The Hennessey Clipper (Hennessey, Okla.), Vol. 20, No. 12, Ed. 1 Thursday, August 5, 1909 Page: 2 of 8
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hennessey Clipper.
The Sprague Ptg. Co., Pubs.
HENNESSEY, : : : OKL A.
It is wrong to rock the boat, but you
may tip the waiter.
Hay fever will be along presently to
prove that summer is here.
Before long there will reecho the
first call for the dog muzzle.
Won't tome ploaie start the
simplified spelling bee buzzing in Tur-
key?
A north pole explorer frequently
finds it much farther returning home
than it was going.
in some absorbing and disappointed
quarters it is suspected that tin little-
princess of Orange is looked on
more of a lemon.
Have you ever noticed that the man j
who adopts every health fad that ;
conies along is seldom a very well j
man?
Show us a great man and we will
show you a man who was just simply
crazy to join a drum corps when he
was a boy
"Graft" being a Dutch word mean
ing canal, we are inclined to think |
that the graft on Mars must have been
something terrible
A Hoston man was arrested for j
laughing at a woman's big hat. Hot; i
ton considers the rji^e of those chop- |
ping bowls no laughing matter.
The automobile pays scant respect
to its venerable forerunner, the bicy-
cle. Frequently the arrogant chauf-
feur refuses to allow the humble
wheelman even six inches of space
when meeting him in a narrow road-
way.
In 1890 the consumption of cigars
in the United States was 4,000,000,000.
In 1908 the total was just double, or
8,000.000,000. That represents a
great deal of money to go up In
smoke, but. it also shows that the
tobacco business la enormous. And
as most of the cigars are made of
American tobacco the growing of the
"weed" is of importance agricultu-
rally.
China wants Americans to partic-
ipate in the new loan that is to bo
applied to railroad building and to the
development of the resources of the
empire. The present wideawake rul-
ers of the Celestial Kingdom are
aware of the value of disinterested
American friendship and of the useful-
ness in their business of American
ideas.
The first airing of the little Dutch
princess brought good luck, as the
soldier who saw the royal baby and
gave the heiress to the throne her
first salute was rewarded with a bank-
note. It is a happy augury that tho
first official act connected with the
baby princess' life was the cause of
honor to herself and happiness to
others. The precedent should serve
as a good one for her future reign.
-ziAl /IIlVXcW
WSujM
"A Detective, in Point of Fact," Said He.
n
PICTURES 0 _
ZOUIJcJOJIPli VANC,
BY NO PS 8.
The proposed tax on American
motor tourists in England of over
$200, even for a visit of a few days,
will result in cutting the tight little
isle out of many a motoriug trip's
itinerary. And as American tourists
are a very profitable European sum-
mer Investment, the short-sighted au-
thors of the tax will be the sorriest'
of all if it is imposed. The idea in
Europe apparently is, "When short of
funds, tax Americans more ways."
A wild coffee plant discovered In
the Congo country is being used with
great success in Java, where it thrives
in ground in which other coffee plants
die or cease to bear. The African
variety is very prolific and the taste
and aroma of the berries improve as
the plants grow older. Overcultiva-
tion, like civilization, seems to have a
de-energizing effect. It takes a little
infusion of the wild at intervals to
keep things going.
The United States war department
wants a lot of young men with some
engineering knowledge to help lay out
the work of intracoastal waterway
improvements from Boston to Florida.
The young men are needed for sur-
veying, and the duties involved will
make good training for embryo en-
gineers. Incidentally the announce-
ment indicates that waterway im-
provement is making steady progress
and means much for the future trans-
portation interests of the country.
Mnd" Dan Maitland. on reaching his
I Now York bachelor club, mot an attnw
tiv«• voungr woman at the door. Janitor
O'Hagnn assured him no ono had been
within that day. Dan discovered ji wom-
I an's finger prints in dust on his desk.
Along with a letter from his attorney.
