The Hennessey Clipper. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 17, No. 41, Ed. 1 Thursday, March 7, 1907 Page: 2 of 8
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O. H. Miller, Publisher.
Mrs. Sage is demonstrating that tne
money was left in fairly good hands.
In northern Siberia a peculiar toad-
stool, deadly to any other people, is
Heard* are liable to taxation in softie
Japanese villages. The origin of this
curious custom is unknown.
Sola deriTed bis namo ffom Zolli,
which means a clod of earth, and he
was proud of this derivation.
To be happy you must measure your
desires with your fortune and not your
fortune with your desires.
There is a woman in Portland, Ore.,
who is nearing her 120th birthday. Her
mot to has always been Don't worry."
The phrase, "Art for art's sake,"
does not mean that we should present
the naked truth on all occasions.
By DAVID GRAHAM PHILLIPS, Author of "THECOSTMc
sse& sosas-rrrperf, mr&*xvy-j
Japan was not only surprised, but
pained when news from Tokio that
it was going to light us was cabled
The Interstate commerce commis-
sion appears to be passing out a whole
lemon grove to the Standard Oil com-
A Kentuckian with the extraordinary
name of Offa Stump has been appoint-
ed postmaster of Pikeville, Pike
a French scientist has discovered
that Insects have no minds. What's
the matter with the insects? Do they
Nebraska has an excitement about a
"girl witch" was casts spells over
young men. Great Scott! Is this Ne-
braska's first experience?
Count IJoni de Castellane is going to
take an appeal. As he can not get any-
thing else he should not be grudged
this little satisfaction.
A California paper speaks of an ex-
hibition of "wheeze-wagons and cough-
carts." Probably they were sent there
on account of the climate.
Sir Alfred Mosely, after looking
America over during a short stay, says
its people are extravagant. Hut he is
not telling us anything new.
An Ohio man his been sent to pris-
on for six years because he has 13
wives. He ought to have known enough
to stop when he had a dozen.
Defective eyesight, declares an au-
thority, is often caused by the wearing
of tight collars, which interfere with
the circulation of blood to the head.
(Chicago claims to have an automatic
kicking machine. Probably, remarks
the Cleveland Leader, it has captured
a New Yorker on a trip away from
Haron Kaueko says that Hushido,
Japan's moral system, insists that not
a linger shall be raised against a ben-
efactor. If Hushido is on our side we
A private Japanese company is ar-
ranging for the establishment of a
Japanese colony in Alberta, Northwest
Territory. It will be the first Asiatic
colony in western Canada.
if yon get a wrong ste< r from a man
man who is talking to you over the
telephone through his diaphragm you
will know that it is a mistake of the
heart and not <>f the head.
A woman educator now visiting St.
Louis says that Americans lack thor-
oughness. They are a little rapid in
arriving at conclusions, but the pace
seems to answer their purposes.
h'nrico C. Creel, the new ambassador
to Washington from the republic of
Mjxlco, is the second richest man in
Chjhauhau, the richest being his fath-
er-in-law, Gen. Luis Terrazas. He be-
gan life a poor man.
The village inn at Addington. Eng-
land, has been tenonted by the mem-
bers of one family since the reign
of Henry VII The Jolly Miller's inn
at Newham, Cambridgeshire, has been,
kept by a family of the name of Musk
for the last 4U0 years.
II II. Kosseau. recently appointed
head of the bureau of yards and
docks of the navy department, is the
youngest man ever called upon to fill
this responsible oflice. He is only
yeais and ranks as a rear admiral.
.His rise In the engineering world has
Sarah Hernhardt is determined to
be decorated with the cross of the Le-
gion of Honor as an actress or not at
all. She made this plain to M. Hrl-
and, tho French minister of public In
struction, recently, when he informed
her that she had been refused thi
decoration once more.
Another inn where Washington
stopped has passed out of existence,
but there are still many more taverns
where the Father of His Country once
sojourned. Like the specters in "Mac -
beth," tlie> win evidently stretch out
to the crack o' doom.
