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Hennessey Clipper.
C. H. Miller, Pub.
HENNESSEY,
Champ Clark says the average wom-
an's hat Is worth five dollars. Puzzle
—find the average woman.
It Is as old as civilization that the
baby is the tyrant of the household.
China must be up against It hard.
"Where is our country going to?"
shouts the Texas Star. A conspicuous
part of it counts on going to Africa.
Still, the scientist who discovered
the new kind of flea can hardly hope
to be rewarded with the Nobel peace
prize.
SYNOPSIS.
Joseph C. Lincoln
Anno# of "Capn Eri" "pAPTNrnsoftheTiDt"
CcpmGttr 130? A <5 BMNti ae COHPtor
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Illustrations iiyT. D.Mzlwll
Natives of German Southwest Africa
are on the warpath again, but not be-
cause of anything Emperor William
has said.
The founder of the first English
penny newspaper is dead; but he
lived to se<* the development of the
American comic supplement.
It takes the French royalists a good
many years to 1. am that by even the
m*st fluent conve, ation they cannot
turn back the whc s of time.
Now they want to put Castro into
prison. A wave of reform Is well
enough, but to flood th world with it
may work indiscriminate havoc.
Thf treasury department contem-
plates new designs for nickels and
cents. Leave the one-cent piece alone.
Jt's the most artistic coin we have.
London has a woman chauffeur.
Now let English statesmen who are
opposed to woman suffrage have a
care when they cross the public
streets.
Venezuela can better afford to let
Castro remain in Paris and spend his
ill-gotten wealth than to bring him
back and let him carry off what he
left behind.
Mark Twain has Incorporated his
name. Now we shall see whether or
not he puts shares on the market at
three cents with the promise they will
soon go to one dollar.
It eost $ !,(MM).000 to bury the 1 a f«•
emperor of China, yet he probably
isn't any more thoroughly buried than
he would have been if the funeral ex-
penses had amounted to only $00.
Naturally the suicide of the hus-
band of a mind reader suggests the
notion that, being united to an indi-
vidual who can constantly read your
thoughts, complicates matrimony.
A Pennsylvania rooster stole a
300-mile ride on a car truck. This Is
liable to cause the railway people
some expense in further revising their
arrangements to shut off all free trans-
portation.
Now that an Englishman claims to
have discovered a way of making un-
happy marriages Impossible, there aro
man; who will Jump at the conclusion
that his solution consists of the sim-
ple little word "don't."
LI Hung Chang has, since his death,
been proclaimed a deity, and a temple
said to be the finest of Its kind ever
erected in China has been erected in
his honor at Lu Chou, in the proviuce
of Ngan-hwei, where he lived.
The French court trying the case of
the Count de Castellane against hi9
former wife has a thoroughly impar-
tial prosecutor. He gave about tho
same certificate of bad character to
both the count and his successor.
Those New York people who want-
ed to throw eggs at a prophet who
predicted that the world would come
to an end and failed to make his pre-
diction come true were very foolish.
There was probably not one among
them who wanted to see a general
collapse.
In St. Louis $1".'"") wt'ie lately
found in a tomato can. This com-
pletely outclasses the restaurant oys-
ter and free lunch clam with their
valuable Incidental pearls. Hence-
forth, remarks the Haiti more Ameri-
can. In St. Louis at least, the sheep,
as well as the goats, will be tender to
stray tin tomato cans.
The directions for the "roller-skate
walk." which is the very latest among
society girls in St. Louis, are: "Keep
your legs straight. Don't let your
knees wabble, stand erect, just touch
the ground with the ball of the foot,
and off you glide." We doubt if it
will become popular with the belles
of society here in Doston, says the
Globe.
Millions of those who have attend-
ed the schools of the country, as well
as the present generation of pupils,
will utter protests both loud and deep
against the idea of "turning down"
that story of Paul Kevere's rlCvl# With
the stirring poem laid on the shelf
what will become of those who have
made it a favorite theme at prize
speaking contests?
If the St. Louis man who makes the
assertion that not one of his 200 hens
ever lays an i ffg on Buidiy will come
en to Massachusetts, challenges the
Boston Globe, we can show him some
hens that don't lay on Sunday, or on
any other dav.
The whales of the Arctic are going
to have a better chance for a while.
