drink," he commanded. "This Is j
the cup of Lethe! You need it with ;
that tragedy in your eyes."
"Have we time to stay here and rest |
a little?" she asked.
Winslow glanced at the sun. "lie
has long to travel," ho said. lie will
light us for hours yet," and he threw
himself at her feet, while she said,
with light raillery: "I see you have
caught some of Owatoga s tricks of j
After a pause he said: "You are |
cold to me to-day; you are not ha^pv
with me. Won't you tell me why?
She did not answer.
"Lavender" (and he lingered over
the name), "Tell me why. Is this,
then, the 'time to hate?'"
She looked into his eyes frankly.
"No," she said; "no, not a 'time to
hate.' That time will never come.
Hut It is a 'time to talk.' A time to
think. A time to be honest with my-
Self-disgust was vibrant in her voice.
Then she opened the bag which again
dangled at her waist, and from it drew
the yellow envelope.
Winslow gave an exclamation of dis-
tressed annoyance, but said nothing.
"Then you recognize this?" and
there was haughty distrust again in
"I a in sorry to say I do. May I ask
how it came in your possession?
His manner, too, was cold and per-
She did not reply, and he continued:
"The abominable mystery—for me
surrounding that letter is bad enough
without your being mixed up in it
too; that I cannot bear."
With flashing eyes she returned:
"It is true that this letter is none of
my affair unless unless we are to be
friends. If we are," her voice dropped
lower, "then surely I have the right
to know why she—that half-breed
woman- wrote tills?"
She extended the letter toward him,
entreaty, reproach and scorn in her
look and tone.
Winslow took it calmly and, glanc-
ing it over with an indifferent air,
said: "She did not write it."
"Did not write it?" she repeated,
"She did not. 1 have the best proof
in the world. She cannot write at all."
Then, as she stared at him dum-
founded, lie explained further: This
letter is a forgery—written for what
again that "ou 1.tiled lier father,
For a moment Charles forgot his
promise to Sue Miller, and burst out:
"1? Killed her father?"
Then with swift recollection of his
bond of silence: "Go on," he said,
"I was going to say that the circum-
stances under which you took his life,
as 1 have since learned them, make his
death appear in—well
ter of many men.
Laughter! Speech! Hers was
lief so great that they wanted to shout
aloud—to give it some physlcial ut-
terance. For Indians did not pursue
fugitives with tumult of voices and
clatter of harness.
•Thank God for the laughter!" \Vim-
low cried. "Tho 'crackling of thorns'
sliaH he my next toaut."
Lavender's smile was an effort as
i nearer came the ring of hoofs and the
I sound of men in loud talk. 1 hey were
not Indians—for that she was deeply
grateful, but what were they? Any
different interruption was unwelcome now. A
I premonition of ev}l made her shrink
But still bad? You would think it back as a troop of horsemen filed into
better if no man's blood cried to me view. The search party! Winslow
from the ground?" i was ashamed of his sudden sinking of
Unconsciously she sighed in consent, heart at the sight which should have
but quickly answered: "It Is so dif-! been so welcome, for her sake,
ferent to me now. He was not the fa-
ther protecting Bis child, but an an-
tagonist who sprang at you unaware."
lie did not reply, and she went on:
"But there must have been a mistake;
the old man probably thought you
were another. Did not the girl's lover
"I saw nobody," he declared.
"Does anyone know who he is, oi
do they all think of you as 1 did?"
He did not look at her as he replied,
indirectly: "It is a matter of indif-
ference to me what 'they' think, so
long as I am right in your eyes. And
you you believe in me, now?"
He bent closer, trying to see Into her
their happy hour together was ended
nw. Gerald rode ahead, Gonzaga be-
"Gerald, brother," and, clapping her
hands, ecstatically, Lavender rushed
from the protecting shrubbery into the
middle of the road.
There was confusion in the band ot
riders; the sudden halt was followed
by a variety of oaths and exclamations
Amidst a volley of questions the lead-
ers dismounted and advanced, Gerald
first. Lavender stepped to meet him,
but the eager welcome left her lips
as she read in his face distrust and
Without, touching her outstretched
hand: "So, we have found you!" he
dog deliberately attempts
TO ASSASSINATE RIVAL.
