The Hennessey Clipper. (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 18, No. 11, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 8, 1907 Page: 2 of 8
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C. H. Miller, Publisher.
Pon't kiss the baby. Walt till she
The less a nmn says, as a rule the
less he has to take back.
Why Is luw like a kimono? asks a
Chicago Judge. Because it is some-
If Joaquin Miller really has money
enough, why should he want to go to
the United States senate?
The best mlscroscopes magnify
about 10,000 times and make a tiny
pile of flour look like a pile of stones.
A woman can never understand how
it is possible (or a smart man like her
husband to get the short end of it In
It Is a delightful season for the devil
at the bathing resorts with eo many
beautiful nymphs between him and
fhe deep sea.
Some men are born great, some
achieve greatness, and some can im-
part a curvilinear motion to a leather
The Michigan nonogenarian who Is
Reeking a divorce may not know of
any other way In which he can hope
to break a record.
The New York physician who does
not approve of prunes Is no friend of
the theological seminaries or of some
of the boarding houses.
A professor at the University of
Berne, Switzerland, is Mile. Gertrude
Woker. She is 26 and lectures on
physics and chemistry.
German manufacturers are using
potatoes In the making of lead pencils.
If a German can do that a Yankee can
build an automobile out of potatoes.
Donl de Castellane has obtained the
right to a rehearing of his wife's di-
vorce suit, and thus has earned the
gratitude of the yellow press, at least.
Dr. Wiley believes that a man should
attain the century mark as far as age
is concerned, but we do not see how
he can If the cost of provisions con-
tinues to increase.
And now a New Jersey man has per-
fected a 150,000-candie power electric
light. But to what end? The light Is,
so intense that people have to shut!
their eyes to avoid the glare.
The department of agriculture Is
about to lavestlgate the manufacture
of absinthe in this country. That
ought to be the work of the depart-
ment of chemistry and dope.
James Lewis, of Terrell, Tex., was
excused from Jury service the other
day on the ground that he was the fa-
ther of 22 children. The court prob-
ably thought he had lost his sense of
Mother Stewart, founder of the
Woman's Christian Temperance union,
recently celebrated her ninety-first
birthday. She was the first woman
known to hold a federal office, being a
postmistress under Gen. Jackson. She
was the first woman to demand police
matrons. She began her temperance
crusade at Springfield, O., and has
written four books.
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content to forget the unpleasant task
that was before me; to Invest even
the monster by her side in the garb of
The servant who had shown me to
my rooms appeared at the door, let-
ters on his salver. I held up my hand
warnlngly to him that he should not
disturb them, and motioned that he
bring the letters to me. Ho did so
without either of the musicians notic-
ing his entrance.
The sonata of Beethoven swept to
Its glorious climax. I started to my
feet to take the letters to Madame de
But without a pause Br. Starva be-
gan a tender romance. The woman
sat at the piano, her hands falling Idly
to her lap.
Again she smiled across the room
at me. But now it was no longer
spontaneous. The Hps held something
of that Indefinable cruelty of that
woman of the Renaissance made fa-
mous by Da Vinci. I frowned; I re-
fused to meet that smile.
Then, as I looked down deliberately,
I felt myself turn pale. A shudder
I was gazing in horror at (an en-
Two prominent Cincinnati men, ,
brothers, have been killed In an auto
accident while riding in a hired ma-
chine. They wanted to make time,
and told the chauffeur to go at full
speed, nud If arrested they would pay
the fine. They were thrown out and
instantly killed, but the chauffeur es-
caped without injury. It was a re-
markable case of the responsible par-
ties paying the fine.
Speaking of the manner in which
American visitors on foreign ships
steal all small portable articles of
value as "souvenirs." Admiral Evans
says flatly that we are a nation of
thieves. And considering the losses
suffered by hotels in the way of silver-
ware, towels, pillow slips, blankets
and even rugs, the charge does not
seem overdrawn. The worst of it is
that such stealing is commonly done
by people amply able to pay for their
Expert witnesses, as a class, have
won the distrust of the public. A
Massachusetts physician, following
the example of thoughtful men In
other states, has outlined a plan for
the Improvement of the legal value of
expert testimony, and also for the pro-
tection of the medical profession from
the ill repute brought upon it by some
of its members in court. He pro-
poses. says Youth's Companion, that
the court appoint the experts and the
state pay them. So long as human
nature is human, an expert, no matter
how good bis Intentions, will be In-
clined to favor the side by which he
is engaged and paid.