The scarcity of whales and the com-
jaratlvely low price of the commer-
cial product they yield will prevent
the sailing of the whaling fleet from
San Francisco in the spring.
Mr. Solomon Pratt began comical nar-
ration of story, intii >: j< lntr well-to-do
Nathan Scudder "f his town, and Edward
Van iirunt and Martin Hartley, two rich
New Yorkers * kin* r, st. ltectiuse of
latter pair's lavish expenditure of money.
Piatt's first Impression was conn : >1
with lunalles. rin arrival of J.mcs
Hopper. Van Brunt's \alet, gave J'ratt
the tleslr, <1 Information e.lj 'Ut itie New
Yorkers. They wished to live what they
termed "The Natural Life." Van Hrilut.
It was learned, w is the successful suitor
for the hand of Miss Agnes Page, who
gave Hartley up The He.ivonllcs" hear
a long story of tlie domestic woes of
Mrs. Hannah Jane Purvis, their cook and
maid of all work, lieelde to let her go
and engage Pol. Pratt as chef. Twins
agree to leave Kate S."alder's abode and
begin unavailing search for another
domicile. Adventure at Fourth of July
celebration at Kastwlch. Hartley rescued
a b,'V. known as "1: idy," from under a
horse's feet anil the urchin proved to he
one of Miss .Page's charges, whom she
hail taken to the countrv for on outing.
Miss Page and llartlev were separated
during a tierce s um, which followed tho
picnic. Out sailing later. Van ltrunt,
Pratt and !!• pp> r wcr< wrecked In a
squall. Prntt landed safely and A search
for the other two reveale.l an Island upon
which they were found. Van Hrunt rent-
ed It from Seodder and mil. .1 it Ozone
Islan 1. Tie V lived on the Island and
Owner Scudder brought ridiculous pres-
ents as a token of gratitude. Innocently,
Hartley nn<l Hopper In —arch for clams
robbed a private "quabaugh."
CHAPTER VIII.—Continued.
"Did you need the extra bucket?" I
asks.
"Why, no, I believe not," says Hart-
ley. "You see I dug for a while and
then I went to look for better places,
and James did (he digging. We found
holes enough, but they didn't seem to
be the right kind. Worms, did you call
those things? Sea serpents, you
meant. I guess. I never saw such
creatures. And there was one place
where there were millions of holes,
but chockful of crabs."
"Um-hum," says I. "Fiddlers. You
must have gone plumb tip into the
march bank to run into them."
"They was 'orrid things," says Lord
James, rolling his eyes. "And they
'ad claws and swarmed over my feet.
I give you my word I was that—"
"That'll do, James," says Hartley.
"Well, I was successful at last, skip-
per. Struck a place where clams were
actually In layers just under the sand.
We turned 'em over with the hoes like
winking. I pointed 'em out and James
picked 'em up. Just look at those
buckets, will you?"
I looked at 'em. There was three
buckets chock, trimming full.
"Good land of love!" says I. "Them
ain't clams—they're quahaugs."
"There're clams In New York," he
says.
"Maybe so," says I. "We call 'em
quahaugs here. And there's no qua-
haugs in this part of the bay unless
they'vo been bedded. Was there any
marks around 'em?"
"There was a lot of sticks stuck up
around," lie says, "but we knocked
those out of the way."
"You did?" says 1. "Did you leave
any of the—what you call clams?"
"You bet we didn't," says he. "We
took the last one. Had too much
trouble finding em to leave any."
"Humph!" says 1. "That's nice.
You've cleaned out somebody's private
quahaug bed. Them quahaugs was all
brought over by somebody and planted
where you found 'em. The sticks was
to mark the place."
"You don't mean It?" he says.
"Yes, I do," says I. "I cal'late we'll
hear from them quahaugs afore long."
And sure enough we did, but that
comes later.
On the way up to the house I turns
to his lordship, who was limping bare-
foot over the bcachgrass stubbles, and
says I:
"Ain't clamming fun?" I says.
"My word!" says he, but It expressed
his feelings all right.
All the afternoon the clam hunters
kept getting lamer and lamer and sorer
and sorer. Their sun-burnt logs and
arms was hurting 'em scandalous.
Hartley flopped into a piazza chair and
stayed there, and Lord James crept
around with his limbs spread out like
windmill sails. And every time he'd
bump Into a chair or anything you
could hear him whoop to glory.