France has the largest development
of canal building of any country In
the world, the total length of her In-
land waterways being 7,459 miles, as
against G.2M for Germany, for
tho United Kingdom and 1,1'12 for
"If anything disagreeable should be |
said or done this evening here," she j
said, "I want you to promise me that j
you'll restrain yourself, and not say or
do any of those things that make me j
1—that jar on me. You understand?" j
• I am always myself," replied I. "1 <
can't be anybody else."
"Hut you arc—several different |
kinds of self," she insisted. "And |
please—this evening don't be that
kind. It's coming into your eyes and i
I had lifted my head and looked I
round, probably much like the leader
of a horned herd at the scent of dan- .
' Is this better?" said I. trying to
look the thoughts 1 had no difficulty
in getting to the fore whenever my
e\es were on her.
Her smile rewarded me. Hut it dis j
appeared, gave place to a look of ner-
vous alarm, of terror even, at the j
rustling, or, rather, bustling, of skirts 1
in the hall—there was war in the very j
sound, and I felt it. Mrs. Ellersly ap-
peared, bearing her husband as a de- j
jected trailer invisibly but firmly
coupled. She acknowledged my salu-
tation with a stiff necked nod, ignored
my extended hand. I saw that she |
wished to impress upon me that she i
was a very grand lady indeed; but. j
while my ideas of what constitutes a |
lady were at that time somewhat be- j
fogged by my snobbishness, she failed
dismally. She looked just what she
was—a mean, bad-tempered woman,
in a towering rage.
"You have forced me, Mr. Black-
lock," said she, and then I knew for
just what purpose that voice of hers
was best adapted—"to say to you
what I should have preferred to write.
Mr. Ellersly has had brought to his
ears matters in connection with your
private life that make it imperative
that you discontinue your calls here."
"My private life, ma'am?" 1 repeat-
ed. "I was not aware that I had a
"Anita, leave us alone with Mr.
Hlacklock," commanded her mother.
The girl hesitated, bent her head,
and with a cowed look went slowly to-
ward the door. There she paused,
and, with what seemed a great effort,
lifted her head and gazed at me. How
I ever came rightly to interpret her
look I don't know, but I said: "Miss
Ellerlsly. I've the right to insist that
you stay." I saw she was going to
obey me, and before Mrs. Ellersly
could repeat her order 1 said: "Now,
madam, if any one accuses me of hav-
ing done anything that would cause
you to exclude a man from your
house, 1 am ready for the liar and his
As I spoke 1 was searching the
weak, bad old face of her husband for
an explanation. Their pretense of out-
raged morality I rejected at once—it
was absurd. Neither up town nor
down, nor anywhere else, had I done
anything that any one could regard as
a breach of the code of a man of the j
world. Then, reasoned I. they must
have found some one else to help j
them out of their financial troubles— i
some one whd, perhaps, has made thi*
insult to me the price, or part of the
price, of his generosity. Who? Who
hates nie? In instant answer, up be-
fore my mind Hashed a picture of
Tom Langdon and Sam Ellersly arm
in arm entering Lewis' office. Torn
Langdon wishes to marry her: and
her parents wish it. too; he is the
man she was confessing to me about
—these were my swift conclusions.
"We do not care to discuss the mat-
ter, sir, Mrs. Ellersly was replying,
her tone Indicating that it was not tit
to discuss. And this was the woman
I had hardly been able to treat civilly,
so nauseating were her fawnings and
"So!" I said, ignoring her and open-
ing my batteries full upon the old
man. "You are taking order* from
Mowbray Langdon. Why?"
As 1 spoke, I was conscious that
there had been some change in Anita
I looked at her. With startled eyes
and lips apart, she was advancing to-
"Anita, leave the room!" cried Mrs.
Ellersly harshly, panic under the com-
mand In her tones.