Maitland dined with Bannerman, his at-
torney. Dan sot out for Greenfields, to
get his family Jewels. During his walk
to the country soat, ho met the young
woman In gray, whom he had seen leav-
ing his bachelors' club. Her auto had
broken down. Ho f.xed It. By a ruse she
"lout him. Maitland. on reaching home.
I surprised lady In gray, cracking the safe
I containing his gems. She, apparently,
i took him for a well-known crook Daniel
Anlst> Half-hypnotised, Maitland opened
his safe, took therefrom tho Jewels, and
gave them to her. first forming a part-
nership In crime. The real Dan Anistv.
sought by police of the world, app-afd
on the same mission. Maitland overcame
him He met tho girl outside the house
and they sped on to Now York In her au-
to. He had the jewels and she promised
to meet him that day. Maitland re- • ,\ < d
n "Mr Snalth," introducing hlms If as i
detective. To shield tho girl In gray.
Maitland. about to show Mm the i u
els. supposedly lost, was felled bv a M -v
from "Smith's" cane. The latt
to be Antsty himself an
gems. Anistv. who was
bio, masqueraded as t
criminal Kept Maltland's
the girl in gray.
Ma it In
latter The
agenu-nt with
England may now recover from
apprehension felt regarding attack
the upper route. Reports from t
country are to the effect that an
ship has been perfected that surpas-
anything of the kind in existence,
it is expected that a flight from Pi
to London will soon be made,
flying machine is the property of
English company, but was constru<
in France. The announcement sei
to be a sort of answer to the Zepp
challenge.
CHAPTER VI1.—Continued. j
• It was very plain—to a deductive
reasoner—from the girl's attitude to-
; ward him that she had fallen into re-
I lations of uncommon friendliness with
| this Maitland, young as Anistv be-
1 lioved their acquaintance to be. There
had plainly been a flirtation—where-
! In lay the explanation of Maltland's
j forbearance; he had beon fascinated
• by the woman, had not hesitated to
j take AnlBtv'i name (even as Anisty
was then taking his) in order to pro-
I long their intimacy.
: So much tho better. Turn about
| was still fair play. Maitland had sown
j Anisty: the real Anisty would reap
the harvest. Pretty women interested
j him deeply, though he saw little enough
■ of them, partly through motives of
prudence, partly because of a refine-
ment of taste; women of the class of
I this conquest-by proxy were out of
reach of the enemy of society. That
• Is, under ordinary circumstances. This
one, on the contrary, was not; what-
I ever she was or had been, however
j successful a crackswoman she might
bo. her cultivation
: as apparent as her
as attractive.
A criminal is nec
! bier, a votary of
blind goddess had
i kind to Mr. Anisty
Tuberculosis keeps at the head of
the list of fatal diseases on Balti-
more's weekly mortality list and fur-
nishes terrible proof of the need of
even a harder fight than is being made
against this devastating disease.
Agencies now at work are doing all
in their power, but they could do far
more were fluids more abundant.
There is no cause that calls for more
real philanthropy, none which could
make better use of large gifts of
money. To save human life is a di-
vine work.
again she was favoring him. Maitland
he had eliminated from tills girl's life;
Maitland had failed to keep his en-
gagement, and so would never again
be called upon to play the part of
burglar with her interest for incentive
and guerdon. Anisty himself could
j level and be himself, Dan Anisty,
•Handsome Dan," the professional, the
fit mate for the girl.
What was she saying?
"But you have lunched already!"
with an appealing pout.
"Indeed, no!" be protested, earnest-
ly. "I was early—conceive my eager-
ness!—and by ill chance a friend of
mine insisted upon lunching with me.
I had only a cup of coffee and a roll."
He motioned to the waiter, calling
him "Waiter!" rather than "Garcon!"
—intuitively understanding that Mait-
land would never have aired his
French in a public place, and that
he could not afford the least slip be-
fore a woman as keen as this.
"Lay a clean cloth and bring the
bill of fare," he demanded, tempering
his lordly instincts and adding the
"please" that men of Maltland's stamp
use to inferiors.