Van Brunt got home about supper
time. Scudder rowed him over. 1 had
the quahaug chowder made and he ate
enough for all hands. Hartley was
feeling too used up to relish it much,
and his lordship didn't eat nothing. I
let him off on the dish w ashing and he
went off to the tail end of the veranda
and went to sleep In a chair.
After supper Van told about his trip
to Eastwich. Agnes and the Talford
girl was well, lie said, and they and
their Fresh Air tribe was coming to
the island next day for a picnic.
"By the way, skipper," says Van;
"Scudder says he brought some pres-
ents for us last night after we went to
bed. Where are they?"
Thunderatlon! I'd forgot all about
them "presents." I'd felt like an un-
dertaker when I laid 'em away in that
drawer, anid now I felt like a grave
robber as I dug 'em up again. I spread
'em out on the table, colllu plates in
the middle and wreath on one end and
"What Is Home Without a Mother" on
t'other.
You'd ought to have heard them
Heavenlies laugh! Nate's presents
certainly made a hit. Van he just
laid back and roared.
"Oh, by Jove!" he says, panting.
"This Is too good! This Is lovely.
Shades of Hannah Jane Purvis! Mar-
tin, how the widow of the man that
didn't feel like beans would have ap-
preciated these, hey? This—this
would have been her Idea of an art
gallery."
"Pack 'em away again, Sol," says
Hartley. "Now that the relatives have
had an opportunity to view the re-
mains, tho funeral may go on. Bury
'em quick."
"Bury 'em?" says Van. "Not much.
They're too dreamily beautiful. Mar-
tin, I'm surprised at you. What is
home without a family vault, any-
way, And yet— Hold on!" he says,
holding up his hand. "I have an idea.
We'll give them to James."
"To James?" says me and Martin
together.
"Of course, to James. James is fu-
nereal and solemn and dignified. They
ought to appeal to his taste. They're
right in his line. We will decorate
James' room with 'em. What is It
they were warranted to do, skipper,
when 'strung up around?' Oh, yes!
to be sure. 'Take away tho bare look.'
James' room Is bare, now that I think
of it. Come and join the Memorial
Day parade, Martin."
He was out in the kitchen getting
the hammer and nails and string. Go-
ing to decorate the valet's bedroom
right off. Hartley laughed and said:
"Oh, let the poor devil alone, Van.
I lit a lamp and got out into the hall.
There I met the Heavenly Twins just
coming from their room. They was
dressed light and gauzy, same as me,
but Van had a revolver In his hand
and Hartley was swinging a chair by
the back.
"What on earth?" says Van.
"It's in the dining room, whatever it
is," says I.
I grabbed up something to use for a
club—it turned out later to be the lit-
tlest joint of Hartley's fish pole—and
tip-toed downstairs to the dining room
door. And that door was locked fast.
CHAPTER IX.
The "Fresh-Airers."
First I tried that door, then Hartley
tried it, and then Van; each of us Just
as soft and quiet as possible. Then
wo listened. Not a sound.
Tlien Van catches me by the arm
and begins to pull me and Martin back
along the hall. When we got to the
end, by the parlor door, he whispers,
low and cautious:
"We must break the door down. It's
locked on the Inside. Better turn the
lamp down, too. A light gives the other
man all the advantage if it comes to
shooting. Now ready, when I say the
word. All rush together. One—two—"
"Wait a minute," whispers Hartley
—he was always cool-headed. "Where's
James?"
"James?" repeats Van. "What?
James?"
"James?" says I. And then I begun
to get my senses back. Wake a feller
up out of a sound sleep the way we
was and it takes a few minutes for him
to get on earth again.
"James!" says I. "I'll be—"
"Idiot!" says Van, speaking about
himself, I Judge. Then he walks down
the hall and gives that door a kick.
"James," he sings out. "Is that you?
Open this door."
For a second or two there wa'n't a
sound. Then a voice says, weak and
chattery: "O-o-h, my soul!"
"What's the matter with him?" says
Van. "Is he hurt? Where's the key,
"I Give You Warning Now, I'm Going 'Ome.'
He's had troubles enough for one day."
But you couldn't stop that Van Brunt
critter when he got started.
