The Hennessey Clipper. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 18, No. 5, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 27, 1907 Page: 2 of 8
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HENNESSEY CLIPPER.
C. H. Miller, Prblisher.
HENNESSEY,
OKLAHOMA.
Now the green hug has begun to
oai the young corn in Kansas. His
hugship has the aj petit? of a hired
u an.
Leather frcm old t?hoefe is now
ground up ar£ mixed with a rub be
solution ?.nd made into a rubber sub
utitute.
.Nikola Tesla eays lie can invent any
thing he wants to. Then let him get
busy on an automobile that will ton
suine its own smell.
It If always well to look on the
bright bide of things. The late spring
has delayed the opening oI the fool
who rocks the-i oat aeon.
A San Francisco woman dropped
dead while giving her husband a cur-
tain lecture. Cut this out and take it
borne with you tonight.
A London authority states the Eng
lish girls "wink the left eye." That
confutes the common impression that
they wink the right ear.
Among the humors of the season is
the report that Pittsburg is shocked
at unclad figures in a picture in tho
Carnegie institute art rooms.
A college of foreign languages has
been opened in Canton. China, the
port from which most emigrants sail
to distant parts of the globe.
"Do something different every day."
advises a contemporary. At any rate,
that is better than advising people to
do somebody different every day.
However, dementia baseballitis is a
much saner disease to have than brain
storm or some of those others that
only millionaires who hire strong ex-
pert? can afford.
"Can a newspaper paragrapher
enter heaven?" asks the Atlanta
Georgian. Can't answer, says the
Houston Post, but it is pretty certain
that the other place can't risk him.
New York city boasts the largest
and finest public school building
in the world. It is of fireproof con-
struction throughout and cost $2,000.-
000. It has accommodations for 4,000
pupils.
Francisco Jose, who was born in
17£8, is still alive and at work, and a
good shot with the rifle, at Oporto.
Portugal. He served in the Portu-
guese army, which in 1S10 opposed
the Invasion of the French under Na-
poleon I.
Authorities on the subject have esti-
mated that only about 100.000 surviv-
ors of the civil war have not been
pensioned. Of the men who actually
served in that struggle it is estimated
that 782.000 are living to-day. and that
out of this number 675,000 ate on the
tension roll.
Brymnim HEW VBSFY
(ctJtYia&rr.iooe Ac D APPu?7aN<semat/nn
hands 'clasped, her eyes sparkling.
-She leaned demurely toward me; her
bright eyes mocked me.
"The name of the other maiden was
Vice," she cried in a hollow, lugubri-
:>u voice. "My dear gentleman, you
are too delicious. Mon Dieu, I should
he fuiious with you! You are telling
tuc quite brutally that your cold Eng-
lishwoman—she is Virtue; and I, the
very wicked one—I am naughty Vice."
\nd again sh* laughed deliciously.
"Pardon me, it is you who are ajs
plying the moral," I protested awk
wardly.
"Perhaps." she said, heavily, scarce*
ly'llsUixlngr.
Then suddenly an expression, quite
rmvclless, distorted her features. Her
pupils dilated in her fierce excitement.
She studied my face critically, coldly
deliberate. There was something por-
tentous, almost ominous, in this cool
stare. It disconcerted me; it made
me already regret my proffer of friend-
ship, She smiled; but the smile was
Medusa-like.
"Yes, 1 believe it. Fate has sent
you to me. And you—are you willing
*o follow where Fate leads?"
"Why not?" I demanded with more
i heodore X. Vail, who has been
elected president of the American Tel
ephone & Telegraph company of Bos
ten at a salary of $100,000. has risen
to his present position from a farmer
boy. He was born in New Jersey 62
years ago. and in his youth worked on
a farm in Iowa.
| ^"dge John V right, of Tennes
sec now an attorney in the general
land office at Washington, who will
be 80 years old in June, has been con
nected with public life for a greater
period than any other living Ameri-
can. He is still as vigorous as a man
of 60 and keeps up with the things
of to-day wj^out forgetting what has
parsed and gone.
i Prof Todd "is going to the Andes to
look at Mars from a high elevation to
nee for himself whether it is inhabited.