Attention of the geological survey
having been called to a peculiar well
in Hamilton county. Ohio, an investiga-
tion of it has Just been completed. The
well produces both fresh and salt wa
ter through two separate pumps The
explanation proved to be very simple.
Two water-bearing beds, confined be-
tween layers of limestone, occur at
this point, on*' above the other The
pipe of the fresh wafer pump taps the
upper vein at a depth of 16 feet. The
salt-water pump touches the lower
vein at 35 feet; the brine, being heav-
ier than the fresh water, does not mix.
The suite allotted me was at the end
of a gloomy corridor. I threw open
one of the narrow windows. The
noisy stream below, beating futllely
against the walls, almost deafened the
voice of the servant as he asked If he
could be of assistance to me. 1 looked
out. There was a sheer drop of some
That fact vaguely disconcerted me.
The words of Dr. Starva were a Jarring
note that sobered my excitement.
When I had dressed I wns almost pre-
pared to find the massive door of my
chamber locked or barred. I had en-
tered the spider's web audaciously
enough. To escape might be less
The dinner was simply but well
served in a small dining-room. Had
my situation been less serious 1 might
have felt some humor at the elaborate
deference shown me by my compan-
ions for the benefit of the two servants
who waited on us. Even Dr. Starva
followed the lead of Madame de Var-
nier in solemn if cynical obedience.
But did Madame de Varnier believe
me so complaisant a fool, that, like
another Bottom, I was expected In this
modern Midsummer Night's Dream to
accept this deference without ques
tlon? I becnme more and more con
vlnced that she did not. Once she
even referred to the events of the
night before In such a manner that 1
believed her not Ignorant of my true
condition. If she were persuaded that
I had been acting a part then, that
would account for her confidence in
expecting me to continue acting that
part. It would give her encourage-
ment that I was the willing tool she
And suppose that she really believed
that, did she think that I expected no
reward? She had hinted that In serv-
ing her ends I was to serve myself as
well. But Madame de Varnier was
not the kind of woman to believe that
a man would be allured by a promise
so vague. Then the reward?
She had protested that she had not
expected me to fall In love with her.
She had protested that, but in the
same breath she had confessed a half-
resolve to bring me to her feet. Now
as she exerted every charm of coquet-
ry she was giving the lie to her own
words. Oh, the reward was obvious
enough, if I chose to take it.
"We will smoke our cigarettes in
my favorite music room. You must
liear Dr. Starva play on the 'cello.
You have had the piano carefully
"All is in readiness," replied the
servant, as tie preceded us with can-
Dr. Starva had pushed back his chair
eagerly. For the first time since I had
met him his face lost something of
tts heavy sullen expression.
"My fingers have not the practice,"
he said modestly, "but to play with
Madame de Varnier—ah, that is worth
We were in the music room that
Madame de Varnier had described to
mo so enthusiastically the day before.
Dimly lighted with wax candles, pan-
eled In dark oak to the celling, the
floor waxed and polished to a dazzling
luster, it was a room almost bare, but
It had Its melancholy charm. There
was little furniture. At one end of
the room was a row of carved seats
built Into the wall. There were no
pictures or tapestries. The one touch
of color was the vivid flame of blaz-
"The strife of the world, its lies
and its shams, 1 leave behind when I
enter here," said Madame de Varnier
sentimentally. "Look, I throw open
this casement. The noisy Aare drowns
my voice. Beyond, you see the moon-
light on the valleys, and still beyond,
the moun'Alns. This is your seat.
Once this was a chapel: In these
carved seats the monks chanted ves-
pers; in the seat of honor which you
occupy drowsed the father superior.
When you hear the enchanting melo-
dies of Dr. Starva you will not have
lived In vain."
This hour at least was Innocent.
Perhaps It was the lull before the
storm, but why should I look for clouds
when the heavens were clear?
The long, darkly paneled room, Its
shining floor seeming to rise and fall
mysteriously in the flickering fire-
light. the noisy murmur of the stream
below, the white moonlight that strug-
gled feebly through the casement win
dows—all had Its charm. And these
two adventurers, unscrupulous and
conscienceless, had abandoned them-
selves for the moment to the Joy of
I looked over toward Madame de
Varnier. The shaded light of the can-
dles fell on her white shoulders. The
splendor of her beauty had never
seemed more seductive.