Ho makes me load the presents In
my arms and takes the lamp and leads
the way upstairs. And then he sets to
work and hangs them presents round
Lord James' room. He put the coffin
plates over the waslistand at the foot
of the bed, and the wreath over the
head, and hung tho picture of Marcel-
ltis over tho looking-glass and the
shell work by the closet door.
"Now," says he, "for the motto—the
crowning touch. Where? Where?"
Finally he hung it on top of the
bureau.
"Perhaps," says hq, "its influence
may make James more motherly; who
knows?"
Then we went downstairs and he
made me promlsu to say nothing.
Then he was for waking his lordship
up and ordering him to bed right
then, but his chum wouldn't hear of it.
Martin said let the poor fellow have his
nap out. He knew how he felt. So
Van givo In after awhile.
l'retty soon Hartley got tired of
waiting and said he was going to turn
in; he was played out, he said. Van
wanted to wait longer, but he didn't.
He went to bed, too. At half-past ten
or so my round of chores was done
and I sung out to Lord James to wake
up and come in because I wanted to
lock up. But he wouldn't.
"Let me alone," he says, pleading.
"I'm 'appy for the ilrst time In 'ours.
I'll lock up, myself, by and by," he
says. So I lfeft him out on the piazza
and went aloft and turned it. And It
didn't take me long to get to sleep, 1
tell you.
What woke me up was a howl like
an engyne tooting. I bounced out of
bed like I had springs under me, lo-
stead of corncobs and ropes.
Then comes another screech. Then
a smashity—bang—smash! Then more
yells, and feet going down the hall and
fal.lng downstairs. Then a door bang-
skipper? Inside, of course. But—but
Where's the keyhole?"
Then I remembered. "There ain't
any keyhole," I says. "There's no
lock on the door."
"Then what—? Come on, Martin."
He set his shoulder to the door and
commenced to shove. Me and Hart-
ley helped, and the door begun to
open. It opened slow, because the din-
ing table and two or three chairs and
the chest of drawers was braced
against it. We got in finally.
"Bring the lamp," says Hartley. I
done it. The room was empty.
"James!" hollers Van. "James!"
The closet door opens Just a crack.
Then it swung wide aud his lordship,
half dressed and white as an old clam-
shell, staggers into the room.
"Oh!" says he. "Oh, Mr. Van
Brunt, sir!"
He was shaking like a palsy.
"What ails you, man?" says Hartley.
"Sp«ak up."
The valet rolls his eyes arotud to
me.
"I seen it," he says. "I seen It plain.
It's Mm!"
"Him? Who?" says I.
"The ghost. The old cove as owned
this 'ouse. 'E was up in my room
a waiting for me."
"What are you talking about?" asks
Van, impatient. I begun to see light,
but the Heavenlies didn't—not yet.
" 'E was up in my room, sir," said
Lord James, wild like. "I 'ad me coat
and waistcoat off, sir, and then I goes
over to the mirror intending to see
If me face looked as 'ot as it felt. And
I lights my lamp and there 'e was a-
glaring at me. 'E 'ad 'is 'cad through
the mirror, sir. And there was cofllns
around, and wreaths. It's a warning
to me, sir. I'm a dead man."
And then we began to laugh.
"The presents!" says Van, between
roars. "Scudder's heirlooms. Ho! ho!" ;
Ills lordship stared at us like he
thought wo was crazy. I moro than
ing and sounds like all the furniture I half pitied him. Martin did too, 1 j
ou the Island was being upset. 1 guess, for he says:
"It's all right, James. Just one ol
Mr. Van Brunt's Jokes. You see—"
"But I saw 'im, sir. 'E was there,
and there was wreaths and coffins
'ung about, and—"
"It's all right," says I. "Here! come
along and I'll show you."
But not one step would he stir. A
derrick wouldn't have lifted him up
them stairs. So I quit trying and went
aloft and fetched down the crayon
enlargement and the wreath. Then I
Bet out to explain.
"Why, you imbecile!" says Van.
"Where's your taste for art? We
were beautifying your room. Taking
off the bare look, as per Scudder."
James' color begun to come back.
And when It come It come thick. He
reddened up so you could see it even
through the sun-burn.
"Mr. Van Brunt," he says, getting
madder every minute, "I give you no-
tice. I leave to-morrow morning."
"Don't be an idiot—" begins Van,
but his lordship cut him short.