Suppose it is and a scientist on Mars
is trying to communicate with us.
What complications will arise if in
Mars the people shake their heads
when they mean yes and nod vigor
cusly for no! Then there would be no
common starting point for the scien-
tists of the two planets. .. m, %
We sometimes see in the city papers
much fun poked at the country press
ft r its insignificant personal items.
"How is this from the New York Trib-
une?" asks the Ohio State Journal:
"August Belmont will dance to-night
at the Belmont clubhouse." This
beats that local item in a rural con-
temporary: "Last night, Billy Jones,
dressed up in his Sunday clothes, was
going somewhere—where?"
CHAPTER VII.—Continued.
So far as it lav in my i>ower, 1
would perform my self-imposed task
in a direct and businesslike method.
As to this method, a dozen extrava-
gant courses of action occurred to me
at once. Of the dozen I selected two
as possible.
"Every Kuglish gentleman comes of
race of warriors," the mysterious
woman of the reading room had said
to me last night. Miss Brett, being an
Englishwoman, had the blood of sol
diers in her veins. The physical cour-
age of the battlefield, then, must ap-
peal to her. if. for instance, 1 should
enlist in the Foreign Legion, there
was the legion of Honor to bo won
The little ribbon would tell its elo-
quent story.
But Willoughbv'.i life had been lost
amid the dread silence of I he white
snows. I looked long and earnestly
where the sun touched the mountain-
top with a rosy light out of the morn-
ing mists. The mountains seemed "to
beckon, lo wait for me.
I had shuddered—I still shuddered,
as I thought of their awful gloom and
loneliness. And yet they seemed to
beckon—to wait for me. I had been
helpless and weak. They had con-
quered nie. Well, 1 must return to
conquer them. Their very immensity
need not appal me. Man's glory is to
subdue the vast forces of nature—to
make them his own.
1 thought of the Hospice of St.
Bernard. There for centuries men
had even laid down their lives to save
the perishing. Well, why should 1 not
be one of the little band for the time
being? Why should I not become a
novitiate in the order? A few months
of arduous training, and I should be
ready for the battle.
If 1 wont to the monastery and told
the good father superior of the sacred
vow I had made, would he laugh at
me for a madman, or would he under-
stand and help me to fulfill It?
I began the day. therefore, vaguely
hopeful. I no longer permitted my-
self to be troubled at the whispers of
servants and guests. I even courted
the society of my fellowmen. I paid
nfk' two francs admission to the kur-
saal. and listened with real enjoyment
to its excellent orchestra.
My coat was lightly brushed.
There was a faint but exquisite per-
fume. I glanced, as did a dozen
others, at the woman who was pass-
ing. «
The small, but superbly poised fig-
ure. gowned with a marvelous sim-
plicity. paused by my side a fraction
of a second. It was my acquaintance
of the reading room again, and she
had murmured a good morning. A
dozen had noted the greeting and en-
vied me.
I did not return it. She continued
her way daintily, punishing me for my
rudeness by smiling across at me
mockingly as she seated herself at
my right. There was something of a
childish, almost fairy malice in the
jllysjve smile.
The Intermission came. All the
world pushed back Hheir chairs., and
made their way through glazed doors
at the rear, whence an electric bell
rang persistently. The motley crowd
of officers, tourists, and such of the
society of Lucerne as was at the
kursaal passed through the glazed
doors to play the petits chevaux—a
rather harmless form of dissipation,
a gambling toy that permits one to
lose at the most a five-franc piece.
mum. on the field. This time we shall
certainly win."
Three times in sur*esion we won
"Then if it is applied not correctly
let us have the true application," she j curiosity than sincerity, I confess,
be seech ed. ' "Ah, you are courageous enough for
"That must follow the explanation j that? Monsieur, you area bold man."
of your extraordinary interest in me." j "Surely not so bold as you, madam,
"Hum!" She leaned back critical asking courage of a man who has
now at even odds, now with the odds I Iv- "Shall 1 say it is because you are ' disgraced for cowardice." It was
In our favor. Hut hriiIii the electric handsome?" difficult to keep tbe sneer out of my
t>ell rang. She shrugged her shoul- | "Not if you are honest," 1 chuckled.