"A friend!" tardily echoed the girl
J1 ho°pocured°the I w^en the servant was gone.
He laughed lightly, determined to
be frank. "A detective, in point of
fact," said he. And he enjoyed her sur-
prise.
"You have many such?"
"For convenience one tries to have
one in each city."
"And this—?"
"Oh, I have him fixed, all right. He
confided to me all the latest develop-
ments and official intentions with re-
gard to the Maitland arrest."
Her eyes danced. "Tell me!" she
demanded, imperious; the emphasis of
intimacy irresistible as she bent for-
ward, forearms on the cloth, slim
white hands clasped with tense im-
patience, eyes seeking his.
"Why ... of course Maitland
escaped."
"No!"
"Fact. Scared the butler into tin-
gagging him; then, in a fit of pardon-
able rage, knocked that fool down and
dashed out of the window—presum-
ably in pursuit of us. Up to a late
hour he hadn't returned, and police
opinion is divided as to whether Mait-
land arrested Anisty, and Anisty got
away, or vice versa."
"Excellent!" She clasped her hands
noiselessly, a gay little gesture.
"So, whatever the outcome, oi# thing
is certain: Higgins will presently be
seeking another berth."
She lifted her brows prettily. "Hig-
gins?"—with the rising inflection.
"The butler. Didn't you hear—?"
Eyes wondering, she moved her head
slowly from side to side. "Hear what?"
"1 fancied that you had waited a
moment on the veranda," he finessed.
"Oh. I was quite too frightened."
He took this for a complete denial.
Better and better! He had actually
feared she had eavesdropped, how-
and br«
beauty
*ding wi
and qu
Chane
always
He fe
,nd
that hi
take up where Maitland had left off. lever warrantably; and Maltland's
Easily enough. The difficulties were authoritative way with the servants
insignificant; he had only to play up
to Maltland's standard for a while, to
Maitland with all that gentleman's
advantages, educational and social,
bad boon too convincingly natural to
have deceived a woman of her keen
wits.
There followed a lull while Anisty
then gradually drop back to hU own wan ordering tho luncheon; something
he did elaborately and with success,
telling himself humorously: "Hang
the expense! Maitland pays." Of
which fact the weight In his pocket
was assurance.
Maitland. . . . Anlsty's thoughts
verged off upon an interesting tan-
gent. What was Maltland's motive In
arranging this meeting? It was self-
evident that the twain were of one
world—the girl and the man of fash-
ion. But, whatever her right of her-
itage, she had renounced it, declassing
herself by yielding to thievish in-
stincts, voluntarily placing herself on
the level of Anisty. Where she must
remain, for ever.
There was comfort in that reflection,
e glanced up to find her eyes bent in
gravity upon him. She, too, it ap-
peared, had fallen a prey to reverie.
Upon what subject? An absorbing
one, doubtless, since it held her ab-
stracted despite her companion's di-
rect, unequivocally admiring stare.
The odd light was flickering again in
the cracksman's glace. She was then
more beautiful than aught that ever
he had dreamed of. Such hair as was
hers, woven seemingly of dull flames,
lambent, witching! And eyes—beauti-
ful always, but never more so than at
this moment, when filled with sweetly
pensive contemplation. . . . Was
she reviewing the last 24 hours, dream
ing of what had passed between her
and that silly fool, Maitland? If only
Anisty could surmise what they had
said to each other, how long they had
been acquainted; if only she would
give him a hint, a leading word!
If he could have read her mind, have
seen behind the film of thought that
clouded her eyes, one fears Mr. Anisty
might have lost appetite for an excel-
lent luncheon.
For she was studying his hands, her
memory harking back to the moment
when she had stood beside the safe,
holding the bull's-eye.
In the blackness of that hour a disk
o? light shone out luridly against the
tapestry of memory. Within its radius
appeared two hands, long, supple,
strong* Immaculately vjhlte, graceful
and dexterous, as delicate of contour
as a woman's, yet lacking nothing of
masculine vigor and modeling; hands
that wavered against the blackness,
fumbling with the shining nickeled
disk of a combination lock. . . .