"I leave to-morrow morning," he
shouts. "Ain't it enough to bring me
to this Gawd-forsalcen 'ole and work
me 'alf to death and blister me from
'ead to foot, without this? I give you
warning now. I'm going 'ome. And
you be glad I ain't 'aving the law on
you for this outrage. Us poor servants
'as rights, and—"
There was more, plenty more. We
couldn't shut him up. And the Heav-
enlies' explanations didn't count either.
He was dead set on leaving in the
morning.
Finally, we give It up and went
back to bed. Lord James said he was
going to stay In the kitchen all night.
Nothing would hire him to sleep in
Marcellus' receiving tomb again.
"Humph!" says Hartley, as the
Twins went upstairs, "it looks to me
as if your joke had lost us the best
valet you ever had, Van."
Van cussed under his breath. "He
shan't leave," he said. "I must keep
him somehow. He's Invaluable in the
city, and we may go back there some
time. Not for months, though, of
course," he adds.
But in the morning James was
worse set than ever. He wouldn't help
with breakfast nor nothing; went aloft
at daylight and begun to pack his
trunk. He was going to leave, that's
all there was about it.
The Twins was pretty blue during
breakfast. Van about losing his lord-
ship and Hartley on account of sun-
burn, I cal'late. 'Twas another ele-
gant day and there was wind enough |
to keep the flies and mosquitoes away j
from the house. If you got in the lee
anywheres, though, they was laying for
you in droves. They didn't bother me
much, 'count of my hide being tough
and leathery and my flavor too salt
maybe; but they was fattening up fast
on the Heavenlies and James.
About ten o'clock Scudder shows up
with the first dory load of Fresh Air- I
ers from the Eastwich place. Miss
Agnes come along with 'em. Then the
second load come, cap'ned by the Tal-
ford girl. And then there was doings, j
Them Fresh Air young ones wa'n't [
all of a piece with Redny, which was a
mercy. He was a handful in himself, |
that little sorrel-top was—but there
was enough like him to keep things
stirred up. Marcellus' old shingled
prison had to take it that day. There
must have been some stewing in Heav-
en if old Lady Berry could look down
and see them youngsters whooping
and carrying-on in the front parlor. In
Mrs. B.'s day that parlor was a kind
of saint's rest, as you might say, and
the only time anybody opened its door
was when she sailed in with the broom
and feather duster. And then she i
must have had to navigate by com-
pass, because the blinds was always I
shut tight and the curtains drawn and I
'twas too dark to see anything.
Hartley looked out for the children J
and Vatl Brunt piloted the two girls j
over the place, pointing out where the j
garden was going to be some day, and ]
where the hens was likely to roost and
the pig to board. They seemed to be [
as pleased and tickled as he was, and {
thought everything was "lovely" and !
"just too quaint and dear." I was
busy cooking and Lord James sulked
out in the barn. He couldn't get away i
until late afternoon on account of the
train.
Redny stuck to Hartley like a mud-
turtle to a big toe. He was right at
his heels all the time. By and by the
pair of 'em come out in the kitchen to
see me.
"Heiio, Andrew Jackson," says I to !
the boy. "How do you like this part of t
the country?"
"Great!" says he, his eyes snapping. |
"Bee, ain't we having the peach of a !
time!"
"Must feed you well over there," I
says. "Seems to me you're getting fat
already. Board's up to the mark of |
the Newsboys' home, ain't it?"
"You bet!" says he. "Chicken, and
pie, and all the milk you want. And \
cream—aw, say!" and he smacked his
lips.
"How'd you like to live here all the i
time?"
He shook his head. "Naw," he saya.
"Too still. Sometimes I can't slee{i |
good 'cause it's so still. No El, nor i
whistles nor fights nor nothing. And !
no Chinks to chuck rocks at. Miss
Agony won't let yju chuck rocks at
folks anyhow."
"Don't you wish you waB back In
New York with your dad?" I says.
"Not much," he says. "The old man j
used to club me too good. When ho j
was full I'd get a belting most every
day."
I looked at Hartley and he at me. I
Poor little shaver! It's when I see how
some folks treat children that I get to I
thinking I could make u better world I
than this is.
"Going to run away again?" I asks,
after a minute.
(TO HE CONTINUED.)