I asked myself incredulously If this
dreaming woman was the desperate
adventuress whom Locke had warned
Slowly she looked where I sa': I
seemed to draw her eyes toward me.
She smiled vaguely, a smile that was
adorable—yes, I could almost persuade
myself that It was the smllo of an
Innocent girl. For a moment 1 was
doomed prince. I began to think I
must be more explicit after all.
And then her hands fell lifeless on
the keys. The crash echoed discord-
antly In the empty room. Dr. Starva
looked up in angry surprise. Madame
de Varnier had fainted.
Dr. Starva shuffled rapidly to her
side; he shook her shoulder.
"Sophie! Sophie!" he cried, and
then he saw the letter and Its stamp.
His face was suddenly distorted.
His hairy hand closed over the letter.
She held It rigid even In her uncon-
sciousness. He unbent her Jeweled
fingers with cruel strength. Now he
looked at me with the suspicion and
hate of a savage beast brought to bay.
"How much do you know?" his blaz-
ing eyes asked. "And if I do know?"
Slowly Madame de Varnier opened
her eyes. Equally anxious, Starva and
myself watched her recover conscious-
1 was quite convinced now that she
had not been aware of the significance
of that stamp. The horror that had
deprived her of her reason for the
time being proved that. The fierce
haste with which Dr. Starva had
snatched the lettef- from her lifeless
hand and had concealed It, bore out
my conviction. Then if my surmises
were correct, would she communicate
to Dr. Starva her newly acquired
"It was the heat, I think, and the
fatigue of the Journey," were the first
words she spoke. I heard them with
relief. Beyond question she wished
to conceal from Starva that she had
seen the death-mask.
Whether he was satisfied with her
reasons was less certain. He paced
the length of the room, his head bent
in thought; his intertwined fingers,
moving agitatedly, betrayed his con-
cern. Madame de Varnier carefully
His Hairy Hand Closed Over the Letter.
velope that bore the Interdicted stamp
of Bulgaria, the death-mask.
Did she know the ghastly signifi-
cance of that double stamp? Was she
one of the desperate band that had
I resolved to play a hazardous expe-
riment. I would thrust that stamp un-
der her eyes without warning. Con-
summate actress though she was, she
would find It difficult to repress a
tremor If she were guilty.
Dr. Starva's head was still bent lov-
ingly over Ills 'cello. I reached the
piano without disturbing him.
I placed the letters In front of
Madame de Varnier, the envelope that
bore the death-mask on the top of the
little pile. I watched her closely.
She took the letters carelessly in
her hands. The stamp at once ar-
rested her attention. She regarded it
with a frank curiosity. She even
called my attention to it.
"It is one of the new issue," she
whispered, so as ntft to disturb Dr.
Starva; and continued to sort her let-
1 was almost convinced of her Inno-
cence. but not quite. I had yet my
experiment to play.
She had opened one of the letters
and was engrossed In ^ts contents. As
for Dr. Starva. he was lost to the
I took the envelope that bore the
mysterious symbol, and placing It in
such a manner that the death-mask
could be most easily seen by the wom-
an, 1 began to trace the likeness of
Prince Ferdinand, meanwhile watch-
ing her Intently.
Her letter was short. Its meaning
had excited her strangely. For some
time she was regardless of my action.
Hut presently she followed the mo-
tions of my pencil as 1 traced the
eyes closed In death, the drooping
movilh, and the gaping wound.
Still my pencil moved slowly but
carefully over the features of the
avoided my gaze and played l(Ily. But
I noticed that If Dr. Starva had been
enraged that she had seen the letter
with its death-mask, Madame de Var-
nier was anxious that he should not
know of the existence of the letter
that had excited her, It had fallen to
the floor. When his back was tunned
she had stooped swiftly and placed it
in the bosom of her dress.
Was the letter slie was so careful to
hide from him merely personal? Or
was Its message of moment? If so, if
it were concerned with the strange
game these two were playing, it meant
that either mistrusted the other.
I welcomed such a possibility. That
fact might simplify my own action.
At least it showed that Madame de
Varnier was not abjectly tHe creature
of this infamous scoundrel.
The strained situation was happily
relieved by the entrance of the serv-
ant who had brought in the letters.
Instinctively the three of us assumed
a certain unconcern, as Is the manner
of the world before servants.
He brought a card to Madame de
Varnier. She took it from the salver
quietly, but her hand trembled as she
read the name engraved on it.