Animal Proved Itself Capable of Sub-
tle Plotting and Much Boldness of
Of premeditated cases of brut<\®®"
sassination there are seve^l remark
able instances on recoid.
fest the faculty of contrivance, of mo-
tive. and of inductively fsslml,allnS
cause and effect, which, if not
ally human reasoning, comes perilous
ly near to it. .
I have more than one record of that
character, says a writer in the Fall
Mall Gazette, this Instance for exam-
ple: A few years ago I was on a visit
to a Westmoreland clergyman and
was accompanied by a favorite Seotci
terrier. It made itself agreeable to
every member of the family but one—
a large Newfoundland retriever
who showed subdued signs of jeal-
ousv One day both dogs disappeared
and' were absent from the house more
than two hours, when the large one
returned home alone.
I was anxious about my own and
went In search of it, and passing
through the village I met a gamekeep-
er whom I knew well, carrying in his
arms the poor brute, soaking wet and
in an exhausted state. He revealed
the cause. While sitting on a bank of
a river about a mile from the parson-
age he saw the two dogs, apparently
out for a friendly ramble, approach
to the waterside on the other side.
eyes. But she kept them turned from
him fixed with unseeing gaze upon the said.
river hurrying past them. j That was all, and there was a ring
She did believe in him with a faith m his voice, a glitter m ins eyes like
unalterable, but as that faith grew, | Gerald, have you no word of I they lay down close together, and in
welcome - are you not glad to see me?"
Here Winslow interposed, quietly:
"I fear I am the one lie is not glad
to see," and he faced the brother who
surveyed him in haughty silence.
"But why—I, I don't understand,"
Lavender stammered, looking helpless-
ly from one to the other.
Here Gonzaga bowed low to her.
"Perhaps I can enlighten you. Miss
Crelghton. But first—" and, advan-
cing a step, he offered his hand.
Mechanically she put her palm in
rose another mist of doubt—doubt of
that other, of that man who had held
the mirror wherein Winslow had ap-
peared in such a bad light to her dis-
torted vision. Was he, too, mistaken.
or was he purposely misleading her?
She dared not reason calmly. To itis-
trust Gonzaga now would mean mis-
ery—would set all her hopes adrift.
For was be not her betrothed, her
mother's choice for her? The man
who was to bring that mother back to
home and life?
The last thought stilled the tumult
in her breast, and remorse toward
Winslow, thwarted love for him, sus-
picion of Gonzaga, all sank—weighed
in this last scale. Her mother's health and well,
and comfort had before seemed all-
iniportant; was it only because, in her
own unhappy state, nothing mattered
anyway? When the one man in the
world was gone out of her life, it had
seemed easy to dedicate it to filial
piety. But now—now that his love
was hers, that the boon was within
.. few minutes he was astonished to
see the big dog suddenly grip the ter-
rier by the hack of the neck and leap
into the water with it. There in about
two feet of water i! deliberately stood
and held the terrier under the surface.
My friend saw that there was noth-
ing but death for my dog, but as he
could not cross the river without go-
ing around by a bridge nearly a quar-
ter of a mile away, he fired a shot
close to the head of the would-be ca-
nine assassin. I hat startled it and.
bis and, holding it In a lingering pres- ]pttjns the terrier loose, it sprang to
sure, he continued: "First allow me |he bank an(j bolted lor home. My
to say how glad I am to see you safe
She withdrew her hand. "This is
no time for compliment, senor. I am
surely puzzled at this greeting.
Where I expected pleasure, a word of
welcome, at least, I meet with cold-
ness, and a public snub. I am loath
to turn from my brother for explana-
tion. but it seems 1 am forced to it.1'
At this Gerald's anger burst all
"The King's Highway is a little un
certain," Winslow laughed as tliev
trudged over the trail where only the
faintest mark of wheel showed traces
of frontier enterprise
Lavender tried to return the sally,
huh the words would not come, and
nho walked by bis ulde, dumb and
purpose, Heaven alone knows. Its
only result was that, in total ignorance i she to renounce it? Conscience told
of the reason for my summons, or her that though the path of duty were
of whom I was going to meet, I came , harder, it was just as clear.
to the place appointed—in time to re- j He interrupted her musing: "We
celve a stab in the dark. Of course, ! must not linger, dearest." And he
I was a fool to go, but—well, you see j took both her hands to help her up
the note is urgent. 'For the sake of
one 1 love,' the writer says."