I felt rather than saw my advan
.age, and pressed it
"You see what they are doing. Miss
Ellersly." said I
She passed her hand over her eyes,
let her face appear again. In It there
was an energy of repulsion that ought
to have seemed exaggerated to me
then, knowing really nothing ot the
true situation. I understand now!
said she. "Oh it is- loathsome!
\nd her eyes blazed upon her mother.
Loathsome,' I echoed, dashing at
my opportunity If you are not mere-
ly a chattel and a decoy, if there Is
any womanhood, any self-respect in
you, you will keep faith with me
Anita' cried Mrs. Ellersly. "Go
f< your room!'
1 had, once? or twice before, heard
a tone as repulsive -a female dive-
keeper hectoring her wretclid white
slaves. 1 looked at \nita. I export'
ed to see her erect, defiant. Instead,
she was again wearing that cowed
"Don't judge me too harshly," she
said pleadingly to me. "I know what
is right and decent—God planted that
too deep in me for them to be able to
uproot it. Hut—oh, they have broken
my will! They have broken my will!
They have made me a coward, a
thing!" And she hid her face in her
hands and sobbed.
Mrs. Ellersly was about to speak. 1
could not offer better proof of my own
strength of will than the fact that I,
with a look and a gesture, put her
down. Then I said to the girl:
"Yon must choose now! Woman or
thing—which shall it be? If it. is
woman, then you have me behind you
and in front of you and around you.
If it is thing—God have mercy on
you! Your self-respect, your prkle
are gone—for ever. You will be lute
the carpet under his feet to the man
whose creature you become."
She came and stood by me, with
her back to them.
"If you will take me with you now,"
she said, "I will go. If I delay, I am
lost. I shall not have the courage.
And 1 am sick, sick to death of this
life here, of this hideous wait for the
' 1 think I roust bo out of my ml*d."
Mid Anita. "But, if 'you try to keep
me hero. I shall tell him all—all."
Her voice suggested that she was
about to go into hysterics. I'gently
urged her forward. There was some
sort of woman's wrap In the hall. 1
put It around her. Before she—or I
—realized It, she was in my waiting
"Up town," I said to my man.
She tried to get out.
Oh, what have 1 done! What am I
doing!" she cried, her courage oozing
away. "Let me out—please!"
"You are going with me," said I, en-
tering and closing tho door. I saw
the door of the Ellersly mansion open-
ing, saw old Ellersly, bareheaded and
distracted, scuttling down the steps.
"Go ahead—fast!" 1 called to my
And the electric was rushing up
the avenue, with tho bell ringing >r
crossings incessantly. She huddled
away from me into the corner of the
seat, sobbing hysterically. I knew
that to touch her would be fatal—or
to speak. So I waited.
As we neared the upper end of the
park. I told my chauffeur, through the
tube, to enter and go slowly. When-
ever a lamp flashed in at us, I had a
glimpse of her progress toward com-
posure—now she was drying her eyes
with the bit of lace she called a hand-
kerchief; now her bare arms were up
and with graceful fingers she was ar-
ranging her hair; now she was
straight and still, and soft, fluffy ma-
terial with which her wrap was edged
drawn close about her throat. I
shifted to theopposite seat, for my
nerves warned me that I could not
long control myself, if I stayed on
w here' her garments were touching
I looked away from her for the
pleasure of looking at her again, of
realizing that my overwrought senses
were not cheating me. Yes, there she
was, in all the luster of that magnetic
beauty 1 can not think of even now
I GENTLY I "KG ED HER FORWARD."
lie.- voice gained strength and her
manner courage as she spoke; at the
end she was meeting her mother's
gaze without flinching. My cyea had
followed hers, and my look was taking
in both her mother and her father. I
had lc.ng since measured them, yet 1
could scarcely credit the confirmation
of my judgment. Had life been smooth
and comfortable for that old couple,
as it was for most of their acquaint-
ances and friends, they would have
lived and died regarding themselves,
and regarded, as well-bred, kindly peo-
ple, of the finest instincts and tastes.
