The Kiel Herald (Kiel, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 36, Ed. 1 Thursday, December 16, 1909 Page: 2 of 8
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daughter, Rosalind Hart ridge. She as I walked between her and Miss Pat,
has been away at school, and camel through a trellised lane that alter-
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MEREDITH NICHOLSON
Illustrations hy
If AY WALTERS
Copyright, iu: 7, hy JtobbK-lferrlll CompAujr
SYNOPSIS
Miss Patricia llolbrook ami Mis; Helen
llolbrook, In r nl -< « \v< r«* ent 1*11ht• ■«I t«.
lli/ ciir<' of Laurt ii< < i>onovaii. .1 writer.
Kiimincrlni? nenr Port Annandale. Miss
I'.itrhla confldcil t« 1 >< 111< i v ;i 11 that ! <•
fearfd her brother Ib-rny. who, mined l y
a hank failure, had emiHlantly t hr< <1
her for mont-y from his father's will,
which Miss Patricia wan uunrdlan. They
• uiiic to Port Annnndale to es« a| r llonry.
Donovan sympathized with the two
women. He learned <>f Miss Helen's an-
noying suitor. I onovan discovered and
captured an fntiud< i, i"- pio\ • i to be
Hetfinald Gillespie, suitor for tie- hand ot
Miss Helen llolbrook. <iillespie disap-
peared the following morning. A rounh
sailor appeared and was ordered away.
I'onovan saw Miss llolbrook and her fa-
ther meet on friendly terms. Donovan
fought an Italian assassin, lie met the
man he supposed was llolbrook, k*ut who
said he was Hart ridge, a canoe-maker.
CHAPTER V.—Continued.
He spoke the name carelessly, his
manner and tone implying that there
could he no debating the subject. I
was prepared for evasion, but not for
ihis cool denial of his identity.
"But this afternoon, Mr. Holbrook,
I chanced to follow the creek to this
point, and I saw—
"You probably saw that houseboat
down there, that is my shop. As I
tell you, 1 am a maker of canoes. They
have, I hope, some reputation—honest
hand-work; and my output is limited.
I shall be deeply chagrined if you
have never heard of the Hartridge
canoe."
Ho shook his head in mock grief
walked to a cabarette and took up a
pipe and filled it. He was carrying
off the situation well; but his cool
ness angered me.
"Mr. Hartridge, I am sorry that 1
must believe lhat heretofore you have
been known as Holbrook. The fact
was clenched for me this afternoon,
quite late, as I stood in the path be
low there. I heard quite distinctly a
young woman call you father."
"So? Then you're an eavesdropper
as well as a trespasser!"—and the
roan laughed.
"We will admit that I am both," 1
llared, angrily.
"You lire considerate, Mr. Dono
van!"
"The young woman who called you
father and whom you answered from
the deck of the houseboat is a person
i know."
"The devil!"
He calmly puffed his pipe, holding
tlie bowl in his lingers, his idle hand
thrust into his trousers pocket.
"It was Miss Helen Holbrook that
1 saw here, Mr. Hartridge."
He started, then recovered himself
and peered into the pipe bowl for a
second; then looked at me with an
amused smile on his face.
"You certainly have a wonderful im
agination. The person you saw, if you
saw any one on your visit to these
premises to-day, was my daughter,
Kosalind Hartridge, When do you
think you knew her, Mr. Donovan?"
1 saw her this morning at St
Agatha's school. 1 not only say her
but 1 tallied with her, and 1 am neith
er deaf nor blind."
He pursed his lips and studied me
with his head slightly tithed to one
side, in a cool fashion that 1 did not
like.
"Rather an odd place to have met
this Miss—what name, did, you say?
Miss Helen Holbrook; a closed
sehoolhouse, and that sort of tiling.''
"You may ease your mind on that
point; she was with your sister, her
aunt, Mr. Holbrook; and I want you
to understand that your following
Miss Patricia Holbrook here is in-
famous and that 1 have no other busi-
ness but to protect her from you."
He bent his eyes upon me gravely
and nodded several times.
"Mr. Donovan," he begin. "1 repeat
that 1 am not Henry Holbrook, and
my daughter—is my daughter, and not
your Miss Helen Holbrook. Moreover,
if you will go to Tippecanoe or to
Annandale and ask about me you will
learn that I have been a resident of
this community, working at my trade,
that of a canoe-maker That shop
down there by the creek and this
house, 1 built myself."