We had all three heard that name
before. Its crisp. Anglo-Saxon nomen-
clature gave one the Impression of a
strong, dogged personality that pur-
sued, and yet pursued.
"Captain Reginald Forbes!"
That was the name she read
Captain Forbes Intrudes.
There was a silence lasting several
seconds. Panic was written on both
their faces. Evidently they had looked
for no such Intrusion as this—above
all for no visitor so Inconvenient as
the king's messenger. They had con-
fidently counted on a clear field for
the execution of their plans. That
they should have been traced to the
chateau so easily and so quickly threw
them Into consternation. Dr. Starva
was the first to recover his presence
"Whom does he wish to see this
time?" he demanded harshly.
"He asks for his Excellency, the
English ambassador," replied the serv-
ant, looking at me askance. "But if
he Is engaged, or not well, he Is anx-
ious to speak with madam."
At first I was surprised that the
man had not brought the card direct-
ly to myself. It was strange that he
should Ignore me if he had been given
to understand that I was Sir Mortimer.
But if he were In the confidence of
Madame de Varnier he would do pre-
Frankly, the coming of Captain
Forbes at this time was a. surprise
scarcely less disagreeable for me than
for them. To-morrow, or the day
after, he would have been perhaps
only too welcome. But now the intru-
sion was premature. It interfered
with my own plans as well as theirs.
More than that, I could have wished
myself In a position to forewarn him,
to explain my tactics. It looked as If
I were again In danger of being caught
red-handed in a criminal deception.
More than ever would Captain Forbes
be convinced that I was one (# the
conspirators if he discovered at this
moment that I was not Sir Mortimer.
The man and woman conversed to-
gether excitedly in a barbaric tongue.
Dr. Starva, It was evident, was vehe-
mently advocating some plan; Madame
de Varnier opposing it. But the shock
to which she had been subjected pre-
vious to the coming of Captain Forbes
had left her unstrung, almost apa-
thetic. Hitherto the man had been
sulkily subservient to the woman; now
his animal strength fought for the
ascendency. He was brushing away
her agitated protests. It was he who
commanded the servant;
"Show this Captain Forbes to the
armory. I shall see him myself."
Again he spoke fiercely to Madame
de Varnier. She listened to him in
silence, her eyes cast down. He
strode to the door, stood there a mo-
ment hesitating, then left the room,
shutting the door behind him.
Madame de Varnier'remalned where
he had left her, trembling violently,
her hands covering her face. This
was my opportunity to appeal to the
woman, and not the adventuress. I
took her unresisting hand and led her
to one of the carved seats.
"Madame de Varnier, it is a desper-
ate game you a"re playing," I said,
sternly yet gently. "I don't know what
the stakes are, but you are not going
tp win them."
A white hand clung to my coat
sleeve. "Why do you say that?" she
cried, staring at me with affrighted
I pointed silently to the card she
still held in her hand.
"There Is one factor to be reckoned
She tossed her head in defiance.
"Dr. Starva has reckoned with him al-
ready, my friend. Perhaps not in the
best way, but effectually at least. And
"We®, there is myself."
Sh,e smiled on me wanly. "If you
were an enemy that might be more se-
rious, I admit. But I have reckoned
with you. You are to be my friend.
You are to help me."
"That remains to-be seen. But the
third and most serious factor is treach-
ery," I added quietly.
"My God! Treachery!"
"Do you trust Dr. Starva absolute-
ly? Dare you tell me that the death-
mask had as little meaning for him as
for you, until I showed you that sig-
"But you understood its meaning as
well as he. Who are you that you
should have this knowledge?"
"I know, perhaps, more than you
think, Madame de Varnier."
"It Is Incredible," she cried passion-
ately, "that I, the Countess Sarahoff,
should be in the dark, while an Amer-
The name had slipped out in her an-
ger; she bit her lips.
"Oh, you need feel no consternation.
I might have called you by that name
several hours ago."
"Since you know so much," she said
in bitter disgust, "perhaps you know
the service I expect to ask of you."
"I might make a shrewd guess at
She sank back, her fingers Inter-
locked supporting her head. She re-
mained some time in gloomy thought.
Suddenly a door slammed. I heard
a faint shout; a tramping of feet.
Then there was quiet again. I glanced
at my companion. She was listening
intently, her hands clutching the
carved arms of the seat.