Hut calamity was putting to the test
the system on which they had molded
their apparently elegant, graceful
lives. The storm had ripped oft the
attractive covering; the framework,
the reality of that system, was re-
vealed, naked and frightful.
Anita, go to your room!" almost
screamed the old woman, her fury
tearing away the last shreds of her
cloak of manners.
"Your daughter is of age, madam,"
said I. "She will go where she
pleases. And I warn you that you are
deceived by the- Langdons. 1 am not
powerless, and"—here I let her have
a full look into my red-hot furnaces
of wrath—"I stop at nothing In pursu-
ing those who oppose me—at noth-
Anita, staring at her mothers aw-
ful face, was shrinking and trembling
as if before the wicked, pale-yellow
eyes and quivering, outstretched ten-
tacles of a devil fish. Clinging to my
arm. sho let me guide her to the door.
Her mother recovered speech.
Anita!" she cried. "What are you
dolnir' Are you mad?''
without an upblazing of the fire which
is to the heart what the sun is to a
blind man dreaming of sight. There
she was on my side of the chasm that
had separated tjs—alone with mcT
mine—mine! And my heart dilated
with pride. Hut a moment later came
a sense of humility. Her beauty in-
toxicated me. but her youth, her fine-
ness, so fragile for such rough hands
as mine, awed and humbled me.
"I must be very gentle," said I to
myself. "I have promised that she
shall never regret. God help me to
keep my promise! Shu is mine, but
only to preserve and protect."
And that idea of responsibility in
possession was new to me—was to
have far-reaching consequences. Now
that I think of it, I believe it changed
the whole course of my life.
She was leaning forward, her elbow
on the casement of the open window
of the brougham,, her cheek against
her hand; the moonlight was glisten-
ing on her round, firm forearm and on
her serious face. "How far, far away
from—everything it seems here!" she
said, her voice tuned to that soft, clear
light, "and how beautiful it is!" Then,
addressing the moon and the shadows
of tho trees rather than me: "I wish
1 could go on and on—and never re-
turn to the world."
I wish we could," said I.
My tone was low, but she started,
drew back into tho brougham, be-
came an outline in the deep shadow.
In another mood that might have an-
gered me. .lust then it hurt me so
deeply that to remember it to-day is
to feel a faint ache in the scar of the
long-liealed wound. My face was not
hidden as was hers; so, perliAys,
•aw. At any rale, her vole* tried t
be friendly as she Bald: "Well—I
have crossed the Rubicon. And I don't
regret. It was siliy of me to cry. i
thought 1 had been through so much
that I was beyond such weakness. But
you will find me calm from now on
"Not too reasonable, please," said
I, with an attempt at her lightness.
"A reasonable woman is as trying as j
an unreasonable man."
"But we are going to be sensible
with each other," she urged, "like iwo
friends. Aren't we?"
"We are going to be what we are f
going to be," said I. "We'll have to j
take life as It comes."
That clumsy reminder set her to |
thinking, stirred her vague uneasiness
in those strange circumstances to ac-
tive alarm. For presently she said,
In a tone that was not so matter-of-
course as she had tried to make it:
"We'll go now to my Uncle Frank's.
He's a brother of my father's. I al-
ways used to like him best—and still
do. But he married a woman mamma
thought—queer. They hadn't ■much,
so he lives away up on the West Side
—One Hundred and Twenty-seventh
"The wise plan, the only wise plan,"
said I, not so calm as she must have
thought mo, "is to go to my partner's
house and send for a minister."
"Not to-night," she replied nervous-
ly. "Take me to Uncle Frank's, and
to-morrow we can discuss what to do
and how to do it."
"To-night," I persisted. "We must
be married to-night. No more uncer-
tainty and indecision and weakness.
Let us begin bravely, Anita."
"To-morrow," Bhe said. "But not to-
night. 1 must think it over."
"To-night," I repeated. To-morrow
will be full of Its own problems. Tills
She shook her head, and I saw that
the struggle between us had begun—
the struggle against her timidity and
conventionality. "No. not to-night."