The impression had been and re-
mained one extraordinarily vivid.
Could her eyes have deceived her so?
"Thoughtful?"
She nodded alertly, instantaneously
mistress of self; and tet her gaze,
serious yet half smiling, linger upon
his the exact fractional shade of an in-
stant longer than had been, perhaps,
discreet. Then lashes drooped long
upcJh her cheeks, and her color deep-
ened all but imperceptibly.
The man's breath halted, then came
a trace more rapidly than before. He
bent forward impulsively. . . . The
girl sighed, ever so g?ntly.
"I was thoughtful. . . . It's all
so strange, you know.'*
H's attitude was an eager question.
"I mean our meeting—that way, l st
night." She held his gaze again, mo-
mentarily, and—
"Damn the waiter!" quoth savagely
Mr. Anisty to his inner man, sitting
back to facilitate the service of their
meal.
The girl placated him with an insig-
nificant remark which led both lnt;> a
maze of meaningless but infinitely di-
verting inconsequences; diverting, at
least, to Anisty, who held up his head,
giving her back look for look, jest for
jest, platitude for platitude (when the
waiter was within hearing distance);
altogether, lie felt, acquitting himself
very creditably.
As for the girl, in the course of the
next half or three-quarters of an hour
she demonstrated herself conclusively
a person of amazing resource, de-
veloping with admirable ingenuity a
campaign planned on the spur of a
chance observation. The gentle man-
nered and self-sufficient crook was
taken captive before he realized it,
however willing he may have been.
Enmeshed in a hundred uncompre-
hended subtleties, he basked, purring,
the while she insinuated herself be-
neath his guard and stripped him of
his entire armament of cunning, vigi-
lance, invention, suspicion, and dis-
trust.
He relinquished them without a
sigh, barely conscious of the spolia-
tion. After all, she was of his trade,
herself mired with guilt; she would
never dare betray him, the conse-
quences to herself would be so dire.
Besides, patently—almost too much
so—she admired him. He was her
hero. Had she not more than hinted
that such was the case, that his ex-
ample, his exploits, had fired her to
emulation—however weakly feminine?
. . . He saw her before him, dainty,
alluring, yielding, yet leading him on—
altogether desirable. And so long had
he, Anisty, starved for affection!
"I am sure you must be dying for a
smoke." w
"Beg pardon!" He awoke abruptly,
to find himself twirling the sharp-
ribbed stem of his empty glass. Ab-
s'raetedly he stared into this, as
though seeking there a clue to what
they had been talking about. Hazily
he understood that th«-y had been
drifting close upon the perilous shoals
of Intimate personalities. What had
he told her? What had he not?
No matter. It was clearly to bo seen
that her regard for him had waxed
rather than waned as a result of their
conversation. One had but to look
Into her eyes to be reassured as to
that. One did look, breathing heavily.
. . . What an ingenuous child it
was, to show him her heart so freely!
He wondered that this should be so,
fueling it none the less a just and
graceful tribute to his fascinations..
She repeated her arch query. She
was sure he wanted to smoke.
Indeed he did—if she would permit?
And forthwith Maltland's cigarette
case was produced, with a flourish.
"What a beautiful case!"
In an instant it was in her hands.
"Beautiful!" she iterated, inspecting
the delicate tracery of the monogram
engraver's art—head bended forward,
face shaded by the broad-brimmed hat.
"You like it? You would cai-e to
own it?" Anisty demanded, unsteadily.
"I?" The Inflection of doubtful sur-
prise was a delight to the ear. "Oh!
. . . I couldn't think of accepting.
. . . Besides, I have no use for it."
"Of course you ain't—are not that
sort." An hour back he could have
kicked himself for the grammatical
b'undor; now he was wholly llluded;
besides, she didn't seem to notice.
"But as a little token—between us—"
She drew back, pushing the case
across the cloth; "I couldn't dream—"
"But if I insist—?"