"Rut the girl—"
"Wu not Helen llolbrook, but uij
home only a week ago. You are clear-
ly mistaken; and if you will call, as
you undoubtedly will, on your Miss
Holbrook at St. Agatha's in the morn
ing, you will undoubtedly find your
young lady there quite safely in
charge of—what was the name. Miss
Patricia Holbrook?—in whose behalf
you take so praiseworthy an interest."
He was treating me quite as though
I were a stupid schoolboy, but 1 ral
lied sufficiently to demand;
'If you are so peaceable and only
boatmaker here, will you tell me
why you have enemies who are fo
anxious to kill you? 1 imagine that
murder isn't common on the quiet
shores of tills little creek, and that an
Italian sailor is not employed to kill
men who have not a past of some sort
behind them."
His brows knit and the jaw under
his short beard tightened. Then he
smiled and threw his pipe on the
cabarette.
"I have only your word for it that
there's an Italian in the wood-pile. 1
have friends among the country folk
here and in the lake villages who can
vouch for me. As I am not in the
least interested in your affairs I shall
not trouble you for your credentials;
but as the hour is late and I hope I
ave satisfied you that we have 110
acquaintances in common, I will bid
you good night. If you care for a boat
to carry you home—"
"Thank you, no!" I jerked.
lie bowed with slightly exaggerated
courtesy, walked to the door and
threw it open. He asked where 1 had
left my horse, wished me a pleasant
ride home, and I was striding up the
highway in no agreeable frame of
mllid before 1 quite realized that after
narrowly escaping death on his house-
boat at the hands of his enemies,
Henry llolbrook had not only stmt
me away as ignorant as 1 had come,
but had added considerably to my per-
plexities.
nated crimson ramblers and purple
clematis, to the chapel, Sister Marga-
ret's brown-robed figure preceding us.
The open sky, the fresh airs of morn-
ing, the bird-song and the smell of
verduous earth in themselves gave
Sabbath benediction. I challenged all
my senses as I heard Helen's deep
voice running on in light banter with
her aunt. It was not possible that 1
had seen her through the dusk only
the day before, traitorously meeting
her father, the foe of this dear old
lady who walked beside me. it was
an impossible thing; the thought was
unchivalrous and unworthy of any
man calling himself gentleman. No
one so wholly beautiful, no one with
and they never have any visitors. Th
daughter just come home the other
day, and we ain't hardly seen her y«C
She's been away at school."
"1 suppose Mr. Hartridge is absent
sometimes; he doesn't live down there
all the time, does he?"
"I can't say that I could prove it;
sometimes I don't see him for a
month or more; but his business is his
own. stranger," he concluded, point-
edly.
You think that if Mr. Hartridge
had a visitor you'd know it?" I per-
sisted, though the shopkeeper grew
less amiable.
GAVE UP
ALL HOPE
After Four Long Years of Suffer-
ing, Mrs. Dean of Benbrook
Was Finally Relieved by
Cardui.
Benbrook, Tex.—"1 feel like It is mr
duty to advise other women to take
Cardui, the woman's tonic," writes
"Well, now, I might; and again I | Mrs. L. C. Dean, of R. F. D. No 6,
Benbrook, Tex'.
"I suffered for four (4) long years
with female complaints. Such a mis-
erable person as I was! I had three
mightn't. Mr. Hartridge is a queer
man. 1 don't, see him every day, and
. particularly in the winter I don't keep
her voice, her steady tranquil eyes Qf Wm,
could, I argued, do ill. And vet had | WRh a ]mle load|ng the storekeeper | doctors, but they did me no good, and
seen and heard her; I might have | des(,rlbed 1Iartrldge for me, and his ! I gave up all hope of being relieved.
description tallied exactly with the
■ man who had caught me on the canoe-
She wore to-day a white and green I premIse8 lh(. n,gM before.
touched her as she crossed my path
and ran down to the houseboat!
gown and trailed a green parasol in
a white-gloved hand. Her small round -
CHAPTER VI.
A Sunday's Mixed Affairs.
The faithful Jjima opened the door
of Glenarm House, and alter I had
swallowed the supper be always had
ready for me when 1 kept late hours,
I established myself in comfort on the
terrace and studied the affairs of the
liat with its sharply upturned brim im-
parted a new frankness to her face, i
Several times she looked at me quick-
ly—she was almost my own height—
and there was no questioning the per-
fect honesty of her splendid evos.