This In her tone for Huality.
To argue with any woman in such
circumstances would be dangerous; to
argue with her would have been fatal.
To reason with a woman is to flatter
her into suspecting you of weakness
and herself of strength. I told the
chauffeur to turn about and go slowly
up town. She settled back into her
corner of the brougham. Neither of
us spoke until wo were passing
Grant's tomb. Then she started out
of her secure confidence in my obed-
ience, and exclaimed: "This Is not
the way!" And her voice had in it
the hasty call-to-arms.
"No," 1 replied, determined to push
the panic into a rout. "As I told you,
our future shall be settled to-night."
That in my tone for finality.
A pause, then: "It has been set-
tled," she said, like a child that feels,
yet denies, its impotence as it strug-
gles In the compelling arms of its
father. "I thought until a few min-
utes ago that I really Intended to
marry you. Now I see that I didn't."
"Another reason why we're not going
to your uncle's," said I.
Silo leaned forward so' that I could
see her face. "I can not marry you,"
she said. "I feel humble toward you,
for having misled you. But it is bet-
ter that you—and I—should have
found out now than too late.'
"It is too late—loo late to go back."
"Would you wish to marry a woman
who does not love you, who loves
some one else, and who fells you so
and refuses to marry you?" She had
tried to concentrate enough scorn into
her voice to hide her fear.
"I would," said I. "And 1 shall. I'll
not desert you, Anita, when your cour-
age and strength shall fail. 1 will
carry you on to safety."
"I tell you I can not marry you,"
she cried, between appeal and com-
mand. "There are reasons—I may
not tell you. But if I might, you
would—would lake me to my uncle's.
! can not marry you!"
"That is what conventionality bids
you say now," 1 replied. And then I
gathered myself together and In a
ton* that made me hate myself es I
heard it, I added slowly, each word
sharp and distinct: "Hut what will
conventionality bid you say to-morrow
morning, as we drive down crowded
Fifth avenue, after a night in this
I could not see her, for she fell back
Into the darkness as sharply as if I
had struck her with all m\ force full
In the face. But I could feel the ef-
fect ot my words upon her.
Full fifteen minutes of that fright-
ful silence before she said: "I will
go where you wish." And she said it
in a tone that makes me wince as I
I called my partner's address up
through the tube.. Again that fright-
ful silence, then she was trying to
choke back the sobs. A few words 1
caught: "They have broken my will
—they have broken tny will."
My partner lived In a big, gray-
stone house that stood apart and com-
manded a noble view of the Hudson
and the Palisades. It was, in the
main, a reproduction of a French cha
teau, and such changes as the archi-
tect had made in his model were not
positively disfiguring, though amus-
(To he Continued.)
Rtad th Experience of a MIimmwIs
Woman and Take Heart.
If your back aches, and yoa feel
sick, languid, weak and miserable day
_ after day — doa't
worry. Doan's Ktd-
HD0 ney Pills have cored
Pfy thousands of vomca
j in the same conditio*.
Mrs. A. lleinna of
MVreJMflM siillv. Minn.,
(VBjis&mWtfi . "But for ll jan't
Kidney Pills I would
not be living now.
They cured nie la,
ylWWli 1S99 and I've be*-a
well since. I used to have such paii
In my back that once I fainted. Tfte
kidney secretions were much disor-
dered, and I was so far gone tilt f
was thought to be at death's door
Since Doau's Kidney Pills cured me f
feel as if I had been pulled back fr.-j
| Sold by all dealers. 50 cents a box.
Foster-Mllburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
! Judge Rentoul's reference ft® tie
I bench to the Times as tho "Thunder
' er" reminds us how remarkably this
j nickname has persisted. Tho Xlor*
I ing Post is no longer "Jennies; ' the
I Standard has not been "Mrs. (Ixsis
since the decease of tho Morning Her-
ald—the "Mrs. Harris" to whosa It
would allude as an independent au-
thority, and the two represented tb«
same proprietor. But the Times ! aiiU"
tho "Thunderer." It owes that uina,
to Captain Edward Sterling, wit-s U
said to have begun a Times a-ticl,
with the words: "We thundered fortt
I the other day an article on the subject
of social and political reform."—Um
Clover A C.rass Scads.