"If you insist? . . . Why, I sup-
pose . . . it's awfully good of
you." She flashed him a maddening
glance.
"You do mo pro—honey," he amend
ed, hastily. Then, daringly: "I don't
ask much in exchange, only—"
"A cigarette?" sho suggested,
hastily.
He laughed, pleased and diverted.
"That'll be enough now—if you'll light
it for me."
She glanced dubiously round the now
a'most deserted room; and a waiter
started forward as if animated by a
spring. Anisty motioned him imperi-
ously back. "Go on," he coaxed; "no
ono can see" And watched, flattered,
the slim white fingers that extracted a
match from the stand and drew it
swiftly down th£ prepared surface of
the box, holding the flickering flame
to the end of a white tube whoso tip
lay between lips curved, scarlet, and
pouting.
"There!" A pale wraith of smoke
floated away on the fan-cliurned air,
and Anisty was vaguely conscious of
receiving the glowing cigarette from
a hand whose sheer perfection was but
enhanced by the ripe curves of a
rounded forearm. . . . He inhaled
deeply, w*th satisfaction.
Undetected by him, the girl swiftly
passed a furtive handkerchief across
her lips. When he looked again she
was smiling and the golden case had
disappeared.
She shook her head at him In mock
reproval. "Bold man!" she called him;
but the crudity of it was lost upon him,
as she had believed it would be. The
moment had come for vigorous meas-
ures, she felt, guile having paved the
way.
"Why do you call me that?"
"To appear so openly running the
gauntlet of the detectives."
"Eh?"—startled.
"Of course you saw," she insisted.
"Saw? No. Saw what?"
"Why. . . . perhaps I am mis-
taken, but I thought you knew and
Lusted to your likeness to Mr. Mait-
land."
Anisty frowned, collecting himself,
bewildered. "What are you driving at,
anyhow?" he demanded, roughly.
"Didn't you see the detectives? I
should have thought your man would
have warned you. I noticed four lolt-
ing round the entrance, as I came in,
and feared—"
"Why didn't you tell me, then?"
"I have just told you the reason. I
supposed you were in your disguise."
"That's so." The alarmed expres-
sion gradually faded, although he re-
mained troubled. "I sure am Maitland
to the life," he continued with satis-
faction. "Even the head-waiter—"
"And of course," she inslnuatod, deli-
cately, "you have disposed of tho
loot?"
He shook his head gloomily. "No
time, as yet."
Iler dismay was evident. "You don't
mean to say—?"
"In my pocket."
"Oh!" She glanced stealthily
a-ound. "In your pocket!" sho whis-
pered. "And—and if they shopped
you—"
"I am Maitland."
"But if they insisted on searching
you. . . ." She was round-eyed with
apprehension.
"That's so!" Her perturbation was
infectious. His jaw dropped.
"They would find the jewels—known
to be stolen—"
"By God!" he cried, savagely.
"Dan!"
"I—I beg your pardon. But . . .
what am I to do? You are sure—?"
"McClusky himself is on the nearest
corner!"
"Phew!" he whistled; and stared at
her, searchingly, through a lengthen-
ing pause.
"Dan . . said she at length.
"Yes?"
"There is a way."
"Go on."
"Last night, Dan"—she raised her
glorious eyes to his—"last night, I
. . . I trusted you."
His face hardened ever so slightly;
yet when he took thought the tense
linos about his eyes and mouth soft-
ened. And she drew a deep breath,
knowing that she had all but won.
"I trusted you," she continued soft-
ly "Do you know what that means?
I trusted you."
(TO BR CONTINUED.)
New Illuminating System.
A new system of Illumination is of
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of Germany, which is a liquid illum-
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houses of customers at regular periods
In much the same manner as coal oil
an 1 other commodities are delivered at
the present time. A 22-pound cylin-
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cb-candle power light for four months
If used four hours a day. The merfhs
of connection between the burner and
the reservoir Is through a fine tube
no thicker than an electrlo light wire
uud jusi a* Uixible.
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