"We hoped you might drop in yes-
terday afternoon," she said, and my
ears were at once alert.
"Yes," laughed .Miss Pat, "we
And yet, when I had thanked the
storekeeper and ridden on through the
At last, my doctors advised me to
take Cardui, the woman's tonic I
took four bottles and now I am well.
Cardui saved my life nnd I cannot say
enough for It. I have prescribed it
| village, 1 was as much befuddled as | with great success for young girls and
women with various forms of female
complaint
"Cardui is a real boon to suffering
women. I am thankful for the good it
lias done me and 1 know it will cure
others."
This remarkable letter from a lady
who lias actually tried Cardui, ought
surely to convince you of its genuine
I incongruous in the idea that a man
| who was, by all superficial signs, at
j least a gentleman, should be estab-
I lisiied in the business of making ca-
! noes by the side of a lonely creek in
i this odd corner of the world. From
.. i the storekeeper's account, Hartridge
j might be absent from his retreat for
" 7 , . , , , ! long periods; if lie were Henry IIol- I merit and induce you to give it a trial
We were playing eliess and a mos ; ))rook am) wjshed to annoy his sister, for your troubles.
came to blows, said Helen. \Ye it wag nQt go fa[. from this ioneiy purely vegetable, perfectly harm
played from tea to dinner, and Sis ei fTpek lo the Connecticut town where j ]ess non-intoxicating and free from
Margaret really had to come and teai Mjgs pa{ llved Again, as to the daugh- j au deleterious ingredients, Cardui 1s
us away from our game.
i had now learned, as though by her
i ter, just home from school and not J t^e ideal remedy for all weak, suffer-
, , , . : yet familiar to the eyes of the village,
own intention, that had been at Si. '
I Brought My Horse to a Walk as I
Neared the Cottage.
bouse of Holbrook until the robins
rang up the dawn. On their hint I
went to bed and slept until Ijima
came in at ten o'clock with my coffee.
An old hymn chimed by the chapel
bells reminded me that it was Sunday.
Services were held during the sum-
mer, so the house servants informed
me, for the benefit of the cottagers at
Port Annandale; and walking to our
pier I soon saw a flotilla of launches
and canoes steering for St. Agatha's.
I entered the school grounds by the
Glenarm gate and watched several
smart traps approach by tho lake
road, depositing other devout folk at
the chapel.
The sight of bright parasols and
modish gowns, the semi-urban Sunday
that had fallen in this quiet corner of
the world, as though out of the bright
blue above, made all the more unreal
my experiences of the night. And
just then the door of the main hall of
St. Agatha's opened and forth came
Miss Pat, Helen Holbrook and Sister
Margaret and walked toward the
chapel.
it was Helen who greeted me first.
"Aunt Pat can't withstand the temp-
tations of a day like this. We're
chagrined to think we never knew
this part of the world before!"
"I'm sure there is no danger," said
Miss Pat, smiling at her own timidity
as she gave me her hand. I thought
that she wished to speak to me alone,
but Helen lingered at her side, and
it was she who asked the question
that was on her aunt's lips.
"We are undiscovered? You have
heard nothing. Mr. Donovan?"
"Nothing, Miss Holbrook," 1 said;
and I turned away from Miss Pat—
whose eyes made lying difficult—to
Helen, who met my gaze with charm-
ing candor.
And 1 took account of Ihe irl anew /
Agatha's, playing a harmless game
with her aunt, at the very moment
that 1 had seen her at the canoe-
maker's. And even more conclusive was
tho fact that she had made this state-
ment before her aunt, and that Miss
Pat had acquiesced in it..
We had reached the church door,
and I had really intended entering
with them; but now I was in no frame
of mind for church; I murmured an ex-
cuse about having letters to write.
"But this afternoon we shall go for
a ride or a sail, which shall it be, Miss
Holbrook?" I said, turning to Miss
Pat in the church porch.
She exchanged glances with Helen
before replying.
"As you please, Mr. Donovan. It
might be that we should be safer on
the water—"
I was relieved. On the lake there
was much less chance of her being ob-
served by Henry Holbrook than in the
highways about Annandale. It was, to
be sure, a question whether the man I
had encountered at the canoe-maker's
was really her brother; that question
was still to be settled. The presence
of Gillespie I had forgotten utterly;
but he was, at any rate, the least Im-
portant figure in the little drama un-
folding before me.