"Or good?"
"Why not say brave?" I demanded.
bitterly.
"Or that you remind me of a dear
friend?"
"Say of your late lamented grand-
mother."
"Or," she flashed, "that it is be-
cause you can be of use to me?"
ders, and made a moue of regret.
"Alas! At the hour of our triumph
the voice of art clamors."
We returned to the concert room.
"Is it not strange," she murmured
after a pause in the music, "that one
longs so much for what is just beyond
one's reach, while other fruit, as
sweet, may be plucked for the ask-
ing?"
voice.
"i know to whom 1 speak, my dear
monsieur. The task 1 would set you
demands not the brute courage of the
fool, but the devotion of a crusader.
It is a sacred cause; its servants are
not easily found."
"I am flattered that 1 fulfill the re-
i quirements so admirably," I returned
i cynically. "But you will find it difficult
The boldness of the metaphor
startled and repelled me.
"You speak in* riddles, madam." I
said, coldly. Frankly. I had not placed
her exactly as that sort of a woman.
"Kiddles?" She lifted her eye-
brows, hesitating. "1 mean. Mr. Mad-
don, that I should be so glad if we
might be friends."
I was unconvinced. "You are too
generous." I said, ironically. "Does
your interest in mankind embrace all
the world?"
"Rut you have been unfortunate,"
she said, softly. "Are you angry that
I should be sorry for you?"
"1 am perplexed, at least."
"If you are only perplexed, 1 shall
"Ah, that is better!" I assented, j to convince me that my extraordinary
shortly. "I am to be of use to you. j co,,iage and devotion to a good cause
then—and how?" make my services invaluable. Why
"Gently, monsieur! First of all. I should you choose me from a score of
are we to be friends?" j men to help you?"
"And again gently," I returned with I '^ou are right. Above all things
caution. "Your name, if you are seri j we must be frank with each other,
ous." You are at the Schweitzerbof?. Au
A rosy-faced page pushed his way } revoir, you will bear from me soon."
toward us, salver in hand. It was at ; I bowed over the hand she held lan-
our table he paused. On the salver ; g'lidly toward ine. I was embarked
my companion
was a telegram.
"For me?" cried
eagerly.
The boy nodded, but before he
could hand the telegram to her, I had
seized it myself. 1 made a gesture,
signifying that I asked her consent
to read the name addressed on tbe en
on an adventure,
lead me?
Where would it
CHAPTER VIII.
V
Dead!
not despair." She smiled at me gayly 1 velope. She smiled, but reluctantly,
across the table, her elbows support- 1 I thought.
ing the clasped hands that framed her i -.Madame Sophie de Varnier." I
exquisite beauty. "Come, are we to ; read aloud, before I passed the tele-
be friends?" gram to her.
"I remember," I said, boldly, "when
I was at college, a story of Socrates
She tore the envelope open with
New Yorkers ate 500.000 bushels of
oysters last season. A bushel aver-
ages 200 oysters, so that at least 100.-
000,000 oysters were eaten there be
tween September 1. 1906. and the end
of April. These figures mean 8,300.000
"stews" or as many "fries,'' if the
oysters had been placed in that form
on hotel, restaurant or family tables
But that would be only two meals of
oysters in a winter for every man,
woman and child in the greater city.
Very few have ever seen the kaiser
on foot, except on his yacht, the
Hohr nzollern. He always drives or
rides. The reason for this would he
more apparent than it is were it not
that he wears very thick-soled boots.
His real heights is five feet five
inches, so he is thus among Kurope s
shortest monarch s But that is not
the only reason why he appears so
seldom on foot. He is partially para-
lyzed down his left sld'. and his left
arm is almost useless. That is why
in all his photographs hie left arm
appeals limp.
1 mingled with the crowd about the j vou jjke to hear }t* >
green-baize table on which the little? gjie niade a mock grimace. Oh,
metal horses were whirling around an Socrates, monsieur, and a philoso-
imaginary race course. A croupier pher! And a philosopher henpecked
changed a 50-franc note for me. I I £v ^jg \antlppe! Am I one to
tossed a coin on one of tbe numbers, i a henpecked philosopher?
and lost I staked another coin, this Regard me seriously, monsieur, and
time against the field. Again I lost. ; jej| nie But if vou insist—your story;
I staked all my five franc pieces but I j shall nsten patiently."