"Bah, 1 think 1 am a hysterical
schoolgirl." She shrugged her shoul-
ders In self-contempt. Say that you
know everything, monsieur, so much
the better. It will save the trouble of
explaining on the morrow. For I shall
go on with my plan. There is danger,
yes; but I have expected danger. It is
too late to retreat. I have risked all
on a single throw I shall win. Say
that there Is treachery—I shall know
how to deal with it. He is not indis-
pensable. Yes, my friend. I have a
plan that cannot fall "
"You are mistaken I said obstinate-
ly. "Your plan will fail because, if Dr.
Starva is not necessary to its success,
1 am. And I—"
"You will perform the service I
shall ask of you. I hope, 1 trust, that
you will do this service gladly. Not
for myself, perhaps, but that you may
bring happiness and peare to a down
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Age does not make us childish, as
some say; it finds us true children.—
Copyright: 1907: by Byron William*
Within a quaint, sequestered spot,
I met a sage beside his cot—
And he was bent with age. and
"Oh, sage," I said, "f seek the truth.
The milestones thou has passed sine#
Must surely be three score and more.
"Now tell me. patriarch,-and wise,
How may I strive to win the prize?
How shall I guide my craft to-day?
Oh, tell me where the breakers beat
And where the adverse currents meet.
My sail is set! Which way?
"And what, O sage, is worth the while
Of steer in.if for through weary mile
Where tempests rage and fears unfold?
When all the triumphs have been won.
When sunset coines and life is run.
Ah, what is dross and what is gold?'
The patriarch his head bowed low
And answered sadly, "Live and know!
Each man must tread his road alone;
Through forests •drear, o'er sun-dried
There is no beaten path to God!
•Tis thee alone must build thy stone!
"The treasures of a life are not
The sordid tilings that clink or rot!"
Thus spake the patriarch, the sage.
Then from a porket, sagged and torn.
Me drew a packet, old ,und worn
And yellowed with the soil of age.
And from the packet old he slipped
A tress of auburn—neatly clipped—
A wedding ring, a faded rose!
Through tears that furrowed down his
He said: "the prizes of my race—
The embers of my after-glows!
"She loved me—and through all the years
Of sunset filled with lonely tears,
That thought has been my crowning
The worldly triumphs will decay—
A woman's love will last alway
And wait for you in Paradise!"
No, dear, magazine guns are not
used on poets.
Sometimes tlie kingfisher goes into
the water after a hearty meal, doc-,
tors to the contrary notwithstanding.
The city grocer would make a great
pugilist. He is a born lightweight.
When you meet a man in the morn-
ing and he says he feels twenty years
younger than he did the night before,
ask him, "Is it a boy or a girl?"
Years ago, the wise man wrote:
"Go to the ant, thou sluggard," and
last night I went to him with*a quart
of gasoline. There is nothing better
to discourage the ant from building
pyramiis in your lawn than a bit of
the choo-choo fluid.
One of the best ways to enjoy your-
self during the hot weather is not to
go to the theater.
An Iowa man made it a rule never
to allow families with children to
live in his flats. The other day his
wife presented him with a fine boy
and now he has to move from his own
I almost have a new snake story to
tell you to-day—but the snake got
away. I met him on one of my strolls
in the wood, but the coward wouldn't
fight. This seems to be an off season
for reptile tales.
I believe in high thinking. That
is why I am building my new house
on the top of Honeysuckle Hill. How
does "Crestnook" suit you for the
name of a country place? Opinions
solicited along with the new snake
Do not drink a glass of milk with-
out eating something with it, unless
you want to make a cheese factory
of your stomach.
When ironing handkerchiefs, begin
in the middle. This is noted for the
benefit of husbands whose wives may
be spending the summer in the coun-
A man "doubles up" when he gets
married because his expenses are
twice as great as they were when he
Sometimes one is led to believe that
the modern interpretation of a gen-
tleman is a man who gambles, keeps
race horses, belongs to several clubs,
knows a lot of gay women and doesn't
live with his family.
When a reporter cannot get a poli-
tician to express an opinion even as
to the weather, it is a cue for him to
go hack to the office and write a col-
umn interview without further effort
to penetrate the aforesaid politician's
mind. It is easier to say what th®
politician might have said, anyhow.
Oft in the dreamy hours of night.
Wrapped In the arms of Morpheus.
1. Iil<• • the knight, have fought my fight*
Kerning the dragon Octopus! /S
Then when the tight is won and calledjr™
I to the light have brought my prize.
Tin re in the glare upon my bald—
ila! the mosquito's remnant lies!
Here’s what’s next.
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