Everybody loves lots and lots of Clo*«
Grasses for hogs, cows, sheep and «mw.
"Does he really think it's bad luck
to meet a cross-eyed person? How
"Well, there's some excuse for him.
The last crosseyed person iie saw
was running an automobile, and he
got in the road of it."
Consumption of Water.
Where London consumes HO.OOO.OOO
gallons of water n day, New York
consumes 500,000,000. Whore London
has un area of IIS square miles, Now
York has 3; 0.
c are known as the largest grower
Grasses, Clovers, Oats, llaney. t orn, Po-
tatoes and Farm Seeds in America.
ate over 5,000 acres.
Our mammoth 148-pnge catalog n rxajlr*}
free to all intending buyers; or send
8C IN STAMPS
and receive sample of "perfect balanae ra-
tion grass seed." together with ImnM t
Plants, Clover, etc., etc., and big P'au#
und Seed Catalog free.
John A. Salzer Seed Co., Box ft'. La
one WAY OUT OF DIFFICULTY.
Match Twins with Twins, Wat the
Fond Mother's Idea.
A little woman entered a drug store
and asked the proprietor If he bad"*a
j "What kind of a picture do rem
mean?" the druggist asked.
I "One like this," said <the wom*a.
holding up an attractive advertlstns
| "I may have one or two of Us««
left," the proprietor said, "bol I
haven't many of them."
I The woman said she only wnoted
one, and her tone Indicated that stie
j was anxious for that one. She in-
plained that the one she had wltk her
had been given to one of her chlMre*.
, Another child, she stated, was sick,
and was crying for a picture suc& u
I his brother had.
] "That's a bad way to bring up your
. children," ventured a woman custom**
In the store. "Do you try to giws •
child everything he cries for jurt be-
| cause his brother is more fortunate?"
"But," said the mother of the ctiK
1 dron, "you don't know. The chlldbrei
are twins and what one has tho other
I "Suppose," objected the rcoriilst.
| "when your children get older, they
fall In love with tho name girl, what
i will they do?"
■ But the mother was ready. 8fca
I "Find twins and fall la love wj£k
DREADED TO EAT.
A Quaker Couple's Experience.
How many persons dread to eat th**r
meals, although actually hungry near-
j ly all the time!
Nature never intended tl>is nb.tulJ
be so, for wo are given a thing callv*'
appetite that should guide ui u ti
what tho system needs at any tiicf
| and can digest.
| But we get In a hurry swallow oaf
: food very much as we shovel coal iau
j the furnace, and our senr.e of appetit*
i becomes unnatural and iiorverted.
Then we eat the wrong kind of fu>o*
i or eat too much, and there you are—
i indigestion and Its accompanying
! A Phlla. lady said, the other day:
' "My husband and I luive been tdek
! and nervous for 15 or 20 years tmm
j drinking coffee—feverish, indigestioiy
totally unfit, a good part of tlie tim ,
for work or pleasure. Wo act!?a>lj
dreaded to eat our meals.
"Wo tried doctors and patent medi-
cines that counted up Into hundreds ol
dollars, with little If any benefit.
"Accldentlly, a small package of
Postum came into my hands. I iruvta
some according to directions, with
prising results. Wo both likod it
have not used any coffee since.
"Tho dull feeling after meals hat
left us and we feel better every way.
We aro so well satis fied with Postow
that wo recommend it to our frlradi
who have been made sick and nermtut
and miserable by coffee." Name give*,
by Postum Co., Battle Creek, Mi eh.
Read the little hook, "The Road Ut
Wellvllle," la pkgs. "Thera'a a lie*
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