"I shall come to your pier with the
launch at five o'clock," I said, and
with thanks murmuring in my ears
I turned away, went home and called
for my horse.
I repeated my journey of the night
before, making daylight acquaintance
with the highway. I brought my horse
to a walk as I neared the canoe-ma-
ker's cottage, and I read his sign and
the lettering on his mail box and sat-
isfied myself that the name Hartridge
was indisputably set forth on both.
There was no one in sight; perhaps
the adventure and warning of the
night had caused Holbrook to leave;
but at any rate I was bent upon ask-
ing about him in Tippecanoe village.
This place, lying two miles beyond
the canoe-maker's, I found to be a
sleepy hamlet of perhaps 50 cottages,
a country store, a post-office, and a
blacksmith shop. There was a water
trough in front of the store, and 1
dismounted to give my horse a drink
while 1 went to the cottage behind the
closed store to seek the shopkeeper.
1 found him in a garden'under an
apple tree reading a newspaper. He
was an old fellow in spectacles, and.
assuming that 1 was an idler from
the summer colony, he greeted m.
courteously. 1 questioned him as to
the character of the winters in this
region, spoke of the employments of
the village folk, then mentioned tlie
canoe-maker.
"Yes; he works the year round down
there on the Tippecanoe. He sells
his canoes all over the country—t h>
Hartridge, that's his name. You must
have seen his sign there by the ce iar
hedge. They say he gets big prices
for his canoes."
"I suppose he's a native in these
parts?" I ventured.
"No; but he's been here a good
while. I guess nobody knows where
he comes from- or cares. He works
pretty hard, but 1 guess he likes it."
"lie's an industrious man, is he?"
"Oh, lie's a steady worker; but lie's
a queer kind, too. Now, lie nevei
votes and he never goes to church;
and for the sake of the argument,
neither do 1"—and the old fellow
winked prodigiously. "He's a might}
odd man; but I can't say that that's
against him. But he's quiet and peace
able, and bow his daughter—"
"Oh, he has a daughter?'
Yes; and that s all he has, too;
Ing women, young and old.
she might easily enough be an inven- I You are urged to get a bottle at the
tion to hide the visits of Helen Hoi- j drug store and commence its use to-
brook. I found myself trying to ac- j (jay.
count for the fact that, by some means ; r„riJlll Ilome
short of the miraculous, Helen lipl- fOP women, i-nnxiHtn of Cnrdul (#i>.
brook had played chess with Miss Pat v Blnok-llrnuitlit
1 Velvn (SOo). for «lic liver, nnil Cnriln*
at St. Agatha's at the very hour I had
seen her with her father on the Tip-
pecanoe. And then 1 was baffled
again as 1 remembered that Paul Stod-
dard had sent the two women to St.
Agatha's, and that their destination
could not have been chosen by Helen
Holbrook.
My thoughts wandered into many-
blind alleys as I rode on. 1 was thor-
Antliriitlc tJtlle). Thexe remeillfH inn r
be tfilten Mlngly, by thenmelve . If <le-
Ntred, or three toKelher, ntt n complete
trentment for women'** IIIh. Write toi
l.ndlen' AilvlMory Dent., C'linttnnnoicn
Medicine Co.. ChnttnnooRn. Tenn.. for
Siiet'lnl InNtructlonN, unit 6-t-piilfp book,
"Home Treatment for Women,** neat la
piii I ti wrapper, oa re«iuent.
May Paste Million Posters.
Artists, billposters, printers, papei
uniiu aiie.vs ah i ruue uu, i vob uiui- j . .. .
oughly disgusted with myself at find- ! manufacturers and tuberculosis figh.
ing the loose ends of the Holbrooks' I ers are a11 "nitei1 1,1 a £iKuntlc crusad'
affairs multiplying so rapidly. The
sun of noon shone hot overhead, and I
turned my horse into a road that led
homeword by the eastern shore of the
lake. As I approached a little country ,
church at the crown of a long hill I i Wllboards and free printing ctf posters
saw a crowd gathered in the highway I nmde by the Associated Billposters
and reined my horse to see what had i ant' Distributors oi America and ih.