He ended with a meaning look
straight into her eyes, which were
beginning to droop before the abso-
lute honesty In his.
"The woman, Belle, has assured me
that she never sent me a message of
any sort; the question is—who did?"
Who, indeed? A dreadful doubt was
fomenting in Lavender's brain, but she
persevered falteringly: "But the girl
—she who was in the woods that
lie laughed. "Well, I suppose I
must take everybody's word that there
was a girl there, but—well, I did not
see her. It Is plain I did not have
my wits about me. By tlie way, I have
met her since; our estates join;" be
added, with mock dignity.
Already penitent, ashamed of ques-
tions which might seem at best a low
curiosity, at worst a foolish jealousy,
Lavender vet persisted: "Then you—
you did not know her before?"
"How could I have had that pleas
ure? You know that was my first ap-
pearance in St. Charles. Bather an
Inauspicious debut, wasn't It?
Quickly over the girl's mind (lashed
the conversation she had heard at the
frolic, the gossip o. tho "branch-water
girl," and her "city beau."
In an attempt to make tho crooked
straight, she repeated the talk to him
now, concluding: "None of the gossip
of the city cavalier Impressed me at
the time, but later, when I heard of
the meeting In the wood, it seemed rea-
sonable to think that—that you were
She faltered through this with an
apologetic blush, and for a moment
Winslow was silent.
Then: "'Reasonable?'" he echoed.
"My effort to please you lias surely
been in vain if you think It 'reason-
able' tiiat 1 could stoop to secret trips
lo St. Charles for the sly wooing of a
Indignation rose with speech, and
he finished, sternly: "You have dono
not only me, but yourself—a great
She was dumb; stricken with an over-
whelming sense of loss—loss of the
man who was more than worthy of tho
love which she now realized had al
wins beui bis must ever be hi*.
reach, was she to forget what had Q v ..
been so plain a duty? Because the bounds, and he cried: What. You
plan was now a sacrifice, indeed, was ask what is the matter.
beside him; then, with sudden passion,
drew her close.
But at the first sign of her rebellion
he gently released her, and they stood,
the man and the maid, facing each
other in the road.
A squirrel ran. una raid, across
their path. A blackbird scolded from
a walnut tree near, and the scent of
the green nuts was overpowering.
Kver afterwards their pungent fra-
grance called to mind tills scene
the sandy road with its border of tan-
gled grass, and in the center of the
picture the girl, ankle deep In flower-
ing weeds On the muslin bodice was
a stain of pokeberry juice, forming a
crimson cross on her breast.
"Forgive me," he said, simply.
Her voice was strained and weary
as she answered: "There is nothing
to forgive, only—only I have no right
to love you."
"There is somebody else?"
"And you would not tell me before?"
She raised her hand, as if to ward off
a blow. "Don't; I was weak last
night," she pleaded, "and it was sweet
to drift. But I am strong now-
strong to live without your love. Hut
not"—her voice faltered—"but oh, not
without your friendship! Bet that
ever abide with me."
She extended both hands, and he took
them in silence.
At that moment there was a sound
In the forest, an indistinguishable
sound; but their hearts stood still to
A strange sound in those wild woods
was enough to make the boldest start.
All day they had heard only the hum
of bee, or twitter of bird; the swaying
of branch or flutter of leaf In the too
ardent caress of the south wind.
But this noise was none of these. It
came from the road whence they had
Journeyed. The Indians! They were
A fear s. i ed the girl a horror so
awful that she would have fallen hut
for Wlnslow's protecting arms. For
no other terror the mind of those days
could conjure had power to appall like
this. As both stood to catch the
sounds that new nearer, they diatlu
disappeared with this n* i's servant,
only to be encountered alone with the
master two days later?"