The henpecked philosopher, then."
While 1 weighed them thoughtfully ; j j,egan somewhat grimly, "tells us
that when Hercules had attained man-
hood he set out on a journey to see
the world, and presently came to a
parting of two ways. He hesitated
as to which way he should
choose. While he hesitated there
appealed two maidens, each of
whom protested that she would lead
. . , i ... i xi- , i jeweled cross that hung from her
that pointed an obvious moral. Would • i, it , ; , , , .
chatelaine. As she read the message.
she became frightfully pale: she
in my palm, my arm was touched
lightly. It was my adventuress of
the r« ading room once more. She
lifted her eyebrows in whimsical con-
cern at my ill luck.
Even rhese little horses, you see.
madam, know that I am to b#
shunned." I said in a low voice.
"My friend," she smiled, vivacious-
ly. they are simply frightened at [ of these maidens was clad chastely in
your black face. They are sensitive, somber but not unpleasing raiment,
the little horses. But if you coax— ' If. Hercules, you will go my way,
we shall see. Allons. we will be pru- j you will find it rough and tiresome,
dent, a little shining franc on number There are brambles to impede your
swayed in her seat. It was not grief
so much as utter despair that pyjs-
trated her.
"Dead!" She repeated the word in
French more than once in a dazed !
voice. "Dead, but it is incredible!"
The seconds passed. 1 did not
speak; h regarded her with concern.
' A beautiful woman is always danger-
i ous. but a beautiful woman in trouble
I i.: doubly so. The friendship she had
| lightly begged of me a moment ago,
1 I was tempted to offer seriously now.
She had piqued and fascinated me.
Now her unhappiness touched my
heart.
But suddenly I doubted. Was it a
him the way that he should go. One VPl n,SP« this advent of the tele-
gram so aply timed? Was she a con-
summate actress, confident of her
dulie? No; the agony the message
hart caused her was undoubtedly
ine. W hen she looked at me.
en ti-
lt was
Now. if my brave horses only progress; there are sharp stones that eyes hea\> with despair. When
know that it is I who am askln
to win for us. we shall w is."
Ne rien va plus," croaked an offi-
cial in a dingy dress suit and crumpled
shirt bOBOm He sp in the tm-< haiii-m
briskly between two bony fingers and
thumb. The liny jockeys in blue. buff,
green, and red sped swiftly around
the course. Presently they straggled
one behind the other, and came to
them will cut your sandals. It will always
; be hazardous, but it will lead to hap*
piness.' "
\h. happiness!" sighed the woman j
oj pjsite me "She promised much."
The other maiden was extremely
beautiful and her raiment was of sVi-
ve ry tissue. 'Mv way.' she said, soft-
ly. taking Hercules gently by the arm.
is strewn with flowers. It leads.
aus
The croupier stretched out broad and gently sloping, over soft
at last she spoke, her eyes burned
fiercely, her voice was harsh with
anger. The words she uttered were
certainly not addressed to me. They
were spoken rather in spite of my
presence than because of it.
"Look! I stake all in one throw!
I lose all—in a moment. I hold in
my clenched hands the liberty and
happiness of 10.000 women and chil-
And then a cursed fate strikes
his rake, and drew in our two shining turf, and there is music to gladden ^,oni ni> urasp this priceless happf-
wi!h the . her winnings of the
the hours. My way leads to pleasure.' ness. Mv poor people, my poor peo-
The name of the first maiden was P'*'- Again I fail you; I betray you!"
Virtue; the nanu- of the other. stared at me with eyes that did
madam—" Her small hands pressed her
1 paused; I was indeed very bold. 1 temples convulsively,
looked at my vis a vis wK.h some "Pertitpc madam, it is fate also
liavt forgotten to blow them a kiss, trepidation. I need have felt nop# v ho has sent me to you now, to help
Qulclt i.iece. the mail : she broke into light laughttr, hcri>ou.'
francs
bank.