COULD NOT SHAKE IT OFF.
Kidney Trouble Contracted by Thou-
sands in the Civil War.
James W. Clay, 666 W. Fayette St,
Baltimore, Md., says: "I was trou-
bled with kidney
complaint from tho-
time of the Civil war.
There was constant
pain in the back and
head and the kid-
ney secretions were
painful and showed
a sediment. The first
remedy to help me
was Doan's Kidney Pills. Three boxes
made a complete cure and during five
years past I have had no return of the
trouble."
Sold by all dealers. 50c a box. Fos-
ter-Milburn Co., Buffalo, N. Y.
NO TEMPTATION.
Wag (referring to Miss Oldbird)—
Cm, I should think it would be moro
suitable if she were standing under
"elderberries" instead of mistletoe-
terries.
JOL.D TO USE CUTICURA.
After Specialist Failed to Cure Her In-
tense Itching Eczema—Had Been
Tortured and Disfigured But
Was Soon Cured of Dread Humor.
"I contracted eczema and suffered
Intensely for about ten months. At
times I thought I would scratch my-
self to pieces. My face and arms wer6
covered with large red patcltes, so
that I was ashamed to go out. I was
advised to go to a doctor who was
a specialist in skin diseases, but I
received very little relief. I tried
every known remedy, with the same
results. I thought I would never get bet-
ter until a friend of mine told me to try
the Cuticura Remedies. So I tried them,
and after four or five applications of
Cuticura Ointment I was relieved of
my unbearable itching. I used two
sets of the Cuticura Remedies, and I
am completely cured. Miss Barbara
Krai, Highlandtown, Md.. Jan. 9, '08."
Potter Drug & Chcm. Corp., So'.o Props., Boston.
Work of Women Inventors.
Women are said to have been issued
more than 6,000 patents by the United
States office. They are not all domes-
tic by any means, either, as some of
them are for car couplers, night signal-
ing, life rafts, car wheels, machines
for manufacturing ozone and a type-
writer for the blind. A pocket sewing
machine and a sash that will go up
without sticking are other Inventions
by women.
AM, UP-TO-DATE HOUSEKEEPERS
Use Red Cross Ball Blue. It makes clothes
clean and sweet as when new. Ail grocers.
It's easier for a girl to look like an
angel than it is for her to act like
PII.ES CURKO IN 6 TO 14 OATS.
?A7.o OINTMENT Is grnninttM-d to «m>r«* uny ca «
of Itching, Blind. Bleeding or Protruding Piles In
6 to 14 days or money refunded. 60c.
Smiles make a better salve for trou-
ble than do frowns.
CATARRH IN HEAD.
Pe-ru-na — Pe-ru-na.
MR. WM. A. PRESSE-R.
MR. WILLIAM A. PRESSOR, 1723
Third Ave., Moline, 111., writes:
4 41 h a ve be e n su ff eri ng fr om ca ta rrh
in the head for the past two months
and tried innumerable so-called reme-
dies without avail. No one knows how
I have suffered not only from the dis-
ease itself, but from mortification when
in company of friends or strangers.
UI have used two bottles of your med-
icine for a short time only, and it
effected a complete medical cure, and
what is better yet, tho disease has not
returned.
4tI can most emphatically recommend
Peruna to all sufferers from this dis-
ease."
Read This Experience
Mr. A. Thompson, Box 65, R. R. 1,
M artel, Ohio, writes: i,When 1 began
your treatment my eyes were inflamed,
nose was stopped up half of the time,
and was sore and scabby. I could not
rest nt night oi\ account of continual
hawking and spitting,
4,I had tried several remedies and was
about to givo up, but thought 1 would
try Peruna.
44 After 1 had taken a bout one-third of
a bottle I noticed a difference. I am
now completely ci.redt after suffering
with catarrh for eighteen years.
41 think if those who are afflicted
with catarrh would try Peruna they
would never regret it."
Peruna is manufactured by tho
Peruna Drug M fg. Co., Columbus, Ohio,
Ask y our Druggist for a Free Perunu
Almanac for 190V.
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Miller, C. H. The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 19, No. 38, Ed. 1 Thursday, February 4, 1909, newspaper, February 4, 1909; Hennessey, Oklahoma. (https://gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc105642/m1/2/: accessed April 24, 2024), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, https://gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.