1 Poster Printers' Association, several
against tuberculosis which is about to
lie started under the direction of the
National Association for the Study
and Prevention of Tuberculosis. In
addition to the gifts of free space on
happened. The congregation of farmers
and their families had just been dis-
missed; and they were pressing about
hundred paper manufacturers have
given paper for the posters to th-
i young man who stood in the center | value of several thousand dollars, and
of an excited throng. Drawing closer,
1 was amazed to find my friend Gil-
lespie the center of attention.
"But, my dear sir," cried a tall,
bearded man whom I took to be the
minister of this wayside flock, "you
must at least give us the privilege of
thanking you! You cannot know what
this means to us, a gift so munificent
—so far beyond our dreams."
Whereat Gillespie looked bored
shook his head, and tried to force his
way through the encircling rustics. He
was clad in a Norfolk jacket and
knickerbockers of fantastic plaid, with
a cap to match.
artists from all over the United State<
are contributing sketches for posters
free of charge. The local, state and
national anti-tuberculosis association?
will see that the posters are placed
in cities and towns where they are
most needed.
The posters are nine feet long ami
seven feet wide and will be printed in
several colors. If sufficient paper is
procured a million will be pasted up.
The value of these various contribu
tions would reach fully $2,000,000 if
paid for at commercial rates.
All the Same to Her.
A young famer, noting my curiosity i „"1 mll"t warn y0"' deares<." he
and heavy with great news, whispered ' "^t after we are married you will
very likely find me inclined to be ar
bitrary and dictatorial in my manner '
"No matter," she replied, cheerfully,
"t won't pay the slightest attention tre
what you say."
whispe
to me:
"That boy in short pants put a 51,000
bill in the collection basket. All in
one bill! They thought it was a mis-
take, but he told our preacher it was
a free gift.'
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
MUST HAVE PLANNED AHEAD.
RESULTS OF FOOD
Health and Natural Conditions Coime
From Right Feeding.
Willie's Deep Reasoning Concerning j Man, physically, should be like a
Good Old Santa Claus. { perfectly regulated machine, each part
"Mamma, did Santa Claus get in
his sleigh oil Christmas eve and drive
around to all of the houses of the lit-
tle girls and boys?" asked Willie.
"Yes, dear," answered his mother.
An' did he stop at each chimney as
he went along, and did lie have just
the right tiling for everybody?"
"Why, of course, dearie."
"Well, mamma, he must have been
mighty quick to visit all the places
in one night."
"He is very quick, dear."
"1 don't believe he did it that way,"
said Willie, after a moment of deep
; bought.
"How do you think he did it?" asked
liis mother.
"Why, I think he planned ahead."
"What makes you think that, dear-
ie?"
" 'Cause—'cause he had all my pres-
ents put away In the closet under the
steps two days before Christmas."—
Harper's Weekly.
Prosaic.
"Well, 1 do think New York shoula
have been named Washington," said
A visitor. "Every time I look out of a
ligh window I see nothing but lines
tpon lines of washings hung between
irick walls or on roofs. In fact, I
hink of New York, as seen from th«
skyscrapers, as consisting of windows
and washings, isn't it so?"
working easily in its appropriate place
A slight derangement causes undue
friction and wear, and frequently ruinv
the entire system.
A well-known educator of Boston
found a way to keep the brain and the
body In that harmonious co-operation
which makes a joy of living.
"Two years ago," she writes, "being
in a condition of nervous exhaustion, I
resigned my position as teacher, which
I had held over 40 years. Since then
the entire rest has, of course, been a
benefit, but tho use of Grape-Nuts has
removed one great cause of illness in
the past, namely, constipation, and its
attendant evils.
"I generally make my entire break
fast on a raw egg beaten into four
spoonfuls of Grape-Nuts, with a little
hot milk or hot water added. I like
it extremely, my food assimilates, and
my bowels take care of themselves. I
find my brain power and physical con
dition much greater and I know that
the use of the Grape-Nuts has contrib-
uted largely to this result.
"It is with feelings of gratitude that
I write this testimonial, and t*-ust R
may bo the means of aiding others tu
their search for health."
Look In pkgs. for the little book,"The
Road to Wellville." "There's a Reason."
liver rend the nbove letterf A nnt'
our npposir* from time to flnir. The*
nre K'nulur, true, nod full of
interest*
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