I turni d to her s.ernly.
I cried in tcic dlsfciny.
"Fouf! A little patienc*
:t is th< ,incke> s who are
You see?
monsieur,
sulky. I
Prince Ferdinand and His Ambitions.
I returned to • my hotel soberly
enough. I had told my little allegory
lightly. Now I asked myself if 1
should not apply it seriously to
myself. Only this morning 1 had
mapped out for myself a clear path
to be followed. And already was a
siren beckonihg? Already was I en-
chanted?
I was intensely irritated that I
should have allowed m.vnelf to be in-
terested by this Sophie de Varnier.
For the past hour I had been playing
dangerously near the fire. It had not
yet burned me; but could I honestly
say that it bad not warmed, intoxi-
cated, allured? Very well, 1 must be
careful not to compromise myself in
the future.
Two women had met me at the part-
ing of the ways.
One' of them had set me a task,
holding herself proudly aloof, promis-
ing nothing. If this task were actu-
! ally accomplished, the reward was to
be the deed itself.
And now another woman had come
—radiant, glittering, a subtle perfume
lulling the senses. Her wild beauty,
her charm, had been frankly displayed
to enthrall me. She had promised a
definite adventure. As to the reward
it seemed to me too brazenly obvious.
I flicked the ash angrily from my
| cigarette. And was I really tempted?
i Hardly, I resolved savagely. And yet
j I was not fool enough to be blind to
j the ff.ct that the situation was not
without its danger.
My shoulder was tapped. I was
seated in the vestibule of my hotel.
I looked up. startled. A well-groomed
man in the early thirties towered over
me. an American I saw at once. The
round, jocund face was vaguely fa-
miliar.
"Yes," exclaimed a burly voice, "it
is really old I lad don."
I grasped the hand he held toward
me with emotion. Here was a friend,
an American, and I needed a friend
badly just now.
i had not seen Locke since we were
at college together. We had never
been intimate, but the big-hearted
Robinson Locke had been a character
among his classmates.
At first I hesitated to his cordial
greetings; I was afraid lie had not
heard my story. But presently he
plunged into the episode that had
made me notorious for a day. Then
I knew he had come to stand by me.
"It is a brutal lie. of course," he
stormed indignautly, 'but even if it
were true—" He clapped my shoul-
1 der.
! 'it is trtie—at least in a measure."
I Hot!" he exclaimed with cheerful
skepticism, lowering his person into
the yielding expanse of an armchair
by my side. "Tell me about it."
'Tnless you insist, 1 prefer not to."
I said quietly, beckoning a waiter. It
was just a horrible accident. Frankly,
to have saved his life was impossible.
But I might have died with him. I
didn't. There you have my disgrace
in a nutshell."
He looked somewhat glum at this
cold-blooded explanation and stirred
uneasily in his chair. I watched him,
not without grim amusement. He
pulled at his cigar, searching my face
keenly.
"Hot!" he cried again, and this time
with conviction. "If you feel any dis-
grace, it is your own fault, Haddon.
If you were tlie coward they say you
are, you wouldn't sit there smiling at
me. You would rave and swear by all
the pods that you were innocent I
don't want to hear your story. But I
want you to know that you have one
friend from home to stick up for you,
and to believe in you."
I was too moved to speak.
"That's all right, then." he said with
gruff gentleness. It must be hell to
be over here alone and everybody
kicking you."
Oh, that was to be expected, of
j course I But last night I had an ex-
j peri«nce that I wouldn't go tfcrcugb
i again it' I could help it."
tTO CONj1 f* ED.)
wmi
, UNCLE BY*
. T ' '
Copyright: 1507. by Byron Williams
That City Feller.
i do knot car« _ Hun and Play-
mi hart is OfuT sail today!
wlifre onct thee flown* bloomed for
thee Husks of Woe is awl i sea .
SI IK luved me then! O fleloil made,
who Vowed throo shifting; Sun uml Shad#,
throout the hob- of l-'loteing life
J B my true and faithful Wife
and now False gurl she turns away
- t t thee lover of a day
H aws liis klnthcs is maid with rare
and lie haz Perfoom on his Hair.