Winslow stood silent, holding him-
self in check by a great effort.
To his surprise, Lavender gave a
little sarcastic laugh. "Are you wor-
ried about the servant.' lie is safe—
as I nave been."
Then dropping the mask of light-
ness. "Safe," she repeated. "Safe,
with this gentleman, but for «U*'a
you would have gone back to OH
She ended with a touch of solemnity
which was not without Its effect upon
her brother. He turned toward Wins-
low, but before he could speak, Gon-
zaga interposed, with a laugh, low
rippling, but not pleasant to hear.
"We all agree in delight at your res-
cue—i, of all men, have cause to re<
joice," and again be bent over her
(To Be Continued.)
Cologne Injection Under the Skin
Imparts Odor to the
The perfumer brought out a box of
rose lacquer, lined with rose colored silk,
wherein there lay a half dozen little bot-
tles of cologne and a tiny gold hypo-
"The latest Parisian novelty." ho
said. "The hypodermic perfume box."
And he put Into the syringe a little heli-
otrope extract, turned back his cuff and
injected the essence Into his arm above
"There," he said. "Now 1 shall smell
like a bed of heliotrope for two days."
The dealer went on toexplaln that the
hypodemlc use of perfumes had beeu dis-
covered by a French chemist, and that
the women of l'arls were taking up tho
••I Imported a dozen hypodemlc per-
fume boxes," be said, and tliIs is the last
one 1 have left. So the Idea, you see. may
be said to be taking In America, too."
"Ordinary perfumes Injected give
forth no odor. A special preparation, the
Invention of the French chemist, must bu
used. These preparations are costly, but
they are also wonderful. A few drops
Injected Into a woman's blood turn her
body Into a great, fragrant flower."
friend then ran aroung by the bridge,
and when he got up to the scene of
the meditated murder found my dog
lying on the bank in an exhausted
state, just having strength to crawl
out. We have here motive, contri-
vance to realize the motive, and skil-
deliberation in the operation, and
if that is not reasoning I should be
glad of a definition of "reasoning"
which would exclu lo such a perform-
1 have records of a similar nature—■
in all cases the outcome of jealousy,
and mainly manifested among the
mammalia of primary gregarious hab-
its, especially tho family Canidae.
That arises from the early fierce
struggle for life, more especially the
struggle over prey. As a matter of
fact, although the dog was the first
wild animal domesticated by man, it
still displays several of its far off pre-
historic traits of wi!d life, and this is
one of them; rounding and worrying
sheep is another.
Jealousy over food or partial favor-
itism to others is rare among the cat
tribe, and their leisurely consumption
of food is another striking trait of
their ancient habit of solitary hunting.
The habit of domestic cats becoming
inveterate poachers is another evi-
dence of the "old Adam" still surviv-
Center of Feeling.
It Is when 'lie pocket Is touched
that tblugs begin to stir.
John Drew on Drawing Power.
A fellow actor was the subject of
discussion at the Players' club not
"He is perfectly devoted to that
blonde"—so Mr. John Drew was in-
formed. "His family thinks it is a
case of hypnotism."
"Seems more like chemical attrac-
tion," said the great actor, thought-
Norman Hapgood, the journalist and
essayist, was discussing American
newspapers. "It is not enough that
our papers shall tell the truth," ho
said. "Truth telling in itself is not
particularly wise nor praiseworthy.
Indeed, It is sometimes the reverse.
"Thus a young man called on a
young lady one spring morning very
early. He had his big automobile
along. He wanted lo give the young
lady a morning spin through the coun-
"A little girl, the young lady's niece,
answered the bell.
"'Is your auntie in?" said the young
"'Yes, Bir,' said ihe little girl,
"'That's good. Where Is Bho?' ho
"'She's upstairs.' said the little girl,
'in her nighty looking over the balus-
trade.' "—Short Stories.
Sarcasm, sarcaaum. sarkasom, sar-
chasm, earehailm, sarkaslm, sarka-
sani, ■archasum, sarkasum? Which
Is phonetic when you come to reflect
upon It?—Louisville Courier-Journal.
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