She kusts me oiT for Willyum Brown
who's giht a Visating in town-
ibnsi forth. False One, that is no moar,
i eeese '1 I ve thee as of Yore:
this Wlllyim is a mama's bo>
as slick and rleen as any toy
h*1 cannot Row or skin thee Cat
or fli te or klime or things like TI;at
he do *s knot no the#' way of kit^s
nor when a snapping: turtle bitef.
he cannot Hit thee Kurving bawl
or stop u Stinger- not a tall!
and Visterdee down in thee Run
where we had gone « haf sum fun,
lie didn't I >ast 2 fite with me
f*-r |V« r that I wo<«d tick him. See?
yew bet I hat I wood paste him ritu
if only lie wood dnrst J fite-
a fallen Herow. lickul Miss,
i bring; '1 greet thy love warm kiss!
dnggota> thee Lu«k. i do knot sea
why Diules should interfere with me!
until he cum we both wuz glad-
but now niy Mart is chilled und Sad.
O lickul. tl'-kui. tickirt made
whose vow <1 offeciion ill us doth fade,
our ilreoin «>f bliss at last haz tied
and now, A lass, my !<ov« is dej:
no in oar tine Ulad Sun shinep for me,
no lunar tbe Rainbow tints I 6'-
no moar the* .Moon with Silver life
s.-nds down its thoughts of Her by nite,
no moar thee song of Birds i beer
resounding in thee ether cleer -
a l.as«*, a Ross, mi dreem lias fled
and Rove forever moar is ded
Rag Time.
A physician says we should not
jump the rope. In other words, chil-
dren should not, and aldermen wi51
not.
A Michigan paper copied a half col-
umn of my heart throbs the other day
and credited them to Mr. Anonymous.
If this favorite author is a iover of
faif play, he will write the paper and
have the credit given where credit is
due.
Kvery man in the gutter is not a
tramp—especially in the banana peel
season.
We are told that the number of
vegetarians are increasing. This may
be but 1 haven't noticed any drop in
the price of meat as a result.
We should not object to thick sole®
on our shoes. This objection will soon
wear away.
An editor writes us to know where
tbe home for indigent newspaper men
is. He says he wrote it "star boarder**
and the proofreader let it go "star
boozer." Now he "dassent" go home.
I don't suppose an Iowa man will
care to enter the place that is paved
with sold unless St. Peter Is well
enough posted on the "Iowa idea" to
argue about it.
Down in Texas an editor complains
because the sidewalks are only two
narrow* planks placed side by side. 1
should say so! Just imagine a Duo
drinking man like the editor of the
"Alkali Kye" trying to walk home at
midnight on a two-plank sidewalk.
If tho station agent of a railroad
were paid according to the fool ques-
tions he is asked, he would soon own
the entire railway system.
You cannot judge a man by the
clothes he wears, but sometimes those
ol his wife give you an index as to his
finances.
A Nebraska editor says he wishes
his marriage knot was not.
The Voice of Woman.
Oh woman! lovely woman!
Ffiir stud pretty ..s the rose.
So full of saucy wu\s and whims
Kroni curly locks to toes
We love thee and wo* love thee.
And we love thee all some more:
We love thee, every one of you,
Alone and by the score!
•
Vou nmke man's lif- worth living -
Though yon bring liim sorrows, too—
On earth without : our charming ways.
What would the male sex do?
Oh wonuin! lovely w.man!
Vou who lost us Rden's bliss.
W • hrlng 11 iee iiiiurant flowers sweet.
All damp with dew-wet. kiss!
Somehow we can't forget the**
Or get I hoe off our mind
Y > l£ Voire. like III 11 sic W hisptTS,
< '..in. ^ st*.' !iu- on 11 . wind
It iisks us, full or passion
• We . .in't r fuse « < i thnt)
!'"i forty-seven dollars
To buy u summer hat!
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Miller, C. H. The Hennessey Clipper. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 18, No. 5, Ed. 1 Thursday, June 27, 1907, newspaper, June 27, 1907; Hennessey, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc105556/m1/2/: accessed April 25, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.